12-10-2014
What is it about getting things done, especially when working from a list, that so interests the perps that they cause delays and other games I will explain below? For over a week I had been intending to get at least three things done, none screamingly important, but all the same level of urgency as three pebbles in my shoes. And of course I had all the time to get them done, as well as "forgetting" when online as well. Then a fourth item comes on, and then today, in a burst of unexpected motivation, I attend to them all as much as I can. (An unreturned phone call and awaiting an email is as far as I can go on one of them). And at the conclusion of getting this done, either by phone or email, why, a sudden urge to defecate comes on, so I shut the PC down and attend to that. And lo, for the first time in over 6 months, they pull one of their shit plastering games, and I have come to know that it is easier to clean up to take a short shower. It all got done without any further ado, but it leaves the question as to what was so important about getting onto a perp delayed list of items that they just had to arrange a messy crap and a shower clean up to conclude getting my list items done? And if that is important for the perps, which it seems to be, then this insane abusive insanity (theirs) has a long way to go.
Two days ago it was yoga, and the usual women where there with a maybe four visiting women as well. The all cleverly left an a free mat location on my L, as I was about the fifth person of 12 or so to arrive, and lo, if the gasping wheezing out-of-shape male didn't slip into that spot just before class began, and yet again, put on this pathetic act of making a whole lot of noise about a whole lot of nothing. As in being so out of shape, and so fat (two Unfavoreds) and wearing awful baggy brown shorts to his knees (two more Unfavoreds). Plus, being male over 20 y.o. is another Unfavored. I say "nothing" as I am relatively flexible and the yoga poses, save a few, are not terribly challenging to me. Clearly this oaf is way out of his league, so why doesn't he take a more fundamental level class? There is no reason except that he is placed there by his controllers for the very reason to make a whole lot of disgusting noise, never mind looking disgusting in all his blubber. Perturb the TI victim (some more) must be the perp edict/objective.
As I mentioned two or more weeks ago, the perps sent me a seeming explanatory message that this oaf's heavy breathing and gasping is to emulate a sexual abuser in full form. Well maybe it is, and maybe such an abuse was done to me when aged 2 y.o. to 5 y.o., the period for which the perps wiped my memory. And it isn't any stretch of imagination that the child abuse agenda is part and parcel of the wider nonconsensual human experimentation agenda that TI's have to come so well. Look up Brice Taylor, Cathy O'Brien, Kathrine Sullivan
A trip to the gym; or should I call it the grim-gym, as these shiftless males always surface, have "stun-outs" on the equipment, scoop the machine just ahead of me, and arrange themselves jointly to slowly move in closer. Six of the mofos lined themselves up when I was doing my final warm down, abbreviated due to them slowly closing in en masse. I decide to split, and lo, one of the mofos breaks off his work out to precede me down the stairs, the identical move of the babe gangstalker at the gym two visits ago. That is, six of seven males in the gym to slowly close in on me for crissakes. The major Fat Boy (260lbs) was left out of the final gangstalking fray/formation, and the two women were off to the side and seemed to be minding their own business.
They even added two dudes dressed in the same T-shirts, as some kind of equipment inspectors, loitering at one machine and then walking the length of the gym side-by-side. The perps seem to like amp-ing up the male factor of late; start with a proximate woman (even if she was doing extra high arm flings on the treadmill), then add in the males one by one, move the women out, have the males banter, and then add a uniformed male pair just to see how much I like that. And of course, vary the males with Unfavored features; hats, skinheads, fugly shorts below the knee, large guts, faux military clothing, brown clothing etc.
12-12-2014
Friday, and a special one for the perps, having me into get my legs waxed and my haircut at this particular place I regularly go to. This, after yesterday's shut-in day when I didn't go out at all. (Not working again until late January). And as mentioned in past posts, the perps go gangstalking and harassment silly after a shut-in day.
They even put on a small private yellow helicopter making two passes as I exited the gate outside my place. And today is also refuse pickup day, and although it was picked up at 0800h, they still put on a garbage truck at 1015h on my way to get my head hair cut and my leg hair pulled. Exciting times in perp-landia for sure. Not only that, but the elder male (geezer) gangstalk was on at the parking lot; one ahead and one behind me in driving in and at the ticket machine. The first one also "happened" to be seen at a suite above the hair salon. A geezer inside too, getting his hair cut, and lo, if the male haircut supervisor (about 45 y/o/) didn't do his best to be one too, not shaving for two days so to strut his beard stubble and then to wear a matching grey sweater. Not only did he come by with chocolates to offer me while getting my haircut from a brown skinned Asian girl, but made sure to be passing by when I was about to enter the area for leg waxing. And in keeping with the strange "don't know you now" behaviors, the fuchsia-on-blonde woman who cut my hair some six weeks ago was very visible but wasn't about to say hello or anything so friendly as that. No sir... normal human North American small town friendliness is not accorded for perp victims, even if they have mercilessly harassed the victim for 12.5 years every day, all day. And face it, NO ONE would forget me and the prior training and walk-throughs they must go through before the Potemkin Village is arranged for this TI.
And I see the surrounding hills are bereft of snow now, as they had plenty over the past three weeks. A warm spell came on in the last week, and with a whole lot of rain yesterday, why, I get to see the green (treed) hills again. Such things are important to the perps, these ever changing landscape colors, and sky colors too.
Miscellaneous other stuff of minor note:
the perps have me dry the dishes with a tea towel now, or mostly; (cutlery, knives, bowls, -plates dry themselves). Until recent months (since 2002), the dishes would dry in the dishes rack often much sooner than I expected from prior experience. I came to know in 2002 that they were berserk over towels, drying wet objects and myself too, and it was a given. But in mid-2014 I found I was using the tea towels much more and the dishes weren't as dry as they were formerly (2002 to 06-20214). I suppose one could call this progress, but I will know for sure when I have many different colored bathroom towels and I use a new one each day. Currently, I have a set of three I rotate over the week, all the same set. I don't how they are going to accomplish that one, as I usually get a set. I am sure they have the plans already made up, as I have come to know that some objects are acquired over five years in advance of using them.
A two hour nap attack this afternoon; and for once they didn't render me useless for the next hour "recovering" from it. They pulled that stunt about four days ago when they nailed me with a 2.5 hour nap attack in the afternoon, and I spent the next 1.5 hours feeling very groggy. And in both cases I was not short of sleep and had adequate sleep over the previous night.
They are having me wake up at 0900h or so these days, apart from today when I had the hair and waxing appointment. These non-alarm get-ups are taking up more morning time as it takes me 1.5 hours of breakfast, shower etc. to be ready for the day. I don't what it his about these winter short daylight days, but later get-up times has been a near constant since they went berserk/overt in 2002. I go to bed at 2200h or so, and then they keep me awake for an hour or two and then let me get 9 hours sleep, at least one more than I need.
12-13-2014
A 10 hour sleep last night, as if I needed the extra two hours, which I didn't. I suspect they want to start me later with the low direct sunlight beaming in.
Back to mild winter temperatures again, no more frozen ground of the last two weeks. And yes, temperature is very much part of the mix of variables the perps work with. The checkout-stalking with either frozen or hot goods, or both, fore and after hasn't gone unnoticed since all this bersekness began in 04-2002.
Laundry day, and the freaks are finding me there, same as the last laundromat. It was the dude with a blue toque with a summer hat on top, and sunglasses on the latter that upped the freak factor. Later, when outside, he was talking to himself to complete his freak credentials. A waddling male came from 12' away toward me as I was exiting the building (always a big stunt/harassment situation), the sun at his back so I got to see limited detail, but the mirror sunglasses was the crowning touch as to being yet another gangstalker in abreaction elicitation mode, as in posing as a threat to my subconscious memory.
I dropped in on the tanning salon today, being in the neighborhood as I took all my recycle material to the nearby depot. I hadn't seen this attendant before, she blonde with fuchsia and green streaks in her hair. And a pissy countenance and manner for no reason related to me. As mentioned many times, I have no idea why I get so many pissy or scared shitless looks, but I do, and it went up by an order of magnitude after 04-2002 when the perps went berserk/overt on me.
12-14-2014
Sunday, and a 0900h get up, another 10 hour sleep, meaning two hours of extra sleep I did not need.
An upgrade from Adobe for their Flashplayer turned into a full blown rage-ification caper. The upgrade also loaded that trojan horse called MacAfee (anti-virus software), and lo, if Eraser somehow couldn't get rid of it. And lo, if Eraser didn't also disappear off the task bar. And lo, if the infernal MacAfee software did NOT have an uninstall option. Plenty of screaming at the assholes unfolded before I got that most-loathed software purged. For the record, and it may not be true any more, but MacAfee was one of the most invasive commercial self-advertising applications I have ever known, and ever since, (10 years at least), I refuse all options to add it on. This time that infernal Adobe outfit did not give me an option, it just "installed itself" from the same file as the Adobe upgrade. Cute trick that.
Then another round of planned infuriation erupted as I looked at my charge card bill online and I discovered a charge from a supplements outfit that I did not incur. True, about a month ago I took on a $5 charge for a free sample and I expected that to be the end of it. But no, the assholes laid on a $75 charge three days ago that I did not authorize or otherwise solicit. The least they could of done was phone me to ask if the supplement did anything positive (or otherwise), and they would of found out I didn't want any more, never mind it not doing anything anyhow. So much for "free" products and all that. Unsolicited billing is totally outrageous. And lo, if my email didn't crap out (Firefox and IE show the text only crammed up on the L side with no apparent functionality), and I had to use the supplement outfit's website to send an email. The charge statement was emailed yesterday and "for some reason" I didn't look at it, only to find out today that their call center is not open today, but was yesterday. The number of coincident inconveniences went up at least ten -fold since 04-2002.
As if I don't get enough conspiratorial information; here is a corker (meaning total paradigm shift). Opiate drug addiction is totally curable by large doses of Vitamin C. Thanks to Whale.to for all this excellent information. And yet this is rarely heard of in these parts (Canada), which is, I assume, much like the USA with respect to illegal drugs use. Not only does a megadose of vitamin C stop craving immediately, but if continued (for a week or so) it stops the opiate from even having an effect! Furthermore, the paper details the limbic brain system where the opiate receptors are, and provides research on the fact that Vitamin C displaces opiates altogether, and these receptors should be called "ascorbate" receptors.
This begins a meta-pondering as to what is The Powers That Be (TPTB) interest in having opiate addicted humans. Is it that the opiates (usually) are grown in another part of the world, and in the case of illegal opiates, change provenance frequently, so TPTB are looking for some kind of energetic signature depending on where the opiate was sourced? And too, making massive amounts of money on illegal importation and distribution is a plain good money spinner. It seems that no one responsible wants to do the right thing and make it legal and of a consistent quality (usually from a single source). The major pissing matches over safe injection site's in Vancouver BC would be another example of TPTB ensuring the clinically unconscionable status quo continues. Ditto for the so-called chemotherapy medications for cancer, and too, Vitamin C in large doses can help here. The more I travel down this road of nonconsensual human experimentation, the more I realize that TI's are not alone. Whole other populations of humans are being experimented upon, e.g. illegal drug usage, cancer patients, but they don't realize it.
An evening reading about the real NSA and what they do to psychic children. If you thought that the Brice Taylor story and a few others were experimentation one-offs, think again. The NSA systematizes child abuse to create alternate personalities in young children to later use them for psychic spying and sabotage, also systematically applied. I don't know where Steve Smith gets his information from, but I haven't read anything quite like it in such graphic detail. I would suggest caution if the reader has past abuse and/or DID (mulitple personalities).
On that grim note, time to call this done for the week and to post this.
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Friday, December 12, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Slouching on the Diet
04-07-2014
And after last week's promising start on the Almased diet, (read, yellow powder in a non-dairy milk 2x/day), what happens? Why, a sudden "need" and consequent pig-out on chocolate and Cadbury's chocolate eggs (read white and yellow inside chocolate). The diet is now in the weight reduction phase where I have one normal meal a day, and two Almased feedings. And no interest in chocolate for the last week, and then it suddenly came on. Past experience tells me that chocolate "need", or anything else for that matter, can be manipulated remotely. Back in the year of onset of this infernal captivity and abuse (2002), there was a sudden and uncharacteristic abhorrence to chocolate, even the smell of it. This went on for two weeks and then it was back on, though not at the average proportion of the last 11 years, 300g/day. The perps ramped up chocolate consumption in 2003 and it has been fulfilling their brown food objectives ever since. Last week was an exception.
And on a rare Monday off, what else did they do? Why, they screwed me out of my regular yoga practice, by having me become time-unaware, then letting me in on it when it was too late to depart. This, after pumping me all day about going to yoga. Cute trick that.
And I see that I am getting techo-hobbled again, this time in a new way. I found a web site with FLAC files, lossless music in other words, and downloaded an album after paying for it. That worked out fine, and I extracted the files from a RAR file. The next four all somehow blew up, and I got each album of songs in one large file, making it useless for management purposes. I am waiting to hear from the support folks if that is expectable or not, and if it is, how to pull the file apart into separate songs. In other words, another obstruction stunt, taking advantage of the fact that I didn't know how their download system worked. That is how it goes, high glitch level functioning.
And the perps didn't waste much time before the deck in my vehicle started acting up; the CD source choice won't now show up unless I eject the CD and put it back in again. (It was working just fine for the prior six weeks). That messes up the playing order, as normally the CD player would start where I last left off. And to add more silliness, they also have the radio "bands", three FM and one AM, come up when the Source is being selected when they should only appear if I select the Band button when Source is the tuner. That is bad enough, but they have me listening to the same CD for weeks, when nothing this silly ever happened before when they last allowed me to have a vehicle, to mid-2006 (Volvo 245).
My trip to the ATM was well planned by the perps. All eight vehicles parked out front were grey-scale colors, white, silver-grey, mid-greys and black. My present vehicle is mid-grey, so that made it nine. I go to the ATM, and had to wait on this woman with a bill in hand and attempting to key something in from it, but was having problems, airing them out loud. She was in a mid-brown shirt, and eventually gave up to get help from the customer service person. I take my turn, get my bills, and lo, if this same brown shirt woman doesn't return with the customer service person. They natter for a minute or so, and I finish up. Based on this ruse, we have the same brown shirt gangstalking me before and after my financial transaction. And have I mentioned that the perps just love to gangstalk me, and otherwise harass me when making financial transactions? Nearly every blog posting I suspect. And too, there was a vehicle outside the window where the prior ATM customer was, and he was fiddling around to give me pit-lamping (arranged headlights) time. He had a green scout military cap on, and did that ever give me the heebie-jeebies for some reason. (Could of been a planted "reaction").
Earlier today, they had me putting money in the laundry machine, another form of financial transaction of course, and screwed it up by not having four different dollar coins work, causing me to consult the attendant there, and get some face time with her, cute and blonde as she was friendly. (And I don't get friendly very often, usually scared shitless for no apparent reason, or else rude or grim). Naturally the blonde woman got the coin machine to work, as it "happened" there was an extra dollar coin that "somehow" got stuck in the slot.
I went to one specialty foods place for some items, and the woman ahead of me at the cashier finished out her transactions and then it was my turn, with a hovering woman in the background who needed to be seen from various distances. (No one normal shops like she did, going from aisle end to the next aisle end to the next). I finished up in short order, and because they didn't have Almased, I went to the next nearby specialty food and vitamin shop. And lo, if the woman ahead of me at the cashier wasn't there too. Funny how that "happens".
And why suck over-obvious gangstalking?Two males sitting in a BMW in the specialty foods parking lot, and I walked behind them as I didn't know if they were about to depart. And lo, if they didn't, but like WTF; at 0800h, both nicely dressed and clean looking (and not looking like drug dealers), just sitting there. Back in early 2002, before the day of infamy when they invaded my apartment in Seattle (nearly 12 years ago now), I would stop at the supermarket I used before when I lived in Everett before moving to Seattle. (This would of been Sundays when I was S. bound on the I-5). I could not figure out why these vehicles would arrive in the parking lot around me, usually with one male sitting in it, and not letting anyone out to go to the store). I thought it was some kind of drug dealing event, though no one got out of their vehicle to "make arrangements". In hindsight, they were gangstalkers, doing their stupid thing, of loitering for no apparent reason. Nowadays, it is much more obvious, as there is often these "seat warmers" who sit in their vehicles outside banks, stores and again today, laundromats that I frequent.
04-08-2014
A mostly shut-in day, though I did get out to do some errands. Like yesterday, a weekday off following working last weekend. And also, was all pumped up to go to the local gym and work out, but no, I somehow got jerked into spending time online and on the PC, rage-ified over the stream of obstructions in converting full album audio files with cue files into song track files. The usual litany of "problems"; access denied, invalid arguments, etc. when it all worked fine yesterday. Another few hours of attempts finally got the four music files converted and split into song tracks. Brutal it was, all that time expended on a mere file conversion.
02-09-2014
All dressed up for yoga at 1630h (yoga at 1715h) and with some extra time to do some paper diary writing, why, a sudden "need" to sleep came over me, and to avoid dropping out of my chair, I laid down and got nailed for a full 1.5 hour nap attack in my yoga clothes. Why I had to be so dressed for a nap attack is beyond me, not to mention the dashed expectations stunt, a perp specialty. It was 1711h when they awoke me to look at my watch, which of course meant that I wasn't going to make it. (I figured that out when I "chose" to lie down). And which "happens" to be the exact same time I looked at my watch when they screwed me out of making yoga on Monday (two days ago, per above).
Anyhow, a work day on irrigation pipes and getting the system charged up. It felt like I had been hit on the head; slow and dull, and it was only when I got pissed about it did that imposed dullness recede some. And after working on fixing PVC pipes, meaning primer and glue for the morning did we attempt to pump water from the lake to the tank and observe for any leaks. And there was, and the two gents (family member and tractor driver/carpenter/all round handyman) that came for the afternoon jumped on all the tools and supplies I had been using in the morning to then fix the leaking pipe. (I was parked in the opposite corner of the vineyard so they got to the leak sooner than I did). It was beside the road, and water ran down the hill for a bit until it was stopped, and I still didn't get the full story on how the leak was stopped. This irrigation system is rather mysterious as to what controls what, and with two tanks and three sources of water, depending on the season, I haven't got my head around it all.
But as the perps have been testing me on PVC and water supply for such a long time, having a leak wasn't too much of a surprise. Back in 1996-98 when I owned a farm with the now ex, the underground water pipes were in sad shape with leaks in the ground and I had it all dug up, some 600' in all, and I put in the pipe and built the connections at the junction boxes, and sand underneath and above once installed. That was a $5k hit on my credit card, and little did I know that it was caused by an insane psychopathic agency who are on a non-consensual human research agenda, and I am one of their top guinea pigs. The leaks were so many that the quarterly consumption dropped by ten-fold, from 660,000 gallons to 60,000 gallons (120psi pressure was typical). As it was farm rates the cost wasn't that high, but still, the drop in consumption was significant. And no doubt that cute landscaped pond in the front yard was fed from the underground pipe leaks, the ones I didn't know about until it was dug up. And so it goes, the perps' constant pre-occupation with where I get my water from, the color of the pipes, the soil type and color it runs through and whatever else goes into their big data grinder in the sky.
After telling me all day yesterday about going to the gym, they finally let me go at 1830h. It was the first time I had been to this particular one, and apart from few (~6) gym visits at the local college in 2012, it was the first gym visit since 2007 when they stocked the Oak Bay Recreation Center heavy with gangstalkers of all kinds. They let me on the tread mill, often of interest to the perps and then they shut me down in the past along with street running. I got some 15 min. running at 5mph, nothing spectacular to say the least, but as the perps have a long history of interfering with running, I was glad for some activity. It might help atone for the chocolate indulgence they put me on, per above.
