05-22-2018
What is it about going to the supermarket that has the perps covering me with these flushes of dudes? Said dudes at the supermarket; first tail me individually, and then split off and one even paralleled me in the next aisle just when I thought I ditched the fucker who was hot on my ass. (Not many walk as fast as I do, but his asshole was game for some reason). Another in the produce section was on my ass, and then another takes over. Not quite "tag teaming", but same concept. Improbably, they then they cluster together at the same section (bacon), each pretending to be shopping independently, within 4' of each other for 30 seconds and then they split apart. I call it the "come together" gangstalking move. Then one o them "happens" split off to perform a lead-ahead stalking to the location I was headed next, the cooler cases for the coconut milk. Then a reprise of at least one of them again when at the checkout. Does this shit ever end? And why the flush of dudes, and this ridiculous choreography? And who are these fuckers; trained-up shills just for this event, or long term operatives? My inclination is the former, given how well they fit in with the general ill-dressed populace, and the gut-prone comportment, but one never knows. And besides, if they can insert thoughts so readily, my initial notion could be flat wrong. In Victoria, the Gangstalking Capital of Canada, there was a more obvious component of males without a day job, and were more dressed up, but not here, casual wear being the biggest cover going.
05-24-2018
Shoot thinning in the vineyard all this week. Mostly sunny, save the odd spatter of rain or a thunderstorm threat. My work colleague is going to Boston for five days, to "see a friend" she says. Not bad for a small town single mother to have these contacts, but it does seem odd to me. Because Boston is a heavy perp center, is it possible that this woman going as some kind of surrogate for me? All the more peculiar is that she is flying back via Montreal, a city of infamy when it comes to psychiatric research, especially in the 1950-60's. So terrible were the "treatments" (tortures), that the Allen Memorial Center destroyed all the records in 1972. Then this MKULTRA related appalling atrocity of Dr. Ewen Cameron and his staff became publicly known in 1974. And I lived in Montreal in 1956-7, and 1958-59, and I have nearly no memories of this time, even if I was beginning to make long term memories in 1956. So anyhow, is this woman doing a surrogate tour?
It wouldn't be the first time that someone I know has gone traveling on my "behalf" as I see it. My perp abetting mother, ex and daughter did a tour together of Ottawa, Montreal, Washington DC and NYC a few years ago, (about 2013), and none of them ever lived or had any prior connection to Ottawa, Washington DC and NYC. My daughter hadn't been to any of these cities before, and the same for the ex. But in the case of Ottawa, the ex had a "friend" (again), someone I hadn't known about in the 20 years we were married, and said "friend" put them up and toured them around in Ottawa. In the case of Ottawa, psychiatric research atrocities were also performed there too, contemporaneous with Montreal of the Dr. Ewen Cameron brain trashing games. Anyhow, it is just idle speculation that I might of been in Ottawa during my memory deleted years of 1956-59.
Though the "friend" label has been used in the past to cover for actions of others who didn't seem like friends at all. Back in 07-2003, the landlady had "friends" stay over at her place, who turned out to be at least five dudes living upstairs, up to some kind of hi-jinks with masers and plasma beams, as my basement suite was riddled with this visual activity. This was especially noticeable at night when in bed, as all these plasma (light) beams came shooting down from above. Once they nailed me in the toe with a beam that was immediately painful, enough to yell at the assholes, and then I experienced this sudden flood of thought, as in planted thought, that they were very sorry. It was most strange, as I don't normally get this kind of reciprocation or empathy from them; its all one way, and its all about riling me up and pissing me off. (Or traumatizing and terrorizing me for the initial year of this assault onset, 04-2002 to 2003.) I think it was the only instance where I got some kind of "feedback" from them in the form of a emotional notion. Back in the high-Fuckover days of 2002-2003, I sometimes had some telepathic verbal engagement with them, and additionally I also got the odd dull (not painful) acknowledging sensation in my toe.
Back to surrogate travelers; my perp-abetting mother, ex and daughter are on a week tour of Iceland at present. Again, none of them have been before, and have no direct heritage there. As to why they would go in May when it is still perishing cold there I have no idea, but a lot of their travels haven't made much sense, per above.There is a geographic component to this harassment as well when they want others to travel in my footsteps, though in this case I haven't been there, ever. Not even a flight stop-over.
05-26-2018
I changed vineyards to work closer to town, and it is much closer to Naramata Rd, and is fraught with a whole lot more road noise. Enough that I don't bother to put on my headphones as the noise will come pummeling through the music I am listening to. As always, there is only so much music they will let me listen to before they disrupt it. Prior to this, I had listened to music via my DAP and headphones for most of the day, some four days in succession. Sure, there were the odd interruptions from the boss man and my co-worker, but these were minimal. And too, occasional noise insertions from the adjacent house building, tractor work, and it almost goes without saying, overhead aircraft activity, usually helicopters.
A parcel pickup after work, and what big gangstalk at the PO. Another ski jacket purchase, getting them on sale at this time of year. But it was too small, so then a later parcel return attempt, but I missed the PO opening hours by 5 minutes. More gangstalking silliness there too, along with a another another dude flush, plus a tail in, a tail out, the kids strangely playing outside the store etc.
And what is with all the male guts these days? Its just plain disgusting.
05-27-2018
I got nailed with a 2 hour nap attack tonight, and am rather groggy to say the least. Again, it followed reading a book. I thought I was past this imposition, as I haven't had an evening nap for a week, but no, they got me good tonight. There were some momentary awakenings, when a half hour into it, I looked at the clock, and thought "good, just a short nap". Then again after an hour, this time thinking "glad it was only an hour". Before I knew it, it was two hours later and feeling so very groggy. The perps have had me on this "split shift" sleeping schedule for at least three months now, and I was finally beginning to shake it this past week, but not tonight.
Another day (Sunday) at the road noise vineyard, with of course, the infernal HD motorcycle noise added in, at least 10x. One employee at the tasting room even came out "for a walk" she said, and stopped by for a chat, as she had done some vineyard work at her former employer. Apparently she is writing up this in a online newsletter as part of her promotional duties. Interestingly, she "happened" to come by just when there was a mid-row change in varietals. (The only row of about 50 like this where the plantings are both for one row). And given the past flushes of work colleagues and/or stalking stunts when we changed blocks (and varietals) last year, it just seems to be a big deal for the perps. Not quite as activity bound as when I get to the end of a row, any row (i.e. direction change), but a big deal enough to crank up the stalking silliness some. As to what the perps get from this I don't know, but perhaps there is a "vibe" (aka, energetic resonance) particular to one plant variety versus another, and they want to detect this interaction between a given plant variety and me. Of a given varietal and clone, all the plants are genetically identical. Interestingly, the regular vineyard has multiple clones of the same variety, e.g., merlot xyz clone versus merlot abc clone, and for three other varietals as well. Go figure. They definitely have been working me up for multiple varietals and clones of the same varietals for the past six years of this vineyard laboring gig. The 2012-2014 vineyard was 99% all one clone of the pinot blanc varietal.
Enough for a posting for the week, and to call this one done.
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Sunday, May 27, 2018
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Nap Attack Nixes Yoga
06-05-2017
A nap attack came on at 1800h, and I knew I was screwed for attending yoga, and I was. I got hit for 1h10m, plus another 20m of awake time but without the energy needed to get up. As always, I did not need the sleep, and today's vineyard work, while sunny, was not that hot (24C). And the post nap attack state, like I was drugged almost, makes for something quite interesting for perps; after heading out to fill up and grocery shop, they just love to put on extra stalkers, noise and freaks. Especially the latter, as the great bearded bum at the supermarket (after the nap), just had to put on four stalking passes, two of them utterly pointless. Then another similarly bearded freak in the parking lot when I got out.
Mondays are the worst; freaks, and now stereo sabotage again- L channel "failing" with new interconnects -just touch the RCA connector and I get sound again.
A blood draw today, another perp nutzo event where they pour on the extra harassment.
One thing going wrong after another tonight, plus plenty more plasma beams, masers beams and reflective light movement of no know source in my R peripheral vision. That is, things fall down, food flicks, spills etc.
I cooked a frozen whole fish tonight, the head off and gutted, but everything else there. maybe that's why the perps have gone nuts tonight. At least 12 screamings at the assholes tonight.
06-06-2017
All my anti-cancer MMS supplement intake for the last four months came to naught; yesterday's Prostate Specific Antigen (PSA) test result is 8.23, (6.4 four months ago) where normal is below 4.5. This means I am fucked as there is no other way I know of to reduce the cancer except for the stupid conventional means. If I take the MMS at a higher level, (like I did for four weeks in 02-2017) that means I will need to take it (horrid shit) for four months to deal with the duration between tests. I took the MMS2 protocol for four weeks, and then backed it down by half for four weeks, and since then take a daily maintenance dose. Not good enough apparently. There is no way I know of to measure the PSA test, or something comparable, on my own to find out what is going on.
It could be that I did nail the prostate cancer for a time, but it came back under the maintenance dose. And of course my long standing and vociferous advocacy that low dopamine is the real problem has come to naught; none of the referrals have come through in three months. And, as mentioned many times before, dopamine mediates the immune system, the only real agent that will deal with cancer effectively IMHO. So this fucking cancer show is going on for its second year (06-07-2016 when they sprang it on me). Thanks a lot assholes. All the while they told me it was going to be a year only.
Or could it be that the perps have learned how to negate MMS1and MMS2 by remote means, and I was the biological test dummy? Could be, given the number of set ups and baitings that go on. Not to mention incursions into my recall that began in 2006-7.
06-07-2017
At the health food store and a capsule gangstalk with a "staff" attended stocking/stalking cart 18" away. What a coincidence that the one thing I wanted, and there it was beside the stocking/stalking cart. Then a following Fuckwit stalker that needed to get through. Can we get any more obvious than this? The perps just love to hound me after I have selected an item, that is, made a decision.
06-08-2017
Shoot thinning in the vineyard all day, but with high winds all day, making for excellent grass pollen distribution, enough to make me very congested and with sore eyes by day's end.
A helicopter landed at the pad near the tasting room. Usually they do a low circuit to signify their intentions, but not this time. It was landed before I was aware of it, as it came into the wind direction, some 200m away from where we were. It was the same helicopter as last time, a Bell 206 in glossy black and dark blue.
06-10-2017
Saturday, and one spent working at a third vineyard, -shoot thinning is the big demand these days.
Yesterday, the same at the regular M-F vineyard. As becoming "usual", more deranged pointless row walking by some of the others. We finished one block, walk 30 seconds to the start of the next block, and this emotional-mute woman (mentioned last post), walks 120m to the top of the row and then works downhill. Everyone else started from where they were. In all my 8 years of enforced farm labor, I have never seen anything so peculiar as this. As usual, she doesn't explain anything.
Then at lunch, the same in reverse; she is at the top of her row (where her car is), and could of resumed from there, like normal. But no, she walks down the row to where I was. Bizarre.
Saw David Lindley at the local folk club in town last night; he put on a good show and is truly a master of stringed instruments, some five of them. Ironically, no mandolin, for which I know him for, e.g. backing Maria Mauldar. There were plenty of tattoos on show last night at the club; 4 of the 6 waitress staff were inked. My waitress was tattoo-ed on her chest, something she had to show me given her top had plenty of chest exposure. The worst of it was that she was so disdainful and pained in her comportment, except when it came time to leave and she smiled no less. She seemed to be Spanish looking, a light brown skin, and I have met a few of those in my long ago travels. And not even a "sorry" from her for banging into my shoulder at least 2x on the night. And such a large ass for such a young thing. Though another untattoo-ed slim waitress made plenty of pass-bys, often leading or following the large assed one. Some kind of comparative study I suppose. If I don't like large butts or other examples of obesity, I don't see why it has to be a 15 year long nonconsensual human experiment to determine why. I just don't, so give it a rest assholes.
My table at the club was in an very exposed location, projecting into the narrow aisle and next to the sound guy. I loathe these particular tables, and the regular MC made sure I got my favorite table, but as he is ill with a neurodegenerative disease, I don't expect to see him any more. My table location also afforded plenty of "stray" light flashes from the street, as well as from the cashier table. The perps just love to flash light from behind me that catches my glasses and reflects into my eyes.
Back to obesity stalkers; I was leaving the vineyard in my vehicle, and the owner was at the corner of one block and had a visitor with him, possibly a viticulturalist, and this man had a sprawling disgusting gut hanging out from his front as he faced me. And he didn't bother to get off the road so I had to make a wide turn around him. Just another gut strut.
Then tonight, another male with a sprawling gut, waddling too (worse), walking along and around the corner, as I also made the corner in my vehicle on my last laundry trip. So what is it about these disgusting obesers that need to be placed on corners of roads, so I corner around them? In the least, it is another example of Unfavoreds making corners, adding to the anisotropic properties of etheric energy interactions (with me). That is, have someone disgusting looking be evident in two cardinal directions.
06-11-2017
A full day at the third employer vineyard, thinning shoots. Not too remarkable, save three helicopters coming along, all the same kind. I haven't seen anything like this since 2012 when two black EC 135's came along in formation over the vineyard. This time it was three, though not in a military formation (wing), and they were further away so I could not get a read on their color or type.
And what is with the UK general election? Two terrorist events during the election and not a one of the party leaders makes it an election issue. Are we governed by wuss-power no matter the party? How about, say, 22 dead at the Manchester concert recently, = 22 less mosques in the UK (and no new ones) and 2200 deportees on their way out. I just don't understand how the UK has turned into being a colossal wimp-fest over this issue. In 2014 there were 168 laser attacks on landing aircraft at Heathrow for crissakes. At the link, a pilot's eyes were damaged by a laser attack while landing an aircraft. And just who in the fuck might be doing this with such concerted effort? The same ingrates enjoying a free ride in their adopted country, who don't want the fuss and bother of arranging another means to do the same. I'm with Trump on this issue, but I have my doubts about his governing capability in total.
Anyhow, time to post this for the week, and call this one done.
A nap attack came on at 1800h, and I knew I was screwed for attending yoga, and I was. I got hit for 1h10m, plus another 20m of awake time but without the energy needed to get up. As always, I did not need the sleep, and today's vineyard work, while sunny, was not that hot (24C). And the post nap attack state, like I was drugged almost, makes for something quite interesting for perps; after heading out to fill up and grocery shop, they just love to put on extra stalkers, noise and freaks. Especially the latter, as the great bearded bum at the supermarket (after the nap), just had to put on four stalking passes, two of them utterly pointless. Then another similarly bearded freak in the parking lot when I got out.
Mondays are the worst; freaks, and now stereo sabotage again- L channel "failing" with new interconnects -just touch the RCA connector and I get sound again.
A blood draw today, another perp nutzo event where they pour on the extra harassment.
One thing going wrong after another tonight, plus plenty more plasma beams, masers beams and reflective light movement of no know source in my R peripheral vision. That is, things fall down, food flicks, spills etc.
I cooked a frozen whole fish tonight, the head off and gutted, but everything else there. maybe that's why the perps have gone nuts tonight. At least 12 screamings at the assholes tonight.
06-06-2017
All my anti-cancer MMS supplement intake for the last four months came to naught; yesterday's Prostate Specific Antigen (PSA) test result is 8.23, (6.4 four months ago) where normal is below 4.5. This means I am fucked as there is no other way I know of to reduce the cancer except for the stupid conventional means. If I take the MMS at a higher level, (like I did for four weeks in 02-2017) that means I will need to take it (horrid shit) for four months to deal with the duration between tests. I took the MMS2 protocol for four weeks, and then backed it down by half for four weeks, and since then take a daily maintenance dose. Not good enough apparently. There is no way I know of to measure the PSA test, or something comparable, on my own to find out what is going on.
It could be that I did nail the prostate cancer for a time, but it came back under the maintenance dose. And of course my long standing and vociferous advocacy that low dopamine is the real problem has come to naught; none of the referrals have come through in three months. And, as mentioned many times before, dopamine mediates the immune system, the only real agent that will deal with cancer effectively IMHO. So this fucking cancer show is going on for its second year (06-07-2016 when they sprang it on me). Thanks a lot assholes. All the while they told me it was going to be a year only.
Or could it be that the perps have learned how to negate MMS1and MMS2 by remote means, and I was the biological test dummy? Could be, given the number of set ups and baitings that go on. Not to mention incursions into my recall that began in 2006-7.
06-07-2017
At the health food store and a capsule gangstalk with a "staff" attended stocking/stalking cart 18" away. What a coincidence that the one thing I wanted, and there it was beside the stocking/stalking cart. Then a following Fuckwit stalker that needed to get through. Can we get any more obvious than this? The perps just love to hound me after I have selected an item, that is, made a decision.
06-08-2017
Shoot thinning in the vineyard all day, but with high winds all day, making for excellent grass pollen distribution, enough to make me very congested and with sore eyes by day's end.
A helicopter landed at the pad near the tasting room. Usually they do a low circuit to signify their intentions, but not this time. It was landed before I was aware of it, as it came into the wind direction, some 200m away from where we were. It was the same helicopter as last time, a Bell 206 in glossy black and dark blue.
06-10-2017
Saturday, and one spent working at a third vineyard, -shoot thinning is the big demand these days.
Yesterday, the same at the regular M-F vineyard. As becoming "usual", more deranged pointless row walking by some of the others. We finished one block, walk 30 seconds to the start of the next block, and this emotional-mute woman (mentioned last post), walks 120m to the top of the row and then works downhill. Everyone else started from where they were. In all my 8 years of enforced farm labor, I have never seen anything so peculiar as this. As usual, she doesn't explain anything.
Then at lunch, the same in reverse; she is at the top of her row (where her car is), and could of resumed from there, like normal. But no, she walks down the row to where I was. Bizarre.
