1645h
A yoga day today, always a big deal for my tormentors with the spinal twisting, leg openings, and stretches. I suspect that the nut shave last night using a black colored plastic razor insert might have been the real interest for the extended crotch stretches, aka "hip openers" today. One pose even had my nuts resting on one heel, so that must of been very interesting for them. They put the grotesque negro woman next to me today, a first, as they usually park her as far as away as possible. And a pre-class blonde visitation, doing the "lost item" look, but was about the most pathetic example I have seen of someone looking for something they lost in the room the day before. Ever seen a laid back vague and wandering search for a specific missing item? Not until today.
And they were busy preparing me for the day as well; a near sleepless night (it seemed) last night with the sickos playing this professional baseball player theme in mind, and it was also in place during a light REM sleep for at least two hours before I got up at 0730h. All the while, for all sleeplessness periods, they put on the "dude chat", a background noise of male voice, one or two, and not loud enough to make out the words. This particular background noise has been consistent for the past week and they also put it on for my tea and chocolate break this afternoon, and having me eat two 100g bars. Suffice to say, I am fed up with this mind-fuck "habit" of eating chocolate at all, never mind the $250/month "habit" it has become, all to further the perps' brown color research, the chocolate in one's mouth being less than an inch from ones' brain, the site of their remotely sensed nonconsensual human research. For those unfamiliar with this state of cognitive invasion, they presently, routinely demotivate me, as well as make me zone out over initiating habitual activities, and another prominent example is sending me to the wrong drawer or cupboard for a given item. And the cognitive containment and harassment gets worse from there, visual field disruption being highly disrupted of late.
I had my usual consort of gangstalkers going to and from yoga today, a 10 minute walk at best. No military personnel this time, but they got busy on street paving today, in place outside the apartment building entrance even, having dug up 4'x10' patches in mid street for no seeming reason, and were ready in wait for me. The asphalt delievery truck was sitting at the curb for me to pass by, and they had at least one new patch at the curb for me to hop over. This is the third such application to this same corner they re-worked about two years ago, having patched it twice but roughly in two lifts. Today, they decided to add a third covering patch to smooth it out. And the asphalt patching personnel were ready too. one lounging against the side of a vehicle, the others putzing about in dayglo colors. When I came back, they hadn't done a freaking thing, and the asphalt delivery truck was gone, with no other vehicles parked there. I couldn't believe it. All "dressed up" for doing a pointless asphalt patching job with half the street bounded off, and they are gone when I came back, having done nothing. I suppose they wanted me to pass by (within 10' to 20') of their tar covered patches in the road, new tar (petroleum product) over the old surface (a 3" deep grinding out of the extant surface) in both directions. The goofy 3' high yellow plastic warning bollards were also out for me to pass between, a "warning" for the window washers working at height above, though none observed. Regular readers will know that I am routinely hounded over petroleum products and all public space applied surfaces, asphalt and concrete, and the interface of the two. They just cannot get enough of selectively introducing me to these, in combination, and very often like to expose me to old surfaces (grinding, breaking up or digging down), and new tar and asphalt. They have done no end of like street works, sometimes needless as I have observed, for me to pass over a new section of concrete laid in an old sidewalk. And on my way to yoga I also got to walk over a mid-street ditching job covered in the 1" steel plate, another variant to these set ups related to the same objectives they have around these same applied surface materials.
And what is with the sudden eruption of Fuckwits walking straight at me in the past week? Another fucker today, and two three days ago, pretending not to notice me or otherwise responsibly behave in public so they are looking where they are walking. One had hair draped all over their forehead as it spilled forward from their hoodie, something like a sheep dog. Another insane shit was doing the same when I got of the bus. And another today, when headed to yoga, the Fuckit wandering over to the 4' stump they created two weeks ago, and then crossing in my path to pass on my left side. All the while pretending that he wasn't behaving like a total weird.