The gangstalking count was fairly low at the gym, some five others or so, and four of them wearing blue tops, just like me. One male had a severe case of tattoos, on his bald head, down his arm and on his legs. A disgusting specimen to say the least, but true to form, they like to pack in as many Unfavoreds in one gangstalker as they can; male over 20 y.o., bald, tattoos, and fugly shorts.
04-10-2014
Why is it that the perps need to pull my pants halfway down my ass while working in the vineyard? It has been going on for some months now, and very often they will chose that moment to force a gust of wind down the crack of my ass. Sure, they are stretchy material, but were always comfortable and never any problem until recently. No, I don't have a svelte waist to have my pants fall into place, but still, I never had this problem before. Long time readers may recall when I was working on a farm in 2010 (I think), one girl wore her track pants halfway down her gorgeous ass, even after she had visited the portable john. That takes planning, and was no means a result of working hard on the farm.
04-11-2014
An afternoon of helping out getting the water supply hooked up with the neighboring apple farmer's son. He isn't all quite there I later learned and cannot make a decision about very much. Anyhow, we were in the creek gully, cutting out some trees and shrubs in the way and inserting a new section of aluminum 5" pipe with a steel joining section (pastel green colored). I had my gumboots on so I could stand in the water if need be, and he had his runners that got soaked. He did this earlier this week, so I would surmise the perps told him to get his feet wet for the cause. Strangely, this guy brought in a 20' section of 3" PVC pipe and placed it in the bush over the creek. And as it "so happens" with this shared weir and four outlets, one was made of the same size of PVC and the owner/property maintenance person did not shut down the water supply in the fall, and it froze, sending PVC shards all over the place, for at least 150' of pipe. Said guilty party took off for another job in another town, but supposedly she was a professionally trained viticulturalist, and it is likely that this would not of been of her own initiative. I say that, not having met the person, because the perps just love me to hang around, touch, repair or otherwise dwell around water sources and the differing materials of transmission, e.g. PVC, polyethylene, aluminum, concrete channels etc. Why the above mentioned fellow I was helping brought in a new section of PVC pipe for someone else's broken water line is beyond me, save having a new and old pipe comparison objective. And all the more strange, just one 20' section when there was at least 150' of broken pipe. He also gathered up the PVC shards and pieces, saying that he was doing the neighborly thing of cleaning it up. Since when did a shared resource become so fussed over in farming country? Since the perps imposed their very specific fixations/non-consensual human research agenda on this victim (me) in 04-2002. All in keeping with the above mentioned PVC and water transmission and water source research the perps are so obsessed about.
04-12-2014
A Saturday off, a reversion to the expected schedule, disrupted for the past two weekends. I saw this blues performer last night; a great show and an accomplished musician of considerable talent. I suppose all roots/blues musicians are adjusted to reality and know they aren't going to be household celebs. Or icons of the heavy metal crowd. The "usual" stray reflective lights finding me, often from the glossy guitar face. And drive by lights from outside "happened" to be reflected off the inside of my glasses, even if facing away from them. And the ridiculous laughing from someone nearby, same as the last time, and likely the same stooge. She also doing a "huggies" thing (the long lost pals hugs BS), with the woman from whom I later purchased the performer's CD from.
As "usual" they put a skinheaded male in my sight line, and some fugly folks all about me. I was checking out the blonde girl from across the venue, and never did get enough lighting to see for sure if she was attractive. Though, as it "happened", she and some associates were just ahead of me when heading for the washroom at the set break, and they turned around just in front of me as the ladies' rest room was fully occupied. Said blonde woman ended up beside me in the crush/cluster fuck, but I did not check her out from that close as it would of been plain rude. I don't do rude, and I don't need to check out attractive women either, but the perps like me to do so, in the great Potemkin Village called TI World and its parade of the Favored (attractive blonde females among others) and the Unfavored (males over 20, long haired males, etc.).
And the Almased diet effort is now ended, as the perps were sucking me down to being physically listless and sapped of motivation and initiative. I had envisioned that the diet would run its course of six weeks to no effect, but no, that is not how it ended. It is being used as an excuse to suck me into a dark place, and I have already been there an number of times in the long past. The timing of this realization occurred after I had purchased two more canisters of the yellow Almased powder, so no doubt having it in association with my regular breakfast will be the subject of the perps continuing games as to what color my food is. (And adding brown colored milled flax seed too, as it has been a recent addition to my diet). And they screwed me out of recalling what my regular breakfast was this morning. And no interest in purchasing more eggs has erupted since some six or eight weeks ago, which was the first such food item since 2002/3 apart from a couple of gotchas.
The laundry capers again, this time getting to the laundromate later (1100h) than usual and finding one woman running some eight washing machines simultaneously. That takes some planning and a big family (or else a large wardrobe and a long interval between launderings), and of course that constricted me to a location where the shiftless gangstalking males loitered.
I cleaned the outside of my vehicle and then waxed it this afternoon, a considerable accomplishment as the perps like to screw me out of doing this task twice per year. And for the three hours it took to apply Zymol (pastel green color) on the just washed (red colored foam from the brush at the cleaning bay) vehicle there was near non-stop motorcycle noise from a distance and very chirpy birds nearby. And for once they didn't splatter me lots with the liquid wax, save a few splatters from the flip top that somehow ejected micro-droplets straight at me. I don't quite know why the perps are so dizzy about applying wax to a vehicle, but as always, I would be the last to know anyhow.
And too, they were on top of me at the car wash; three empty cleaning bays when I arrived, and then within a minute I had someone waiting behind me while I was busy applying the foam brush and then the rinse afterword. And I suppose it was no coincidence that the red foam dyed part of my right hand, and it served as a reference for all the while that I waxed the vehicle.
Another perp oddity today was that a good chunk of one tooth fell into what I had in my mouth at the time, a soft food. It isn't the first time this has occured, but it seems to be the last mercury amalgam filled tooth in my mouth, so I cannot say it is a bad thing. It means a crown from amateur dental perspective, and those are at least $1k. And that is a BAD thing, getting constantly dinged for big ticket expenses like that, which the perps just love to do. I suspect one of their mantras is something like, "get the victim while he is down".
04-13-2014
Sunday, and much of nothing; cleaning house and cleaning my vehicle, all with good weather outside. Same deal as yesterday; much HD motorcycle noise when cleaning the inside of my vehicle. What a relief to see that layer of dust on all horizontal surfaces. Sharp and crisp lines of the controls instead of the fuzzy (and FUD-dy) surfaces. For whatever reason the perps are wild about that, having played the dust build up games for as long as they have.
Onto posting this as a dull Sunday evening is shaping up.
And after last week's promising start on the Almased diet, (read, yellow powder in a non-dairy milk 2x/day), what happens? Why, a sudden "need" and consequent pig-out on chocolate and Cadbury's chocolate eggs (read white and yellow inside chocolate). The diet is now in the weight reduction phase where I have one normal meal a day, and two Almased feedings. And no interest in chocolate for the last week, and then it suddenly came on. Past experience tells me that chocolate "need", or anything else for that matter, can be manipulated remotely. Back in the year of onset of this infernal captivity and abuse (2002), there was a sudden and uncharacteristic abhorrence to chocolate, even the smell of it. This went on for two weeks and then it was back on, though not at the average proportion of the last 11 years, 300g/day. The perps ramped up chocolate consumption in 2003 and it has been fulfilling their brown food objectives ever since. Last week was an exception.
And on a rare Monday off, what else did they do? Why, they screwed me out of my regular yoga practice, by having me become time-unaware, then letting me in on it when it was too late to depart. This, after pumping me all day about going to yoga. Cute trick that.
And I see that I am getting techo-hobbled again, this time in a new way. I found a web site with FLAC files, lossless music in other words, and downloaded an album after paying for it. That worked out fine, and I extracted the files from a RAR file. The next four all somehow blew up, and I got each album of songs in one large file, making it useless for management purposes. I am waiting to hear from the support folks if that is expectable or not, and if it is, how to pull the file apart into separate songs. In other words, another obstruction stunt, taking advantage of the fact that I didn't know how their download system worked. That is how it goes, high glitch level functioning.
And the perps didn't waste much time before the deck in my vehicle started acting up; the CD source choice won't now show up unless I eject the CD and put it back in again. (It was working just fine for the prior six weeks). That messes up the playing order, as normally the CD player would start where I last left off. And to add more silliness, they also have the radio "bands", three FM and one AM, come up when the Source is being selected when they should only appear if I select the Band button when Source is the tuner. That is bad enough, but they have me listening to the same CD for weeks, when nothing this silly ever happened before when they last allowed me to have a vehicle, to mid-2006 (Volvo 245).
My trip to the ATM was well planned by the perps. All eight vehicles parked out front were grey-scale colors, white, silver-grey, mid-greys and black. My present vehicle is mid-grey, so that made it nine. I go to the ATM, and had to wait on this woman with a bill in hand and attempting to key something in from it, but was having problems, airing them out loud. She was in a mid-brown shirt, and eventually gave up to get help from the customer service person. I take my turn, get my bills, and lo, if this same brown shirt woman doesn't return with the customer service person. They natter for a minute or so, and I finish up. Based on this ruse, we have the same brown shirt gangstalking me before and after my financial transaction. And have I mentioned that the perps just love to gangstalk me, and otherwise harass me when making financial transactions? Nearly every blog posting I suspect. And too, there was a vehicle outside the window where the prior ATM customer was, and he was fiddling around to give me pit-lamping (arranged headlights) time. He had a green scout military cap on, and did that ever give me the heebie-jeebies for some reason. (Could of been a planted "reaction").
Earlier today, they had me putting money in the laundry machine, another form of financial transaction of course, and screwed it up by not having four different dollar coins work, causing me to consult the attendant there, and get some face time with her, cute and blonde as she was friendly. (And I don't get friendly very often, usually scared shitless for no apparent reason, or else rude or grim). Naturally the blonde woman got the coin machine to work, as it "happened" there was an extra dollar coin that "somehow" got stuck in the slot.
I went to one specialty foods place for some items, and the woman ahead of me at the cashier finished out her transactions and then it was my turn, with a hovering woman in the background who needed to be seen from various distances. (No one normal shops like she did, going from aisle end to the next aisle end to the next). I finished up in short order, and because they didn't have Almased, I went to the next nearby specialty food and vitamin shop. And lo, if the woman ahead of me at the cashier wasn't there too. Funny how that "happens".
And why suck over-obvious gangstalking?Two males sitting in a BMW in the specialty foods parking lot, and I walked behind them as I didn't know if they were about to depart. And lo, if they didn't, but like WTF; at 0800h, both nicely dressed and clean looking (and not looking like drug dealers), just sitting there. Back in early 2002, before the day of infamy when they invaded my apartment in Seattle (nearly 12 years ago now), I would stop at the supermarket I used before when I lived in Everett before moving to Seattle. (This would of been Sundays when I was S. bound on the I-5). I could not figure out why these vehicles would arrive in the parking lot around me, usually with one male sitting in it, and not letting anyone out to go to the store). I thought it was some kind of drug dealing event, though no one got out of their vehicle to "make arrangements". In hindsight, they were gangstalkers, doing their stupid thing, of loitering for no apparent reason. Nowadays, it is much more obvious, as there is often these "seat warmers" who sit in their vehicles outside banks, stores and again today, laundromats that I frequent.
04-08-2014
A mostly shut-in day, though I did get out to do some errands. Like yesterday, a weekday off following working last weekend. And also, was all pumped up to go to the local gym and work out, but no, I somehow got jerked into spending time online and on the PC, rage-ified over the stream of obstructions in converting full album audio files with cue files into song track files. The usual litany of "problems"; access denied, invalid arguments, etc. when it all worked fine yesterday. Another few hours of attempts finally got the four music files converted and split into song tracks. Brutal it was, all that time expended on a mere file conversion.
02-09-2014
All dressed up for yoga at 1630h (yoga at 1715h) and with some extra time to do some paper diary writing, why, a sudden "need" to sleep came over me, and to avoid dropping out of my chair, I laid down and got nailed for a full 1.5 hour nap attack in my yoga clothes. Why I had to be so dressed for a nap attack is beyond me, not to mention the dashed expectations stunt, a perp specialty. It was 1711h when they awoke me to look at my watch, which of course meant that I wasn't going to make it. (I figured that out when I "chose" to lie down). And which "happens" to be the exact same time I looked at my watch when they screwed me out of making yoga on Monday (two days ago, per above).
Anyhow, a work day on irrigation pipes and getting the system charged up. It felt like I had been hit on the head; slow and dull, and it was only when I got pissed about it did that imposed dullness recede some. And after working on fixing PVC pipes, meaning primer and glue for the morning did we attempt to pump water from the lake to the tank and observe for any leaks. And there was, and the two gents (family member and tractor driver/carpenter/all round handyman) that came for the afternoon jumped on all the tools and supplies I had been using in the morning to then fix the leaking pipe. (I was parked in the opposite corner of the vineyard so they got to the leak sooner than I did). It was beside the road, and water ran down the hill for a bit until it was stopped, and I still didn't get the full story on how the leak was stopped. This irrigation system is rather mysterious as to what controls what, and with two tanks and three sources of water, depending on the season, I haven't got my head around it all.
But as the perps have been testing me on PVC and water supply for such a long time, having a leak wasn't too much of a surprise. Back in 1996-98 when I owned a farm with the now ex, the underground water pipes were in sad shape with leaks in the ground and I had it all dug up, some 600' in all, and I put in the pipe and built the connections at the junction boxes, and sand underneath and above once installed. That was a $5k hit on my credit card, and little did I know that it was caused by an insane psychopathic agency who are on a non-consensual human research agenda, and I am one of their top guinea pigs. The leaks were so many that the quarterly consumption dropped by ten-fold, from 660,000 gallons to 60,000 gallons (120psi pressure was typical). As it was farm rates the cost wasn't that high, but still, the drop in consumption was significant. And no doubt that cute landscaped pond in the front yard was fed from the underground pipe leaks, the ones I didn't know about until it was dug up. And so it goes, the perps' constant pre-occupation with where I get my water from, the color of the pipes, the soil type and color it runs through and whatever else goes into their big data grinder in the sky.
After telling me all day yesterday about going to the gym, they finally let me go at 1830h. It was the first time I had been to this particular one, and apart from few (~6) gym visits at the local college in 2012, it was the first gym visit since 2007 when they stocked the Oak Bay Recreation Center heavy with gangstalkers of all kinds. They let me on the tread mill, often of interest to the perps and then they shut me down in the past along with street running. I got some 15 min. running at 5mph, nothing spectacular to say the least, but as the perps have a long history of interfering with running, I was glad for some activity. It might help atone for the chocolate indulgence they put me on, per above.
The gangstalking count was fairly low at the gym, some five others or so, and four of them wearing blue tops, just like me. One male had a severe case of tattoos, on his bald head, down his arm and on his legs. A disgusting specimen to say the least, but true to form, they like to pack in as many Unfavoreds in one gangstalker as they can; male over 20 y.o., bald, tattoos, and fugly shorts.
04-10-2014
Why is it that the perps need to pull my pants halfway down my ass while working in the vineyard? It has been going on for some months now, and very often they will chose that moment to force a gust of wind down the crack of my ass. Sure, they are stretchy material, but were always comfortable and never any problem until recently. No, I don't have a svelte waist to have my pants fall into place, but still, I never had this problem before. Long time readers may recall when I was working on a farm in 2010 (I think), one girl wore her track pants halfway down her gorgeous ass, even after she had visited the portable john. That takes planning, and was no means a result of working hard on the farm.
04-11-2014
An afternoon of helping out getting the water supply hooked up with the neighboring apple farmer's son. He isn't all quite there I later learned and cannot make a decision about very much. Anyhow, we were in the creek gully, cutting out some trees and shrubs in the way and inserting a new section of aluminum 5" pipe with a steel joining section (pastel green colored). I had my gumboots on so I could stand in the water if need be, and he had his runners that got soaked. He did this earlier this week, so I would surmise the perps told him to get his feet wet for the cause. Strangely, this guy brought in a 20' section of 3" PVC pipe and placed it in the bush over the creek. And as it "so happens" with this shared weir and four outlets, one was made of the same size of PVC and the owner/property maintenance person did not shut down the water supply in the fall, and it froze, sending PVC shards all over the place, for at least 150' of pipe. Said guilty party took off for another job in another town, but supposedly she was a professionally trained viticulturalist, and it is likely that this would not of been of her own initiative. I say that, not having met the person, because the perps just love me to hang around, touch, repair or otherwise dwell around water sources and the differing materials of transmission, e.g. PVC, polyethylene, aluminum, concrete channels etc. Why the above mentioned fellow I was helping brought in a new section of PVC pipe for someone else's broken water line is beyond me, save having a new and old pipe comparison objective. And all the more strange, just one 20' section when there was at least 150' of broken pipe. He also gathered up the PVC shards and pieces, saying that he was doing the neighborly thing of cleaning it up. Since when did a shared resource become so fussed over in farming country? Since the perps imposed their very specific fixations/non-consensual human research agenda on this victim (me) in 04-2002. All in keeping with the above mentioned PVC and water transmission and water source research the perps are so obsessed about.
04-12-2014
A Saturday off, a reversion to the expected schedule, disrupted for the past two weekends. I saw this blues performer last night; a great show and an accomplished musician of considerable talent. I suppose all roots/blues musicians are adjusted to reality and know they aren't going to be household celebs. Or icons of the heavy metal crowd. The "usual" stray reflective lights finding me, often from the glossy guitar face. And drive by lights from outside "happened" to be reflected off the inside of my glasses, even if facing away from them. And the ridiculous laughing from someone nearby, same as the last time, and likely the same stooge. She also doing a "huggies" thing (the long lost pals hugs BS), with the woman from whom I later purchased the performer's CD from.
As "usual" they put a skinheaded male in my sight line, and some fugly folks all about me. I was checking out the blonde girl from across the venue, and never did get enough lighting to see for sure if she was attractive. Though, as it "happened", she and some associates were just ahead of me when heading for the washroom at the set break, and they turned around just in front of me as the ladies' rest room was fully occupied. Said blonde woman ended up beside me in the crush/cluster fuck, but I did not check her out from that close as it would of been plain rude. I don't do rude, and I don't need to check out attractive women either, but the perps like me to do so, in the great Potemkin Village called TI World and its parade of the Favored (attractive blonde females among others) and the Unfavored (males over 20, long haired males, etc.).
And the Almased diet effort is now ended, as the perps were sucking me down to being physically listless and sapped of motivation and initiative. I had envisioned that the diet would run its course of six weeks to no effect, but no, that is not how it ended. It is being used as an excuse to suck me into a dark place, and I have already been there an number of times in the long past. The timing of this realization occurred after I had purchased two more canisters of the yellow Almased powder, so no doubt having it in association with my regular breakfast will be the subject of the perps continuing games as to what color my food is. (And adding brown colored milled flax seed too, as it has been a recent addition to my diet). And they screwed me out of recalling what my regular breakfast was this morning. And no interest in purchasing more eggs has erupted since some six or eight weeks ago, which was the first such food item since 2002/3 apart from a couple of gotchas.
The laundry capers again, this time getting to the laundromate later (1100h) than usual and finding one woman running some eight washing machines simultaneously. That takes some planning and a big family (or else a large wardrobe and a long interval between launderings), and of course that constricted me to a location where the shiftless gangstalking males loitered.