Saw David Lindley at the local folk club in town last night; he put on a good show and is truly a master of stringed instruments, some five of them. Ironically, no mandolin, for which I know him for, e.g. backing Maria Mauldar. There were plenty of tattoos on show last night at the club; 4 of the 6 waitress staff were inked. My waitress was tattoo-ed on her chest, something she had to show me given her top had plenty of chest exposure. The worst of it was that she was so disdainful and pained in her comportment, except when it came time to leave and she smiled no less. She seemed to be Spanish looking, a light brown skin, and I have met a few of those in my long ago travels. And not even a "sorry" from her for banging into my shoulder at least 2x on the night. And such a large ass for such a young thing. Though another untattoo-ed slim waitress made plenty of pass-bys, often leading or following the large assed one. Some kind of comparative study I suppose. If I don't like large butts or other examples of obesity, I don't see why it has to be a 15 year long nonconsensual human experiment to determine why. I just don't, so give it a rest assholes.
My table at the club was in an very exposed location, projecting into the narrow aisle and next to the sound guy. I loathe these particular tables, and the regular MC made sure I got my favorite table, but as he is ill with a neurodegenerative disease, I don't expect to see him any more. My table location also afforded plenty of "stray" light flashes from the street, as well as from the cashier table. The perps just love to flash light from behind me that catches my glasses and reflects into my eyes.
Back to obesity stalkers; I was leaving the vineyard in my vehicle, and the owner was at the corner of one block and had a visitor with him, possibly a viticulturalist, and this man had a sprawling disgusting gut hanging out from his front as he faced me. And he didn't bother to get off the road so I had to make a wide turn around him. Just another gut strut.
Then tonight, another male with a sprawling gut, waddling too (worse), walking along and around the corner, as I also made the corner in my vehicle on my last laundry trip. So what is it about these disgusting obesers that need to be placed on corners of roads, so I corner around them? In the least, it is another example of Unfavoreds making corners, adding to the anisotropic properties of etheric energy interactions (with me). That is, have someone disgusting looking be evident in two cardinal directions.
06-11-2017
A full day at the third employer vineyard, thinning shoots. Not too remarkable, save three helicopters coming along, all the same kind. I haven't seen anything like this since 2012 when two black EC 135's came along in formation over the vineyard. This time it was three, though not in a military formation (wing), and they were further away so I could not get a read on their color or type.
And what is with the UK general election? Two terrorist events during the election and not a one of the party leaders makes it an election issue. Are we governed by wuss-power no matter the party? How about, say, 22 dead at the Manchester concert recently, = 22 less mosques in the UK (and no new ones) and 2200 deportees on their way out. I just don't understand how the UK has turned into being a colossal wimp-fest over this issue. In 2014 there were 168 laser attacks on landing aircraft at Heathrow for crissakes. At the link, a pilot's eyes were damaged by a laser attack while landing an aircraft. And just who in the fuck might be doing this with such concerted effort? The same ingrates enjoying a free ride in their adopted country, who don't want the fuss and bother of arranging another means to do the same. I'm with Trump on this issue, but I have my doubts about his governing capability in total.
Anyhow, time to post this for the week, and call this one done.
Sunday, July 03, 2016
Yogic Man Bun and His Mudded Vehicle
06-27-2016
The yoga-stalk gets extra blog coverage on tis blog as it is on Monday, the first day of the week I start a new post. There was a visiting Man Bun, that is, a male wearing his long hair as a bun on his head, about the most ridiculous male hair style I have come to witness. A man bun is even more ridiculous than a 8" diameter afro IMHO of male hairstyles. But his real guise was revealed after class when he hung around to then lead me out into the parking lot where he got into his mud splattered vehicle. It has been long noted that the perps just love to put on mud splattered vehicles around me, and having a yogi arrive and then depart from such a perp prop takes the cake.
And if that strange male look wasn't enough, they put on another long haired dude in sloppy shorts to his kness with a do-rag to contain his hair. How ridiculous. Call me a fusty fart if you want, but all these strange male hairdos have been grist in the stalking retinue for a decade or longer, and now they are erupting in my yoga class. Nothing is sacred or free from perp invasion.
Earlier in the day I got messed around at work; I had a text message Sunday evening that I was to be doing winery work the next day, and dressed with shorts for the occasion. On Monday morning I get a text message that I was to be doing weed eating work, which pissed me off considerably as my bare legs get thrashed with flying gravel and other debris. So yet again, my preventive measures, for when I am allowed to recall them, get defeated my last minute fuckery.
The perps had me "forget" my testosterone injection last night, and just like supplements, it seems they like to experiment with delayed or forgone medication intake. Or perhaps, having me go off schedule for whatever reason, as they get a charge out that too; e.g. delaying buses, changing work start times etc.
And the perps decided to rub it in and use it as an excuse for making me feel fragile today for some reason.
Some 20 screamings at the assholes while making dinner, same for each of the last three evenings. Besides finger fumbling, picking up the wrong item, sending me to the wrong cupboard or drawer, etc. they like to flick food and liquids. I cannot count the number of strange hops and bounces that these items take in a given day. Food preparation is under heavy assault of late, which means they like to infuriate me all the more.
06-28-2016
I worked two jobs today, the first one with lots of interuptions. Not only do interuptions serve the perps, but getting direction from different individuals seems to be part of the scope. Then onto my second job, replete with my vehicular gangstalker leading me on this obscure route from one vineyard to the next, where he "happened" to be going next door to my target destination. Not bad for being in the country, and I was vehicularly stalked going the opposite direction on the same road last week. Why am I not surprised?
I finished dishes etc at 2000h and was to head to the supermarket but the assholes blatantly re-directed me to bed for a one hour nap attack.Talk about thwarted will. And when at the supermarket, why, they were out of the very thing I wanted, cooked chicken. I had to settle for cold breaded chicken. And did I mention I avoid bread and gluten like the plague, and this was the only cooked chicken available. Thanks a bunch assholes.
The cute supermarket cashier "happened" to be passing through and crossing my path on my way in, and even gave me a "hello" in passing as I entered the store. To which I politely responded. (Some 99% of the time they ignore my entry into the store). Then there she was at the chicken counter too when I got skunked per above. I had my usual "repeat freaks", aka, gangstalkers in the store, and when finished at that nagging self checkout voice over, why, the cute one "happened" to be standing around and bid me farewell. Again, I returned with a polite reply and headed out the door.
And what is it about large waddling males in baggy shorts the perps so love to put on for me to see? Those big guts and fat legs are quite disgusting.
The Psychopaths foiled my intended music listening in the vineyard two days ago, Sunday. The Power Amp app couldn't find the files even if it could find all the albums, songs and artists no problem. It just wouldn't play music. The default Android music player app was a total piece of shit and had no visible means to select or unselect music. And why is it the perps continually sabotage music players, from Discmen, to CD players (of the past at least), to digital players, e.g. Android phones. And add on the relentless sabotage of headphones and I'm lucky if anything can play, outside of my home system. Add to that, my co-worker, constantly "forgets" to bring his portable speaker that plugs into his phone. It is totally fucking insane that I am not allowed to listen to music when and where I want.
06-29-2016
Got my bone scan done today, driving to the bigger city. They inject radioactive technetium and then have wait three hours when it is taken up into one's bones. So three hours to kick around Kelowna, visiting my favorite used book store for used CD's and even two books. Both of which were biographies of males, Putin (The Man Without a Face) and Keith Richards (Life). The perps like me to read biographies for whatever reason, and keep me away from fiction as a rule. Though lately my reading is about prostate cancer, learning all I can as the urologist is such a pill, the information disclosure avoidant kind.
And interestingly, it takes two weeks for the technetium's radioactivity to subside to undetectable levels; one needs a letter from the hospital if one is to cross borders. Not that it is a concern, see below.
07-01-2016
Friday, and a national holiday here, akin to July 4 in the US. A "double" long weekend if one flits between borders; Friday July 1 in Canada, and then Monday July 4 in USA. Not that I do cross borders, in good measure due to an unprovoked gun pulling event by the INS in 2002, the first year the perps went berserk/overt on me. Besides, I don't have whole lot of dough to go spendy on holidays anyhow.
A 3.5 hour nap attack this afternoon, though one of the rare times that it may have had some basis in real sleep demand. I was sleep deprived over the prior two days, and finished work an hour early as the rain came in on the vineyard. I put my head down at 1530h and got up at 1900h. Then an hour of recovering from this long nap when on my feet and then back to bed. No wonder so many things aren't getting done. I tried to make a list of these items and they shut me down after ten items when there was many more.
07-02-2016
An early start to the day, working for the casual labor vineyard employer. Most strange crew make up today, though it is on the heels of Canada Day and on a long weekend to boot. At first only two other E. Indian workers, an older woman and a young one and the foreman. Both doing the shawls and the older woman with this large bill cap as well, a seeming favorite get up for the older female E. Indian women. We went into the wrong vineyard section at first, and the foreman didn't seem to need to enure that we started in the right place, he being preoccupied with something else. (As most of the direction is in Punjabi, I just follow them). This was through a trellis wire vineyard, the normal kind one sees in the dreamy PR photos that promote wine. Anyhow, at some point he figured it out and redirected us to the high density "post" vineyard, where a single vine grows next to a sturdy post and the vines are wrapped around it to contain the sprawl of canes As it turned out, this was quite different from the stalking perspective as there were no wires and anyone can freely cross rows or get into other's rows. This particular kind of vine training system seems to be experimental more than anything else, but the rows are only 4' wide.
At this point, the "four turbans" arrived, that is, male E. Indians, and they stayed with the crew for the rest of the day. About two hours later, another E. Indian arrived, the same one as last year who looks suspiciously like my brother; the same build and height and similar facial features though with much darkened skin and in a ball cap, jeans (instead of the pajama outfits) and clean shaven. I find it most odd that this particular individual needs to be inserted a few hours later than anyone else, and this has been his consistent arrival pattern. Yes, he speaks Punjabi, but in past perp operative stalking experience this is another mutable feature; having an operative Fuckwit speak another language or with an prominent accent is nothing new to me.
It was me and 7 Punjabis on this crew today, and not a big deal, and I am very used to being ignored as I am not one of them. Besides, apart from the foreman, none seem to speak much English. Welcome to farm work.
But, the perps pulled an asshole move; they sabotaged my vehicle by separating the exhaust head pipe from the rest of it so that the vehicle now makes this awful loud hoarse noise, not unlike the plethora of loud mufflered vehicles I get from vehicular gangstalking. It was the last thing I needed; not only the infernal noise but also the upcoming expense. And the perps decided to make it obvious, as when I pulled into park there was no noise. And when I relocated, why, the exhaust/no muffler noise erupted for the first time. In other words, unprovoked vehicle sabotage of no seeming origin.
Needless to say I was not amused that I had to drive 40 minutes back on the highway with this extra loud exhaust noise.
07-03-2016
Sunday, and a rare day off for this vineyard worker. But I need it, if nothing else to normalize my sleep habits. No major vehicle outings, say, for a hike, as I cannot bear the noisy muffler. And on my one outing today for the "forgets" from yesterday, why, the vehicular gangstalk trains were in place and for my every turn. Go figure.
I cleaned up the bathroom of all the hairs that seem to be teleported, a good percentage (over 80%) are obviously not mine. For example, eye lashes that are much longer than mine and are all black. Like WTF; mine are brown with blonde tips, so where do these thicker, longer and all-black eyelashes come from? And believe me, there are no others, or more accurately, no women, venturing into my existence let alone visiting me. I am a pariah to say the least, and possibly among my own crowd, TI's to be specific.
Much reading on prostate cancer today, the latest and most invasive medical condition I have had to deal with. I keep getting the telepathic notion that "no invasive surgery or radiation is needed", but as the perps are liars as much as Psychopaths, I must dismiss this banter and carry on in a conventional way. That is, more doctors, more vexation, more futility, more weirdness and maybe a positive outcome. If cancer weren't such a protracted takedown of bodily function, i.e. bladder, bowels etc. in this case, I would tell them to bring it on, I have had enough. That was my perspective of the last two weeks, but now I am formulating a "survival" plan. The word "survival" is in quotes as I don't really have much say in the outcome, but running this here rat (me) through the imposed maze (aka, the human experience) is just too funny for the Psychopathic Imperative, (aka, nonconsensual human experimentation).
The yoga-stalk gets extra blog coverage on tis blog as it is on Monday, the first day of the week I start a new post. There was a visiting Man Bun, that is, a male wearing his long hair as a bun on his head, about the most ridiculous male hair style I have come to witness. A man bun is even more ridiculous than a 8" diameter afro IMHO of male hairstyles. But his real guise was revealed after class when he hung around to then lead me out into the parking lot where he got into his mud splattered vehicle. It has been long noted that the perps just love to put on mud splattered vehicles around me, and having a yogi arrive and then depart from such a perp prop takes the cake.
And if that strange male look wasn't enough, they put on another long haired dude in sloppy shorts to his kness with a do-rag to contain his hair. How ridiculous. Call me a fusty fart if you want, but all these strange male hairdos have been grist in the stalking retinue for a decade or longer, and now they are erupting in my yoga class. Nothing is sacred or free from perp invasion.
Earlier in the day I got messed around at work; I had a text message Sunday evening that I was to be doing winery work the next day, and dressed with shorts for the occasion. On Monday morning I get a text message that I was to be doing weed eating work, which pissed me off considerably as my bare legs get thrashed with flying gravel and other debris. So yet again, my preventive measures, for when I am allowed to recall them, get defeated my last minute fuckery.
The perps had me "forget" my testosterone injection last night, and just like supplements, it seems they like to experiment with delayed or forgone medication intake. Or perhaps, having me go off schedule for whatever reason, as they get a charge out that too; e.g. delaying buses, changing work start times etc.
And the perps decided to rub it in and use it as an excuse for making me feel fragile today for some reason.
Some 20 screamings at the assholes while making dinner, same for each of the last three evenings. Besides finger fumbling, picking up the wrong item, sending me to the wrong cupboard or drawer, etc. they like to flick food and liquids. I cannot count the number of strange hops and bounces that these items take in a given day. Food preparation is under heavy assault of late, which means they like to infuriate me all the more.
06-28-2016
I worked two jobs today, the first one with lots of interuptions. Not only do interuptions serve the perps, but getting direction from different individuals seems to be part of the scope. Then onto my second job, replete with my vehicular gangstalker leading me on this obscure route from one vineyard to the next, where he "happened" to be going next door to my target destination. Not bad for being in the country, and I was vehicularly stalked going the opposite direction on the same road last week. Why am I not surprised?
I finished dishes etc at 2000h and was to head to the supermarket but the assholes blatantly re-directed me to bed for a one hour nap attack.Talk about thwarted will. And when at the supermarket, why, they were out of the very thing I wanted, cooked chicken. I had to settle for cold breaded chicken. And did I mention I avoid bread and gluten like the plague, and this was the only cooked chicken available. Thanks a bunch assholes.
The cute supermarket cashier "happened" to be passing through and crossing my path on my way in, and even gave me a "hello" in passing as I entered the store. To which I politely responded. (Some 99% of the time they ignore my entry into the store). Then there she was at the chicken counter too when I got skunked per above. I had my usual "repeat freaks", aka, gangstalkers in the store, and when finished at that nagging self checkout voice over, why, the cute one "happened" to be standing around and bid me farewell. Again, I returned with a polite reply and headed out the door.
And what is it about large waddling males in baggy shorts the perps so love to put on for me to see? Those big guts and fat legs are quite disgusting.
The Psychopaths foiled my intended music listening in the vineyard two days ago, Sunday. The Power Amp app couldn't find the files even if it could find all the albums, songs and artists no problem. It just wouldn't play music. The default Android music player app was a total piece of shit and had no visible means to select or unselect music. And why is it the perps continually sabotage music players, from Discmen, to CD players (of the past at least), to digital players, e.g. Android phones. And add on the relentless sabotage of headphones and I'm lucky if anything can play, outside of my home system. Add to that, my co-worker, constantly "forgets" to bring his portable speaker that plugs into his phone. It is totally fucking insane that I am not allowed to listen to music when and where I want.
06-29-2016
Got my bone scan done today, driving to the bigger city. They inject radioactive technetium and then have wait three hours when it is taken up into one's bones. So three hours to kick around Kelowna, visiting my favorite used book store for used CD's and even two books. Both of which were biographies of males, Putin (The Man Without a Face) and Keith Richards (Life). The perps like me to read biographies for whatever reason, and keep me away from fiction as a rule. Though lately my reading is about prostate cancer, learning all I can as the urologist is such a pill, the information disclosure avoidant kind.
And interestingly, it takes two weeks for the technetium's radioactivity to subside to undetectable levels; one needs a letter from the hospital if one is to cross borders. Not that it is a concern, see below.
07-01-2016
Friday, and a national holiday here, akin to July 4 in the US. A "double" long weekend if one flits between borders; Friday July 1 in Canada, and then Monday July 4 in USA. Not that I do cross borders, in good measure due to an unprovoked gun pulling event by the INS in 2002, the first year the perps went berserk/overt on me. Besides, I don't have whole lot of dough to go spendy on holidays anyhow.
A 3.5 hour nap attack this afternoon, though one of the rare times that it may have had some basis in real sleep demand. I was sleep deprived over the prior two days, and finished work an hour early as the rain came in on the vineyard. I put my head down at 1530h and got up at 1900h. Then an hour of recovering from this long nap when on my feet and then back to bed. No wonder so many things aren't getting done. I tried to make a list of these items and they shut me down after ten items when there was many more.