1740h
A concentrated round of door slamming noise and vibration from the hallway while I deal with a new upgraded to Open Office that removed from a sabotaged personal directory to a system directory. Another "feature" was that it installed inside of 20 seconds, though it took a few minutes last night. And while exercising my suspicions and testing it, the door slamming noises kept up. I cannot fathom what could be so interesting to a beserk human research outfit as the pedantic nature of removing and installing software, but the sickos are full measure for now some eight years of expressing relentless and consistent interest in the forms of noise, harassment to get me to vocalize, screen flashes of some strange image and other concurrent fuckery.
2010h
A visit to local supermarket, and they were all over me, starting with two dudes on brown boxstalking and skateboard stalking respectively, getting on the third floor and preceding me out the front door to the waiting throng of some eight Fuckwits arrayed in front of the lobby door. One asshole did the elevator rushing trick of attempting to get in while I was exiting; I hadn't experienced this until 2004, when an eruption of Fuckwits started this at elevators, and for the first time today, when exiting a doorway. The excitement for the insane assholes was likely that I went to get coffee beans, which are ground up at the in-store grinder, and keeping me captive at one location with the changing brown colors of the coffee for about three minutes. As always, an eruption of Fuckwits started around me, coursing back and forth and around, and they get faster as the captive duration progresses, striding out. Then when a break in the Fuckwits occured, why, a bag of the same coffee beans erupted by itself and dropped onto the floor for me to pick up, getting the sickos another chance at me handling a coffee bag again, this time in mid-coffee grind.
The hallways are still decked in poly plastic and the painting job is still going on, even if they did rip out the masking tape and brown paper and then proceed to paint beside the locations they needed masking. I did get to see real painters today and a real paint can, but the whole operation is now into its fourth week, and is about the most paint flecked (on the poly sheet catch fabric), commercial paint job I have ever seen, and yet these paint drops are never wet, always dry. And it is a light yellow color, both plaster walls and the brown steel door frames, the latter being odd, as it is a factory applied paint color. It isn't too much of a surprise to note that soft yellow dressed gangstalkers are on the increase, though they perps only let me realize this a few days ago, when if left to my own unfettered cognitive abilities, I would of figured this out from the get-go.
I had just come off a spell at this PC editing and changing the backup commands, after reviewing the backup log. I wasn't allowed to read the backup log file earlier today, suddenly getting dithered, but I was allowed to save the file and print it out tonight and then read it, and then mark it with the replacement pen. For some reason, changing pens is a big deal for the assholes, but they are all from the same box of 10 I buy, the same kind since 2004.
It seems to be more important to the perps as to which activity I do online or on the PC before going out to do shopping. File management operations is a big deal as well, per above backup program I edited, and last night when they roundly noisestalked me while evaluating software to do a much better job than the wretched Windows File Explorer does. Sometimes I wonder what in the fuck is going on when Microsoft makes such shitty file management software for 20 years, and even being so obdurate about capability being able to copy to CD's. It looks like File Boss and DOpus are the leading contenders for a decent file managing utility. And then next it will be a decent screen capture utility, then UltraEdit, and perhaps a few more trinkets on the software side. As for hardware, getting a USB3 and a SATA3 card and then a SATA3 SSD would be next. That precludes getting a job, which has yet to be attained, as I don't hear a thing when I have reasonable experience for landscaping and farm hand jobs. No doubt something has been long planned around plants and farming, as this would make the third year in succession they want me on this kind of work. As mentioned, the perps also have an abiding interest in me when I do gardening, and constantly place landscape and gardening vehicles in my proximity, often with a full load of cut foliage.
2135h
An earlier forced nap after yoga that went for 1.5 hours. Very strange that I take naps, even if the sleeplessness is real. The sickos have made me go three days without sleep, and to no daytime effect. This was back in their totally beserk days of 2002 when they would hound me all night long by head pains that were defeatable by driving around. And so I did, and with me were several hundred vehicles doing one time passes by me, from a cluster behind, to one in front, differing vehicle colors of course.
And now some dull time, as I have done the evening tea and chocolate thing, and am pondering how to spend the rest of the evening. Perhaps employment applications are in order, as a round of sudden demotivation came on and it was complemented with yet more spending aspirations for which I haven't the money on hand. Go figure, but know that these kind of basic incongruities never happened before the sickos went overt/beserk 04-15-2010.