I cleaned the outside of my vehicle and then waxed it this afternoon, a considerable accomplishment as the perps like to screw me out of doing this task twice per year. And for the three hours it took to apply Zymol (pastel green color) on the just washed (red colored foam from the brush at the cleaning bay) vehicle there was near non-stop motorcycle noise from a distance and very chirpy birds nearby. And for once they didn't splatter me lots with the liquid wax, save a few splatters from the flip top that somehow ejected micro-droplets straight at me. I don't quite know why the perps are so dizzy about applying wax to a vehicle, but as always, I would be the last to know anyhow.
And too, they were on top of me at the car wash; three empty cleaning bays when I arrived, and then within a minute I had someone waiting behind me while I was busy applying the foam brush and then the rinse afterword. And I suppose it was no coincidence that the red foam dyed part of my right hand, and it served as a reference for all the while that I waxed the vehicle.
Another perp oddity today was that a good chunk of one tooth fell into what I had in my mouth at the time, a soft food. It isn't the first time this has occured, but it seems to be the last mercury amalgam filled tooth in my mouth, so I cannot say it is a bad thing. It means a crown from amateur dental perspective, and those are at least $1k. And that is a BAD thing, getting constantly dinged for big ticket expenses like that, which the perps just love to do. I suspect one of their mantras is something like, "get the victim while he is down".
04-13-2014
Sunday, and much of nothing; cleaning house and cleaning my vehicle, all with good weather outside. Same deal as yesterday; much HD motorcycle noise when cleaning the inside of my vehicle. What a relief to see that layer of dust on all horizontal surfaces. Sharp and crisp lines of the controls instead of the fuzzy (and FUD-dy) surfaces. For whatever reason the perps are wild about that, having played the dust build up games for as long as they have.
Onto posting this as a dull Sunday evening is shaping up.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Elevator Etiquette Degeneration
1345h
I have commented previously on the bizarre elevator etiquette that erupts around me since the harassment began in 2002. This has largely been in the form of a fuckwit attempting to barge in before I get out, and I let them know it by coming at them. I get temporarily "spaced out" to miss the all-important instant at which they enter, and am allowed to cognitively process the rudeness only after it has begun, usually when they are at the threshold of entering the door before it has fully opened.
Today, a fuckwit operative took this to new heights and entered the elevator BEFORE either of us, me and another "tenant" had exited. It is fucking outrageous to say the least. In other words, the gangstalking operative who barged into the elevator with the two of us yet to get out, had no idea as to whether the elevator was headed up or down (to the basement), as one of us could of stayed in it and continued on the elevator's intended journey. Maybe I am missing something, but I have taken elevators to work everyday for years in some big city locations, and I have never seen this orchestrated public rudeness around elevators before. Never mind the infrequent flakes that skip into the elevator as the door is closing on them with impeccable timing, contacting the rubber on each side of the door without it being triggered to re-open.
Other elevator follies today was a duffer placed in front of the door as it opened, asking me in sign language by pointing his finger down, as to whether that was the next direction it was to headed. How in the fuck am I supposed to know when that fact is readable from the elevator button lights (when they haven't been fucked with, which they weren't).
The first mentioned elevator rushing stunt was also augmented with a move-in scenario; furniture outside and in the lobby; more "wood stalking" as I see it. Earlier this week, when coming back from a ride in the yellow crew bus from farm work, they had the lobby filled with furniture, and the only route to the stairway, in lieu of riding the elevator with them, was taken by a reddish haired woman standing as part of the seeming moving party. I asked her if I could get through and she was fine with that, and it was no problem to slip through this narrow passage to take the six flights of stairs. Obviously it was some kind of constriction with a known quantity, a gangstalker who had been in place for who knows how long, over top of that very spot I was to pass through. A decidedly more calculated test it would seem. And when in the stairway, lo, if the dim lit area with the sticky floor and newspapers stuck to it of six weeks ago was't still there. Some kind of "walking on newspapers glued with red stain to a grey concrete painted floor" test. A likely elaboration and calibration with the prior "walking over the location of where a red haired woman was standing" test. All too clever.
1710h
A second siren cascade has just erupted as I add to the above paragraph, and begin this. The above elevator stunt occured on my way out to yoga, the first class in three weeks. These resumptions of routines after a hiatus are prime gangstalking moments, and the freakshow that circulates around me was out in abundance. And too, the vehicular gangstalking; "my" most frequent regular gangstalking vehicle, the Coca Cola delivery truck in red and white with unpainted aluminum surfaces was outside, adjacent to the exit to this apartment building, parked to make a "delivery" at the convenience store. I cannot count the number of bogus street parking arrangements I have seen this particular vehicle participating, but it is nothing but persistent. And as the perps have reminded me about this vehicle, think of all that brown colored liquid inside bottles and cans, behind the red, white and metallic finished livery of the vehicle. Need I add that t he perps are constantly putting reds in front of browns, vice versa and all manner of combinations and permutations of fabric, color variants, skin tone of the wearer (gangstalker), and then with vehicles as well.
Then onto yoga, and even with being five minutes early I was the last one to arrive, and the new instructor had arranged herself to be in my old spot. And to no surprise, she was backlit by the stained glass windows, this being a chapel. For the session her face and skin wasn't well lit, and I am sure there was some subtle extra plasmic fuckery going on as well, as the perps have been messing with so many of my online and reallife situations to ensure certain skintones and gangstalkers are presented in dim or backlit situations. (And some obvious plasma beams around her at the beginning of the class). I suspect this is to impair my cognitive ability to take in the person's look in one glance, or perhaps, to de-emphasize the person's features momentarily.
But that didn't stop me from admiring her exquisite form and sensual elegance; she is a dancer, and is about 5'9", about 30 or so, and has not a stitch of extra weight on her. And no tattoos, something the perps have been chasing me with for the past three weeks, and I get some relief thankfully. And also, she is taking us back to Ashtenga yoga, one that is more active and challenging. I lamented in this blog about the past instructor taking us on a Pranayama (breathing) focus as I wanted more activity, and less talking about my breathing for chrissakes.
Well anyway, she is a bright light when all around is dark (or dimmed down), to quote from Monty Python. And it is once per week, and it seems that this will be a regular Thursday session for the forseeable future.
And I swear I saw someone very much like the above yoga instructor when I was walking back from gym today, earlier than usual as I will explain below. I had just crossed the street of one way traffic at the crosswalk, and a woman of the same height, build, comportment and age was walking toward me after I turned 90 degrees to head to the sidewalk after the crosswalk at this Y junction of a two-way street splitting into two one way streets in opposite directions. She was wearing black and under a black umbrella, and again, her face was in a dim light, and it wasn't the same as the above yoga instructor. And in true gangstalker style, she was making some kind of mouth movements, her tongue licking her lips at the moment I looked at her, and she looked at me at the same time. It was all over in less than a second, and I would not count this as staring in any way. It was an odd place for a person to be walking at that time of day, about 1545h, as most downtown commuters take the bus to head the suburbs, where this location was in-between, in an neighborhood of apartments and condos. I would not be surprised if she was a morph-over of the yoga instructor, and I have no idea who the person was. The perps like to plant the notion that it is a morph-over at the moment of seeing the person, but in this netherworld that I live in, nothing is what it seems.
And I finally had it with the gym class, and it may have been my last one. I mentioned in past blogs how this class was an hour long, the first 30 min.in a free-format on the gym equipment, and the latter in a floor exercise room altogether. Then about two months ago they changed it such that selected classmembers were to spend the last 30 minutes doing exercises by themselves in the public area for warming up or down. This worked for a time as the number of individuals (read, gangstalkers) coursing around me was relatively few. Then today, two days before a long weekend in the summer, the put on plenty of extra gangstalkers, one component being The Men In Red Shirts, of increasing prevelance of late. There were five of them, all seemingly independent, as well as another six or so who were also working out. To make a long story short, I hate working out as if I am in a railway station or other busy public concourse. And I reckon the perps had this denouement long arranged, as the seed of not tolerating this new arrangement was planted from the begining.
Prior to the above, I was also being deliberately followed by dudes from one piece of equipment to the other; from mid-building to the glassed perimeter, and then another pair tag teamed me on the equipment. The entire gym class gangstalking has been getting more odious and brazen. Though I am not sure if the perps are done with me yet at that venue, as they had the gym built just for me as I read the timing of events. I started working out in public gyms since about 1994, and in the prior years to BOH, Before Overt Harassment (04-15-2002). This seems to be a preferred activity to aid the perps' objectives of remotely applied nonconsensual experimentation and study. And since the OB Rec. Center had a big re-build in 2003-4 to create a new gym wing attatched to the extant swimming pool when the assholes forced me back to Victoria, I am sure they are not done yet. But then again, the perps installed a 80' cell phone tower, (read, electromagnetic and other energies) close to my regular hiking route just for my last day of hiking when I had my vehicle. So who knows; spreading cash around isn't a problem. That they plan all this out years in advance is undeniable.
I did explain in a later phone call to the gym class coordinator's voice mail that I was not going to continue with the latter half public area workouts. Anyhow, this maybe the end of gym class, or perhaps there will be some kind of rearrangements to come. And no one ever told me as to why I was selected for this "transition group", or what that term really meant. And to add to the nonsense, at least one of the more ridiculous gangstalkers at the gym, the woman in a red sweater and red shoes in street clothing, just "happened" to be at the LD store when I stopped there on my return. But not in red this time, but in a puke brown outfit. Hilarious, as it is improbable.
1955h
It is bottle bashing time in the hallway; I don't know what the perp interest is exactly, but I was reading blog postings at the time, one about Arnold Schwartzneger's recent governmental stunts, none of which I have read about in the news. As always, my view of the world is highly sculpted along several parameter themes, and being kept clueless is one of them. I also call this FUD fucked, (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt). I would give you the link, but my Windows cut and paste functionality is getting messed with, along with the Firefox right click command of copy link location. Try here, and go to the Schwartzneger posting. Its one of those blog postings that is plain confusing with a needed prerequisite of "you had to be there" to comprehend the entirety of it.
2040h
Another siren show while the earmuffs were on, "heard" through them no less, and my cue to take them off. This is at least the fourth siren cascade today. When walking to the gym earlier they put on two ambulances about three minutes apart, travelling in opposite directions when I was near the hospital. Totally ludicrous.
2115h
More fake insect creepy crawly sensations, this time on my right ear and earlobe. After the earlobe freak described in yesterday's blog posting, it makes me wonder if the perps aren't up to some kind of remote detection games that are focussed on earlobes. Dangling earings and studs in the earlobes just might be more useful to them in some way, much how they like to have metal studded garments on me (Levi jeans) or in my proximity (e.g. studded leather handbags). My daughter had a earstud backing that "somehow" got sucked into her earlobe and had to have it surgically removed. They found it there with an X-ray, and for some reason, my then wife wanted me to see the X-ray print that was borrowed from the doctor. I might of been out of town at the time it happened, and I didn't know about it until it was all over. This vignette has more questions than answers in light of what has followed since, that being the harassment onset and my ex's involvement from the get-go.
And another motorcycle noise tonight, as if the biker's bar had opened up a block away when there isn't one for at least five miles. Its not that kind of town, or at least, until the perps decided that total (unpleasant) noise management of my environs was to be applied. Translate the term "management" in this context to mean constant provision of vexing noises in both volume and frequency above any level of expectable normality or plausibility. And of note, the streets are still wet from the rain they brought on after my early departure from gym today. It is not an evening for a real biker to be out, though the perps did once set up a daytime motorcyclist in the rain, gingerly making a corner, to tell me in their bizarre demonstrative and covert way that there really are motorcyclists out in such inclement weather conditions. More bullshit.
The perps let me in on the fact that they do extensive gangstalking, or more accurately, post-event populating, of my walking and vehicle activities and routes. I only get to see the oncoming ambulatory gangstalkers in passing, but there is a good chance they follow my route from both directions for at least an hour or more afterward. The above speculation that my yoga instructor was in a facial-only morph-over may have been for much more than a few seconds of sight and eye-contact time; she may have been dispatched to take my walking route for some distance afterward. I know my vehicle path is extensively followed for a long time afterward with a long train of vehicles in varying configurations and formations based on vehicle color and type.
That I "figured this out" now, the above pondering of what the perps do after I pass by, now six years after BOH suggests this "realization" is entirely planted, and was likely even blocked from any kind of analytical consideration all this time. They never gave me the opportunity to think through all the research angles of the harassment that would make sense from their perspective. More FUD fucking. And more overhead concrete floor pounding as I re-read this.
It was the post-outing rain that came on that prompted this "speculation" that the perps were attempting to get a better remote read on my bioenergetics interactions with the concrete and asphalt of the sidewalks and road surfaces when I walked back from the gym. That they like to change up the weather, usually to bring on rain, after concluding an activity hasn't gone unnoticed. Hopefully I have conveyed these in past blog postings, or more like, long past postings as there has only been wet July weather this week only. Which suggests more of a wet summer if their current games persist. Noting that brought on more outside motorcycle noise, and as always, likely faked by some means of remotely projecting sounds to another location, something they have long done, but not always effectively. Until about 2005 I could tell that many of these projected noises were fake as they had a metallic ringing harmonic with them. Since then, they were able to defeat my noise authentication abilities, and that small realtime detection capability was forever lost.
2210h
Time to call this one done for the day; I have made many corrections and alterations to the above, replete with plenty of situational noisestalking. (Especially when I break a long paragraph into two, or insert a sentance by first dropping the latter portions to a new line temporarily to remove the visual clutter.) It is payday at the farm tomorrow, at the end of the day of course, and from the chat I have been meant to overhear, it is a very looney time. No end of weirds come out othe woodwork to pick up their pay, or at least to complain. It will be interesting, and too, that they did not arrange this the first payday, but had me miss it and get the check the next week.
I have commented previously on the bizarre elevator etiquette that erupts around me since the harassment began in 2002. This has largely been in the form of a fuckwit attempting to barge in before I get out, and I let them know it by coming at them. I get temporarily "spaced out" to miss the all-important instant at which they enter, and am allowed to cognitively process the rudeness only after it has begun, usually when they are at the threshold of entering the door before it has fully opened.
Today, a fuckwit operative took this to new heights and entered the elevator BEFORE either of us, me and another "tenant" had exited. It is fucking outrageous to say the least. In other words, the gangstalking operative who barged into the elevator with the two of us yet to get out, had no idea as to whether the elevator was headed up or down (to the basement), as one of us could of stayed in it and continued on the elevator's intended journey. Maybe I am missing something, but I have taken elevators to work everyday for years in some big city locations, and I have never seen this orchestrated public rudeness around elevators before. Never mind the infrequent flakes that skip into the elevator as the door is closing on them with impeccable timing, contacting the rubber on each side of the door without it being triggered to re-open.
Other elevator follies today was a duffer placed in front of the door as it opened, asking me in sign language by pointing his finger down, as to whether that was the next direction it was to headed. How in the fuck am I supposed to know when that fact is readable from the elevator button lights (when they haven't been fucked with, which they weren't).
The first mentioned elevator rushing stunt was also augmented with a move-in scenario; furniture outside and in the lobby; more "wood stalking" as I see it. Earlier this week, when coming back from a ride in the yellow crew bus from farm work, they had the lobby filled with furniture, and the only route to the stairway, in lieu of riding the elevator with them, was taken by a reddish haired woman standing as part of the seeming moving party. I asked her if I could get through and she was fine with that, and it was no problem to slip through this narrow passage to take the six flights of stairs. Obviously it was some kind of constriction with a known quantity, a gangstalker who had been in place for who knows how long, over top of that very spot I was to pass through. A decidedly more calculated test it would seem. And when in the stairway, lo, if the dim lit area with the sticky floor and newspapers stuck to it of six weeks ago was't still there. Some kind of "walking on newspapers glued with red stain to a grey concrete painted floor" test. A likely elaboration and calibration with the prior "walking over the location of where a red haired woman was standing" test. All too clever.
1710h
A second siren cascade has just erupted as I add to the above paragraph, and begin this. The above elevator stunt occured on my way out to yoga, the first class in three weeks. These resumptions of routines after a hiatus are prime gangstalking moments, and the freakshow that circulates around me was out in abundance. And too, the vehicular gangstalking; "my" most frequent regular gangstalking vehicle, the Coca Cola delivery truck in red and white with unpainted aluminum surfaces was outside, adjacent to the exit to this apartment building, parked to make a "delivery" at the convenience store. I cannot count the number of bogus street parking arrangements I have seen this particular vehicle participating, but it is nothing but persistent. And as the perps have reminded me about this vehicle, think of all that brown colored liquid inside bottles and cans, behind the red, white and metallic finished livery of the vehicle. Need I add that t he perps are constantly putting reds in front of browns, vice versa and all manner of combinations and permutations of fabric, color variants, skin tone of the wearer (gangstalker), and then with vehicles as well.
Then onto yoga, and even with being five minutes early I was the last one to arrive, and the new instructor had arranged herself to be in my old spot. And to no surprise, she was backlit by the stained glass windows, this being a chapel. For the session her face and skin wasn't well lit, and I am sure there was some subtle extra plasmic fuckery going on as well, as the perps have been messing with so many of my online and reallife situations to ensure certain skintones and gangstalkers are presented in dim or backlit situations. (And some obvious plasma beams around her at the beginning of the class). I suspect this is to impair my cognitive ability to take in the person's look in one glance, or perhaps, to de-emphasize the person's features momentarily.
But that didn't stop me from admiring her exquisite form and sensual elegance; she is a dancer, and is about 5'9", about 30 or so, and has not a stitch of extra weight on her. And no tattoos, something the perps have been chasing me with for the past three weeks, and I get some relief thankfully. And also, she is taking us back to Ashtenga yoga, one that is more active and challenging. I lamented in this blog about the past instructor taking us on a Pranayama (breathing) focus as I wanted more activity, and less talking about my breathing for chrissakes.
Well anyway, she is a bright light when all around is dark (or dimmed down), to quote from Monty Python. And it is once per week, and it seems that this will be a regular Thursday session for the forseeable future.
And I swear I saw someone very much like the above yoga instructor when I was walking back from gym today, earlier than usual as I will explain below. I had just crossed the street of one way traffic at the crosswalk, and a woman of the same height, build, comportment and age was walking toward me after I turned 90 degrees to head to the sidewalk after the crosswalk at this Y junction of a two-way street splitting into two one way streets in opposite directions. She was wearing black and under a black umbrella, and again, her face was in a dim light, and it wasn't the same as the above yoga instructor. And in true gangstalker style, she was making some kind of mouth movements, her tongue licking her lips at the moment I looked at her, and she looked at me at the same time. It was all over in less than a second, and I would not count this as staring in any way. It was an odd place for a person to be walking at that time of day, about 1545h, as most downtown commuters take the bus to head the suburbs, where this location was in-between, in an neighborhood of apartments and condos. I would not be surprised if she was a morph-over of the yoga instructor, and I have no idea who the person was. The perps like to plant the notion that it is a morph-over at the moment of seeing the person, but in this netherworld that I live in, nothing is what it seems.
