Cold and House Bound

12-02-2014
About -8C outside, and supposedly 20C inside, but I sure feel the cold. And the perps wouldn't let me outside to check the physical job board, even if two blocks away. I have no idea why they put on these "shut-in" days, and yesterday was much the same with the exception of yoga. A new dude was placed behind me, his distinguishing feature was that he was he was bare assed bald, save the fringe around his head. Have I not noted the prevalence of skin-heads (bald males) in past blog postings? Way too often, but no nearly as much as they are arranged for me to see in the view-scape.

The darling pixie was instructing yoga again yesterday, replete with a few adjustments, as in contact. The ever competent Ms. T was on my L side, displacing the regular lady there. It seems they traded locations for this time. The most interesting thing was outside the practice room; the lady who runs the place was moving things about, and she had moved the coat rack when I arrived. And she moved it again, when I emerged from the practice room. That was the place where I put my boots on, and lo, a dude arranged to stand in front of me showing off his hairy legs, wearing shorts as he was. I turned to my L to avoid this male feature the perps so want me to see, and lo, if he didn't move in the same direction so to give me another eye-full. I turned again and as there was a wall there, he couldn't move any more. I cannot stand having a passel of Fuckwits standing over me, and somehow I "forgot" there was alternative change room I always used until getting screwed around over the moving coat rack yesterday.

Another screw-over in paying my bills, and I am so tired of this one. I have three bills to pay every month, and I attend to them at month end. I have been doing this consistently for years with the odd jerk-around. This time they totally blanked me out until last night after I shut down my PC. Then had me ignore the note I made for myself until this afternoon, and yes, they had screwed me around in not paying any of them. One was a day past due, another was due in two days, and the other due in ten days. Back in 2002 when they first attacked, they held up my mail for three weeks after I had paid my bills. Like WTF; why are they doing this, and why for 12.5 years?

I came across something interesting in one of the more readable advanced physics books (The Matter Myth by John Gribben) I purchased a while back, but somehow never got around to reading until this forced unemployment spell. It mentions a parallel reality based on the subatomic particle flux that exists everywhere, same as the energetic ether concept. And one could construct a quantum brain that has connection with this etheric world, and has a brain that can see both. This also fits with the Many Worlds concept, but being able to see another world. It did give me cause to ponder if that is what the perps are doing to me. This concept was filled out with the notion of the dichotomy of having an event happen with its own quantum energies, and again, where the same event intention is in place, but it doesn't happen. Hmmm... perhaps that is what the perps are doing with their sabotage, per above bill paying obstruction games.

Pyrrhic progress, sabotaging the victim's pillow and pillow case in 2014.

June 07, 2014

June 14, 2014

October 25, 2014

I NEVER use any bleach agent in my laundry (or my hair!), and these are high quality color fast sheets, and somehow, the color got sucked out of them.

Hours spent reading about the Sandy Hook school massacre, or even if there was one. The video on a suggested actor as a faux parent seemed convincing among other oddities. Three shooters or none; nothing can be taken at face value any more.

Removing apparent victims to who knows where is a common theme in the realm of perp managed events and stunts. For example, there were many credible reports of US military personnel alive in N Vietnam prison camps long after that debacle was over. Then KAL 007 was supposedly hit with a missile, but the only thing the authorities could present were the shoes of the victims to their families. Then in 09-11-2001 (911) most improbably, Flight 77 flew into the Pentagon, somehow finding the section that had been recently renovated, and where there were left over spools of cable. I say improbably, because there are anti-aircraft batteries at the Pentagon and they were not activated. The reporters asked where the wings and tail were, and were told "no comment". And the question remains; where are all these captive people, purported victims? And even more critical thought devoted to the improbability of an aircraft at high speed capable of flying close to the ground is here (an extensive dissertation of lift and ground effect).

12-03-2014
I got screwed for two hours of extra sleep and a 0930h get up time. Every winter they pull this shit, and into February before they back off.

A visit to the physical job board without the droogie count, so I could actually see it this time. After I departed, and making a rare visit by actually walking there, a native Indian in a light blue jacket and with his hood up asked some kind of rambling (drunken?) question outside, mentioning "if I was in Montreal". I said no, then he said "better not have been". Like WTF; the very city of possible horrors where I lived for two of my first five years, purged from my recall at the time, and I know I was beginning to form long term memories then, but so did someone else and didn't want me to have them.

12-04-2014
Another delayed get up time; I set the alarm this time, but got screwed into another 1.5 hours sleep, turning it off. I have a work trial tomorrow, and am suspicious that they will pull this stunt tomorrow and poof, there goes the job opportunity that has been keeping me bound for the last three weeks.

At the tanning salon, and lo, a male sicko there when I arrived, the "constant companions" thing again on chatting duty with the female attendant. He departed, the tanning was arranged and I go into the room and get ready, and lo, if the bed would not go on. I get dressed (with some lotion on me) and ask the attendant to turn on the bed from her location. She says sorry, she "forgot" and said I should of yelled through the door. Like WTF; she seemed to know about it, so why didn't she come to my door. I was the only customer there and "somehow" she screwed it up. Long time readers will know that this "happened" at the end of the spring tanning I did (1x/week, max), again when I was the only customer and some loafing cheersing male was there too.

And what is it about skin exposure to UV (or other light wavelengths), Vitamin D (forms under the skin), skin color (tones of white, brown and negroid colors) that so interests the senseless assholes who literally hound the living shit out of me for 12.5 years now, after 47 years of covert and orchestrated surveillance? I reckon the answer lies at the heart of what they are looking for, whatever cosmological constant/effect they are looking to define or quantify.


I went to the gym for the first time in 6 months; a sudden "urge" along with feeling fat (planted ideations and notions). As in keeping with the gangstalking scene at fitness centers, there were plenty of loafers and "stun outs" (gangstalkers in some kind of vacant torpor) around me; red or orange shirts seemed to be vogue. The trim and cute babe also made sure to dither at the entry area of the room to ensure she proceeded me down the stairs and to the door, though she went straight ahead.

And it so "happened" the regular entry door set wasn't working, and a second door, some 40' W had to be used. They arranged a cluster of at least 12 retards when I entered the building as this same door, seemingly on a outing and waiting for their bus. I am not sure their story adds up, but maybe there was some adult supervision. Last week they hounded me with a red shirted retard in the aisles of LD for at least 3 reprise gangstalkings.

Today, they crammed the parking lot at the LD store to the point that I gave up and didn't go there. This is at least the third time they have pulled this stunt in the last two months.

A return to the LD store tonight, with the brown (skinned) people hanging around for no seeming reason, save to provide a brown skin tone next to the chocolates with two of then lined up about 5' apart.

12-06-2015
A whole loaf around day, then finding out I "forgot" to attend grocery shopping until it was dark at 1700h. Major vehicular gangstalking on the way to the specialty grocery store, and once inside, a minor parade of two shop assistants turning a corner in front of me, each holding an item close their torso. Most strange IMHO.

12-07-2014
Sunday, and I got it together to go the fitness/gym again. A long haired blonde male mid 50's gangstalker was doing this strange routine of walking the breadth of the room and then stopping at each end for a minute or two and then (senselessly) retracing his steps. First I thought he was in recovery mode from working out, but no, it seemed that was his assigned berserk beat. Then he interrupted his strangeness to place himself at a workout machine next to me, and as soon as I finished my repetition, I moved onto another machine. I watched him off and on from this new vantage point and all he did was stand at the machine for four minutes. Like WTF; why all this strangeness at gyms?

But he wasn't done yet; after  a five minutes I went to the treadmill and then he breaks his pacing/torpor routine to arrive next to me on another treadmill. I hadn't started mine up at that moment, so I bailed out and lo, if he doesn't do the same thing and goes back to his pacing and torpor routine. Later, he puts on a black wool toque and keeps this routine up for crissakes. His blonde hair sweeping out from the front of the toque in some kind of blonde cuteness emulation it would seem.

