12-26-2013
Boxing Day in these here parts, though a regular work day in the US and of course. And what a fugly Christmas it has been in E. Canada, with an ice storm that took out power around Toronto for some 300,000 homes and businesses, as well as maritime Canada and some of the E. US. And adroitly timed two days before Christmas and adding a huge dose of FUD to those with plans at their own dwelling. As in, "will or won't they fix the power before my guests come or should I bail out now?". (FUD + Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt, a seeming perp prerogative to inflict on TI victims and the populace). That amount of weather mayhem wasn't sufficient though, as they soaked the UK and some of France in rain, and that erstwhile perp instrument, (brown) flood waters, again, before Christmas. Ho, ho from the Psychopaths Whole Stole Christmas. I know, it is all very conspiratorial, but I didn't come to this place until it was revealed to me that weather can be messed with from 3' around me, (e.g. wind around me alone as I walk), to the vehicle that I am driving, (e.g. portable rain that lands on no one else), and all the way up to local cloud bursts and then climatic systems, though I am less certain about the latter as I don't see the personal connection, except from the "browning around" games (e.g. floods) I am consistently inundated with. Though the perps do love temperature variations, having gangstalkers ahead/behind with freezer items and hot items at the supermarket checkout. As I have come to know it, this activity represents more permutations and combinations on perturbing the ether around the victim, me.
A no-underwear drift has erupted over the last few days, aided by the wretched washing machine here at the First Feral Family (FFF) house, where more lint arrives on the clothing that it had when placed in it. Somehow, my perp-abetting mother's ditz act didn't notice all this time, and it is only partially ameliorated by the dryer, should I use it. Which makes this house lint, dust and loose hair heaven for the perps, as in having all or some of these arrive on everything, and just laundered clothing is not spared. And not to forget another key perp research topic is laundering clothes, and having them slathered in their airborne intrusive surrogates (dust, lint, loose hair) as they are removed from the dryer is just too funny for words. And why did I "decide" to spend a month here anyhow? I don't ever forget any perp games, stunts, setups or harassment abuse prone locations, and somehow I "forgot". Though, for the record, they were able to deprive me from recalling all these affronts and vile fuckery since 2006 when it became clear they could manipulate and plunder my recall.
A visit to the old folks hospital to see the FFF dementia case, my father. And getting sucked into spending longer there, as I cannot stand the sights or smells of such places. Specifically, sucked into walking around two wards I hadn't seen before, with some areas having with-it patients such that they had a small library and internet stations. My perp-abetting mother did most of the wheelchair pushing, as the game seemed to be that while she dithered and blocked aisle and doorways, there was someone to be inserted between us. Bad enough dealing with a ditz act, and then insult after injury to have seeming staff member "happen" to be where we were twice more, as in reprise gangstalkings.
Then a ruse over my father's electric shaver as it couldn't be found, and so one of the staff went to look for it, and lo, if she didn't find it and mention it to us as we were about to depart for the above walk, revealling her disgusting tattoos on her arms. Said woman had already walked back and forth 3x while I was kept waiting, but it seems someone wanted me to see her tattoos from a different location/angle/lighting conditions.
I got the dubious honor of cleaning up my father's electric shaver into the sink, as it seems hospital staff haven't much time for it. Given the large perp efforts devoted to shaving and hair tweezing (face mostly), I suppose it was yet another FFF shaving encounter.
12-27-2013
A morning visit to a certain store, PA for now, who sell farm and auto equipment. It was a new part of town for me, though one I could readily figure out, save the perps screwing me around with an incorrect interpretation of the map before we set off. The perps just love screwing me around with incorrect maps and incorrect geographic recall. Back in the Extreme Fuckover Days of 2002, they even spoofed a street map I had of Richmond, BC (part of the greater Vancouver area). I wanted to go there for a specifi address/reason, one no doubt planted, and I could not find it anywhere for at least five minutes. Then I noticed that the street names were all wrong, on the index and on the map labels. It was totally useless and spoofed map. What kind of assholes would set that up and then fuck with a city street map in that manner? The sickest and most juvenile Fuckwits this planet has ever known. Other related stunts of that time were to kill the lighting on road signs at night, and even replace signs with others in unusual font. Kind of like in the movie(?), the Bates Motel.
And with respect to the above store visit, my perp-abetting mother needed a stainless steel bucket for her dye making activities as her enamel one had a chip in it and leached color from the steel. It just "happened" to be the identical make/size of the ss. buckets my boss had for the winery. He bought them at the same store chain, different branch, in 2012, and bizarrely, had me stand around waiting for him to come back while he toured the rest of the store. I hadn't been to a PA before, so it would of been more appropriate to show me around instead of this odd command.
A surge of six males came on when my mother was purchasing the item, with me and the cashier been given a ruse to vacate the checkout to search for a frigging flashlight, a seeming perp obsession given my mother's use of one and making sure her dipshit cover act serves to point in into my face. Can we say pit-lamping by a FFF member; I wonder if this Fuckover atrocity would of happened without her unstinting support all these 11.5 years and longer. That seems to be the burning question of late.
Next, a long known tool store, going back to 1980 when they were mail order only. Now, with some 16 branches across Canada and a tool development arm, LVT has come a long way. And lo, another dude surge, with a few cell-phoning assholes hounding me. I wanted to check out spirit levels, as they have a digital one on sale, but lo, if there wasn't any and one display wall in the relevant product area was bare. Most strange, though I should expect as much, as I was there two weeks ago, and I couldn't find the levels then.It would seem someone wanted back-to-back visits to tool stores, one I have known for some time, and one new to me as of 2012. I got to thinking how utterly insane this abuse is, putting on the above nonsense for 11.5 years.
Then out to get a tanning salon, and stop at the nearby stereo dealer. The much vaunted audiophile gear was not on sale as it turned out. Again, abounding shiftless males inside, and a choreographed dude convergence, but no purchase on my part. As if this long running, some two months now, imposed "need" to intensely review home audio gear wasn't enough, the perps now have me fussed over looking at car audio gear too, as this is also on sale at the discount stores during this Boxing Day week long sale until year's end.
Last night dinner at the ex's and our daughter. Of special note, there were a couple (joint friends) there who I haven't seen for 7 years. Of course they look older, but did they say anything about me looking 20+ years younger? Not a bit of it. The perps kept me dulled and stupid at times, and threw in the odd stutter for good measure.
New/continuing games today; wearing a one-time laundered new shirt (teal green) I got from my out-of-town brother, and the underwear games continue, with a least two pairs gone missing, meaning another no underwear day. Funny how these keep "happening" now. Once can be sure that these advances in perp harassment and clothing color fuckery will continue when I get back to Penticton. I assume that their research games/results are most advanced and that they wish to correlate them when at my normal residence location.
12-28-2013
At the FFF house mostly today, doing digging, weeding and plant transplanting. As always, this is of high perp interest, especially when cutting or digging up plant roots. The dog barking eruptions, the near continuous overhead extra aircraft noise (single engine prop + one helicopter), the neighbood sawyer cutting up wood on a table or chop saw, and even my own perp-abetting mother was in on the tapping thing. These "tapping attacks" erupt wherever I go, nearly always "from" roofing jobs or ridiculous house construction activity. (What builder taps once per second, assuming they are driving nails with a hammer, which they rarely do nowadays?). Though today, it was my FFF mother up to something, though she never explained why or what she was tapping. This is aided by the fact that the resident claw hammers (2) have gone missing and the one she now uses is a small school shop hammer I made in about 1970. Somehow, she had a need for this particular one, that is rarely used and kept in the basement utility room. Now, it is elevated for kitchen storage, lying on the counter. I suppose there is some kind of energetics "vibe" change in moving it from a wood desk drawer to sit on the laminate and the MDF composite wood underneath it. Woo-hoo, here we are some 11.5 years of this fucking insane abuse, and the sick-asses are moving my school-made hammer from basement to kitchen (a half story apart).
And I see that two pairs of my underwear arrived somehow, having disappeared yesterday. They were in my suitcase where I keep the fresh folded pairs, and it would of been only me who would of folded and placed them there. It was a rare case of temporarily missing clothes, though for the most part, the perps cause premature wear and color bleachings if they don't want a certain garment (purge duplicates) or bed sheet items. But as I am visiting at the FFF house, and the perps needed a no-underwear day yesterday, why, they just disappeared when I needed them. That didn't stop them from pumping me all day yesterday as to what I was going to do about this, and the most sensible answer I had was to go and purchase more, though with the intent of getting briefs without the ridiculous extra panels they so like me to have. Regular readers and TI's will know the perps are totally berserk over what pairs of underwear I have, and will obstruct any efforts to rationalize them or acquire a more desired design. It would seem the perp assholes cannot get enough of having my underwear with doubled panels, which might of been the reason they blanked me out from recalling to get more when I was out in the shopping areas yesterday.
And the powerline maintenance dudes came by today, "happening" to continue work in this neighborhood on Dec. 24. These are the ones in a boom truck and with portable powered saws to cut away at tree branches and foliage that is overtopping the powerlines. I didn't think anything of it, save it being perfectly predictable gangstalking methods owing to the plethora of boom trucks I pass by since this fuckery began in 04-2002. (I have even seen extra boomtrucks that are sitting doing nothing on the job, while two others are at work). Then when the TV news imagery from Ontario and the Maritimes came on, why, no end of boom trucks cutting down trees and debris on the powerlines due to the above mentioned ice storm.
12-29-2012
A new method of foiling online shopping erupted today; the "shopping cart" plain didn't work. I add a certain car CD deck by clicking the "Add to Cart" button, and it comes back and says nothing was added to the cart. I have had many, many screw-ups and adversity over online shopping over the past 11.5 years of this insane abuse, but taking out a shopping cart is a new one on me. It is W. Canadian chain of stores, and I especially wanted a certain deck on sale, as it did not have any red illumination on it. I am totally fed up with the amount of red flashes I get from all sources including when my eyes are closed, and don't need one travelling beside me. A certain favored make of long ago had light green and white illumination, but has now changed to blue and red. Though, they aren't the only ones. The manufacturer of interest has just blue illumination, though I do see a new entry level model with blue and red. So perhaps they are selling off the only-blue ones and don't want me want to have me. That is how it goes, or it could be a ruse to shake me down for another $50 for the next model up, also blue-only illuminated. Who knows.
A pokey day at the FFF house, having got onto running a chop saw this morning to cut a number of pegs from old broom and tool handles. It is part of a wall hung rack to have the garden tools finally hung up instead of littered in a pile. In other words, it was my turn to make wood sawing noise in the neighborhood, instead of others who noise stalked me most times I have been outside in the last two weeks. I got my usual dog barkings, aircraft noise and loud muffler noise. My perp-abetting mother sprung a meet-and-greet this afternoon, one possible time to see my daughter before she heads back to Vancouver to re-start work. No advance notice, and of course I am expected to be social and make pleasant.
And stood up; daughter and ex don't show up, all to fuel FUD or whatever the perps get from broken appointments and invitations. Also artfully managing my knowledge and anticipation, by springing this on me this morning, and not three days ago when we visited their place for dinner, per above.
