01-29-2012
A nothing-much-happening weekend, as my big plans were to take up the offer of a vineyard to come by and do pruning. And lo, if the owners weren't out of town this weekend. Back to hanging around and reading viticulture books.
But I did get out to purchase an inexpensive Blu-Ray player, replete with the dude-force arriving on my heels, some six of them, when I was at the cashier. I have no idea why so many strange dudes need to keep arriving everytime I purchase something, but this has been consistent since 2002 when the assholes first struck. If I don't like the look of someone, particularly shiftless males who seem at a loose end for no apparent reason, (or, alternatively, in ridiculous public poses), I don't understand why this near-ten year long insane and abusive pogrom has been inflicted on me.
But progress is measured in baby steps, as they have now allowed me to watch movies on DVD or video in my own place no less, something they have been managing me for over 15 years. Though I have watched movies at other person's places until the Day of Abusive Infamy struck, when all my supposed friends scattered. Though they did allow me to purchase some 15 movies in DVD or Blu-ray over two years ago, and with the exception of one of them, they did not allow me to view them. Most of them are unopened, as it was clear that the assholes weren't going to let me watch them, sabotaging the drive, Windows Media Player and anything else along the technological chain. Even this player I purchased today was on the heels of them fucking the PC drive two days ago and defeating the sound. So..., back to the sensible way of skipping the wretched sabotage-prone PC altogether and getting a dedicated device to play discs through the 40" TV I have in this suite.
A series of phone calls tonight, one being the ex, saying she is coming up next week to reclaim the vehicle and return it to my mother. Well, my mother didn't say that she needed the vehicle, and she was on the phone only 30 minutes beforehand. And neither of them has asked me how I am going to get around and do shopping, let alone job searching and getting to my vineyard practicum site in March. Just more stupid shit from the FUDsters.
But the perps weren't letting me walk straight today when in my suite; often making me pivot to regain my balance and torquing my knee. And we know about that particular torture don't we, usually applied when I am seated or else in bed. Now they have re-started it, now when I am walking. Fucking insane that they have re-instated this particular torture.
01-30-2012
A strange turn of events; the class registration listed the VIT 22 course restarting on Feb. 01 (Wednesday), the the WINE 21 course ending on Jan. 27 (Friday). Ergo, no seeming class on the following Monday, Jan. 30. I "decided" (read, mind fuck) to go to the College about 30 min. before class start time to return a library book just to make sure there was no class. One of the classmates "happened" to be coming past, and I asked him, and he said he was sure there was, and looked in his course binder and Jan. 30 was written in. So there was a class then.
At the time the class schedule was reviewed by the instructor, he seemed to be confusing events, a quiz on Jan. 31, and some mention of Jan. 30, but nothing that I took in at the time. So.. I ended up in class when I didn't expect to, planning tanning and studying next for the quiz on Jan. 31.
As it happened, one of the students was there all day today, and the instructor mentioned it out loud. I wondered if he got his wires crossed like I did. Of course I am not allowed the more conspiratorial take I have in retrospect, as I write this. And as it "happened", one of the class went to the library at lunch time and saw the missing student, but didn't tell him that he was missing a class. (Classes are all day long). Like WTF; he totally spaced out, not realizing the context, and not even having the notion of aiding a fellow student, even if the instructor did ponder out loud as to where the missing student was. So it would seem, this being the conspiratorial/perp perspective, that they wanted one student to be in an adjacent building (a 60' direct line) for the entire day of the class he would normally be in.
01-31-2012
More financial transaction fuckery; an online order had a server "problem" last night As it "happened", I had a debit card reader problem earlier in the day; it didn't work at the food market, so the transaction took two attempts. And have I mentioned that the act of making a financial transaction of any kind, from coin machines on up, is totally gangstalked and fucked with almost 50% of the time? Often, I am sure.
02-01-2012
The college gym with posted hours of M-F, 9 to 5, was closed at 3 when I went there to work out. But no, instead, they posted two dudes lounging around doing squat as they usually like to do when I get skunked on these set ups. (Sending me to get an item at a store and not finding it is another game, and always gangstalked, more often the dudes in the past few years.
I got onto major shopping to stock up on groceries as I will be without a vehicle after Feb. 07 when the ex arrives on behalf of my mother - of course no one asks me how I am to make it to interviews and a week long practicum.
The shopping ended at this quasi-Wholesale store where they were all over me with vehicular and ambulatory cluster fuck games, including one giant male freak with 2' hair who aims his vehicle at me and then averts at the last moment all in the putative cause of making a pointless wide arc to get into a parking stall that he hadn't looked at in advance. What is it that the perps need to aim their ambulatory and vehicular Fuckwits at me to get my attention and then avert at the last moment, also getting me to stare at them like they are fucking nuts (which they are), while they pretend not to have noticed being such a boorish asshole?
I get out of the store after a major hold up at the checkout, with both toilet paper and paper towels in hand, and lo, if they didn't set up a boom truck behind my vehicle and raise it 30' to attend (har, har) to an overhead parking lot (night time) light. I have had many hundreds of boom trucks and scissor jacks arranged as I pass by, or even overhead of me as I walk on the sidewalk, pretending to attend to the signal lights or some such, but never have I had the Fuckwits specifically target my vehicle and have a Fuckwit crew on an aerial platform over my parked vehicle before. That takes the cake as far as extra-obvious boom truck stalking goes. Next comes the aircraft when I am next in the same parking lot.
And the perps were sleep sacking me in the class for the second day in a row; almost making me nap in class when I hadn't before, and had plenty of sleep the night before. It seems to be about taking me down and reducing brain function. And as I am about to nod off, why, they put multiple ghosted and projected images in my vision, say, three versions of the instructor. That gets my attention real fast, and within a minute they suck me down again to a near-nap state to repeat the exercise.
02-02-2012
I class, after lunch, and lo, if there wasn't tromping on roof; the faux repairmen attending to the cooling-HVAC equipment on the roof, with 6" os snow there too. In class, the freak had some cacao beans, apparently from the jungle, and not plantation grown, and passed them around. I had one, even if he somehow "forgot" to offer me one. More almost sleep games in class, not at bad as yesterday though. When I got back to my place, it was hot and humid. The heater/cooler unit wasn't on but somehow, it had kicked off by itself in the morning, and was apparently cranking out the heat without the fan. How it did that when the unit wasn't warm itself is a total mystery. The perps simply wanted hot and humid and made it so, with the heater/cooler switches dithered to make it look like it was the culprit.
02-03-2012
And why is it when this place was dead quiet, the supposed neighbors are now getting rowdy on a Thursday night and somehow end up pounding the outside wall at the back of my head while I was in the bed? An unerring knack to pound the wall from outside for no reason just where I happened to be. That the perps like to pound this place with vibration, with the putative cause being a neighbor exiting his/her unit hasn't gone unnoticed. But now it is "happening" some 15 times an evening. And too, I get a simultaneous body zapping the instant the room shakes.
And this morning, male banter and calling starts up outside my room just at I was starting yoga, so end of that, and lo, once done, the male voices subsided.
A major mindfuck this morning; the assholes had me putting fresh coffee grounds in the teapot and pouring kettle water into it before they let me in on the fact that it was totally the wrong pot. They also dociled my "reaction", as normally I would of been screaming infuriated at full volume, but instead, was kept down from really letting them have it. Another never-before Fuckover stunt, and they weren't able to do this until late 2004, when my abilities to monitor incongrous actions was first compromised by the remote influencing technology they apply.
02-04-2012
A tan first thing, and then they fucked me out of bringing the address with me for the hair salon, and also fucked me out of seeing itthree times as I drove by. Needless to say, the vehicular clusters were out in number, and it seems, all the more so when I am lost or getting jerked around in new territory. When I started tanning they had four vehicles crisscrossing my path from the vehicle to the salon, some 20' of pavement. And then again when I got out. Now they backed off to one or two each time I enter and exit the tanning salon.
At the hair salon they totally fucked me by putting a Down's Syndrome retard in the adjacent chair, making gurgling and incomprehensible noise all the while. Worse yet, they put on this overweight woman stylist with huge tattoos down her exposed arms. This seems to be part the Welcome-to-Penticton plan; putting retards and the mentally handicapped around me. I can hardly wait to take the city bus, when they often put on this Unfavored demographic group.
They also do this at the college at lunch time when these same people have no essential reason to be there. And yet, they are getting out of their bus and coming into the lunch area for no seeming reason to parade back and forth while I am talking to the babe-class mate. Other freaks and Fuckwits regularly parade back and forth when I am with this woman, as she is the only one of ten in the class. And yet, historically, over 11 years, the class is about 50-50 men-women, and this year, "for some reason", it is 90-10. What are the odds of that? In a former time I could of worked it out, but owing to the mindfuck games, one being keeping me stupid, it is no longer possible.
I got the film, Mulholland Drive from the college library when out and about earlier. I finished viewing the film an hour ago, and concluded (again) it was a discordant or disjunct events juxtaposition trip, not unlike a Fellini movie. I saw the film back in 2001 when living in Seattle. Ms. L was with me, and introduced me to the Lynch film. I couldn't make much of it then, and the internet banter at the time suggested the film was salvaged from excerpts from a TV show that was rejected. Perhaps, but there was one thing I missed at the time, and it was the vignettes of the overseeing entity, calling the shots, even to the extent of instructing a film director as to who to accept in the title role. That was the cowboy scenario, and there were a few others that suggested a higher authority who was pulling the strings. Little did I know in 2001 it is indeed true, missing the film references at the time, and only seeing them anew today.
A nap-attack earlier today; I started stuying about vineyard soils, and the dude banter and the heavy footpounding started up. Then a yawning attack for five minutes with concurrent loud mufflered vehicles outside. Then a forced piss, followed by ten minutes of studying and then nap attack; 1.5 hours of sleep in the afternoon when I had sufficient sleep last night. There is something about studying, and cognition about learning that the perps really want to know about. Coordinating room shaking and vibration is another "coincident" event. And if you accept the greater theory, arranging a minor earthquake on the evening of the first quiz the class had some two weeks ago. Funny how it happens.
I will get this posted lest it drag on for another week.
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Saturday, February 04, 2012
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Three PC Lockups
1535h
The assholes have gone beserk in foiling me in looking up someone on the phone book website, Canada411. The fuckers froze up the Cut/Paste of name and location, twice, then fucked it again with no mouse control, and after the third reboot, the assholes let me run the search and it came up blank. This of a person who has publically posted their phone numbers on the internet, and all I wanted to do was to determine the most recent one. Fucking idiotic that I am not allowed to do a web search after being set up with a multiple phone number "problem" in the first place.
1635h
The lockups (above) were to get me "tuned up" (enraged) for the next exercise, which was to look up a number of subsidized housing locations on Google Map, the addresses from a supplied list. There is a reason they make it more difficult and don't have a map link and photo of the building, and that is to piss me off and put me through the exercise manually, and all the while, put on the overhead pounding and squeaking so I can hear it through my earmuffs when I launch the address search.
And too, putting me through the ropes of not being able to create a login id, as that feature "happened" to be missing from the login page. On and on this insane abuse goes, all to play fucking games over every dot, comma, partial crafted handwritten alphabetic character, tab command, keyboard stroke, mouse move and the rest of the minutae that makes up one's life.
1930h
The part time car dealership cleaning job was on the light side tonight, partially because of a mid-afternoon shutdown of the Parts and Service areas, the ones I clean first. I didn't see much sign of the mechanics leavings in the lunch room even. Anyhow, the Sales staff seems to have a group lunch each Saturday, and as part of the cleanup we get the remnant food items. A quesadilla and yam chips in a black styrofoam container was my score, and it was odd that the boss man didn't want any. I hadn't seen black styrofoam until then, so I imagine is it another new experiment. They had at least four parties and 12 gangstalkers around me when I returned to the apartment lobby with the food booty and a newspaper I took from the recycle garbage. For the walk home with these items the perps saw fit to place two parallel and vertical streaks of "sweat" on the inside of my left eyeglass lens. The Saturday paper has the best jobs listed in it, but as you might discern from past blog postings, I am getting rather jaded by the seeming "job bait" and not even getting an email. Just about every business in a one block radius has advertised at least once for personnel, so it does make me wonder if the job listings aren't some kind of memory jog for the perps' sick games. They like gangstalkers and quislings to do name dropping, so placing ficticious ads in the newspaper for the same objective is not a big stretch for them. And last year's daffodil farm hasn't replied to my email per job listing, the second such occurence in two months, so I wonder if they are going to be real employers or not come August 01 when the car dealership job ends. It will be a two week hiatus between jobs, and that kind of forced break is what the perps do often. They don't like me to start a job and stay in it, as is doesn't offer enough fuckery opportunities, that level of consistency. I still get the planted oildfield job fantasy bullshit, more now than ever, and if there was a difficult job type to break into, that would be it. Besides, they don't like me to earn much money, keeping me in hock is has been the perps' style for over six years now.
Though the sickos did drop a hint that their brown color problem is also wrapped up in their interest in petroleum products. The reason is that crude petroleum (they told me, and I was reminded that this was true) has an element of brown color, and therefore, separating out the brown color of petroleum products (gasoline, asphalt, heating oil, engine oil etc.) from brown colored substances inside the human body is extremely problematic. Which might be why I am getting brown plasma beams from asphalt oil splats shooting at my face when traversing crosswalks.Too bad, it isn't my problem and yet some assholes didn't ask me about getting involved in it by way of relentless abuse. No toilet blockings for the past three weeks might even mark a positive trend with the perps' shit/brown games.
And what is with the police state being so obvious, this story about a private fuel cell researcher, Krister Evertson, of Alaska and Idaho. Any police outfit that is tailing and monitoring him has way too much time on their hands, even if they only went after him once. But that wasn't the case, they pursued him twice, the latter time in Idaho and tried to make a federal case out of re-definining the word "abandon" to mean "intentionally stored". Soon, us TI's talking about the police state will be passe if the police/military are busy taking out innocent citizens with (legal) hobbies they take a disliking to. Anyhow, TI's don't need an education in the powers of the shadow police state, they eat and breathe it every day, all day. A free ringside seat to the inanity of nonconsensual human experimentation.
2045h
The imposed restless legs again; more like leg torquing though, as well as lifting the toe of my foot and leaving the heel on the floor. A most loathed torture this accelerating limb movement unbidden by me.
And now I get to overhear party-like revellry and banter as if coming from a balcony of a nearby apartment. Funny how the sound gets louder; about 40 min. ago I closed the open window and put on the earmuffs and that was the end of the noise. Now, someone has ramped it up, and no hearing protection can abate the noises the assholes want me to hear.
2115h
Overhead pounding is continuing, that being the 12" of ceiling/floor above me, and somehow negating the carpeted floors in the process. I hear the sound of wet tires on pavement outside, the threatening dark clouds did deliver rain it seems, the first in three weeks. Hard to imagine it isn't connected with the recent rounds of noise and and now overhead thumpings, but I am never sure as to why it all decends at once.
Anyhow, I am getting the restless legs bullshit and am calling this one done.
The assholes have gone beserk in foiling me in looking up someone on the phone book website, Canada411. The fuckers froze up the Cut/Paste of name and location, twice, then fucked it again with no mouse control, and after the third reboot, the assholes let me run the search and it came up blank. This of a person who has publically posted their phone numbers on the internet, and all I wanted to do was to determine the most recent one. Fucking idiotic that I am not allowed to do a web search after being set up with a multiple phone number "problem" in the first place.
1635h
The lockups (above) were to get me "tuned up" (enraged) for the next exercise, which was to look up a number of subsidized housing locations on Google Map, the addresses from a supplied list. There is a reason they make it more difficult and don't have a map link and photo of the building, and that is to piss me off and put me through the exercise manually, and all the while, put on the overhead pounding and squeaking so I can hear it through my earmuffs when I launch the address search.
And too, putting me through the ropes of not being able to create a login id, as that feature "happened" to be missing from the login page. On and on this insane abuse goes, all to play fucking games over every dot, comma, partial crafted handwritten alphabetic character, tab command, keyboard stroke, mouse move and the rest of the minutae that makes up one's life.