Eventually this Fuckwit filtered out and then my assigned "dog-me" gangstalker was this obese native Indian in fugly oversized camo shorts. While not so frenetic as the blonde Fuckwit, he too did pointless pacing around in front of me. Later he made sure he was front and center in my vision field while I was captive on another machine. Then a blonde Fat Girl came into the picture, doing some kind of bend-overs 10' from me, and another later reprise gangstalking when I was doing my final stretches. And while all of the above was transpiring, a pair of extra chatty dudes came to pollute the place with their constant banter, one following me on the treadmill beside me, and the other using the same treadmill I had used. Funny how all that "happens" to me at the gym every visit.

Anyhow; more hours of online time wasted on researching skin conditions, as the perps have me with oily skin (sebaceous hyperplasia), the only member of my family with this condition.

Poof; a Promising Job Disappears Into the Internet Void

05-20-2014
Starting the week on a Tuesday, yesterday a national holiday (Victoria Day) here in Canada, home of Psychopathic Confederacy. Though I would suppose that would be the situation for all TI's in their respective western countries. Aka, The Rude Awakening; finding out that one has no recourse in law as the criminal assailants won't declare themselves, and the police do their bidding and constitutional freedoms are nothing but an indulgent facade for the masses. I am in a blue funk mood, so perhaps I better refrain from this topic in any more depth.

And too, my employer "forgot" to get my paycheck to me on Friday, and I "forgot" that it was due. Convenient, these string of managed "forgets", which serves the perp's games of having regular events suddenly rescheduled. Not only is the timing important for the perps, but creating new timing for regular events is a big deal. No wonder they put the posse of day-glo vested Fuckwits coursing around me while at the ATM. And to allow more gangstalk action, it was at the downtown branch where the ATMs are in the lobby as one passes through to the tellers. At the other branch in town, which I regularly use but "forgot", the ATMs are in their own separate area and not in the traffic lane for teller service. And have I mentioned how often the perps are obsessed over paycheck cashing and any financial transactions of any kind, from coin operated machines to mailing a check to paying bus fare etc.? Way too often. But they have been absolutely consistent about this from the get-go, when they descended upon me in my Seattle apartment in 04-2002 with a shock and awe show of highly unconventional physicalities. Following their debut they would gangstalk me at the checkouts, with these males who would show up with their backs turned to me and keeping stock still. They weren't shopping, so W-in-TF were they doing then?

Yesterday, something I didn't mention in last week's posting; I had finished putting up two towel rails in the bathroom, and then did some facial hair plucking (a 2013 habit start), and then this overwhelming sensation came over me, making me weak, and I had to sit down on the floor to recover from it. Add in some strange head sensations, as if I was sustaining a head injury or something like that (without pain), and I couldn't stand up for a minute or so. I have no idea what this was or how it was remotely invoked, but all I can say is that was momentarily crippling and most strange.

All this "happened" underneath the smoke alarm, an lo, if later in the day the smoke alarm didn't go off by itself.

Anyhow, getting back to the title, and an explanation. A three day weekend just passed, and I emailed the prospective employer on Friday, May 16, saying I was interested in his vineyard laborer position and that phone would be the best contact, as I don't typically have email access during the day. As one can deduce, vineyards don't take weekends off, and maintenance activities continue. No word today, so I should phone tomorrow to find out if he got my email of May 16. I find it most strange that promising jobs just disappear, and this wouldn't be the first. A term for getting the victim into an futile engagement is "gaming", as in playing a game with the victim and then they hear nothing, as in just getting cut off. All too familiar, even with people, though I don't get much of that interaction, being kept in this bubble with orchestrated events at every microsecond. That is, being a prisoner in disguise.

05-21-2014
Yoga, different instructor as it was on a Wednesday, and a repeat of the Easter strangeness on Monday when the instructor drives a half hour and only puts on her second class only, not both. Most strange, but one can surmise the perp's dead hand on this one as they have disrupted and cancelled countless yoga classes or otherwise shut it down.

The flat/square assed woman at yoga planted herself exactly in my line of sight to see the instructor, this following someone (with a much cuter ass) who took my regular spot that is closer. And my vineyard co-worker of two years ago was there, but apart from initial "hello' greeting, she got out of there way too fast to be polite. None of her red hair exposure allowed, or at least, more than the perps allow.

Adding to the FUD-Fog, the perps had me "forget" my yoga mat, had to use one there, a deep burgundry red color which also had to be cleaned following class.

Irrigation duties on the vineyard again; some lines needed checking, some were malfunctioning, and of course, water from various sources; creek, lake, and stored in an on-propety tank.

And for heading home, a 20 min. drive, there were plenty of red vehicles up and down the road, at least 50% of them.

05-22-2014
More vineyard duties; driving around, filling holes with soil, some wet, some dry and packing it with my boots. The perps like soils, and all the more when they can drive it around in the form of a evenly applied spray on vehicles, and with the vehicle paint color behind it. fascinating for them.

05-26-2014
Slacking off on the blogging, mostly because I worked/volunteered for the weekend to help out these folks (family of the vineyard owner) to manually bottle cider. That is, light straw yellow liquid in brown glass bottles, and given the nonsense the perps put me through over the color brown I suppose it was yet another perp managed event. Lots of male jocularity and male chat, then two of them (whom I only met that day) were closing in on me while I was seated at the capping machine. That gave me the heebie, jeebies, and I suppose that was what it was all about; encroachment of males on my personal space, ever a perp favorite them. One of them in a ridiculouse do-rag on his head, the other in a tourist like tilly hat.

Anyhow, I will get this posted for the week,  and resume with a new post for this week, hopefully on the Sunday.

Spin-Out

03-11-2013
A Monday, and although not as fraught as last Monday, the perp stunts were in full measure. I had picked up a 10kg box of yeast nutrient for fermenting wine, and first off, my boss phones up fussing about attempting to stop the fermentat at exactly 17 Brix, as that is the number he wants to hit (no matter how it tastes). As it was 18 Brix, he wanted me to stop the fermentation right away. I said I would, having taken the call timed 30 seconds after I departed from picking up the yeast nutrient. I could pull off when I got the call, and did so as it is illegal here which driving unless it is a hands off arrangement. While I stopped at the side of this little used road to a near-derelict warehouse, the vehicular gangstalking parade erupted outside my vehicle. Then when on an two lane access route, but still in the city boundary, a vehicular gangstalker was on my tail at 60kph, and then 70kph. This still wasn't good enough, even if the speed limit is 50kph, so she passes me heading into a bend. She couldn't control the vehicle at that speed and it spun around going around a bend no less, and ended up in the opposite lane facing me, no rollovers and keeping the tires on the road. A slow going pickup with a black box trailer was coming the other way and had ample time to slow down. So here we have this spectacularly stupid driving stunt, and spectacularly lucky (har, har) outcome seemingly about me packing 10kg of light brown yeast nutrient in a darker brown cardboard box. Or at least that is the way I read it for all the extra gangstalking attention I got.

The boss phoned me four times in the day, at least two of those when I had just put on gloves to do cleaning. (I have to take them off to operate a touch phone, or at least the one that I have.) Another bullshit call also came on. Adding fuel to the perp excitement was that I had made a call to purchase an item online, and then a second call to a fermetation supply warehouse to purchase the above yeast nutrient. As regular readers will know, all manner of financial transactions from online, to phone, to bus fare, to laundy machines and all shopping are intensely gangstalked and gamed. That I am paying for something that I will be later reimbursed for is also a big perp deal, as is getting a sale price on the first of four items but none of the remaining three.

And the winery supply service sucked; the warehouse had moved March 01 this year, as in 11 days earlier, and neither party of the firm with whom I spoke told me. I went to the location where I knew it to be and a notice on the door said they had moved and gave me directions. The perps just love setting up these games of "dashed expectations". I have no idea why, but it is consistent as this abuse is relentless.

About 25 zits showed up this morning; at least five each in the crooks of my arms and the remainder spread over my chest and neck. Way back when in high school, the ferocious zit days, I often wondered why it was that a zit on one side of my face would get a mirrored zit a few days later, both in size and location. And now that I know I am harassed and abused (literally) up the asshole, and have been since birth, I now have my answer.

I also drove out to the raw foods dealer who stood me up on Friday afternoon, the asshole not even returning my message to explain how it happened. All I got was a "sorry about that".