07-02-2016
An early start to the day, working for the casual labor vineyard employer. Most strange crew make up today, though it is on the heels of Canada Day and on a long weekend to boot. At first only two other E. Indian workers, an older woman and a young one and the foreman. Both doing the shawls and the older woman with this large bill cap as well, a seeming favorite get up for the older female E. Indian women. We went into the wrong vineyard section at first, and the foreman didn't seem to need to enure that we started in the right place, he being preoccupied with something else. (As most of the direction is in Punjabi, I just follow them). This was through a trellis wire vineyard, the normal kind one sees in the dreamy PR photos that promote wine. Anyhow, at some point he figured it out and redirected us to the high density "post" vineyard, where a single vine grows next to a sturdy post and the vines are wrapped around it to contain the sprawl of canes As it turned out, this was quite different from the stalking perspective as there were no wires and anyone can freely cross rows or get into other's rows. This particular kind of vine training system seems to be experimental more than anything else, but the rows are only 4' wide.
At this point, the "four turbans" arrived, that is, male E. Indians, and they stayed with the crew for the rest of the day. About two hours later, another E. Indian arrived, the same one as last year who looks suspiciously like my brother; the same build and height and similar facial features though with much darkened skin and in a ball cap, jeans (instead of the pajama outfits) and clean shaven. I find it most odd that this particular individual needs to be inserted a few hours later than anyone else, and this has been his consistent arrival pattern. Yes, he speaks Punjabi, but in past perp operative stalking experience this is another mutable feature; having an operative Fuckwit speak another language or with an prominent accent is nothing new to me.
It was me and 7 Punjabis on this crew today, and not a big deal, and I am very used to being ignored as I am not one of them. Besides, apart from the foreman, none seem to speak much English. Welcome to farm work.
But, the perps pulled an asshole move; they sabotaged my vehicle by separating the exhaust head pipe from the rest of it so that the vehicle now makes this awful loud hoarse noise, not unlike the plethora of loud mufflered vehicles I get from vehicular gangstalking. It was the last thing I needed; not only the infernal noise but also the upcoming expense. And the perps decided to make it obvious, as when I pulled into park there was no noise. And when I relocated, why, the exhaust/no muffler noise erupted for the first time. In other words, unprovoked vehicle sabotage of no seeming origin.
Needless to say I was not amused that I had to drive 40 minutes back on the highway with this extra loud exhaust noise.
07-03-2016
Sunday, and a rare day off for this vineyard worker. But I need it, if nothing else to normalize my sleep habits. No major vehicle outings, say, for a hike, as I cannot bear the noisy muffler. And on my one outing today for the "forgets" from yesterday, why, the vehicular gangstalk trains were in place and for my every turn. Go figure.
I cleaned up the bathroom of all the hairs that seem to be teleported, a good percentage (over 80%) are obviously not mine. For example, eye lashes that are much longer than mine and are all black. Like WTF; mine are brown with blonde tips, so where do these thicker, longer and all-black eyelashes come from? And believe me, there are no others, or more accurately, no women, venturing into my existence let alone visiting me. I am a pariah to say the least, and possibly among my own crowd, TI's to be specific.
Much reading on prostate cancer today, the latest and most invasive medical condition I have had to deal with. I keep getting the telepathic notion that "no invasive surgery or radiation is needed", but as the perps are liars as much as Psychopaths, I must dismiss this banter and carry on in a conventional way. That is, more doctors, more vexation, more futility, more weirdness and maybe a positive outcome. If cancer weren't such a protracted takedown of bodily function, i.e. bladder, bowels etc. in this case, I would tell them to bring it on, I have had enough. That was my perspective of the last two weeks, but now I am formulating a "survival" plan. The word "survival" is in quotes as I don't really have much say in the outcome, but running this here rat (me) through the imposed maze (aka, the human experience) is just too funny for the Psychopathic Imperative, (aka, nonconsensual human experimentation).
Sunday, May 01, 2016
Cooperage Capers
04-25-2016
What a start to a Monday; the boss man brought in over 200 lightly used wine barrels from California, and us worker schmo's had to unload it. They were stacked three high in a trailer, the kind the tractor/truck pulls on the highway. They hold 59 gallons, and weigh at least 80lb each it seemed. Naturally we didn't need to lift them all that much as they roll on the ground if one picks up one side. Then, like Friday, I placed some on pallets and wrapped them in shrink wrap to be then transported locally. An energetic start to the week to be sure. Again, the theme of wood, wine and shrink wrap comes up again.
And to complement this morning's work, the perps had me "forget" to take my testosterone last night, my usual timing for the week. So, reminding me this morning, I took it just before setting off to work. No doubt this timing played into the perp's research agenda, following it with above mentioned barrel slinging within 30 min. of taking it. Again, I have no idea why the perps are so fussed about testosterone, and other neurotransmitters, but as always, they have a plan timed to the microsecond.
The weekly yoga stalk had an all time best of three other males and nothing much to look at on the female front. The frumpy persistent stalker of late moved in beside me on my L, and the hopeless E. Indian woman returned to my R side for a second week. This is advanced yoga, aka Power Yoga, and it does surprise me that such inexperienced folk somehow "find" this class.
As often, like most others in the class, I get hands on pose correction from the instructor. This time she was on me to correct my shoulder alignment and finished running her hand down my spine.I cannot possibly imagine how the latter contact is of any corrective yogic benefit.
04-27-2016
Skipped a day as this here back-up PC (since 02-2016) "needed" a graphics card. I was happy with the VGA off the motherboard, but someone else wasn't and planted the urge to get a small graphics card with DVI and HDMI output. I don't see much difference in the graphics as I am not a gamer type, but the PC has a little more snap to it. As always, electronic circuits, wires and wire color and even wire bundling materials are of intense perp interest.
04-28-2016
A day of de-suckering (called "suckering" in the business for perverse reasons), vines in the vineyard, me and two other male co-workers. (The "suckers" are the shoots emanating from the trunk region of the vine). Last year I got a female high school student to help the job get done quickly, but whatever.
The perps are decidedly bringing in more male-ness into everything I do, or go for that matter. The male gut strut in the specialty grocery store last evening was positively disgusting. I would look away and another would show up within my vision inside of two seconds. I would look away again and lo, if the first one hadn't changed direction to then appear again when averting my gaze from the second gut-strutter. Add in a chinless gut strutter and the whole thing gets even more unsightly. The next option would be to have a bald, chinless male gut strutter. It never ends. Today's male co-workers were without guts thankfully, and had chins too. I suppose I should consider myself lucky, should my highly managed and controlled state ever permit such a genuine notion.
04-29-2016
A day of handling deep black bark mulch colored with some petroleum product. I would take the p.u. truck to get a load (1.5 cubic yards) and take it to the vineyard site and with the help of my co-worker, spread it on top of the extant landscape bark mulch in varying degrees of thickness. At one point the boss lady came out to ream my ass for laying it on too thick, but as I had been minimizing the spreading thickness all along, I saw it as another exercise of pillorying the victim (me). Even my co-worker agreed, stating the episode was insulting. Food for more angst therapy. Though he did make a valid point of working in a (toxic) environment when one is under constant fear of screwing up, even if one is earnest, effort-full and doing the best job possible. I agreed, it was one of those incremental toxic build up situations which I had not truly cognitively processed. Much more could be written, but I will leave it at that for now.
This was the second day this week of this task, and hopefully the last of it for the year. I don't know why the perps are so fussed about trees, wood and any other tree products and by-products (e.g. clippings etc.), but they are. Otherwise, they would not of managed me to be a forester; my degree, and my profession. Now busted down to farm worker thanks to their insane and deranged non-consensual human research imperative.
I made three trips into town to get the bark mulch, the first one with an added fueling trip. And lo, the fuel card didn't work and so I had to take it into the office to get the card up-dated. The office folks were nice, and even conversational, not the usual head-down collusional atmosphere. The topic was last week's delivery truck (of six pallet loads) that was hit and flipped on its side, an amazing event mentioned in last week's blog.
And I was vehicularly stalked up the asshole, making the three trips to get a load of bark mulch. Vehicle trains some 10 to 15 long to prevent L hand turns, unheard of vehicular density in a town of 35k population, long before tourist season.
04-30-2015
Saturday; normally I would work but as my bowel ructions continued this week, and the test results of 1.5 weeks ago are done, I went to see the drop-in doctor. A mistake; it wasn't the same one who initiated the tests, whom I saw two weeks ago, and he was clued out on what was transpiring. In fact, I don't think he could see the results of 1.5 weeks ago, even if I did online. This was the same doctor of two months ago, who weirded me out three times in one visit, recorded in this blog, though I am too lazy to find the link right now. Sooo... more blood draws, and to top off the inanity, a future body CT scan of my organs. Ridiculous that I am put through this idiocy when the Keepers of the Fourth Reich can punish anyone at will with any affliction at all, at whim. Which is what they appear to do with me, though with a bias to simulating conventional medical conditions, whatever they may be. Read on.
The wait in the doctor's office is often a freak show, and there was an element of that for sure. The E. Indians (from India) were there, the turban act moving in later. And for some reason the unturbaned E. Indian moved next to the turbaned one after 15 minutes, as seen through the glass. I thought it most curious that these two cats would find each other, as the waiting room has a disjointed configuration. But as the Psychopaths have been heavy on turbans of late, why not?
Then the male gut strut too; a 240lb mofo sat next to me, followed by heavy use on his smart phone, and often raising his arm next to me for whatever reason. The disgusting gut was bad enough, but hair down to his shoulders added that extra element of despicability. If I don't like the sight of fat people, recessed chins, unkempt male hair, etc. I don't see why some sick-assed international Psychopathic organization needs to hound me with these motifs/freaks everywhere I go, and online too, now for over 14 years. Aka, the Unfavored Features, of which there are many more.
The perps let me get a tan in the backyard today, most civil of them. Though as always, it was replete with HD motorcycle noise, overhead aircraft noise and the ubiquitous hot-rod muffler noise, though mostly more distant. Had I been listening to music at the same time one can be sure they would of brought the ambient noise level up to pound it through the headphones. Been there, done that.
Today's discouragement over the useless doctor's appointment prompted a look at dopamine on Wikipedia, that wayward site that pulled "gangstalking" from their topics list a few years ago. Disparage them I might, but I learned a whole lot on the topic, from retinal, digestive tract (current hassle) and that there are blood tests for it for crissakes. Much more to follow it seems, if only I can get a doctor to move his/her ass. So far, when I expouse my dopamine deficiency theory to the seeming medical professionals, I get stares, blow-offs and a more direct, "I can't help you".
Back in 1997-2000, after reading the clinical text on Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) and visiting three shrinks and one neurologist, they all blew me off. (Not a coincidence in hindsight, as things turned out after 04-2002). Finally, I got a SPECT scan and lo, I was absolutely right, ADD-Inattentive subtype. That equals dopamine deficiency, no contest, and it became my trump card for all the clinical abuse that followed. And the stimulant medication was a stunning success at first, though the effects did taper off some after a year. Except then the perps mugged me, starting overt harassment in 04-2002, and it seems the big imperative was to strip me of my beneficial medication (and positive dopaminergic effects) to then substitute medications that stripped me of dopamine. I will never forgive the fucking assholes for all of that. And here I am, 14 years later, getting various symptoms that suggest the dopamine fuckover follies are far from done. Thanks a bunch; another dopamine deficiency treatment wall to climb.
05-01-2016
Sunday, and I worked for my former full time employer to clean up the wreckage from his bottling yesterday. It looks like at least 8 pallet loads, about 12,000L of wine. I was glad to see that he did not use those former flaxseed oil totes (1000L each) that I cleaned all day about three weeks ago. They smelled even after being cleaned all day. Instead, he used a huge, say 8'x16', bladder and blended the wine into it. Today, it was collapsed mostly, so I don't know how high it was, but it was a whole lot of wine. Now, he must create covered storage for it.
The perps were busy pulling items from my grasp all day today, infuriating me no end. And ramping up this particular abuse when the boss man was around. Competence is not allowed in the perp mindset.
Then when doing an assembly line-like task, filling kegs three at a time, everything was working out OK, and they let me be reasonably competent for about the first half of the activity, two hours or so. Then they started scrambling me and making me forget at what stage each keg was in the filling process. Never, ever, until this insane reign of targeted abuse did I have a problem of becoming less adequate while doing a task.
Enough for the week, time to get this posted.
What a start to a Monday; the boss man brought in over 200 lightly used wine barrels from California, and us worker schmo's had to unload it. They were stacked three high in a trailer, the kind the tractor/truck pulls on the highway. They hold 59 gallons, and weigh at least 80lb each it seemed. Naturally we didn't need to lift them all that much as they roll on the ground if one picks up one side. Then, like Friday, I placed some on pallets and wrapped them in shrink wrap to be then transported locally. An energetic start to the week to be sure. Again, the theme of wood, wine and shrink wrap comes up again.
And to complement this morning's work, the perps had me "forget" to take my testosterone last night, my usual timing for the week. So, reminding me this morning, I took it just before setting off to work. No doubt this timing played into the perp's research agenda, following it with above mentioned barrel slinging within 30 min. of taking it. Again, I have no idea why the perps are so fussed about testosterone, and other neurotransmitters, but as always, they have a plan timed to the microsecond.
The weekly yoga stalk had an all time best of three other males and nothing much to look at on the female front. The frumpy persistent stalker of late moved in beside me on my L, and the hopeless E. Indian woman returned to my R side for a second week. This is advanced yoga, aka Power Yoga, and it does surprise me that such inexperienced folk somehow "find" this class.
As often, like most others in the class, I get hands on pose correction from the instructor. This time she was on me to correct my shoulder alignment and finished running her hand down my spine.I cannot possibly imagine how the latter contact is of any corrective yogic benefit.
04-27-2016
Skipped a day as this here back-up PC (since 02-2016) "needed" a graphics card. I was happy with the VGA off the motherboard, but someone else wasn't and planted the urge to get a small graphics card with DVI and HDMI output. I don't see much difference in the graphics as I am not a gamer type, but the PC has a little more snap to it. As always, electronic circuits, wires and wire color and even wire bundling materials are of intense perp interest.
04-28-2016
A day of de-suckering (called "suckering" in the business for perverse reasons), vines in the vineyard, me and two other male co-workers. (The "suckers" are the shoots emanating from the trunk region of the vine). Last year I got a female high school student to help the job get done quickly, but whatever.
The perps are decidedly bringing in more male-ness into everything I do, or go for that matter. The male gut strut in the specialty grocery store last evening was positively disgusting. I would look away and another would show up within my vision inside of two seconds. I would look away again and lo, if the first one hadn't changed direction to then appear again when averting my gaze from the second gut-strutter. Add in a chinless gut strutter and the whole thing gets even more unsightly. The next option would be to have a bald, chinless male gut strutter. It never ends. Today's male co-workers were without guts thankfully, and had chins too. I suppose I should consider myself lucky, should my highly managed and controlled state ever permit such a genuine notion.
04-29-2016
A day of handling deep black bark mulch colored with some petroleum product. I would take the p.u. truck to get a load (1.5 cubic yards) and take it to the vineyard site and with the help of my co-worker, spread it on top of the extant landscape bark mulch in varying degrees of thickness. At one point the boss lady came out to ream my ass for laying it on too thick, but as I had been minimizing the spreading thickness all along, I saw it as another exercise of pillorying the victim (me). Even my co-worker agreed, stating the episode was insulting. Food for more angst therapy. Though he did make a valid point of working in a (toxic) environment when one is under constant fear of screwing up, even if one is earnest, effort-full and doing the best job possible. I agreed, it was one of those incremental toxic build up situations which I had not truly cognitively processed. Much more could be written, but I will leave it at that for now.
This was the second day this week of this task, and hopefully the last of it for the year. I don't know why the perps are so fussed about trees, wood and any other tree products and by-products (e.g. clippings etc.), but they are. Otherwise, they would not of managed me to be a forester; my degree, and my profession. Now busted down to farm worker thanks to their insane and deranged non-consensual human research imperative.
I made three trips into town to get the bark mulch, the first one with an added fueling trip. And lo, the fuel card didn't work and so I had to take it into the office to get the card up-dated. The office folks were nice, and even conversational, not the usual head-down collusional atmosphere. The topic was last week's delivery truck (of six pallet loads) that was hit and flipped on its side, an amazing event mentioned in last week's blog.
And I was vehicularly stalked up the asshole, making the three trips to get a load of bark mulch. Vehicle trains some 10 to 15 long to prevent L hand turns, unheard of vehicular density in a town of 35k population, long before tourist season.
04-30-2015
Saturday; normally I would work but as my bowel ructions continued this week, and the test results of 1.5 weeks ago are done, I went to see the drop-in doctor. A mistake; it wasn't the same one who initiated the tests, whom I saw two weeks ago, and he was clued out on what was transpiring. In fact, I don't think he could see the results of 1.5 weeks ago, even if I did online. This was the same doctor of two months ago, who weirded me out three times in one visit, recorded in this blog, though I am too lazy to find the link right now. Sooo... more blood draws, and to top off the inanity, a future body CT scan of my organs. Ridiculous that I am put through this idiocy when the Keepers of the Fourth Reich can punish anyone at will with any affliction at all, at whim. Which is what they appear to do with me, though with a bias to simulating conventional medical conditions, whatever they may be. Read on.
The wait in the doctor's office is often a freak show, and there was an element of that for sure. The E. Indians (from India) were there, the turban act moving in later. And for some reason the unturbaned E. Indian moved next to the turbaned one after 15 minutes, as seen through the glass. I thought it most curious that these two cats would find each other, as the waiting room has a disjointed configuration. But as the Psychopaths have been heavy on turbans of late, why not?