1930h
The part time car dealership cleaning job was on the light side tonight, partially because of a mid-afternoon shutdown of the Parts and Service areas, the ones I clean first. I didn't see much sign of the mechanics leavings in the lunch room even. Anyhow, the Sales staff seems to have a group lunch each Saturday, and as part of the cleanup we get the remnant food items. A quesadilla and yam chips in a black styrofoam container was my score, and it was odd that the boss man didn't want any. I hadn't seen black styrofoam until then, so I imagine is it another new experiment. They had at least four parties and 12 gangstalkers around me when I returned to the apartment lobby with the food booty and a newspaper I took from the recycle garbage. For the walk home with these items the perps saw fit to place two parallel and vertical streaks of "sweat" on the inside of my left eyeglass lens. The Saturday paper has the best jobs listed in it, but as you might discern from past blog postings, I am getting rather jaded by the seeming "job bait" and not even getting an email. Just about every business in a one block radius has advertised at least once for personnel, so it does make me wonder if the job listings aren't some kind of memory jog for the perps' sick games. They like gangstalkers and quislings to do name dropping, so placing ficticious ads in the newspaper for the same objective is not a big stretch for them. And last year's daffodil farm hasn't replied to my email per job listing, the second such occurence in two months, so I wonder if they are going to be real employers or not come August 01 when the car dealership job ends. It will be a two week hiatus between jobs, and that kind of forced break is what the perps do often. They don't like me to start a job and stay in it, as is doesn't offer enough fuckery opportunities, that level of consistency. I still get the planted oildfield job fantasy bullshit, more now than ever, and if there was a difficult job type to break into, that would be it. Besides, they don't like me to earn much money, keeping me in hock is has been the perps' style for over six years now.
Though the sickos did drop a hint that their brown color problem is also wrapped up in their interest in petroleum products. The reason is that crude petroleum (they told me, and I was reminded that this was true) has an element of brown color, and therefore, separating out the brown color of petroleum products (gasoline, asphalt, heating oil, engine oil etc.) from brown colored substances inside the human body is extremely problematic. Which might be why I am getting brown plasma beams from asphalt oil splats shooting at my face when traversing crosswalks.Too bad, it isn't my problem and yet some assholes didn't ask me about getting involved in it by way of relentless abuse. No toilet blockings for the past three weeks might even mark a positive trend with the perps' shit/brown games.
And what is with the police state being so obvious, this story about a private fuel cell researcher, Krister Evertson, of Alaska and Idaho. Any police outfit that is tailing and monitoring him has way too much time on their hands, even if they only went after him once. But that wasn't the case, they pursued him twice, the latter time in Idaho and tried to make a federal case out of re-definining the word "abandon" to mean "intentionally stored". Soon, us TI's talking about the police state will be passe if the police/military are busy taking out innocent citizens with (legal) hobbies they take a disliking to. Anyhow, TI's don't need an education in the powers of the shadow police state, they eat and breathe it every day, all day. A free ringside seat to the inanity of nonconsensual human experimentation.
2045h
The imposed restless legs again; more like leg torquing though, as well as lifting the toe of my foot and leaving the heel on the floor. A most loathed torture this accelerating limb movement unbidden by me.
And now I get to overhear party-like revellry and banter as if coming from a balcony of a nearby apartment. Funny how the sound gets louder; about 40 min. ago I closed the open window and put on the earmuffs and that was the end of the noise. Now, someone has ramped it up, and no hearing protection can abate the noises the assholes want me to hear.
2115h
Overhead pounding is continuing, that being the 12" of ceiling/floor above me, and somehow negating the carpeted floors in the process. I hear the sound of wet tires on pavement outside, the threatening dark clouds did deliver rain it seems, the first in three weeks. Hard to imagine it isn't connected with the recent rounds of noise and and now overhead thumpings, but I am never sure as to why it all decends at once.
Anyhow, I am getting the restless legs bullshit and am calling this one done.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Drop Hop and Split
1335h
More extra-conventional bizarre-ness while having breakfast. A drop of goat milk travelled laterally 5" and landed on the rim of the bowl of cereal I was eating, and then split in two with a continuing drop that went some 8" further to land on the table. I had never seen this one before, and having mere laterally flying drops wasn't enough any more. As always, this was unbidden by me and in no way could any of actions at the moment could be construed as causitive. I had a few other goat milk drops materializing from nowhere and doing laterals, some within the bowl and some further onto the table surface, and again, I was doing absolutely nothing that could be deemed as a putative source. I had never seen the split drop with a two hop trick before, and I wanted to make sure that my faithful readers would be the first to know that the perps are going extra beserk today. And likely for yet more inanity; stupider and stupider seems to describe their current mindset.
Other flailings was over the power supply unit (PSU) for this PC, which is planned for an upgrade to accomodate a video card some day. After months of reading reviews, bookmarking prospective models, entering them onto a spreadsheet, and some contact with a local PC builder, I now find out that he only deals with one brand, one called Sparkle/SPI who I had never heard of. I defered to his experience, some 18 years of PC building, and will get an big whopping 900W PSU in a week or so. This would be another perp classic stunt; spawning endless rounds of research, often goaded by a player who strangely doesn't reveal their hand until later in the game, only to find it was a totally useless endeavor. (He could of told me this a few days ago, but strangely didn't). Just to think, I might have to do this again over motherboards, memory, video cards, and who knows what else. I cannot complain too much though, he does have longevity and reliability as pre-eminent considerations, and for me, this is as good as it gets. The perps wouldn't let me install two sticks of memory a few months ago, even if it was dead easy; they shut down the PC and I was obliged to remove it and it then began working again. I had to disconnect the PC and lug it a block to a local PC shop and have them install it. Needless to say, the gangstalking force was out in spades for my public PC lugging.
1555h
I am being forced into vertical sleepiness after tea and chocolate, and while online. In additon, my vision is getting blurred and dithered. One of those hot days "reactions" it would seem.
1615h
More vertical near sleep conditions are being applied. All the while, hotrod noise is somehow "getting through" my earmuffs. I get hotrod noise at a rate of two per minute, which is considerable for this downtown neighborhood IMHO.
1625h
More dull reading online as I come to the end of my regular web sites to visit. They have also been flashing plasma clouds and beams in my vision; yellow and blue are popular, and as are the maser and vision hacking games. In the later they disrupt my vision to then have the online text swirl, fall into a pattern, or othewise distort with direct invasion of my visual cortex. I see the job board is significantly less today; the perps have been totally confining me for the minimal effort today.
2100h
The perps got me steaming annoyed at the car dealership cleaning job tonight; they fucked me out of remembering to clean the glass table near the glass doors, and then fucked me out of remembering to take the bottle of glass cleaner with me when departing that area. A 60'x2 extra round trip for the assholes, back and forth.
Other weird shit at work was the Sales staff all departing by 1830h when they work until 1900h at this time of year with the longer daylight hours. I have no idea as to why they vacated the premises early, save the perp's orchestration demands. They have been keeping me to exit work at the same sun position, due W. it would seem, casting shadows directly at me and aligned with the street that I am walking to return to this here apartment. This is useful for the perps to conduct backlighting of the subjects in front of me, reducing the availible contrast so they can get just the shape of the Unfavored specimen; guts, bald heads, red heads (extra hair color) etc. The "hurry" nonsense will also be in play tomorrow night as well, as the boss man claims he needs to get off work earlier for some kind of social event.
I also got plenty of plasma attacks, where it appears as a retina burn and keeps following me around no matter which direction I look, often changing color depending on the background colors; blues, to reds and then yellows is common, these squiggles of plasma arranged to pursue me. I am also getting a return of the linear yellow flashing/strobing lights each time I arrive back in the Parts section. As I turn in differing directions the assholes put some more of this irritating strobe effect "from" the inside surface of my glasses. I have no idea as to why they are so transfixed about this particular change in venue, and why they need to apply that particular kind of fuckery there.
The senseless 2 cycle motorcycle noise is getting plenty of airtime tonight; about one every two minutes, heard through the earmuffs.
I am also getting more red flashes in my peripherial vision, and separately, yellow flashes. As always, they fill my visual field with masers and plasma projections, so I am constantly seeing through this screen of visual fuckery. The assholes will go so far as total vision obstruction which ends up in a screaming match with the assholes, then they back off. Just stupider and stupider.
2110h
Knee and leg torquing torture tonight. This fucking imposed restlessness that pisses me off intensely.
2145h
More forced restless legs with vision impairing jerkarounds at the same time. It is the worst of tortures to be so fucking restless and one cannot do anything about it. I even get jabbed in the ass by some unseen and unconventional force as well.
2245h
I was finally driven from online activities by the restless legs jerkaround, and forced to read a book for some 20 minutes before they dithered my reading vision. They also played games with the appearence of the text, as it was seeming to lift off the page. The assholes often do this same stunt when online; strangely manipulating my reading such that the text appears to move forward of this LCD surface on which it lies. This reading and text manipulation bullshit has been relatively new, this year in fact, and represents a new level of being able to fuck someone's life.
This one is done for the day, dull and kept as it has been. Another round tomorrow of the same thing no doubt, enforced boredom.
More extra-conventional bizarre-ness while having breakfast. A drop of goat milk travelled laterally 5" and landed on the rim of the bowl of cereal I was eating, and then split in two with a continuing drop that went some 8" further to land on the table. I had never seen this one before, and having mere laterally flying drops wasn't enough any more. As always, this was unbidden by me and in no way could any of actions at the moment could be construed as causitive. I had a few other goat milk drops materializing from nowhere and doing laterals, some within the bowl and some further onto the table surface, and again, I was doing absolutely nothing that could be deemed as a putative source. I had never seen the split drop with a two hop trick before, and I wanted to make sure that my faithful readers would be the first to know that the perps are going extra beserk today. And likely for yet more inanity; stupider and stupider seems to describe their current mindset.
Other flailings was over the power supply unit (PSU) for this PC, which is planned for an upgrade to accomodate a video card some day. After months of reading reviews, bookmarking prospective models, entering them onto a spreadsheet, and some contact with a local PC builder, I now find out that he only deals with one brand, one called Sparkle/SPI who I had never heard of. I defered to his experience, some 18 years of PC building, and will get an big whopping 900W PSU in a week or so. This would be another perp classic stunt; spawning endless rounds of research, often goaded by a player who strangely doesn't reveal their hand until later in the game, only to find it was a totally useless endeavor. (He could of told me this a few days ago, but strangely didn't). Just to think, I might have to do this again over motherboards, memory, video cards, and who knows what else. I cannot complain too much though, he does have longevity and reliability as pre-eminent considerations, and for me, this is as good as it gets. The perps wouldn't let me install two sticks of memory a few months ago, even if it was dead easy; they shut down the PC and I was obliged to remove it and it then began working again. I had to disconnect the PC and lug it a block to a local PC shop and have them install it. Needless to say, the gangstalking force was out in spades for my public PC lugging.
1555h
I am being forced into vertical sleepiness after tea and chocolate, and while online. In additon, my vision is getting blurred and dithered. One of those hot days "reactions" it would seem.
1615h
More vertical near sleep conditions are being applied. All the while, hotrod noise is somehow "getting through" my earmuffs. I get hotrod noise at a rate of two per minute, which is considerable for this downtown neighborhood IMHO.
1625h
More dull reading online as I come to the end of my regular web sites to visit. They have also been flashing plasma clouds and beams in my vision; yellow and blue are popular, and as are the maser and vision hacking games. In the later they disrupt my vision to then have the online text swirl, fall into a pattern, or othewise distort with direct invasion of my visual cortex. I see the job board is significantly less today; the perps have been totally confining me for the minimal effort today.
2100h
The perps got me steaming annoyed at the car dealership cleaning job tonight; they fucked me out of remembering to clean the glass table near the glass doors, and then fucked me out of remembering to take the bottle of glass cleaner with me when departing that area. A 60'x2 extra round trip for the assholes, back and forth.
Other weird shit at work was the Sales staff all departing by 1830h when they work until 1900h at this time of year with the longer daylight hours. I have no idea as to why they vacated the premises early, save the perp's orchestration demands. They have been keeping me to exit work at the same sun position, due W. it would seem, casting shadows directly at me and aligned with the street that I am walking to return to this here apartment. This is useful for the perps to conduct backlighting of the subjects in front of me, reducing the availible contrast so they can get just the shape of the Unfavored specimen; guts, bald heads, red heads (extra hair color) etc. The "hurry" nonsense will also be in play tomorrow night as well, as the boss man claims he needs to get off work earlier for some kind of social event.
I also got plenty of plasma attacks, where it appears as a retina burn and keeps following me around no matter which direction I look, often changing color depending on the background colors; blues, to reds and then yellows is common, these squiggles of plasma arranged to pursue me. I am also getting a return of the linear yellow flashing/strobing lights each time I arrive back in the Parts section. As I turn in differing directions the assholes put some more of this irritating strobe effect "from" the inside surface of my glasses. I have no idea as to why they are so transfixed about this particular change in venue, and why they need to apply that particular kind of fuckery there.
The senseless 2 cycle motorcycle noise is getting plenty of airtime tonight; about one every two minutes, heard through the earmuffs.
I am also getting more red flashes in my peripherial vision, and separately, yellow flashes. As always, they fill my visual field with masers and plasma projections, so I am constantly seeing through this screen of visual fuckery. The assholes will go so far as total vision obstruction which ends up in a screaming match with the assholes, then they back off. Just stupider and stupider.
2110h
Knee and leg torquing torture tonight. This fucking imposed restlessness that pisses me off intensely.
2145h
More forced restless legs with vision impairing jerkarounds at the same time. It is the worst of tortures to be so fucking restless and one cannot do anything about it. I even get jabbed in the ass by some unseen and unconventional force as well.
2245h
I was finally driven from online activities by the restless legs jerkaround, and forced to read a book for some 20 minutes before they dithered my reading vision. They also played games with the appearence of the text, as it was seeming to lift off the page. The assholes often do this same stunt when online; strangely manipulating my reading such that the text appears to move forward of this LCD surface on which it lies. This reading and text manipulation bullshit has been relatively new, this year in fact, and represents a new level of being able to fuck someone's life.
This one is done for the day, dull and kept as it has been. Another round tomorrow of the same thing no doubt, enforced boredom.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Late and Short
2035h
A whole day of web surfing and related schlepping, and finally I get around to blogging at this time. Not that there is much to say about a shut-in day, save a trip to the part time cleaning job at the car dealership. The job got sabotaged for 15 minutes by the mop bucket going "missing", and the putative party was the scooter dealership that operates out of the basement. I walked the entire building at the main floor and upper floor, and each time I walked by the glass I had someone on the outside paralleling me from the sidewalk or parking lot. Suffice to say, someone had me lined up down to the microsecond and arranged me to be gangstalked from outside and walking in the same direction. This "happened" on three of the four sides of the building. The boss man also made this all possible by arriving 15 minutes late, just a coincidence of course.
I had a few things go wrong, as in extra-conventional gravitic sabotage; coiling of the vacuum cord is particularly fraught of late with the cord taking on some kind of kinks that won't lie flat with the rest of it. And too, there are endless topological games in having the electrical cord get tangled and hung up. Such is life in the adverse imposition realm/prison.
And for once, even a short respite of "only" abated harassment. I made dinner tonight, and it lasts for four meals as it gets cut in four. This is usually when they lay on the harassment as they wouldn't get all the opportunity when having the leftover meals as it goes from fridge to my dinner plate. And in a all too rare event, they eased up on the adversity and harassment, and there were some 8 to 10 relatively minor adverse events, worth ranting about, but nothing enraging. Any made meal like this usually gets between 40 to 60 adverse events, many of them at rage-ifying "reaction" levels. I wondered if it was a holiday or possibly some kind of operational glitch where they didn't crank me up for the 30 minutes of meal preparation, eating and dishes cleaning. Very odd to have an unexpected reprieve like this, and I can count them on one hand for the seven years of this insane abuse, as a consequence of seeming childhood abuse that presents some kind of impasse for the assholes.
I had my swarms of gangstalkers at the intersections on the walk back from the car dealership; I cannot get over how important it is to the perps that crossing the street is a huge event for them. At least 16 ambulatory gangstalkers at the last intersection before the apartment. And lo, if that big yellow motorcycle wasn't parked there as some kind of welcome home prop. I don't know why motorcycles figure so prominently for the assholes, though they tell me it relates to the lost years of when I lived in Montreal, 1956 to 59. That only makes me more curious, but only they know the answers.