03-12-2013

Onto pruning today, hanging out with the contract pruners to learn what I could about the craft. Then in mid row, one phone call from the boss wanting me to put CO2 from the cylinder over the fermenting juice. LOL; a fermentation produces large volumes of CO2 and protect the juice from oxygen contact.

I pumped the apple ice wine to barrels so it can be transported into the reefer-container. Extra helicopter coverage today for some reason; maybe it was that I was working with brown colored liquid.

The boss arrived in the afternoon with more winemaking "goodies"; filter, bottling device, etc. And a new Rotweiler puppy; flown in from Czech no less.

And I see myfood order got sabotaged; somehow dark chocolate got substituted for milk chocolate that I ordered. I loathe dark chocolate and would have no reason to order it except for remote neural invasion or the electronic order got changed on me. Now that they can subvert short term recall and re-arrange concepts in one's mind without being any bit aware of it, they could of made me order the wrong chocolate online. Before they could pull these stunts, say 2009, they would sabotage the order after it was sent, and obstruct order confirmation emails.

The pounding and tromping outside this suite has increased for whatever reason, though at the same time I was writing up a reply comment. The perps like to noisestalk me the instant I send email as another related example.

03-14-2013
My internet service got taken out last night, even if the cell phone registered four bars. And by dint of coincidence the motel wi-fi was extra slow. In other words, no internet service. I did my weekly tanning last night, then went to the LD store for chocolate. And lo, if a late model convertable showed up and out spills four young males in full-jocularity mode to lead-ahead gangstalk me into the store. Then of the four, the full black hoodie stalker loitered to be seen through the glass doors as I approached from outside, "found" me twice in the aisles, and "found" me yet again at the checkout. As their convertable was green with a brown rag top up, I can only assume he was on brown-green stalking duty or whatever else their improbable vehicle might confer. And the biggest hoodie going; I never saw any portion of his face, even from the side.And I when I got back to the parking lot, I see their vehicle had a light tan brown minivan parked next to it and a red vehicle next to the mini-van. Originally, the parking lot was bare except for mine and their convertible, and it was most strange that the next two arrivals park next to the gangstalkers' vehicle.

Other exciting perp changes today were to keep a yapping male consort outside of my room for an hour to cover my arrival and then dinner. This might of been to force me to eat in the bedroom to limit the noise-stalking, as a "warm-up" to an hour long nap attack this evening. Then to wrap it up, they turned down the heat, no matter if the suite heater is set at 74F.

I got my assigned pruning done today, and had time to evaluate the new wine filter the boss bought two days ago. More "browning around" maybe, pulling it out of the box and assembling it in part, as well as reading the scuzzy photoprint manual and to then later read it online in glorious color. The perps like to create these contrasts; see it in muted form, and later in full color and/or detail. Hence the regular channel TV news anchors being washed out color-wise and then later in full (unbleached) color.

03-15-2013
1130h
A short work week, this being the last day of a pay period and I must not work more than 80 hours over two weeks. So... a whole 2.5 hours of work today; enough to tidy up loose ends and get tagged with a toilet blocking there while concurrently they cause a gallon of water to leak onto the floor in the garage, some 40' away. These are filter tubes that block the sink all the time and as I spend 50% of my time at the sink (as a winemaker) I have to move them. They are full of water in an attempt to purge the mildew/mold in them as they didn't get stored properly, and when moved onto a plastic tote it slowly collapsed while I was in the bathroom. So.. more cursing and then a mop-up which morphed into a full walked-area mopping as the planted reasoning was that I might as well clean up all the sticky floor. The perps just love to have one job expand into another along with job interruptions so to have three or more on the go and have pointless interruptions imposed by remote neural influencing. And too, exposure to water and filtration is always a big perp deal.

03-16-2013
Heavy room vibration and outside pounding noise, back to the level before the phone call from a supposed complainant, incorrectly (ahem) thinking it was me. The pounding and vibration did decrease all round since then, until last night. And if the pounding and vibration was from more than one party, as it seemed (coming from different directions), then they all got the message.

And back to dog barking noise from next door, in keeping with the surfeit of this particular noise. The vineyard/winery owner's new Rotweiler puppy from the Czech Republic and that counts for extra dog barking noise in the noise-scape. And too, the puppy is having training problems and crapping inside the house. Then the cat also decided to crap outside its litter box, so carpet nuggets are both upstairs and down.

Anyhow, a whole Saturday off without even laundry to do, as it got done yesterday without incident apart from getting skunked at 1300h when both washing machines were busy.

That was before I set out to a small specialty grocery store, where they had me gangstalked with a black and a white pickups, near identical in model and make. One of them took me from motel exit at the road to the very parking lot I was headed. Then this strange native indian dude in ball cap needed to tail me all over the store, including the checkout, adroitly getting ahead of me at the only open checkout.

And more online screwings; I cannot get my cell phone billing detail for the current bill, and nor can I log into my credit card. The written down password, particular for the credit card, somehow got missed where I keep it. All to rile me up to a screaming rage show equivalent, as vocalization is now limited to a hoarse whisper. When is this insane abuse in all its myriad facets ever going to end? Imagine being riled up some 30% of your waking hours for close to 11 years.

The nattering and cackling yobos have set up shop 8' from my room and seem to think it important, yet again, that I listen to male banter, throat clearing, coughing, over-jocular  laughing and cackling. Nothing funny in this grim Potemkin Village.

And some Windows warning about a hard drive about to fail; I got these particular hard drives because they had a five year warranty, and most of them have failed now. The Windows warning prompted a backup session to start, and this represents the first time I have used Windows for backing up as I can never find where the application is. And I see that it is the intended backup drive that is supposedly flaky. It never ends.

1600h
An insane amount of tromping Fuckwits outside this motel suite. About one per minute lead-footed Fuckwit shaking this suite, along with the noise and male/yobo banter to go with it. Why this corner of the 100+ suite motel is a mecca for the shifless bums doesn't surprise me if one applies the harassment-victim-in-Potemkin-Village theory.

Enough dulldom; it has been mostly a shut-in weekend and for what? Extra heavy gangstalking when they let me out. The freakshow at LD confirmed that along with the hyper vigilant stocker/stalker dudes.

Family Day Holiday

02-11-2013
A battle with a pink warning bar that kept popping up in this here Blogger. Then a dialog box re-directing me to another server. No choice in that of course as what else was going to happen? The same warning bar popped up yesterday, though with the action link at the far right, and now it is to the left of this text.

Anyhow, a new statutory holiday was declared for the province of British Columbia, and it is [three more pink pop-ups without even making a keystroke; now a smoke alarm has gone off next door. Now thumping has erupted] called Family Day. Yep, a day off for the salaried folk, but not for me as the boss man has two 500L he wants emptied of wine and cleaned for his load of bulk wine that he bought from another vineyard. Soo... I was very busy today, doing cleaning of the recieving vessels, (stainless steel kegs), and then pumping the wine with this wretched pump that has to be filled with wine and the in/out hoses too, and only then it works (barely). The advance pump chamber filling and connected hose filling is called "priming"; always purchase a self priming pump to negate extra perp sabotage if nothing else.

The perp stunt of the day was to drop the head of the steaming cleaner into the keg and make it unretrievable so far. These kegs are 20lbs or so, and one has to arrange it upside down but still getting room to get one's fingers in the 2" wide mouth in attempting to retrieve the item. So far, no success as they keep confusing or confounding me as to where the end of this object is so can drop down into the mouth, and then I can pull it out. But somehow, I cannot get to the end of this object before it squirts sideways and out of my grasp. Understand this; it is an opaque stainless steel vessel vessel, and the perps can manipulate the object inside of it to foil me in attempting to retrieve it. I don't even get to see inside as it has to be propped up in the upside down position.

And pumping and blending white wine, then red, and a mess to clean up. What else is new?

The oven doesn't work on the stove, just the stovetop burners. The perps are delivering more refined fuckery after they took out the whole stove with a power circuit "failure" four days ago. And the manager isn't availible on the motel phone.

02-12-2013
Heavy red colored vehicle coverage tonight on my evening sojourn to the supermarket. Even a final red brake light show opposite to where I parked my vehicle at this here motel.

