12-05-2015
Yoga was cancelled yesterday as the instructor's children came down with an illness. The perps have a long history of cancelling/obstructing yoga on me, sometimes for months at a time due to work conflicts. Though now it is down to single event/week cancellations it seems, but as next Monday is a long weekend holiday, why, there will be two successive cancellations. Cute trick that, and more common than single week cancellations.
As to what they get from it, besides ensuring that if I don't go I get stiff joints and become inflexible. They like the fact there are spinal twists and flexing, but the strangest thing is that they don't let me practice at home. I suppose there is an element of instructor attractiveness/distraction that would be missing when at home, but surely this is not a reason to jerk me around over yoga practice frequency. Rest assured, they have a plan.
On vineyard work today; weed eating duty, pallet load packing etc. The winery assistant was a little pissy today for no seeming reason. I was attempting to make conversation and I suppose it was is assigned turn to act brusque it would seem, just like so many others that suddenly turn on me for no apparent reason. This "habit" sometimes occurred in the distant past, again for no seeming reason. It is more common now since the Day of Abusive Infamy came on in 04-2002, aka, the Day the Perps Went Berserk and Overt.
When packing a pallet of wine cases the perps fucked me into putting the labels on the wrong side of the box for at least 6 cases of 14. I have packed at least 10 pallets in the past three months, and worked four days on the bottling line doing the same thing, and "for some reason" I totally "forgot". I am definitely being kept in the incompetent camp on this gig, and it infuriates me no end.
I got to wear my gumboots home as I left my regular boots in the winery for which I don't have a key. And of course the perps enabled this by making me clueless as to the time of day when I was last there. Regular readers will know how obsessed the perps are over rubber, made from feedstocks of sap from trees. also one of their obsessions. When taking public transportation from 2006 to 2012, the perps nearly always had an operative parked next to the wheel well on the bus. The low floor buses had a proportionately larger wheel well (inside) than the typical buses of yore. And they had me seat near the rear wheel well most of the trips that I took where there was no other "herding" agenda.
13-05-2015
Still on weed eating, then the trimmer head spun off and got lost. Then onto the other vineyard property and attending to the gopher holes, and then painting clear wood preservative (zinc napthanate) on the tops of the cut posts that were exposed to the elements. And lo, if I "forgot" to wear rubber gloves, and instead had stretchy porous ones instead. And lo, that exposure to the chemical wasn't sufficient, as they had me mis-pour it onto my R hand late in the exercise. I was utterly pissed, as I never pour anything blatantly into/onto the wrong location, never mind on my own hand.
A Wednesday yoga session with the male instructor, now with a bigger gut and stubble on his chops. Seems like he cannot do some of the poses he has us do. This is the same instructor who once thanked every one for coming, "especially those who came on short notice". One would have to be an operative to make such a bold statement as that I reckon.
Six other women made up the the class. And for some reason Star Girl was there, the attractive lithe blonde with the star tattoos on her wrist. I hadn't seen her at yoga for at least six months, and she looks better than ever for some reason. Though she does her own flaky routines at times, and I suppose this supports the perp cause in some way.
15-05-2015
Friday, and a day of myriad duties on the vineyard; putting up hooks on walls, thinning vine shoots, packing wine cases, watering selected plants, mowing the lawn, spraying weeds, patching asphalt etc.
Filling up the lawnmower took 30 min., as a new-fangled spout device didn't work, and I looked for a funnel, but there wasn't one, and so I had to pour freehand, again "missing" and getting some on my hand. And again, without adequate protection. But that wasn't enough, as they had me overfill the jerry can afterwards and get gasoline on my pants, boots and hands as well as the ground. A new perp theme of late; inadequate gloved protection, and lo, I get my hand(s) soaked in it.
05-16-2015
Saturday, and despite doing laundry twice before this week due to the weed whacking vegetative splatter, I had plenty to do. And to get screwed over, as the assholes had me "forget" my bedding that is cleaned each week. This isn't the first time they have pulled this particular stunt, but I am so fed up with their long running interest in my laundry. The laundromat proprietor guy kept me talking longer than I planned, and lo, if the towels weren't ready. Then I had a coffee to finish off, and a fat blonde woman came to use the very two washing machines I had used earlier. My towels were in the dryer above those same washing machines.
Onto the drop-in clinic with the very friendly and attentive doe-eyed medical office assistant to see about the test results of two weeks ago. She wouldn't give me a print-out like last time, but instead indicated that if I saw the doctor he could do that for me. I mentioned that I had a few other things going on (laundry) and I couldn't commit at that moment.
The medical office assistant anticipated (har, har) that I would return, and put me on the waiting list as it turned out when I phoned back to ask about the wait time. And so I went to see the drop-in doctor, the office assistant being extra helpful in allowing me to be the next-called patient, scooping the 8 or so who were waiting. In the exam room she lingered some to set the online access for the doctor, and I thanked her for putting me on the list. I had 8 minutes to wait before the doctor came, and lo, if there wasn't masers and plasma flashes the whole time. I suppose the perps were prepping me in some way for deeper magnetic studies of environmental interactions.
The male doctor didn't seem too fussed about the low hematocrit, hemoglobin and ferritin levels, these being re-test results. He asked me if had taken an iron supplement and I said no, as I wanted the results to be replicated as close as possible. Then he asked if I had a stool test and I said no, and he put an order in via the LCD display and keyboard. I mentioned the prior doctor suggested that a colonoscopy might be in order. Then he turns and grins at me for no seeming reason, and keeps his gaze and countenance for longer than socially expected. I filled in the uncomfortable time by repeating what I would do next. I thought it most weird that I got a grinning stare from 2.5' away from a doctor who seemed scared shitless of me during prior visits. He also has done other peculiar poses in past visits, like a seated wide open crotch shot for the entire consult, no more than 5 minutes.