2400h
A round of job applications with overhead pounding the odd time, plus outside traffic noise at key moments of select/copy/paste and when sending the email off. Also, some file deletions that erupted in Yahoo, incurring re-do effort to much chagrin. The last round of this didn't elicit one response, even with appropriate experience so no doubt I might be scooping the $22/hour union laborer job somehow. Though, I would get to work around traffic, and "sanitation issues" so who knows, it might be the ideal TI job given the perp's predilection over these topics.
Onto posting this one and then doing First Feral Family landscaping duties tomorrow.
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Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Head Pressure Games
1055h
I have been getting the forehead head pressure applied to me most of this morning, something I call a "lock in", likely because that is the planted word. They start about 20 minutes after breakfast and have persisted for the past one and a half hours. If it gets too unbearable I rub my forehead and it is immediately relieved for all of a minute or so. I also note that these head rubbings are also timed to outside noises and web Window changes, meaning that all this is intentional and greater harassment progress is possible when I touch my head thanks to the invoked head pain.
Related to this are the serial noise games from outside, these long trailing off noises that are annoying enough (read, planted perception) to have me plug my ears. They put on a session last night when in bed and interspersed it with overhead ceiling pounding (concrete floors no less), a squeaking and rumbling combination noise as if a rusty wheeled 2 ton safe was being pushed back and forth for no sensible reason, the draining water noise and a few others they like to add to the harassment mix when in the prone position. The transition from seated or upright to prone is a big deal for the perps, and they have been hammering me on this from the overt harassment get-go in 2002.
Also playing big is the back pain, always worse in the morning, again relating to the prone to seated transition period again, and on an as needed basis, usually when an (rare) unbidden thought comes to mind, they put on a pain wave, even if I don't move my back or torso.
And plenty of rage-ification games this morning through the breakfast and bathroom routines; they cannot piss me off enough it seems, and so this keeps up, with all my "reactions" managed for maximum intolerance. Dithering my finger control and zoning me out while they are doing useless manouvers and not what I intended is a sure way to get me riled up, and the assholes make sure that is the case. Why waste a stunt to only have a calm reaction?
1135h
And I note that more of my self-talk has been hijacked of late; up until a week ago, I had a stream of disparaging thoughts on the perp's capabilities and persona, and now this is not happening. Likewise, "my recall" has improved, read planted associations and thoughts, as all manner of related, but low value, "thoughts" come to mind, usually in concert with the perps' agenda over the Unfavored and their seeming objectives. Invariably, they also plant noise and other phenomenon at key moments of these planted thoughts, effectively thoughtstalking what they inserted into my mind per script. It is getting very dubious of late to know where any thought is coming from as they appear to be able to nearly replicate my native patterns, forged over a lifetime of being irradiated and surveilled, and likely guided, if not controlled. I have no idea as to when they began overt control, as there would of been a development period where none of it was predictable. In other words, there isn't a real me that I can be certain of at any moment. My knowledge of being harassed and controlled is also ditherable, it can be turned off at any moment, and often when I am in conversation with someone scripted, I will "forget" all about this harassment life I lead.
1220h
After having lunch, I appear to have been relieved temporarily of head pressure, though that won't last long. The perps zoned me out so I did not see this beginning, took one of my tortilla slices off the dinner plate, and slapped it onto the linoleum floor in kitchen. I had that usual "faster than gravity" look to it, and given their interest in all interactions with the substance called concrete, it does not surprise me. Just another jerkaround and a rage-ification stunt.
They put on a rain shower just ahead of lunch time, and I suppose it is more efficacious than sending out the street sweeper which they often do. I haven't formed an opinion as to what weather is deemed more conducive for harassment, as some years have been very dry, no snow on Mt. Washington ski hill in 2003-2004 as I recall. Many of my pre-harassment Seattle winters were very dry too. Regular readers will recall past blog postings where there has been a rain onset just before heading out somewhere, or even partway through my shopping trips, often the rain begining when I am in the store, ready for my exit, presumably to obtain better in-store energetic determinations. I cannot count the number of stunts at the doors to buildings and rooms that go down, but it is always the case.