And I finally had it with the gym class, and it may have been my last one. I mentioned in past blogs how this class was an hour long, the first 30 min.in a free-format on the gym equipment, and the latter in a floor exercise room altogether. Then about two months ago they changed it such that selected classmembers were to spend the last 30 minutes doing exercises by themselves in the public area for warming up or down. This worked for a time as the number of individuals (read, gangstalkers) coursing around me was relatively few. Then today, two days before a long weekend in the summer, the put on plenty of extra gangstalkers, one component being The Men In Red Shirts, of increasing prevelance of late. There were five of them, all seemingly independent, as well as another six or so who were also working out. To make a long story short, I hate working out as if I am in a railway station or other busy public concourse. And I reckon the perps had this denouement long arranged, as the seed of not tolerating this new arrangement was planted from the begining.
denouement –nounThere were some other oddities going on in the above circumstances, like the red fleece coated male who came to sit there, and then departed while I was changing to leave, only to re-appear downstairs in the lobby area when I was on my way out. In other words, this weird, came to loiter around me in the public workout area and then departed to loiter around me when I had my coat on and was leaving.
1.the final resolution of the intricacies of a plot, as of a drama or novel.
2.the place in the plot at which this occurs.
3.the outcome or resolution of a doubtful series of occurrences.
Prior to the above, I was also being deliberately followed by dudes from one piece of equipment to the other; from mid-building to the glassed perimeter, and then another pair tag teamed me on the equipment. The entire gym class gangstalking has been getting more odious and brazen. Though I am not sure if the perps are done with me yet at that venue, as they had the gym built just for me as I read the timing of events. I started working out in public gyms since about 1994, and in the prior years to BOH, Before Overt Harassment (04-15-2002). This seems to be a preferred activity to aid the perps' objectives of remotely applied nonconsensual experimentation and study. And since the OB Rec. Center had a big re-build in 2003-4 to create a new gym wing attatched to the extant swimming pool when the assholes forced me back to Victoria, I am sure they are not done yet. But then again, the perps installed a 80' cell phone tower, (read, electromagnetic and other energies) close to my regular hiking route just for my last day of hiking when I had my vehicle. So who knows; spreading cash around isn't a problem. That they plan all this out years in advance is undeniable.
I did explain in a later phone call to the gym class coordinator's voice mail that I was not going to continue with the latter half public area workouts. Anyhow, this maybe the end of gym class, or perhaps there will be some kind of rearrangements to come. And no one ever told me as to why I was selected for this "transition group", or what that term really meant. And to add to the nonsense, at least one of the more ridiculous gangstalkers at the gym, the woman in a red sweater and red shoes in street clothing, just "happened" to be at the LD store when I stopped there on my return. But not in red this time, but in a puke brown outfit. Hilarious, as it is improbable.
1955h
It is bottle bashing time in the hallway; I don't know what the perp interest is exactly, but I was reading blog postings at the time, one about Arnold Schwartzneger's recent governmental stunts, none of which I have read about in the news. As always, my view of the world is highly sculpted along several parameter themes, and being kept clueless is one of them. I also call this FUD fucked, (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt). I would give you the link, but my Windows cut and paste functionality is getting messed with, along with the Firefox right click command of copy link location. Try here, and go to the Schwartzneger posting. Its one of those blog postings that is plain confusing with a needed prerequisite of "you had to be there" to comprehend the entirety of it.
2040h
Another siren show while the earmuffs were on, "heard" through them no less, and my cue to take them off. This is at least the fourth siren cascade today. When walking to the gym earlier they put on two ambulances about three minutes apart, travelling in opposite directions when I was near the hospital. Totally ludicrous.
2115h
More fake insect creepy crawly sensations, this time on my right ear and earlobe. After the earlobe freak described in yesterday's blog posting, it makes me wonder if the perps aren't up to some kind of remote detection games that are focussed on earlobes. Dangling earings and studs in the earlobes just might be more useful to them in some way, much how they like to have metal studded garments on me (Levi jeans) or in my proximity (e.g. studded leather handbags). My daughter had a earstud backing that "somehow" got sucked into her earlobe and had to have it surgically removed. They found it there with an X-ray, and for some reason, my then wife wanted me to see the X-ray print that was borrowed from the doctor. I might of been out of town at the time it happened, and I didn't know about it until it was all over. This vignette has more questions than answers in light of what has followed since, that being the harassment onset and my ex's involvement from the get-go.
And another motorcycle noise tonight, as if the biker's bar had opened up a block away when there isn't one for at least five miles. Its not that kind of town, or at least, until the perps decided that total (unpleasant) noise management of my environs was to be applied. Translate the term "management" in this context to mean constant provision of vexing noises in both volume and frequency above any level of expectable normality or plausibility. And of note, the streets are still wet from the rain they brought on after my early departure from gym today. It is not an evening for a real biker to be out, though the perps did once set up a daytime motorcyclist in the rain, gingerly making a corner, to tell me in their bizarre demonstrative and covert way that there really are motorcyclists out in such inclement weather conditions. More bullshit.
The perps let me in on the fact that they do extensive gangstalking, or more accurately, post-event populating, of my walking and vehicle activities and routes. I only get to see the oncoming ambulatory gangstalkers in passing, but there is a good chance they follow my route from both directions for at least an hour or more afterward. The above speculation that my yoga instructor was in a facial-only morph-over may have been for much more than a few seconds of sight and eye-contact time; she may have been dispatched to take my walking route for some distance afterward. I know my vehicle path is extensively followed for a long time afterward with a long train of vehicles in varying configurations and formations based on vehicle color and type.
That I "figured this out" now, the above pondering of what the perps do after I pass by, now six years after BOH suggests this "realization" is entirely planted, and was likely even blocked from any kind of analytical consideration all this time. They never gave me the opportunity to think through all the research angles of the harassment that would make sense from their perspective. More FUD fucking. And more overhead concrete floor pounding as I re-read this.
It was the post-outing rain that came on that prompted this "speculation" that the perps were attempting to get a better remote read on my bioenergetics interactions with the concrete and asphalt of the sidewalks and road surfaces when I walked back from the gym. That they like to change up the weather, usually to bring on rain, after concluding an activity hasn't gone unnoticed. Hopefully I have conveyed these in past blog postings, or more like, long past postings as there has only been wet July weather this week only. Which suggests more of a wet summer if their current games persist. Noting that brought on more outside motorcycle noise, and as always, likely faked by some means of remotely projecting sounds to another location, something they have long done, but not always effectively. Until about 2005 I could tell that many of these projected noises were fake as they had a metallic ringing harmonic with them. Since then, they were able to defeat my noise authentication abilities, and that small realtime detection capability was forever lost.
2210h
Time to call this one done for the day; I have made many corrections and alterations to the above, replete with plenty of situational noisestalking. (Especially when I break a long paragraph into two, or insert a sentance by first dropping the latter portions to a new line temporarily to remove the visual clutter.) It is payday at the farm tomorrow, at the end of the day of course, and from the chat I have been meant to overhear, it is a very looney time. No end of weirds come out othe woodwork to pick up their pay, or at least to complain. It will be interesting, and too, that they did not arrange this the first payday, but had me miss it and get the check the next week.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Chicken Run With Lead-Me Gangstalker
1310h
It was a setup from the getgo, as I was at the local supermarket yesterday, on a chocolate run, and "forgot" the one item I was out of, chicken. Back again, to get more chocolate of the same brand and type, and chicken. Would I be considered too suspicious if the chocolate was to serve as a brown color reference, all because they cannot get enough brown colors in front of my face, and won't let me purchase brown colored clothing to replace the same items that suffered accelerated wear? Not in this life, where every crumb and dust bunny is managed for timing, color, location, disposition (what I am going to do with it), and its interaction with its substrate (what it is on). A navy blue dust bunny arrived in advance of taking a post-shit shower yesterday, my regular Monday crap that is now running nearly six months in this weekday arrangement.
As the total turnaround time at the supermarket from my apartment is under ten minutes, save the odd checkout obstruction stunt, this is a relatively compact time for the perps to put me through a full-on freakshow, but they did try. Apart from two same navy blue metallic finish vehicles parked outside the apartment when I got out, in file with one vehicle space between them, and some ambulatory gangstalkers whose particular act cannot be recalled, the first "over the top" stunt was a faux drunk lying on the sidewalk, concrete surface note, some 40' from the intersection, top of his head facing me. Some "concerned citizens" were in attendance, and the perps have long drained me of having an empathy for this kind of show.
The outside-to-inside gangatalker dude was in hospital colors, a white shirt and pastel green extra baggy shorts to his knees, and he did the now customary stop-in-his-tracks stunt, looking down at his tatooed leg, likely to draw attention to it for me to observe. He was walking in front of the supermarket, and for once didn't lead ahead of me, but walked by the sentries, the faux canvassers in disgusting yellow fleece vests holding their plastic covered binders with a paper insert on the cover. So... I go in the E. door, the closest one, get my shopping basket after the stack was gangstlked by this dude in a red shirt, and head to the hot cookedchicken display. And lo, if my outside-to-inside gangstalker wasn't there ahead of me, picking up his chicken after exhibiting no particular evaluation as to which kind that he wanted. And as it "so happened" there was no half chickens, what I normally purchase, and no free range chickens, also my usual choice. I had to settle for two heavily herbed breast pieces they dinged me $10 for when whole chickens go for less. Then onto the chocolate to increase the supply, and then onto get tapenade where a female gangstalker in a deep red coat was doing hangaround duty, and as it turned out, where they "happened" to be out of tapenade, both kinds.
Then onto the checkout, where the cheerful once-blonde cashier was on duty. I know her from at least four years ago in my vehicle ownership days where I shopped some two miles away. She was blonde then and as far as I could tell, it was her natural color. Well now, she works at this local supermarket (it seems), though she isn't the only "staff member" to follow me to this local store. Anyhow, she is in a fugly red-brown dyed hair job, and as regular readers will know, red tinged dyed hair is one of the Unfavored attributes the perps like to present to me in varying ways. And it "so happens" that yesterday's cashier was one checkout away, and her hair color is near identical to this cashier's, but is a natural color as far as I can tell. This red-brown color represents the thin edge of the wedge it seems; the perps attempt to detect the neural energetic correlates for why I loathe the sight of red hair. (Which may be a consequence of long ago events for which they applied recall deletion, though the subconscious recall is still extant, and they cannot yet fuck with it). In essence, with the aid of these two cashiers and other orchestrated gangstalkers, they have changed the color tone to near acceptable bronze color (red-brown), and are also comparing the real thing to a dye job emulation. If I don't like red hair, why do I have a billion dollar project hounding my ass covertly (to the unknowing observer, overt harassment to me), playing fucking games with hair color for over six years, never mind what transpired before? And yes, I did have more that a few red-haired seatmates in highschool.
I got my gangstalking posse on my way out the door, and and on the street, and they even put on a crimson red coated male to walk straight at me and then avert his path some 6' from me, the long noted walk-straight-at-me stunt that is getting so tired. All to raise some kind of angst in me as to what the fucker is going to do. I never had so many of this kind of near-threatening public walking behavior until the perps went into overt harassment beginning in 2002.
And when I got to the street corner again, the faux drunk was doing some rolling around on the sidewalk this time, with his "attendants" still standing over him. The perps even added an ambulance noise into the mix, though it never arrived locally. Then more games with dudes in red, then when in the sunlight, and then in the shade, and then having a same red colored vehicle crossing the sidewalk at a driveway some 40' ahead, all to provide more deep red color "action" for the endless orchestration games.
And I see that they have put a deep brown colored ceramic tile in one of the two elevators, but haven't finished the job yet. These part finished projects can go on for weeks, and it seems that they want to expose me to the base of the elevator, the tile, and they even left a 2" square section of the old grotty carpet behind as well, a three surface/color game that will doubtless be completed when the perps are finished their color/substance interaction assay games. (A color energetics interaction with me, or more precisely, with my feet and footwear).
And I notice that the church bells are ringing, a tad early for the usual Tuesday night practice, but I am much used to these routines changing up, except for when they fuck with my own.
2100h
I had a unanticipated four hour shutdown of this here PC, and as a consequence, not all of today's outing will be detailed. Not that there was anything too remarkable, but the perps did put the scare on me that I need to fix the front panel switch, as it has been erratic, all for the perp agenda mind you, for over a year. "Take away the excuses" was some pre-emptive advice I heard that covers the TI experience. Translated, that means avoid any situations that could be used as a cover story. I have been "thinking" of getting a quiet case for years, but the perps make sure I am too broke for that. Still, I must do something, perhaps just fixing the switch can be accomplished.
And what did the perps allow me to do while shutout from my PC? Reading, and re-reading Dark Mission by Richard Hoagland, a good book on how good science isn't appreciated by NASA, aka, Never A Straight Answer. I had no idea they reported to a military commander until Hogland pointed this out, believing the bull that it was a civilian agency. But, they would only let me read it for at most, 20 minutes at a time, and would then scramble me to make cognition untenable. Then I would write up my written journal, and then back to reading again. There were some other interesting timings too, dinner, another crap and shower to clean up, dusk onset, a horrific amount of faux traffic noise, earmuff use (dark green plastic), and other like coordination. They also had me sit 90 degrees from the normal reading position after pissing me off with stroboscopic flashes on the page. Another trick to force the end of reading is to put a fuzzy maser ball in my vision and place it exactly where I am to read, and it tracks my vision precisely, even without head movement. And how could that be without realtime neural access to my vision?
It all goes to show that I am not allowed to read a book for very long, and I have at least 1,000 books on my Amazon.com wish list. It won't be attainable anytime soon.
I went to gym this afternoon, and I had my posse of ambulatory gangstalkers around me, there and back, and the usual freaks and wierds at the gym, many of them sitting around doing nothing, unlike any gym I have ever been to. The freak I call Ethnic Gut has returned again, "featuring" himself to look extra obvious that he was doing nothing but posing for me to see. That he was in his disgusting bright yellow shirt did not help, and made it all the easier to spot the fucker in my peripherial vision, something the perps have been working hard on. They want to know what energetics occur the instant that I see someone I know, especially if an operative or their shill.
And the Grotesque Granny was also at the gym again, loitering not far from me like last week, and then hanging around in the auric penumbra of a blonde who mysteriously traded places with another woman who regularly "shows up" as some kind of bait. Attractive and fit; a diversion to be sure, and in being so, some kind of Favored demographic group member, even if not blonde. But "somehow", always when I am not looking, she was swapped out and then a blonde woman, also meeting those exact specifications "ended up" in her place. The the Granny took five minutes to hang an exercise mat, loitering in the blonde's auric penumbra all the time. Then the blonde moved 10' away to do some more stretches, and lo, if the Granny didn't end up behind the blonde again, loitering in her auric penumbra. I am hung up on the word, penumbra, so it must be planted, and is likely one the perps use. They like me to use their vocabulary at the specified time; they kept me from the word gangstalker for the first year of being harassed, as I used the term "cluster fuckers", though it didn't quite convey the same meaning.
I had at least four negros on gangstalking duty, one staring at me as she was revealed standing behind this ditzing large dude in black clothing. How she got from 10' away, to standing exactly behind this fucker must have been a teleport job, as I expected to see her walking at some point. Again, this fits the pattern of peekaboo games, one the perps routine exercise with vehicular gangstalking. Typically, they hide the red colored vehicles in a train of white and silver-grey vehicles and then have it swing wide at the chosen moment to play peekaboo. Anyhow, she was looking right at me as she revealed herself, which was most odd. This seems to be the latest in the perps games to get negroes in close to me, but for me not to see them. Fucking weird to say the least.
And the routine is that the perps put on certain gangstalkers when I am in the gym, have me later go on the treadmill looking outside through the window glass, and then parade the chosen gangstalkers outside, as if departing the premises. And this is what they did for the two female negro gangstalkers, about five minutes apart when they seemed to be mother daughter related. Another instance of making sure I got it wrong, something that plays out at least a dozen times per day.
And another incident that pissed me off today was the perps causing me to behave in a way that was totally foreign to what I would do. This regular Tuesday/Thursday post-gym class cycling ganstalker dude in white hair, who gangstalked me at my last place with his activity in "working" for the adjacent clothing charity, was 4' away from me on his bicycle, one of the few in the cycling lane. He stares at me for no reason, and then the perps had me yell at this asshole. I have seen this fucker many times in his yellow lensed glasses, and have never, ever been compelled to say anything to him, and out of me comes this pointless yell, (he was past me by then), totally planted, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was fucking pissed off, and still am.
Nearly every outing the perps put on at least one gangstalker with yellow or orange lenses goggles or glasses. They even had me by a particular pair in the 2002 days of attempting to use countermeasures, and they had me pay over $100 for a special pair of laser goggles. I used them a few times, but it became clear that I was extra bait with these on. And still, every outing of significance, over 10 minutes, they put on an orange or yellow lensed operative.
2245h
I am listening to Jill Barber again, as I cannot get enough of her. While doing so I am looking at stereo gear, stoking my ever vain lust for expensive equipment. No doubt all this looking at box shaped objects fits into the grande plan, but it suits us both, my mind-keepers as my constant unwanted companions.
Time to call this one done and posting this abbreviated blog.
It was a setup from the getgo, as I was at the local supermarket yesterday, on a chocolate run, and "forgot" the one item I was out of, chicken. Back again, to get more chocolate of the same brand and type, and chicken. Would I be considered too suspicious if the chocolate was to serve as a brown color reference, all because they cannot get enough brown colors in front of my face, and won't let me purchase brown colored clothing to replace the same items that suffered accelerated wear? Not in this life, where every crumb and dust bunny is managed for timing, color, location, disposition (what I am going to do with it), and its interaction with its substrate (what it is on). A navy blue dust bunny arrived in advance of taking a post-shit shower yesterday, my regular Monday crap that is now running nearly six months in this weekday arrangement.
As the total turnaround time at the supermarket from my apartment is under ten minutes, save the odd checkout obstruction stunt, this is a relatively compact time for the perps to put me through a full-on freakshow, but they did try. Apart from two same navy blue metallic finish vehicles parked outside the apartment when I got out, in file with one vehicle space between them, and some ambulatory gangstalkers whose particular act cannot be recalled, the first "over the top" stunt was a faux drunk lying on the sidewalk, concrete surface note, some 40' from the intersection, top of his head facing me. Some "concerned citizens" were in attendance, and the perps have long drained me of having an empathy for this kind of show.
The outside-to-inside gangatalker dude was in hospital colors, a white shirt and pastel green extra baggy shorts to his knees, and he did the now customary stop-in-his-tracks stunt, looking down at his tatooed leg, likely to draw attention to it for me to observe. He was walking in front of the supermarket, and for once didn't lead ahead of me, but walked by the sentries, the faux canvassers in disgusting yellow fleece vests holding their plastic covered binders with a paper insert on the cover. So... I go in the E. door, the closest one, get my shopping basket after the stack was gangstlked by this dude in a red shirt, and head to the hot cookedchicken display. And lo, if my outside-to-inside gangstalker wasn't there ahead of me, picking up his chicken after exhibiting no particular evaluation as to which kind that he wanted. And as it "so happened" there was no half chickens, what I normally purchase, and no free range chickens, also my usual choice. I had to settle for two heavily herbed breast pieces they dinged me $10 for when whole chickens go for less. Then onto the chocolate to increase the supply, and then onto get tapenade where a female gangstalker in a deep red coat was doing hangaround duty, and as it turned out, where they "happened" to be out of tapenade, both kinds.