2130h
I am getting the highly perturbing knee torquing. This is where they rotate the lower portion of one's leg and slowly exert until pain erupts. Then I move my leg and they start all over again, left leg only tonight (so far). It makes one very restless, and as part of this torture gestalt, they are making me to be extra irritable and prone to switch web pages prematurely. And then typo sabotage with four in the previous sentence until they redirected my attention to them for fixing. The repair of typos invariably begets outside noise at the instant I am converting it to a readable word. They seem to want to capture the moment of rendering a word, and free it up from the usual construct that it happen at the last letter of the word. Fucking bizarre.
2255h
The knee torquing torture ended thankfully, and now more online reading obstruction; causing the lines of text to bend in an arc, and also placing a maser exactly where my point of focus is. This one is done for the day.
A whole day of web surfing and related schlepping, and finally I get around to blogging at this time. Not that there is much to say about a shut-in day, save a trip to the part time cleaning job at the car dealership. The job got sabotaged for 15 minutes by the mop bucket going "missing", and the putative party was the scooter dealership that operates out of the basement. I walked the entire building at the main floor and upper floor, and each time I walked by the glass I had someone on the outside paralleling me from the sidewalk or parking lot. Suffice to say, someone had me lined up down to the microsecond and arranged me to be gangstalked from outside and walking in the same direction. This "happened" on three of the four sides of the building. The boss man also made this all possible by arriving 15 minutes late, just a coincidence of course.
I had a few things go wrong, as in extra-conventional gravitic sabotage; coiling of the vacuum cord is particularly fraught of late with the cord taking on some kind of kinks that won't lie flat with the rest of it. And too, there are endless topological games in having the electrical cord get tangled and hung up. Such is life in the adverse imposition realm/prison.
And for once, even a short respite of "only" abated harassment. I made dinner tonight, and it lasts for four meals as it gets cut in four. This is usually when they lay on the harassment as they wouldn't get all the opportunity when having the leftover meals as it goes from fridge to my dinner plate. And in a all too rare event, they eased up on the adversity and harassment, and there were some 8 to 10 relatively minor adverse events, worth ranting about, but nothing enraging. Any made meal like this usually gets between 40 to 60 adverse events, many of them at rage-ifying "reaction" levels. I wondered if it was a holiday or possibly some kind of operational glitch where they didn't crank me up for the 30 minutes of meal preparation, eating and dishes cleaning. Very odd to have an unexpected reprieve like this, and I can count them on one hand for the seven years of this insane abuse, as a consequence of seeming childhood abuse that presents some kind of impasse for the assholes.
I had my swarms of gangstalkers at the intersections on the walk back from the car dealership; I cannot get over how important it is to the perps that crossing the street is a huge event for them. At least 16 ambulatory gangstalkers at the last intersection before the apartment. And lo, if that big yellow motorcycle wasn't parked there as some kind of welcome home prop. I don't know why motorcycles figure so prominently for the assholes, though they tell me it relates to the lost years of when I lived in Montreal, 1956 to 59. That only makes me more curious, but only they know the answers.
2130h
I am getting the highly perturbing knee torquing. This is where they rotate the lower portion of one's leg and slowly exert until pain erupts. Then I move my leg and they start all over again, left leg only tonight (so far). It makes one very restless, and as part of this torture gestalt, they are making me to be extra irritable and prone to switch web pages prematurely. And then typo sabotage with four in the previous sentence until they redirected my attention to them for fixing. The repair of typos invariably begets outside noise at the instant I am converting it to a readable word. They seem to want to capture the moment of rendering a word, and free it up from the usual construct that it happen at the last letter of the word. Fucking bizarre.
2255h
The knee torquing torture ended thankfully, and now more online reading obstruction; causing the lines of text to bend in an arc, and also placing a maser exactly where my point of focus is. This one is done for the day.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Visual Color Test as Dream Content
1130h
True to prediction, it was at least 1.5 hours before I was allowed to get to sleep last night, and with plenty of noise from outside. Those 0100h buses, going by the noise at least, just aren't on the published schedule. Ditto for the Monday night hotrod noise, one after the other, and only in this town it seems. That all gets "managed" by having me plug my ears, and then while prone, a forced head flip to the other side of my head, only to repeat and an flip back again in a minute or less often times. And this is identical to most Monday nights, along with more sleep perturbations and manipulations.
The perp delivered dream content was truly something they could deliver; I was in a testing lab and was being evaluated for my reactions to red and blue content, and an image transitioning from one color into the other. Given that I am constantly plagued with red plasma flashes in many forms all day long, who would be interested in taking their daytime testing games into one's dream state? Why the same assholes that can now stop my dreams from ending, as they now control the neural circuitry to defeat my auto-dream bailout capabilities, once the province in my control until mid-2008.
Then an early getup time with the noise of preceding heavy duty vehicles proceeding outside, which vaporized once I got up and looked for the vehicles. There weren't any, and it is way too early in this town for any kind of road traffic noise below on a secondary artery that becomes a residential street within a block. On with the noise show, as long as I am not looking for the source, and as always, it suddenly fades out when I am looking for its source.
The overhead tapping noise is getting more airtime of late, especially after 15 minutes of being in bed; it suddenly starts on certain planted thoughts and runs for 10 seconds or so, and is extremely annoying. As always, how can such a noise penetrate 12" of floor/ceiling and with all suites carpeted? Projected noise of some kind, not unlike delivering dreams, plasma beams, maser beams and the rest of the extra-conventional fuckery that passes for an average day of targeted abuse.
And even one's own knowledge of the most trivial order is usurped and derailed. While journalling in my paper journal, the pen ran out of ink, preceded by a page of thinned out ink color. Was I allowed to know the pen was running dry? No sir, not in Fuckworld, the 24x7 extra-conventional abuse to the level of one's neurons, every last one it seems.
1340h
My reading of Rachael O.'s duress in attempting to stay at an El Paso homeless shelter was a compelling read; I hope that she finds somewhere else to stay. And while reading her blog posting, a rainshower erupted outside, and then lunch beckoned with ongoing outside traffic noise that wasn't modified to reflect the wet road conditions. I don't why the perps time rain showers to my activities, but it seem that they do. They use these short rain showers as some kind of all over street cleaning I suspect. Street cleaning machines make all manner of odd appearence when outside, and that includes running them on Sundays in the daytime. I am begining to suspect the rain showers are getting more attention from the perps as there are so many of them, much like the ongoing interuptions to pee, often timed to web page changes, certain web pages, and certain categories of web searches, e.g. employment.
A strung-out day today with an early get-up time and then nothing going on, not even emails or nonharassment phone calls. The perps like this stasis of extending do nothing, boredom or whatever one might call it. They have arranged some work days to be very nonproductive in the past, usually a five or more days in succession.
1620h
As always, a "whim" is planted, and I have something useful to read online, and am allowed to do so. The perps finally let me read about data modelling briefly, the first work related contact with this subject matter in over 7 years. It seems there is still a long row to hoe until I am allowed the relative freedom of the covert harassment days, per-2002. I will be picking daffodil bulbs again this summer I suspect.
2050h
There is something strange going on at the part time cleaning job at the car dealership; its as if a time warp of a kind has been introduced. The same job takes me 45 to 50 minutes now when it took 1hr, 15min. and there isn't a significant difference to explain how this "efficiency improvement" has occured. I suspect there has been some games with the time, watches and the interaction to jimmy this whole adventure from the start. I couldn't figure out then, in Dec. 2008, why it took so long, and although I have shaved down a few things per communication with the boss man, I still cannot account for nearly 30 minutes difference. It is all too strange, never mind the flock of dudes streaming toward me tonight when I finished. At least 40 of them in a block at 1830h, nearly all singly. And at the entrance to the LD store tonight it was the brown dressed Caucasian loitering outside, then entering, followed by the brown skinned dude on the cell phone loitering at the entrance and effectively blocking it. He was wearing an identical black toque as I was, and is the second such loitering Fuckwit who has been doing this in the past months.
And when beginning tonight's cleaning job there was a lingering customer, and it "happened" to my my old GP doctor, the asshole that dumped me as a patient. He played the "complicated condition" card, and I told him it wasn't complicated at all, but he jerked me around as part of the sayonara. Considering how little I see a GP, this was deliberately provocative, getting me pissed off as part of the process and laying on some bullshit from a quarter that was unexpected. Just another one of those "coincidences". Recall in yesterday's blog that the negro receptionist was standing at the front door of the car dealership and then managed to be walking ahead of me when I departed.
And the unabashed coincidence factor is up again; the woman by the Cadbury Creme Eggs where I stopped, also "happened" to arrived at the other only stop I made at the store, the facial cleansers. The Neutrogena Deep Clean is availible after a two month long stocking problem.
And I see more of the seeming staff at the car dealership are tag teaming the gangstalking; one, then when I move to another section, another Fuckwit happens to be arriving, and then a third and so it goes. And another "victim tour" for business owners; the owner of the car dealership is often on gangstalking duty, and has made many pointless visits to where I am working, more than one a evening. But tonight he was with another older man and they were chatting at the Mazda Miata outside the broom closet where I get the vacuum cleaner, gloves and key lanyard. I just thought it was the usual gangstalking operative posing as a buddy to give the owner a cover story to be hanging around, but it was more than that. The boss man later told me it was a business owner from across town, who is heavily into gasoline motor driven products. I have called these "business owner victim tours", and about every six months or so I get another business owner making his debut for the gangstalking cause. I don't know why the perps do this, but they do want me to know who it is, and that they own some business that I have contact with, or did formerly.
There are a few other odd things going on at the car dealership; or at least that is what it seems to me. A white GM Buick has been up and down on the hoist with no seeming work done for the last four days. The black Miata with the light brown rag top is now in its fourth week of being moved around in the service garage. A 6'x4' empty cardboard box is leaning up agains the wall for the past week, and has a green Land Rover insignia printed on it. Seemingly, the large box contained autobody parts. And there are more cardboard boxed autobody parts that keep getting moved around, and they are even painted in the colors of the vehicle, and not black primer painted parts for later painting. I suppose one day the perps will get their brown color and cardboard energetics figured out. And not to forget, this very LCD arrived in a brown cardboard box three months ago, and if it is what it seems, it still retains brown colored energies. Which is why so much plasma and other irradiative fuckery is coming off of it, even as I type.
2230h
More web browsing tonight, and downloading of a database software called MYSQL. My tormentors seem to be very interested in this for whatever reason, and scripted a bathroom break after five minutes of reading the online manual. They like to stage me in increments when it comes to new subjects, endeavors and venues.
Enough for today, and the ongoing knee torquing torture that they are putting on.
True to prediction, it was at least 1.5 hours before I was allowed to get to sleep last night, and with plenty of noise from outside. Those 0100h buses, going by the noise at least, just aren't on the published schedule. Ditto for the Monday night hotrod noise, one after the other, and only in this town it seems. That all gets "managed" by having me plug my ears, and then while prone, a forced head flip to the other side of my head, only to repeat and an flip back again in a minute or less often times. And this is identical to most Monday nights, along with more sleep perturbations and manipulations.
The perp delivered dream content was truly something they could deliver; I was in a testing lab and was being evaluated for my reactions to red and blue content, and an image transitioning from one color into the other. Given that I am constantly plagued with red plasma flashes in many forms all day long, who would be interested in taking their daytime testing games into one's dream state? Why the same assholes that can now stop my dreams from ending, as they now control the neural circuitry to defeat my auto-dream bailout capabilities, once the province in my control until mid-2008.
Then an early getup time with the noise of preceding heavy duty vehicles proceeding outside, which vaporized once I got up and looked for the vehicles. There weren't any, and it is way too early in this town for any kind of road traffic noise below on a secondary artery that becomes a residential street within a block. On with the noise show, as long as I am not looking for the source, and as always, it suddenly fades out when I am looking for its source.
The overhead tapping noise is getting more airtime of late, especially after 15 minutes of being in bed; it suddenly starts on certain planted thoughts and runs for 10 seconds or so, and is extremely annoying. As always, how can such a noise penetrate 12" of floor/ceiling and with all suites carpeted? Projected noise of some kind, not unlike delivering dreams, plasma beams, maser beams and the rest of the extra-conventional fuckery that passes for an average day of targeted abuse.
And even one's own knowledge of the most trivial order is usurped and derailed. While journalling in my paper journal, the pen ran out of ink, preceded by a page of thinned out ink color. Was I allowed to know the pen was running dry? No sir, not in Fuckworld, the 24x7 extra-conventional abuse to the level of one's neurons, every last one it seems.
1340h
My reading of Rachael O.'s duress in attempting to stay at an El Paso homeless shelter was a compelling read; I hope that she finds somewhere else to stay. And while reading her blog posting, a rainshower erupted outside, and then lunch beckoned with ongoing outside traffic noise that wasn't modified to reflect the wet road conditions. I don't why the perps time rain showers to my activities, but it seem that they do. They use these short rain showers as some kind of all over street cleaning I suspect. Street cleaning machines make all manner of odd appearence when outside, and that includes running them on Sundays in the daytime. I am begining to suspect the rain showers are getting more attention from the perps as there are so many of them, much like the ongoing interuptions to pee, often timed to web page changes, certain web pages, and certain categories of web searches, e.g. employment.
A strung-out day today with an early get-up time and then nothing going on, not even emails or nonharassment phone calls. The perps like this stasis of extending do nothing, boredom or whatever one might call it. They have arranged some work days to be very nonproductive in the past, usually a five or more days in succession.
1620h
As always, a "whim" is planted, and I have something useful to read online, and am allowed to do so. The perps finally let me read about data modelling briefly, the first work related contact with this subject matter in over 7 years. It seems there is still a long row to hoe until I am allowed the relative freedom of the covert harassment days, per-2002. I will be picking daffodil bulbs again this summer I suspect.
2050h
There is something strange going on at the part time cleaning job at the car dealership; its as if a time warp of a kind has been introduced. The same job takes me 45 to 50 minutes now when it took 1hr, 15min. and there isn't a significant difference to explain how this "efficiency improvement" has occured. I suspect there has been some games with the time, watches and the interaction to jimmy this whole adventure from the start. I couldn't figure out then, in Dec. 2008, why it took so long, and although I have shaved down a few things per communication with the boss man, I still cannot account for nearly 30 minutes difference. It is all too strange, never mind the flock of dudes streaming toward me tonight when I finished. At least 40 of them in a block at 1830h, nearly all singly. And at the entrance to the LD store tonight it was the brown dressed Caucasian loitering outside, then entering, followed by the brown skinned dude on the cell phone loitering at the entrance and effectively blocking it. He was wearing an identical black toque as I was, and is the second such loitering Fuckwit who has been doing this in the past months.
And when beginning tonight's cleaning job there was a lingering customer, and it "happened" to my my old GP doctor, the asshole that dumped me as a patient. He played the "complicated condition" card, and I told him it wasn't complicated at all, but he jerked me around as part of the sayonara. Considering how little I see a GP, this was deliberately provocative, getting me pissed off as part of the process and laying on some bullshit from a quarter that was unexpected. Just another one of those "coincidences". Recall in yesterday's blog that the negro receptionist was standing at the front door of the car dealership and then managed to be walking ahead of me when I departed.
And the unabashed coincidence factor is up again; the woman by the Cadbury Creme Eggs where I stopped, also "happened" to arrived at the other only stop I made at the store, the facial cleansers. The Neutrogena Deep Clean is availible after a two month long stocking problem.
And I see more of the seeming staff at the car dealership are tag teaming the gangstalking; one, then when I move to another section, another Fuckwit happens to be arriving, and then a third and so it goes. And another "victim tour" for business owners; the owner of the car dealership is often on gangstalking duty, and has made many pointless visits to where I am working, more than one a evening. But tonight he was with another older man and they were chatting at the Mazda Miata outside the broom closet where I get the vacuum cleaner, gloves and key lanyard. I just thought it was the usual gangstalking operative posing as a buddy to give the owner a cover story to be hanging around, but it was more than that. The boss man later told me it was a business owner from across town, who is heavily into gasoline motor driven products. I have called these "business owner victim tours", and about every six months or so I get another business owner making his debut for the gangstalking cause. I don't know why the perps do this, but they do want me to know who it is, and that they own some business that I have contact with, or did formerly.