Onto another topic that is in the news of late, and has tones of being managed by the same assholes who have an abiding interest in all things bioelectromagnetic, even if the subject expires. And that is tasers; here is a link to a round up of recent taser "incidents" in the US; one can add at least two more for Canada, and it is plain amazing how often this is now happening. In a nearby case in Vancouver, the police tasered a person at the airport when there was four of them attempting to subdue someone who "became" unruly, the quotes to signify the unlikelihood of someone going out of character (IMHO) upon arriving at an airport and not finding someone to pick them up, even if the person wasn't very far away. Why the police used a taser when there was four of them was totally stupid, even if it is to be investigated. There is also an angle on this in that the perps love to gangstalk me with people who have just arrived from a flight, and this seems to related to their interest in energetics as to how it changes with geography. The travails of another TI, Gina Romano seem to fit this pattern; she gets plenty of arline flight crew personnel gangstalking and related harassment. Anyhow, this little piece is on another morbid topic, and it would not surprise me that the instignation to write this up was planted on me, as the perps have been pushing this objective of late; their fixation with death, demise, murder, killing, disorder and all things of like kind has been noticed on all fronts, especially web surfing and the directed attention games I am subject to.
More overhead pounding, room clicking and outside noise as I finish up on creating the lastmost link. It should almost go without waying that the perps noisestalk me all the more when reading TI blogs, stories or email. The perps appear to be looking for some kind of inherent connection between me and these individuals, and I would not be surprised that the many personal blogs that I read would be from the same person. Obviously it is a hot topic, that I even read something from someone they are likely surveilling to the level that I am accorded, as in intese.
2010h
As soon as I took the earmuffs off, the water use noise started up; this has become a high harassment day, and the assholes aren't letting up. More to follow when it is noise free.
2030h
I did my gym workout today; this calls for a 30 minute walk to OB Rec. Center, 30 minutes of free weight exercise and a 30 minute class exercise set, then a 30 walk back. Today was an exception to the routine, as an appointment with my caseworker had been scheduled, scheduled by the class coordinator. After a 20 minute wait in the waiting room, where I could feel myself vibrating by being irradiated, and the usual freakshow coursing around me, I got to see the caseworker. She told me that the class coordinator was "concerned" as I mentioned the event of the gym club member who got pissed I was on the bicycle machine that he wanted when there were two other machines free. The class coordinator asked about this little altercation, and I told him that it was a high harassment day and that this stunt wasn't entirely unexpected. (This had been blogged some months back, and coincided with the move of the prior yoga class to a new location, a concrete and lino floor).
The caseworker indicated that the gym class coordinator didn't likely know my history, and hence the remark was deemed "odd", and he scheduled this appointment for me. So why didn't these two individuals schedule an appointment to talk about me? The entire pretext was total nonsense as I saw it; flimsy excuses are now de rigeur. Anyhow, I provided an update to my caseworker who seemed to be reasonable about the entire situation. I always find the content of conversations of interest because it is scripted and reflects the current perps interests, recalling that I don't have conversations with anyone, but elicitations instead. Of interest was that she talked about ECT, and restraints in response to me, per mind-fuck script, mentioning the hospital-like emulation games going on, and she put in some obvious defensive time about one of the doctor's stunts of mentioning this treatment, gratuitously so IMHO. In other words, it was all about engaging me in conversation about clinical considerations, particularly those on the Unfavored list. Also, I got to explain the "brown" harassment angle as it relates to the racial rotation of doctors that I get, stepping up to an East Indian from an Asian who appears to be gifted onto greater things for his 18 months as his role as a wall to talk to.