Then onto the checkout, where the cheerful once-blonde cashier was on duty. I know her from at least four years ago in my vehicle ownership days where I shopped some two miles away. She was blonde then and as far as I could tell, it was her natural color. Well now, she works at this local supermarket (it seems), though she isn't the only "staff member" to follow me to this local store. Anyhow, she is in a fugly red-brown dyed hair job, and as regular readers will know, red tinged dyed hair is one of the Unfavored attributes the perps like to present to me in varying ways. And it "so happens" that yesterday's cashier was one checkout away, and her hair color is near identical to this cashier's, but is a natural color as far as I can tell. This red-brown color represents the thin edge of the wedge it seems; the perps attempt to detect the neural energetic correlates for why I loathe the sight of red hair. (Which may be a consequence of long ago events for which they applied recall deletion, though the subconscious recall is still extant, and they cannot yet fuck with it). In essence, with the aid of these two cashiers and other orchestrated gangstalkers, they have changed the color tone to near acceptable bronze color (red-brown), and are also comparing the real thing to a dye job emulation. If I don't like red hair, why do I have a billion dollar project hounding my ass covertly (to the unknowing observer, overt harassment to me), playing fucking games with hair color for over six years, never mind what transpired before? And yes, I did have more that a few red-haired seatmates in highschool.
I got my gangstalking posse on my way out the door, and and on the street, and they even put on a crimson red coated male to walk straight at me and then avert his path some 6' from me, the long noted walk-straight-at-me stunt that is getting so tired. All to raise some kind of angst in me as to what the fucker is going to do. I never had so many of this kind of near-threatening public walking behavior until the perps went into overt harassment beginning in 2002.
And when I got to the street corner again, the faux drunk was doing some rolling around on the sidewalk this time, with his "attendants" still standing over him. The perps even added an ambulance noise into the mix, though it never arrived locally. Then more games with dudes in red, then when in the sunlight, and then in the shade, and then having a same red colored vehicle crossing the sidewalk at a driveway some 40' ahead, all to provide more deep red color "action" for the endless orchestration games.
And I see that they have put a deep brown colored ceramic tile in one of the two elevators, but haven't finished the job yet. These part finished projects can go on for weeks, and it seems that they want to expose me to the base of the elevator, the tile, and they even left a 2" square section of the old grotty carpet behind as well, a three surface/color game that will doubtless be completed when the perps are finished their color/substance interaction assay games. (A color energetics interaction with me, or more precisely, with my feet and footwear).
And I notice that the church bells are ringing, a tad early for the usual Tuesday night practice, but I am much used to these routines changing up, except for when they fuck with my own.
2100h
I had a unanticipated four hour shutdown of this here PC, and as a consequence, not all of today's outing will be detailed. Not that there was anything too remarkable, but the perps did put the scare on me that I need to fix the front panel switch, as it has been erratic, all for the perp agenda mind you, for over a year. "Take away the excuses" was some pre-emptive advice I heard that covers the TI experience. Translated, that means avoid any situations that could be used as a cover story. I have been "thinking" of getting a quiet case for years, but the perps make sure I am too broke for that. Still, I must do something, perhaps just fixing the switch can be accomplished.
And what did the perps allow me to do while shutout from my PC? Reading, and re-reading Dark Mission by Richard Hoagland, a good book on how good science isn't appreciated by NASA, aka, Never A Straight Answer. I had no idea they reported to a military commander until Hogland pointed this out, believing the bull that it was a civilian agency. But, they would only let me read it for at most, 20 minutes at a time, and would then scramble me to make cognition untenable. Then I would write up my written journal, and then back to reading again. There were some other interesting timings too, dinner, another crap and shower to clean up, dusk onset, a horrific amount of faux traffic noise, earmuff use (dark green plastic), and other like coordination. They also had me sit 90 degrees from the normal reading position after pissing me off with stroboscopic flashes on the page. Another trick to force the end of reading is to put a fuzzy maser ball in my vision and place it exactly where I am to read, and it tracks my vision precisely, even without head movement. And how could that be without realtime neural access to my vision?
It all goes to show that I am not allowed to read a book for very long, and I have at least 1,000 books on my Amazon.com wish list. It won't be attainable anytime soon.
I went to gym this afternoon, and I had my posse of ambulatory gangstalkers around me, there and back, and the usual freaks and wierds at the gym, many of them sitting around doing nothing, unlike any gym I have ever been to. The freak I call Ethnic Gut has returned again, "featuring" himself to look extra obvious that he was doing nothing but posing for me to see. That he was in his disgusting bright yellow shirt did not help, and made it all the easier to spot the fucker in my peripherial vision, something the perps have been working hard on. They want to know what energetics occur the instant that I see someone I know, especially if an operative or their shill.
And the Grotesque Granny was also at the gym again, loitering not far from me like last week, and then hanging around in the auric penumbra of a blonde who mysteriously traded places with another woman who regularly "shows up" as some kind of bait. Attractive and fit; a diversion to be sure, and in being so, some kind of Favored demographic group member, even if not blonde. But "somehow", always when I am not looking, she was swapped out and then a blonde woman, also meeting those exact specifications "ended up" in her place. The the Granny took five minutes to hang an exercise mat, loitering in the blonde's auric penumbra all the time. Then the blonde moved 10' away to do some more stretches, and lo, if the Granny didn't end up behind the blonde again, loitering in her auric penumbra. I am hung up on the word, penumbra, so it must be planted, and is likely one the perps use. They like me to use their vocabulary at the specified time; they kept me from the word gangstalker for the first year of being harassed, as I used the term "cluster fuckers", though it didn't quite convey the same meaning.
penumbraI had some highly irregular ambulatory gangstalkers, one was some 6' ahead of me, he then makes a 12' turn off the sidewalk to go to this neighborhood pub, and then swings around at the entrance and takes another path to resume walking on the sidewalk. And in doing so, he stares at me looking at this bizarre walking pattern. I passed by him, which was what I was intending to do, as he was irritating to look at with his goofy extra wide arm swing. Then the fucker tails me for another five minutes, and then starts singing and grunting while walking some 20' behind me.
a. the partial or imperfect shadow outside the complete shadow of an opaque body, as a planet, where the light from the source of illumination is only partly cut off.
b. the grayish marginal portion of a sunspot.
I had at least four negros on gangstalking duty, one staring at me as she was revealed standing behind this ditzing large dude in black clothing. How she got from 10' away, to standing exactly behind this fucker must have been a teleport job, as I expected to see her walking at some point. Again, this fits the pattern of peekaboo games, one the perps routine exercise with vehicular gangstalking. Typically, they hide the red colored vehicles in a train of white and silver-grey vehicles and then have it swing wide at the chosen moment to play peekaboo. Anyhow, she was looking right at me as she revealed herself, which was most odd. This seems to be the latest in the perps games to get negroes in close to me, but for me not to see them. Fucking weird to say the least.
And the routine is that the perps put on certain gangstalkers when I am in the gym, have me later go on the treadmill looking outside through the window glass, and then parade the chosen gangstalkers outside, as if departing the premises. And this is what they did for the two female negro gangstalkers, about five minutes apart when they seemed to be mother daughter related. Another instance of making sure I got it wrong, something that plays out at least a dozen times per day.
And another incident that pissed me off today was the perps causing me to behave in a way that was totally foreign to what I would do. This regular Tuesday/Thursday post-gym class cycling ganstalker dude in white hair, who gangstalked me at my last place with his activity in "working" for the adjacent clothing charity, was 4' away from me on his bicycle, one of the few in the cycling lane. He stares at me for no reason, and then the perps had me yell at this asshole. I have seen this fucker many times in his yellow lensed glasses, and have never, ever been compelled to say anything to him, and out of me comes this pointless yell, (he was past me by then), totally planted, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was fucking pissed off, and still am.
Nearly every outing the perps put on at least one gangstalker with yellow or orange lenses goggles or glasses. They even had me by a particular pair in the 2002 days of attempting to use countermeasures, and they had me pay over $100 for a special pair of laser goggles. I used them a few times, but it became clear that I was extra bait with these on. And still, every outing of significance, over 10 minutes, they put on an orange or yellow lensed operative.
2245h
I am listening to Jill Barber again, as I cannot get enough of her. While doing so I am looking at stereo gear, stoking my ever vain lust for expensive equipment. No doubt all this looking at box shaped objects fits into the grande plan, but it suits us both, my mind-keepers as my constant unwanted companions.
Time to call this one done and posting this abbreviated blog.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Not Allowed to Reach for the Desired Faucet Control
1100h
The title refers to the stunt the assholes pulled on me first thing this morning, dithering my knowledge of which faucet control was hot, and which was cold, and then pulling this shit again when I wanted to turn it off. It is just another example of my contained existence with an malevolent overseeing organization, right down to all thoughts. Either that, or else it is a severe neurological condition, not knowing which faucet knob is hot and cold when I have known this for over 50 years, with the odd exception of those that have been connected backwards, another stunt they have arranged at my parent's place. I have never convinced any doctor that I need to see a neurologist, therefore, the default explanation is that it is remotely applied mind-control. But feel free to send me any other explanations as to how 50 years of habit can be erased on an situational basis; that is, as an instignating prompt to enrage me. And rage-ification is the first and foremost perp play, and is invariably timed to be concurrent with handling brown colored substances; coffee and peanut butter as everyday staples in my breakfast diet.
The clunking and fake neighbor water use noises went into overdrive as I typed the above paragraph, and it would seem that the perps are back to noisestalking me over my knowledge of being harassed and noisestalked. A circular game they like to pull; as soon as I know I have been fucked with, some hundreds of times per day, the perps like to arrange noise at the moment of realization.
1335h
This is the interim between yoga and gym, and serves as enough time to eat lunch and do some web browsing as well as blogging. The perps are all over me after yoga, as it seems that they gain something from this, (all the spine stretching) and wish to apply it elsewhere. Which is why some of the hasty leaving class members seem vaguely familiar on the way back; they are morphed-over yoga classmates. Or, at least, that is the notion that is planted for me to say/believe. I have been long convinced of the perps' abilities to change their physical form, and they in turn have provided many gangstalkers/operatives who look a little bit different, and then later, even more different than the putative person that is suggested as the one. It all gets very confusing, and I am being messed with as I write this, hence this stilted syntax.
The perps put on a guppy operative on my way to yoga; these are individuals, usually males, that wander around with their mouth hanging open. This one dude was loitering at the corner of two streets, and I was approaching to walk straight pass this act. When about 10' away, he turns toward me with a gaping mouth, which was bad enough, and his masters had arranged a string of spittle to be spanning his upper and lower lip. It was fucking disgusting, and likely intended to be that way, given how automatic my "reactions" have become. Why they put this act on there I don't know, but regular readers and all TI's will know that the perps constantly present their mouth contents in some way; yawning, talking, chewing food, tongue pressed against the cheek, tongue hanging out, or some variation of mouth contents exposure.
The perps even put on a hurlworthy Unfavored freak as soon as I exited the yoga practice room; a loping dude in mid-brown clothing color with long matted hair. That is five Unfavored characteristics, the first being the walking gait; the perps are putting on more loping, bobbing, waddling and otherwise strange gaited gangstalkers, mostly as males. I don't know why they are doing this, save the usual categorization as being an Unfavored characteristic, a strange gait to which I have some adverse subconscious reaction to. Not that I am aware of any reaction, but the perps are looking for neural based responses that aren't even known to me. Just another bizarre facet of being contained in this caged netherworld where nothing can be taken at face value. As the final freak in the freakshow when I came back from yoga, they put on an 250lb thuggy dude with tatoos on his arms for me to see, standing in the elevator lobby when I entered. And given that the elevators didn't arrive promptly, and I took the stairwell instead, it was possibly as some kind of distance dependent test.
Another Unfavored prop/look of late has been to adorn the gangstalkers with do-rags and like perverse hair-wear. One of the women in the yoga class had a 6" wide hairband around her hair, a possible emulation of a do-rag on a male.
1720h
I have returned from gym, a 30 minute walk in each direction, and an hour of working out. I had plenty of ambulatory gangstalkers around me, tailing, leading or paralleling me, probably a 100 in all. There was the usual cavalcade of coordinated vehicles, arranged by color and type/body style, some 500 to 1,000 mobile vehicles, and that many again in parked configurations.
There were three blonde female coordinators for the gym class today; a new blonde was added today, Alana by name. Last week's new blonde woman is named Jenn. And it "so happens" that I know an Alana from my yoga class, and a Jenn as a sometime coordinator for the gym class, she of black hair as well as attractive. And who knows who they really are; morphovers or real individuals? Or the same individuals by those very names who are morphed over? It is difficult to believe that both the new coordinators' names are the same as others I know, and what kind of games does this portend in the netherworld I have been cast into?
And as I attended only one gym class this week, the perps have used this opportunity to downgrade my strength and stamina, as if it were so mutable. They only let me run 9 minutes on the treadmill, down from the days of covert harassment when they would let me go 20 minutes at most, and then later sacked me out keeping me at 12 minutes or so before they outed themselves in my apartment in 2002 and have kept up this harassment 24x7. I am not allowed to run on the street for more than 5 minutes before this inordinant "tiredness" sweeps over and makes running a totally pointless experience.
The big color event outside and inside the gym was mid-blue tones. As I turned the corner to the street the OB Rec. Center is on, there was a cluster of three same mid-blue vehicles in the parking area, and some 200' ahead, the perps had arranged a scissor boom some 20' off the road, painted in the same blue color. And when walking the last 200' to the gym, the perps put on plenty of blue plasma flashes in front of me to supplement the same blue colored parked vehicles. At the entrance, they arranged two dudes in conversation, in Spanish no less, with a shopping basket between them, containing a blue plastic tarp. When in the gym, lo, if a negro woman wasn't in the same blue color of clothing and pointlessly loitering around me. Once I was on the treadmill and looking out the front window, why there she was again, leaving the premises. And she might have been the last person to use the thigh equipment before I did. The perps also flashed me with a blue colored light from the elevator buttons, now working again, and I saw plenty of same mid-blue vehicles on the gangstalking circuit when walking to the gym and back.
The gym class members were their usual gangstalking selves, and it was a three freak show for the class. Only Ethnic Gut, the green-brownish oily squat dude with the large tummy was putting himself in my view. When I was on the treadmill, he passed behind me from right to left to then loitered at the water fountain in my left side peripherial view. I turned my head to the right so he was not in my peripherial vision, and that worked until he then doubled back and was in my right side peripherial vision. As soon as I saw the asshole in his hard-to-miss puke yellow shirt in my right side vision, a sudden noise went off, and I moved my head back to looking straight ahead, again keeping him out of view. This is an example of how it goes, and that events such as these are scripted all the time.
2200h
I am recovering from a nonstop harassment fuckover while making dinner and then doing the dishes afterward. The perps planted fake touches on my arms and fingers, made every noise louder and longer despite my usual precautions to reduce the excuses, pulled objects from my grasp, and when yelling at them, they fucked with my syntax and jammed my ability to retrieve the intended words. This was going all the time, and I haven't been harassed so doggedly before this depraved outburst from them. And of course, they added background noise while I was swearing at them, this time yelling children at 1800h, when there are none in this neighborhood. Finally it was over, and I could be left alone to some extent while online. I am getting some typo sabotage, and now, more fake insect creepy crawlies.
The perps put on at least eight wheelchair cases around me today, the most egregious was the weird in grey clothes and a mid-blue colored hat, smoking a cigarette, and at first tracking beside me for a block. Then he cranked up the speed and was driving in my usual right side path on the sidewalk, so I moved over some. And the perps made sure that I got plenty of his cigarette smoke, all to directly access sensory areas of the brain IMHO. The perps tell me that the "need" for the wheelchair acts to gangstalk me is to replicate the seated experience in a mobile fashion, all to compare whatever bioenergetics data they gain from me seated at my desk, to apply while I am walking. Not my problem, so why am I involved in it without any consent?
And of note, some 80% of these motorized wheelchair acts are in a metallic flake deep red color, much like one of their favorite gangstalk vehicle colors (see pictures below). I don't really know if the wheelchair acts are to re-invoke subconscious adverse reactions, or that they represent a seated presence around me in public for pure bioenergetics comparison purposes. Either way, the perps know I loathe the sight of medical paraphenalia, and their long past incursions in my developmental years may have caused this. They haven't been able to access subconscious recall until the past year it would seem, and they may well be working on it as I write this. There are no end of light and noise games that are occuring simutaneously with sighting Unfavored subjects, so it seems that they don't yet know how to fully access these kinds of recollections. And of note, I cannot either, as they may have deleted my conscious recall of these putative traumatic events.
Onto some diversionary pictures, and the red show that was on yesterday, along with the red plasma clouds they put in front of me. This, after seeing a picture of Cyd Charise in an all red dance outfit.
Taken 06-18-2008, 1654h. This is the 900 block View St. looking NE. and there six red colored vehicles in this picture, and the following pictures cover the rest of my balcony view at that time. Four red vehicles with a single black colored one in the file on the right, and a fifth red vehicle directly across the street from them. The sixth red vehicle is at the very top of the frame and in the shade, parked behind the blue colored vehicle.
Taken 06-18-2008, 1654h and made to be out of focus by perp fuckery. This is an extension of the above scene from my balcony; four parked vehicles, a white, a deep green behind the tree, and two deep metallic red colored vehicles. Counting all the red colored vehicles so far, eight, but there is more.
Taken 06-18-2008, 1654h, looking SE. Another three parked red vehicles in the small opening I can see between the trees, and an additional brown colored pickup truck with cut foliage in the box, and some kind of red plastic on top of the pile. Interesting that the cut foliage is spatially arranged beside the live foliage of the tree. That makes 11 red colored parked vehicles arranged around my apartment. I count 10 more vehicles that aren't colored red, for a red vehicle count of 11/21. Will anyone dare suggest that I am making this up?
And to add yet more orchestral silliness, check out the day-glo plastic traffic cones that have been arranged outside the rightmost red pickup truck for no apparent reason, and then one on top of its cab. All to arrange some kind of comparative red interaction of the traffic cones between the asphalt and the pickup cab. (And when I thought of this perp objective, extensive rumbling started overhead, projected noise from their remote harassment site). Strange as it may seem, this is not the first time the perps have arranged a dayglo traffic cone on top of a vehicle. They will even place them on rooftops.
Taken 06-18-2008, 1720h. Why not pass a mobile red colored vehicle down the red vehicle lined street for funzies. If you can zoom in, add a dude in the near ubiquitous red shirts they are suddenly wearing, and a blonde in mid-grey behind him, the picture catching her ridiculous arm swinging walk that is almost mandatory among the ambulatory gangstalkers.
Anyhow, one can go silly taking so many arranged vehicle pictures, as there are plenty of opportunities, but not all the time. And since I "forget" to take my camera out now, these balcony shots are the best that I can get, save special occasions. So yes, 06-18-2008, was a big day for red color games, and the highlight (of a kind) was they placed these red plasma clouds inside my apartment, and alternated them with an apple green color. I suspect there will be more of these full vision color tests, as they are still working with smaller color props.
I noted in past blog postings on gym visitations that the perps had some special arrangements to place gangstalkers around where I, and others in my class were working out. There was three of us pulled from the floor exercise room to work out in the public area on mats side by side; me on the left, a small red haired and brown shirted woman on my immediate right, and the blonde class coordinator working out as well. Once we finished the stretches we were done, and then needed a pass for the next visitation and to write up the excercises in the book. The three of us vacated the area at about the same time and hung up our mats. Then I noted a dude in scraggly hair and a mid-grey colored shirt occupied the area where the blonde woman class coordinator worked out, another person established themselves over the exact location of the red headed woman, and a brown topped woman in brown skin, likely a well tanned Caucasian, began exercising over where I had been. This new arrangement of taking me out of the floor exercise room allows the perps to rush their chosen operatives in their particular colors of clothes and skin to locate themselves exactly where I had been. And that they are undertaking this to also attempt to gather some kind of auric glow off the exact location of others, placing the Unfavored in their place. This is very similar to placing the Unfavored behind blondes as I have indicated in past blog postings.