What a way to spend one's time. I can hardly wait to depart this gluten-palace; all the cakes, cookies and every like British dessert has been trotted out every day since before Christmas, and for one who avoids it, this holiday season has been a gluten-feed. The perps seem to like me to have these gluten binges, as I surmise that normal mealtime portions of bread weren't sufficient for whatever toxicological objectives they have in mind. I went off gluten in about 1994, and feel the better for it, until arriving at this UK cuisine island. Or more likely, a perp arranged event, and they want me to dose up on it for whatever gluten purging research they are doing. (And likely, the human species as a whole). I am not a celiac, but have read various books including Primal Mind, Primal Body, and the author is uncharacteristically dire as to the horrors of ingesting gluten. Anyhow, these FFF visits are a cast back into the UK cuisine of old, though thankfully without the greasy foods. The "breadstalking" I sometimes get in public is one such arranged event that has a part in the gluten games, the most egregious example being a male Fuckwit carrying/balancing a loaf of sliced bread, still in its original plastic bag, on his bare horizontal forearm. I get plenty of bakery deliveries/arranged stunts when visiting supermarkets, as it seems that the loading bay at the back isn't good enough for them. So they deliver it about the time I am exiting or entering the store, and make sure there is a stack of bread in the supermarket aisle for me to walk past. And if walking past a bakery, I get the supplies delivery, e.g. a pallet of flour delivered to the street (in a parking stall) for it to sit there for half a day until unloaded.
More of TV inundation tonight; it seems they wanted me to see a repeat of 60 Minutes from various shows in the last two years; the daredevils in wing suits, the in-close polar bear photography methods, and swimming with crocodiles. All seen before, but why now when this is the middle of their season? Could be legit I suppose, e.g. low viewing numbers at this time of year, so throw a who-cares piece in.
Though, the negros-on-TV hasn't let up, with Mandela's funeral a few weeks ago, and now, advertising for the Mandela biopic. That smacks of coordination to my mind, getting a real world demise to build an audience for a film depicting the just-deceased .
Sunday night now, and I shall get this posted for another week.
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Sunday, December 22, 2013
Morning Time Hindering
12-17-2013
My perp-abetting mother upped the ante this morning by crossing my path twice, and then "needing" to use the space I am at in the kitchen, and after I relocated, needed that space too. This follow-me fuckery just drives me wild, and all the more so on account of the seeming ditz act (her), and too, screwing me out of effective countermeasures/recall or getting out of the scene altogether.
The usual shower whine shouldn't go unmentioned, even if it is every day here at the First Feral Family house. It is a "feature" that follows me wherever I inhabit; motels, past residences etc. This amazing plumbing "problem" somehow conveniently changes in pitch as I transition from torso to legs to face to hair with no other users changing the water pressure.
A day of outside soil digging; the raised beds I built for my mother about 6 years ago, are full of cedar and pine roots that grew from underneath. These are two boxes are even lined with landscape fabric, but the roots got in anyhow. All the soil is from compost I made at this here FFF, and these beds serve as my mother's vegetable garden, even if she put ornamental grasses in this year for the first time.
And it is almost identically repeatable from the last two days, the perp noises and events; overhead aircraft, neighbors that somehow arrive and make noise in their backyard, school kid voices and yelling, the tapping noise eruptions and the circle-the-block with the noisy performance mufflered vehicles. And have I mentioned how the perps just love me to be digging in soil, especially recent compost originated soil. Yesterday it was the same, though a little different in that I put a large bag of peat moss in, (read "browning" around). And too, I was cutting the offending tree roots from the bed, also a big perp deal, root handling.
And why is it I am constantly put through cycles of "shopping', aka coveting objects online usually and then getting fucked into so many different options so that I get totally stalled out? This is a perp game for sure, as I don't have the bucks for many things, and here they are, having me check out audiophile level audio equipment that is major $$. The add-on this re-current theme of imposed "needing" is a server rack to store all my electronic gear in one orderly stack. I was at the cusp of ordering a server rack online and then got suddenly cheap, and am now sifting through Craigslist for a cheap used one instead. Add in the fact that server racks typically come up for sale in larger cities, e.g. Vancouver in this province, and are much less frequent in Victoria (where I am until the first week of Jan. 2014) and all the more so when residing in Penticton. Can we say senseless churning of intention with mind-planted imagined rationales (read, planted contrary notions) to divert action? Usually they plant a reason for bailing on actually ordering, followed by spiking my interest/intentions altogether. Though another frequent stunt is to take down the web pages when ordering/paying. For the record, it is about aforementioned stereo gear (an outboard DAC, or an all-in-one player, speaker kind/make) and even getting my PC into a rack mountable case, instead of its floor dwelling location. Like whatever; this better-homes-and-gardens imposed need to be neat freak does get so very silly at times. (Though to be accurate, I am a natural neat freak, but only for the last six months have I thought of putting all my gear into a single racked stack). And also, the long past (pre-2002) is fraught with stereo gear that wasn't used much owning to life fuckery conditions that evolved shortly thereafter, and there was plenty of armchair shopping over that at the time.
A major garden dig of the raised bed in the backyard, a 4'x8' and 2' high box of landscape ties that I erected some six years ago, and even lined with landscape fabric, the tree roots got through this one as well. As usual, extra neighbor noise and overhead aircraft erupted, and they even put on a Sea King helicopter, which I don't see (yet) when living in Penticton. (Though they put on the SAR EH-101 Cormorant for at least five passes once). All that black soil and all those tree roots I had to prune are major perp interests, and hence, the extra aerial coverage. Even the absent W neighbor, a retired deputy police chief, came by to tend to some Christmas lights and once done, was gone again. Odd that some neighbors inhabit their houses while others nearly abandon them here at the FFF house. But this has been the case all round, since 2011, where it seemed an apartment entire floor was vacated.
12-18-2013
More crisscrossing my path by the FFF mother this am, aided by a get-up screw-around, getting sacked for a 9.5 hour sleep, and finally getting up at 0940h. As of a few days ago, I set the alarm clock for 0800h, and lo, if I didn't just turn it off and go back to sleep.
More yoga at the farm worker colleague's place last evening, this time the video featured negroes, one male, one female behind the Caucasian instructor. Talk about a made-for-me Unfavored show. And of course with someone there I couldn't (or more like, wasn't allowed to) insist on another video. The sole video babe instructor of last time would of been just fine, but I am nott allowed to dwell on Favoreds for long, before they get swapped out for Unfavoreds. And of course, as I see it, a serious negro display going on of late from all quarters, with Mandela's funeral coverage and extra negro reporters on the CBC among others and even the local newspaper. All of which erupted within a week of me arriving at the FFF for this month long stay.
Talking to the farm-worker colleague was an exercise in uninvolved discourse; I did the talking mostly, she made the odd broad statement for me to babble about, and then she did the non-responsive nodding in agreement routine. Stranger than usual, but that has been the way is has been for 11.5 years; not everyone, and not every time , but at least 20% of conversational engagements either lapse into this or a variant, that being a sudden and unexpected termination of the conversation, usually when it gets going.
And lo, if the perps didn't smear the L lens of my glasses again, like last time, which is what they have done in formal yoga classes for the past six months.Though in the latter instance, they started with the one L lens, and now smear both at some point during class. And as far as I can tell, it has nothing to do with instructor attractiveness/Favored-ness.
The FFF perp-abetting was mother cough-stalking me when making edit changes, erupting at the very moment that I added a letter"o" to a word. Other FFF stalking is when I am plucking hairs outside my beard area off my face which begets extra plastic object rattling/flapping and pounding the stairs nearby. A few nights ago, dropping her foot on the floor in the living room while watching TV, and having the resulting vibration shake me in my chair 8' away.
Now pm; Almost a carbon copy of yesterday; FFF mother crossing my paths, and working outside on the raised vegetable garden bed with overhead aircraft. A single engine prop aircraft was doing the circling, and then played cut-the-engine games. Later the Sea King helicopter, the heli-jet, prop driven passenger aircraft, and lastly, the SAC bomber noise (now called Aircraft Strike Command). And too, neighbor noise eruptions, with the additon of the recycle garbage trucks (different from the Saanich refuse collection) which "happened" to stop at the house opposite of the backyard, and then male voices were heard jabbering away for 20 minutes. Then both trucks proceeded in opposite directions. I have seen these guys work, and they hustle, and have never had two trucks on this route in this neighborhood, but did today for some reason. Never mind this ridiculous confab of males while running the engines for 20 min. at around 1300h.
My perp-abetting mother' foot is moving to be seen in my peripherial vision; talk about restless legs, I thought it was a sleeping condition, and here we have it at waking moments and it has been totally consistent the two weeks I have been here. And consistent going back 10 years, when both FFF parents were here, often crossing or uncrossing their legs at the identical moment without them looking at each other.
12-21-2013
Always potentially extra gangstalk prone, the solstice. Add on that I started a new shaving razor insert today, the last of a set of five, and a front torso shave along with the daily beard shaving, and you have gangstalking inanity. Only a short trim out, that became two trips as I rented a red colored deep stud scanner from that orange place, HD. Even my perp-abetting mother feigned to be interested in the results of a professional stud scanner, adding in several wall locations where I was to find them so she could hang pictures. Given her incremental batshit wacko persona I get treated too, it was a remarkable piece of recall on her part. Such is the variabilty of perp abetting behavior. And too, hanging around me and doing finger pointing and stepping into the very location I was standing at as soon as I vacated it. Add in some physical jabs to "tell me" about another wall location, and it is a tribute to mind control that I didn't take her quisling head off. Remotely invoked dociling behavior isn't anything new to me, as the perps must surely know I have no time for betraying scum, FFF Judas' all.
Then yesterday, the mere act of reading a library book (an important distinction as to where it came from), begat my perp-abetting mother on a looney monologue about Christmas paper, and she even retrieving some and showing it to me. Said book was about the Bordeaux region wines and viticulture. It is fucking bizarre that I cannot be left alone to read a book, some 15 min. into it. Though, recall in the summer of 2012 when I started a recently acquired used book on viticulture and then the perps took me down for a five hour nap (a record mid-day nap duration), and no preceding sleep deficit to account for the sleep "need". Paper rustling preceded and followed the above Christmas paper display, another of her new-found habits while staying at the FFF house. Only two more weeks to go, woo-hoo.
Snow yesterday, some 3" and then light rain all day to melt it. The perps kept me inside for most of the day, until my in-town brother came later to remove the garden waste that I had created when doing some judicious pruning here at the FFF house. Of course he wore his usual smirk when he arrived for me to see; I have already told him a year ago that his smirk will be the first thing I would attend to when free from this insane mind-fuck abuse, as in ripping it off his face. He didn't seem too concerned, and likely that was what he expected, per rehearsals. Said brother suddenly became too lazy to move the garden waste into his van, and so I had to do it, getting wet and getting some brown colored splatter on my coat.
The perps let me out today though, getting a wine making supply item as they screwed me around two days ago, when I got there at 1010h only to find that the store opened at 1030h. Of course they were all over me with vehicular gangstalking after a "skunk", aka dashed expectations.