Some 800 liters of red wine arrived today, part of the boss' horse trading, ostensibly. But it "happens" to come from a vineyard of the person I worked for last year, three weekends or so at his personal property. When nothing is a coincidence in this orchestrated existence, this is makes it all the more curious. And the boss said I could take a bottle to try out. And for some reason I did not connect (read mind control) the number of red gangstalking vehicles with having a bottle of red wine in the vehicle.

A dude herd gathered outside my door just when I wanted to depart for grocery shopping tonight, some 10 min worth of male banter.

Then pounding and vibration tonight, at least six instances when sent into a quasi-nap that they wakened me from by my own snoring. The putative cause was running Fuckwits outside on the open walkway, but as this hasn't happened here before, it had to be very heavy Fuckwits and/or extra unconventional methods.

The fourth dude yap session has erupted outside my front door, presumably the smokers again.

02-13-2013
Internet connection hassles again; the digital cell service one night, then it goes kaput, so on with the local motel wi-fi and so it has alternated every night for the last three.

Yoga after work; kind of like a stakeout with about 15 women in place when I came early, and then the Fat Girls came in a few minutes after me. Worse yet, one Fat Girl parked herself in front of me and had capri pants on to reveal a L calf tattoo. Two Unfavoreds and the ongoing spectacle for the full class duration too.

And much like two weeks ago, my two parcel mailings arrived and I had some 10 min. to open them andreview the contents and go off to yoga and evaluate the contents some more. The UPS parcel should been delivered three days ago based on past experience, but it seemed the perps wanted a "double brown" event; two parcels from different carriers arriving on the same day.

Later I learned that one parcel was an amalgamation of two orders only 30 min. apart after the perps screwed my first order up, I made a second one. Even later, I learned that they had presented an order of two weeks ago in place of the order I thought was sabotaged. It was, but I had no idea that a whole prior order was swapped in its place. Nor was I allowed to figure it out at the time. I got billed shipping for two orders, and recieved them as one. And also perp skullduggery at work when I asked the UPS person who phoned for brokerage (ransom as it turned out), fee clearance if there was a second order I could also pay for. But no, she could not find it. Then the next day, UPS called again, and then told me that the brokerage fee was paid and the phone message was a mistake. I asked about a second parcel again, but as I wasn't given a tracking number, I was hooped.

All this fuckery over orders and shipments, begining with a spoofed email that had the wrong order presented to me. Then another order to get the items that I wanted, to then have me thinking all week about two orders were coming, but were amalgamated as one physical parcel, but billed separately. Got all that? And why this insane, petty and deranged fuckery over orders, shipments, extra phone calls, billing and delivery?

02-14-2013
Yapping dudes outside my door tonight, and at least six separate events. Three of the yapping dude events were timed exactly the same; after I got off the couch and did something else. Also on tonight is pounding and shaking this place as a leadfooted gangstalker goes by.

02-15-2013
Same deal; dude banter eruptions outside each time I get off my seat, then pounding and vibration mixed in too.

Yoga gangstalk again; a blonde from Washington State came for the class. A little unusual for an out-of-town visitor for yoga, but as the perps routinely arrange vehicles from out-of-province/state and have them sit in this motel parking lot there for weeks, I am not too surprised. And they put lithe cute girls around me in yoga today, a rare exception to the past trail of Fat Girls, tattoo-ed girls etc. Mind you, the instructor was balding, large gutted and male (three Unfavoreds). Perhaps the perps wanted to keep the instructor as the only Unfavored specimen in the class.

When I was walking to the yoga class they put on a bald male gangstalker at a restaurant who also popped out onto the street for me him to see him yet one extra time before I crossed the road at the traffic light. I suppose they were getting me bald male-ready before the class.

The mud flicked vehicle arrangements are a big deal of late, especially red vehicles in the evening sporting a fine film of soil on their vehicle. Those color games again with soil. And I took soil science way back when I did my forestry degree, and dug a few soil pits along the way. This past year I dug 200 holes for planting new vines at the vineyard I work in, and I suppose that fitted the perp abuse/research theme of soil/earth energetics study. As does their extensive stalking with petroleum carrying vehicles; e.g. fuel tankers, used oil pickup vehicles, heating fuel trucks etc.

And I see they put a soil flicked vehicle outside in the motel parking lot, as the first vehicle visible when coming down the stairs. This same parking stall had a way fugly flat deck trailer heaped with boxes under a brown tarp for a week or so. Thankfully it is gone, but its predecessor, a way fugly plywood walled trailer was moved to the entrance way and parked there. There is only so much fugly they want me to see at once it seems, and then every so often, a full out freak show erupts (fugly people as a subset of all things fugly).

02-16-2013
Saturday, and little initiative go outside, save the laundry room. I saw my hand towel had arrived back, the once pink, now lavender colored towel used exclusively for drying my eyeglasses each morning owing to accumulated scuzz each night. The two week experiment of using the motel's white towel for eyeglass cleaning has seemingly ended, though it may re-occur.

And diamond sharpening this afternoon that begat a 4x hacking dude outside my door while  I was using the newly aquired diamond lapping film to sharpen my hand pruners. That these lapping films are graded with a color code must also be interesting for the perps given their profound and abiding interest in me when sharpening any steel. Or even using a knife or scissors; I don't get why they are so berserk over cutting edges, cutlery, cut up objects etc. Surely they have invaded enough slaughterhouses and gathered all the needed data surrepticiously without hounding my ass for over ten years. Never mind that former human combat utilized swords, arrows etc before the days of electromagnetic pollution we now live in.

And lo, if the adhesive backed lapping film didn't have a "failure"; three different grades had their adhesive somehow not work while attempting to stick the film to a clean steel surface. (And we are talking about the three-em company products no less).That begat a trip to the supermarket late this evening to get contact cement and later glue down the film. And lo, if they didn't screw me yet again by having the glue consolidated into lumps under the flat film  that I couldn't get out and had to later scrape the glue off with Goo-Gone, another current product under intense perp scrutiny. More of the chemical ether perturbances I suppose, along with additional male banter outside, coughing and hacking and as a finale, shaking this suite from a supposed leadfooted Fuckwit outside.

02-17-2013
Another night of the couple chat from next door; the perps wake me up deep in the night while the seeming couple next door chat for some ten minutes and then put me into sleep again. They, both the couple and the perps, are so consistent on this, once per night for the last week at least.

An outing to get some food items brought on my vehicular gangstalking parade; three vehicles ahead and one behind all making the same L hand turn off the highwy as I did. And the vehicle cleaning bays were all busy with extra waiting vehicles behind them, the fourth interference/obstruction in four weekend days. Somehow the notion to have a try after work didn't come to mind in two weeks.

Some extra weirds were added on to sweep ahead of me and then return to loiter behind me to show off his shoulder badge, though not a LEO. This was to accompany me getting skunked (not finding what I was looking for) on my usual hemp seed that I purchase as they "happened" to be out of it for the first time in nine years that I have been using this particular brand. And as the perps skunked me on getting some two weeks ago for the last Wednesday in the month for 20% off, one can be sure this gangstalker vignette was planned to the microsecond. Not to mention that my cashier "happened" to be coming by when I when I placed the one and only cooked chicken in my shopping basket. And lo, if she wasn't the only available cashier as I skedaddled after the weird was coming for a third gangstalking pass. Such is shopping, like a fugitive. Or, as a certain album title suggests, "a prisoner in diguise".

And a mud-flicked B-train (trailer and pup trailer) gasoline tanker truck ran a late yellow light to make a L hand turn to then lead me for three driving minutes to the highway. I say bullshit on this one, being a Sunday today.

All my efforts to get the blu-ray player to play a disc on the in-suite TV came to naught; the TV recognizes the HDMI cable source but won't display the playing disc. Such is this existence being totally fucked down to every last endeavor, even turning a page in a book can become a rageified experience. Though of late, they perps have me complain/rage (when they let me) in a hoarse whisper to keep the pretense of disturbing the neighbor's peace. All being gangstalkers of course.