There are a few other odd things going on at the car dealership; or at least that is what it seems to me. A white GM Buick has been up and down on the hoist with no seeming work done for the last four days. The black Miata with the light brown rag top is now in its fourth week of being moved around in the service garage. A 6'x4' empty cardboard box is leaning up agains the wall for the past week, and has a green Land Rover insignia printed on it. Seemingly, the large box contained autobody parts. And there are more cardboard boxed autobody parts that keep getting moved around, and they are even painted in the colors of the vehicle, and not black primer painted parts for later painting. I suppose one day the perps will get their brown color and cardboard energetics figured out. And not to forget, this very LCD arrived in a brown cardboard box three months ago, and if it is what it seems, it still retains brown colored energies. Which is why so much plasma and other irradiative fuckery is coming off of it, even as I type.
2230h
More web browsing tonight, and downloading of a database software called MYSQL. My tormentors seem to be very interested in this for whatever reason, and scripted a bathroom break after five minutes of reading the online manual. They like to stage me in increments when it comes to new subjects, endeavors and venues.
Enough for today, and the ongoing knee torquing torture that they are putting on.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Retrofitting My Eyeglasses
1145h
Back to the attractive blonde woman at the optician's to measure my glasses and fuss all over me while the quest to get cable temples retrofitted to my glasses continues. All because the said eyeglasses get pulled and jerked with by unseen forces, most often when my hands are occupied. A few days ago they just "shot off" my face and landed in my hand that was at the ready. Getting cable temples, notoriously unavailible except for a few models, will take away the excuses. And I suppose sending them off for a custom job will be part of the game while the old ones are back on my face. They already pulled that stunt for a few days when they "forgot" to edge polish the glasses, and the optician "didn't notice". Never mind the bad acting when she said that. And I found out that my email to her back in January "didn't arrive" somehow, so I resent it with the accompanying sound of noisestalking.
And said blonde optician was dressed in a white and brown colored top, the white portion raised in a filagree like pattern over the brown. A few years ago when they were hounding me at the doctors' office and jerked me around with "forgetting" my appointment while I waited for a half hour, there was a young attractive blonde woman seeming to do counselling for one of the patients. Only near the end of that half hour was I allowed to know it was the same woman who was in my swim lane for at least five years, and "somehow" I didn't recognize her or her voice until they let me in on the fuckery.
There were the usual flush of dudes and Unfavoreds when I exited the opticians; skinheads, native Indians, shiftless male fuckwits, suits with papers and the seeming moronic one who purports to live next door in what I call the "common room", the apartment where a variety of gangstalkers have emerged; negros, Asians, grannies and now the certifiable halfwit who has the unerring ability to "happen" to be where I am. For those who don't know why I am going on about Unfavored demographic group members/gangstalkers, brown colors and blondes, these are the links.
2050h
Talk about severe gangstalking tonight, it was disproportionate. Six fuckwits waiting outside the doors of the apartment building on my exit to the cleaning job at the car dealership. Then at least 60 others for the two block walk, never mind the vehicular gangstalking. Yesterday on this beat I had an illegal left turning vehicle cross the sidewalk 10' in front of me, and the asshole driver was staring at me. WTF; who has the stupidity to make an illegal left into the oncoming driveway lane (all visible beforehand) and then look sideways at the nearest pedestrian he cut off will negotiating this stunning piece driving? Only those who are orchestrated to do so. I also got a stare earlier yesterday from an oncoming cyclist on the sidewalk. Another WTF; engaging in an illegal act and then looks at me pissed off at this fuckwit.
Back to today's insane and intense gangstalking; it wasn't too bad at the car dealership save some late staying "customers" that managed to circulate twice around me, 35 minutes apart. The seeming staff member in Service that was lingering behind pulled his second shit stunt. While I am cleaning up downstairs, he goes upstairs to the men's, does something but doesn't flush the toilet, and then walks through the cleaned area downstairs. Cleaned with the vacuum cleaner, and regular readers know how much the perps like to arrange vacuum cleaners around me and have me or other gangstalkers walk over the just vacuumed surface. I go upstairs to clean the washroom and this guy has left shit particles in the toilet, as if it were suspended sand. How can anyone take a shit like that, never mind if the use of the flushing could accomplish this. As this is the second and identical time it has happened with this Parts dude, I can only suggest it is yet more of the perps' shit and brown campaign. Somehow, the major turd gets teleported out of there, and the few remaining grains are there for some kind of color reference. This topic is so fugly I am going to stop, even if there is more I can add.
Tonight, I learn from the boss man, who came for some "time out" as there were too many late customers for him to finish the job, that I don't need to mop the floor every night like I was doing for the past three months, only every two days. Funny how he never asks the details on what it taking me the longest to do and why, but drops out these "training bulletins" every so often. When I first started I was cleaning the entire Service area floor each night, and was finally "allowed" to relax this to just the busy areas each night. Now, just the busy areas every two nights. And so it goes, but I am grateful for the job, and it keeps me in chocolate and that has been the biggest budget drain for the past five years, being stiffed with a food item I don't need and could easily do without if it weren'f for the mind fucking and the perps' "need" to have me eat brown colored foods for them to figure out what their fucking issue is, vis a vis me (victim). If I don't like the color brown, then who cares? A relentless and depraved phallanx of Fuckwits, now nearly seven overt years of harassment, and for 47 years before that.
Anyhow, when I got out of the car dealership I headed to the LD store for the "forgotten" (them) half of my Rx, and lo, if I didn't get a buck toothed, obese negro woman behind the counter. And of course, more games to delay "finding" the Rx, and what medication it was again, after telling them the first time. This entire episode started out because the doctor didn't "think" to provide me an Rx when I saw him the time before last. Then I had to get a phoned Rx, and the doctor doubled the white pills, and the pharmacy tech told me about it, and advised me not to double up on the medication. Fine, I have been taking the same Rx for over six years now. When I saw the doctor a week ago he gave me a new Rx and I took it in to be filled, He asked about the doubled up white pills and I told him that I didn't know how that happened but it was incorrect. So..., I take the Rx into be filled and come back the next day and lo, they are out of the yellow pills. Finally, I get the yellow pills and then they "forgot" to add the white pills. Four successive trips to the LD store after work, and each trip I purchase Cadbury Creme Eggs, chocolate eggs with a white and orange goo in them to simulate the inside of an egg. Needless to say almost, the noisestalking has increased markedly while eating this infrequent item, and too, the pill intake has varied each day accordingly. Day 1, Monday, no medication intake, the "forget" day, Day 2, no yellow medications but old white one availible because the Rx was doubled by "mistake". Day 3, the same, Day 4 new yellow medications with old white medication. Day 5, new yellow medication with new white medication. All I hope is that this colossal and obsessive machinations over what color of medication I take and the associated yellow color games (eggs, vehicles and gangstalker colors, often with brown), is fucking over. But it isn't, and the assholes are totally predictable and will be at it again, mark my words.
After the LD store then I stop in at the supermarket to get bar chocolate, and had four women clustered around me there. Two were dissimilar redheads, both in grey long coats. Then I had to get coffee, and get it ground up in the grinder, which means I am total gangstalker bait while doing this. Not only is it a brown substance being actively created, but that I am tied to the spot for some five minutes to prevent fuckups, spills and other perp fuckery if allowed. Just like always, I had the assholes around me; left side, then right side, and back again. Then I got fucked out of remembering to get goat milk and was only reminded when seeing it at the checkout. So I go to the back of the store and the fuckers are all over me, blocking aisles and crossing my path in front of me. I get back to the checkout and there is a surge of "customers", and my coffee grinding gangstalker was two in front of me, a large woman between us. Then the redheads "show up" and linger beyond the checkout. Finally I get through and then when leaving the chinless store assistant and a customer converge on me, a mini-swarm. The I get through the doors and the redheads and the others are there in the sidewalk, leaving a narrow 2' path past them, beside the flowers. I was being mind fucked to be highly reactive as well, scooting out of there in an imposed panic. I still had my Asian dude show of at least six at the next pedestrian crossing, and finally I was out of this infernal gangstalk gauntlet the assholes spring on me. Count the Unfavored demographic group members; chinless, redhead, large persons, negro, buck teeth, etc. Enough of this perp beserkness.
Other prepatory games were to force me to have a nap this afternoon with constant road traffic noise for the entire nap. And I wore the earmuffs for most of the afternoon, and it seems that doing this is major gangstalking bait anytime I head out. A long way of saying that the perps went totally beserk tonight, and even rage-fied me when I got back for good measure. It is interesting to note how this is changing in the daytime, and not always full-on abuse all day.
I see that the local boulevard trees have pink blossoms on them, still on the trees. And as part of the perps' color balance games they put on some same colored plasma clouds some 20' ahead of me, presumably to test this same color over the concrete sidewalk. This is very common for the perps to "balance out" colors in short two second or less exposures to a 6' wide, 2' high plasma cloud in this case. Sometimes the plasma games are larger, especially if they need to put it over a street to emulate a vehicle's color that is not in the current mix they have nearby.
2230h
Knee torquing torture tonight; this is where the lower part of my leg is remotely manipulated and twisted slowly until I notice the knee pain. This is to presumably "tweak" neural energies in the brainstem area, which is connected to the knees to enable bipedal walking. Note, I cannot apply this myself, and that it is now "happening" just as I move to a new web page, bookmark a page etc. Much like noisestalking has been arranged simultaneously at these same moments for the past seven years.
This one is done for the day, and now to ponder if I am to get another disrupted sleep like each of the last two nights; kept awake for hours with loud vehicle noises at a rate over three/minute, forced head flipping every two minutes, a light REM sleep, an early 0600h awakening to hear yet more serial road traffic noise (projected IMHO, as the streets are not that busy then), and a 0700h get up time. An near identical sleep script both nights, another never-before overt harassment event.
Back to the attractive blonde woman at the optician's to measure my glasses and fuss all over me while the quest to get cable temples retrofitted to my glasses continues. All because the said eyeglasses get pulled and jerked with by unseen forces, most often when my hands are occupied. A few days ago they just "shot off" my face and landed in my hand that was at the ready. Getting cable temples, notoriously unavailible except for a few models, will take away the excuses. And I suppose sending them off for a custom job will be part of the game while the old ones are back on my face. They already pulled that stunt for a few days when they "forgot" to edge polish the glasses, and the optician "didn't notice". Never mind the bad acting when she said that. And I found out that my email to her back in January "didn't arrive" somehow, so I resent it with the accompanying sound of noisestalking.
And said blonde optician was dressed in a white and brown colored top, the white portion raised in a filagree like pattern over the brown. A few years ago when they were hounding me at the doctors' office and jerked me around with "forgetting" my appointment while I waited for a half hour, there was a young attractive blonde woman seeming to do counselling for one of the patients. Only near the end of that half hour was I allowed to know it was the same woman who was in my swim lane for at least five years, and "somehow" I didn't recognize her or her voice until they let me in on the fuckery.
There were the usual flush of dudes and Unfavoreds when I exited the opticians; skinheads, native Indians, shiftless male fuckwits, suits with papers and the seeming moronic one who purports to live next door in what I call the "common room", the apartment where a variety of gangstalkers have emerged; negros, Asians, grannies and now the certifiable halfwit who has the unerring ability to "happen" to be where I am. For those who don't know why I am going on about Unfavored demographic group members/gangstalkers, brown colors and blondes, these are the links.
2050h
Talk about severe gangstalking tonight, it was disproportionate. Six fuckwits waiting outside the doors of the apartment building on my exit to the cleaning job at the car dealership. Then at least 60 others for the two block walk, never mind the vehicular gangstalking. Yesterday on this beat I had an illegal left turning vehicle cross the sidewalk 10' in front of me, and the asshole driver was staring at me. WTF; who has the stupidity to make an illegal left into the oncoming driveway lane (all visible beforehand) and then look sideways at the nearest pedestrian he cut off will negotiating this stunning piece driving? Only those who are orchestrated to do so. I also got a stare earlier yesterday from an oncoming cyclist on the sidewalk. Another WTF; engaging in an illegal act and then looks at me pissed off at this fuckwit.
Back to today's insane and intense gangstalking; it wasn't too bad at the car dealership save some late staying "customers" that managed to circulate twice around me, 35 minutes apart. The seeming staff member in Service that was lingering behind pulled his second shit stunt. While I am cleaning up downstairs, he goes upstairs to the men's, does something but doesn't flush the toilet, and then walks through the cleaned area downstairs. Cleaned with the vacuum cleaner, and regular readers know how much the perps like to arrange vacuum cleaners around me and have me or other gangstalkers walk over the just vacuumed surface. I go upstairs to clean the washroom and this guy has left shit particles in the toilet, as if it were suspended sand. How can anyone take a shit like that, never mind if the use of the flushing could accomplish this. As this is the second and identical time it has happened with this Parts dude, I can only suggest it is yet more of the perps' shit and brown campaign. Somehow, the major turd gets teleported out of there, and the few remaining grains are there for some kind of color reference. This topic is so fugly I am going to stop, even if there is more I can add.
Tonight, I learn from the boss man, who came for some "time out" as there were too many late customers for him to finish the job, that I don't need to mop the floor every night like I was doing for the past three months, only every two days. Funny how he never asks the details on what it taking me the longest to do and why, but drops out these "training bulletins" every so often. When I first started I was cleaning the entire Service area floor each night, and was finally "allowed" to relax this to just the busy areas each night. Now, just the busy areas every two nights. And so it goes, but I am grateful for the job, and it keeps me in chocolate and that has been the biggest budget drain for the past five years, being stiffed with a food item I don't need and could easily do without if it weren'f for the mind fucking and the perps' "need" to have me eat brown colored foods for them to figure out what their fucking issue is, vis a vis me (victim). If I don't like the color brown, then who cares? A relentless and depraved phallanx of Fuckwits, now nearly seven overt years of harassment, and for 47 years before that.
Anyhow, when I got out of the car dealership I headed to the LD store for the "forgotten" (them) half of my Rx, and lo, if I didn't get a buck toothed, obese negro woman behind the counter. And of course, more games to delay "finding" the Rx, and what medication it was again, after telling them the first time. This entire episode started out because the doctor didn't "think" to provide me an Rx when I saw him the time before last. Then I had to get a phoned Rx, and the doctor doubled the white pills, and the pharmacy tech told me about it, and advised me not to double up on the medication. Fine, I have been taking the same Rx for over six years now. When I saw the doctor a week ago he gave me a new Rx and I took it in to be filled, He asked about the doubled up white pills and I told him that I didn't know how that happened but it was incorrect. So..., I take the Rx into be filled and come back the next day and lo, they are out of the yellow pills. Finally, I get the yellow pills and then they "forgot" to add the white pills. Four successive trips to the LD store after work, and each trip I purchase Cadbury Creme Eggs, chocolate eggs with a white and orange goo in them to simulate the inside of an egg. Needless to say almost, the noisestalking has increased markedly while eating this infrequent item, and too, the pill intake has varied each day accordingly. Day 1, Monday, no medication intake, the "forget" day, Day 2, no yellow medications but old white one availible because the Rx was doubled by "mistake". Day 3, the same, Day 4 new yellow medications with old white medication. Day 5, new yellow medication with new white medication. All I hope is that this colossal and obsessive machinations over what color of medication I take and the associated yellow color games (eggs, vehicles and gangstalker colors, often with brown), is fucking over. But it isn't, and the assholes are totally predictable and will be at it again, mark my words.
After the LD store then I stop in at the supermarket to get bar chocolate, and had four women clustered around me there. Two were dissimilar redheads, both in grey long coats. Then I had to get coffee, and get it ground up in the grinder, which means I am total gangstalker bait while doing this. Not only is it a brown substance being actively created, but that I am tied to the spot for some five minutes to prevent fuckups, spills and other perp fuckery if allowed. Just like always, I had the assholes around me; left side, then right side, and back again. Then I got fucked out of remembering to get goat milk and was only reminded when seeing it at the checkout. So I go to the back of the store and the fuckers are all over me, blocking aisles and crossing my path in front of me. I get back to the checkout and there is a surge of "customers", and my coffee grinding gangstalker was two in front of me, a large woman between us. Then the redheads "show up" and linger beyond the checkout. Finally I get through and then when leaving the chinless store assistant and a customer converge on me, a mini-swarm. The I get through the doors and the redheads and the others are there in the sidewalk, leaving a narrow 2' path past them, beside the flowers. I was being mind fucked to be highly reactive as well, scooting out of there in an imposed panic. I still had my Asian dude show of at least six at the next pedestrian crossing, and finally I was out of this infernal gangstalk gauntlet the assholes spring on me. Count the Unfavored demographic group members; chinless, redhead, large persons, negro, buck teeth, etc. Enough of this perp beserkness.