Though today, at above mentioned store, with no other customers in the store and while paying for the item, a Fat Girl came in, and lo, if she didn't get into my L side peripheral vision with her hand first, reaching for an item some 5' away. The number of Fuckwit games over peripherial vison, from each side and from below is simply astounding. (The Walmart staff member's almost-chest butting incident of a year ago would be an example of the latter). And lo, if the Fat Girl didn't have a copper colored vehicle parked next to mine (my mother's slightly brownish silver colored Ford Escape). Can the perps get enough of this wretched copper color in my face? I don't think so, especially the red tinged copper colored ones.
Then when asking the proprietor about a wine making ingredient, she invokes the "husband" term, something the perps like to have mentioned wherever I go. And there is no rational reason for this, as I don't chase any women, and never have. Besides, it would be smart to check for a ring first. Back in 2002, the supposed on-off girlfriend, Ms C. of the story, asked me over for dinner once as we hadn't met for a few weeks, and there she was wearing a look-like diamond engagement ring on her L. ring finger. I later asked about her marital status and she said she wasn't engaged, though didn't really explain what the ring was about. I thought it was strange that she didn't mention anything up front, but all behaviors considered, she must of been an operative for the Psychopathic Confederacy. (And yes, she was a Fat Girl, though under 200lb).
And the now-usual extra numbers of street personnel, bus stops especially, were out this last Saturday before Christmas. And lo, if they didn't put on at least four waddling males in various locations for this 20 minute driving trip. All four in shorts for crissakes, on this misty wet day. Maybe they wanted extra Fat Man exposure, following the introduction of one at the HD tool rental desk, wearing brown no less. He was most helpful, belying his inertial state, and showing me the deep scanning stud finder features. If I don't like the sight of fat people, I cannot understand why it is a 11.5 year long insane, but organized, stalking/planting theme over two countries. Go fuck yourselves, all of you in the Psychopathic Confederacy. (My polite name for the Thems).
More manipulations as to what I wore this morning, and later "forgetting". The assholes fucked me out of bringing my shirt from the shared bathroom at this FFF house, and by the time I realized it, only five seconds after I had exited the bathroom, why, my perp-abetting mother had occupied the bathroom.All my clothes were in the same pile, and I put on the jeans and then got totally scrambled to "forget" to retrieve my navy blue shirt. It seems the perps wanted me to wear a navy blue sweater with turquoise trim instead. And also screwed me out of putting on an undershirt which I always do, because of long-running games of making my sweaters get sweaty, and then cleaned more often. The kicker is that the FFF washing machine lays on more lint onto clothes than they had on them when placed in the washing machine. Only the dryer saves the day. And have I not mentioned the ceaseless and senseless fuckery over laundry, detergent choice as well as lint and hairs, sometimes teleported onto my face? Not often enough, as lint and hair eruptions are a non-stop harassment game every day and I sense my readership would become tired of the tedious repetition. The latest being that plucked facial hairs, (a new "habit" for 2013) removed from the tweezers and dropped into the sink, have an unerring knack for arriving back on my face, usually an inch or less than where they were pulled from.
12-22-2-13
The third sequential day of a light mist rain; very unusual for Victoria (in duration), unlike Vancouver. It is keeping me inside for one, and the back yard work to be completed (compost pile and raised vegetable garden bed) remains unfinished. The countless games over compost pile building and re-working is too long to recount here, but of interest, the main pile is covered over, and the compostable material in the vegetable bed is not. And of course there are some leaks in the blue plastic tarp covering the main compost pile, those all-important (to the perps and their endless games as to the source of water) exceptions/bypasses they demand.
And the suburban neighbor opposite began "dieselling" his Ford pickup (white with faux wood brown panels) much earlier at 0815h, and actually drove it away after 20 min. of idling instead. (Unlike his prior 20 min. dieselling warm ups to then drive around the block). His new-found "habit" (since the harassment began 04-2002) of having it sit in the driveway and idling for a half hour and more, and then shutting it down, has not gone unnoticed. There have been plenty of other gangstalking idling diesel engined vehicles that have done the same. Other TI's have noted it too; my suspicion is that the high compression (greater stresses on the engine block) gives off a different EMF signature and pertubs the ether differently than a gasoline engine. Other speculations are that the different fuel properties does something similar, and we all know who likes to hound/gangstalk innocent victims with fuel tanker trucks (heating oil, gasoline, diesel), don't we?
And I see they changed the TV schedule tonight, putting on yet more news instead of the scheduled documentary on the CBC News Channel (20 here). I am now covering my L. peripherial side with my hand to avoid seeing this idiotic, frenetic and pointless foot movements and instead she started making more breathing and rustling noise, culminating in her pounding the floor with her foot to then send a vibration up my spine, possibly with some extra-conventional physics fuckery. Then she got up and left the room when she always watches 60 Minutes. The perps have no tolerance for successful defences in my case, rare as they are owing to remotely-invoked full-on cognitive befuddlement as/when needed.
And at least four days of web browsing desktop audio/stereo components, specifically a DAC (digital to Analog Converter), seems to be a high perp cause to have me decide, (but not take purchasing action) and then plant new plans the next to then force a new choice. This stupid game has gone from all-in-one players (CD, CAD, amp) to DAC's with headphone amps, to a little USB box with wires (least expensive) to then rework the last item three times (1x/day) with different models/features. Not only that, they saddle me with unreasonable "needs" (must display the file name/song/artist etc.) that are very rare except for portable players, largely owing to the many different DAC designs and features. Back in 2000, before this insane abuse began in 04-2002, they had me shopping for stereo speakers and coveting a certain pair that I never purchased. And here we are again, 13 years later, doing the same thing, though this time starting with a backup NAS computer.
Sunday night now, when I usually post a week's worth of travails, and so onto the Christmas thing this week, and another week of captivity at the FFF house after that.
My perp-abetting mother upped the ante this morning by crossing my path twice, and then "needing" to use the space I am at in the kitchen, and after I relocated, needed that space too. This follow-me fuckery just drives me wild, and all the more so on account of the seeming ditz act (her), and too, screwing me out of effective countermeasures/recall or getting out of the scene altogether.
The usual shower whine shouldn't go unmentioned, even if it is every day here at the First Feral Family house. It is a "feature" that follows me wherever I inhabit; motels, past residences etc. This amazing plumbing "problem" somehow conveniently changes in pitch as I transition from torso to legs to face to hair with no other users changing the water pressure.
A day of outside soil digging; the raised beds I built for my mother about 6 years ago, are full of cedar and pine roots that grew from underneath. These are two boxes are even lined with landscape fabric, but the roots got in anyhow. All the soil is from compost I made at this here FFF, and these beds serve as my mother's vegetable garden, even if she put ornamental grasses in this year for the first time.
And it is almost identically repeatable from the last two days, the perp noises and events; overhead aircraft, neighbors that somehow arrive and make noise in their backyard, school kid voices and yelling, the tapping noise eruptions and the circle-the-block with the noisy performance mufflered vehicles. And have I mentioned how the perps just love me to be digging in soil, especially recent compost originated soil. Yesterday it was the same, though a little different in that I put a large bag of peat moss in, (read "browning" around). And too, I was cutting the offending tree roots from the bed, also a big perp deal, root handling.
And why is it I am constantly put through cycles of "shopping', aka coveting objects online usually and then getting fucked into so many different options so that I get totally stalled out? This is a perp game for sure, as I don't have the bucks for many things, and here they are, having me check out audiophile level audio equipment that is major $$. The add-on this re-current theme of imposed "needing" is a server rack to store all my electronic gear in one orderly stack. I was at the cusp of ordering a server rack online and then got suddenly cheap, and am now sifting through Craigslist for a cheap used one instead. Add in the fact that server racks typically come up for sale in larger cities, e.g. Vancouver in this province, and are much less frequent in Victoria (where I am until the first week of Jan. 2014) and all the more so when residing in Penticton. Can we say senseless churning of intention with mind-planted imagined rationales (read, planted contrary notions) to divert action? Usually they plant a reason for bailing on actually ordering, followed by spiking my interest/intentions altogether. Though another frequent stunt is to take down the web pages when ordering/paying. For the record, it is about aforementioned stereo gear (an outboard DAC, or an all-in-one player, speaker kind/make) and even getting my PC into a rack mountable case, instead of its floor dwelling location. Like whatever; this better-homes-and-gardens imposed need to be neat freak does get so very silly at times. (Though to be accurate, I am a natural neat freak, but only for the last six months have I thought of putting all my gear into a single racked stack). And also, the long past (pre-2002) is fraught with stereo gear that wasn't used much owning to life fuckery conditions that evolved shortly thereafter, and there was plenty of armchair shopping over that at the time.
A major garden dig of the raised bed in the backyard, a 4'x8' and 2' high box of landscape ties that I erected some six years ago, and even lined with landscape fabric, the tree roots got through this one as well. As usual, extra neighbor noise and overhead aircraft erupted, and they even put on a Sea King helicopter, which I don't see (yet) when living in Penticton. (Though they put on the SAR EH-101 Cormorant for at least five passes once). All that black soil and all those tree roots I had to prune are major perp interests, and hence, the extra aerial coverage. Even the absent W neighbor, a retired deputy police chief, came by to tend to some Christmas lights and once done, was gone again. Odd that some neighbors inhabit their houses while others nearly abandon them here at the FFF house. But this has been the case all round, since 2011, where it seemed an apartment entire floor was vacated.
12-18-2013
More crisscrossing my path by the FFF mother this am, aided by a get-up screw-around, getting sacked for a 9.5 hour sleep, and finally getting up at 0940h. As of a few days ago, I set the alarm clock for 0800h, and lo, if I didn't just turn it off and go back to sleep.
More yoga at the farm worker colleague's place last evening, this time the video featured negroes, one male, one female behind the Caucasian instructor. Talk about a made-for-me Unfavored show. And of course with someone there I couldn't (or more like, wasn't allowed to) insist on another video. The sole video babe instructor of last time would of been just fine, but I am nott allowed to dwell on Favoreds for long, before they get swapped out for Unfavoreds. And of course, as I see it, a serious negro display going on of late from all quarters, with Mandela's funeral coverage and extra negro reporters on the CBC among others and even the local newspaper. All of which erupted within a week of me arriving at the FFF for this month long stay.
Talking to the farm-worker colleague was an exercise in uninvolved discourse; I did the talking mostly, she made the odd broad statement for me to babble about, and then she did the non-responsive nodding in agreement routine. Stranger than usual, but that has been the way is has been for 11.5 years; not everyone, and not every time , but at least 20% of conversational engagements either lapse into this or a variant, that being a sudden and unexpected termination of the conversation, usually when it gets going.
And lo, if the perps didn't smear the L lens of my glasses again, like last time, which is what they have done in formal yoga classes for the past six months.Though in the latter instance, they started with the one L lens, and now smear both at some point during class. And as far as I can tell, it has nothing to do with instructor attractiveness/Favored-ness.