Another round of emo-trashing tonight while watching the 60 Minutes piece on the Africa Mercy Ship. I knew it would be full of freakish disease pics as well as negroes, so I listened instead. And still the perps made me feel emotional about it which isn't like me at all, even if I had been watching it. I wouldn't feel a thing if they hadn't interfered with me.

And "blonde-washing" on the TV news tonight; they bleach the newdesk color out to about half of normal, only when the darling blonde woman is the anchor. Later they overlay horizontal banded lines from the previous ski conditions scene over her face.

And having worn headphones for parts of the day, the perps now plant the suggestion that I am still wearing them. So on they go and I now get to listen to music while putting this together.

Onto posting this as another violated day closes.

New Motel Residence

12-03-2012
First weekday at this new residence. And the brown games were on. Not only do have many unpacked cardboard boxes, and the contents out of those that I did unpack, but I also received a brown box from a certain online discount place with the items that I ordered. Of major note was this soft shell jacket, a nice mid-blue in color, and lo, if it didn't have a patterned scarlet red colored liner that I did not expect. This is so much red that I don't think I could wear it, even if it doesn't show. The perps have a way of planting constant nagging ideations to have one change their mind awful quick. And I also see that the same underwear I order in black, is now with a half blue waistband (inside) and with some small red patterns on it too. Otherwise, it is identical in make and cut to my all black underwear. And as the perps have been on a ten year long tear as to my underwear color and all the other related details, this represents the first progress in being allowed to have anything but black underwear. They still won't let me have plain briefs, and insist that I have a high waist and extra (useless) panels on the front.

12-05-2012
A double move as it "happened"; the room next door was to be the one, but lo, if there wasn't a problem with the reservations, so I had to move again last night, one room away. This being a motel room, and cramped it is, unlike the one I had in January thru May. The perps like to alternate keeping me crammed and then having sufficient room. I would posit that there has been two of each for the four places I lived in this year, alternating, and starting with sufficient room.

Then too, this motel has more of the shiftless males loitering around with no seeming day job; sitting outside their rooms, sucking on cigarettes, and their telltale perp coughing and hacking. Every so often they do a soliloquy on the cell phone to ensure I hear enough background "dude banter", as has been the long running perp stunt.

And true to form, a resumption of the toilet blocking games within 2 minutes of finishing the move-in for this residence. Regular readers will recall this identical stunt/event got pulled on me the last residence within a minute of the last box being hauled from the vehicle. And then that wasn't enough, because the put me through the same exercise this morning. I recall this same back-to-back blocked toilet stunt was pulled in the first week of the last place too.
They gave me a week off from toilet games last week, and now are back at it. At least they didn't block it as I was departing the last place as these events can go for three or more days before they are "resolved" with Liquid Plumber. Or should that be dissolved? And just when I wanted more ammunition in the form of bleach to deal with this problem, why, it disappeared from the shelves of the regular gangstalker big box store. (And the red staff shirts give me the heebie-jeebies). Regular readers will recall that the One Minute Plumber gas cartridges also disappeared from the same shelves when I was to replenish the three expended cartridges at my employer's toilet hassles this past summer.

And plenty more hassle today, the first morning in this room; re-directed finger control, objects flipping or turning on their own, soap bubbles from nowhere and all the other juvenile pranks that I have come to loathe all day long.

12-07-2012
 I got whacked for a 45 min. "nap attack" after tea and chocolate some 15 minutes into a new book; and has this not repeated in recent months? Yes it has, and it would seem they want me more psychically accessible following beginning a book.

The former landlady had to be re-visited yesterday for me to collect my damage deposit. What a freak; 250lb, dressed entirely in red, and a thick neck like a frog. Then she regales me with her Air Miles card woes (again), as if I gave a shit, as I loathe those customer loyalty cards, unless store specific.

The landlady paid me in cash, the new Canadian $50 bills with polymer "paper" and even a see-through panel. The bills ended up in my wallet for longer than planned as she kept me until my tanning appointment time (clothes off, note), which then backed into store closure time and a big perp stakeout at the LD store. Then to the ATM where oddly, two of the six $50 bills went missing, though I wasn't allowed to know that then. Only afterwards did they run the logic of how much there should of been from a damage deposit, reimbursement and labor work I did for her. I was $100 short, and yet I put all the $50 bills into the envelope. [Post script; I see the bank ATM staff logged a "Error" and a $100 addition to my account, now one day later. So it would seem the perps needed to steal two new polymer bills from my wallet, have me deposit the remainder after jerking me around to other errands when I intended to deposit them right away, and then give them back by either re-inserting them into the sealed deposit envelope or directly transacting with the banking system. This would not be the first time contents of my wallet have disappeared by themselves outside of the conventional physical reality of most every one else.

They finally let me finish out the week with vineyard work, the wine all put to bed for the month I am to be away. I also moved the fruit tree prunings from yesterday; a tree service person came yesterday while I was inside, putzing with the wine making. The perps like to arrange someone cutting plant material near me, if not having me do it. Last year, when helping the boss' son move house, the cable installer was cutting a nearby shrub with his pliers as one of the more absurd cases of cutlery severing plant material. Just to think we now have combine harvesters cutting swaths of wheat, corn or whatever, and here are the perps grinding me on pruning vines or fruit trees. Back in 1996 I had a small hobby farm with an acre of kiwi fruit, which needed pruning each year. Now 18 years later, they put me through the same routine, just on someone else's farm.

12-08-2012
A Saturday, and a full leg wax appointment. They pulled snow in the night, though only one or two inches, and it warmed up during the daytime to melt some of the ice that was crusted on my vehicle. No driving hijinks either with some ice on the road. The perps can use anything as an excuse to create hassle or adversity.

I went shopping after the leg wax, and the perps do like to swarm me then, and I had my posse in LD store again, though no loitering dude where I needed to go this time. Then to vacuum my vehicle for the second time in a week, as the pink gravel at the vineyard seems to find its way on my shoes and then into the foot well.

 The yapping dudes has set up outside my door, just voices right now, though when closer one of them mentioned a "roster". Hmm, as in organized shiftless males. Kind of a gimme on their part.

Another parcel has gone AWOL. A watchband to replace the one where the keeper self-ripped and for the last three weeks this infernal watchband sticks out 3" and contacts anything and everything at my L. hand. In the past, during key Fuckover moments, the watch band would flip out from its keeper loop all by itself, and now, I have the watchband snagging games going 24x7. Said letter parcel is traceable, and it took six days to send it from Bethel CT to Bethpage NY making it there Nov. 26. It left Bethpage NY Nov. 29 with three departure scans in three days and hasn't been scanned anywhere else since. And have I not mentioned the strange goings on with parcel deliveries? Many times.

Meanwhile, a book was ordered a few days later and it arrived inside a week. Largely because it is a two hour drive away, though I didn't know that at the time I ordered it. It seems that Amazon doesn't want me to know where the seller is physically located, and only the province, state and country is mentioned. Just more coincidence games it would seem.

Speaking of which, for the past two mornings, a vehicle at the next motel, 100' to my right, has been copying my R turn identically as I pull out from the motel to the street. I had this same deal for at least three mornings in succession at the last place I lived at. Though it is nothing new, as this copy-cat driving, emulating my turns and lane changes, was evident as soon as the assholes went berserk/overt in 04-2002.

12-09-2012
I am due to drive out to Kelowna, 1.5hr northbound, and I see the perps pulled another snow job. Only an hour ago I checked the forecast and no snow was mentioned.

Am back from yoga; only 9 others this snowy morning, though not deep. Much less than the elbow to elbow classes with 25 or more. The cycling dude got close today, he and his grunting for crissakes, and he cannot get the poses right, only going partway. Said dude managed to park himself over my boots after class, and after putting his dumbshit dayglo coat next to mine for the entire class as I discovered afterward. Then while changing he stepped into my view, so fuck that, I cross to the other side of the lobby where a couch is, which was the signal for two women to suddenly file out the door. All these choreographed exits, entrances and obstructions.