As it turned out, it seemed that the delay and the appointment was timed to have me exit the building with the low sun angle, and of course, endless gangstalking streams of traffic, all color and size coordinated. What the perps like best about this situation is that it is more difficult to determine the color of objects in a backlit situation until it is very close. Hence, I could not see the entire stream of vehicles in all the coordinated colors, but only a few vehicles that were close. Another been there, done that, as this was the way it was for all of December and January. I had at least double the usual number of ambulatory gangstalkers while walking back, and they even started me out in a confluence of five guys around me in the change room when all I wanted to do was get the hell out. And there was Mr. Ethnic Gut, a regular "featured" gangstalking class member, coming through the door to add on more gangstalkers around me. Fucking outrageous.
In other freakshow developments today, the perps put on seven negro gangstalkers for my outbound walk and the gym, though none on the way back. Their first stunt was one of a pair of male skinheads talking in the elevator lobby, one on each side of the elevator door I exited from, way too obvious, but that hasn't bothered the perps in quite some time. At least two more were on lead-ahead gangtalk mode in the first few blocks; they like to dress in 1950's like garb, none of the current oversized clothing fad. The final negro was a male at the gym, on his skinhead act after removing his cornrows from two weeks ago, and then progressively to a 3/8"buzz cut last week, and now he is a fully paid-for shiny skinhead. Presently he is keeping himself to a few peripherial vision "featurings", likely for more appearances after the investment in his progressive hair trimming. The perps also put on a female negro in a brown dyed hairdo, all to look extra fugly in my book, and she managed to feature herself at the same exercise equipment at the start and end of the hour that I was there. In total, that amounts to an incredible and wholly unexpected number of negro gangstalkers, and cannot be considered random for this city's low demographic representation from this group. As indicated, it is another appearance from the Unfavored, just in more quantity on a major gangstalk and harassment day.
I stopped at the local supermarket store on my way back to get an item that was a forced "forget" two days ago. And lo, the place was thick with gangstalkers at every location I needed to go to, and at many of the aisle locations. The vegetable and fruit section had at least 30 gangstalkers lined up, one as a "staff member" who purposely bumped into my basket while squeezing me into a tight location as he passed by. I got to the cashier that I knew from the last grocery store I frequented until 2006. Not that she "remembered" me, or at least pretended not to; her once blonde hair was brunette with an absurd top patch that was blondish. At the moment of paying for my groceries the perps pulled an "anal leak" as I later found out when I got back to change out of my workout clothes. This is the second soiled underwear stunt in three days, and the third time I needed to clean up from taking a shit with a shower. It is totally insane that I am not allowed to take a shit the way I want, and this continues to be all about the perps' problems with the color brown. Not my problem, so why am I involved in this fucking outrage?
Other gym class arrangements and stunts were that Mr. New Bald was not there for the first time in five weeks; I reckon that having two "featured" freaks, him and Mr. Ethnic Gut, was too much for whatever reason. But the perps did put on a new dude in the gym class, putting on the waddling mental cretin act and yapping all the time. And lo, if he didn't have long hair, about the length of that of the early 1960's pop bands from the UK. And it "so happens" that I had been watching the Byrds, Dave Clark Five and the Kinks last night on YouTube, all with hair about the same length as this dude who made sure to postition himself in my line of sight in the floor exercise room. So it would seem that the perps want to map my relative acceptance of male pop band 1960's long hair to that of their "featured" live freak.
I also got the impression from the above featured freak that he is also part of the progressive beard growth games that are going on of late, akin to the abovementioned progressive fugly hair show. As beards are part of the Unfavored class of appearances, the managed game seems to be planting males with five days growth, then longer term beards still in progress, and teasing out what it is that I cannot viscerally stand about beards, which may be derived from past traumatizations that are not recallable. The perps even put on a gangstalker with a trim beard a few weeks ago, planting him next to me in the hallway elevator area, and then planting me with the notion as to how neatly kept it was. Now all I get is the unkempt and scraggly beards, or their precursors. It is fucking tiresome to be constantly fucked with over my particular proclivities that are no business of any other party, never mind informing the hundreds of operatives and shills who are pimping themselves in this Kafka-esque nightmare called my existence, now in its fifth year.
2245h
More YouTubing, and the headphones having their "click moments" when they alternately click and self-arrange a small tune with the noise. Just another incursion. Time to call this one done for the day, and ponder what might be a shut-in for tomorrow.