The FFF perp-abetting was mother cough-stalking me when making edit changes, erupting at the very moment that I added a letter"o" to a word. Other FFF stalking is when I am plucking hairs outside my beard area off my face which begets extra plastic object rattling/flapping and pounding the stairs nearby. A few nights ago, dropping her foot on the floor in the living room while watching TV, and having the resulting vibration shake me in my chair 8' away.
Now pm; Almost a carbon copy of yesterday; FFF mother crossing my paths, and working outside on the raised vegetable garden bed with overhead aircraft. A single engine prop aircraft was doing the circling, and then played cut-the-engine games. Later the Sea King helicopter, the heli-jet, prop driven passenger aircraft, and lastly, the SAC bomber noise (now called Aircraft Strike Command). And too, neighbor noise eruptions, with the additon of the recycle garbage trucks (different from the Saanich refuse collection) which "happened" to stop at the house opposite of the backyard, and then male voices were heard jabbering away for 20 minutes. Then both trucks proceeded in opposite directions. I have seen these guys work, and they hustle, and have never had two trucks on this route in this neighborhood, but did today for some reason. Never mind this ridiculous confab of males while running the engines for 20 min. at around 1300h.
My perp-abetting mother' foot is moving to be seen in my peripherial vision; talk about restless legs, I thought it was a sleeping condition, and here we have it at waking moments and it has been totally consistent the two weeks I have been here. And consistent going back 10 years, when both FFF parents were here, often crossing or uncrossing their legs at the identical moment without them looking at each other.
12-21-2013
Always potentially extra gangstalk prone, the solstice. Add on that I started a new shaving razor insert today, the last of a set of five, and a front torso shave along with the daily beard shaving, and you have gangstalking inanity. Only a short trim out, that became two trips as I rented a red colored deep stud scanner from that orange place, HD. Even my perp-abetting mother feigned to be interested in the results of a professional stud scanner, adding in several wall locations where I was to find them so she could hang pictures. Given her incremental batshit wacko persona I get treated too, it was a remarkable piece of recall on her part. Such is the variabilty of perp abetting behavior. And too, hanging around me and doing finger pointing and stepping into the very location I was standing at as soon as I vacated it. Add in some physical jabs to "tell me" about another wall location, and it is a tribute to mind control that I didn't take her quisling head off. Remotely invoked dociling behavior isn't anything new to me, as the perps must surely know I have no time for betraying scum, FFF Judas' all.
Then yesterday, the mere act of reading a library book (an important distinction as to where it came from), begat my perp-abetting mother on a looney monologue about Christmas paper, and she even retrieving some and showing it to me. Said book was about the Bordeaux region wines and viticulture. It is fucking bizarre that I cannot be left alone to read a book, some 15 min. into it. Though, recall in the summer of 2012 when I started a recently acquired used book on viticulture and then the perps took me down for a five hour nap (a record mid-day nap duration), and no preceding sleep deficit to account for the sleep "need". Paper rustling preceded and followed the above Christmas paper display, another of her new-found habits while staying at the FFF house. Only two more weeks to go, woo-hoo.
Snow yesterday, some 3" and then light rain all day to melt it. The perps kept me inside for most of the day, until my in-town brother came later to remove the garden waste that I had created when doing some judicious pruning here at the FFF house. Of course he wore his usual smirk when he arrived for me to see; I have already told him a year ago that his smirk will be the first thing I would attend to when free from this insane mind-fuck abuse, as in ripping it off his face. He didn't seem too concerned, and likely that was what he expected, per rehearsals. Said brother suddenly became too lazy to move the garden waste into his van, and so I had to do it, getting wet and getting some brown colored splatter on my coat.
The perps let me out today though, getting a wine making supply item as they screwed me around two days ago, when I got there at 1010h only to find that the store opened at 1030h. Of course they were all over me with vehicular gangstalking after a "skunk", aka dashed expectations.
Though today, at above mentioned store, with no other customers in the store and while paying for the item, a Fat Girl came in, and lo, if she didn't get into my L side peripheral vision with her hand first, reaching for an item some 5' away. The number of Fuckwit games over peripherial vison, from each side and from below is simply astounding. (The Walmart staff member's almost-chest butting incident of a year ago would be an example of the latter). And lo, if the Fat Girl didn't have a copper colored vehicle parked next to mine (my mother's slightly brownish silver colored Ford Escape). Can the perps get enough of this wretched copper color in my face? I don't think so, especially the red tinged copper colored ones.
Then when asking the proprietor about a wine making ingredient, she invokes the "husband" term, something the perps like to have mentioned wherever I go. And there is no rational reason for this, as I don't chase any women, and never have. Besides, it would be smart to check for a ring first. Back in 2002, the supposed on-off girlfriend, Ms C. of the story, asked me over for dinner once as we hadn't met for a few weeks, and there she was wearing a look-like diamond engagement ring on her L. ring finger. I later asked about her marital status and she said she wasn't engaged, though didn't really explain what the ring was about. I thought it was strange that she didn't mention anything up front, but all behaviors considered, she must of been an operative for the Psychopathic Confederacy. (And yes, she was a Fat Girl, though under 200lb).
And the now-usual extra numbers of street personnel, bus stops especially, were out this last Saturday before Christmas. And lo, if they didn't put on at least four waddling males in various locations for this 20 minute driving trip. All four in shorts for crissakes, on this misty wet day. Maybe they wanted extra Fat Man exposure, following the introduction of one at the HD tool rental desk, wearing brown no less. He was most helpful, belying his inertial state, and showing me the deep scanning stud finder features. If I don't like the sight of fat people, I cannot understand why it is a 11.5 year long insane, but organized, stalking/planting theme over two countries. Go fuck yourselves, all of you in the Psychopathic Confederacy. (My polite name for the Thems).
More manipulations as to what I wore this morning, and later "forgetting". The assholes fucked me out of bringing my shirt from the shared bathroom at this FFF house, and by the time I realized it, only five seconds after I had exited the bathroom, why, my perp-abetting mother had occupied the bathroom.All my clothes were in the same pile, and I put on the jeans and then got totally scrambled to "forget" to retrieve my navy blue shirt. It seems the perps wanted me to wear a navy blue sweater with turquoise trim instead. And also screwed me out of putting on an undershirt which I always do, because of long-running games of making my sweaters get sweaty, and then cleaned more often. The kicker is that the FFF washing machine lays on more lint onto clothes than they had on them when placed in the washing machine. Only the dryer saves the day. And have I not mentioned the ceaseless and senseless fuckery over laundry, detergent choice as well as lint and hairs, sometimes teleported onto my face? Not often enough, as lint and hair eruptions are a non-stop harassment game every day and I sense my readership would become tired of the tedious repetition. The latest being that plucked facial hairs, (a new "habit" for 2013) removed from the tweezers and dropped into the sink, have an unerring knack for arriving back on my face, usually an inch or less than where they were pulled from.
12-22-2-13
The third sequential day of a light mist rain; very unusual for Victoria (in duration), unlike Vancouver. It is keeping me inside for one, and the back yard work to be completed (compost pile and raised vegetable garden bed) remains unfinished. The countless games over compost pile building and re-working is too long to recount here, but of interest, the main pile is covered over, and the compostable material in the vegetable bed is not. And of course there are some leaks in the blue plastic tarp covering the main compost pile, those all-important (to the perps and their endless games as to the source of water) exceptions/bypasses they demand.
And the suburban neighbor opposite began "dieselling" his Ford pickup (white with faux wood brown panels) much earlier at 0815h, and actually drove it away after 20 min. of idling instead. (Unlike his prior 20 min. dieselling warm ups to then drive around the block). His new-found "habit" (since the harassment began 04-2002) of having it sit in the driveway and idling for a half hour and more, and then shutting it down, has not gone unnoticed. There have been plenty of other gangstalking idling diesel engined vehicles that have done the same. Other TI's have noted it too; my suspicion is that the high compression (greater stresses on the engine block) gives off a different EMF signature and pertubs the ether differently than a gasoline engine. Other speculations are that the different fuel properties does something similar, and we all know who likes to hound/gangstalk innocent victims with fuel tanker trucks (heating oil, gasoline, diesel), don't we?
And I see they changed the TV schedule tonight, putting on yet more news instead of the scheduled documentary on the CBC News Channel (20 here). I am now covering my L. peripherial side with my hand to avoid seeing this idiotic, frenetic and pointless foot movements and instead she started making more breathing and rustling noise, culminating in her pounding the floor with her foot to then send a vibration up my spine, possibly with some extra-conventional physics fuckery. Then she got up and left the room when she always watches 60 Minutes. The perps have no tolerance for successful defences in my case, rare as they are owing to remotely-invoked full-on cognitive befuddlement as/when needed.
And at least four days of web browsing desktop audio/stereo components, specifically a DAC (digital to Analog Converter), seems to be a high perp cause to have me decide, (but not take purchasing action) and then plant new plans the next to then force a new choice. This stupid game has gone from all-in-one players (CD, CAD, amp) to DAC's with headphone amps, to a little USB box with wires (least expensive) to then rework the last item three times (1x/day) with different models/features. Not only that, they saddle me with unreasonable "needs" (must display the file name/song/artist etc.) that are very rare except for portable players, largely owing to the many different DAC designs and features. Back in 2000, before this insane abuse began in 04-2002, they had me shopping for stereo speakers and coveting a certain pair that I never purchased. And here we are again, 13 years later, doing the same thing, though this time starting with a backup NAS computer.
Sunday night now, when I usually post a week's worth of travails, and so onto the Christmas thing this week, and another week of captivity at the FFF house after that.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
A Two Siren Cascade
1330h
As I write this I am getting at least the fourth siren cascade noise flurry of the day so far, and for my entertainment, they added in a 1960's type siren noise with the current day version. I suppose this might serve to calibrate certain memories formed in the 1960's, some possible traumatic and only in subconscious form, to those of later recollections with the later siren version. Just speculating of course, but I hadn't heard a 1960's siren since then, and only since this depraved harassment began in 2002 along with the rest of the noise assaults that pass for normal.
It has been a high disruption day so far, and this online activity this afternoon represents some respite, even if they continue to sabotage the mouse actions, and have me screaming at them about leaving it alone. They have the PC mouse, a Logicraft Trackman in fact, plastered in some kind of yellow wax they have laid on incrementally, and seemingly, that isn't enough mouse fucking/sabotage it seems. Naturally, foiling the PC mouse actions isn't the same kind of sabotage, causing a disruption of thumb action and visual action, but enough is enough. But of course my tormentors don't think that way, only in terms of adding yet more esoteric sabotage for whatever reasons they have in persisting in this abusive turpitude.