They put on the blonde, young and proportional but-large woman instructor this morning, and making sure I saw her oversized ass more than once. This time she was in all black, having alternated from black and white in past classes. And it seemed to be bra-straps-on-show today, nearly half the women with some kind of visible undergarment straps. This is nothing new in the perp arrangements anywhere I go, but to have an undue emphasis on it in one yoga class is most curious. And one tattoo woman who put herself directly behind me by 8', and it seemed to be the arrangement that I would only occasionally see the tattoo in the mirror. Bad enough, but she was the one that came beside me two weeks ago when I was last there, and with plenty of more tattoo exposure then. And if I don't like the sight of tattoos, why is it that a secret organization needs me to see them in glimpses everywhere for over ten years of hounding me out of work and a normal existence?

The yapping dudes outside my door have clustered and keeping up the male banter, post tea and chocolate. Double the usual 100g no less, to make sure I have more brown signature I suppose.

Calling this one done before I travel to the First Feral Family home for four weeks. There should be a carol for TI's, maybe to the tune of 12 Days of Christmas- Four Fuckwits, Three Belligerent Drivers, Two Split Couples and a Brain in Research. You get the idea. In fact, the perps let me have a number of versions in prior years before they cut that from me.

Buddist Merit Dedication

01-17-2012
2010h
One of my farmworker colleagues, a woman who has criss-crossed my path by working for former employers of mine, or is mirroring me in terms of significant activities like attending horticulture class, (viticulture in my case), sent me an email after her visit to a Buddist dharma festival, I "dedicate any merit I have accumulated by attending this festival to your permanent happiness". Like WTF; anyone who even looks at me, let alone interacts me in any significant way has been approved, scripted, rehearsed and trained, so with her near two year long association, I am supposed to believe this is genuine? Then she phoned tonight to interupt my studying just when I got started, and as part of the conversation I say that I don't have any control in what happens to me, and she says "no one does". And of course the perps made me dithered to react to this, as it speaks volumes; that she believes in the prison planet world of total control of all beings (not even I have ventured that far), and of course, how does she know anyhow? Neither question was asked of course.She has never discussed her conspiracist leanings to me, and I would be the one person who she could relate to on this topic. Ergo, she gets her information from someone else.

She is also on record as of two weeks ago, saying that I will be working with Mexicans this summer, and when I asked how did she know, she just blew me off with a vapid generalization. There is a good chance of course, now that I am in the farmworker class, and attempting to improve my lot by taking a viticulture course at present. So..., with our mutual path crossing over the past year, and the constancy of a particular notorious someone in the past 12 years, I am coming to think the farmworker colleague just maybe this person in morphover form. When the perps put someone on me for two years or more, and plan parallel activities all the while, as well as working together on one farm, and she working at the daffodil farm that I have worked at, it is beginning to seem mighty curious.

01-18-2012
Got my first mail at my new address, as unbeknownst to me they were accumulating at the office since I moved here Jan.05. Of four items, three were invoked "problems". UPS wanted to nail me for an amount equal to what I paid them when I picked the parcel four weeks ago. "Somehow", their finnancial system tried to bill be again, when there was no way whatsoever to pick up the parcel without me paying taxes and duties. Go figure. Then a bill from the electrical company, saying that I didn't pay the last bill when I did, as per the bank's financial records. Then the ISP+phone company has the most balled up bill, billing me for things I never ordered when I shut down the account for Jan.04, 2012. But at least they got my address correctly to send this outrageously wrong bill to me. At the time I was told I was going to recieve a check when instead, I get a bill. It would be another 40 minutes on the phone to sort this one out, now that they have reduced their service level, per last phone call. Which wasn't much better than the dude circus that erupted in their offices, 15 of them ahead of me within the first two minutes of them opening their doors.

And why does this admininstrative sabotage happen to me, and what purpose does it serve? I have no idea as the the latter, but when the harassment first started I had to attend to my bills when I got jerked into hospital for no reason in 04-2002. I paid them all in one go, and lo, if the whole lot of them didn't somehow all get lost in the mail for four weeks. Once I found they weren't recieved, I sent off payments again, and they got through the second time. Like WTF; why does this insane juvenile abusive insanity keep being applied to me for something so strange; fucking my bill payments, with the recent move as an excuse to stir up yet more sabotage?

Last night, on the eve of our first quiz, done today, why, a local earthquake for crissakes. All us studying students were in the area, and for some reason the perps figured they needed to shake the ground.

01-19-2012
No earthquake on the eve of the second quiz this week, unlike two nights ago. It was a combination day; first an hour long quiz in the morning, and then a field trip to a winery afterward. In other words, dress for a very cold day outside, but first write this exam for an hour inside before heading out. In other words, long underwear with windproof pants on top, and a silk undershirt with a heavy-weight undershirt on top.

And lo, if the perps didn't make me almost late for class, and the instructor had everyone there arranged with a center table for me alone. This is normally the instructor's table that he works from, I was in his spot for the hour long quiz.

And it was pruning again, just a half hour in the perishing cold, and the perps have a big interest in me whenever I cut foliage or anything else for that matter. Stiil fresh from last week's use in pruing and my classmates buzzing all around.

There is one E. Indian dreadlocks freak in the class, and the perps are giving him extra gangstalking duties, doing the "come straight at me and then divert when within 3' of me". The odd thing was that he headed out from the tasting room in front of everyone, as if he was headed to the washroom, but then came back in within 30 seconds, which meant no genuine washroom visitation. So why does a sane individual leave a group activity (wine tasting), to exit the room for 30 seconds so to set himself up to come straight at me on his return? All to give me extra freak time, as he is quite a collection of Unfavoreds in one person. And at least three redcoats took turns to course around me as we visited the winery, and tasting room with a bright yellowjacket in their too.

01-21-2012
I got to wear my Yaks-Trax for the first time. And amazingly, they didn't pop off or present any problem for the 15 minute walk to the campus. In fact, they worked well in the packed snow and ice on some sidewalks. This would be the very first time in nearly ten years that something new that I would be unfamiliar with, apart from clothing and footwear, didn't fuck up. Truly an epic moment for this victim where even turning on a light switch gets sabotaged.

The bathroom stopper "grew" in the night and didn't fit this morning. Or else they downsized the drain in the sink, sometimes it is difficult to know what they are doing exactly. Hence, no shaving this morning, always a big deal for the perps. the extra time I had was taken up with extra yoga, and a protracted crap to follow. A sudden "need" came on and it just might of been this morning's breakfast. I have known them to put food through my system in less than an hour.

A tanning session this afternoon, replete with gangstalking vehicles covering me just before going into the moribund tanning salon. I had my shiftless males circulating while I waited. A different type of bed, so I shall see if I am burned tomorrow. A follow-on legs shave after that, the first shaving of the day, at dusk onset no less. The just-tanned (exposed actually) leg stubble ended up being shaved off within 20 minutes of being at the tanning salon, and I am sure that this was a very important shaving event  for the perps, the first one of the day being my legs due to the sink stopper hassle they cooked up in the night.

And what is with the black gloves on student next to me? He also has an unerring knack of putting his head in my line of sight as I am looking at the projection screen; 20-30x/day is no fluke, so how does he know to move his head when he isn't looking in my direction?

Hmm.. past public data on this viticulture course indicates a 50-50 split between men and women, and here we have nine guys to one female. How does this statistical anomally erupt this year? And the dudes take turns to wear their toques in class, with the guy opposite going through a different ball cap almost every day; bright red, blue with same red piping, a muted burgundy red and so it goes.

The Unfavored freak (male, E. Indian, scraggly beard, dreads, bag hat/toque per above) likes to be gangstanking me out of class in the doorways; twice in two days at the library, and at least two more in the subsequent days

01-22-2012
1400h
Sunday tanning again, two days later to "catch up" from three weeks since the last time. back to admiring (per planted mindfuck) my bronzed and hairless legs. Who knew this was an harassment and abuse  outcome? Not me.

A flush of yelling yobos and dude talk erupted just after my tea break, and when starting up the PC. It was the same after lunch, except not so loud. Also in the mix were room shakings "from" other motel doors, and the encirclement strut. This room is bounded on three sides by a walkway and then a stairwell to the first level, so that provides the assholes an ideal set up to send someone in loud boots to walk along, in front, then the S. side and to the stairwell with the addition of ringing iron handrail noise. And this room sits over top of the entry way, so vehicles are parked or passing through underneath, also a bonus for the harassment assholes.