Then the male gut strut too; a 240lb mofo sat next to me, followed by heavy use on his smart phone, and often raising his arm next to me for whatever reason. The disgusting gut was bad enough, but hair down to his shoulders added that extra element of despicability. If I don't like the sight of fat people, recessed chins, unkempt male hair, etc. I don't see why some sick-assed international Psychopathic organization needs to hound me with these motifs/freaks everywhere I go, and online too, now for over 14 years. Aka, the Unfavored Features, of which there are many more.
The perps let me get a tan in the backyard today, most civil of them. Though as always, it was replete with HD motorcycle noise, overhead aircraft noise and the ubiquitous hot-rod muffler noise, though mostly more distant. Had I been listening to music at the same time one can be sure they would of brought the ambient noise level up to pound it through the headphones. Been there, done that.
Today's discouragement over the useless doctor's appointment prompted a look at dopamine on Wikipedia, that wayward site that pulled "gangstalking" from their topics list a few years ago. Disparage them I might, but I learned a whole lot on the topic, from retinal, digestive tract (current hassle) and that there are blood tests for it for crissakes. Much more to follow it seems, if only I can get a doctor to move his/her ass. So far, when I expouse my dopamine deficiency theory to the seeming medical professionals, I get stares, blow-offs and a more direct, "I can't help you".
Back in 1997-2000, after reading the clinical text on Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) and visiting three shrinks and one neurologist, they all blew me off. (Not a coincidence in hindsight, as things turned out after 04-2002). Finally, I got a SPECT scan and lo, I was absolutely right, ADD-Inattentive subtype. That equals dopamine deficiency, no contest, and it became my trump card for all the clinical abuse that followed. And the stimulant medication was a stunning success at first, though the effects did taper off some after a year. Except then the perps mugged me, starting overt harassment in 04-2002, and it seems the big imperative was to strip me of my beneficial medication (and positive dopaminergic effects) to then substitute medications that stripped me of dopamine. I will never forgive the fucking assholes for all of that. And here I am, 14 years later, getting various symptoms that suggest the dopamine fuckover follies are far from done. Thanks a bunch; another dopamine deficiency treatment wall to climb.
05-01-2016
Sunday, and I worked for my former full time employer to clean up the wreckage from his bottling yesterday. It looks like at least 8 pallet loads, about 12,000L of wine. I was glad to see that he did not use those former flaxseed oil totes (1000L each) that I cleaned all day about three weeks ago. They smelled even after being cleaned all day. Instead, he used a huge, say 8'x16', bladder and blended the wine into it. Today, it was collapsed mostly, so I don't know how high it was, but it was a whole lot of wine. Now, he must create covered storage for it.
The perps were busy pulling items from my grasp all day today, infuriating me no end. And ramping up this particular abuse when the boss man was around. Competence is not allowed in the perp mindset.
Then when doing an assembly line-like task, filling kegs three at a time, everything was working out OK, and they let me be reasonably competent for about the first half of the activity, two hours or so. Then they started scrambling me and making me forget at what stage each keg was in the filling process. Never, ever, until this insane reign of targeted abuse did I have a problem of becoming less adequate while doing a task.
Enough for the week, time to get this posted.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
In the Reds
1925h
Strawberry picking begun today after some two hours of packing garbage into dumpsters and hosing down plywood picking bins. The Mexican I was working with seemed to be guided by some kind of detailed instructions as he knew what the job was even if no one told him.
Then a strange before day-end wrap-up to the strawberry picking with everyone turning around at the same time and heading back and not saying anything to me, a 100' downhill. And there were still berries to pick but no one seemed too fussed. Another one of those "herd moments" when every one else marches to the beat of a strange drummer. Then the boss' gorgeous live-in girlfried came with him when we wrapped up the picking, and per seating arrangement I got to sit next to her in the front seat. All part of the show I suppose, have the odd babe arrive after a day with the rabble (us pickers), and have me sit next to her and her sumptuous legs below her skirt in the two minute truck ride back to the farm warehouse. She has a corporate job, so what took her in her nice city clothes to a dusty farm field at 1600h is beyond me, save a perp orchestrated "victim tour".
And a suck-in to work to 1730h when it is the recipie for not getting much done in the evenings. When I got the bus it was about 1750h, #6 S. bound to downtown, and lo, if there wasn't at least 20 Fuckwits on board. I eventually got a seat facing forward instead of the transverse ones for the handicapped, and it had a blonde woman immediately in front of me. Then 5' in front of her was a transverse seat behind the front wheel well, and the perps soon put on a Phillipino woman and her daughter. The latter did "pop out" duty to ensure she was seen past the blonde woman's head, and eventually they got off after a few minutes. Then another blonde arrived to sit next to the blonde immedieately in front of me. And lo, if they didn't bring on a negro woman (very Unfavored) to sit where the Phillipinos (Unfavored) had sat, upping the brown skin ante and partaking of whatever "blonde auric goodness" there is that the perps seem to need to leverage from, a skit/stunt that has played out hundreds of times now.
And when I got off the bus a pregnant woman got off ahead of me, then a male, and as it was a one way street it is easier to jaywalk across. This was after the two deep metallic red vehicles had passed by, an very common gangstalk color of late. And when I was crossing in mid-street, a female herd was hot on my tail. These were the two blondes on the bus, plus at least two others, and in the middle of this sordid pack was the infernal negro woman. Talk about a set-up, and how could that many agree to jaywalk together in tight formation, and at least one of them doing the gangstalker standard high armswing walk. This ludicrous quasi military arm swing erupted in this town in 2003 and hasn't let up. Anyhow, the female herd with the embedded negro woman was on my tail for at least 100' before I turned the corner to find a carmine redcoated Fuckwit ahead of me. And do I loathe carmine red more than any other? You bet, and then know it.
Other Unfavored scum themes on the bus and the street were Fat People, still a big deal for the perps to be attempting to elicit abreactions to this grotesque human state, no doubt of long term strategic interest to the perps give the level of obesity in N. America. This is also known as the "gut strut", these 250+lb blubber-stalkers who populate my viewscape much more than their demographic percentile suggests. The bald males are still going strong as another Unfavored gangstalker theme, and are even going out shirtless for crissakes.
Another dude cluster on the outbound bus this morning, though 10' away instead of every availible seat around me a few days ago, having 8 of the Fuckwits pretending that this wasn't an organized scam. Since when did all these dudes take the bus at 0700h, even on a Sunday? For the 8 dude cluster around me they inserted a blonde woman immediately in front of me as some kind of blonde auric goodness leverage, though it didn't help that she wore the present trending military scout hats that are the rage in this town, one step removed from the ubiquitous ball caps on the males with these ridiculous baggy shorts that go past their knees.
A near sleepless night last night, in keeping with the perps screwing me ou of sleep on Monday nights after my return from the First Feral Family house. It seems they need to extend wakeful conditions, something they sure to let me know back in the early days of this abusive insanity they have inflicted upon me.
Anyhow, a day in the sun and I am wiped out enough to call this one done and to blog off for the day.
Strawberry picking begun today after some two hours of packing garbage into dumpsters and hosing down plywood picking bins. The Mexican I was working with seemed to be guided by some kind of detailed instructions as he knew what the job was even if no one told him.
Then a strange before day-end wrap-up to the strawberry picking with everyone turning around at the same time and heading back and not saying anything to me, a 100' downhill. And there were still berries to pick but no one seemed too fussed. Another one of those "herd moments" when every one else marches to the beat of a strange drummer. Then the boss' gorgeous live-in girlfried came with him when we wrapped up the picking, and per seating arrangement I got to sit next to her in the front seat. All part of the show I suppose, have the odd babe arrive after a day with the rabble (us pickers), and have me sit next to her and her sumptuous legs below her skirt in the two minute truck ride back to the farm warehouse. She has a corporate job, so what took her in her nice city clothes to a dusty farm field at 1600h is beyond me, save a perp orchestrated "victim tour".
And a suck-in to work to 1730h when it is the recipie for not getting much done in the evenings. When I got the bus it was about 1750h, #6 S. bound to downtown, and lo, if there wasn't at least 20 Fuckwits on board. I eventually got a seat facing forward instead of the transverse ones for the handicapped, and it had a blonde woman immediately in front of me. Then 5' in front of her was a transverse seat behind the front wheel well, and the perps soon put on a Phillipino woman and her daughter. The latter did "pop out" duty to ensure she was seen past the blonde woman's head, and eventually they got off after a few minutes. Then another blonde arrived to sit next to the blonde immedieately in front of me. And lo, if they didn't bring on a negro woman (very Unfavored) to sit where the Phillipinos (Unfavored) had sat, upping the brown skin ante and partaking of whatever "blonde auric goodness" there is that the perps seem to need to leverage from, a skit/stunt that has played out hundreds of times now.
And when I got off the bus a pregnant woman got off ahead of me, then a male, and as it was a one way street it is easier to jaywalk across. This was after the two deep metallic red vehicles had passed by, an very common gangstalk color of late. And when I was crossing in mid-street, a female herd was hot on my tail. These were the two blondes on the bus, plus at least two others, and in the middle of this sordid pack was the infernal negro woman. Talk about a set-up, and how could that many agree to jaywalk together in tight formation, and at least one of them doing the gangstalker standard high armswing walk. This ludicrous quasi military arm swing erupted in this town in 2003 and hasn't let up. Anyhow, the female herd with the embedded negro woman was on my tail for at least 100' before I turned the corner to find a carmine redcoated Fuckwit ahead of me. And do I loathe carmine red more than any other? You bet, and then know it.
Other Unfavored scum themes on the bus and the street were Fat People, still a big deal for the perps to be attempting to elicit abreactions to this grotesque human state, no doubt of long term strategic interest to the perps give the level of obesity in N. America. This is also known as the "gut strut", these 250+lb blubber-stalkers who populate my viewscape much more than their demographic percentile suggests. The bald males are still going strong as another Unfavored gangstalker theme, and are even going out shirtless for crissakes.
Another dude cluster on the outbound bus this morning, though 10' away instead of every availible seat around me a few days ago, having 8 of the Fuckwits pretending that this wasn't an organized scam. Since when did all these dudes take the bus at 0700h, even on a Sunday? For the 8 dude cluster around me they inserted a blonde woman immediately in front of me as some kind of blonde auric goodness leverage, though it didn't help that she wore the present trending military scout hats that are the rage in this town, one step removed from the ubiquitous ball caps on the males with these ridiculous baggy shorts that go past their knees.
A near sleepless night last night, in keeping with the perps screwing me ou of sleep on Monday nights after my return from the First Feral Family house. It seems they need to extend wakeful conditions, something they sure to let me know back in the early days of this abusive insanity they have inflicted upon me.
Anyhow, a day in the sun and I am wiped out enough to call this one done and to blog off for the day.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Weeding in the Noisescape
2050h
Still weeding endless rows of strawberry plants at the farm, and have been all week. That is, with a hoe, and one they like me to sharpen periodically with attending co-workers doing the mooch-about while filing the blade. The aircraft noise is predictable; after each work break when I eat and drink fluids, water usually. The STRATCOM B-52 noise, then seaplane noise (way off course if going to Vancouver harbor), then the odd helicopter and airline jet. The latter aren't common miles south of the airport where the farm is as most of the connections to long distance travelling passenger jets are in Vancouver, which would not fly over Victoria. But some six STRATCOM B-52's in one day is ridiculous, as they are to be on an randomized routing. Or, it just may be the noise thereof, without a real aircraft up there, but either way, it is most odd that so many STRATCOM aircraft fly over me. It is quite plain the perps want a variation in aircraft cruise altitude, aircraft size, aircraft noise and type. The term refers to either helicopters (rotary wing), where all others are called fixed wing, and it seems they need to mix this up too.
And it was a day for SPF 60 sun block when I use only SPF 15, as I "forgot" to put it in my substitute pack, as the regular pack suffered a ink leak in it, the same day I was seeding blue commercial pumpkin seeds that stained my left hand. The perps were all over me this morning when I had it outside and in use for the first time in 15 years. I see they also messed up the color and made some of it grey-ish when it was all jet black. Funny how storage will affect these modern heavy duty fabrics (ahem). I got some SPF 60 sun block from my co-worker, the only one who is Caucasian and speaks English. She has become a prominent shill it seems, even asking me out for coffee during prior non-work spells, when it turns out later she doesn't drink it much. I lent her some of my new SPF 15, the first from the bottle, so it seems the perps like to test me and others on differing SPF factors and the bottle age. Many of the daffodil bulb crew of last year wore high SPF sun block, while I stuck with the SPF 15 to get a tan. And the tanning and downstream vitamin D generation and other effects is a huge perp research topic, and especially placing co-workers around me if I take my shirt off at break time. Tanning booth activity was promoted from 2000 to 2002, even a few times after they went beserk/overt on me then, drilling me in the head with severe pain from above the last time. This throbbing noise accompanied severe head pain, also occuring in my apartment, and at work once too, back in 2002. End of tanning booths.
Though the perps did try me out at the clothing optional lake near here in 2003 and 2004, making me somewhat unfazed about it when I never would of gone before. This became a gangstalk show too, and I assume their interest in clothing colors/energies was also part of this research forum then. After that, the perps never let me get a tan until last year when the tan-through shirts were ordered and used. Now, they messed up the sage green tan-through shirt, so I only have the blue one. Again, I have no idea as to why they are so obsessed over tanning, daylight illumination and the associated clothing interaction. But nine years later, they are still at it.
Last weekend, due to the low counter and mirror in my mother's bathroom, I got to see that the perps have given me some weight gain, and it hasn't come off since doing more active farm work. In fact, I looked like one of the "Gutters", the new word for gut-struting males that constant swarm and pose around me. So... what can I do, when they sabotage my running by making me tired and fatigued in the first block? Don't know, but the perps have been very consistent about taking me off exercise over the past nine years. They won't let me run on a running machine for more than five minutes, that in 2009. They shut down yoga 02-2011, not long ago, and constantly screw me out of doing any on my own, not even for a minute.
A short post, even with plenty of news over the past few days, and maybe I will catch up when I get a two day weekend after tomorrow.
Still weeding endless rows of strawberry plants at the farm, and have been all week. That is, with a hoe, and one they like me to sharpen periodically with attending co-workers doing the mooch-about while filing the blade. The aircraft noise is predictable; after each work break when I eat and drink fluids, water usually. The STRATCOM B-52 noise, then seaplane noise (way off course if going to Vancouver harbor), then the odd helicopter and airline jet. The latter aren't common miles south of the airport where the farm is as most of the connections to long distance travelling passenger jets are in Vancouver, which would not fly over Victoria. But some six STRATCOM B-52's in one day is ridiculous, as they are to be on an randomized routing. Or, it just may be the noise thereof, without a real aircraft up there, but either way, it is most odd that so many STRATCOM aircraft fly over me. It is quite plain the perps want a variation in aircraft cruise altitude, aircraft size, aircraft noise and type. The term refers to either helicopters (rotary wing), where all others are called fixed wing, and it seems they need to mix this up too.
And it was a day for SPF 60 sun block when I use only SPF 15, as I "forgot" to put it in my substitute pack, as the regular pack suffered a ink leak in it, the same day I was seeding blue commercial pumpkin seeds that stained my left hand. The perps were all over me this morning when I had it outside and in use for the first time in 15 years. I see they also messed up the color and made some of it grey-ish when it was all jet black. Funny how storage will affect these modern heavy duty fabrics (ahem). I got some SPF 60 sun block from my co-worker, the only one who is Caucasian and speaks English. She has become a prominent shill it seems, even asking me out for coffee during prior non-work spells, when it turns out later she doesn't drink it much. I lent her some of my new SPF 15, the first from the bottle, so it seems the perps like to test me and others on differing SPF factors and the bottle age. Many of the daffodil bulb crew of last year wore high SPF sun block, while I stuck with the SPF 15 to get a tan. And the tanning and downstream vitamin D generation and other effects is a huge perp research topic, and especially placing co-workers around me if I take my shirt off at break time. Tanning booth activity was promoted from 2000 to 2002, even a few times after they went beserk/overt on me then, drilling me in the head with severe pain from above the last time. This throbbing noise accompanied severe head pain, also occuring in my apartment, and at work once too, back in 2002. End of tanning booths.
Though the perps did try me out at the clothing optional lake near here in 2003 and 2004, making me somewhat unfazed about it when I never would of gone before. This became a gangstalk show too, and I assume their interest in clothing colors/energies was also part of this research forum then. After that, the perps never let me get a tan until last year when the tan-through shirts were ordered and used. Now, they messed up the sage green tan-through shirt, so I only have the blue one. Again, I have no idea as to why they are so obsessed over tanning, daylight illumination and the associated clothing interaction. But nine years later, they are still at it.
Last weekend, due to the low counter and mirror in my mother's bathroom, I got to see that the perps have given me some weight gain, and it hasn't come off since doing more active farm work. In fact, I looked like one of the "Gutters", the new word for gut-struting males that constant swarm and pose around me. So... what can I do, when they sabotage my running by making me tired and fatigued in the first block? Don't know, but the perps have been very consistent about taking me off exercise over the past nine years. They won't let me run on a running machine for more than five minutes, that in 2009. They shut down yoga 02-2011, not long ago, and constantly screw me out of doing any on my own, not even for a minute.
A short post, even with plenty of news over the past few days, and maybe I will catch up when I get a two day weekend after tomorrow.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Slide Downs in Chair
1615h
I don't know how they do it, but I often find myself having slid down in my chair, and no actual incremental sliding took place. Or any other kind of movement for that matter.