Other prepatory games were to force me to have a nap this afternoon with constant road traffic noise for the entire nap. And I wore the earmuffs for most of the afternoon, and it seems that doing this is major gangstalking bait anytime I head out. A long way of saying that the perps went totally beserk tonight, and even rage-fied me when I got back for good measure. It is interesting to note how this is changing in the daytime, and not always full-on abuse all day.
I see that the local boulevard trees have pink blossoms on them, still on the trees. And as part of the perps' color balance games they put on some same colored plasma clouds some 20' ahead of me, presumably to test this same color over the concrete sidewalk. This is very common for the perps to "balance out" colors in short two second or less exposures to a 6' wide, 2' high plasma cloud in this case. Sometimes the plasma games are larger, especially if they need to put it over a street to emulate a vehicle's color that is not in the current mix they have nearby.
2230h
Knee torquing torture tonight; this is where the lower part of my leg is remotely manipulated and twisted slowly until I notice the knee pain. This is to presumably "tweak" neural energies in the brainstem area, which is connected to the knees to enable bipedal walking. Note, I cannot apply this myself, and that it is now "happening" just as I move to a new web page, bookmark a page etc. Much like noisestalking has been arranged simultaneously at these same moments for the past seven years.
This one is done for the day, and now to ponder if I am to get another disrupted sleep like each of the last two nights; kept awake for hours with loud vehicle noises at a rate over three/minute, forced head flipping every two minutes, a light REM sleep, an early 0600h awakening to hear yet more serial road traffic noise (projected IMHO, as the streets are not that busy then), and a 0700h get up time. An near identical sleep script both nights, another never-before overt harassment event.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Everything Stops for Tea
1530h
I love that John Baldry album, Everything Stops for Tea, as it deflates some of that pomposity I so loathe. But in fact, the sirens started when I was pouring the boiled water from the kettle into the teapot where the green tea leaves sit for steeping. Making tea, including the steeping time while the color changes, is a big harassment situation, and they made sure I was reminded about it today. There were sirens for when I was pouring the water, and then about four minutes later while sitting 8' away journally and after further color change, visible through my glass Bodum teapot. The assholes have gone extra rabid over other color changes too; flushing the toilet, so the water color passes from yellow tinged to colorless, their shit games, and then the recent "brown rust" color games that emanated from the three faucets after the water supply shutdown they neglected to inform me about in advance earlier this week.
And when I got up to pour my tea into a mug, why, there were the flashing ambulance and firetruck lights right outside my place, some six stories below, in place for me while drinking tea and eating chocolate. The perps' surrogates stopped by for tea it would seem. Regular readers will know how the perps are totally beserk over brown colors, and my contact with anything that is this color, especially when in my mouth and less than an inch from my brain. The harassment has a very strong neural investigation component (slightly understated, har, har), and it isn't too much of a surprise that one's mouth is a perp's battleground to wage their covert neural research agenda, though in my case, they have gone overt since 04-2002. Hence the near universality of the gangstalkers with their tongues hanging out, mouths agape, eating food (often bread, to add in "bread stalking"), spitting, and even puking a few times. (Yes, puking on the street is nothing new, and even spitting has now become the imposed "normal").
Here is part of the "action" outside my apartment less than an hour ago, and I see that the picture import feature of Blogger has suddenly "failed", and I cannot import any other photos after I was jerked around by the selected ones not all importing into Blogger. The rule of TI existence is, you are never allowed do anything once, but at least twice: once for us (the SS), and then for you. This is a zoom in of the idiot show, a police vehicle was also added into the mix, hence the red flash illuminations.
Other side action while the "emergency show" was in progress was to keep up the red colored vehicle testing, presumably as a benchmark to the introduction of the above flashing red lights. The perps put on colored vehicle shows all the time, often with some colored "book ends" and then a transiting same colored vehicle between them. The cardinality and directionality are also important as the distance dependent parameters that they seem to be testing/harassing me for.
2030h
Well, it seems that this one hour per day job isn't going to last that long. I see the strains of planted dissonance have been sustained, now only the third day on the job. The boss claims that it can be done in an hour, when it took me 1.75 hours yesterday, and 1.65 hours today. How can 45 minutes be shaved off a 1 hour 45 minute job and still be able to do it all. I was hauling ass tonight, and no backtracking as I learn about all the locations and the routine, even breaking into an sweati, (likely perp imposed) . I don't know what the "secret" is to speeding up the job so substantially, but it doesn't strike me as doing anything incremental. Either I am getting placed into some time warp, or my watch is getting fucked with (not tonight after checking it out), or there is another agenda focussed on job duration. It might be the preplanned dissonance that will ultimately develop into parting ways. The perps have the end of a gig planned before it begins, and they like specific issues to fester, especially if related to their objectives, one being the topic related to time. And to cap it off after his earlier snits over leaving the mop in the cleaning bucket, when he hadn't informed me about this before, he then gives me a printed list of all what is to be done. And lo, if there isn't more places and items to clean that he did not show me. Not much prospect for shaving this job duration down, and I suspect it will become a bigger issue rather than a smaller one as he was suggesting once I get "experienced".
And to add to the gangstalking action, it was inventory day, so there were about five fuckwits coursing about, though none slowed me up significantly. But they did have that perp ability to arrive at a location immediately preceding me needing to access the same location in the course of my cleaning duties. One of the loitering shiftless ones was smoking a cigarette in the service area, "happening" twice before I passed through there. Then they all came out to wash their hands in the service area sink while I had to wait for them until I could use it for filling up the floor mopping bucket. The boss didn't tell me what to put in the bucket besides water, so I used some of the disinfectant spray I had been using everywhere else. Funny how he didn't ask, and yet expected me to know all the same.
I reckon this cleaning gig might last a month before some event or pre-scripted issue comes to a head. Which suggests that they still don't want me to work in one jobsite for very long, as they nixed my volunteering at a local office last year after about five visits or so. The summer's daffodil picking meant that I was moving along the rows in the field, along with others, so the relocation aspect was met in that way.
2115h
The perps pulled a classic stunt tonight; I was cleaning the glass doors with a piece of paper towel, and put it down as it got soggy. As my hand was moving toward the glass door, the fuckers put that same piece of paper towel back in my hand. Of course I was pissed off, as even placing an object down isn't allowed. It was a new and blatant harassment that was quite over the top and without the usual pretense of creating a situation where I wasn't looking, or it "caught up" on something. Another bastion of conventional normality has been breached by the Sureptiticious Sickos, the SS.
The perps also got me rage-ified tonight in advance of going to my job; it was a making tortillas from scratch, the same way that I have been doing it for over six years, and they flicked food and water around, pulled objects from my grasp, created plenty of extra noise of no ostensible cause, and a number of other imposed vexations and made sure that I got plenty pissed about it. A "warm up" event it seemed, all to create more auric energies for them to be able to detect from their remote locations. I read about someone who could see auras, and that there was a very long trail of this energy if the person was stressed. Regular readers will know that pissing me off is the perps' play of first resort, as this enhances the interaction with other energetic sources, particularly gangstalkers, and especially if I have had an association with the person in the past. Hence, the perp's need to have morphovers, the gangstalkers who know me but are disguised as someone else.
I was out earlier at the LD store this morning to get a newspaper and some drug store items, and they had their Fuckwits arranged for me to either pass by while they were "standing around" (and looking totally stupid), or else positioned exactly where I needed to go. They had the soap section packed with at least five gangstalkers so I didn't bother to get any, and then the chocolate section had a sub 5' tall woman parked exactly where I needed to access, and had her head about 6" away from the display I needed to get to. In other words, placement of the head is very important to the perps, and they wanted this Fuckwit to be exactly where I was to reach to maximize the brown color exposure time. I have never seen their gangstalkers to be so obvious in a store before, but there is always a first time. Said woman gangstalker "joined me" at the checkout, arriving two customers behind me.
It was plain that the above LD store gangstalking was from more Unfavored demographic groups; geriatrics, male gut strutters and male waddlers. I find it funny that they will specialize in a few Unfavored demographic groups rather than mix them up as they usually do. This shopping area has outside benches and it was surprising to see the number of Fuckwits sitting on wet and cold steel, pretending to be casually lounging around. Ditto for the supermarket which I had to visit as the LD store did not have the newspaper in. While there, more male loungers outside at the tables, and the instant I cast a derisive glance, they suddenly spin their head to look away. Fucking bizarre.
2201h
More knee torquing torture tonight while reading my regular blogs; the perps also had me with my earmuffs on and made a pounding noise that got through, often in concert with having my leg twisted below my knee. They like to do this because the pain sensations are recieved directly in the brainstem area where they seem to be fixated if the maser strikes though the neck are a usefull clue. At the same time, they wouldn't let me read for full comprehension, and instead, had me flit about, reading portions here and there, and never being allowed to attain reading continuity. Nothing new there, just that there was the siultaneous knee torquing and thumping through the earmuffs.
I am going to call this one done for the day as it is clear that my onine time is being constrained tonight, and the typo sabotage has just increased to rage-ification levels.
I love that John Baldry album, Everything Stops for Tea, as it deflates some of that pomposity I so loathe. But in fact, the sirens started when I was pouring the boiled water from the kettle into the teapot where the green tea leaves sit for steeping. Making tea, including the steeping time while the color changes, is a big harassment situation, and they made sure I was reminded about it today. There were sirens for when I was pouring the water, and then about four minutes later while sitting 8' away journally and after further color change, visible through my glass Bodum teapot. The assholes have gone extra rabid over other color changes too; flushing the toilet, so the water color passes from yellow tinged to colorless, their shit games, and then the recent "brown rust" color games that emanated from the three faucets after the water supply shutdown they neglected to inform me about in advance earlier this week.
And when I got up to pour my tea into a mug, why, there were the flashing ambulance and firetruck lights right outside my place, some six stories below, in place for me while drinking tea and eating chocolate. The perps' surrogates stopped by for tea it would seem. Regular readers will know how the perps are totally beserk over brown colors, and my contact with anything that is this color, especially when in my mouth and less than an inch from my brain. The harassment has a very strong neural investigation component (slightly understated, har, har), and it isn't too much of a surprise that one's mouth is a perp's battleground to wage their covert neural research agenda, though in my case, they have gone overt since 04-2002. Hence the near universality of the gangstalkers with their tongues hanging out, mouths agape, eating food (often bread, to add in "bread stalking"), spitting, and even puking a few times. (Yes, puking on the street is nothing new, and even spitting has now become the imposed "normal").
Here is part of the "action" outside my apartment less than an hour ago, and I see that the picture import feature of Blogger has suddenly "failed", and I cannot import any other photos after I was jerked around by the selected ones not all importing into Blogger. The rule of TI existence is, you are never allowed do anything once, but at least twice: once for us (the SS), and then for you. This is a zoom in of the idiot show, a police vehicle was also added into the mix, hence the red flash illuminations.
Other side action while the "emergency show" was in progress was to keep up the red colored vehicle testing, presumably as a benchmark to the introduction of the above flashing red lights. The perps put on colored vehicle shows all the time, often with some colored "book ends" and then a transiting same colored vehicle between them. The cardinality and directionality are also important as the distance dependent parameters that they seem to be testing/harassing me for.
2030h
Well, it seems that this one hour per day job isn't going to last that long. I see the strains of planted dissonance have been sustained, now only the third day on the job. The boss claims that it can be done in an hour, when it took me 1.75 hours yesterday, and 1.65 hours today. How can 45 minutes be shaved off a 1 hour 45 minute job and still be able to do it all. I was hauling ass tonight, and no backtracking as I learn about all the locations and the routine, even breaking into an sweati, (likely perp imposed) . I don't know what the "secret" is to speeding up the job so substantially, but it doesn't strike me as doing anything incremental. Either I am getting placed into some time warp, or my watch is getting fucked with (not tonight after checking it out), or there is another agenda focussed on job duration. It might be the preplanned dissonance that will ultimately develop into parting ways. The perps have the end of a gig planned before it begins, and they like specific issues to fester, especially if related to their objectives, one being the topic related to time. And to cap it off after his earlier snits over leaving the mop in the cleaning bucket, when he hadn't informed me about this before, he then gives me a printed list of all what is to be done. And lo, if there isn't more places and items to clean that he did not show me. Not much prospect for shaving this job duration down, and I suspect it will become a bigger issue rather than a smaller one as he was suggesting once I get "experienced".
And to add to the gangstalking action, it was inventory day, so there were about five fuckwits coursing about, though none slowed me up significantly. But they did have that perp ability to arrive at a location immediately preceding me needing to access the same location in the course of my cleaning duties. One of the loitering shiftless ones was smoking a cigarette in the service area, "happening" twice before I passed through there. Then they all came out to wash their hands in the service area sink while I had to wait for them until I could use it for filling up the floor mopping bucket. The boss didn't tell me what to put in the bucket besides water, so I used some of the disinfectant spray I had been using everywhere else. Funny how he didn't ask, and yet expected me to know all the same.
I reckon this cleaning gig might last a month before some event or pre-scripted issue comes to a head. Which suggests that they still don't want me to work in one jobsite for very long, as they nixed my volunteering at a local office last year after about five visits or so. The summer's daffodil picking meant that I was moving along the rows in the field, along with others, so the relocation aspect was met in that way.
2115h
The perps pulled a classic stunt tonight; I was cleaning the glass doors with a piece of paper towel, and put it down as it got soggy. As my hand was moving toward the glass door, the fuckers put that same piece of paper towel back in my hand. Of course I was pissed off, as even placing an object down isn't allowed. It was a new and blatant harassment that was quite over the top and without the usual pretense of creating a situation where I wasn't looking, or it "caught up" on something. Another bastion of conventional normality has been breached by the Sureptiticious Sickos, the SS.
The perps also got me rage-ified tonight in advance of going to my job; it was a making tortillas from scratch, the same way that I have been doing it for over six years, and they flicked food and water around, pulled objects from my grasp, created plenty of extra noise of no ostensible cause, and a number of other imposed vexations and made sure that I got plenty pissed about it. A "warm up" event it seemed, all to create more auric energies for them to be able to detect from their remote locations. I read about someone who could see auras, and that there was a very long trail of this energy if the person was stressed. Regular readers will know that pissing me off is the perps' play of first resort, as this enhances the interaction with other energetic sources, particularly gangstalkers, and especially if I have had an association with the person in the past. Hence, the perp's need to have morphovers, the gangstalkers who know me but are disguised as someone else.
I was out earlier at the LD store this morning to get a newspaper and some drug store items, and they had their Fuckwits arranged for me to either pass by while they were "standing around" (and looking totally stupid), or else positioned exactly where I needed to go. They had the soap section packed with at least five gangstalkers so I didn't bother to get any, and then the chocolate section had a sub 5' tall woman parked exactly where I needed to access, and had her head about 6" away from the display I needed to get to. In other words, placement of the head is very important to the perps, and they wanted this Fuckwit to be exactly where I was to reach to maximize the brown color exposure time. I have never seen their gangstalkers to be so obvious in a store before, but there is always a first time. Said woman gangstalker "joined me" at the checkout, arriving two customers behind me.
It was plain that the above LD store gangstalking was from more Unfavored demographic groups; geriatrics, male gut strutters and male waddlers. I find it funny that they will specialize in a few Unfavored demographic groups rather than mix them up as they usually do. This shopping area has outside benches and it was surprising to see the number of Fuckwits sitting on wet and cold steel, pretending to be casually lounging around. Ditto for the supermarket which I had to visit as the LD store did not have the newspaper in. While there, more male loungers outside at the tables, and the instant I cast a derisive glance, they suddenly spin their head to look away. Fucking bizarre.
2201h
More knee torquing torture tonight while reading my regular blogs; the perps also had me with my earmuffs on and made a pounding noise that got through, often in concert with having my leg twisted below my knee. They like to do this because the pain sensations are recieved directly in the brainstem area where they seem to be fixated if the maser strikes though the neck are a usefull clue. At the same time, they wouldn't let me read for full comprehension, and instead, had me flit about, reading portions here and there, and never being allowed to attain reading continuity. Nothing new there, just that there was the siultaneous knee torquing and thumping through the earmuffs.