Back to writing a paper.

2200h
I am sweating bullets to get this paper done, and what happens? I get phone calls, aka an EMF disturbance at one's ear through a piece of plastic, and how many times have I related stories about each of them? Countless times, and lo, if the form of a telephone reciever we have both together, at my ear, inches from my brain, the seem locus of the perp's nonconsensual human experimentation initiatives. Not to mention that I am being kept in a densified magnetic field, measured at 1600 Gauss back in 2008.

And for the fourth time today, after a tea or lunch break, and then resuming writing and reading for the assigned report, why, an eruption of male voices for 10 to 20 minutes, someone walking outside who then circumnavigates this room, and wall, floor and ceiling poundings (no rooms overhead) carefully timed at particular intervals, especially if I pick up a book or stop reading one. And how could this strange behavior of others be anything but organized, as if four times in one day timed for the same circumstances. Not to mention the usual litany of red and late-yellow traffic light running games at intersections, and the stopping into the crosswalk. Just daily events when in Victoria, and now it has erupted here too, since I came here two weeks ago.

01-23-2012
I got my assignment written last night, no thanks to the perps who were hammering me constantly with memory dithering, preventing me from finding my last location in the book after a momentary diversion to type something. I never, ever had any recall problems with re-finding my location in a book while writing/typing, and suddenly, I am totally abushed with this new level of remote influencing abuse. They weren't able to fuck with my short term recall until 2007, and I suppose the decided to give me a whack of it all at once. It was fucking insane, and it was 2330h, and I was getting dithered over this and constant keyboarding sabotage. A piss poor effort, no thanks to the assholes.

I had better get this posted, orit will be another week of letting it slide.

Crumb Inundatations

Sept. 19, 2010
1320h
 A  day off from farm work, that will make it a three day weekend with a doctor appointment tomorrow. Just the usual "visit the East Indian" trip, no specific purpose other than that. He might have one his "students" in there too, or sometimes another doctor. Last time it was an Asian shrink who came to sit in, so it would be combination of Asian and East Indian male doctors. I am on record with predicting my next replacement doctor to be a negro, going up the brown skin scale, from Caucasian, Asian, East Indian where it currently is. Though I am told that negro shrinks are a rarity, I am sure the sickos will find one when they need it. As in "when", not if, though I cannot be 100% sure, but it seems the perps are still working on their negro exposures, especially male negroes, possibly related to traumatization associations of their doing when I was young, abused, and then recall deleted. It seems that subconscious recallections are what they are working on, and have been since they went into overt harassment in 2002. I say this abusive and depredative life rape has some 3 to 4 years to go, given that it has taken them 8 years to getting around to allowing me have food cut with a ceramic blade instead of steel.

I got two pieces of bum advice yesterday, found out today. The tea shop was said to have Bodum teapots with infusers, and the nearby coffee shop was said to have manual coffee grinders. I went and did a post-rain excursion to these two stores and got skunked on both. I did get some loose tea though, something I had wanted to do for over a year. That is how it goes; crank me up on an interest and then keep reminding me of it every few weeks for a year or more, and then finally allow me to execute the plan. Gangstalking and other stunts enroute and return and in the store are not optional.

Another long standing event that was allowed to be completed today was laundering my microfiber coat with a fleece liner. It looked scuzzy and the assholes wouldn't let me wash it until today. Wonders never cease.

The 1405h #27 bus was 10 minutes late, long enough to put on an extensive gangstalking vehicular show with the Asian woman rudely standing in mid-sidewalk some 7' away. When the bus finally came, why, it was near full, and I end up getting a seat beside her and her odd head drooping habits. I never did figure out what she was doing exactly, and whether it might of been an intense music listening experience. Her standing in mid-sidewalk next to the bus shelter meant that the procession of ambulatory gangstalkers that came from behind her all had an excuse to step onto the ashphalt street to get around her, and she didn't move after the first such obvious signs of obstructing public egress. I have never seen an Asian so fucking rude before, but there are so many firsts in this role as an exotic abusee.


Sept. 20, 2010
1600h
A stayover at the First Family Feral home last night, with prior serial visitations by my daughter in the afternoon (scraping for donations fo Run For the Cure (huge cancer fundraiser here)) and then my in-town brother for dinner. Then a near pointless trip to Lee Valley Tools for a chain mail glove to protect me using the recently purchased mandoline slicer, but as it was $80 plus taxes I defered, not having done any other prior shopping to find alternatives. Then an hour of yard work, resuming the digging job of removing the plastic sheeting buried in the soil, but as it was so extensive I had to cut it off and make another project out of the rest of it, as it is over one foot deep. This digging project to level a 10' square backyard corner had begun four weeks ago, and has already uncovered three other buried plastic sheets. I assume this is all perp related as they are totally consumed with the effects on plastics on soil, plant growth, water contact, and of course ageing. I don't think my parents put the plastic sheeting down, as they had no reason to. And I see that there is orange colored polyethylene plastic there, a relatively new product and different from the transparent and the black colored poly sheet that has been around for some decades.

And while my daughter was visiting with their family standard poodle, the next door neighbor saw fit to engage in some soil slamming to shake the house a little and add concurrent noise. The guy had started a fence repair job and "decided" that it was served by slamming the post down into the dug hole, presumably to compact the bottom of the hole so he could pour concrete in it to set the fence post. As mentioned, the sickos will use any excuse to increase the noise and vibration level, especially when there is more family about.

Another perp interest is plants, their roots, and soil interaction. The above mentioned digging job uncovered many roots of the nearby pine trees that had grown around, or between layered plastic sheets. This digging job exposed the roots, as the plastic had guided them to some extent. This same digging job had been held up for some three weeks as it was raining each of the past three Sundays, my only normal day off, save today. The doctor appointment forced me to take a weekday off, which was cleared with the employer in advance. As always, the SAC overhead aircraft noise started up when I started digging, and was near continuous for the hour that I was engaged in this activity. Other "regular noise" was the off-on percussive roofing noise, as if someone had started yet another roofing job in my proximity, wielding an air gun intermitently, unlike any roofing job I have known.

And the doctor appointment was duly attended by an "assistant" who asked all kinds of questions, making out that he wasn't up to speed with my case history. It went OK, and I didn't figuratively impale myself on describing gangstalking, harassment and the progression of mind control research. The major pissoff was that the appointment started 10 minutes late while the procession of wierds and oddities passed by, some doing back-and-forths, some doing synchronized seated posture changes, and others varying their spinal orientation, from slouch to bent over, like they were going to take a crap. I reckon ithat it was more important that I spend extra time sitting in the copper colored upholstered chairs, given that it is a highly featured gangstalking color, and that it is the third change in seating that has been arranged in that waiting room in the past seven years.

Said "assistant" was similar in face and eye appearence to the former work colleague I keep in touch with, and who emailed me two days ago about meeting a mutual colleague who suffers from MS. We didn't get together as it "happened" as there was no return phone call from our colleague. Such interactions that don't reach fruition have been noted in prior situations where a near-doppelganger "happens" to appear not long afterward. The perps seem to be seeking some kind of intrinsic neural signature of communication with the same person, be it by email (the past two days), phone (in the past), or in person with them morphed over (possibly today).

As one TI indicated to me early on, the sickos read one's spine like it is an aerial. And that seems to be true, as the fuckers are all over me (extra gangtalking) when I walk from yoga class back to my apartment. And too, a public yoga class out yesterday when I went to two stores, getting skunked at both on what I intended to purchase. The manual coffee grinder and the teapot with a stainless steel insert basket instead of a nylon one will have to wait yet again. The perps seem driven to have me get a glass teapot, and like to noisestalk me while the color changes while the tea is steeping. Heaven knows when they will let me have a ceramic teapot.

A city bus ride to downtown, then a freakshow at the supermarket while shopping enroute to my apartment. The assholes fucked me out of getting the bus I wanted; I was to get a #11 and the screwed me out of knowing that is the one I take, and I had to walk another half block to get a #14. Like WTF; why is it important to them that they screw me out of an intended bus? I don't make those kind of mistakes as I know most of the bus routes in this town, and yet they fucked my cognition and access to my knowledge.