I got screwed out of yoga today, a forced "forget". The big replacement mission seemed to be keeping me house bound for the E. Indian repairman to fix the free spinning cold water faucet in the bath tub. I used vice grips to use it in my shower, and lo, if the manager didn't offer me a pair when later on the phone and telling him the problem. (I didn't mention anything about my use of the vice grips lest he blame me for the valve stem splines being worn down, hence the lack of purchase for the faucet. The repairman fixed it without removing the valve stem, so I wonder what magic he wove to fix it. Perhaps I will find out if I get ambitious.
Which hasn't been the operative word today; these sort-of sleeps and sort-of awake times are being exploited to zap me of any motivation to get on with doing my grant grovelling research, the main morning activity. Reviewing the GIS industry was an eye opener this morning; I not only am I 19 years out of date, but at least a few generations of knowledge of who the local players are. And I see that the price doubled for the courses; that will make the grant grovelling all the more protracted I suspect.
2040h
More managed misunderstandings at the part time cleaning job; the "this", "that", "back", "front" and the rest of the managed vague-isms continues with the boss man getting cranked up if the misunderstanding goes more than two rounds, despite his lack of clarity. I get routinely fucked into using vague terms myself, but when the other party contributes it gets to be a real cracker. I don't know why the perps do this, but the First Feral Family outing of 09-2008 just about drove me off a cliff for the relentless setups of speaking at cross purposes.
Yesterday the Sales Manager was speaking to one of his staff, about someone named "John" who was crossing him up and needed to be brought to heel. That is my first name, and from the get-go I knew he wasn't talking about me, being within earshot especially, but I thought it was mighty curious. The Sales Manager has actually used my name to say hello a few times in the last three weeks, and never did in the previous six months. He seems to be on another spell of not using it. I don't know what the deal is about using someone's name or not, but the perps have this one covered too; another detail they are dissecting is the use of one's name, first and last.
Today at the car dealership I had the tubby Salesman doing his gangstalking and gut strut. He was on me at at least six times, twice within the first five minutes, once 50' from the open garage door when filling the mop bucket, and again when I went to close it. He erupted from nowhere it seemed, as I had just rounded a hoist pillar and there he was coming back in from his second trip outside for no seeming reason. A case of getting closer but doing the same thing, backing and forthing through the Service garage door. Then he and the boss man put on a joint gut strut; they converged on each other in the hallway, guts leading, and for one instant there were two male guts pointed at each other. I notice the perps have been making me look at my gut, albeit of lesser mass that the above mentioned individuals, and it could even occur when I am seated, or sliding down in my chair as I web surf. I haven't had any need to look at my gut more often, it is still the same as of 7 years ago, no matter the changes in diet and exercise, either direction. Needless to say, it is fucking tiresome to be hounded all the time and deal with this inordinant level of "coincidences" where the same person keeps "happening" to arrive from behind the next corner, or crossing my path in both directions in short order.
2300h
Ear poppings and knee torquings tonight, often with a simultaneous noise from outside that gets through the earmuffs. Enough of this litany for the day, time to post.
I don't know how they do it, but I often find myself having slid down in my chair, and no actual incremental sliding took place. Or any other kind of movement for that matter.
I got screwed out of yoga today, a forced "forget". The big replacement mission seemed to be keeping me house bound for the E. Indian repairman to fix the free spinning cold water faucet in the bath tub. I used vice grips to use it in my shower, and lo, if the manager didn't offer me a pair when later on the phone and telling him the problem. (I didn't mention anything about my use of the vice grips lest he blame me for the valve stem splines being worn down, hence the lack of purchase for the faucet. The repairman fixed it without removing the valve stem, so I wonder what magic he wove to fix it. Perhaps I will find out if I get ambitious.
Which hasn't been the operative word today; these sort-of sleeps and sort-of awake times are being exploited to zap me of any motivation to get on with doing my grant grovelling research, the main morning activity. Reviewing the GIS industry was an eye opener this morning; I not only am I 19 years out of date, but at least a few generations of knowledge of who the local players are. And I see that the price doubled for the courses; that will make the grant grovelling all the more protracted I suspect.
2040h
More managed misunderstandings at the part time cleaning job; the "this", "that", "back", "front" and the rest of the managed vague-isms continues with the boss man getting cranked up if the misunderstanding goes more than two rounds, despite his lack of clarity. I get routinely fucked into using vague terms myself, but when the other party contributes it gets to be a real cracker. I don't know why the perps do this, but the First Feral Family outing of 09-2008 just about drove me off a cliff for the relentless setups of speaking at cross purposes.
Yesterday the Sales Manager was speaking to one of his staff, about someone named "John" who was crossing him up and needed to be brought to heel. That is my first name, and from the get-go I knew he wasn't talking about me, being within earshot especially, but I thought it was mighty curious. The Sales Manager has actually used my name to say hello a few times in the last three weeks, and never did in the previous six months. He seems to be on another spell of not using it. I don't know what the deal is about using someone's name or not, but the perps have this one covered too; another detail they are dissecting is the use of one's name, first and last.
Today at the car dealership I had the tubby Salesman doing his gangstalking and gut strut. He was on me at at least six times, twice within the first five minutes, once 50' from the open garage door when filling the mop bucket, and again when I went to close it. He erupted from nowhere it seemed, as I had just rounded a hoist pillar and there he was coming back in from his second trip outside for no seeming reason. A case of getting closer but doing the same thing, backing and forthing through the Service garage door. Then he and the boss man put on a joint gut strut; they converged on each other in the hallway, guts leading, and for one instant there were two male guts pointed at each other. I notice the perps have been making me look at my gut, albeit of lesser mass that the above mentioned individuals, and it could even occur when I am seated, or sliding down in my chair as I web surf. I haven't had any need to look at my gut more often, it is still the same as of 7 years ago, no matter the changes in diet and exercise, either direction. Needless to say, it is fucking tiresome to be hounded all the time and deal with this inordinant level of "coincidences" where the same person keeps "happening" to arrive from behind the next corner, or crossing my path in both directions in short order.
2300h
Ear poppings and knee torquings tonight, often with a simultaneous noise from outside that gets through the earmuffs. Enough of this litany for the day, time to post.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Full Moon Test; More Harassment
1915h
I am feeling very tired after two back to back workdays in the sun, pulling daffodil bulbs. I sense that I will take tomorrow off, if not in the least for getting another pair of leather gloves after some asshole cut a hole in the left index finger. These gloves have been used for the last week, all four days and a hole "erupted" in the finger end. It was about 1/4" at the afternoon break, and was at least 1/2" when I returned. The perps are always sabotaging my clothing and belongings, and they decided they needed to peek inside by creating a hole in the end of one finger. And this served as the "reason" that I was getting jabbed in the finger tip all the time. But then again, I am also getting finger tip jabs on other fingers, including those with an uncomprised glove fingers. Regular readers will know that the perps can inflict any conceivable damage with their "action at a distance" technologies.
Next Day, 07-19-2008
1620h
Things got a little strange yesterday; I got tired, (read, imposed condition) and had the strangest circucmstances of a nap in all of my life. A four hour nap from 2000h to 2400h (midnight) on top of the bed, and when awakened at that time, I got yet another "wrong number" call on the phone. Then it was onto my dental hygeine time, undressing and back into the bed, and not on it. And over this time there was the dusk transition, the perps silly time of day. So it would seem that the assholes were testing me while sleeping on the bed over the dusk time, and then testing me in the bed for a sleep, and using the short transition period to script a phone call which can serve as bioenergetic interaction device (the telephone microphone), not to mention the auditory processing (listening and speaking), also of significant interest to the perps.
I have never had a four hour nap in my life when well, and that was a first, especially over the period preceding going to bed at the near-normal bedtime. That is two "never-befores", nap duration and nap timing so soon before normal bedtime.
And today, a stay-at-home day after yesterday's punishing back pain/discomfort (read, imposed), the perps scripted another nap, two hours this afternoon, followed by teatime with chocolate and then a read of the national weekend newspaper. And while both hands were tied up reading the paper, a train of motorcycle noise was put on for my benefit, repeating past timing of noise occurences. With two hands free I can plug my ears with my fingers and block out these horrendously loud noises of a kind that I don't want to hear, but not when reading a newspaper.
And it was interesting that yesterday was a full moon, not that I saw it, but it did fit the timing noted by another TI. There must be greater etheric energy at that time, which presumably serves the perp purposes as they introduce so many other electromagnetic and energetic objects in my proximity, gangstalkers in their lurid colors being one. I had a ridiculous orange colored poncho wearing female gangstalker on me at the LD store this morning, standing on guard at the chocolate section, and so instead I went to the checkout which has a view of the incoming and outgoing customers/gangstalkers. I got through the checkout in no time, as there wasn't anybody ahdead of me, and when I got out and to the street, there she was again, some 50' ahead of me. I was either blanked out so I couldn't "see her" (selective cognitive deletion) or else she was teleported. The latter is not uncommon, and the former is doable. When in the LD store they fucked with my vision/cognition so I could not "see", (visual cognition), the newspaper I was looking for when it was exactly in front of me. Nothing new there, as this specialized kind of neural fuckery has been going on since 2006.
The above poncho-ed gangstalker then preceded me into the supermarket next door, and then featured" herself in at least one location for me to see her. I expected her to gangstalk me at the chocolate section, but she didn't. The perps like to drop these imagined scenarios into mind, and then not script them. Or, alternatively, they do script them, looking for some kind of neural energetic differences between the two possible outcomes using past similar scenarios.
1800h
I just had a 5 minute dinner break in the current practice of taking a tortilla leftover from the fridge and putting one single slice onto a dinner plate. This one slice and no reheating practice is the current allowed lunch and dinner diet and quantity. Not that I lost any weight with the new imposed diet, as I believe this too is a remotely controllable circumstance.
I was 180lb less when the perps overtly struck in 2002, and they bulked me up to 215lb immediately afterward, and now it is 195lb. (There were some medication changes at the time, but the body weight changes did not repeat when the medication changes repeated 8 months later. Medication changes are one of the most prominent ways in which the perps will introduce some form of cognitive, behavioral or morphic changes.) I am sure that 10 to 15lb less is achievable if I had the freedom to attain it, but the perps like me to be on the plump side to support their "gut strut" games. This is where they place obese gangstalkers for me to see, often many in serial fashion, or even as "friends", viewable together. Then they force me to look at my own stomach immediately afterward. This is more doable when I am seated as is the case when I am at the gym on the exercise equipment. In at least 50% of the gym situations that the dude/class mate I call "Ethnic Gut", being indeterminably ethnic and with a large paunch, was paraded in front of me to see, the perps then forced me to look and my own (much smaller) girth, as if doing a comparison. It would seem that the perps want to know the bioenergetics of what I loathe, specifically the Unfavored. I cannot bear the sight of obesity, and yet I get a constant parade of it while in public along with other members from the Unfavored demographic groups.
1845h
The saga of the beaming light games is continuing as I type these very words. This is where simulated reflections from adjacent buildings "happen" to beam into my apartment and also "happen" to flicker and stroboscope creating extra annoyance. Therefore, I pull the curtains and while this deals with the light penetration into this room, it does not stop the flickering games on the curtain. And should I re-organize my position to avoid the flicker, the perps will put it in my peripherial vison all the same as it is directly manipulatable. Last night, when going to bed for the second time, per above story, they put the flickering directly into my eyes with closed eyelids. And of course, they escalated the fuckery by making the light red colored, one of the more Unfavored colors.
I got my tattoo stalking today when out shopping earlier today. I had just finished paying the cashier at the checkout with my debit card (a high gangstalking moment, like any other financial transaction), and when walking the 15' to the door, I became aware of eyes looking at me, and it was the young woman at the flower shop counter, and when I looked, she had just averted her gaze and lo, if there wasn't an full arm display of disgusting tattoos in the dim light. I would seem that the perps are reverting to their familiar stunts; if something/body is Unfavored, then present it in dim light conditions in an attempt to somehow tease out the essential odious visual components. The recent spate of backlit dudes standing in the way of elevator egress is one example. Or else, have The Unfavored subject in close proximity (or behind, as if in a penubric etheric shadow) to an attractive blonde woman, or even, have the blonde herself wear the tattoos.
Yesterday's hard labor of picking daffodil bulbs was made worse at the perps forced a "forget" in having me not bring the kneeling pad. I was then compelled to either crouch or lean over, both of which positions were awarded extra back pain by the perps to render me physically thrashed by day's end.
The Red shirted dude of two days go "happened" to show up for bulb picking late in the day, an unrealistic scenario, and all the moreso as he is clearly a marginal worker. He was the only dude who "happened" to show up when the crew bus didn't (07-16-2008), and has pimped his red shirt from the outset, and has even gone shirtless to support my contention that there is a residual bioenergetic effect related to garment colors and fabric types. And if that contention is viable, it seems that the perps are looking for a three day old energetic effect that is detectable from at least 500', judging by his shirtlessness self when working in the latter part of yesterday. Then he later proceeded to "miss" the homebound crew bus that had to turn around to collect him after ten minutes of travel. It was a great excuse to double back on the same route and go through the strangely timed asphalt repaving job beginning on a late Friday afternoon (1700h). Regular readers will know that the perps have a total obsession over exposing me to petroleum products, and one of its derivatives, asphalt/bitumen. Bitumen is also a component of coal and it isn't too much of a surprise that my father was a coal geologist.
There were plenty of other gangstalking like moves among the field crew and other personnel, most which I won't get into detail unless it has a new and fascinationg aspect to it. In the morning marshalling area I noticed that they twice loaded a single one tonne (1,000kg) packaged block of 46-0-0 fertilizer on a fork lift, and then had the operator "happen" to get into a long chat with another worker while 10' from me. That "happening" once is suspicious, but twice in succession at the same location beggars belief. This was with the headlights of the crew bus trained on me, as "somehow" the driver "forgot" while sitting in his seat for an extended spell after the passengers had got off some five minutes earlier. Nearly all TI's report being spotlighted in some fashion, often with headlights that seem to be mis-aimed, and even track the victim's eyes. I call this "pit lamping", after the usually illegal hunting practice of arranging a bright light at night to attract game. I get so many pitlamping incidents a week that I rarely mention it. A reasonable estimate is 40 such events per week where there is an expressed intent beyond coincidence that the headlights are aimed at me. In Canada it is mandatory to have daytime headlights on, and so there is a considerable exposure to headlight lighting when I walk to the gym and back, 30 minutes in each direction.
The above Redshirt dude, as disruptive as he is, wasn't the weirdest crew member event yesterday; I arrived at the bus pickup location and there was only one other crew member who made sure to place his back toward me in typical gangstalker style, as well as putting on an unfriendly front. No problem, I see it all the time. After the bus arrival time shenanigans of this past week I was there early. Then, about the scheduled bus pickup time, this dude just plain walks away and the bus arrives two minutes later. Totally bizarre; here has (theoretically) readied himself at 0650h for a full day of bulb picking and he plain saunters off. I used to think the other scum circulating at the time of day were strange for similar reasons; after "waiting" at a bus stop for some ten minutes, they would walk away, as soon as their "vagrant buddies" would call for them from across the street. The bulb picker dude walking from the bus pickup location takes the cake for high strangeness of the entire bus passenger scene.
2115h
Another evening time tea break with chocolate is now over, and lo, if the perps didn't remind me that the towels needed to be laundered yet again in the attmept to rid them of the lint that "somehow" erupts from them, now three launderings later. Of course this is just an excuse, as I have never known towels to cast lint onto anything. The lint, and lint-like attacks are increasing, along with simulated conditions of birdshit spatter on the streets, and on the odd vehicles. the latter has erupted in the last month, and there is no way any birds would of made the mess in a concentrated 5' diameter patch as there is no overhead wires or other perch. I reckon there are at least 10 such birdshit spattering in the immediate two blocks.
I also notice that more of the laundry gets linted no matter what; out of the washing machine or out of the dryer, the perps are fully into placing lint on my clothes. Upon investigation I find it to be a simulated lint, as the small white pieces break up in my fingernails, the only way I can grasp these very small white spatterings. No fabric lint of any kind has this property. Add another new harassment method; lint-like spattering, though as noted above, it can be scaled up to simulate birdshit.
And I notice that the perps stole one pair of the underwear that they let me wear; this is the black acrylic kind they forced me to get last year when the last three pairs were all self-destructing at the waistband. I ordered five pairs, enough for a week, and with the onset of bulb picking activity, the assholes decided to steal one pair. This is after somehow changing the thread ends to be a brown color; along the waistband there are some loose threads from the stitching, and lo, if the perps didn't convert them to have a singed-like look to them that "somehow" discolored. Some underwear, and some company.
I don't think the underwear battles are by any means over, as the perps are constantly flipping the waistband and the hems on them as I wear them. I do wonder about these trends of underwearless celebrities and that it might be part of the entire remotely applied investigation into human color energetics interaction.
2325h
Time to call this one done for the day. I don't think there will be a post tomorrow.
I am feeling very tired after two back to back workdays in the sun, pulling daffodil bulbs. I sense that I will take tomorrow off, if not in the least for getting another pair of leather gloves after some asshole cut a hole in the left index finger. These gloves have been used for the last week, all four days and a hole "erupted" in the finger end. It was about 1/4" at the afternoon break, and was at least 1/2" when I returned. The perps are always sabotaging my clothing and belongings, and they decided they needed to peek inside by creating a hole in the end of one finger. And this served as the "reason" that I was getting jabbed in the finger tip all the time. But then again, I am also getting finger tip jabs on other fingers, including those with an uncomprised glove fingers. Regular readers will know that the perps can inflict any conceivable damage with their "action at a distance" technologies.