I am going to call this one done for the day as it is clear that my onine time is being constrained tonight, and the typo sabotage has just increased to rage-ification levels.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Haircut Fakeout
1500h
I was all "ready", (read, mind planted with this notion by remote means), to get my haircut this morning at a new location, one I haven't been to before. I had shut the PC down and when walking to the door I "recalled" that another needed task was to wash my backpack after two months of grubby farm dust accumulations. So, I was then suddenly disinclined to go outside, and washed out my backpack instead. This serves only as an example of how one's TI life can be jerked around; a "need" is readily diverted and a replacement activity is swapped into its place. Just more of the same, this task substitution games, not to mention many like it.
There have been a fair number of provocations today, all to get me ranting about these assholes; it is the continuance of their most reliable tactic; piss me off and ensure that I vocalize about, using the scripted vocabulary. After the confirmation of the farm worker's crew bus discontinuation yesterday, I have a whole week of doing nothing much. Even chasing partime job prospects isn't planned as I will be away next week, driving my parents on a week's holiday, similar to last year. No doubt the intineray has been long planned and that it is up to me to "find out". Wine making and tasting will be a significant component of the activities next week, and I am sure that this fits with a perp agenda in some way as they had me making wine for over 20 years, and taking to a high level of craft. Sometimes a whole case of wine would disappear, usually when I was away working in Everett, Washington State, and I thought it was my ex guzzling it when I had instructed her not to. So, it may come to pass that many of these "disappearences" will return one day. Three folding penknives of the same kind have also gone missing, one from my apartment.
These highly constrained life circumstances of living in an apartment with the aid of a subsidy don't even allow for purchasing wine, and I will have to settle for wine tastings next week.
2200h
A shut-in day as it so "happened", not even allowed to put the garbage out, which is still on the ground floor as the garbage chute is still "broken". And so, the "plastic bag people" have greater reason to pass by toting their plastic bags, an ongoing anomalous population that sprang up when the harassment began in 2002. This, and other consistent activities indicate that the perps have a problem with many kinds of plastics, compounded by the fact that I have trace level plastic pollutants in me like anyone else does. I routinely get a PVC bearing irrigation services vehicle passing by when on my outings, and also garbage bag toting vagrants as another.
My assigned duties have been to research more graphics cards, now the ATI and NVidia lineup, having "gone off" the Matrox line as they don't have the performance. This would be another covetous search the perps like me to go through with every so often. Two years ago it was motherboards, and the research went on for weeks, even if I hadn't figured out who was going to put it all together and ensure the parts would be compatible. I really didn't have any intention of replacing my PC then as I was running out of my savings then, but lo, if the motherboard on my extant PC didn't get cooked, and then I did need one. The perps won't let me work on anything now, and so I was mostly constrained by what the PC repair shop was selling. This Foxconn motherboard has been very reliable, but from that I had to get an Intel CPU when the covetous research was based on a AMD CPU. So much for all those months of planning, all for naught in the true perp tradition of swapping out my intentions for something they had long arranged. But it would seem that I am being lined up to get a new graphics board, with the same problem; who do I get to put it together when it is unlikely that I would purchase one from them as bricks and mortar retail will run an extra 50%? Like before, I just might have to eat the extra costs, though I have ordered online to be delivered to the PC repair shop as I did with the Foxconn episode; the CPU and memory came from back east, and the motherboard from the repair shop. Why the perps arranged this I don't know, possibly as part of their geographic research. I also went through this with the PC case upgrade of a few months ago, taking a lesser model when I could of got one better (quieter) for the same price if ordered online. The exigencies of the situation meant that ordering a case through the PC repair shop was minimal down time. Enough of that dulldom.
2255h
Another round of knee torquing torture and imposed restless legs means that I am going to call this day done to alleviate this fuckery that has been playing in concert with noises and forced itches that need to be scratched.
I was all "ready", (read, mind planted with this notion by remote means), to get my haircut this morning at a new location, one I haven't been to before. I had shut the PC down and when walking to the door I "recalled" that another needed task was to wash my backpack after two months of grubby farm dust accumulations. So, I was then suddenly disinclined to go outside, and washed out my backpack instead. This serves only as an example of how one's TI life can be jerked around; a "need" is readily diverted and a replacement activity is swapped into its place. Just more of the same, this task substitution games, not to mention many like it.
There have been a fair number of provocations today, all to get me ranting about these assholes; it is the continuance of their most reliable tactic; piss me off and ensure that I vocalize about, using the scripted vocabulary. After the confirmation of the farm worker's crew bus discontinuation yesterday, I have a whole week of doing nothing much. Even chasing partime job prospects isn't planned as I will be away next week, driving my parents on a week's holiday, similar to last year. No doubt the intineray has been long planned and that it is up to me to "find out". Wine making and tasting will be a significant component of the activities next week, and I am sure that this fits with a perp agenda in some way as they had me making wine for over 20 years, and taking to a high level of craft. Sometimes a whole case of wine would disappear, usually when I was away working in Everett, Washington State, and I thought it was my ex guzzling it when I had instructed her not to. So, it may come to pass that many of these "disappearences" will return one day. Three folding penknives of the same kind have also gone missing, one from my apartment.
These highly constrained life circumstances of living in an apartment with the aid of a subsidy don't even allow for purchasing wine, and I will have to settle for wine tastings next week.
2200h
A shut-in day as it so "happened", not even allowed to put the garbage out, which is still on the ground floor as the garbage chute is still "broken". And so, the "plastic bag people" have greater reason to pass by toting their plastic bags, an ongoing anomalous population that sprang up when the harassment began in 2002. This, and other consistent activities indicate that the perps have a problem with many kinds of plastics, compounded by the fact that I have trace level plastic pollutants in me like anyone else does. I routinely get a PVC bearing irrigation services vehicle passing by when on my outings, and also garbage bag toting vagrants as another.
My assigned duties have been to research more graphics cards, now the ATI and NVidia lineup, having "gone off" the Matrox line as they don't have the performance. This would be another covetous search the perps like me to go through with every so often. Two years ago it was motherboards, and the research went on for weeks, even if I hadn't figured out who was going to put it all together and ensure the parts would be compatible. I really didn't have any intention of replacing my PC then as I was running out of my savings then, but lo, if the motherboard on my extant PC didn't get cooked, and then I did need one. The perps won't let me work on anything now, and so I was mostly constrained by what the PC repair shop was selling. This Foxconn motherboard has been very reliable, but from that I had to get an Intel CPU when the covetous research was based on a AMD CPU. So much for all those months of planning, all for naught in the true perp tradition of swapping out my intentions for something they had long arranged. But it would seem that I am being lined up to get a new graphics board, with the same problem; who do I get to put it together when it is unlikely that I would purchase one from them as bricks and mortar retail will run an extra 50%? Like before, I just might have to eat the extra costs, though I have ordered online to be delivered to the PC repair shop as I did with the Foxconn episode; the CPU and memory came from back east, and the motherboard from the repair shop. Why the perps arranged this I don't know, possibly as part of their geographic research. I also went through this with the PC case upgrade of a few months ago, taking a lesser model when I could of got one better (quieter) for the same price if ordered online. The exigencies of the situation meant that ordering a case through the PC repair shop was minimal down time. Enough of that dulldom.
2255h
Another round of knee torquing torture and imposed restless legs means that I am going to call this day done to alleviate this fuckery that has been playing in concert with noises and forced itches that need to be scratched.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
KneeTorquing
2025h
The joys of PC activity are becoming more strained by what the perps see as their right to apply force to the lower leg to then create knee pain, or knee torquing pressure. They did this last night, and it seems to be a regular evening time harassment game. I suspect that the severe emanations coming off this LCD display are a "golden moment" of opportunity, though for what remains a mystery. Recent research in a past blog posting has determined that the knee sensations are on a brainstem neural pathway. And I have long suspected that they are working on this brain region as they often fire masers through my neck, above my Adams Apple.
I was sorting bulbs on the conveyor belt for 8.5 hours today, and I must of had over 500 fake touches applied to me. There were minor whacks in the foot, exactly the same place and intensity, false touches applied to my fingertips when attempting to ascertain daffodil bulb firmness, and the faux bashings into the PVC pipes that were either side of me. In the latter case my arms were at least 4" away and yet they would apply a sensation as if I had blundered into the PVC uprights.
I am being dociled as I write this, and chances are that this posting will not be long, no matter all the intrigues of the gangstalking assholes.
I see Anonymous knows my first name, and is still at posting comments; the obdurate clinical explanation thing again. No, I am not perturbed about some asshole playing shrink over the internet; I just wish they had the gumption to engage in debate, and keeping personal diatribes out of public places. It is time to shut down the comments for a while until this fuckwit finds a life apart from invading mine. As is I haven't experienced enough invasion and associated adversity.
2125h
Picture time again, this of some recent sabotage. And no, this does not prove that I am being harassed by dynamic extra conventional gravitic forces; all it means is that some very odd things are going on around me, and it is not always applied to me directly.
The first two, take 07-22.2008, of my former Patagonia Capeline shirt before I tossed it out. (It is still in the trash, not yet taken out, hmmm...). The splatter marks "erupted" in the laundry "somehow". The creases were never there at first, and became permanent fixtures of the fabric at some point.
Near the hem of the shirt on the most prominent fold in the center of the picture, there is a fuzzy patch that "erupted" some months back, identical in location and type to another shirt of a different color. It is best seen when zoomed in. The streak also "erupted" in the last laundering, and it has the orientation of being precisely othogonal with the fabric direction. Hard to pull that off randomly; see it in the zoom shot below.
Never have I placed a mark with such precision; then again, I wasn't alone when my past garment markings "happened".
Taken 08-10-2008, this fleece pull over was laundered for the first or second time in the 8 years I have owned it. I don't wear it that often, as I don't like pullovers all that much. This sweater has been taken into an alterations shop a half block away, and I am sure that fact figures in the endless distance dependent games that go on all around me. I took my boots into a shoemaker one block away to be repaired the same day. Again, it could be more distance dependent games, this time in a S. direction.
Anyhow, time to call this one done for the day, and I apologize in advance for such paucity about the extra conventional goings on that are my life.
The joys of PC activity are becoming more strained by what the perps see as their right to apply force to the lower leg to then create knee pain, or knee torquing pressure. They did this last night, and it seems to be a regular evening time harassment game. I suspect that the severe emanations coming off this LCD display are a "golden moment" of opportunity, though for what remains a mystery. Recent research in a past blog posting has determined that the knee sensations are on a brainstem neural pathway. And I have long suspected that they are working on this brain region as they often fire masers through my neck, above my Adams Apple.
I was sorting bulbs on the conveyor belt for 8.5 hours today, and I must of had over 500 fake touches applied to me. There were minor whacks in the foot, exactly the same place and intensity, false touches applied to my fingertips when attempting to ascertain daffodil bulb firmness, and the faux bashings into the PVC pipes that were either side of me. In the latter case my arms were at least 4" away and yet they would apply a sensation as if I had blundered into the PVC uprights.
I am being dociled as I write this, and chances are that this posting will not be long, no matter all the intrigues of the gangstalking assholes.
I see Anonymous knows my first name, and is still at posting comments; the obdurate clinical explanation thing again. No, I am not perturbed about some asshole playing shrink over the internet; I just wish they had the gumption to engage in debate, and keeping personal diatribes out of public places. It is time to shut down the comments for a while until this fuckwit finds a life apart from invading mine. As is I haven't experienced enough invasion and associated adversity.
2125h
Picture time again, this of some recent sabotage. And no, this does not prove that I am being harassed by dynamic extra conventional gravitic forces; all it means is that some very odd things are going on around me, and it is not always applied to me directly.
The first two, take 07-22.2008, of my former Patagonia Capeline shirt before I tossed it out. (It is still in the trash, not yet taken out, hmmm...). The splatter marks "erupted" in the laundry "somehow". The creases were never there at first, and became permanent fixtures of the fabric at some point.
Near the hem of the shirt on the most prominent fold in the center of the picture, there is a fuzzy patch that "erupted" some months back, identical in location and type to another shirt of a different color. It is best seen when zoomed in. The streak also "erupted" in the last laundering, and it has the orientation of being precisely othogonal with the fabric direction. Hard to pull that off randomly; see it in the zoom shot below.
Never have I placed a mark with such precision; then again, I wasn't alone when my past garment markings "happened".
Taken 08-10-2008, this fleece pull over was laundered for the first or second time in the 8 years I have owned it. I don't wear it that often, as I don't like pullovers all that much. This sweater has been taken into an alterations shop a half block away, and I am sure that fact figures in the endless distance dependent games that go on all around me. I took my boots into a shoemaker one block away to be repaired the same day. Again, it could be more distance dependent games, this time in a S. direction.
Anyhow, time to call this one done for the day, and I apologize in advance for such paucity about the extra conventional goings on that are my life.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Well Timed Phone Calls
1420h
A 10 hour sleep was my allotment last night, "only" two hours longer than normal. I suspect the light conditions and the subsequent timing changes to mealtimes and other events is part of the plan behind this game. I don't need extra sleep, and I am never tired from having shorter than normal sleep, so why are my awakening times fluctuating so much? I might as well talk to a wall, the metaphor of the futility of getting an answer as to why my life circumstances, including those I don't recall, are of such abiding interest to an organization of covert psychopaths who arrange every last crumb and dust bunny in my existence.
I notice the phone calls are attaining greater precision as to when they are arranged and also the content of the call, assuming it is not an nuisance call, and I get plenty of those too. yesterday my in-town brother called exactly when I had shutdown this PC in the Windows panel but before it had physically shutdown. The phone call covered the physical shutdown that followed some 20 seconds later, as well, and just got stupider until his scripted content ran out of logical gas. And I note, he didn't need to follow up as he said he would; his PC training "need" has been the biggest bullshit show going, and he never did explain how it arrived at his place and how it was set up that very first day he had it. Part of the game seems to be making it obvious, as the recent followings (stalkings) have made plain.
I got a call from my lawyer this morning, asking about the disposition of the files related to the divorce proceedings; for better or worse (har, har), I said to dispose of them as the income tax harassment has moved on from the nature of the court ordered support payments to jerking me around as to which source supplies me my disability income, (another joke, though of no ironic humor to me at least).
Anyhow, he is a decent person and helped me immeasurably after the three flakes beforehand became impossible to deal with. And of course that was arranged too, all to protract the process and cost me megabucks over a no-brainer negotiated settlement. Soo..., I entertained his questions as to what I am doing, the topic of exercise and working out which is of mutual interest, how blatant the gangstalking has become with specific examples, the doctor follies and this here blog which has photographs of unusual color clusters of vehicles and the other fuckery that can me photographed. He even looked up the blog while we were on the phone and read snippets of it. That was interesting, as it suggests there is some common energetic reason of the perps for him to access my blog while we were on the phone. And of course this test would of been planned out for months with other surrogates, and the rest of the vermin that are the operatives that loiter in my midst. Anyhow, the entire phone call was more social than legal, and it was interesting that the examples of the gangstalking I gave to him had been "developed in mind" over the course of the previous day and even the precise words. Like I have said, I don't have conversations (mostly), but elicitations, as in the perps monitoring me while supplying the very words that they control me to use in accordance with the supplied script and shill/quisling. And it "so happened" that I mentioned the topic of the Duplessis Orphans and their trail of woe and grief and how they are still being monitored by covert means decades after that despicable depravity has ended.
When conversing with the lawyer, I got the "sorry this is happening" line, and he then he happened to elaborate on that sentiment about my probable reaction, and it "so happened" that was my reaction; as in, so what, this is bullshit, and everyone knows about its objectives save me. (Overhead pounding erupted when typeing "me"). One other piece of FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt) was cleared up with the lawyer, and that had been the back burner issue of when am I relieved of child support payments, (especially when she earns more than I do in a month). As it "so happened" he had my file on hand, or else it was viewable from his PC, and he read out the stock phrase that was used, "until the child remains part of the marriage". And lo, it was a legalistic loophole (or code more like) to mean that the support payments continue as long as the child is residing with a parent and attending an educational institution over the age of majority, age 19 in this jursidiction. I was legitimately pissed that this was left open ended, and remarked as to how that got missed, an unintentional dig at the lawyer of course. Well, as it so happens, it is the language that the court uses, and is supplied by them. What a farce, using a vague term referencing a past legal arrangement, the specific marriage in dispute/dissolution, and applies it to a forward open ended arrangement that is defined by the child's life circumstances. Having got screwed so many times on this topic, it was only one more addition, so I wasn't too bothered, even though I could do with the financial relief. But it isn't going to happen, and this entire exercise was all about letting me know that after a big run-up of FUD, which was also stoked with my mother's recent feigned interest. This was the end of a big show, the FUD, of airing this topic, and hopefully it is settled and not to be engaged upon until some four years hence.