The biggest disruption stunt so far was to break up my bread in hand at breakfast. It was the last slice of the loaf and "happened" to be double thick, which should of made it double stiff. After putting on the usual amounts of peanut butter and jam, with various provocations to enrage me while doing it, which "happens" 90% of the time, (red substance placed over brown substance note, a high harassment combination of colors), they had it "fall apart" while eating it at the table. Most fell on the plate face down being deliberately flipped, a smaller piece landed right side up, and a piece stayed in my hand. That way they had all three options covered. As part of this, there was at least a 30 bread crumb explosion which sent breadc crumbs 2' away on the table and some onto the plate as well. They they had me yell at the assholes with my mouth full, just to heighten the jerkaround, and lo, if some crumbs didn't come flying out of my mouth to join the mess they made. Anyhow, when I turned the face down bread up, there was this unsightly swirl of peanut butter and jam, and then the assholes added extra color into the mess with yellow and brown plasma activity. I cleaned up this fucking mess as best as I could and ate all the bread up and got rid of the unsightly mess that remained on the plate. So it would seem that the assholes are attempting to find out why I find certain color combination sickening, per likely subconscious recall from traumatizations of their in the lost years when aged 3 to 5. Again, that is speculative and comes from a source that is highly suspect with the facts.
Later, it was laundry time, and that also came with some harassment games in assembling the items. It was a sheets and towels load, as the linting fuckery "caused" by the towels doesn't "happen" to erupt on the bedsheets for some reason. But the samet towels will lint up cotton shirts, acrylic underwear and other synthetics. There was no past linting "problem" until the new towels were purchased in July, and even these replacement ones "somehow" throw as much lint.
It will be a short posting today as my parents will be arriving at about 1600h and we will be setting off to have dinner at my in-town brother's place. And there is a very good chance it will be the same thing he always cooks, roast beef and various orange colored vegetables. Regular readers will recall that when I took a new orange colored medication for two days, he put on a dinner that had three differing orange colored vegetables, one more than the usual regular two, carrots and yams. The orange colored medication didn't last more than another day as it was messing me up, and that turned out to be just OK by way of the doctor. So it would seem that it was "mission accomplished"; have the victim take orange colored medication and then serve up even more varieties of orange colored vegetables at a First Feral Family dinner. Lucky me, being that victim since birth.
And as if I don't get enough of it, I am getting the vocational yo-yo-ing harassment in the form of planted thoughts that keep coming forth. Last night, they had me looking at various heavy equipment operator courses, some of which can be $20,000 or more. Then this morning, it was back to a more realistic set of notions of hitting up the Opportunities Fund for local computer courses in Oracle and ARC/GIS, resuming where I left off when the overt (to me) harassment began in 2002. (And actively rebutting the advice I had last week from a certain highly disengenuous supposed expert). And why would I be interested in heavy equipment training when I have never operated such a device, and open myself up to be fucked with all the more by way of having all those controls at my disposal? Running a PC with mouse and keyboard is enough adversity as delivered by the perps, so why take on something totally new, which is like saying "rape me some more". Any new complex endeavor is open season for extensive harassment as I don't have the knowledge to know if I am getting jerked around until much later in the process, and only in retrospect.
1530h
Another screaming rage-ification with background hallway and outside road traffic noise, not to forget the overhead rumbling that has just erupted. The big event was the assholes blocking me from getting into Yahoo Groups, something I do at least once per day, and after logging in twice, I had enough. The assholes block the Groups from displaying when in Yahoo Mail, so I am forced to sign out, and then sign in again just to get the link to the Yahoo Groups. This time they blocked me from even going through their imposed ritual of planted adversity.
And it seemed like they were ready for it with all the attendant noise that erupted while swearing at them, out loud of course. This is the trend, to rage-ify me and then script all manner of outside noise when in mid rage. Then, they may even force me to look at something irrelevant at the same time; planted crumbs or my daughter's picture on the wall seem to be two common objects they force me to look at, and all the better while screaming at the assholes. That is just one slice of life living under the heel of the World Gestapo, the original Thought Police.
This came after a tea and chocolate break, and there is no better time for Life Rape when there is brown colored food in one's stomach as I have come to learn. There is a blog posting on the perp's brown color obsession to the right under Essential Introductory Postings.
Before tea, I was reading about Marilyn Munroe as the Strasberg Family knew her, they of the Actor's Studio fame in NYC. That too was cause for getting noisestalked along with plasma flashes on the wall behind the LCD dispaly while reading. Reading about deceased people is of particular interest to the perps, especially if the subject is known by a wide audience. I wonder what role the perps played in her unfortuneate demise, if any. It is hard to know of their reach going back in history, though I suspect they have been around for many thousands of years. There is evidence they were harassing certain selected individuals in the late 18th century, per the Air Loom Gang book, also listed at the right side under Books. And it does make one wonder about history and how it unfolded, especially all those flukes; say the US 5th Fleet being at sea when Pearl Harbor was attacked, and so many other "accidents" of history.
And another round of hallway clicking noises, voices and outside protracted loud muffler noise "happened" as I put the above link in, not to mention the travails of finding it with added adversity over last time. Someone want to know that I am surveilled down to every last detail of what I do, and that includes breathing even.
Time to post this one and call it done, even if a rather dull shut-in day.
As I write this I am getting at least the fourth siren cascade noise flurry of the day so far, and for my entertainment, they added in a 1960's type siren noise with the current day version. I suppose this might serve to calibrate certain memories formed in the 1960's, some possible traumatic and only in subconscious form, to those of later recollections with the later siren version. Just speculating of course, but I hadn't heard a 1960's siren since then, and only since this depraved harassment began in 2002 along with the rest of the noise assaults that pass for normal.
It has been a high disruption day so far, and this online activity this afternoon represents some respite, even if they continue to sabotage the mouse actions, and have me screaming at them about leaving it alone. They have the PC mouse, a Logicraft Trackman in fact, plastered in some kind of yellow wax they have laid on incrementally, and seemingly, that isn't enough mouse fucking/sabotage it seems. Naturally, foiling the PC mouse actions isn't the same kind of sabotage, causing a disruption of thumb action and visual action, but enough is enough. But of course my tormentors don't think that way, only in terms of adding yet more esoteric sabotage for whatever reasons they have in persisting in this abusive turpitude.
The biggest disruption stunt so far was to break up my bread in hand at breakfast. It was the last slice of the loaf and "happened" to be double thick, which should of made it double stiff. After putting on the usual amounts of peanut butter and jam, with various provocations to enrage me while doing it, which "happens" 90% of the time, (red substance placed over brown substance note, a high harassment combination of colors), they had it "fall apart" while eating it at the table. Most fell on the plate face down being deliberately flipped, a smaller piece landed right side up, and a piece stayed in my hand. That way they had all three options covered. As part of this, there was at least a 30 bread crumb explosion which sent breadc crumbs 2' away on the table and some onto the plate as well. They they had me yell at the assholes with my mouth full, just to heighten the jerkaround, and lo, if some crumbs didn't come flying out of my mouth to join the mess they made. Anyhow, when I turned the face down bread up, there was this unsightly swirl of peanut butter and jam, and then the assholes added extra color into the mess with yellow and brown plasma activity. I cleaned up this fucking mess as best as I could and ate all the bread up and got rid of the unsightly mess that remained on the plate. So it would seem that the assholes are attempting to find out why I find certain color combination sickening, per likely subconscious recall from traumatizations of their in the lost years when aged 3 to 5. Again, that is speculative and comes from a source that is highly suspect with the facts.
Later, it was laundry time, and that also came with some harassment games in assembling the items. It was a sheets and towels load, as the linting fuckery "caused" by the towels doesn't "happen" to erupt on the bedsheets for some reason. But the samet towels will lint up cotton shirts, acrylic underwear and other synthetics. There was no past linting "problem" until the new towels were purchased in July, and even these replacement ones "somehow" throw as much lint.
It will be a short posting today as my parents will be arriving at about 1600h and we will be setting off to have dinner at my in-town brother's place. And there is a very good chance it will be the same thing he always cooks, roast beef and various orange colored vegetables. Regular readers will recall that when I took a new orange colored medication for two days, he put on a dinner that had three differing orange colored vegetables, one more than the usual regular two, carrots and yams. The orange colored medication didn't last more than another day as it was messing me up, and that turned out to be just OK by way of the doctor. So it would seem that it was "mission accomplished"; have the victim take orange colored medication and then serve up even more varieties of orange colored vegetables at a First Feral Family dinner. Lucky me, being that victim since birth.
And as if I don't get enough of it, I am getting the vocational yo-yo-ing harassment in the form of planted thoughts that keep coming forth. Last night, they had me looking at various heavy equipment operator courses, some of which can be $20,000 or more. Then this morning, it was back to a more realistic set of notions of hitting up the Opportunities Fund for local computer courses in Oracle and ARC/GIS, resuming where I left off when the overt (to me) harassment began in 2002. (And actively rebutting the advice I had last week from a certain highly disengenuous supposed expert). And why would I be interested in heavy equipment training when I have never operated such a device, and open myself up to be fucked with all the more by way of having all those controls at my disposal? Running a PC with mouse and keyboard is enough adversity as delivered by the perps, so why take on something totally new, which is like saying "rape me some more". Any new complex endeavor is open season for extensive harassment as I don't have the knowledge to know if I am getting jerked around until much later in the process, and only in retrospect.
1530h
Another screaming rage-ification with background hallway and outside road traffic noise, not to forget the overhead rumbling that has just erupted. The big event was the assholes blocking me from getting into Yahoo Groups, something I do at least once per day, and after logging in twice, I had enough. The assholes block the Groups from displaying when in Yahoo Mail, so I am forced to sign out, and then sign in again just to get the link to the Yahoo Groups. This time they blocked me from even going through their imposed ritual of planted adversity.
And it seemed like they were ready for it with all the attendant noise that erupted while swearing at them, out loud of course. This is the trend, to rage-ify me and then script all manner of outside noise when in mid rage. Then, they may even force me to look at something irrelevant at the same time; planted crumbs or my daughter's picture on the wall seem to be two common objects they force me to look at, and all the better while screaming at the assholes. That is just one slice of life living under the heel of the World Gestapo, the original Thought Police.
This came after a tea and chocolate break, and there is no better time for Life Rape when there is brown colored food in one's stomach as I have come to learn. There is a blog posting on the perp's brown color obsession to the right under Essential Introductory Postings.
Before tea, I was reading about Marilyn Munroe as the Strasberg Family knew her, they of the Actor's Studio fame in NYC. That too was cause for getting noisestalked along with plasma flashes on the wall behind the LCD dispaly while reading. Reading about deceased people is of particular interest to the perps, especially if the subject is known by a wide audience. I wonder what role the perps played in her unfortuneate demise, if any. It is hard to know of their reach going back in history, though I suspect they have been around for many thousands of years. There is evidence they were harassing certain selected individuals in the late 18th century, per the Air Loom Gang book, also listed at the right side under Books. And it does make one wonder about history and how it unfolded, especially all those flukes; say the US 5th Fleet being at sea when Pearl Harbor was attacked, and so many other "accidents" of history.
And another round of hallway clicking noises, voices and outside protracted loud muffler noise "happened" as I put the above link in, not to mention the travails of finding it with added adversity over last time. Someone want to know that I am surveilled down to every last detail of what I do, and that includes breathing even.