Next Day Update Notes;
My Blogspot composition template was suddenly changed on me and the editor was made non-WISIWYG, which is why the first published version is in small font, that way it was normal sized for me to compose it.
Other story augmentations have been added, per planted notions "after the fact"; those great ideas that always come later, now known to be governed by another party with synthetic telepathy capabilites.
I have been getting the forehead head pressure applied to me most of this morning, something I call a "lock in", likely because that is the planted word. They start about 20 minutes after breakfast and have persisted for the past one and a half hours. If it gets too unbearable I rub my forehead and it is immediately relieved for all of a minute or so. I also note that these head rubbings are also timed to outside noises and web Window changes, meaning that all this is intentional and greater harassment progress is possible when I touch my head thanks to the invoked head pain.
Related to this are the serial noise games from outside, these long trailing off noises that are annoying enough (read, planted perception) to have me plug my ears. They put on a session last night when in bed and interspersed it with overhead ceiling pounding (concrete floors no less), a squeaking and rumbling combination noise as if a rusty wheeled 2 ton safe was being pushed back and forth for no sensible reason, the draining water noise and a few others they like to add to the harassment mix when in the prone position. The transition from seated or upright to prone is a big deal for the perps, and they have been hammering me on this from the overt harassment get-go in 2002.
Also playing big is the back pain, always worse in the morning, again relating to the prone to seated transition period again, and on an as needed basis, usually when an (rare) unbidden thought comes to mind, they put on a pain wave, even if I don't move my back or torso.
And plenty of rage-ification games this morning through the breakfast and bathroom routines; they cannot piss me off enough it seems, and so this keeps up, with all my "reactions" managed for maximum intolerance. Dithering my finger control and zoning me out while they are doing useless manouvers and not what I intended is a sure way to get me riled up, and the assholes make sure that is the case. Why waste a stunt to only have a calm reaction?
1135h
And I note that more of my self-talk has been hijacked of late; up until a week ago, I had a stream of disparaging thoughts on the perp's capabilities and persona, and now this is not happening. Likewise, "my recall" has improved, read planted associations and thoughts, as all manner of related, but low value, "thoughts" come to mind, usually in concert with the perps' agenda over the Unfavored and their seeming objectives. Invariably, they also plant noise and other phenomenon at key moments of these planted thoughts, effectively thoughtstalking what they inserted into my mind per script. It is getting very dubious of late to know where any thought is coming from as they appear to be able to nearly replicate my native patterns, forged over a lifetime of being irradiated and surveilled, and likely guided, if not controlled. I have no idea as to when they began overt control, as there would of been a development period where none of it was predictable. In other words, there isn't a real me that I can be certain of at any moment. My knowledge of being harassed and controlled is also ditherable, it can be turned off at any moment, and often when I am in conversation with someone scripted, I will "forget" all about this harassment life I lead.
1220h
After having lunch, I appear to have been relieved temporarily of head pressure, though that won't last long. The perps zoned me out so I did not see this beginning, took one of my tortilla slices off the dinner plate, and slapped it onto the linoleum floor in kitchen. I had that usual "faster than gravity" look to it, and given their interest in all interactions with the substance called concrete, it does not surprise me. Just another jerkaround and a rage-ification stunt.
They put on a rain shower just ahead of lunch time, and I suppose it is more efficacious than sending out the street sweeper which they often do. I haven't formed an opinion as to what weather is deemed more conducive for harassment, as some years have been very dry, no snow on Mt. Washington ski hill in 2003-2004 as I recall. Many of my pre-harassment Seattle winters were very dry too. Regular readers will recall past blog postings where there has been a rain onset just before heading out somewhere, or even partway through my shopping trips, often the rain begining when I am in the store, ready for my exit, presumably to obtain better in-store energetic determinations. I cannot count the number of stunts at the doors to buildings and rooms that go down, but it is always the case.