Next Day, 07-19-2008
1620h
Things got a little strange yesterday; I got tired, (read, imposed condition) and had the strangest circucmstances of a nap in all of my life. A four hour nap from 2000h to 2400h (midnight) on top of the bed, and when awakened at that time, I got yet another "wrong number" call on the phone. Then it was onto my dental hygeine time, undressing and back into the bed, and not on it. And over this time there was the dusk transition, the perps silly time of day. So it would seem that the assholes were testing me while sleeping on the bed over the dusk time, and then testing me in the bed for a sleep, and using the short transition period to script a phone call which can serve as bioenergetic interaction device (the telephone microphone), not to mention the auditory processing (listening and speaking), also of significant interest to the perps.
I have never had a four hour nap in my life when well, and that was a first, especially over the period preceding going to bed at the near-normal bedtime. That is two "never-befores", nap duration and nap timing so soon before normal bedtime.
And today, a stay-at-home day after yesterday's punishing back pain/discomfort (read, imposed), the perps scripted another nap, two hours this afternoon, followed by teatime with chocolate and then a read of the national weekend newspaper. And while both hands were tied up reading the paper, a train of motorcycle noise was put on for my benefit, repeating past timing of noise occurences. With two hands free I can plug my ears with my fingers and block out these horrendously loud noises of a kind that I don't want to hear, but not when reading a newspaper.
And it was interesting that yesterday was a full moon, not that I saw it, but it did fit the timing noted by another TI. There must be greater etheric energy at that time, which presumably serves the perp purposes as they introduce so many other electromagnetic and energetic objects in my proximity, gangstalkers in their lurid colors being one. I had a ridiculous orange colored poncho wearing female gangstalker on me at the LD store this morning, standing on guard at the chocolate section, and so instead I went to the checkout which has a view of the incoming and outgoing customers/gangstalkers. I got through the checkout in no time, as there wasn't anybody ahdead of me, and when I got out and to the street, there she was again, some 50' ahead of me. I was either blanked out so I couldn't "see her" (selective cognitive deletion) or else she was teleported. The latter is not uncommon, and the former is doable. When in the LD store they fucked with my vision/cognition so I could not "see", (visual cognition), the newspaper I was looking for when it was exactly in front of me. Nothing new there, as this specialized kind of neural fuckery has been going on since 2006.
The above poncho-ed gangstalker then preceded me into the supermarket next door, and then featured" herself in at least one location for me to see her. I expected her to gangstalk me at the chocolate section, but she didn't. The perps like to drop these imagined scenarios into mind, and then not script them. Or, alternatively, they do script them, looking for some kind of neural energetic differences between the two possible outcomes using past similar scenarios.
1800h
I just had a 5 minute dinner break in the current practice of taking a tortilla leftover from the fridge and putting one single slice onto a dinner plate. This one slice and no reheating practice is the current allowed lunch and dinner diet and quantity. Not that I lost any weight with the new imposed diet, as I believe this too is a remotely controllable circumstance.
I was 180lb less when the perps overtly struck in 2002, and they bulked me up to 215lb immediately afterward, and now it is 195lb. (There were some medication changes at the time, but the body weight changes did not repeat when the medication changes repeated 8 months later. Medication changes are one of the most prominent ways in which the perps will introduce some form of cognitive, behavioral or morphic changes.) I am sure that 10 to 15lb less is achievable if I had the freedom to attain it, but the perps like me to be on the plump side to support their "gut strut" games. This is where they place obese gangstalkers for me to see, often many in serial fashion, or even as "friends", viewable together. Then they force me to look at my own stomach immediately afterward. This is more doable when I am seated as is the case when I am at the gym on the exercise equipment. In at least 50% of the gym situations that the dude/class mate I call "Ethnic Gut", being indeterminably ethnic and with a large paunch, was paraded in front of me to see, the perps then forced me to look and my own (much smaller) girth, as if doing a comparison. It would seem that the perps want to know the bioenergetics of what I loathe, specifically the Unfavored. I cannot bear the sight of obesity, and yet I get a constant parade of it while in public along with other members from the Unfavored demographic groups.
1845h
The saga of the beaming light games is continuing as I type these very words. This is where simulated reflections from adjacent buildings "happen" to beam into my apartment and also "happen" to flicker and stroboscope creating extra annoyance. Therefore, I pull the curtains and while this deals with the light penetration into this room, it does not stop the flickering games on the curtain. And should I re-organize my position to avoid the flicker, the perps will put it in my peripherial vison all the same as it is directly manipulatable. Last night, when going to bed for the second time, per above story, they put the flickering directly into my eyes with closed eyelids. And of course, they escalated the fuckery by making the light red colored, one of the more Unfavored colors.
I got my tattoo stalking today when out shopping earlier today. I had just finished paying the cashier at the checkout with my debit card (a high gangstalking moment, like any other financial transaction), and when walking the 15' to the door, I became aware of eyes looking at me, and it was the young woman at the flower shop counter, and when I looked, she had just averted her gaze and lo, if there wasn't an full arm display of disgusting tattoos in the dim light. I would seem that the perps are reverting to their familiar stunts; if something/body is Unfavored, then present it in dim light conditions in an attempt to somehow tease out the essential odious visual components. The recent spate of backlit dudes standing in the way of elevator egress is one example. Or else, have The Unfavored subject in close proximity (or behind, as if in a penubric etheric shadow) to an attractive blonde woman, or even, have the blonde herself wear the tattoos.
Yesterday's hard labor of picking daffodil bulbs was made worse at the perps forced a "forget" in having me not bring the kneeling pad. I was then compelled to either crouch or lean over, both of which positions were awarded extra back pain by the perps to render me physically thrashed by day's end.
The Red shirted dude of two days go "happened" to show up for bulb picking late in the day, an unrealistic scenario, and all the moreso as he is clearly a marginal worker. He was the only dude who "happened" to show up when the crew bus didn't (07-16-2008), and has pimped his red shirt from the outset, and has even gone shirtless to support my contention that there is a residual bioenergetic effect related to garment colors and fabric types. And if that contention is viable, it seems that the perps are looking for a three day old energetic effect that is detectable from at least 500', judging by his shirtlessness self when working in the latter part of yesterday. Then he later proceeded to "miss" the homebound crew bus that had to turn around to collect him after ten minutes of travel. It was a great excuse to double back on the same route and go through the strangely timed asphalt repaving job beginning on a late Friday afternoon (1700h). Regular readers will know that the perps have a total obsession over exposing me to petroleum products, and one of its derivatives, asphalt/bitumen. Bitumen is also a component of coal and it isn't too much of a surprise that my father was a coal geologist.
There were plenty of other gangstalking like moves among the field crew and other personnel, most which I won't get into detail unless it has a new and fascinationg aspect to it. In the morning marshalling area I noticed that they twice loaded a single one tonne (1,000kg) packaged block of 46-0-0 fertilizer on a fork lift, and then had the operator "happen" to get into a long chat with another worker while 10' from me. That "happening" once is suspicious, but twice in succession at the same location beggars belief. This was with the headlights of the crew bus trained on me, as "somehow" the driver "forgot" while sitting in his seat for an extended spell after the passengers had got off some five minutes earlier. Nearly all TI's report being spotlighted in some fashion, often with headlights that seem to be mis-aimed, and even track the victim's eyes. I call this "pit lamping", after the usually illegal hunting practice of arranging a bright light at night to attract game. I get so many pitlamping incidents a week that I rarely mention it. A reasonable estimate is 40 such events per week where there is an expressed intent beyond coincidence that the headlights are aimed at me. In Canada it is mandatory to have daytime headlights on, and so there is a considerable exposure to headlight lighting when I walk to the gym and back, 30 minutes in each direction.
The above Redshirt dude, as disruptive as he is, wasn't the weirdest crew member event yesterday; I arrived at the bus pickup location and there was only one other crew member who made sure to place his back toward me in typical gangstalker style, as well as putting on an unfriendly front. No problem, I see it all the time. After the bus arrival time shenanigans of this past week I was there early. Then, about the scheduled bus pickup time, this dude just plain walks away and the bus arrives two minutes later. Totally bizarre; here has (theoretically) readied himself at 0650h for a full day of bulb picking and he plain saunters off. I used to think the other scum circulating at the time of day were strange for similar reasons; after "waiting" at a bus stop for some ten minutes, they would walk away, as soon as their "vagrant buddies" would call for them from across the street. The bulb picker dude walking from the bus pickup location takes the cake for high strangeness of the entire bus passenger scene.
2115h
Another evening time tea break with chocolate is now over, and lo, if the perps didn't remind me that the towels needed to be laundered yet again in the attmept to rid them of the lint that "somehow" erupts from them, now three launderings later. Of course this is just an excuse, as I have never known towels to cast lint onto anything. The lint, and lint-like attacks are increasing, along with simulated conditions of birdshit spatter on the streets, and on the odd vehicles. the latter has erupted in the last month, and there is no way any birds would of made the mess in a concentrated 5' diameter patch as there is no overhead wires or other perch. I reckon there are at least 10 such birdshit spattering in the immediate two blocks.
I also notice that more of the laundry gets linted no matter what; out of the washing machine or out of the dryer, the perps are fully into placing lint on my clothes. Upon investigation I find it to be a simulated lint, as the small white pieces break up in my fingernails, the only way I can grasp these very small white spatterings. No fabric lint of any kind has this property. Add another new harassment method; lint-like spattering, though as noted above, it can be scaled up to simulate birdshit.
And I notice that the perps stole one pair of the underwear that they let me wear; this is the black acrylic kind they forced me to get last year when the last three pairs were all self-destructing at the waistband. I ordered five pairs, enough for a week, and with the onset of bulb picking activity, the assholes decided to steal one pair. This is after somehow changing the thread ends to be a brown color; along the waistband there are some loose threads from the stitching, and lo, if the perps didn't convert them to have a singed-like look to them that "somehow" discolored. Some underwear, and some company.
I don't think the underwear battles are by any means over, as the perps are constantly flipping the waistband and the hems on them as I wear them. I do wonder about these trends of underwearless celebrities and that it might be part of the entire remotely applied investigation into human color energetics interaction.
2325h
Time to call this one done for the day. I don't think there will be a post tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Four Hour Sleep
1245h
My usual short Monday night sleep record was kept intact by the perps keping me awake in bed in attempting to go to sleep, and then an inordinantly early getup time of 0700h. I reckon I had four hours of sleep. The usual parade of noisy vehicles was scripted while awake, for the hour before getting up. As soon as I got to the window and opened the curtain, why all the "traffic noise" suddenly abated and there was just the odd sedan. Nothing new there, and the likely scenario is that the traffic noise was projected and artificial, and then when the deemed causal source is investigated, then no more noise as it is patently absurd to have that much passing by at 0700h, and to have it that loud six stories up.
There were some strange dreams added into the nightime mix, nothing too dramatic or perturbing thankfully. The earlier than usual awakening has given me plenty of early online time this morning, and it fits the progression of some of my regular news and blog reading to be slowly shifted from evening time to post noon. There are certain categories of news, e.g. cinema, that were only read at the evening time going back a few months, and of late there has been plenty of morning time where this last resort of news and blogs reading has progressively been "happening" earlier each day. Not a big deal for me, just a note of the very careful goings on in this scripted life.
My perps let me in on why they are so cranked up about the dusk onset, and pull all manner of stunts then to test me all the more. This is the period at which one's vision shifts from the use of cones (see in color and detail), to predominantly rods (more light sensitive). Anyhow, it is not a big deal to me, but ask the perps and you will get a different response.
This is a Tuesday, and is my gym day, scheduled for 1430h, and when I walk a half hour to the recreation center with huge swarms of gangstalking vehicles around me, always color coordinated. There have been plenty of pictures of this in past blogs, and now it "so happens" that I "forget" to take my camera each time. Which suggests it was really only for the perps, as it seems they can co-opt cameras for their own remote energy assay purposes, even if switched off in my pocket.
The all-quiet order has gone out for abating noise, save the odd selected one added into the mix and usually timed with select, cut, paste, link and other Windows commands. I see that the perps are getting ready for more concrete pouring within my view, some 400' away, and appear to be working on getting better distance dependent readings of me and whatever energetic interaction I have with concrete. And it seems that having roads and other concrete surfaces left unused is a big deal, hence games like the library strike in town, going on for at least three weeks now. The intersection where the perps poured new sidewalks, paved and patched with asphalt, Fort and Lee streets for locals, is usually arranged to have six or more gangstalkers arranged around me each time I am returning from gym. Before completion of this street works project on my walking beat, the perps had plenty of extra "workers" standing around this intersection, and one even assigned to sit down on the concrete sidewalk while the ashpalt workers were busy all around her. It is simply amazing the degree of careful planning that goes on in scripting my life, only outdone by the need to be surrepticious and furtive. Why can't they come out of the closet? This is a question all TI's have, and there is no specific reason except the generality that whatever the objective is must be so important that they will forgo any efficiency and conduct themselves covertly instead, even if the cost and project duration is at least two orders of magnitude greater.
Now the noise has started up; the faux neighbor water usage in ons and offs, sirens, heavy duty vehicles and brake squealing. In concert, the perps have dried out my mouth, something they often do, as it seems that this facet of the brain cannot be understood in energetic terms. Hence the operatives with their mouths hanging open, eating food, moving their tongue around in their mouth, chewing gum, spitting, or otherwise displaying their mouth contents. This is the "open mouthing" habit/method, and it is near universal for those operatives that are most proximate, say, 10' or so.
1650h
I am back from gym, and have finished my tea and chocolate, always a big event for the perps in their "browning around". I had the usual color coordinated 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles and at least forty parties of ambulatory gangstalkers there and back, when half that was "normal". The perps were big on orange colored gangstalkers, on the street, and two buzzing around me in the gym. The gym class was a three freak event; Fatboy, Ethnic Gut and New Bald were featuring themselves in about equal measure, meaning that anytime I looked up or around, they were planted in my vision. There were some other freaks there as too; the Regular Granny, the Down's Syndrome person and another skinhead. Of that group, Ethnic Gut and Regular Granny were on me again when I exited and was headed out. More of the gangstalkers are reprising outside, and then loitering around me when inside the gym. Fatboy was on lead-ahead gangstalk mode when I was headed to the gym for the last block. Yet another designed coincidence.
More gym gangstalkers are wearing their outside clothing inside; these Goretex anoraks and cycling jackets are still being worn when the fucker is circulating around me. And more of the fuckers are going out of their way to come by closer rather than taking the shorter route. Other games were putting on at least two gangstalkers to stare at me for no reason. And the perps kept me off the treadmill, whacking my hands for no reason except to be abusive, and the routine is that I bail on the exercise when that fuckery is applied to me. There was at least one dude parading around in his orange shirt; I couldn't quite figure out why he was acting so spaced out after having done some exercise just before. It seems that the rare energetic gangstalker also likes to strut around and do nothing at specific intervals. All part of the deal, only about 20% of them are actually doing anything at any one moment, the rest are in transit or standing around. Nothing new there since the harassment started, as I have never seen anything like it before, and I worked out in many gyms in Everett, Seattle, New York even, and other locations.
And lo, if the above mentioned Fort and Lee street intersection wasn't the site of more street works, which must be the fourth or fifth time that they have "reworked" their maintenance and upgrade of the sidewalk, crosswalk, adjacent asphalt, and on-demand pedestrian traffic control. The dudes were cutting the asphalt with a specialized cutting device, and shut it down as soon as I was proximate, and then the dude followed me with the asphalt cutter and its leading rotary blade, and then "needed" to cross the street with it, even if he hadn't finished his task at the first location. And the setup was that he shouted out to his (purported) buddy across the street and the perps managed me to jump in reaction to hearing this from close behind me when I did not expect it. And I don't jump much as I am quite familiar with all the ongoing fuckery, but the perps managed my "reaction" again, a stunt that is becoming of increasing use. Two weeks ago they used a kid to scream for no reason some 3' behind me, and again fucked me into a shocked "reaction" with a turn around to see what the source of the noise was.
On this particular project, the perps have put in new sidewalk at each corner, about 80' total, and have paved at least three times, maybe more. They even repaved over their paving, lifting up about a 2" depth and repaved this as a patch, all for no discernable reason as far as I could tell. So here they are, cutting up the asphalt, and then chasing me with the asphalt cutter. This stunt has been done before, where they walked past with the concrete cutter on their way to the work that had been completed. This project does not include the adjacent house they tore down, and having left it for at least two months, they put the excavator on today, that big yellow mass behind the green steel mest fence.
And as predicted above, the perps put on at least 10 ambulatory gangstalkers around me when I crossed the Fort and Lee intersection. This seems to be the one where they have invested the most gangstalking of all the three public works projects that "erupted" on my walk to the OB Rec. Center for gym. They even put on a wretched cyclist gangstalker, riding on the sidewalk when there was a cycle lane. Can we get any more fucking obvious than this?
And at my end of town where there is still a block long public works project in progress, seen in some of the pictures, and also augmented with pointless ashphalt patching as well, the perps have poured some more concrete for the new sidewalks, which is something they wanted me to see between the gangstalking vagrant parties they put on for the last half block. Not only were they vagrants, but also native Indians with large guts, another case of "gutstalking", with brown skin. As an accompaniment, they also put on a young attractive woman in a goofy brown hat and a light brown jacket as a seeming reference for "aura" or what ever is the reason the perps interleave the Favored (she) and the Unfavored (vagrants, brown skin (brown anything)). And to add to the moment, they also put on siren noise, and followed up with more once I got to my apartment.
And I notice that the perps are putting on more large excavation equipment around me, or other large mass vehicle. Yesterday at the lumber yard they had a forklift with a load of cedar fence sections on it and ran it past me. Today, they put on a huge Caterpillar loader for loading up the steel mesh fence for separating the street works project some 20' away. They could of used a pickup truck, but no, they had this large logging-like loader with forks mounted on it rather than a bucket. As mentioned above, they also had an excavator working behind a steel mesh fence on my outing. All were yellow colored, and I am sure this was part of the arrangement; attempting to tease out my neural yellow responses with a high mass yellow painted vehicle.