1715h
A sudden Firefox browser crash a few minutes ago. All to follow the prior boot-up where last tabs were to come up but didn't for "some reason". About 99% of the time I boot up Firefox I have the last most tabs as it saves opening new ones and serves to remind me of what I was last working on, looking at or planning to revisit. Soo.. to change things up as they do, they fucked my Firefox boot up to have no saved tabs from the last session. That is how it goes in Sabotage Land, even the most picayune habits or routines get trashed for their own sake.

An eruption of dude talk from a neaby balcony; I closed the window and put on my earmuffs and was not able to atenuate the noise level by any appreciable degree. I don't why the perps insist on arranging loud dudes to banter just out of word-audible range, but still within voice noise audible range, but that is how it has been for over eight years, these ersatz dude chats in my proximity. And I don't have any particular insight or given read as to why they are doing this either.

2130h
An noisy evening as the dude banter re-started again while making dinner and continued while eating and cleaning the dishes. That, and the thumpy stereo noise from a putative neighbor was my accompaniment on this particular Monday. Another first was that I used my new Microplane cheese shredder today, acquired two days ago and without the usual months of "fallow time" for most new acquisitions before they are permitted to be used. I haven't figured out why this applies to some but not other items. And some items are acquired and so far, years later, never used. The safety toed boots were bought in 2008 in the anticipation of future construction laboring work that never materialized, and haven't been worn yet. Which suggests a future job in some capacity where tey will be worn, but so far, nothing yet and I have no idea what it might be. IT work would not ordinarily have a call for this footwear, but in my circumstances one just does not know what is around the corner. The sickos don't like me to have much money, and a decent wage job doesn't seem to be in the offing. Though, they could get me on the expense side if I had a decent paying job; automotive expenses are often a money pit they like to exploit with strange and unexpected vehicle repairs. Been there, done that.

Enough for a post, and insurance that this isn't blown away like recent perp blog sabotage.

Stones on the Window

1830h
More of this bullshit where some asshole lobs small stones against my window, pretending to be looking for a neighbor. This time the fucker was on his cell phone while pulling this stunt, the EMF device of first resort for gangstalkers and the rest of the like vermin.

Anyhow, I had a busier day with apartment looking and application submitting activities, which made for great gangstalking as I was head to the same location twice in one day. And the gangstalking assholes are still in a more aggressive mode, jumping on my tail while they "happen" to be coming from side streets and doorways. Worse yet, they dress them up in ugly colors of orange, brown and red combinations. Normally, no one walks as fast as I do, but today they put on a gangstalker who passed me, wearing the same color of coat (olive drab) and also packing a black colored briefcase on his right shoulder, just as I was. It is fucking nuts to be hounded like this all the time, and even in my own room, per above stone lobbing.

In between my apartment searching duties I had yoga with the regular group in the basement of an apartment building. There were plenty of plasmic events, and of course no one said anything. The perps have my attention controlled enough to have me look at objects or people when I don't want to or wouldn't ordinarily do. There is this one woman in the class they have me look at, but I am really not interested in her, or anyone else for that matter, as the burden of this harassment precludes any kind of social interaction, which is probably the plan. This woman also talks to the instructor when I am leaving, parking herself closet to the exit pathway. This standardized routine has happened at least six times so far, with today's variant being that they were in the hallway and not inside the classroom. In fact, these chats have been incrementally moving toward the door, and then hallway, little by little, each week. Anyhow, it is not a big deal, and I don't have any desire to start anything up, though she could be a morph-over of someone I know a whole lot better. It is simply one of those curiousities that surfaces in the ongoing harassment netherworld that I live in.

And it is the day of forced but also felt farts that occur at key junctures for the harassment assholes; while entering a door way, opening my fridge, touching brown color tortillas, and many hundreds of others while under their microscope of analysing my every move, keystroke and breath. Often a coincident noise will erupt at the same time; beeping vehicles, coughing and hacking, diesel engine startup, loud mufflered vehicles etc. One could call this "fart stalking" I suppose. This has been a constant for the last five years, but today they also ramped it up in the style of being more aggressive about it.

And in the parking lot outside my room, the perps put on a deep metallic red VW camper all day, and it offers both a steel body and a fiberglass top in the same color. Then when starting dinner up, they pulled it and put an identical colored sedan in its place, then five minutes later, an identical colored SUV parked next to it.

I find the perps' obsession with VW campers (Westphalia) interesting, as I owned two of them, serially for some six years. It is a common stalking vehicle, and has also been owned by thought-to-be friends of the past. I suppose, with the engine in the rear, it offers some attractions for the perps to continue their games of hounding me with their energetics assay activity. I never liked them as they were always so underpowered, and yet they could of been the minivan of the day since the 1960's if they were more comfortable, six inches lower, and had more engine power. Instead, it was Chrysler that introduced the minivan to considerable success in the 1980's.

There were at least 800 vehicles on today's vehicular gangstalking today, and there were plenty of color coordinated formations; at one location they had three burgundy colored vehicles in file waiting at a traffic light, all of the same flat finish (non metallic) and then a red colored vehicle joined up with them to make it four red, or red derivative, colored vehicles in file.

The ambulatory gangstalkers are putting on more reds and browns of late; one woman had a long coat that ended six inches above the ground, an absurd garment for this climate and weather, in a very bright fuschia red.

2000h
The perp operatives are on the move again, and engaging in their games of add-on burpings, chatter, heavy tromping of feet, and front door slamming to which my room shakes as the "coincident" event.

When setting off for the second time today, the perps put on (my) brother-like gangstalker who "happened" to be coming down the stairs as I was in the hallway opposite, some 4' away. This is the same fucker that emerges from a room opposite mine, and it appears that he gets to change his room more often that is evident, which really suggests that he doesn't live here at all, but is teleported and morphed-over to put on this hang-dog and totally avoidant eye contact act. That may be slim evidence, but this fucker is getting a lot of gangstalker time, and it must be someone I know, possibly very well.

And in another deja vu, the perps put on one of my former co-workers in the Ministry of Forests as an ambulatory gangstalker in the very same location as three months ago, except he (and I) were walking in opposite directions. Of course he pretended not to know me, but after two gangstalkings, I wonder if he signed up with the assholes, or is still in his Ministry job.

2020h
Some males have arrived in the parking lot outside my room and set up their nattering which is meant to be overheard from my right side. Then while reading an interview, the coughing and hacking started up whenever I read the interviewer's questions, but not for the answers. Go figure. As to whether the content is an issue for the perps or not, I cannot say. I happen to be reading an interview of a person asking an Reptilian (Lacerta File) questions, here. This is a fascinating read, and part 2 offers an explanation as to why a photograph can capture an UFO image where the photographer cannot see it. The reason, because they manipulate a switch in our brains on the UFO's flight path that causes it to be unseen. Not a logically provable reason, but one that leads to other questions as to how many of us are being manipulated and how at any given time? The Lacerta alien states there are 14 alien species on the planet of which three are hostile. So hostile, that they don't send abductees back. Scary.

2050h
And for the third time, the outside male banterers have re-arrived and are duly speaking and coughing, with no discernable reason for loitering in the dark back end of a parking lot in a mostly residential area. And of course they are sometimes coughing, just like so many others do, everywhere I go. As mentioned in past blogs, I should wear a T-shirt with a target on it that says "start coughing here". And for added action, some of the putative rooming house "residents" are also breaking out in coincident coughing on my left side. And if that isn't enough, they somehow seem to start the coughing when reading various trigger words that are in vogue.

2115h
The male banter outside my room has finally ended, and so relative quiet has descended, though I don't know for how long. As in seconds, as a coughing outburst started outside my room. Fucking sick that someone is subjected to this much harassment after 47 years of being covertly fucked with.

2210h
Another visitation from the bantering males in the parking lot outside my room. There are added noises of vehicle door closures (slammings more like), and proximate loud mufflered vehicles that constantly inhabit my aural world.

2225h
Time to call this a posting and blog off. Nothing too vital tonight, but if I get off topic, as per the perp's script, they dither my reading to make me move on. Now the overhead clunking has arrived in advance in taking a crap, one of the biggest noise and plasma stalked events going.