Time to post this one and call it done, even if a rather dull shut-in day.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Lint Attack
1120h
The new towels had a lint explosion in the washing machine, worse than the ones that they replaced, and at greater cost, and with the saleswoman's assurance that these ones wouldn't lint. And of course I was dithered out of any cautionary experiences to launder them separately at first. The most linted clothes are on their third round of laundering, and it may take another two washing machine cycles before they can be rid of the lint inundation fuckery. I went through this same exercise in July with the new towels, which continued until I took them back, only the day before I left for the week away. After a week's "fallow time", the new towels were used with any hint of a lint problem, and have now exploded with lint for their first laundering. Just another day with the assholes who manage these events for me, the masters of depravity.
Each time I put the laundry load on, a background Asian chatter erupts in the hallway. It seems that the exercise of starting and re-starting laundry "needs" to be noisestalked with background voices, but without any verbal cognition. As a harassment augmentation, the perps are having me wear the deep green earmuffs to ameliorate their in-apartment noisestalking, and then arrange green dressed gangstalkers in the hallway when making these multiple trips to the laundry room, without the green earmuffs on.
2330h
I am on the fourth washing cycle to rid the lint off some of my garments of the first laundry cycle. Some items were put in the dryer and came out fine, but the black, navy blue and mid-grey clothing all have lint plastered tight on them, and still defy conventional logic which is that lint never, ever erupts in the washing machine, only the dryer. So, if anyone knows anything about lint eradication on clothing in the washing machine I would be most grateful.
1410h
Still no success in removing lint during the washing cycle, and so I moved onto a dryer cycle to see what happens. Past experience is that this too can be messed with and wil somehow fail to rid the lint.
Enough for today, I will be visiting the First Feral Family within an hour, and consider this to be enough dulldom for a posting. Onto more nonsense later at their place, likely the First Quisling will be parading about in front of the TV again, laying on the apparent cognitive dysfunction extra thick.
The new towels had a lint explosion in the washing machine, worse than the ones that they replaced, and at greater cost, and with the saleswoman's assurance that these ones wouldn't lint. And of course I was dithered out of any cautionary experiences to launder them separately at first. The most linted clothes are on their third round of laundering, and it may take another two washing machine cycles before they can be rid of the lint inundation fuckery. I went through this same exercise in July with the new towels, which continued until I took them back, only the day before I left for the week away. After a week's "fallow time", the new towels were used with any hint of a lint problem, and have now exploded with lint for their first laundering. Just another day with the assholes who manage these events for me, the masters of depravity.
Each time I put the laundry load on, a background Asian chatter erupts in the hallway. It seems that the exercise of starting and re-starting laundry "needs" to be noisestalked with background voices, but without any verbal cognition. As a harassment augmentation, the perps are having me wear the deep green earmuffs to ameliorate their in-apartment noisestalking, and then arrange green dressed gangstalkers in the hallway when making these multiple trips to the laundry room, without the green earmuffs on.
2330h
I am on the fourth washing cycle to rid the lint off some of my garments of the first laundry cycle. Some items were put in the dryer and came out fine, but the black, navy blue and mid-grey clothing all have lint plastered tight on them, and still defy conventional logic which is that lint never, ever erupts in the washing machine, only the dryer. So, if anyone knows anything about lint eradication on clothing in the washing machine I would be most grateful.
1410h
Still no success in removing lint during the washing cycle, and so I moved onto a dryer cycle to see what happens. Past experience is that this too can be messed with and wil somehow fail to rid the lint.
Enough for today, I will be visiting the First Feral Family within an hour, and consider this to be enough dulldom for a posting. Onto more nonsense later at their place, likely the First Quisling will be parading about in front of the TV again, laying on the apparent cognitive dysfunction extra thick.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Full Moon Test; More Harassment
1915h
I am feeling very tired after two back to back workdays in the sun, pulling daffodil bulbs. I sense that I will take tomorrow off, if not in the least for getting another pair of leather gloves after some asshole cut a hole in the left index finger. These gloves have been used for the last week, all four days and a hole "erupted" in the finger end. It was about 1/4" at the afternoon break, and was at least 1/2" when I returned. The perps are always sabotaging my clothing and belongings, and they decided they needed to peek inside by creating a hole in the end of one finger. And this served as the "reason" that I was getting jabbed in the finger tip all the time. But then again, I am also getting finger tip jabs on other fingers, including those with an uncomprised glove fingers. Regular readers will know that the perps can inflict any conceivable damage with their "action at a distance" technologies.
Next Day, 07-19-2008
1620h
Things got a little strange yesterday; I got tired, (read, imposed condition) and had the strangest circucmstances of a nap in all of my life. A four hour nap from 2000h to 2400h (midnight) on top of the bed, and when awakened at that time, I got yet another "wrong number" call on the phone. Then it was onto my dental hygeine time, undressing and back into the bed, and not on it. And over this time there was the dusk transition, the perps silly time of day. So it would seem that the assholes were testing me while sleeping on the bed over the dusk time, and then testing me in the bed for a sleep, and using the short transition period to script a phone call which can serve as bioenergetic interaction device (the telephone microphone), not to mention the auditory processing (listening and speaking), also of significant interest to the perps.
I have never had a four hour nap in my life when well, and that was a first, especially over the period preceding going to bed at the near-normal bedtime. That is two "never-befores", nap duration and nap timing so soon before normal bedtime.
And today, a stay-at-home day after yesterday's punishing back pain/discomfort (read, imposed), the perps scripted another nap, two hours this afternoon, followed by teatime with chocolate and then a read of the national weekend newspaper. And while both hands were tied up reading the paper, a train of motorcycle noise was put on for my benefit, repeating past timing of noise occurences. With two hands free I can plug my ears with my fingers and block out these horrendously loud noises of a kind that I don't want to hear, but not when reading a newspaper.
And it was interesting that yesterday was a full moon, not that I saw it, but it did fit the timing noted by another TI. There must be greater etheric energy at that time, which presumably serves the perp purposes as they introduce so many other electromagnetic and energetic objects in my proximity, gangstalkers in their lurid colors being one. I had a ridiculous orange colored poncho wearing female gangstalker on me at the LD store this morning, standing on guard at the chocolate section, and so instead I went to the checkout which has a view of the incoming and outgoing customers/gangstalkers. I got through the checkout in no time, as there wasn't anybody ahdead of me, and when I got out and to the street, there she was again, some 50' ahead of me. I was either blanked out so I couldn't "see her" (selective cognitive deletion) or else she was teleported. The latter is not uncommon, and the former is doable. When in the LD store they fucked with my vision/cognition so I could not "see", (visual cognition), the newspaper I was looking for when it was exactly in front of me. Nothing new there, as this specialized kind of neural fuckery has been going on since 2006.
The above poncho-ed gangstalker then preceded me into the supermarket next door, and then featured" herself in at least one location for me to see her. I expected her to gangstalk me at the chocolate section, but she didn't. The perps like to drop these imagined scenarios into mind, and then not script them. Or, alternatively, they do script them, looking for some kind of neural energetic differences between the two possible outcomes using past similar scenarios.
1800h
I just had a 5 minute dinner break in the current practice of taking a tortilla leftover from the fridge and putting one single slice onto a dinner plate. This one slice and no reheating practice is the current allowed lunch and dinner diet and quantity. Not that I lost any weight with the new imposed diet, as I believe this too is a remotely controllable circumstance.
I was 180lb less when the perps overtly struck in 2002, and they bulked me up to 215lb immediately afterward, and now it is 195lb. (There were some medication changes at the time, but the body weight changes did not repeat when the medication changes repeated 8 months later. Medication changes are one of the most prominent ways in which the perps will introduce some form of cognitive, behavioral or morphic changes.) I am sure that 10 to 15lb less is achievable if I had the freedom to attain it, but the perps like me to be on the plump side to support their "gut strut" games. This is where they place obese gangstalkers for me to see, often many in serial fashion, or even as "friends", viewable together. Then they force me to look at my own stomach immediately afterward. This is more doable when I am seated as is the case when I am at the gym on the exercise equipment. In at least 50% of the gym situations that the dude/class mate I call "Ethnic Gut", being indeterminably ethnic and with a large paunch, was paraded in front of me to see, the perps then forced me to look and my own (much smaller) girth, as if doing a comparison. It would seem that the perps want to know the bioenergetics of what I loathe, specifically the Unfavored. I cannot bear the sight of obesity, and yet I get a constant parade of it while in public along with other members from the Unfavored demographic groups.
1845h
The saga of the beaming light games is continuing as I type these very words. This is where simulated reflections from adjacent buildings "happen" to beam into my apartment and also "happen" to flicker and stroboscope creating extra annoyance. Therefore, I pull the curtains and while this deals with the light penetration into this room, it does not stop the flickering games on the curtain. And should I re-organize my position to avoid the flicker, the perps will put it in my peripherial vison all the same as it is directly manipulatable. Last night, when going to bed for the second time, per above story, they put the flickering directly into my eyes with closed eyelids. And of course, they escalated the fuckery by making the light red colored, one of the more Unfavored colors.
I got my tattoo stalking today when out shopping earlier today. I had just finished paying the cashier at the checkout with my debit card (a high gangstalking moment, like any other financial transaction), and when walking the 15' to the door, I became aware of eyes looking at me, and it was the young woman at the flower shop counter, and when I looked, she had just averted her gaze and lo, if there wasn't an full arm display of disgusting tattoos in the dim light. I would seem that the perps are reverting to their familiar stunts; if something/body is Unfavored, then present it in dim light conditions in an attempt to somehow tease out the essential odious visual components. The recent spate of backlit dudes standing in the way of elevator egress is one example. Or else, have The Unfavored subject in close proximity (or behind, as if in a penubric etheric shadow) to an attractive blonde woman, or even, have the blonde herself wear the tattoos.
Yesterday's hard labor of picking daffodil bulbs was made worse at the perps forced a "forget" in having me not bring the kneeling pad. I was then compelled to either crouch or lean over, both of which positions were awarded extra back pain by the perps to render me physically thrashed by day's end.
The Red shirted dude of two days go "happened" to show up for bulb picking late in the day, an unrealistic scenario, and all the moreso as he is clearly a marginal worker. He was the only dude who "happened" to show up when the crew bus didn't (07-16-2008), and has pimped his red shirt from the outset, and has even gone shirtless to support my contention that there is a residual bioenergetic effect related to garment colors and fabric types. And if that contention is viable, it seems that the perps are looking for a three day old energetic effect that is detectable from at least 500', judging by his shirtlessness self when working in the latter part of yesterday. Then he later proceeded to "miss" the homebound crew bus that had to turn around to collect him after ten minutes of travel. It was a great excuse to double back on the same route and go through the strangely timed asphalt repaving job beginning on a late Friday afternoon (1700h). Regular readers will know that the perps have a total obsession over exposing me to petroleum products, and one of its derivatives, asphalt/bitumen. Bitumen is also a component of coal and it isn't too much of a surprise that my father was a coal geologist.