Onto another topic that is in the news of late, and has tones of being managed by the same assholes who have an abiding interest in all things bioelectromagnetic, even if the subject expires. And that is tasers; here is a link to a round up of recent taser "incidents" in the US; one can add at least two more for Canada, and it is plain amazing how often this is now happening. In a nearby case in Vancouver, the police tasered a person at the airport when there was four of them attempting to subdue someone who "became" unruly, the quotes to signify the unlikelihood of someone going out of character (IMHO) upon arriving at an airport and not finding someone to pick them up, even if the person wasn't very far away. Why the police used a taser when there was four of them was totally stupid, even if it is to be investigated. There is also an angle on this in that the perps love to gangstalk me with people who have just arrived from a flight, and this seems to related to their interest in energetics as to how it changes with geography. The travails of another TI, Gina Romano seem to fit this pattern; she gets plenty of arline flight crew personnel gangstalking and related harassment. Anyhow, this little piece is on another morbid topic, and it would not surprise me that the instignation to write this up was planted on me, as the perps have been pushing this objective of late; their fixation with death, demise, murder, killing, disorder and all things of like kind has been noticed on all fronts, especially web surfing and the directed attention games I am subject to.
More overhead pounding, room clicking and outside noise as I finish up on creating the lastmost link. It should almost go without waying that the perps noisestalk me all the more when reading TI blogs, stories or email. The perps appear to be looking for some kind of inherent connection between me and these individuals, and I would not be surprised that the many personal blogs that I read would be from the same person. Obviously it is a hot topic, that I even read something from someone they are likely surveilling to the level that I am accorded, as in intese.
2010h
As soon as I took the earmuffs off, the water use noise started up; this has become a high harassment day, and the assholes aren't letting up. More to follow when it is noise free.
2030h
I did my gym workout today; this calls for a 30 minute walk to OB Rec. Center, 30 minutes of free weight exercise and a 30 minute class exercise set, then a 30 walk back. Today was an exception to the routine, as an appointment with my caseworker had been scheduled, scheduled by the class coordinator. After a 20 minute wait in the waiting room, where I could feel myself vibrating by being irradiated, and the usual freakshow coursing around me, I got to see the caseworker. She told me that the class coordinator was "concerned" as I mentioned the event of the gym club member who got pissed I was on the bicycle machine that he wanted when there were two other machines free. The class coordinator asked about this little altercation, and I told him that it was a high harassment day and that this stunt wasn't entirely unexpected. (This had been blogged some months back, and coincided with the move of the prior yoga class to a new location, a concrete and lino floor).
The caseworker indicated that the gym class coordinator didn't likely know my history, and hence the remark was deemed "odd", and he scheduled this appointment for me. So why didn't these two individuals schedule an appointment to talk about me? The entire pretext was total nonsense as I saw it; flimsy excuses are now de rigeur. Anyhow, I provided an update to my caseworker who seemed to be reasonable about the entire situation. I always find the content of conversations of interest because it is scripted and reflects the current perps interests, recalling that I don't have conversations with anyone, but elicitations instead. Of interest was that she talked about ECT, and restraints in response to me, per mind-fuck script, mentioning the hospital-like emulation games going on, and she put in some obvious defensive time about one of the doctor's stunts of mentioning this treatment, gratuitously so IMHO. In other words, it was all about engaging me in conversation about clinical considerations, particularly those on the Unfavored list. Also, I got to explain the "brown" harassment angle as it relates to the racial rotation of doctors that I get, stepping up to an East Indian from an Asian who appears to be gifted onto greater things for his 18 months as his role as a wall to talk to.
As it turned out, it seemed that the delay and the appointment was timed to have me exit the building with the low sun angle, and of course, endless gangstalking streams of traffic, all color and size coordinated. What the perps like best about this situation is that it is more difficult to determine the color of objects in a backlit situation until it is very close. Hence, I could not see the entire stream of vehicles in all the coordinated colors, but only a few vehicles that were close. Another been there, done that, as this was the way it was for all of December and January. I had at least double the usual number of ambulatory gangstalkers while walking back, and they even started me out in a confluence of five guys around me in the change room when all I wanted to do was get the hell out. And there was Mr. Ethnic Gut, a regular "featured" gangstalking class member, coming through the door to add on more gangstalkers around me. Fucking outrageous.