And speaking of responses and testing; the perps were flashing a red plasma beam at me as I was walking toward Fort and Lee intersection, the above mentioned locus of perp excitement over their asphalt and concrete construction. The plasma beam stayed about 4' in front of me and was pulsing about every two seconds and it did not matter where I looked, it was in the same place in my central vision. This is not the first time this has happened at this location, but it is getting fucking tedious.
Time for some unsubstantiated news, but making some very curious assertions. The author claims that the Rwanda genocide event of 1994 was directed by US military mind control aircraft, and even has some pictures of them. Then he further suggests that the same kind of activity is going on in Bagdad, particularly the looting of the antiquities. While speculative, it is interesting in that it seems to fit a pattern that I have noticed, that there are too many odd events going on that defy rational explanation.
2100h
The aspiring fim project took a new turn tonight; she came by to lay the task on me, something I thought was going to happen, as why would she write me a script and no one else? This project is detailing the lives of the residents of this Chelsea Apartments, in a fashion that Warhol did in the Chelsea in New York City. I have to pull a 10 minute script together for next week.
She did purchase the book titled the Air Loom Gang, one that I promote on the panel to the right, as it refers to organized harassment over 200 years ago, a little more on the blatant side as the regular harassors used a loom part that they directed toward their victim, James Tilley Mathews. An excerpt from the book is at this site. The concept is that I develop a script which draws from the Potemkin Village metaphor, the Air Loom Gang and my own experiences.
And while talking to her the perps were doing something horrid to me, making me feel "floaty" which means they were de-energizing my temporal lobes again. I cannot count the number of times they have done this to me, and they appear to want to do this in more critical situations for them. And for the the ten minutes she was here, they sucked the moisture out of my mouth and also added some kind of off-flavor too. Just another day dealing with the sickos.
2235h
I made some updates to the template and added some more TI stories, one being a dairy. It is unbelievable what the perps are doing to Matti Koski in Finland, and Canada before that, and it has gone on since 1979. All the while I was adding his sites to my template the perps were pounding the floor/ceiling overhead by dint of some fuckery, as it is 10" of concrete. And they were adding in street shouting and hallway sourced clunking sounds as if it were noisey locks and door closures. This is common; reading other TI's blogs or stories will always get me noisestalked in some way, and usually multiple sources.
Time to blog off for the day, and call this one done. Maybe I will get some sleep tonight, and I seemed to have not missed any sleep on account of last night's jerkaround.
My usual short Monday night sleep record was kept intact by the perps keping me awake in bed in attempting to go to sleep, and then an inordinantly early getup time of 0700h. I reckon I had four hours of sleep. The usual parade of noisy vehicles was scripted while awake, for the hour before getting up. As soon as I got to the window and opened the curtain, why all the "traffic noise" suddenly abated and there was just the odd sedan. Nothing new there, and the likely scenario is that the traffic noise was projected and artificial, and then when the deemed causal source is investigated, then no more noise as it is patently absurd to have that much passing by at 0700h, and to have it that loud six stories up.
There were some strange dreams added into the nightime mix, nothing too dramatic or perturbing thankfully. The earlier than usual awakening has given me plenty of early online time this morning, and it fits the progression of some of my regular news and blog reading to be slowly shifted from evening time to post noon. There are certain categories of news, e.g. cinema, that were only read at the evening time going back a few months, and of late there has been plenty of morning time where this last resort of news and blogs reading has progressively been "happening" earlier each day. Not a big deal for me, just a note of the very careful goings on in this scripted life.
My perps let me in on why they are so cranked up about the dusk onset, and pull all manner of stunts then to test me all the more. This is the period at which one's vision shifts from the use of cones (see in color and detail), to predominantly rods (more light sensitive). Anyhow, it is not a big deal to me, but ask the perps and you will get a different response.
This is a Tuesday, and is my gym day, scheduled for 1430h, and when I walk a half hour to the recreation center with huge swarms of gangstalking vehicles around me, always color coordinated. There have been plenty of pictures of this in past blogs, and now it "so happens" that I "forget" to take my camera each time. Which suggests it was really only for the perps, as it seems they can co-opt cameras for their own remote energy assay purposes, even if switched off in my pocket.
The all-quiet order has gone out for abating noise, save the odd selected one added into the mix and usually timed with select, cut, paste, link and other Windows commands. I see that the perps are getting ready for more concrete pouring within my view, some 400' away, and appear to be working on getting better distance dependent readings of me and whatever energetic interaction I have with concrete. And it seems that having roads and other concrete surfaces left unused is a big deal, hence games like the library strike in town, going on for at least three weeks now. The intersection where the perps poured new sidewalks, paved and patched with asphalt, Fort and Lee streets for locals, is usually arranged to have six or more gangstalkers arranged around me each time I am returning from gym. Before completion of this street works project on my walking beat, the perps had plenty of extra "workers" standing around this intersection, and one even assigned to sit down on the concrete sidewalk while the ashpalt workers were busy all around her. It is simply amazing the degree of careful planning that goes on in scripting my life, only outdone by the need to be surrepticious and furtive. Why can't they come out of the closet? This is a question all TI's have, and there is no specific reason except the generality that whatever the objective is must be so important that they will forgo any efficiency and conduct themselves covertly instead, even if the cost and project duration is at least two orders of magnitude greater.
Now the noise has started up; the faux neighbor water usage in ons and offs, sirens, heavy duty vehicles and brake squealing. In concert, the perps have dried out my mouth, something they often do, as it seems that this facet of the brain cannot be understood in energetic terms. Hence the operatives with their mouths hanging open, eating food, moving their tongue around in their mouth, chewing gum, spitting, or otherwise displaying their mouth contents. This is the "open mouthing" habit/method, and it is near universal for those operatives that are most proximate, say, 10' or so.
1650h
I am back from gym, and have finished my tea and chocolate, always a big event for the perps in their "browning around". I had the usual color coordinated 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles and at least forty parties of ambulatory gangstalkers there and back, when half that was "normal". The perps were big on orange colored gangstalkers, on the street, and two buzzing around me in the gym. The gym class was a three freak event; Fatboy, Ethnic Gut and New Bald were featuring themselves in about equal measure, meaning that anytime I looked up or around, they were planted in my vision. There were some other freaks there as too; the Regular Granny, the Down's Syndrome person and another skinhead. Of that group, Ethnic Gut and Regular Granny were on me again when I exited and was headed out. More of the gangstalkers are reprising outside, and then loitering around me when inside the gym. Fatboy was on lead-ahead gangstalk mode when I was headed to the gym for the last block. Yet another designed coincidence.
More gym gangstalkers are wearing their outside clothing inside; these Goretex anoraks and cycling jackets are still being worn when the fucker is circulating around me. And more of the fuckers are going out of their way to come by closer rather than taking the shorter route. Other games were putting on at least two gangstalkers to stare at me for no reason. And the perps kept me off the treadmill, whacking my hands for no reason except to be abusive, and the routine is that I bail on the exercise when that fuckery is applied to me. There was at least one dude parading around in his orange shirt; I couldn't quite figure out why he was acting so spaced out after having done some exercise just before. It seems that the rare energetic gangstalker also likes to strut around and do nothing at specific intervals. All part of the deal, only about 20% of them are actually doing anything at any one moment, the rest are in transit or standing around. Nothing new there since the harassment started, as I have never seen anything like it before, and I worked out in many gyms in Everett, Seattle, New York even, and other locations.
And lo, if the above mentioned Fort and Lee street intersection wasn't the site of more street works, which must be the fourth or fifth time that they have "reworked" their maintenance and upgrade of the sidewalk, crosswalk, adjacent asphalt, and on-demand pedestrian traffic control. The dudes were cutting the asphalt with a specialized cutting device, and shut it down as soon as I was proximate, and then the dude followed me with the asphalt cutter and its leading rotary blade, and then "needed" to cross the street with it, even if he hadn't finished his task at the first location. And the setup was that he shouted out to his (purported) buddy across the street and the perps managed me to jump in reaction to hearing this from close behind me when I did not expect it. And I don't jump much as I am quite familiar with all the ongoing fuckery, but the perps managed my "reaction" again, a stunt that is becoming of increasing use. Two weeks ago they used a kid to scream for no reason some 3' behind me, and again fucked me into a shocked "reaction" with a turn around to see what the source of the noise was.
On this particular project, the perps have put in new sidewalk at each corner, about 80' total, and have paved at least three times, maybe more. They even repaved over their paving, lifting up about a 2" depth and repaved this as a patch, all for no discernable reason as far as I could tell. So here they are, cutting up the asphalt, and then chasing me with the asphalt cutter. This stunt has been done before, where they walked past with the concrete cutter on their way to the work that had been completed. This project does not include the adjacent house they tore down, and having left it for at least two months, they put the excavator on today, that big yellow mass behind the green steel mest fence.
And as predicted above, the perps put on at least 10 ambulatory gangstalkers around me when I crossed the Fort and Lee intersection. This seems to be the one where they have invested the most gangstalking of all the three public works projects that "erupted" on my walk to the OB Rec. Center for gym. They even put on a wretched cyclist gangstalker, riding on the sidewalk when there was a cycle lane. Can we get any more fucking obvious than this?
And at my end of town where there is still a block long public works project in progress, seen in some of the pictures, and also augmented with pointless ashphalt patching as well, the perps have poured some more concrete for the new sidewalks, which is something they wanted me to see between the gangstalking vagrant parties they put on for the last half block. Not only were they vagrants, but also native Indians with large guts, another case of "gutstalking", with brown skin. As an accompaniment, they also put on a young attractive woman in a goofy brown hat and a light brown jacket as a seeming reference for "aura" or what ever is the reason the perps interleave the Favored (she) and the Unfavored (vagrants, brown skin (brown anything)). And to add to the moment, they also put on siren noise, and followed up with more once I got to my apartment.
And I notice that the perps are putting on more large excavation equipment around me, or other large mass vehicle. Yesterday at the lumber yard they had a forklift with a load of cedar fence sections on it and ran it past me. Today, they put on a huge Caterpillar loader for loading up the steel mesh fence for separating the street works project some 20' away. They could of used a pickup truck, but no, they had this large logging-like loader with forks mounted on it rather than a bucket. As mentioned above, they also had an excavator working behind a steel mesh fence on my outing. All were yellow colored, and I am sure this was part of the arrangement; attempting to tease out my neural yellow responses with a high mass yellow painted vehicle.
And speaking of responses and testing; the perps were flashing a red plasma beam at me as I was walking toward Fort and Lee intersection, the above mentioned locus of perp excitement over their asphalt and concrete construction. The plasma beam stayed about 4' in front of me and was pulsing about every two seconds and it did not matter where I looked, it was in the same place in my central vision. This is not the first time this has happened at this location, but it is getting fucking tedious.
Time for some unsubstantiated news, but making some very curious assertions. The author claims that the Rwanda genocide event of 1994 was directed by US military mind control aircraft, and even has some pictures of them. Then he further suggests that the same kind of activity is going on in Bagdad, particularly the looting of the antiquities. While speculative, it is interesting in that it seems to fit a pattern that I have noticed, that there are too many odd events going on that defy rational explanation.
2100h
The aspiring fim project took a new turn tonight; she came by to lay the task on me, something I thought was going to happen, as why would she write me a script and no one else? This project is detailing the lives of the residents of this Chelsea Apartments, in a fashion that Warhol did in the Chelsea in New York City. I have to pull a 10 minute script together for next week.
She did purchase the book titled the Air Loom Gang, one that I promote on the panel to the right, as it refers to organized harassment over 200 years ago, a little more on the blatant side as the regular harassors used a loom part that they directed toward their victim, James Tilley Mathews. An excerpt from the book is at this site. The concept is that I develop a script which draws from the Potemkin Village metaphor, the Air Loom Gang and my own experiences.
And while talking to her the perps were doing something horrid to me, making me feel "floaty" which means they were de-energizing my temporal lobes again. I cannot count the number of times they have done this to me, and they appear to want to do this in more critical situations for them. And for the the ten minutes she was here, they sucked the moisture out of my mouth and also added some kind of off-flavor too. Just another day dealing with the sickos.
2235h
I made some updates to the template and added some more TI stories, one being a dairy. It is unbelievable what the perps are doing to Matti Koski in Finland, and Canada before that, and it has gone on since 1979. All the while I was adding his sites to my template the perps were pounding the floor/ceiling overhead by dint of some fuckery, as it is 10" of concrete. And they were adding in street shouting and hallway sourced clunking sounds as if it were noisey locks and door closures. This is common; reading other TI's blogs or stories will always get me noisestalked in some way, and usually multiple sources.
Time to blog off for the day, and call this one done. Maybe I will get some sleep tonight, and I seemed to have not missed any sleep on account of last night's jerkaround.
Monday, November 19, 2007
The Pounding From Outside
1215h
A home renovation type noise has begun in this region of the city where most of the buildings are concrete. And the same noise also "erupted" while at my parent's place this morning, though there is no evidence of anyone nearby undertaking renovations. Its that box hammering noise; as if someone were beating on a box with a hammer to ccreated extra noise decay time and associated vibration of it and the air. Nothing new in the strategy, as it has "happened" in every location I have lived at for the past 5.5 years.
I got two simultaneous cold sores overnight, one at each corner of my mouth, and an additional lession below my lip on the right side which erupted in the past two nights. This is near identical to the "lesion show" I got ahead of driving my parents on the one week outing to the interior areas of British Columbia, blogged in mid September. I wonder if anything big is planned as another "coincidence", or if this is just another incursion to add "color" to my face. I am also have at least three gum lesions inside my mouth, two more "erupting" after I saw the dentist last week. I nearly always get one gum lesion ahead of a dentist visit, a reason for her to be called in to look after the hygenist has scraped my teeth clean. Something must be up for this lesion attack, both inside and outside of my mouth, simultaneously.
I also get small zit attacks on my neck, chest and shoulder areas. I can only assume these are also "color swatches" for the perps to get more color referencing data in close, all related to their remote assays of my bioenergetic being, what I sense that they are up to, including the constant placement of gangstalkers around me.
It was the usual bleak parental gangstalking yesterday evening; they coordinate their leg movements, crossing and uncrossing their legs at the same time, but without looking at each other while watching TV, me between them, about 4' from each. As an additional part of the show, they also coordinated their head scratching at the same time, all to serve the hilarity of the situation. Though, I get plenty of this on the street from ambulatory gangstalkers, even while on open-mouthing duty at the same time. Fucking absurd, and the big game continues as if it isn't happening.
The unbidden jaw and mouth noises are increasing of late, and are often timed to any thoughts that appear to be uncontrolled or not planted by the perps on their mind-fuck and mind-pollute games. I got the full vehicular gangstalking when driving my parent's vehicle, with my mother as a passenger, downtown to my place. First six silver-grey vehicles, then five white vehicles clustered around me, and then after some five minutest they added a light tan metallic brown vehicle between the white vehicles as if it needs this color reference to travel with me. Later, the red colored vehicles were added into the mix, and with an accompanying silver grey vehicle. Freaking tiresome as it was predictable. I reckon at least 500 vehicles were on for this 20 minute city trip, and at least that again in parked vehicles in the two shopping centers that we passed by.
The weather is mild and grey; it has not rained yet, but that could change if I head out to the grocery store, even if a 3 minute walk, if the example of two days ago is invoked.
The overhead rumbling is now coordinated with my vocalizations, this time over typo sabotage.
1400h
The metal bashing noise is continuing, having started up before I made lunch, and has been sporadic since then. It would seem that the perps are attempting more before and after meal energetics correlations. Regular readers will know that being noisestalked gets worst just before a meal. When I was first harassed, and didn't have any idea as to what it was about, but the mealtimes, and the food interaction was one of few predictable events that the perps would harass me over and I could not figure it out as to why there was such a huge effort devoted to what I would eat. The grocery store visitations were also a big gangstalking event. Those were the days of being less mind controlled (2003), and on occasion I could make a snap decision while driving and arrive ahead of the perps at the store. But they must of had a roving passenger van close by, as at least 20 of them entered the grocery store within minutes, with a handler at the door, and they dispersed throughout the store to gangstalk me at my intended acquisition product locations.
Now, there is no contest; my every breath and footstep are planned, as well as any eye contact or verbal exchange with the cashiers. Controlling my gaze is also important for the perps; they like me to take extra looks at someone who is "featured", usually drawn from the unfavored demographic groups they have defined for me, and often in some color clashing outfit, e.g. red and orange, red and fushia. It could well be that the featured gangstalkers are morphovers of those who I know, and there is often something reminiscent about them; same posture, countenance etc. though of a different build and facial structure. There is something the perps expect to gain when I look at one of their planted perps, and if it is the same person with a totally different appearence, then they could detect some kind of other energies that are unrelated to how they look, but are more intrinsic and fundamental to the human experience. Just my take on what is going on, but more than once I have had someone deliberately step where I was about to, and they are staring at me for whatever reason, when I should be doing this, as they provoked the situation in the first place.
1610h
I am getting an annoying yellowish light coming in the main window, and because of it, or as part of this harassment schtick, I am getting perturbed by it. When I had my vehicle and went hiking, the perps would sometimes arrange a brownish colored light which had the same effect; stealthily annoying.
1850h
I got a jab in the back of my leg when looking out the window to see some red Christmas light reflections in an lighted office. These leg jabs are invariably when I am standing in the kitchen and are also timed for when I am handling brown tortillas and olive oil, two of the perps study obsessions, though there are many.