There were plenty of other gangstalking like moves among the field crew and other personnel, most which I won't get into detail unless it has a new and fascinationg aspect to it. In the morning marshalling area I noticed that they twice loaded a single one tonne (1,000kg) packaged block of 46-0-0 fertilizer on a fork lift, and then had the operator "happen" to get into a long chat with another worker while 10' from me. That "happening" once is suspicious, but twice in succession at the same location beggars belief. This was with the headlights of the crew bus trained on me, as "somehow" the driver "forgot" while sitting in his seat for an extended spell after the passengers had got off some five minutes earlier. Nearly all TI's report being spotlighted in some fashion, often with headlights that seem to be mis-aimed, and even track the victim's eyes. I call this "pit lamping", after the usually illegal hunting practice of arranging a bright light at night to attract game. I get so many pitlamping incidents a week that I rarely mention it. A reasonable estimate is 40 such events per week where there is an expressed intent beyond coincidence that the headlights are aimed at me. In Canada it is mandatory to have daytime headlights on, and so there is a considerable exposure to headlight lighting when I walk to the gym and back, 30 minutes in each direction.
The above Redshirt dude, as disruptive as he is, wasn't the weirdest crew member event yesterday; I arrived at the bus pickup location and there was only one other crew member who made sure to place his back toward me in typical gangstalker style, as well as putting on an unfriendly front. No problem, I see it all the time. After the bus arrival time shenanigans of this past week I was there early. Then, about the scheduled bus pickup time, this dude just plain walks away and the bus arrives two minutes later. Totally bizarre; here has (theoretically) readied himself at 0650h for a full day of bulb picking and he plain saunters off. I used to think the other scum circulating at the time of day were strange for similar reasons; after "waiting" at a bus stop for some ten minutes, they would walk away, as soon as their "vagrant buddies" would call for them from across the street. The bulb picker dude walking from the bus pickup location takes the cake for high strangeness of the entire bus passenger scene.
2115h
Another evening time tea break with chocolate is now over, and lo, if the perps didn't remind me that the towels needed to be laundered yet again in the attmept to rid them of the lint that "somehow" erupts from them, now three launderings later. Of course this is just an excuse, as I have never known towels to cast lint onto anything. The lint, and lint-like attacks are increasing, along with simulated conditions of birdshit spatter on the streets, and on the odd vehicles. the latter has erupted in the last month, and there is no way any birds would of made the mess in a concentrated 5' diameter patch as there is no overhead wires or other perch. I reckon there are at least 10 such birdshit spattering in the immediate two blocks.
I also notice that more of the laundry gets linted no matter what; out of the washing machine or out of the dryer, the perps are fully into placing lint on my clothes. Upon investigation I find it to be a simulated lint, as the small white pieces break up in my fingernails, the only way I can grasp these very small white spatterings. No fabric lint of any kind has this property. Add another new harassment method; lint-like spattering, though as noted above, it can be scaled up to simulate birdshit.
And I notice that the perps stole one pair of the underwear that they let me wear; this is the black acrylic kind they forced me to get last year when the last three pairs were all self-destructing at the waistband. I ordered five pairs, enough for a week, and with the onset of bulb picking activity, the assholes decided to steal one pair. This is after somehow changing the thread ends to be a brown color; along the waistband there are some loose threads from the stitching, and lo, if the perps didn't convert them to have a singed-like look to them that "somehow" discolored. Some underwear, and some company.
I don't think the underwear battles are by any means over, as the perps are constantly flipping the waistband and the hems on them as I wear them. I do wonder about these trends of underwearless celebrities and that it might be part of the entire remotely applied investigation into human color energetics interaction.
2325h
Time to call this one done for the day. I don't think there will be a post tomorrow.
I am feeling very tired after two back to back workdays in the sun, pulling daffodil bulbs. I sense that I will take tomorrow off, if not in the least for getting another pair of leather gloves after some asshole cut a hole in the left index finger. These gloves have been used for the last week, all four days and a hole "erupted" in the finger end. It was about 1/4" at the afternoon break, and was at least 1/2" when I returned. The perps are always sabotaging my clothing and belongings, and they decided they needed to peek inside by creating a hole in the end of one finger. And this served as the "reason" that I was getting jabbed in the finger tip all the time. But then again, I am also getting finger tip jabs on other fingers, including those with an uncomprised glove fingers. Regular readers will know that the perps can inflict any conceivable damage with their "action at a distance" technologies.
Next Day, 07-19-2008
1620h
Things got a little strange yesterday; I got tired, (read, imposed condition) and had the strangest circucmstances of a nap in all of my life. A four hour nap from 2000h to 2400h (midnight) on top of the bed, and when awakened at that time, I got yet another "wrong number" call on the phone. Then it was onto my dental hygeine time, undressing and back into the bed, and not on it. And over this time there was the dusk transition, the perps silly time of day. So it would seem that the assholes were testing me while sleeping on the bed over the dusk time, and then testing me in the bed for a sleep, and using the short transition period to script a phone call which can serve as bioenergetic interaction device (the telephone microphone), not to mention the auditory processing (listening and speaking), also of significant interest to the perps.
I have never had a four hour nap in my life when well, and that was a first, especially over the period preceding going to bed at the near-normal bedtime. That is two "never-befores", nap duration and nap timing so soon before normal bedtime.
And today, a stay-at-home day after yesterday's punishing back pain/discomfort (read, imposed), the perps scripted another nap, two hours this afternoon, followed by teatime with chocolate and then a read of the national weekend newspaper. And while both hands were tied up reading the paper, a train of motorcycle noise was put on for my benefit, repeating past timing of noise occurences. With two hands free I can plug my ears with my fingers and block out these horrendously loud noises of a kind that I don't want to hear, but not when reading a newspaper.
And it was interesting that yesterday was a full moon, not that I saw it, but it did fit the timing noted by another TI. There must be greater etheric energy at that time, which presumably serves the perp purposes as they introduce so many other electromagnetic and energetic objects in my proximity, gangstalkers in their lurid colors being one. I had a ridiculous orange colored poncho wearing female gangstalker on me at the LD store this morning, standing on guard at the chocolate section, and so instead I went to the checkout which has a view of the incoming and outgoing customers/gangstalkers. I got through the checkout in no time, as there wasn't anybody ahdead of me, and when I got out and to the street, there she was again, some 50' ahead of me. I was either blanked out so I couldn't "see her" (selective cognitive deletion) or else she was teleported. The latter is not uncommon, and the former is doable. When in the LD store they fucked with my vision/cognition so I could not "see", (visual cognition), the newspaper I was looking for when it was exactly in front of me. Nothing new there, as this specialized kind of neural fuckery has been going on since 2006.
The above poncho-ed gangstalker then preceded me into the supermarket next door, and then featured" herself in at least one location for me to see her. I expected her to gangstalk me at the chocolate section, but she didn't. The perps like to drop these imagined scenarios into mind, and then not script them. Or, alternatively, they do script them, looking for some kind of neural energetic differences between the two possible outcomes using past similar scenarios.
1800h
I just had a 5 minute dinner break in the current practice of taking a tortilla leftover from the fridge and putting one single slice onto a dinner plate. This one slice and no reheating practice is the current allowed lunch and dinner diet and quantity. Not that I lost any weight with the new imposed diet, as I believe this too is a remotely controllable circumstance.
I was 180lb less when the perps overtly struck in 2002, and they bulked me up to 215lb immediately afterward, and now it is 195lb. (There were some medication changes at the time, but the body weight changes did not repeat when the medication changes repeated 8 months later. Medication changes are one of the most prominent ways in which the perps will introduce some form of cognitive, behavioral or morphic changes.) I am sure that 10 to 15lb less is achievable if I had the freedom to attain it, but the perps like me to be on the plump side to support their "gut strut" games. This is where they place obese gangstalkers for me to see, often many in serial fashion, or even as "friends", viewable together. Then they force me to look at my own stomach immediately afterward. This is more doable when I am seated as is the case when I am at the gym on the exercise equipment. In at least 50% of the gym situations that the dude/class mate I call "Ethnic Gut", being indeterminably ethnic and with a large paunch, was paraded in front of me to see, the perps then forced me to look and my own (much smaller) girth, as if doing a comparison. It would seem that the perps want to know the bioenergetics of what I loathe, specifically the Unfavored. I cannot bear the sight of obesity, and yet I get a constant parade of it while in public along with other members from the Unfavored demographic groups.
1845h
The saga of the beaming light games is continuing as I type these very words. This is where simulated reflections from adjacent buildings "happen" to beam into my apartment and also "happen" to flicker and stroboscope creating extra annoyance. Therefore, I pull the curtains and while this deals with the light penetration into this room, it does not stop the flickering games on the curtain. And should I re-organize my position to avoid the flicker, the perps will put it in my peripherial vison all the same as it is directly manipulatable. Last night, when going to bed for the second time, per above story, they put the flickering directly into my eyes with closed eyelids. And of course, they escalated the fuckery by making the light red colored, one of the more Unfavored colors.
I got my tattoo stalking today when out shopping earlier today. I had just finished paying the cashier at the checkout with my debit card (a high gangstalking moment, like any other financial transaction), and when walking the 15' to the door, I became aware of eyes looking at me, and it was the young woman at the flower shop counter, and when I looked, she had just averted her gaze and lo, if there wasn't an full arm display of disgusting tattoos in the dim light. I would seem that the perps are reverting to their familiar stunts; if something/body is Unfavored, then present it in dim light conditions in an attempt to somehow tease out the essential odious visual components. The recent spate of backlit dudes standing in the way of elevator egress is one example. Or else, have The Unfavored subject in close proximity (or behind, as if in a penubric etheric shadow) to an attractive blonde woman, or even, have the blonde herself wear the tattoos.
Yesterday's hard labor of picking daffodil bulbs was made worse at the perps forced a "forget" in having me not bring the kneeling pad. I was then compelled to either crouch or lean over, both of which positions were awarded extra back pain by the perps to render me physically thrashed by day's end.
The Red shirted dude of two days go "happened" to show up for bulb picking late in the day, an unrealistic scenario, and all the moreso as he is clearly a marginal worker. He was the only dude who "happened" to show up when the crew bus didn't (07-16-2008), and has pimped his red shirt from the outset, and has even gone shirtless to support my contention that there is a residual bioenergetic effect related to garment colors and fabric types. And if that contention is viable, it seems that the perps are looking for a three day old energetic effect that is detectable from at least 500', judging by his shirtlessness self when working in the latter part of yesterday. Then he later proceeded to "miss" the homebound crew bus that had to turn around to collect him after ten minutes of travel. It was a great excuse to double back on the same route and go through the strangely timed asphalt repaving job beginning on a late Friday afternoon (1700h). Regular readers will know that the perps have a total obsession over exposing me to petroleum products, and one of its derivatives, asphalt/bitumen. Bitumen is also a component of coal and it isn't too much of a surprise that my father was a coal geologist.