Enough of my legal woes and the machinations about the other associated agendas that are going on and the timing of the phone call, which was when I was wearing my green hearing protection after been annoyed with the faux neighbor's whining water faucets. The above phone call might have been the big excitement for the day, and I suspect it will come up again, though in differing circumstances. After all, it was at least two years ago I last had any dealings with the lawyer, and that he called about a topic his assistant could of resolved is also a giveaway to there being another purpose to the phone call.
1600h
This is the post tea and chocolate period, and of considerable interest for its dissapation of brown colored food in the digestion process. The overhead tapping noise has started up, and now stopped thatnkfully. I am getting a severe case of the sleepies while seated at this desk, and it may have to be addressed with an afternoon nap. And too, it was a switchover to a different brand of chocolate, an ongoing stunt that plays out on the supermarket shelves each time I go.
I did some more investigation as to disability benefits on account of meeting one of my "bretheren" at the carpet auction, and lound out he was gaming me; that is, supplying fanciful bullshit about the benefits. He said I was eligible for a year long bus pass, but no, that only applies to the provincially classified disabled, and not the federally classified ones, that being me in this case. So after getting this disinformation, and my mother "happening" to be interested in this topic on Monday morning when there at breakfast, is seems this was another case of "name dropping"; or more accurately, "topic mention" for my harassor's benefit. Given that this disinformation dude and the strange granny at the bus shelter traded exact seating arrangements on the bus shelter bench, there is likely more to this sordid tale than it seems. No doubt both of them are morphovers of people I know, hence the seat swapping games.
1640h
A nuisance phone call, the no-one-there trick, which was followed with hallway banter and laughing noise, and then some overhead tapping chimed in at the end of this little run of stunts. I reckon this is part of the "brown investigation" games, per above, and so is the noise. At the time, I was reading about disability payments and offerings and realized the dude at the above mentioned bus stop was full of shit. He was on a provincial government plan even though he said he was on a federal plan. Why do I get this preplanned bullshit coming at me all the time? Some of the Targeted Individuals call this gaming; creating a scenario of activity, or prescribed activity that turns out to be totally pointless. He showed me his annual bus pass, green plastic in his hand, and it is a provincial government issue only for provincial government disability plans. End of story, and that impositional exercise in futility.
1840h
I am getting stroboscoped from a flashing light from outside, this being the "reflection" from the opposite residential tower. Even pulling the curtain didn't help like it once did, as they are making the curtain the source of the flashing.
Taken 05-16-2008. 1513h. All the residents of this apartment that faces E. have coordinated the closure of their venetian blinds to provide a (faux) reflective source for the sunlight to beam into my apartment as the "warm up" for the later games shown in the two photographs below. I suspect that there are no residents in the apartment, and it is empty. I once worked on the top floor for a year when the building was office space.
Taken 05-16-2008, 1750h. This is the apparent source of the later evening illumination and stroboscopic games. This mysterious source illuminates as if a reflection of the sun off the smaller windows note, and casts a beam into this apartment, see below. I have never seen such "capable" reflections as these before, ones that can be aimed into my apartment even of differing windows. My assertion is that this is a plasma related stunt, and also, the apartment is empty as so many proximate ones seem to be, including the one that I am living in.
Taken 05-16-2008, 1750h. This is what "happens" to an E. facing apartment in the late evening, even as I type this at a later date of the photo. Light streams in from the outside "source: (above) and illuminates the full length of the apartment, to the base of the door in the central part, next to the closet mirror doors.
Taken 05-12-2008, 1744h. Just the "usual" three red colored vehicle parked in a dispersed file, with a lead white colored vehicle, the left side of the road. On the right side, three white colored vehicles are parked in a tight file with a silver-grey vehicle in front of them, and a bright yellow vehicle at the head of the parked file. Two black colored vehicles are proceeding down the street, running between these two color arranged parked vehicle files. A "secret agent" on the cell phone at the street corner, just "happens" to be at the same location where there are two previous pictures of personnel doing exactly the same. The other pair of dudes seems unremarkable, and not even displaying that hilarious extra arm flinging that is now standard among ambulatory gangstalkers.
Taken 05-16-2008, 1513h. Three white colored vehicles are parked in file with a lead silver-grey colored vehicle as part of the event when taking photographs from my balcony. On the right side, a dude in a green checked shirt and green shorts is packing his red colored jacket over his arm, as if he were a professional waiter.
Taken 05-14-2008, 1640h. This photo was in yesterday's blog posting, but I wanted to show that the same location of the above photo, taken two days later, has a very similar lineup of same colored vehicles. This is four silver-grey vehicles parked in file in the same location, rahter than three white colored vehicles and one silver grey vehicles. The perps frequently use these colors together, and the three day old trip to Sidney, the site of the carpet auction, had about a 50:50 mixture of these two vehicle colors in a single parking lot, totalling at least twenty in all.
2020h
The "repairman" act has arrived outside my apartment; someone using a handsaw and then it stopped when I had a notion to go to the door and se what was going on.
And I did go finally go outside to see what the noise was, and lo, if there wasn't a 8' long square and some asshole with his back to me walking away. They appear to be sawing metal, screechy noise metal. Fucking bizarre at this time of day, how loud it came through the ear muffs, and that it is in front of another two apartments.
Then a squeaky bus noise arrived and then it dawned on me; the high pitched squeaky noise in the hallway is coming from the right, a rare condition the perps "needed" to plant on me, as I get mostly left side squeakings.
2045h
Now a tapping noise has been added into the noise mix, this time from another direction altogether. I wonder what prompted this squeaky noise assault. And to add insult to injury, the perps are putting a rotten meat smell up my nose while all this is going on, even if there is no such source in my apartment. The fuckery never ends.
2110h
Now the hallway "maintenance job" has become a tapping noise, and the overhead pounding (conrete floor note) has been played to provide some bass to the first noise. I cannot believe it, at this time, the assholes start up building maintenance noise in the hallway. I thought the last place, the putative rooming house was outrageous for anytime noise with no cover story, but no, the assholes are up to the same antics in a 12 storey downtown apartment block.
2200h
I am getting the knee torque torture tonight; the lower part of my leg is turned to then strain the knee and create pain. The site of the recorded pain in the brain must be a very primative neural circuit and is no doubt close in proximity to where the perps are currently looking. This is following the run-up with the hallway noise and smells which have finally abated. All these methods the perps are using in a rotation of fuckery; noises from overhead, left and right sides, infuriation with typo sabotage, vibration from the drilling and activity in the hallway, knee pain administration, plasma projections off the LCD display, jabbing me in the nuts with sharp pains, creating a "need" to scratch my face or my ears, and other games that keep going on all fucking day.
2225h
Time to call this shut-in day done and ponder the potential fuckery for tomorrow, being a yoga and gym day. The latter has all the signs of being removed from my permitted activities. They are changing it so the "advanced" class members work out in the warm up/down area instead of the classroom session for the last half hour. This means that anyone, can walk beside or over top of one as they are on the floor doing their stretches for a duration of 30 minutes. Translated, that means more gangstalking in close, and that is a total piss off. It is bad enough at the gym as it is. Given the vision buggering barrage of irradiation I now get each time I come back from the gym, essentially topping me up to the desired level, I suspect that the perps want to move me off having gym class altogether. This same activity of vision fucking irradiation after hiking in 2006 was identical in practice. They cannot get enough fuckers in close to me for as often as they would like while engaged in an energy dissapating activity, exercise (including the 30 minute walk back), so they cancel it by making out that it was my decision to end the activity due to the imposed changes.
A car alarm has gone off, and it must be the designated noisestalking for when I am about to post this. I shall wait it out, and hopefully not get screwed into a forced "forget".
A 10 hour sleep was my allotment last night, "only" two hours longer than normal. I suspect the light conditions and the subsequent timing changes to mealtimes and other events is part of the plan behind this game. I don't need extra sleep, and I am never tired from having shorter than normal sleep, so why are my awakening times fluctuating so much? I might as well talk to a wall, the metaphor of the futility of getting an answer as to why my life circumstances, including those I don't recall, are of such abiding interest to an organization of covert psychopaths who arrange every last crumb and dust bunny in my existence.
I notice the phone calls are attaining greater precision as to when they are arranged and also the content of the call, assuming it is not an nuisance call, and I get plenty of those too. yesterday my in-town brother called exactly when I had shutdown this PC in the Windows panel but before it had physically shutdown. The phone call covered the physical shutdown that followed some 20 seconds later, as well, and just got stupider until his scripted content ran out of logical gas. And I note, he didn't need to follow up as he said he would; his PC training "need" has been the biggest bullshit show going, and he never did explain how it arrived at his place and how it was set up that very first day he had it. Part of the game seems to be making it obvious, as the recent followings (stalkings) have made plain.
I got a call from my lawyer this morning, asking about the disposition of the files related to the divorce proceedings; for better or worse (har, har), I said to dispose of them as the income tax harassment has moved on from the nature of the court ordered support payments to jerking me around as to which source supplies me my disability income, (another joke, though of no ironic humor to me at least).
Anyhow, he is a decent person and helped me immeasurably after the three flakes beforehand became impossible to deal with. And of course that was arranged too, all to protract the process and cost me megabucks over a no-brainer negotiated settlement. Soo..., I entertained his questions as to what I am doing, the topic of exercise and working out which is of mutual interest, how blatant the gangstalking has become with specific examples, the doctor follies and this here blog which has photographs of unusual color clusters of vehicles and the other fuckery that can me photographed. He even looked up the blog while we were on the phone and read snippets of it. That was interesting, as it suggests there is some common energetic reason of the perps for him to access my blog while we were on the phone. And of course this test would of been planned out for months with other surrogates, and the rest of the vermin that are the operatives that loiter in my midst. Anyhow, the entire phone call was more social than legal, and it was interesting that the examples of the gangstalking I gave to him had been "developed in mind" over the course of the previous day and even the precise words. Like I have said, I don't have conversations (mostly), but elicitations, as in the perps monitoring me while supplying the very words that they control me to use in accordance with the supplied script and shill/quisling. And it "so happened" that I mentioned the topic of the Duplessis Orphans and their trail of woe and grief and how they are still being monitored by covert means decades after that despicable depravity has ended.
When conversing with the lawyer, I got the "sorry this is happening" line, and he then he happened to elaborate on that sentiment about my probable reaction, and it "so happened" that was my reaction; as in, so what, this is bullshit, and everyone knows about its objectives save me. (Overhead pounding erupted when typeing "me"). One other piece of FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt) was cleared up with the lawyer, and that had been the back burner issue of when am I relieved of child support payments, (especially when she earns more than I do in a month). As it "so happened" he had my file on hand, or else it was viewable from his PC, and he read out the stock phrase that was used, "until the child remains part of the marriage". And lo, it was a legalistic loophole (or code more like) to mean that the support payments continue as long as the child is residing with a parent and attending an educational institution over the age of majority, age 19 in this jursidiction. I was legitimately pissed that this was left open ended, and remarked as to how that got missed, an unintentional dig at the lawyer of course. Well, as it so happens, it is the language that the court uses, and is supplied by them. What a farce, using a vague term referencing a past legal arrangement, the specific marriage in dispute/dissolution, and applies it to a forward open ended arrangement that is defined by the child's life circumstances. Having got screwed so many times on this topic, it was only one more addition, so I wasn't too bothered, even though I could do with the financial relief. But it isn't going to happen, and this entire exercise was all about letting me know that after a big run-up of FUD, which was also stoked with my mother's recent feigned interest. This was the end of a big show, the FUD, of airing this topic, and hopefully it is settled and not to be engaged upon until some four years hence.
Enough of my legal woes and the machinations about the other associated agendas that are going on and the timing of the phone call, which was when I was wearing my green hearing protection after been annoyed with the faux neighbor's whining water faucets. The above phone call might have been the big excitement for the day, and I suspect it will come up again, though in differing circumstances. After all, it was at least two years ago I last had any dealings with the lawyer, and that he called about a topic his assistant could of resolved is also a giveaway to there being another purpose to the phone call.
1600h
This is the post tea and chocolate period, and of considerable interest for its dissapation of brown colored food in the digestion process. The overhead tapping noise has started up, and now stopped thatnkfully. I am getting a severe case of the sleepies while seated at this desk, and it may have to be addressed with an afternoon nap. And too, it was a switchover to a different brand of chocolate, an ongoing stunt that plays out on the supermarket shelves each time I go.
I did some more investigation as to disability benefits on account of meeting one of my "bretheren" at the carpet auction, and lound out he was gaming me; that is, supplying fanciful bullshit about the benefits. He said I was eligible for a year long bus pass, but no, that only applies to the provincially classified disabled, and not the federally classified ones, that being me in this case. So after getting this disinformation, and my mother "happening" to be interested in this topic on Monday morning when there at breakfast, is seems this was another case of "name dropping"; or more accurately, "topic mention" for my harassor's benefit. Given that this disinformation dude and the strange granny at the bus shelter traded exact seating arrangements on the bus shelter bench, there is likely more to this sordid tale than it seems. No doubt both of them are morphovers of people I know, hence the seat swapping games.
1640h
A nuisance phone call, the no-one-there trick, which was followed with hallway banter and laughing noise, and then some overhead tapping chimed in at the end of this little run of stunts. I reckon this is part of the "brown investigation" games, per above, and so is the noise. At the time, I was reading about disability payments and offerings and realized the dude at the above mentioned bus stop was full of shit. He was on a provincial government plan even though he said he was on a federal plan. Why do I get this preplanned bullshit coming at me all the time? Some of the Targeted Individuals call this gaming; creating a scenario of activity, or prescribed activity that turns out to be totally pointless. He showed me his annual bus pass, green plastic in his hand, and it is a provincial government issue only for provincial government disability plans. End of story, and that impositional exercise in futility.
1840h
I am getting stroboscoped from a flashing light from outside, this being the "reflection" from the opposite residential tower. Even pulling the curtain didn't help like it once did, as they are making the curtain the source of the flashing.
Taken 05-16-2008. 1513h. All the residents of this apartment that faces E. have coordinated the closure of their venetian blinds to provide a (faux) reflective source for the sunlight to beam into my apartment as the "warm up" for the later games shown in the two photographs below. I suspect that there are no residents in the apartment, and it is empty. I once worked on the top floor for a year when the building was office space.
Taken 05-16-2008, 1750h. This is the apparent source of the later evening illumination and stroboscopic games. This mysterious source illuminates as if a reflection of the sun off the smaller windows note, and casts a beam into this apartment, see below. I have never seen such "capable" reflections as these before, ones that can be aimed into my apartment even of differing windows. My assertion is that this is a plasma related stunt, and also, the apartment is empty as so many proximate ones seem to be, including the one that I am living in.
Taken 05-16-2008, 1750h. This is what "happens" to an E. facing apartment in the late evening, even as I type this at a later date of the photo. Light streams in from the outside "source: (above) and illuminates the full length of the apartment, to the base of the door in the central part, next to the closet mirror doors.
Taken 05-12-2008, 1744h. Just the "usual" three red colored vehicle parked in a dispersed file, with a lead white colored vehicle, the left side of the road. On the right side, three white colored vehicles are parked in a tight file with a silver-grey vehicle in front of them, and a bright yellow vehicle at the head of the parked file. Two black colored vehicles are proceeding down the street, running between these two color arranged parked vehicle files. A "secret agent" on the cell phone at the street corner, just "happens" to be at the same location where there are two previous pictures of personnel doing exactly the same. The other pair of dudes seems unremarkable, and not even displaying that hilarious extra arm flinging that is now standard among ambulatory gangstalkers.
Taken 05-16-2008, 1513h. Three white colored vehicles are parked in file with a lead silver-grey colored vehicle as part of the event when taking photographs from my balcony. On the right side, a dude in a green checked shirt and green shorts is packing his red colored jacket over his arm, as if he were a professional waiter.
Taken 05-14-2008, 1640h. This photo was in yesterday's blog posting, but I wanted to show that the same location of the above photo, taken two days later, has a very similar lineup of same colored vehicles. This is four silver-grey vehicles parked in file in the same location, rahter than three white colored vehicles and one silver grey vehicles. The perps frequently use these colors together, and the three day old trip to Sidney, the site of the carpet auction, had about a 50:50 mixture of these two vehicle colors in a single parking lot, totalling at least twenty in all.