Earlier I went to the grocery store for a 10 minute roundtrip; I got the granny in a carmine red anorak in the elevator again, this time she prededed me out the elevator door and then stood exactly where the blonde woman did two days ago; at the full height glass window, looking out, with me passing in front of her once I exited from the doors. Funny how they repeat their moves, and it could well of been the same gangstalker, as I contend they can morph, or shape shift with relative rapidity.
It was "men's day" at the grocery store again; the shiftless fucks who loiter around in significant number, and keep coming back to "visit" me elsewhere in the store. One Asian dude in green made five reprise gangstalkings, the last one outside in his vehicle, and another was on me at least three differing store or street locations. I got the "gut stalk", some protruding guts slung from males on "just stand there" duty, and as usual, I couldn't wait to get out of there, as there were at least one at every aisle end, never mind the stocking carts in place with the usual pile of brown boxes. The gangstalkers are definitely getting more intense, and cannot leave me for more that 10 seconds when shopping.
Then when approaching my apartment building from outside, some 8' away, I noticed a man standing and facing the elevators, in the normal waiting position. Then, just when I was getting my key from my pocket, he turns around and heads out the front door, providing me "door service", the common perp game where they act graciously and hold the door open for me. Here was someone who changed the entire objective and direction of what they were doing, and "somehow" timed it exactly when I was close to the door and benefit from their "generousity". And, like the dude behind me at the checkout, he had the red coffee cup in hand, a signature perp move to have a portable brown color reference with him, aka, the Coffee Corps. Bizarre, someone who was intending to go up to his apartment who suddenly spins around to head out instead, and timed to perfection as always.
And while I was waiting for the elevator, which now takes longer as one has been shut down for no apparent reason for over five days now, a blue and white varsity jacket dressed chinless blonde male gangstalker arrived with his Japanese mandarin oranges, a Christmas time tradition of sorts in this region. They are easily peelable oranges, and having a boxful of them, at least 10 pounds, would of been a very useful orange color reference. And I do get orange peels on the street sometimes, another never before public habit that has erupted in recent years.
When the elevator did finally arrive, a corded haired woman with nice big doe eyes emerged, and true to typical perp form, walked between me and my blonde male gangstalker, giving out a "hi" for whatever reason, as I have never seen her before. This is another case of having someone attractive with something unattractive, in this case the fugly corded hair, brown colored. It was last week when the perps put on this same fugly hairstyle on a male gangstalker that "happened" to be in front of us. I reckon the perps wanted to compare my mother's reaction and mine at the same time to this disgusting hairstyle. This hairstyle isn't very common thankfully, but it does show how deep and detailed the perps are going to stimulate my neural reactions to observe something I don't care for.
Last night, Super Size Me, the documentary on a fellow who eats at McDonalds for a whole month, all meals was on the Canadian TV channels. I hadn't seen it before, and it was interesting. When the film showed him getting his physical from the doctor, with his shirt off, at the moment his nipple was shown the perps gave me this sustained jab and pain in my ankle for a few minutes. He gained over 20 pounds in this exercise, and there was side profiles of how his gut had grown, and I am sure this was also of great interest for the perps to show me, as they feature male guts hanging out on their gangstalkers nearly every day that I go out, even at the gym.
And my life has become more vibration prone; the overhead sliding glass door rumbling nonsense, that moves around to be overhead, is now accompanied by a rattling noise from inside my apartment. I also noticed my parent's vehicle has at least three additional vibration sources since I drove it last week.
It was the usual First Feral Family gangstalking night, my parents and I, at their place watching Sunday night TV in the living room. They did their coordinated leg crossing and uncrossing as usual, and they weren't looking at each other to time this, so they must of been getting some direction from a unified control. Then, to add the to theatre (of the absurd), they both scratched their heads at the same time, more than once. My father did his usual shoe, sock and feet feeling games for the perps. And he did a wander off, and encircled me from elsewhere in the house. His act has him with Alzheimer's, though regular readers will know that I don't buy it one bit. Funny that my mother doesn't worry what he does on his disappearences, as they can go on for over half an hour.
1940h
Another apartment intrusion; an Asian couple on a cell phone "wandered in" while I had my earmuffs on, and at the same time, the perps froze me so I couldn't react and say something before they backed up. Nobody makes those kinds of mistakes, and not twice in two months. It is time to lock the door as a routine action now, though if they really wanted to repeat this at a later time, they could easily screw me out of my habits.
I have just finished reading Katharina Wilson's Alien Jigsaw, and it covers the mind control research imperative from the abduction perspective. It seems to be both sides of the same coin; sustained mind control research is called harassment, and infrequent short term research at a remote facility is called abduction. That is a gross oversimplification as the reality is that there is much more complexity than that, and there are many more objectives beside mind control. The perps are only months away from 100% mind control capability, going by the rarer noisestalking events related to my thoughts or images.
Katarina Wilson's treatise. Project Open Mind, on the abduction mind control connection is at this link. The bottom line is that none of us victims, from either camp, can take any evidence to the police and have them act on it. It is fucking criminal and depraved, either way one cuts it. Worse yet, it seems that there are competing black operations that attempt to shake down the other's abductees/victims. Her conclusion is that the alien and military arms of the perps (my term) are connected, and that there appears to be competing interests. As far as I know, I have never had any "protection" as did a famed black operations research scientist, Thomas Townsend Brown. I wonder how the competing black operations cannot find me, especially given the huge amount of preparation that goes ahead of wherever I travel. It is very curious, but many of the "tests" the abductees are put through are similar to what I have experienced and have been harassed over. The experience of the CIA hypnotized agents has also been similar, though in many cases they have been involved in missions and combat events. There is more commonality of these three "disadvantaged" victim/abductee groups than not. The real problem is collating all of this adverse experience among those that think they are alone.
2305h
Some overhead pounding with an add-on vibratory noise in my apartment of no ostensible cause. then I yelled at them, and it subsided. I suspect the yelling is a mind-fuck behavior, as I never did this before.
I got to take my once-every-Monday crap; mostly OK without the collosal games of the past, but nothing routine can be taken for granted. I cannot accurately recall how many Monday craps I have had, but it has been consistent for over 6 weeks, maybe even 8. And I will likely be kept awake tonight or contained in a REM sleep only, being the "Monday tradition" for over a year now.
Time to call this day done, and wonder what more collosal impositions are coming my way this week. My mother said something like "good luck" when departing, a mighty curious turn of phrase for her. The planted notion is that I won't like the next harassment spectacle, but then again, I don't like any of it, a moot point to say the least, though they have been mostly correct in this before, the street assault being the last one.
A home renovation type noise has begun in this region of the city where most of the buildings are concrete. And the same noise also "erupted" while at my parent's place this morning, though there is no evidence of anyone nearby undertaking renovations. Its that box hammering noise; as if someone were beating on a box with a hammer to ccreated extra noise decay time and associated vibration of it and the air. Nothing new in the strategy, as it has "happened" in every location I have lived at for the past 5.5 years.
I got two simultaneous cold sores overnight, one at each corner of my mouth, and an additional lession below my lip on the right side which erupted in the past two nights. This is near identical to the "lesion show" I got ahead of driving my parents on the one week outing to the interior areas of British Columbia, blogged in mid September. I wonder if anything big is planned as another "coincidence", or if this is just another incursion to add "color" to my face. I am also have at least three gum lesions inside my mouth, two more "erupting" after I saw the dentist last week. I nearly always get one gum lesion ahead of a dentist visit, a reason for her to be called in to look after the hygenist has scraped my teeth clean. Something must be up for this lesion attack, both inside and outside of my mouth, simultaneously.
I also get small zit attacks on my neck, chest and shoulder areas. I can only assume these are also "color swatches" for the perps to get more color referencing data in close, all related to their remote assays of my bioenergetic being, what I sense that they are up to, including the constant placement of gangstalkers around me.
It was the usual bleak parental gangstalking yesterday evening; they coordinate their leg movements, crossing and uncrossing their legs at the same time, but without looking at each other while watching TV, me between them, about 4' from each. As an additional part of the show, they also coordinated their head scratching at the same time, all to serve the hilarity of the situation. Though, I get plenty of this on the street from ambulatory gangstalkers, even while on open-mouthing duty at the same time. Fucking absurd, and the big game continues as if it isn't happening.
The unbidden jaw and mouth noises are increasing of late, and are often timed to any thoughts that appear to be uncontrolled or not planted by the perps on their mind-fuck and mind-pollute games. I got the full vehicular gangstalking when driving my parent's vehicle, with my mother as a passenger, downtown to my place. First six silver-grey vehicles, then five white vehicles clustered around me, and then after some five minutest they added a light tan metallic brown vehicle between the white vehicles as if it needs this color reference to travel with me. Later, the red colored vehicles were added into the mix, and with an accompanying silver grey vehicle. Freaking tiresome as it was predictable. I reckon at least 500 vehicles were on for this 20 minute city trip, and at least that again in parked vehicles in the two shopping centers that we passed by.
The weather is mild and grey; it has not rained yet, but that could change if I head out to the grocery store, even if a 3 minute walk, if the example of two days ago is invoked.
The overhead rumbling is now coordinated with my vocalizations, this time over typo sabotage.
1400h
The metal bashing noise is continuing, having started up before I made lunch, and has been sporadic since then. It would seem that the perps are attempting more before and after meal energetics correlations. Regular readers will know that being noisestalked gets worst just before a meal. When I was first harassed, and didn't have any idea as to what it was about, but the mealtimes, and the food interaction was one of few predictable events that the perps would harass me over and I could not figure it out as to why there was such a huge effort devoted to what I would eat. The grocery store visitations were also a big gangstalking event. Those were the days of being less mind controlled (2003), and on occasion I could make a snap decision while driving and arrive ahead of the perps at the store. But they must of had a roving passenger van close by, as at least 20 of them entered the grocery store within minutes, with a handler at the door, and they dispersed throughout the store to gangstalk me at my intended acquisition product locations.
Now, there is no contest; my every breath and footstep are planned, as well as any eye contact or verbal exchange with the cashiers. Controlling my gaze is also important for the perps; they like me to take extra looks at someone who is "featured", usually drawn from the unfavored demographic groups they have defined for me, and often in some color clashing outfit, e.g. red and orange, red and fushia. It could well be that the featured gangstalkers are morphovers of those who I know, and there is often something reminiscent about them; same posture, countenance etc. though of a different build and facial structure. There is something the perps expect to gain when I look at one of their planted perps, and if it is the same person with a totally different appearence, then they could detect some kind of other energies that are unrelated to how they look, but are more intrinsic and fundamental to the human experience. Just my take on what is going on, but more than once I have had someone deliberately step where I was about to, and they are staring at me for whatever reason, when I should be doing this, as they provoked the situation in the first place.
1610h
I am getting an annoying yellowish light coming in the main window, and because of it, or as part of this harassment schtick, I am getting perturbed by it. When I had my vehicle and went hiking, the perps would sometimes arrange a brownish colored light which had the same effect; stealthily annoying.
1850h
I got a jab in the back of my leg when looking out the window to see some red Christmas light reflections in an lighted office. These leg jabs are invariably when I am standing in the kitchen and are also timed for when I am handling brown tortillas and olive oil, two of the perps study obsessions, though there are many.
Earlier I went to the grocery store for a 10 minute roundtrip; I got the granny in a carmine red anorak in the elevator again, this time she prededed me out the elevator door and then stood exactly where the blonde woman did two days ago; at the full height glass window, looking out, with me passing in front of her once I exited from the doors. Funny how they repeat their moves, and it could well of been the same gangstalker, as I contend they can morph, or shape shift with relative rapidity.
It was "men's day" at the grocery store again; the shiftless fucks who loiter around in significant number, and keep coming back to "visit" me elsewhere in the store. One Asian dude in green made five reprise gangstalkings, the last one outside in his vehicle, and another was on me at least three differing store or street locations. I got the "gut stalk", some protruding guts slung from males on "just stand there" duty, and as usual, I couldn't wait to get out of there, as there were at least one at every aisle end, never mind the stocking carts in place with the usual pile of brown boxes. The gangstalkers are definitely getting more intense, and cannot leave me for more that 10 seconds when shopping.
Then when approaching my apartment building from outside, some 8' away, I noticed a man standing and facing the elevators, in the normal waiting position. Then, just when I was getting my key from my pocket, he turns around and heads out the front door, providing me "door service", the common perp game where they act graciously and hold the door open for me. Here was someone who changed the entire objective and direction of what they were doing, and "somehow" timed it exactly when I was close to the door and benefit from their "generousity". And, like the dude behind me at the checkout, he had the red coffee cup in hand, a signature perp move to have a portable brown color reference with him, aka, the Coffee Corps. Bizarre, someone who was intending to go up to his apartment who suddenly spins around to head out instead, and timed to perfection as always.
And while I was waiting for the elevator, which now takes longer as one has been shut down for no apparent reason for over five days now, a blue and white varsity jacket dressed chinless blonde male gangstalker arrived with his Japanese mandarin oranges, a Christmas time tradition of sorts in this region. They are easily peelable oranges, and having a boxful of them, at least 10 pounds, would of been a very useful orange color reference. And I do get orange peels on the street sometimes, another never before public habit that has erupted in recent years.
When the elevator did finally arrive, a corded haired woman with nice big doe eyes emerged, and true to typical perp form, walked between me and my blonde male gangstalker, giving out a "hi" for whatever reason, as I have never seen her before. This is another case of having someone attractive with something unattractive, in this case the fugly corded hair, brown colored. It was last week when the perps put on this same fugly hairstyle on a male gangstalker that "happened" to be in front of us. I reckon the perps wanted to compare my mother's reaction and mine at the same time to this disgusting hairstyle. This hairstyle isn't very common thankfully, but it does show how deep and detailed the perps are going to stimulate my neural reactions to observe something I don't care for.
Last night, Super Size Me, the documentary on a fellow who eats at McDonalds for a whole month, all meals was on the Canadian TV channels. I hadn't seen it before, and it was interesting. When the film showed him getting his physical from the doctor, with his shirt off, at the moment his nipple was shown the perps gave me this sustained jab and pain in my ankle for a few minutes. He gained over 20 pounds in this exercise, and there was side profiles of how his gut had grown, and I am sure this was also of great interest for the perps to show me, as they feature male guts hanging out on their gangstalkers nearly every day that I go out, even at the gym.
And my life has become more vibration prone; the overhead sliding glass door rumbling nonsense, that moves around to be overhead, is now accompanied by a rattling noise from inside my apartment. I also noticed my parent's vehicle has at least three additional vibration sources since I drove it last week.
It was the usual First Feral Family gangstalking night, my parents and I, at their place watching Sunday night TV in the living room. They did their coordinated leg crossing and uncrossing as usual, and they weren't looking at each other to time this, so they must of been getting some direction from a unified control. Then, to add the to theatre (of the absurd), they both scratched their heads at the same time, more than once. My father did his usual shoe, sock and feet feeling games for the perps. And he did a wander off, and encircled me from elsewhere in the house. His act has him with Alzheimer's, though regular readers will know that I don't buy it one bit. Funny that my mother doesn't worry what he does on his disappearences, as they can go on for over half an hour.
1940h
Another apartment intrusion; an Asian couple on a cell phone "wandered in" while I had my earmuffs on, and at the same time, the perps froze me so I couldn't react and say something before they backed up. Nobody makes those kinds of mistakes, and not twice in two months. It is time to lock the door as a routine action now, though if they really wanted to repeat this at a later time, they could easily screw me out of my habits.
I have just finished reading Katharina Wilson's Alien Jigsaw, and it covers the mind control research imperative from the abduction perspective. It seems to be both sides of the same coin; sustained mind control research is called harassment, and infrequent short term research at a remote facility is called abduction. That is a gross oversimplification as the reality is that there is much more complexity than that, and there are many more objectives beside mind control. The perps are only months away from 100% mind control capability, going by the rarer noisestalking events related to my thoughts or images.
Katarina Wilson's treatise. Project Open Mind, on the abduction mind control connection is at this link. The bottom line is that none of us victims, from either camp, can take any evidence to the police and have them act on it. It is fucking criminal and depraved, either way one cuts it. Worse yet, it seems that there are competing black operations that attempt to shake down the other's abductees/victims. Her conclusion is that the alien and military arms of the perps (my term) are connected, and that there appears to be competing interests. As far as I know, I have never had any "protection" as did a famed black operations research scientist, Thomas Townsend Brown. I wonder how the competing black operations cannot find me, especially given the huge amount of preparation that goes ahead of wherever I travel. It is very curious, but many of the "tests" the abductees are put through are similar to what I have experienced and have been harassed over. The experience of the CIA hypnotized agents has also been similar, though in many cases they have been involved in missions and combat events. There is more commonality of these three "disadvantaged" victim/abductee groups than not. The real problem is collating all of this adverse experience among those that think they are alone.
2305h
Some overhead pounding with an add-on vibratory noise in my apartment of no ostensible cause. then I yelled at them, and it subsided. I suspect the yelling is a mind-fuck behavior, as I never did this before.
I got to take my once-every-Monday crap; mostly OK without the collosal games of the past, but nothing routine can be taken for granted. I cannot accurately recall how many Monday craps I have had, but it has been consistent for over 6 weeks, maybe even 8. And I will likely be kept awake tonight or contained in a REM sleep only, being the "Monday tradition" for over a year now.
Time to call this day done, and wonder what more collosal impositions are coming my way this week. My mother said something like "good luck" when departing, a mighty curious turn of phrase for her. The planted notion is that I won't like the next harassment spectacle, but then again, I don't like any of it, a moot point to say the least, though they have been mostly correct in this before, the street assault being the last one.
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