2145h
The overhead pounding and clunking continues as I read movie reviews; as always, this is steel and concrete building, and there is about 12" between levels, and yet "somehow" my putative upstairs "neighbor" can make noises that somehow transfers down to me. Though in fact, the assholes can project sound from remote locations to be heard elsewhere, and they have done this plenty often.
Another example of the weirdness of placing operatives in specific public locations to be then replaced by a second operative was evident today. I was waiting for the traffic control to cross on a crosswalk and there was a couple on the opposite side waiting to cross, and a larger woman standing back some 4' from the front of the crosswalk, seeming not doing anything, save look profoundly odd while standing around for no apparent purpose. Then the couple "decided" (with amazing unanimity) to not wait at the crosswalk, but to double back some 8' and then take another direction, 90 degrees down the street, instead of crossing it. Odd enough, but then the woman doing nothing moved into the location exactly where the couple were, and then when I was checking this out, the dude member of the couple pulled his shoe off, held it up high, feigning to look inside of it, and then put it on again. It would seem that the perp objective was to attain some kind of energetic transference between the locations, and that holding up his shoe was part of this correlation stunt.
Just more wierd bullshit that goes on, all to harass the living fuck out of me, and largely because the perps fucked up with their traumatization abuse before I was 5 or 6 years old. If I had developed split personalities from this putative abuse, I doubt that they would of selected me for this depraved harassment exercise they are now perpetrating upon me. They have had plenty of unfortuneate subjects who splintered their personalities in their young developmental years, (e.g. Catherine O'Brien) and I wasn't one of them. Who knew abuse came as standard treatment in the 1950's, all to extend the experimental depravities of WW II? And they are still at it, 100 hundred years late if the Air Loom Gang story is true, and are confounded by the effects of all the toxins we have ingested. And the overhead pounding (12" of concrete, recall) has just started up another round.
2240h
More music listening, and the additional "environmental" noises as added accompaniment.
It is time to call this posting done for the day, and hope for less harassment tomorrow. Today has also been made more aggravating because the noise of everything has been amped up today, including this keyboard as I am typing.
The title refers to the stunt the assholes pulled on me first thing this morning, dithering my knowledge of which faucet control was hot, and which was cold, and then pulling this shit again when I wanted to turn it off. It is just another example of my contained existence with an malevolent overseeing organization, right down to all thoughts. Either that, or else it is a severe neurological condition, not knowing which faucet knob is hot and cold when I have known this for over 50 years, with the odd exception of those that have been connected backwards, another stunt they have arranged at my parent's place. I have never convinced any doctor that I need to see a neurologist, therefore, the default explanation is that it is remotely applied mind-control. But feel free to send me any other explanations as to how 50 years of habit can be erased on an situational basis; that is, as an instignating prompt to enrage me. And rage-ification is the first and foremost perp play, and is invariably timed to be concurrent with handling brown colored substances; coffee and peanut butter as everyday staples in my breakfast diet.
The clunking and fake neighbor water use noises went into overdrive as I typed the above paragraph, and it would seem that the perps are back to noisestalking me over my knowledge of being harassed and noisestalked. A circular game they like to pull; as soon as I know I have been fucked with, some hundreds of times per day, the perps like to arrange noise at the moment of realization.
1335h
This is the interim between yoga and gym, and serves as enough time to eat lunch and do some web browsing as well as blogging. The perps are all over me after yoga, as it seems that they gain something from this, (all the spine stretching) and wish to apply it elsewhere. Which is why some of the hasty leaving class members seem vaguely familiar on the way back; they are morphed-over yoga classmates. Or, at least, that is the notion that is planted for me to say/believe. I have been long convinced of the perps' abilities to change their physical form, and they in turn have provided many gangstalkers/operatives who look a little bit different, and then later, even more different than the putative person that is suggested as the one. It all gets very confusing, and I am being messed with as I write this, hence this stilted syntax.
The perps put on a guppy operative on my way to yoga; these are individuals, usually males, that wander around with their mouth hanging open. This one dude was loitering at the corner of two streets, and I was approaching to walk straight pass this act. When about 10' away, he turns toward me with a gaping mouth, which was bad enough, and his masters had arranged a string of spittle to be spanning his upper and lower lip. It was fucking disgusting, and likely intended to be that way, given how automatic my "reactions" have become. Why they put this act on there I don't know, but regular readers and all TI's will know that the perps constantly present their mouth contents in some way; yawning, talking, chewing food, tongue pressed against the cheek, tongue hanging out, or some variation of mouth contents exposure.
The perps even put on a hurlworthy Unfavored freak as soon as I exited the yoga practice room; a loping dude in mid-brown clothing color with long matted hair. That is five Unfavored characteristics, the first being the walking gait; the perps are putting on more loping, bobbing, waddling and otherwise strange gaited gangstalkers, mostly as males. I don't know why they are doing this, save the usual categorization as being an Unfavored characteristic, a strange gait to which I have some adverse subconscious reaction to. Not that I am aware of any reaction, but the perps are looking for neural based responses that aren't even known to me. Just another bizarre facet of being contained in this caged netherworld where nothing can be taken at face value. As the final freak in the freakshow when I came back from yoga, they put on an 250lb thuggy dude with tatoos on his arms for me to see, standing in the elevator lobby when I entered. And given that the elevators didn't arrive promptly, and I took the stairwell instead, it was possibly as some kind of distance dependent test.
Another Unfavored prop/look of late has been to adorn the gangstalkers with do-rags and like perverse hair-wear. One of the women in the yoga class had a 6" wide hairband around her hair, a possible emulation of a do-rag on a male.
1720h
I have returned from gym, a 30 minute walk in each direction, and an hour of working out. I had plenty of ambulatory gangstalkers around me, tailing, leading or paralleling me, probably a 100 in all. There was the usual cavalcade of coordinated vehicles, arranged by color and type/body style, some 500 to 1,000 mobile vehicles, and that many again in parked configurations.
There were three blonde female coordinators for the gym class today; a new blonde was added today, Alana by name. Last week's new blonde woman is named Jenn. And it "so happens" that I know an Alana from my yoga class, and a Jenn as a sometime coordinator for the gym class, she of black hair as well as attractive. And who knows who they really are; morphovers or real individuals? Or the same individuals by those very names who are morphed over? It is difficult to believe that both the new coordinators' names are the same as others I know, and what kind of games does this portend in the netherworld I have been cast into?
And as I attended only one gym class this week, the perps have used this opportunity to downgrade my strength and stamina, as if it were so mutable. They only let me run 9 minutes on the treadmill, down from the days of covert harassment when they would let me go 20 minutes at most, and then later sacked me out keeping me at 12 minutes or so before they outed themselves in my apartment in 2002 and have kept up this harassment 24x7. I am not allowed to run on the street for more than 5 minutes before this inordinant "tiredness" sweeps over and makes running a totally pointless experience.
The big color event outside and inside the gym was mid-blue tones. As I turned the corner to the street the OB Rec. Center is on, there was a cluster of three same mid-blue vehicles in the parking area, and some 200' ahead, the perps had arranged a scissor boom some 20' off the road, painted in the same blue color. And when walking the last 200' to the gym, the perps put on plenty of blue plasma flashes in front of me to supplement the same blue colored parked vehicles. At the entrance, they arranged two dudes in conversation, in Spanish no less, with a shopping basket between them, containing a blue plastic tarp. When in the gym, lo, if a negro woman wasn't in the same blue color of clothing and pointlessly loitering around me. Once I was on the treadmill and looking out the front window, why there she was again, leaving the premises. And she might have been the last person to use the thigh equipment before I did. The perps also flashed me with a blue colored light from the elevator buttons, now working again, and I saw plenty of same mid-blue vehicles on the gangstalking circuit when walking to the gym and back.
The gym class members were their usual gangstalking selves, and it was a three freak show for the class. Only Ethnic Gut, the green-brownish oily squat dude with the large tummy was putting himself in my view. When I was on the treadmill, he passed behind me from right to left to then loitered at the water fountain in my left side peripherial view. I turned my head to the right so he was not in my peripherial vision, and that worked until he then doubled back and was in my right side peripherial vision. As soon as I saw the asshole in his hard-to-miss puke yellow shirt in my right side vision, a sudden noise went off, and I moved my head back to looking straight ahead, again keeping him out of view. This is an example of how it goes, and that events such as these are scripted all the time.
2200h
I am recovering from a nonstop harassment fuckover while making dinner and then doing the dishes afterward. The perps planted fake touches on my arms and fingers, made every noise louder and longer despite my usual precautions to reduce the excuses, pulled objects from my grasp, and when yelling at them, they fucked with my syntax and jammed my ability to retrieve the intended words. This was going all the time, and I haven't been harassed so doggedly before this depraved outburst from them. And of course, they added background noise while I was swearing at them, this time yelling children at 1800h, when there are none in this neighborhood. Finally it was over, and I could be left alone to some extent while online. I am getting some typo sabotage, and now, more fake insect creepy crawlies.
The perps put on at least eight wheelchair cases around me today, the most egregious was the weird in grey clothes and a mid-blue colored hat, smoking a cigarette, and at first tracking beside me for a block. Then he cranked up the speed and was driving in my usual right side path on the sidewalk, so I moved over some. And the perps made sure that I got plenty of his cigarette smoke, all to directly access sensory areas of the brain IMHO. The perps tell me that the "need" for the wheelchair acts to gangstalk me is to replicate the seated experience in a mobile fashion, all to compare whatever bioenergetics data they gain from me seated at my desk, to apply while I am walking. Not my problem, so why am I involved in it without any consent?
And of note, some 80% of these motorized wheelchair acts are in a metallic flake deep red color, much like one of their favorite gangstalk vehicle colors (see pictures below). I don't really know if the wheelchair acts are to re-invoke subconscious adverse reactions, or that they represent a seated presence around me in public for pure bioenergetics comparison purposes. Either way, the perps know I loathe the sight of medical paraphenalia, and their long past incursions in my developmental years may have caused this. They haven't been able to access subconscious recall until the past year it would seem, and they may well be working on it as I write this. There are no end of light and noise games that are occuring simutaneously with sighting Unfavored subjects, so it seems that they don't yet know how to fully access these kinds of recollections. And of note, I cannot either, as they may have deleted my conscious recall of these putative traumatic events.
Onto some diversionary pictures, and the red show that was on yesterday, along with the red plasma clouds they put in front of me. This, after seeing a picture of Cyd Charise in an all red dance outfit.
Taken 06-18-2008, 1654h. This is the 900 block View St. looking NE. and there six red colored vehicles in this picture, and the following pictures cover the rest of my balcony view at that time. Four red vehicles with a single black colored one in the file on the right, and a fifth red vehicle directly across the street from them. The sixth red vehicle is at the very top of the frame and in the shade, parked behind the blue colored vehicle.
Taken 06-18-2008, 1654h and made to be out of focus by perp fuckery. This is an extension of the above scene from my balcony; four parked vehicles, a white, a deep green behind the tree, and two deep metallic red colored vehicles. Counting all the red colored vehicles so far, eight, but there is more.
Taken 06-18-2008, 1654h, looking SE. Another three parked red vehicles in the small opening I can see between the trees, and an additional brown colored pickup truck with cut foliage in the box, and some kind of red plastic on top of the pile. Interesting that the cut foliage is spatially arranged beside the live foliage of the tree. That makes 11 red colored parked vehicles arranged around my apartment. I count 10 more vehicles that aren't colored red, for a red vehicle count of 11/21. Will anyone dare suggest that I am making this up?
And to add yet more orchestral silliness, check out the day-glo plastic traffic cones that have been arranged outside the rightmost red pickup truck for no apparent reason, and then one on top of its cab. All to arrange some kind of comparative red interaction of the traffic cones between the asphalt and the pickup cab. (And when I thought of this perp objective, extensive rumbling started overhead, projected noise from their remote harassment site). Strange as it may seem, this is not the first time the perps have arranged a dayglo traffic cone on top of a vehicle. They will even place them on rooftops.
Taken 06-18-2008, 1720h. Why not pass a mobile red colored vehicle down the red vehicle lined street for funzies. If you can zoom in, add a dude in the near ubiquitous red shirts they are suddenly wearing, and a blonde in mid-grey behind him, the picture catching her ridiculous arm swinging walk that is almost mandatory among the ambulatory gangstalkers.
Anyhow, one can go silly taking so many arranged vehicle pictures, as there are plenty of opportunities, but not all the time. And since I "forget" to take my camera out now, these balcony shots are the best that I can get, save special occasions. So yes, 06-18-2008, was a big day for red color games, and the highlight (of a kind) was they placed these red plasma clouds inside my apartment, and alternated them with an apple green color. I suspect there will be more of these full vision color tests, as they are still working with smaller color props.
I noted in past blog postings on gym visitations that the perps had some special arrangements to place gangstalkers around where I, and others in my class were working out. There was three of us pulled from the floor exercise room to work out in the public area on mats side by side; me on the left, a small red haired and brown shirted woman on my immediate right, and the blonde class coordinator working out as well. Once we finished the stretches we were done, and then needed a pass for the next visitation and to write up the excercises in the book. The three of us vacated the area at about the same time and hung up our mats. Then I noted a dude in scraggly hair and a mid-grey colored shirt occupied the area where the blonde woman class coordinator worked out, another person established themselves over the exact location of the red headed woman, and a brown topped woman in brown skin, likely a well tanned Caucasian, began exercising over where I had been. This new arrangement of taking me out of the floor exercise room allows the perps to rush their chosen operatives in their particular colors of clothes and skin to locate themselves exactly where I had been. And that they are undertaking this to also attempt to gather some kind of auric glow off the exact location of others, placing the Unfavored in their place. This is very similar to placing the Unfavored behind blondes as I have indicated in past blog postings.
2145h
The overhead pounding and clunking continues as I read movie reviews; as always, this is steel and concrete building, and there is about 12" between levels, and yet "somehow" my putative upstairs "neighbor" can make noises that somehow transfers down to me. Though in fact, the assholes can project sound from remote locations to be heard elsewhere, and they have done this plenty often.
Another example of the weirdness of placing operatives in specific public locations to be then replaced by a second operative was evident today. I was waiting for the traffic control to cross on a crosswalk and there was a couple on the opposite side waiting to cross, and a larger woman standing back some 4' from the front of the crosswalk, seeming not doing anything, save look profoundly odd while standing around for no apparent purpose. Then the couple "decided" (with amazing unanimity) to not wait at the crosswalk, but to double back some 8' and then take another direction, 90 degrees down the street, instead of crossing it. Odd enough, but then the woman doing nothing moved into the location exactly where the couple were, and then when I was checking this out, the dude member of the couple pulled his shoe off, held it up high, feigning to look inside of it, and then put it on again. It would seem that the perp objective was to attain some kind of energetic transference between the locations, and that holding up his shoe was part of this correlation stunt.
Just more wierd bullshit that goes on, all to harass the living fuck out of me, and largely because the perps fucked up with their traumatization abuse before I was 5 or 6 years old. If I had developed split personalities from this putative abuse, I doubt that they would of selected me for this depraved harassment exercise they are now perpetrating upon me. They have had plenty of unfortuneate subjects who splintered their personalities in their young developmental years, (e.g. Catherine O'Brien) and I wasn't one of them. Who knew abuse came as standard treatment in the 1950's, all to extend the experimental depravities of WW II? And they are still at it, 100 hundred years late if the Air Loom Gang story is true, and are confounded by the effects of all the toxins we have ingested. And the overhead pounding (12" of concrete, recall) has just started up another round.
2240h
More music listening, and the additional "environmental" noises as added accompaniment.
It is time to call this posting done for the day, and hope for less harassment tomorrow. Today has also been made more aggravating because the noise of everything has been amped up today, including this keyboard as I am typing.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Forced Coughing When Touching Brown Objects
1755h
This is the post dinner digestion period, always a big deal for the perps who have sustained plenty of annoying noise from outside for the last hour beforehand. It would seem that keeping up the same noise is a method of retaining their neural energetic correlations after eating brown colored food.
They started me with forced coughing at breakfast when eating cereal (brown colored), and then when eating chocolate with coffee, also brown colored. And lo, if they didn't make sure a wad of phlegm didn't arrive in my mouth and then was swallowed as the prelude to eating the last chocolate square. So far, this intermittent cough has been mostly a morning and then an evening event. though they did make me splutter some in yoga, after lapsing into some uncontrolled thought. There isn't much of my thoughts that are not controlled it seems; only retrospective judgemental determination seems to be not yet mind controlled. Very often I will make a judgement, like most people, as to a person's behavoir from any source; observed, read, or from my own recall of past events. As soon as such a determination is made, I get a kerchunk noise from above, a forced coughing, a crackle in my ear, a thwack noise from my jaw joint, overhead rumbling noise and other phenomenon. That doesn't leave much that isn't controlled. They did fake me out in the latter part of 2007 when I was writing up their accomplishments, causing me to think that I was totally controlled, which wasn't the case. Near enough, though.
Being a Thursday, it was yoga at 1130h and then gym at 1430h. The perps are decidedly planting negative thoughts about gym, the usual passage of events to have me end my involvement. Today's red shirt games was decidedly off-putting, lining up four dudes in the same crimson red shirts, each about 10' apart in a N.-S. oriented line. Mr. Sometimes was one of them; ostensibly a class member, and he has exonerated status to come whenever he wants, usually months apart nowadays, which is not allowed; the deal is full time or else you are out. This tubby dude was one of today's redshirts, and was doing all manner of posing and re-orienting himself for no seeming reason on the equipment 8' away from me on the stationary bicycle. I have never seen anyone in a gym go to such lengths to do so much standing around; back facing me, and then he would turn 90 degrees and stand there as if totally dumbstruck. I reckon he must be my out-of-town brother in morphover, as he also engaged in ambulatory gangstalking as well. He was walking away from the gym class as I was walking there for at least two appearences. Go figure. He seems to be arranged for big gangstalking events, where the perps have high expectations for whatever reason.
I saw enough red shirts at gym to make me hurl. The above four were aligned at one point, and there was at least another two who were in cirulation nearby. Later in the "transitional" group in the public warmdown area, there were at least another two red-shirts, same tone of red again, one being a woman on my right side who then passed onto my left side while I was doing floor exercises on the mat. Maybe the perps will let me be bold and cancel out on this bullshit, and today's extra attention was the finale.
Another gangstalker, a male in a blue camo jacket was on me for six return gangstalkings while I was at the gym. I passed him by with his skateboard at the ticket booth, and only five seconds later he was 2' behind me at the base of the stairs without his skateboard, following me up. Then when I exited the change room he magically was inserted 6' ahead of me, when he had enough intervening time to be working out. The he "disappeared" until the end of the class and "happened" to arrive in the workout area, and the class coordinator somehow knew him, even if he wasn't a class member. Once I was out on the street after some three minutes, he was on my ass again, skateboarding, and turned a corner in front of me. Then he skateboarded across the intersection on the crosswalk, and some minutes later, when he should of been long gone, he was paralleling me from across the street, and then turned another corner again. I don't think I have had a gangstalker who was as brazen as this one, which includes his skateboard ditching that he accomplished somehow.
I should relieve myself of this hassle and end the gym involvement, as it is getting to piss me off all the more. Too many wackos, and now that they have separated me with two others for some strange indeterminable reason from the rest of the class in the floor exercise room, the perps made sure I was getting fed up of it. We shall see, and I wouldn't mind getting some working activity instead of going there for the biweekly gangstalk swarm.