In other freakshow developments today, the perps put on seven negro gangstalkers for my outbound walk and the gym, though none on the way back. Their first stunt was one of a pair of male skinheads talking in the elevator lobby, one on each side of the elevator door I exited from, way too obvious, but that hasn't bothered the perps in quite some time. At least two more were on lead-ahead gangtalk mode in the first few blocks; they like to dress in 1950's like garb, none of the current oversized clothing fad. The final negro was a male at the gym, on his skinhead act after removing his cornrows from two weeks ago, and then progressively to a 3/8"buzz cut last week, and now he is a fully paid-for shiny skinhead. Presently he is keeping himself to a few peripherial vision "featurings", likely for more appearances after the investment in his progressive hair trimming. The perps also put on a female negro in a brown dyed hairdo, all to look extra fugly in my book, and she managed to feature herself at the same exercise equipment at the start and end of the hour that I was there. In total, that amounts to an incredible and wholly unexpected number of negro gangstalkers, and cannot be considered random for this city's low demographic representation from this group. As indicated, it is another appearance from the Unfavored, just in more quantity on a major gangstalk and harassment day.
I stopped at the local supermarket store on my way back to get an item that was a forced "forget" two days ago. And lo, the place was thick with gangstalkers at every location I needed to go to, and at many of the aisle locations. The vegetable and fruit section had at least 30 gangstalkers lined up, one as a "staff member" who purposely bumped into my basket while squeezing me into a tight location as he passed by. I got to the cashier that I knew from the last grocery store I frequented until 2006. Not that she "remembered" me, or at least pretended not to; her once blonde hair was brunette with an absurd top patch that was blondish. At the moment of paying for my groceries the perps pulled an "anal leak" as I later found out when I got back to change out of my workout clothes. This is the second soiled underwear stunt in three days, and the third time I needed to clean up from taking a shit with a shower. It is totally insane that I am not allowed to take a shit the way I want, and this continues to be all about the perps' problems with the color brown. Not my problem, so why am I involved in this fucking outrage?
Other gym class arrangements and stunts were that Mr. New Bald was not there for the first time in five weeks; I reckon that having two "featured" freaks, him and Mr. Ethnic Gut, was too much for whatever reason. But the perps did put on a new dude in the gym class, putting on the waddling mental cretin act and yapping all the time. And lo, if he didn't have long hair, about the length of that of the early 1960's pop bands from the UK. And it "so happens" that I had been watching the Byrds, Dave Clark Five and the Kinks last night on YouTube, all with hair about the same length as this dude who made sure to postition himself in my line of sight in the floor exercise room. So it would seem that the perps want to map my relative acceptance of male pop band 1960's long hair to that of their "featured" live freak.
I also got the impression from the above featured freak that he is also part of the progressive beard growth games that are going on of late, akin to the abovementioned progressive fugly hair show. As beards are part of the Unfavored class of appearances, the managed game seems to be planting males with five days growth, then longer term beards still in progress, and teasing out what it is that I cannot viscerally stand about beards, which may be derived from past traumatizations that are not recallable. The perps even put on a gangstalker with a trim beard a few weeks ago, planting him next to me in the hallway elevator area, and then planting me with the notion as to how neatly kept it was. Now all I get is the unkempt and scraggly beards, or their precursors. It is fucking tiresome to be constantly fucked with over my particular proclivities that are no business of any other party, never mind informing the hundreds of operatives and shills who are pimping themselves in this Kafka-esque nightmare called my existence, now in its fifth year.
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More YouTubing, and the headphones having their "click moments" when they alternately click and self-arrange a small tune with the noise. Just another incursion. Time to call this one done for the day, and ponder what might be a shut-in for tomorrow.
Next Day Update Notes;
My Blogspot composition template was suddenly changed on me and the editor was made non-WISIWYG, which is why the first published version is in small font, that way it was normal sized for me to compose it.
Other story augmentations have been added, per planted notions "after the fact"; those great ideas that always come later, now known to be governed by another party with synthetic telepathy capabilites.
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