There were plenty of other gangstalking like moves among the field crew and other personnel, most which I won't get into detail unless it has a new and fascinationg aspect to it. In the morning marshalling area I noticed that they twice loaded a single one tonne (1,000kg) packaged block of 46-0-0 fertilizer on a fork lift, and then had the operator "happen" to get into a long chat with another worker while 10' from me. That "happening" once is suspicious, but twice in succession at the same location beggars belief. This was with the headlights of the crew bus trained on me, as "somehow" the driver "forgot" while sitting in his seat for an extended spell after the passengers had got off some five minutes earlier. Nearly all TI's report being spotlighted in some fashion, often with headlights that seem to be mis-aimed, and even track the victim's eyes. I call this "pit lamping", after the usually illegal hunting practice of arranging a bright light at night to attract game. I get so many pitlamping incidents a week that I rarely mention it. A reasonable estimate is 40 such events per week where there is an expressed intent beyond coincidence that the headlights are aimed at me. In Canada it is mandatory to have daytime headlights on, and so there is a considerable exposure to headlight lighting when I walk to the gym and back, 30 minutes in each direction.
The above Redshirt dude, as disruptive as he is, wasn't the weirdest crew member event yesterday; I arrived at the bus pickup location and there was only one other crew member who made sure to place his back toward me in typical gangstalker style, as well as putting on an unfriendly front. No problem, I see it all the time. After the bus arrival time shenanigans of this past week I was there early. Then, about the scheduled bus pickup time, this dude just plain walks away and the bus arrives two minutes later. Totally bizarre; here has (theoretically) readied himself at 0650h for a full day of bulb picking and he plain saunters off. I used to think the other scum circulating at the time of day were strange for similar reasons; after "waiting" at a bus stop for some ten minutes, they would walk away, as soon as their "vagrant buddies" would call for them from across the street. The bulb picker dude walking from the bus pickup location takes the cake for high strangeness of the entire bus passenger scene.
2115h
Another evening time tea break with chocolate is now over, and lo, if the perps didn't remind me that the towels needed to be laundered yet again in the attmept to rid them of the lint that "somehow" erupts from them, now three launderings later. Of course this is just an excuse, as I have never known towels to cast lint onto anything. The lint, and lint-like attacks are increasing, along with simulated conditions of birdshit spatter on the streets, and on the odd vehicles. the latter has erupted in the last month, and there is no way any birds would of made the mess in a concentrated 5' diameter patch as there is no overhead wires or other perch. I reckon there are at least 10 such birdshit spattering in the immediate two blocks.
I also notice that more of the laundry gets linted no matter what; out of the washing machine or out of the dryer, the perps are fully into placing lint on my clothes. Upon investigation I find it to be a simulated lint, as the small white pieces break up in my fingernails, the only way I can grasp these very small white spatterings. No fabric lint of any kind has this property. Add another new harassment method; lint-like spattering, though as noted above, it can be scaled up to simulate birdshit.
And I notice that the perps stole one pair of the underwear that they let me wear; this is the black acrylic kind they forced me to get last year when the last three pairs were all self-destructing at the waistband. I ordered five pairs, enough for a week, and with the onset of bulb picking activity, the assholes decided to steal one pair. This is after somehow changing the thread ends to be a brown color; along the waistband there are some loose threads from the stitching, and lo, if the perps didn't convert them to have a singed-like look to them that "somehow" discolored. Some underwear, and some company.
I don't think the underwear battles are by any means over, as the perps are constantly flipping the waistband and the hems on them as I wear them. I do wonder about these trends of underwearless celebrities and that it might be part of the entire remotely applied investigation into human color energetics interaction.
2325h
Time to call this one done for the day. I don't think there will be a post tomorrow.
Friday, July 11, 2008
A Hectic Harassment
2130h
There were too many activities going on today, and the perps made sure they all neatly interlocked and managed all the contingencies to have one event feed into another. Today's major activity was starting as a farm laborer, pulling daffodil bulbs all day long in the fields. And of course it was near a road with countless vehicular gangstalking action. One I noted was a white Japanese LH drive vehicle with a green canoe on top, and then a same green sedan behind it, and then a white colored sedan. Back to the nonsense of LH vehicles imported used from Japan, a seeming vital component of the perp's objectives.
Then parked vehicles "joined in" the reflectance games, beaming directly on me of course, some 300' away. It belonged to an native Indian woman who lept the sliding door of the minivan open all day long and faced in my direction, and all the bulb pickers by extension.
My place was pulled apart still when I got back, as today's inauguarl farm labor job "happened" the same day the infernally delayed pest control technicians came to re-spray as they do for bedbugs.
After the gross-out two days ago of bedbugs in my office chair, they "suddenly" got onto the job after the story changing all the time as to what the fucking delay was about.
I was totally bushed from being in the sun all day, and was totally dirty from working in the fields. This necessitated a shower and then laundry. Then the perps struck for another lint attack "from" the new towels, even if all of them have been laundered once to prevent a reoccurance. Then this has caused the working clothes to be laundered twice, and I have yet to finish that. Of course the washing machine had someone else's clothes in it, and I was obliged to unload it, and then that party scooped the dryer ahead of me.
Then the perps jerked me around, or perhaps even stole the sunscreen I intended to use today. Another of those situations they manage for by reducing the number of variables, and in their small minds, adding sunscreen on a first full day activity in the sunshine was too much. So they stole my Ombrelle, and I was obliged to get a new bottle from the local LD store. And to no surprise, at least three of the gangstalkers out there looked like my bulb picking pals, though differed in facial appearences. Possible morphovers, and sending me out later in the evening had been planned for a long time it would seem.
2150h
The last round of laundering "somehow" did not nix the lint attack on the one pair of pants that I have that are most suitable for field work. Imagine, one pair the assholes don't want me to wear tomorrow it would seem. It is fucking depraved that I cannot be left alone to launder my clothes without being fucked with. I didn't sign up for this harassment, so why am I in the middle of the most outrageous nonconsensual experiment going on in at least Canda?
All day out in the field there were aircraft overhead, making plenty of noise. I wasn't too surprised to see blackish beams emanating from the military aircraft's radar dome. As the airport in nearby, there are also plenty of radar domes and communications devices which also spat out beams of blackish wavefronts. Even the farm buildings have the typical "fuck me" aerial set ups, and they likely contribute to the entire harassment scene, especially with me on the property. Even some intersections have a small aerial setup, likely because the perps need to collect more detailed energetic data at that location. Road intersections of of boundless fascination, and the perps make sure they have all bases covered with their color arranged vehicles as well as plenty of concurrent turning vehicles.
There is a whole lot more I could get into today; my bus ride into downtown at the end of work had one of the most organized vehicular gangstalking formations I have ever seen. Endless rounds of white vehicles, silver grey vehicles, then an embedded red colored vehicle in the two mentioned colors, and then black colored vehicles, then mid-grey vehicles with more insertions of reds, some yellows, and blue colored vehicles. It was totally astounding. And there was the almost-traditional petroleum products tractor trailer with a pup trailer that "happened" to be around us in the many traffic tie ups. And I suppose it was no coincidence that they had to refuel the bus before we went into downtown.
2205h
Another forced "forget", this time going back to the laundry room for the plastic peaked hat that I bought yesterday, and lo, if some asshole didn't step out of the elevators in front of me, leading with his plastic wrapped drycleaning.
A gruelling day made worse by lint inundation fuckery that is straight from the sickos' list of planted color contrast games, always too cowardly to show their face to account for this ongoing psychopathic depravity. And time to post this, lest it be an opportunity for the abundant typo sabotage.
There were too many activities going on today, and the perps made sure they all neatly interlocked and managed all the contingencies to have one event feed into another. Today's major activity was starting as a farm laborer, pulling daffodil bulbs all day long in the fields. And of course it was near a road with countless vehicular gangstalking action. One I noted was a white Japanese LH drive vehicle with a green canoe on top, and then a same green sedan behind it, and then a white colored sedan. Back to the nonsense of LH vehicles imported used from Japan, a seeming vital component of the perp's objectives.
Then parked vehicles "joined in" the reflectance games, beaming directly on me of course, some 300' away. It belonged to an native Indian woman who lept the sliding door of the minivan open all day long and faced in my direction, and all the bulb pickers by extension.
My place was pulled apart still when I got back, as today's inauguarl farm labor job "happened" the same day the infernally delayed pest control technicians came to re-spray as they do for bedbugs.
After the gross-out two days ago of bedbugs in my office chair, they "suddenly" got onto the job after the story changing all the time as to what the fucking delay was about.
I was totally bushed from being in the sun all day, and was totally dirty from working in the fields. This necessitated a shower and then laundry. Then the perps struck for another lint attack "from" the new towels, even if all of them have been laundered once to prevent a reoccurance. Then this has caused the working clothes to be laundered twice, and I have yet to finish that. Of course the washing machine had someone else's clothes in it, and I was obliged to unload it, and then that party scooped the dryer ahead of me.
Then the perps jerked me around, or perhaps even stole the sunscreen I intended to use today. Another of those situations they manage for by reducing the number of variables, and in their small minds, adding sunscreen on a first full day activity in the sunshine was too much. So they stole my Ombrelle, and I was obliged to get a new bottle from the local LD store. And to no surprise, at least three of the gangstalkers out there looked like my bulb picking pals, though differed in facial appearences. Possible morphovers, and sending me out later in the evening had been planned for a long time it would seem.
2150h
The last round of laundering "somehow" did not nix the lint attack on the one pair of pants that I have that are most suitable for field work. Imagine, one pair the assholes don't want me to wear tomorrow it would seem. It is fucking depraved that I cannot be left alone to launder my clothes without being fucked with. I didn't sign up for this harassment, so why am I in the middle of the most outrageous nonconsensual experiment going on in at least Canda?
All day out in the field there were aircraft overhead, making plenty of noise. I wasn't too surprised to see blackish beams emanating from the military aircraft's radar dome. As the airport in nearby, there are also plenty of radar domes and communications devices which also spat out beams of blackish wavefronts. Even the farm buildings have the typical "fuck me" aerial set ups, and they likely contribute to the entire harassment scene, especially with me on the property. Even some intersections have a small aerial setup, likely because the perps need to collect more detailed energetic data at that location. Road intersections of of boundless fascination, and the perps make sure they have all bases covered with their color arranged vehicles as well as plenty of concurrent turning vehicles.
There is a whole lot more I could get into today; my bus ride into downtown at the end of work had one of the most organized vehicular gangstalking formations I have ever seen. Endless rounds of white vehicles, silver grey vehicles, then an embedded red colored vehicle in the two mentioned colors, and then black colored vehicles, then mid-grey vehicles with more insertions of reds, some yellows, and blue colored vehicles. It was totally astounding. And there was the almost-traditional petroleum products tractor trailer with a pup trailer that "happened" to be around us in the many traffic tie ups. And I suppose it was no coincidence that they had to refuel the bus before we went into downtown.
2205h
Another forced "forget", this time going back to the laundry room for the plastic peaked hat that I bought yesterday, and lo, if some asshole didn't step out of the elevators in front of me, leading with his plastic wrapped drycleaning.
A gruelling day made worse by lint inundation fuckery that is straight from the sickos' list of planted color contrast games, always too cowardly to show their face to account for this ongoing psychopathic depravity. And time to post this, lest it be an opportunity for the abundant typo sabotage.
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