This morning, when at yoga, I had the class ringed around me, and they had me between two dudes; one who took my usual spot on the S. wall, and then one who came some 10 minutes later, after some "auric adjustment time", the term I use for the perp's incremental addition of the Unfavored in my proximity. And so, with all the promotion of heavy pranic breathing, I had these two puffing and huffing in stereo. The "bread lady" was also there, regular readers will know that she was the one waving a bag of bagels around after class, "offering" them to anone who wanted it. Is it not enough that I go past a bakery when transiting to/from yoga? Seemingly not, and even the police get in on the act when I was walking back on the sidewalk, arranging their tall brown colored police van next to me with the closest policewoman passenger eating a sandwich with her head turned 90 degrees for no reason.
I don't know quite what the big perps were so excited about today, putting on Mr. Sometimes at gym, and having me arranged between two dudes at yoga. I get plenty enough male gangstalker action as it is these days, and also in absurd clusters of them when there is no reason for all this faux conviviality. I even got a blatant negro woman gangstalker on sentry duty at the first intersection I encountered when heading off to gym. She was in an absurd long brown leather jacket, and standing at the intersection as if a pedestrian, but instead, elected to stay standing there, missing two lights to go in either direction. That she has some way fugly hair was likely part of the deal, more hurlworthy events from the Unfavored.
The perp's excitement might have been over their forced change in shaving routine they have me do, and that I have a Wednesday night bath to shave where I cannot conveniently access when standing at the mirror each morning. I used a new blade two days ago, and then turfed it last night after the weekly bath shave. Then, I started a new razor blade this morning while standing at the mirror, face and front torso. This added paragraph was so interesting that the perps started up the overhead vacuuming noise, hallway clicking sounds, and chopped Harley Davidson noise into the mix.
And there has been quite a few red vehicles put on for me today. I could see six or more red vehicles at a glance, usually at an intersection, at least three times today. While working out at the gym, and having only a E. view (leftside only) through the windows, there were seven red vehicles of varying tones, and at least two red shirts in the gym area on my right side.
The perps wouldn't let me purchase laundry detergent today, as much as I have been trying to for the last week. It seems much of the liquid detergent has suffered a "downsizing" of the packaging container. They all have got smaller since I last bought detergent, and the price remained the same. Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed over my laundry, and of course, the kind and nature and container color. I intended to purchase some unscented Tide, but the dude at the checkout explained that it was "HE" labelled, for high efficiency washing machines, the new standard it would seem, and that it wouldn't be appropriate to use it as he made the same mistake himself a short while ago. Sure, all that talk time, and waving his hands around the white plastic container with the silver grey cap and as well as holding it in the other hand, I sure he could be very convincing when someone can turn off my bullshit detection neural circuitry from afar. So, I didn't buy in after all, and this vignette was all about getting some "contact time" with a gangstalker over the just selected laundry detergent. This would be another example of the perps' aims in functional decomposition of all my activities in incremental segments. That is how I seen it, but I still haven't figured out their objectives as my out-of-town brother has a commercial laundry, so why jerk me around over my once per week laundry detergent use?
2130h
I got a zapping with an overhead clunking the instant that I read the word "Nuforce" in relation to a review of this stereo amplifier, and prior to that, reading a review of the same amp. This is how it goes; everything I do, see, read, think or otherwise percieve is under intense scrutiny. Read a word twice in an evening, and zap, clunk and then I yell at the assholes.
Before that, they had me coughing on cue, this infernal dry cough they have decided to invoke, and with no other cold condition. And more coughing as I begin this line, all for resuming my blogging as an example of how trivial their neural pursuits are. It is fucking bizarre to live a life like this and be contained in it with no freedom to escape. Tomorrow I try Seroquel, to see if the "stress" becomes less. It either could be an orchestrated reduction in being harassed (removing the excuses), or simply the latest medication invasion along with the pill color for yet more deep neural trovings by my mind-keepers. My money is on the latter, being that is all I know; more harassment for more perp gains at greater personal expense. Like they care anyhow. The most depraved assholes of all mankind are at the levers of the controls of god-like powers. It is that bad, and more likely worse for all that I don't know about their influence, which I suspect is substantial.
2200h
More forced coughing, and now, overhead tapping noise. Not forgetting that there is 12" of concrete and steel between me and the apartment above.
2225h
I am getting a tinge of red added into white voids as seen on this LCD display. Back to that game again, and increasing my displeasure in seeing these colors. At dusk onset, the perps "yellowed up" my display as well as introducing yellow colored light from the "reflections" of the nearby residential towers.
I see the perps have resumed the black spotting and seeming blood smearing of my bedsheets again, under the guise of it being remaining bed bugs that survived the spraying four days ago. As usual, I have no bites, and it has to be the perps at it again, fucking with my bedsheets, an ongoing obsession of theirs that defies the cover story; the bed bugs are dead. These black spots are known to be loci the perps use to redirect maser beams I have come to learn. As before, the top sheet has been black spotted, and the bottom sheet has been given the blood smear treatment, no doubt building up into a radial pattern that will cover a circle by the time they are done. The pillow cases are getting renewed black spotting. If I am allowed to remember tomorrow, I will unload my camera's pictures to show the mess before it was laundered this weekend, and to some loss, as the top sheet was made into a peach color, and the bottom sheet was given a 3" rip. I also noted that the matress cover, which remained at this apartment, was also holed in my absence. The perps cannot get enough holes punched in my bedding it would seem.
I had some strange never-before dreams just before I awakening this morning; it was about Serbia, a place I know little about, have never visited, and have no other association with it. Again, this is dream intrusion IMHO, as this degree of specificity in dreams never happened before the perps jumped on my back in 2002. What their intent is with respect to this kind of dream property I do not know, and it is only one more tiresome intrusion into my life that I was never asked about being involved in. The supreme thanklessness of the perps after covertly following me for 47 years, and then jumping me with this life-rape subjugation I am being kept in will never be forgotten as long as I have a say in my own existence.
2300h
Time to call this one done for the day; all of the above was typed up while listening the the Wailin' Jennys, a concert recording.
This is the post dinner digestion period, always a big deal for the perps who have sustained plenty of annoying noise from outside for the last hour beforehand. It would seem that keeping up the same noise is a method of retaining their neural energetic correlations after eating brown colored food.
They started me with forced coughing at breakfast when eating cereal (brown colored), and then when eating chocolate with coffee, also brown colored. And lo, if they didn't make sure a wad of phlegm didn't arrive in my mouth and then was swallowed as the prelude to eating the last chocolate square. So far, this intermittent cough has been mostly a morning and then an evening event. though they did make me splutter some in yoga, after lapsing into some uncontrolled thought. There isn't much of my thoughts that are not controlled it seems; only retrospective judgemental determination seems to be not yet mind controlled. Very often I will make a judgement, like most people, as to a person's behavoir from any source; observed, read, or from my own recall of past events. As soon as such a determination is made, I get a kerchunk noise from above, a forced coughing, a crackle in my ear, a thwack noise from my jaw joint, overhead rumbling noise and other phenomenon. That doesn't leave much that isn't controlled. They did fake me out in the latter part of 2007 when I was writing up their accomplishments, causing me to think that I was totally controlled, which wasn't the case. Near enough, though.
Being a Thursday, it was yoga at 1130h and then gym at 1430h. The perps are decidedly planting negative thoughts about gym, the usual passage of events to have me end my involvement. Today's red shirt games was decidedly off-putting, lining up four dudes in the same crimson red shirts, each about 10' apart in a N.-S. oriented line. Mr. Sometimes was one of them; ostensibly a class member, and he has exonerated status to come whenever he wants, usually months apart nowadays, which is not allowed; the deal is full time or else you are out. This tubby dude was one of today's redshirts, and was doing all manner of posing and re-orienting himself for no seeming reason on the equipment 8' away from me on the stationary bicycle. I have never seen anyone in a gym go to such lengths to do so much standing around; back facing me, and then he would turn 90 degrees and stand there as if totally dumbstruck. I reckon he must be my out-of-town brother in morphover, as he also engaged in ambulatory gangstalking as well. He was walking away from the gym class as I was walking there for at least two appearences. Go figure. He seems to be arranged for big gangstalking events, where the perps have high expectations for whatever reason.
I saw enough red shirts at gym to make me hurl. The above four were aligned at one point, and there was at least another two who were in cirulation nearby. Later in the "transitional" group in the public warmdown area, there were at least another two red-shirts, same tone of red again, one being a woman on my right side who then passed onto my left side while I was doing floor exercises on the mat. Maybe the perps will let me be bold and cancel out on this bullshit, and today's extra attention was the finale.
Another gangstalker, a male in a blue camo jacket was on me for six return gangstalkings while I was at the gym. I passed him by with his skateboard at the ticket booth, and only five seconds later he was 2' behind me at the base of the stairs without his skateboard, following me up. Then when I exited the change room he magically was inserted 6' ahead of me, when he had enough intervening time to be working out. The he "disappeared" until the end of the class and "happened" to arrive in the workout area, and the class coordinator somehow knew him, even if he wasn't a class member. Once I was out on the street after some three minutes, he was on my ass again, skateboarding, and turned a corner in front of me. Then he skateboarded across the intersection on the crosswalk, and some minutes later, when he should of been long gone, he was paralleling me from across the street, and then turned another corner again. I don't think I have had a gangstalker who was as brazen as this one, which includes his skateboard ditching that he accomplished somehow.
I should relieve myself of this hassle and end the gym involvement, as it is getting to piss me off all the more. Too many wackos, and now that they have separated me with two others for some strange indeterminable reason from the rest of the class in the floor exercise room, the perps made sure I was getting fed up of it. We shall see, and I wouldn't mind getting some working activity instead of going there for the biweekly gangstalk swarm.
This morning, when at yoga, I had the class ringed around me, and they had me between two dudes; one who took my usual spot on the S. wall, and then one who came some 10 minutes later, after some "auric adjustment time", the term I use for the perp's incremental addition of the Unfavored in my proximity. And so, with all the promotion of heavy pranic breathing, I had these two puffing and huffing in stereo. The "bread lady" was also there, regular readers will know that she was the one waving a bag of bagels around after class, "offering" them to anone who wanted it. Is it not enough that I go past a bakery when transiting to/from yoga? Seemingly not, and even the police get in on the act when I was walking back on the sidewalk, arranging their tall brown colored police van next to me with the closest policewoman passenger eating a sandwich with her head turned 90 degrees for no reason.
I don't know quite what the big perps were so excited about today, putting on Mr. Sometimes at gym, and having me arranged between two dudes at yoga. I get plenty enough male gangstalker action as it is these days, and also in absurd clusters of them when there is no reason for all this faux conviviality. I even got a blatant negro woman gangstalker on sentry duty at the first intersection I encountered when heading off to gym. She was in an absurd long brown leather jacket, and standing at the intersection as if a pedestrian, but instead, elected to stay standing there, missing two lights to go in either direction. That she has some way fugly hair was likely part of the deal, more hurlworthy events from the Unfavored.
The perp's excitement might have been over their forced change in shaving routine they have me do, and that I have a Wednesday night bath to shave where I cannot conveniently access when standing at the mirror each morning. I used a new blade two days ago, and then turfed it last night after the weekly bath shave. Then, I started a new razor blade this morning while standing at the mirror, face and front torso. This added paragraph was so interesting that the perps started up the overhead vacuuming noise, hallway clicking sounds, and chopped Harley Davidson noise into the mix.
And there has been quite a few red vehicles put on for me today. I could see six or more red vehicles at a glance, usually at an intersection, at least three times today. While working out at the gym, and having only a E. view (leftside only) through the windows, there were seven red vehicles of varying tones, and at least two red shirts in the gym area on my right side.
The perps wouldn't let me purchase laundry detergent today, as much as I have been trying to for the last week. It seems much of the liquid detergent has suffered a "downsizing" of the packaging container. They all have got smaller since I last bought detergent, and the price remained the same. Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed over my laundry, and of course, the kind and nature and container color. I intended to purchase some unscented Tide, but the dude at the checkout explained that it was "HE" labelled, for high efficiency washing machines, the new standard it would seem, and that it wouldn't be appropriate to use it as he made the same mistake himself a short while ago. Sure, all that talk time, and waving his hands around the white plastic container with the silver grey cap and as well as holding it in the other hand, I sure he could be very convincing when someone can turn off my bullshit detection neural circuitry from afar. So, I didn't buy in after all, and this vignette was all about getting some "contact time" with a gangstalker over the just selected laundry detergent. This would be another example of the perps' aims in functional decomposition of all my activities in incremental segments. That is how I seen it, but I still haven't figured out their objectives as my out-of-town brother has a commercial laundry, so why jerk me around over my once per week laundry detergent use?
2130h
I got a zapping with an overhead clunking the instant that I read the word "Nuforce" in relation to a review of this stereo amplifier, and prior to that, reading a review of the same amp. This is how it goes; everything I do, see, read, think or otherwise percieve is under intense scrutiny. Read a word twice in an evening, and zap, clunk and then I yell at the assholes.
Before that, they had me coughing on cue, this infernal dry cough they have decided to invoke, and with no other cold condition. And more coughing as I begin this line, all for resuming my blogging as an example of how trivial their neural pursuits are. It is fucking bizarre to live a life like this and be contained in it with no freedom to escape. Tomorrow I try Seroquel, to see if the "stress" becomes less. It either could be an orchestrated reduction in being harassed (removing the excuses), or simply the latest medication invasion along with the pill color for yet more deep neural trovings by my mind-keepers. My money is on the latter, being that is all I know; more harassment for more perp gains at greater personal expense. Like they care anyhow. The most depraved assholes of all mankind are at the levers of the controls of god-like powers. It is that bad, and more likely worse for all that I don't know about their influence, which I suspect is substantial.
2200h
More forced coughing, and now, overhead tapping noise. Not forgetting that there is 12" of concrete and steel between me and the apartment above.
2225h
I am getting a tinge of red added into white voids as seen on this LCD display. Back to that game again, and increasing my displeasure in seeing these colors. At dusk onset, the perps "yellowed up" my display as well as introducing yellow colored light from the "reflections" of the nearby residential towers.
I see the perps have resumed the black spotting and seeming blood smearing of my bedsheets again, under the guise of it being remaining bed bugs that survived the spraying four days ago. As usual, I have no bites, and it has to be the perps at it again, fucking with my bedsheets, an ongoing obsession of theirs that defies the cover story; the bed bugs are dead. These black spots are known to be loci the perps use to redirect maser beams I have come to learn. As before, the top sheet has been black spotted, and the bottom sheet has been given the blood smear treatment, no doubt building up into a radial pattern that will cover a circle by the time they are done. The pillow cases are getting renewed black spotting. If I am allowed to remember tomorrow, I will unload my camera's pictures to show the mess before it was laundered this weekend, and to some loss, as the top sheet was made into a peach color, and the bottom sheet was given a 3" rip. I also noted that the matress cover, which remained at this apartment, was also holed in my absence. The perps cannot get enough holes punched in my bedding it would seem.
I had some strange never-before dreams just before I awakening this morning; it was about Serbia, a place I know little about, have never visited, and have no other association with it. Again, this is dream intrusion IMHO, as this degree of specificity in dreams never happened before the perps jumped on my back in 2002. What their intent is with respect to this kind of dream property I do not know, and it is only one more tiresome intrusion into my life that I was never asked about being involved in. The supreme thanklessness of the perps after covertly following me for 47 years, and then jumping me with this life-rape subjugation I am being kept in will never be forgotten as long as I have a say in my own existence.
2300h
Time to call this one done for the day; all of the above was typed up while listening the the Wailin' Jennys, a concert recording.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Diet Change Up
1330h
The accelerated decomposition of the chicken in the fridge, even if I reset it to its coldest possible setting was the impetus to get the much travelled sausages out from the freezer and cook them up. These were the very filling and dear Galloping Goose sausages that I bought in a specialty grocer that my brother took me to some six weeks ago. He also "decided" to buy some meat there too, and "happened" to be immediately in front of me at the checkout. Then we went to our parents' place where I transferred them to their fridge, and within a few days it was their freezer. About three weeks ago the frozen sausages made it to my freezer, and then to my fridge two days ago to sit there while I was away staying at my parents' place Sunday night. Finally, I got to cook them up, all four for $8 making these an expensive luxury that was "needed" by planted notions.
The sausages were in a black colored styrofoam flat pack covered with a Cling Wrap like film. Given the harassment I get over my daily use of Cling Wrap, I am sure this was part of today's Big Moment, cooking the sausages. I was also forced to use the teflon surfaced small fry pan, and regular readers will know the perps have an obsession over this substance, and its analogues such as Gore-tex. Another big change up for the perps was the fact that this was the first red meat I have cooked for myself in over six years, possibly longer. Normally I have it once per week at my parents' place, but don't cook it myself, as I buy pre-cooked hot chicken that I use for putting into tortillas, my usual staple through mind-fuck imposition.
I will be heading out the gym in a few minutes, and I suspect that this will be a huge gangstalking day as the perps like to send these fuckers around me to sample me for whatever they are looking for, in this case, my bioenergetics related to eating red meat, packaged in clear film, transferred around town as it was, and that I cooked it in a teflon coated frypan. If all this sounds dull, it is for me too, it is just that the perps have an obsession over these substances and dietary changes, and it will no doubt spawn related activities to disrupt my routines.
The perps forced another massive crap before lunch, effectively de-pooing me so the only substance that I had ingested was the sausages, so it would seem that being primed and truly prepared for the oncoming gangstalking show. [And I was].
1910h
Finally, some mellow time after being rage-ified when getting back from gym and the supermarket, and then eating dinner. A high harassment afternoon, with the most of it taking place in my apartment. As predicted above, today was a big gangstalk day, and the perps had me wear my fleece pants to keep warm for the walk in the damp weather conditions. I had a bright reflective blue shirt on today, and that attracted a number of two or three tone blue dressed gangstalkers that kept parading around me, making pointless back and forth trips at the gym.
I had the usual 500 to 1,000 vehicles in formations by color and vehicle type parading past me, and many of them were crossing my path, turning left before or after I crossed a sidestreet. And from the sidestreets, more vehicles are sitting in mid-sidewalk, or in a driveway, and then don't take the opportunity of a break in the traffic to execute their turn. They sit there for far longer than they need to, all the while that I approach them, which is what it seems to be about. I reckon that there was at least another 1,000 vehicles parked in specially arranged configurations as well; whites together with the silver greys with an infrequent add-in of a navy blue, and then repeat, adding a red colored vehicle instead of the navy blue. There were many more black colored vehicles, often in clusters of three or so. I don't know what the greater emphasis on this reference color portends.
I got a police "event" at Oak Bay junction, the one where the assailant attacked me; two seeming police vehicles, one a marked sedan, and the other a tall unmarked brown Mercedes van parked at the side of the road, facing the wrong way. There is no evident activity that could of warranted this bullshit, let alone having both vehicles right beside a park area with their emergency lights on, what I call the "light show", as I see it so often.
The gym class has two new dudes in it, one a waddler with disgusting tatoos on both arms, which make them hard to miss as he always wears short sleeve shirts. And he does these pointless back and forth moves, parading by in each direction, presumably so I get a left and right side exposure, a very common perp "need". Both wear ball caps for whatever reason, and the other new dude's ball cap was red; there is a trend to having ambulatory gangstalkers wearing red today, especially the males for whatever reason, and I suppose he was the assigned "rednik".