2020h
The "repairman" act has arrived outside my apartment; someone using a handsaw and then it stopped when I had a notion to go to the door and se what was going on.
And I did go finally go outside to see what the noise was, and lo, if there wasn't a 8' long square and some asshole with his back to me walking away. They appear to be sawing metal, screechy noise metal. Fucking bizarre at this time of day, how loud it came through the ear muffs, and that it is in front of another two apartments.
Then a squeaky bus noise arrived and then it dawned on me; the high pitched squeaky noise in the hallway is coming from the right, a rare condition the perps "needed" to plant on me, as I get mostly left side squeakings.
2045h
Now a tapping noise has been added into the noise mix, this time from another direction altogether. I wonder what prompted this squeaky noise assault. And to add insult to injury, the perps are putting a rotten meat smell up my nose while all this is going on, even if there is no such source in my apartment. The fuckery never ends.
2110h
Now the hallway "maintenance job" has become a tapping noise, and the overhead pounding (conrete floor note) has been played to provide some bass to the first noise. I cannot believe it, at this time, the assholes start up building maintenance noise in the hallway. I thought the last place, the putative rooming house was outrageous for anytime noise with no cover story, but no, the assholes are up to the same antics in a 12 storey downtown apartment block.
2200h
I am getting the knee torque torture tonight; the lower part of my leg is turned to then strain the knee and create pain. The site of the recorded pain in the brain must be a very primative neural circuit and is no doubt close in proximity to where the perps are currently looking. This is following the run-up with the hallway noise and smells which have finally abated. All these methods the perps are using in a rotation of fuckery; noises from overhead, left and right sides, infuriation with typo sabotage, vibration from the drilling and activity in the hallway, knee pain administration, plasma projections off the LCD display, jabbing me in the nuts with sharp pains, creating a "need" to scratch my face or my ears, and other games that keep going on all fucking day.
2225h
Time to call this shut-in day done and ponder the potential fuckery for tomorrow, being a yoga and gym day. The latter has all the signs of being removed from my permitted activities. They are changing it so the "advanced" class members work out in the warm up/down area instead of the classroom session for the last half hour. This means that anyone, can walk beside or over top of one as they are on the floor doing their stretches for a duration of 30 minutes. Translated, that means more gangstalking in close, and that is a total piss off. It is bad enough at the gym as it is. Given the vision buggering barrage of irradiation I now get each time I come back from the gym, essentially topping me up to the desired level, I suspect that the perps want to move me off having gym class altogether. This same activity of vision fucking irradiation after hiking in 2006 was identical in practice. They cannot get enough fuckers in close to me for as often as they would like while engaged in an energy dissapating activity, exercise (including the 30 minute walk back), so they cancel it by making out that it was my decision to end the activity due to the imposed changes.
A car alarm has gone off, and it must be the designated noisestalking for when I am about to post this. I shall wait it out, and hopefully not get screwed into a forced "forget".
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Mustard and Ketchup
1945h
A busy day are Thursdays with yoga and gym and today was busier yet; I was awakened inordinantly early at 0700h, and had time to do the laundry before heading out to yoga. And lo, if they didn't place six gangstalkers around me at the apartment lobby when headed out for the first time, one holding the door for me no less. It must of been that just-laundered mid-grey colored shirt I was wearing under my olive drab colored raincoat.
It has been a day where the perps have been putting bright yellow and bright red together and making sure that I see this horrid combination. These are the colors of mustard and ketchup for all you fair goers, seen around any hamburger or hotdog stand. I don't care to see either color, let alone in combination. But I don't have much say in that, as there is an overarching organization that makes sure I see exactly what they want, which is of course, anything that I loathe, per the Unfavored of the Favored and Unfavored list. This is old news, except that the color games are getting more complex, and the brown gangstalking vehicle colors have become more frequent.
Yesterday's Amnesty International canvassers outside the grocery store were also displaying red and yellow colored binders in the same loathsome combination mentioned above. This was a step up from their white plastic and black lettered binders in the past. The ruse is that they are pretending to be canvassing for new members when in fact they are gangstalking me, and everyone else, from a fixed postion, whether entering, leaving or passing by. Regular TI's will know that Amnesty International is absolutely no help whatsoever for this situation (harassment by remote means), when in fact it should be foremost in their agenda; that is, supposedly democratic countries are sponsoring abusive, relentless and highly invasive mind control related harassment of its citizens. To TI's, it is yet another altruistic organization stripped of its supposed honorable objectives.
At yoga they put a loud red shirted woman behind me and to my right, the usual place where abulatory gangstalkers stand at traffic intersections; assymetric, and behind me on one side or the other. She is a newcomer to the class, and no doubt I was destined to see her vile shirt color all the times it "happened" to be in my peripherial vision. This seems to be a time honored method of the perps; put any Unfavored beings, colors or things in my peripherial vision first before attempting to introduce it into my central vision. It is all very curious this "turnover" of class members; one comes for two visits and then drops out the day another newcomer arrives. Regular readers will know that I have good reason to suggest that the perps are morphing (shape shift) their operatives and shills, and it could of well been the same woman as last week, getting closer to me in a more annoying getup, her shirt color. I suspect my parents and brothers are also in on these morphover games as there is way too much consistency in their behaviors to gangstalk me, usually across town and not only in the gym.
One of the class regulars preceded me out the door while I was talking to the instructor at the end, and she should of been long gone when I saw her only 60' ahead of me on the sidewalk. And if that wasn't odd enough, she did a 180 degree turn and then walked toward me and passed by. This is at least the second time she has done this very peculiar move, but I have seen other ambulatory gangstalkers do this too. And it so "happened" that our pass-by location on the sidewalk was littered with white kleenexes, something else I find disgusting, public litter. especially of that kind. White kleenexes have been used as gangstalking and harassment aids from the get-go, and this wasn't any different. I suppose they serve as a color and material reference, and being as portable as they are, they can be used to reference one's nose and hands. It is when the shiftless males start packing them to put them under their hand while leaning on a glass case next to me that it gets highly irregular and blatant. Been there, done that.
There was nothing too unusual about today's gangstalking, save the emphasis on yellow colors, and making sure that I see them. One member of my gym class who I call Mr. Ethnic Gut, which describes two salient feature, was wearing a bright yellow shirt, and was the "go-to" gangstalker, always "happening" to be in my vision, either directly or in reflections. Should I happen to avoid looking at him, and thereby evade my "yellow dose", why, the perps flash yellow plasma in my peripherial vision as a surrogate. Not very sporting of them. A new trick I noticed today, was to also have a yellow sweat topped woman (attractive) circulating near Mr. Ethnic Gut, adding more yellow into the mix. She would criss cross paths with him, and if I was avoiding looking up, and then "decided" to, it was either her or him in my sight. I am sure this was a fascinating exercise for the perps, to plumb my reaction as to seeing who was in yellow, and observing all my neural energetic correlates to detect the difference, again, one being mostly Favored (attractive woman (good), in yellow (not so good), and the other being Unfavored (large gutted loafing shiftless male (unfavored) in a bright yellow shirt (unfavored because it is patently ridiculous color on a man IMHO). The perps also put their business dudes/operatives in pink shirts sometimes to get a reaction out of me, which they do. My reaction is that it is a loathsome color on a male, and that is what they get.
Other similar street gangstalking action in disguising hair and hat colors was putting on a woman with a black and fushia colored scarf with matching hair, the fushia being dyed in to look gross. The big "excitement" for the perps was to fake me out into thinking it was a hat on her head from 60' away, and then when I was closer to this couple standing in the sidewalk, why, it was her unnatural color dyed hair with a matching angora wool scarf. This kind of setup might sound juvenile, and that is what it is IMHO, but it represents only one of thousands of such games in presenting objects to confuse me, usually aided by them planting the wrong notion in mind in the first place. My normal reaction to would of been to wait and get closer to find out what she was wearing, but instead, the perps inserted the notion that it was a hat at first, only to have me find out a short time later that it wasn't. They get such a kick out of me making, or more like, being forced to make, incorrect assumptions, assertions and conclusions, and it extends to all facets of my existence.
An example of "getting it wrong" (because I was mind-controlled and had my recall deleted) was two days ago when I "thought" (read, planted notion) that the pharmacy had my prescription they wouldn't fill because the doctor had left the province. But no, only after I made the phone call asking them to send it by fax to the replacement doctor did the perps allow me to recall that the prescription had been given back to me. Small matters such as this are constantly being played on me, obviously for some kind of energetics comparison to getting the facts right.
A new jerkaround today was to delete my recall of a person who had arrived at yoga. I had noticed the person putting their belongings down, and then they were out of my sight once they had located their mat behind me. Then the perps planted the notion that that individual hadn't arrived, and lo, if I don't find out a few minutes later he did arrive and that my recall had been fucked with when he spoke up at the check-in.
I had my usual gym class freakshow; four of the strange males, and the largest blonde woman also showed up today, for a freak count of 5 out of about 10 class members. I thought it was interesting in the gym class two days ago when there was some in-class banter going on, and the word "freak" got a laugh within the context of what was said. Funny how that happens, others making reference to some of my often used words or intrusion methods, e.g. crumb inundation.
2240h
I am getting simultaneous vision impairments and/or plasma projections off my LCD display, both making seeing something problematic. And in concert with this imposed annoyance I am getting the much loathed knee torquing, the torture of twisting my lower legs and causing pain sensation in the knee. Presumably, this pain connects to certain primative brain centers, the brainstem perhaps, and this is to correlate my neural bioenergetics in combination with the vision impairments. Something like that, and plain fucking annoying.
Time to call this day done, without the exhaustive detail of the perp games of today, though nothing spectacular other than what is detailed above.
A busy day are Thursdays with yoga and gym and today was busier yet; I was awakened inordinantly early at 0700h, and had time to do the laundry before heading out to yoga. And lo, if they didn't place six gangstalkers around me at the apartment lobby when headed out for the first time, one holding the door for me no less. It must of been that just-laundered mid-grey colored shirt I was wearing under my olive drab colored raincoat.
It has been a day where the perps have been putting bright yellow and bright red together and making sure that I see this horrid combination. These are the colors of mustard and ketchup for all you fair goers, seen around any hamburger or hotdog stand. I don't care to see either color, let alone in combination. But I don't have much say in that, as there is an overarching organization that makes sure I see exactly what they want, which is of course, anything that I loathe, per the Unfavored of the Favored and Unfavored list. This is old news, except that the color games are getting more complex, and the brown gangstalking vehicle colors have become more frequent.
Yesterday's Amnesty International canvassers outside the grocery store were also displaying red and yellow colored binders in the same loathsome combination mentioned above. This was a step up from their white plastic and black lettered binders in the past. The ruse is that they are pretending to be canvassing for new members when in fact they are gangstalking me, and everyone else, from a fixed postion, whether entering, leaving or passing by. Regular TI's will know that Amnesty International is absolutely no help whatsoever for this situation (harassment by remote means), when in fact it should be foremost in their agenda; that is, supposedly democratic countries are sponsoring abusive, relentless and highly invasive mind control related harassment of its citizens. To TI's, it is yet another altruistic organization stripped of its supposed honorable objectives.
At yoga they put a loud red shirted woman behind me and to my right, the usual place where abulatory gangstalkers stand at traffic intersections; assymetric, and behind me on one side or the other. She is a newcomer to the class, and no doubt I was destined to see her vile shirt color all the times it "happened" to be in my peripherial vision. This seems to be a time honored method of the perps; put any Unfavored beings, colors or things in my peripherial vision first before attempting to introduce it into my central vision. It is all very curious this "turnover" of class members; one comes for two visits and then drops out the day another newcomer arrives. Regular readers will know that I have good reason to suggest that the perps are morphing (shape shift) their operatives and shills, and it could of well been the same woman as last week, getting closer to me in a more annoying getup, her shirt color. I suspect my parents and brothers are also in on these morphover games as there is way too much consistency in their behaviors to gangstalk me, usually across town and not only in the gym.
One of the class regulars preceded me out the door while I was talking to the instructor at the end, and she should of been long gone when I saw her only 60' ahead of me on the sidewalk. And if that wasn't odd enough, she did a 180 degree turn and then walked toward me and passed by. This is at least the second time she has done this very peculiar move, but I have seen other ambulatory gangstalkers do this too. And it so "happened" that our pass-by location on the sidewalk was littered with white kleenexes, something else I find disgusting, public litter. especially of that kind. White kleenexes have been used as gangstalking and harassment aids from the get-go, and this wasn't any different. I suppose they serve as a color and material reference, and being as portable as they are, they can be used to reference one's nose and hands. It is when the shiftless males start packing them to put them under their hand while leaning on a glass case next to me that it gets highly irregular and blatant. Been there, done that.
There was nothing too unusual about today's gangstalking, save the emphasis on yellow colors, and making sure that I see them. One member of my gym class who I call Mr. Ethnic Gut, which describes two salient feature, was wearing a bright yellow shirt, and was the "go-to" gangstalker, always "happening" to be in my vision, either directly or in reflections. Should I happen to avoid looking at him, and thereby evade my "yellow dose", why, the perps flash yellow plasma in my peripherial vision as a surrogate. Not very sporting of them. A new trick I noticed today, was to also have a yellow sweat topped woman (attractive) circulating near Mr. Ethnic Gut, adding more yellow into the mix. She would criss cross paths with him, and if I was avoiding looking up, and then "decided" to, it was either her or him in my sight. I am sure this was a fascinating exercise for the perps, to plumb my reaction as to seeing who was in yellow, and observing all my neural energetic correlates to detect the difference, again, one being mostly Favored (attractive woman (good), in yellow (not so good), and the other being Unfavored (large gutted loafing shiftless male (unfavored) in a bright yellow shirt (unfavored because it is patently ridiculous color on a man IMHO). The perps also put their business dudes/operatives in pink shirts sometimes to get a reaction out of me, which they do. My reaction is that it is a loathsome color on a male, and that is what they get.
Other similar street gangstalking action in disguising hair and hat colors was putting on a woman with a black and fushia colored scarf with matching hair, the fushia being dyed in to look gross. The big "excitement" for the perps was to fake me out into thinking it was a hat on her head from 60' away, and then when I was closer to this couple standing in the sidewalk, why, it was her unnatural color dyed hair with a matching angora wool scarf. This kind of setup might sound juvenile, and that is what it is IMHO, but it represents only one of thousands of such games in presenting objects to confuse me, usually aided by them planting the wrong notion in mind in the first place. My normal reaction to would of been to wait and get closer to find out what she was wearing, but instead, the perps inserted the notion that it was a hat at first, only to have me find out a short time later that it wasn't. They get such a kick out of me making, or more like, being forced to make, incorrect assumptions, assertions and conclusions, and it extends to all facets of my existence.
An example of "getting it wrong" (because I was mind-controlled and had my recall deleted) was two days ago when I "thought" (read, planted notion) that the pharmacy had my prescription they wouldn't fill because the doctor had left the province. But no, only after I made the phone call asking them to send it by fax to the replacement doctor did the perps allow me to recall that the prescription had been given back to me. Small matters such as this are constantly being played on me, obviously for some kind of energetics comparison to getting the facts right.
A new jerkaround today was to delete my recall of a person who had arrived at yoga. I had noticed the person putting their belongings down, and then they were out of my sight once they had located their mat behind me. Then the perps planted the notion that that individual hadn't arrived, and lo, if I don't find out a few minutes later he did arrive and that my recall had been fucked with when he spoke up at the check-in.
I had my usual gym class freakshow; four of the strange males, and the largest blonde woman also showed up today, for a freak count of 5 out of about 10 class members. I thought it was interesting in the gym class two days ago when there was some in-class banter going on, and the word "freak" got a laugh within the context of what was said. Funny how that happens, others making reference to some of my often used words or intrusion methods, e.g. crumb inundation.
2240h
I am getting simultaneous vision impairments and/or plasma projections off my LCD display, both making seeing something problematic. And in concert with this imposed annoyance I am getting the much loathed knee torquing, the torture of twisting my lower legs and causing pain sensation in the knee. Presumably, this pain connects to certain primative brain centers, the brainstem perhaps, and this is to correlate my neural bioenergetics in combination with the vision impairments. Something like that, and plain fucking annoying.
Time to call this day done, without the exhaustive detail of the perp games of today, though nothing spectacular other than what is detailed above.
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