There were only two freaks in the class today, still down from the five that they had been running three weeks ago; Fatfuck and Ethnic Gut were on duty today, with the latter "featuring" himself in my view at least four times (a moderate level) when I "happened" to look up or around. The one class coordinator that blonded his hair and cut it short did not show last week after his second appearance in this "freakified" look that he adopted. Today, his hair was cut short and back to his normal color. For the amount of money it would typically cost to get a bleach job and a haircut, that makes it a very odd short term investment. Perhaps the blonde hairdo crossed the line as to being freakish, as determined by my subconscious reaction that the perps can better monitor than I can. I thought it was ugly, but more than once the perps have pulled or modified the look of freakish Unfavored demographic members from my immediate proximity. I had no idea that I didn't like the dumbshit bleach dye jobs on males. I had one dedicated operative hassling me at one apartment complex in 2004-5, even doing the excessive vacuuming outside my apartment himself, and he had this same fugly bleached hairdo.
And another never-before event at the gym today; the perps had me on the treadmill and then fucked with my recall as to which speeds I set it, this time being one km/hr faster than my usual (permitted) habit. And lo, if I "didn't notice", per remotely mind-fuck until they let me in on their fuckery. They pulled this stunt with the free weights about two months ago, and even had me using different weights on each side to add to the fuckery. As always, I never had this problem before, and if I was running one km/hr faster, I would of known for sure.
On my walking beat I noticed that the perps have pulled another road trenching job at the intersection they spent at least three months rebuilding when there was nothing wrong with it. I think this is at least the fifth or more time they have dug into the new asphalt they laid down in Febuary. They cannot stop digging it up; and I noticed they put their usual steel plates over the trench, and created a small temporary ramp up to the plates with new asphalt that I happened to walk by, once in each direction. The new asphalt was in a delivered pile when I was headed to the gym, and on my way back, it had been applied around the steel ditch cover plates. There were at least three MIO's (Men In Orange (overalls)) loitering around the job, and not looking especially busy with their Starbucks coffees in the usual Coffee Corps presentation. Regular readers will know that the perps will expend no end of activity devoted to exposing me to varying ages of asphalt and concrete, separately and together, and have spent many tens of millions of dollars in rebuilding streets, adding pedestrian crossings, "traffic calming" islands, and continue to do so.
I also had three "gangstalk regulars" on my walking beat when coming back to my apartment, two of them timing their arrivals to my much later return as I had my haircut which was a 45 minute delay in walking back. And here they were, out at the same locations. The East Indian Ghandi-like weird with the grim appearance that keeps hounding me on Yates St. passing by oppositely, and then outside my apartment last week, "happened" to be at the Oak Bay junction intersection the location of the assault last November. Another dude who uses a bicycle to cross my path about 1600h on Yates St. "happened" to be getting off the bus at the same location at about 1650h when I was coming back. If there is one definitive action that spells "orchestrated harassment" it is these same gangstalkers who somehow manage to show up the same time on my walking beat, usually when I am returning, and then maintain that same consistency when I make the same trip substantially later.
I also got my haircut after gym, and had to wait 20 minutes for the customer ahead; there were plenty of theme words bantered between the supposed customer and the stylist; magnetics, oxygen, energy, sunlight and others which I am not allowed to recall. A haircut is also a big harassment event, getting this dude in close to me for 15 minutes or so while having a conversation. He is going to close up the shop at the end of July, so I will need to find another on my beat. The nearby shopping plaza has been suggested by the perps, and it may do, as well as server their purposes of having me sitting for a haircut within a half block of my apartment building.
Before the perps went into overt harassment on me in 05-2002, I walked to work in downtown Seattle, and there were many street digging jobs that were going on, and even laying of insulated pipe slathered in tar. There was a concrete and steel building going up beside the office tower I worked in, and another going up beside the apartments I lived in. Invariably, the same noises would emanate from both, covering me at work and then at home. Almost needless to say, there were large numbers of redi-mix trucks delivering concrete to each job site. Today, I had at least one vehicular gangstalk from a redi-mix truck, and I note there is a small 10'x10' concrete pad being developed outside the gym for motorcycles and bicycles. Funny how this keeps "happening" around me. What drives the perps to these extreme pretend games I have no idea; all their "issues" over concrete and ashphalt could of been solved years ago with cooperation, say, having me sit on, lie on, lick or whatever, varying ages of concrete and ashphalt that had been arranged in advance. Instead, this trudging around town while they were engaging in 6 month street rebuild projects pouring 3' deep to bury PVC pipes, and then delivering road base crush over top, and then paving over that, and then digging up the new paving. The avoidance measures and elaborate pretend games they engage in, now for over six years, defies sanity
The perps got me rage-ified, starting at the checkout at the nearby supermarket; they had me dump my wallet down my pants instead of in my pocket, so "naturally" it kept slipping down while walking back, and they cranked me up to be totally pissed off in public, and then really jerked me around when I got into my apartment, also applying the dull head pain while I was yelling at them (in the apartment, and not on the street). I had some of the head pain applied yesterday, and was fucking pissed that they kept this up when in bed, and then again when coming back and unpacking the groceries. Needless to say, there were double the normal amount of freaks and gangstalkers on the job for that half block leg from the supermarket checkout to my apartment. And no less, I had my groceries in a brown paper bag, and I am sure that was a big attraction for the assholes, given the perps extreme interest in the color brown, and planting it around me all the time, usually in increasing increments of exposure to vehicle colors, clothing and tone of brown. I had one gangstalker walking across my path flinging a brown cardboard box for no reason whatsoever, but to get some kind of localized color reading. I had my smooth peanut butter, hemp seed (no THC), olive oil and chocolate in the same grocery bag, and I assume this was also a big event for the sick minded assholes to hound me with the wallet fuck, per above. Regular readers will know of the perps brown color obsession, and expend like inordinant amounts of effort to have this color presented and ingested if it is a food item.
I suspect that the perps also had an interest in my wallet on account that I paid cash today at the stylist's for my haircut. Regular readers will know the perps have an obsession over the contents of my wallet, and by spending $20 (a green colored note with the holographic laser etching in it), that got them cranked up to see if they could notice the remotely assayed bioenergetic color difference. I cannot tell you the number of wallet thefts that have gone on in the long past, as it was too frequent to be normal. Now I know why I "lost" my wallet so often; it was these assholes on my back that seem to have a "problem" with it, and in accordance with their depraved practices, they decide to fuck the victim all the more.
The sirens have started up, the typo sabotage has increased (along with extreme rage-ification), the red and orange plasma flashes have increased right in front of me, the faux neighbor water use noise has started up, and so it seems time to end this journalling session for now.
2110h
I am getting rumbled stalked at the moment; while perusing stereo equipment, if I see anything of interest or am even covetous, the rumbling immediately goes off, in one or two second low volume bursts. That is has been tracking me over indentical circumstances for the last 10 minutes, that would suggest that someone is monitoring my neural reactions and then applying the noise as some kind of diagnostic method for deeper neural hounding.
2130h
The rumbling hounding stopped after I noted it above, and now forced yawning, and each time my mouth is opened, there are these plasmic emanations coming off the LCD panel, as if it were some kind of flare from being backlit. This is routine now; having my mouth open is an opportunity to up the control of magnetic energy around me, as seen in the form of white colored plasma projections. Similarly, when brushing my teeth, (mouth open of course), the perps start up voice noise or else apply overhead clunking or rumbling. Regular readers will know that the contents of my mouth are of extreme interest to the perps such that the majority of proximate ambulatory gangstalkers are in some way revealing their mouth contents; smoking, eating, open mouthing, chewing gum, moving their tongue to their cheek, drinking (coffee in the case of the Coffee Corps), and other like feints. My theory is that they cannot yet model all the bioenergetic interactions inside my mouth, and in doing so, cannot model my neural responses, as the brain is only an inch away from one's mouth.
2250h
I am still playing Jill Barber as my musical escape for a short time; I just cannot get enough of her music. Back to coveting CD's to acquire again, another pointless endeavor given the financial imposition of my puppet masters. Time to blog off and call this wretched day done.
The accelerated decomposition of the chicken in the fridge, even if I reset it to its coldest possible setting was the impetus to get the much travelled sausages out from the freezer and cook them up. These were the very filling and dear Galloping Goose sausages that I bought in a specialty grocer that my brother took me to some six weeks ago. He also "decided" to buy some meat there too, and "happened" to be immediately in front of me at the checkout. Then we went to our parents' place where I transferred them to their fridge, and within a few days it was their freezer. About three weeks ago the frozen sausages made it to my freezer, and then to my fridge two days ago to sit there while I was away staying at my parents' place Sunday night. Finally, I got to cook them up, all four for $8 making these an expensive luxury that was "needed" by planted notions.
The sausages were in a black colored styrofoam flat pack covered with a Cling Wrap like film. Given the harassment I get over my daily use of Cling Wrap, I am sure this was part of today's Big Moment, cooking the sausages. I was also forced to use the teflon surfaced small fry pan, and regular readers will know the perps have an obsession over this substance, and its analogues such as Gore-tex. Another big change up for the perps was the fact that this was the first red meat I have cooked for myself in over six years, possibly longer. Normally I have it once per week at my parents' place, but don't cook it myself, as I buy pre-cooked hot chicken that I use for putting into tortillas, my usual staple through mind-fuck imposition.
I will be heading out the gym in a few minutes, and I suspect that this will be a huge gangstalking day as the perps like to send these fuckers around me to sample me for whatever they are looking for, in this case, my bioenergetics related to eating red meat, packaged in clear film, transferred around town as it was, and that I cooked it in a teflon coated frypan. If all this sounds dull, it is for me too, it is just that the perps have an obsession over these substances and dietary changes, and it will no doubt spawn related activities to disrupt my routines.
The perps forced another massive crap before lunch, effectively de-pooing me so the only substance that I had ingested was the sausages, so it would seem that being primed and truly prepared for the oncoming gangstalking show. [And I was].
1910h
Finally, some mellow time after being rage-ified when getting back from gym and the supermarket, and then eating dinner. A high harassment afternoon, with the most of it taking place in my apartment. As predicted above, today was a big gangstalk day, and the perps had me wear my fleece pants to keep warm for the walk in the damp weather conditions. I had a bright reflective blue shirt on today, and that attracted a number of two or three tone blue dressed gangstalkers that kept parading around me, making pointless back and forth trips at the gym.
I had the usual 500 to 1,000 vehicles in formations by color and vehicle type parading past me, and many of them were crossing my path, turning left before or after I crossed a sidestreet. And from the sidestreets, more vehicles are sitting in mid-sidewalk, or in a driveway, and then don't take the opportunity of a break in the traffic to execute their turn. They sit there for far longer than they need to, all the while that I approach them, which is what it seems to be about. I reckon that there was at least another 1,000 vehicles parked in specially arranged configurations as well; whites together with the silver greys with an infrequent add-in of a navy blue, and then repeat, adding a red colored vehicle instead of the navy blue. There were many more black colored vehicles, often in clusters of three or so. I don't know what the greater emphasis on this reference color portends.
I got a police "event" at Oak Bay junction, the one where the assailant attacked me; two seeming police vehicles, one a marked sedan, and the other a tall unmarked brown Mercedes van parked at the side of the road, facing the wrong way. There is no evident activity that could of warranted this bullshit, let alone having both vehicles right beside a park area with their emergency lights on, what I call the "light show", as I see it so often.
The gym class has two new dudes in it, one a waddler with disgusting tatoos on both arms, which make them hard to miss as he always wears short sleeve shirts. And he does these pointless back and forth moves, parading by in each direction, presumably so I get a left and right side exposure, a very common perp "need". Both wear ball caps for whatever reason, and the other new dude's ball cap was red; there is a trend to having ambulatory gangstalkers wearing red today, especially the males for whatever reason, and I suppose he was the assigned "rednik".
There were only two freaks in the class today, still down from the five that they had been running three weeks ago; Fatfuck and Ethnic Gut were on duty today, with the latter "featuring" himself in my view at least four times (a moderate level) when I "happened" to look up or around. The one class coordinator that blonded his hair and cut it short did not show last week after his second appearance in this "freakified" look that he adopted. Today, his hair was cut short and back to his normal color. For the amount of money it would typically cost to get a bleach job and a haircut, that makes it a very odd short term investment. Perhaps the blonde hairdo crossed the line as to being freakish, as determined by my subconscious reaction that the perps can better monitor than I can. I thought it was ugly, but more than once the perps have pulled or modified the look of freakish Unfavored demographic members from my immediate proximity. I had no idea that I didn't like the dumbshit bleach dye jobs on males. I had one dedicated operative hassling me at one apartment complex in 2004-5, even doing the excessive vacuuming outside my apartment himself, and he had this same fugly bleached hairdo.
And another never-before event at the gym today; the perps had me on the treadmill and then fucked with my recall as to which speeds I set it, this time being one km/hr faster than my usual (permitted) habit. And lo, if I "didn't notice", per remotely mind-fuck until they let me in on their fuckery. They pulled this stunt with the free weights about two months ago, and even had me using different weights on each side to add to the fuckery. As always, I never had this problem before, and if I was running one km/hr faster, I would of known for sure.
On my walking beat I noticed that the perps have pulled another road trenching job at the intersection they spent at least three months rebuilding when there was nothing wrong with it. I think this is at least the fifth or more time they have dug into the new asphalt they laid down in Febuary. They cannot stop digging it up; and I noticed they put their usual steel plates over the trench, and created a small temporary ramp up to the plates with new asphalt that I happened to walk by, once in each direction. The new asphalt was in a delivered pile when I was headed to the gym, and on my way back, it had been applied around the steel ditch cover plates. There were at least three MIO's (Men In Orange (overalls)) loitering around the job, and not looking especially busy with their Starbucks coffees in the usual Coffee Corps presentation. Regular readers will know that the perps will expend no end of activity devoted to exposing me to varying ages of asphalt and concrete, separately and together, and have spent many tens of millions of dollars in rebuilding streets, adding pedestrian crossings, "traffic calming" islands, and continue to do so.
I also had three "gangstalk regulars" on my walking beat when coming back to my apartment, two of them timing their arrivals to my much later return as I had my haircut which was a 45 minute delay in walking back. And here they were, out at the same locations. The East Indian Ghandi-like weird with the grim appearance that keeps hounding me on Yates St. passing by oppositely, and then outside my apartment last week, "happened" to be at the Oak Bay junction intersection the location of the assault last November. Another dude who uses a bicycle to cross my path about 1600h on Yates St. "happened" to be getting off the bus at the same location at about 1650h when I was coming back. If there is one definitive action that spells "orchestrated harassment" it is these same gangstalkers who somehow manage to show up the same time on my walking beat, usually when I am returning, and then maintain that same consistency when I make the same trip substantially later.
I also got my haircut after gym, and had to wait 20 minutes for the customer ahead; there were plenty of theme words bantered between the supposed customer and the stylist; magnetics, oxygen, energy, sunlight and others which I am not allowed to recall. A haircut is also a big harassment event, getting this dude in close to me for 15 minutes or so while having a conversation. He is going to close up the shop at the end of July, so I will need to find another on my beat. The nearby shopping plaza has been suggested by the perps, and it may do, as well as server their purposes of having me sitting for a haircut within a half block of my apartment building.
Before the perps went into overt harassment on me in 05-2002, I walked to work in downtown Seattle, and there were many street digging jobs that were going on, and even laying of insulated pipe slathered in tar. There was a concrete and steel building going up beside the office tower I worked in, and another going up beside the apartments I lived in. Invariably, the same noises would emanate from both, covering me at work and then at home. Almost needless to say, there were large numbers of redi-mix trucks delivering concrete to each job site. Today, I had at least one vehicular gangstalk from a redi-mix truck, and I note there is a small 10'x10' concrete pad being developed outside the gym for motorcycles and bicycles. Funny how this keeps "happening" around me. What drives the perps to these extreme pretend games I have no idea; all their "issues" over concrete and ashphalt could of been solved years ago with cooperation, say, having me sit on, lie on, lick or whatever, varying ages of concrete and ashphalt that had been arranged in advance. Instead, this trudging around town while they were engaging in 6 month street rebuild projects pouring 3' deep to bury PVC pipes, and then delivering road base crush over top, and then paving over that, and then digging up the new paving. The avoidance measures and elaborate pretend games they engage in, now for over six years, defies sanity
The perps got me rage-ified, starting at the checkout at the nearby supermarket; they had me dump my wallet down my pants instead of in my pocket, so "naturally" it kept slipping down while walking back, and they cranked me up to be totally pissed off in public, and then really jerked me around when I got into my apartment, also applying the dull head pain while I was yelling at them (in the apartment, and not on the street). I had some of the head pain applied yesterday, and was fucking pissed that they kept this up when in bed, and then again when coming back and unpacking the groceries. Needless to say, there were double the normal amount of freaks and gangstalkers on the job for that half block leg from the supermarket checkout to my apartment. And no less, I had my groceries in a brown paper bag, and I am sure that was a big attraction for the assholes, given the perps extreme interest in the color brown, and planting it around me all the time, usually in increasing increments of exposure to vehicle colors, clothing and tone of brown. I had one gangstalker walking across my path flinging a brown cardboard box for no reason whatsoever, but to get some kind of localized color reading. I had my smooth peanut butter, hemp seed (no THC), olive oil and chocolate in the same grocery bag, and I assume this was also a big event for the sick minded assholes to hound me with the wallet fuck, per above. Regular readers will know of the perps brown color obsession, and expend like inordinant amounts of effort to have this color presented and ingested if it is a food item.
I suspect that the perps also had an interest in my wallet on account that I paid cash today at the stylist's for my haircut. Regular readers will know the perps have an obsession over the contents of my wallet, and by spending $20 (a green colored note with the holographic laser etching in it), that got them cranked up to see if they could notice the remotely assayed bioenergetic color difference. I cannot tell you the number of wallet thefts that have gone on in the long past, as it was too frequent to be normal. Now I know why I "lost" my wallet so often; it was these assholes on my back that seem to have a "problem" with it, and in accordance with their depraved practices, they decide to fuck the victim all the more.
The sirens have started up, the typo sabotage has increased (along with extreme rage-ification), the red and orange plasma flashes have increased right in front of me, the faux neighbor water use noise has started up, and so it seems time to end this journalling session for now.
2110h
I am getting rumbled stalked at the moment; while perusing stereo equipment, if I see anything of interest or am even covetous, the rumbling immediately goes off, in one or two second low volume bursts. That is has been tracking me over indentical circumstances for the last 10 minutes, that would suggest that someone is monitoring my neural reactions and then applying the noise as some kind of diagnostic method for deeper neural hounding.
2130h
The rumbling hounding stopped after I noted it above, and now forced yawning, and each time my mouth is opened, there are these plasmic emanations coming off the LCD panel, as if it were some kind of flare from being backlit. This is routine now; having my mouth open is an opportunity to up the control of magnetic energy around me, as seen in the form of white colored plasma projections. Similarly, when brushing my teeth, (mouth open of course), the perps start up voice noise or else apply overhead clunking or rumbling. Regular readers will know that the contents of my mouth are of extreme interest to the perps such that the majority of proximate ambulatory gangstalkers are in some way revealing their mouth contents; smoking, eating, open mouthing, chewing gum, moving their tongue to their cheek, drinking (coffee in the case of the Coffee Corps), and other like feints. My theory is that they cannot yet model all the bioenergetic interactions inside my mouth, and in doing so, cannot model my neural responses, as the brain is only an inch away from one's mouth.
2250h
I am still playing Jill Barber as my musical escape for a short time; I just cannot get enough of her music. Back to coveting CD's to acquire again, another pointless endeavor given the financial imposition of my puppet masters. Time to blog off and call this wretched day done.
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