05-17-2015
I finally got three months of financial transactions entered and reconcilled in Quicken. Regular readers will know that the perps love to sabotage this activity, and obstructing me in getting on with it every month end is just another arrow in their quiver. Strangely, it went OK mostly, save for the last week of the third month when for some reason, Quicken could not add up correctly. I checked the Quicken entries with a hand calculator, and compared them to the online bank account, and they were correct. It was only Quicken that couldn't add, and only five transactions at that. There were a few screaming ragifications over that one before I was allowed to figure it out.
Almost a shut-in day, not having the mojo to go out hiking. The morning time rain helped in that regard, and that is the main reason I got my Quicken entries done. Besides, the perps don't like me to tan two days in succession, or at least, the same body region, so that might be part of their restrictive plans for today.
I did get some tasks done outside though; one of my hand pruners has a very fat and impractical jaw, so I took my new grinder to it and fashioned it into a sharp point that can sneak into the smallest vine crevices to extract tie or mangled foliage. I got plenty of aircraft coverage while doing this, latterly complemented by the wretched HD motorcycle noise, sometime two at once from different directions.
Anyhow, enough to call this a posting and sign off for another week of unconventional harassment and abuse.
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Sunday, May 17, 2015
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Escaped
08-27-2014
No, I did not escape from this tyrannical and mind-invasive scourge, but while at the dentist this morning, the perps parked a Ford Escape on either side of my Toyota Camry. Both were light colors, one silver-grey and the other some kind of light pearl off-white. One was a 2003 model, and the other probably a 2011 model. And what is the significance of this? As it "happens" my perp abetting mother owns a 2001 model and I have driven it plenty often in the past as she is such a driving klutz, and won't drive in the dark.
And to elaborate further on the dentist's visit; it was a filling with a post put in place as the tooth would of been a candidate for a crown if I had insurance coverage. All that time with one's mouth open and two attending female dental staff in very close proximity with vacuums, water supplies, drills etc. as well as making up the plastic bonding and constructing agents.
All those immediate physical activities are prime etheric disruption agents. And plenty of jocular male banter in the background from other dental stations, the latest perp addition to the dental noisescape.
BUT dental visits are a prime perp event, for whatever they get from it, and with big expectations. I say that, as on 09-11-2001, that day of infamy, I had a dental appointment in Everett when I was living in Seattle. (Originally I lived in Everett and got set up with the dentist there that I liked, so I didn't change dentists). The appointment was in the afternoon, and I was of course, transfixed by the terrorist events that day. (My boss phoned me at about 0700h PDT and told me not to come to work- prudent advice as we worked in a 60 story office tower in downtown Seattle.) And so I drove up the nearly empty I-5 that afternoon to my dental appointment. It was most strange as there is usually bumper to bumper traffic in the daytime in either direction. The dental staff were most apologetic as they weren't able to cancel appointments that day, and I said that was perfectly understandable. Anyhow, I forget what the treatment was, but it was legitimate, and my mouth was ajar for at least half an hour. And so I still wonder why that arranged coincidence was put on, and what the perps were expecting from that.
Before that, on February 28, 2001, there was the Nisqually Earthquake in Washington state. I was on the 13th floor of the above mentioned office building, and "happened" to be on the phone (read, asymmetrical EMF signals to one side of the head) to the same dentist's office in Seattle. I could feel the building swaying and some noise and indicated to the dental assistant that there was an earthquake happening and I would call back later. Again, I ponder the significance of that particular calling destination, 30 miles N, as the earthquake had not reached Everett just then.
Anyhow, I digress, and hopefully provided sufficient examples to note that dental appointments are high perp disruption and expectation events.
It is the last Wednesday of the month that a certain specialty foods store has a 20% off sale on nearly everything. I went a few times last year, but it was getting to be such a freak show along with the extra rudeness that I gave up. Or more like, I was forced into "forgetting" anyhow. (And fitting the imposed financial adversities detailed below). Suffice to say, it was a major
gangstalking stakeout at the foods market, starting in the parking lot. A pair of ambulatory E Indians (as in Asian subcontinent) crossed my path ahead of me when arriving (me in vehicle). Who then returned the favor (them in vehicle) when I was crossing the parking lot to enter the store. Another E Indian woman driving a vehicle with a trailer behind it also pulled in behind me. Said trailer had a tractor tire on it for crissakes, and parking this rig at a busy parking lot was a high risk. But no matter, the perps had the closest double parking stall available so she could hound my ass while inside as it "turned out". A woman did the stop-in-front-of me when doing the lead-ahead gangstalk move. She then circled me, as in feigning that she needed to attend to something she just passed. Fortunately my forward progress wasn't obstructed by a second choreographed stalker, and I set out to get the planned items. I proceeded to the hot counter for a cooked chicken and picked one up. Two "excuse me's" to get past the the next planted obstructing aisle stalkers, this particular stunt is a Penticton specialty, the perps inferring that the population is fucking rude or else extra clueless about social egress in shopping locations. (Or maybe they get paid for being weird, and all the better if kept stationary in advance of the victim (me) arriving). The E Indian gangstalking resumed inside, she of the tractor tire trailer towing vehicle.
Then the panic (found to be a remotely manipulated state), to get done and out came on, and with a final stop at the coconut oil section, why, another stalker was crouched there, and lo, if he didn't get up and attempt to get in extra close while I was leaning in to retrieve the item that "happened" to be above him. And lo, if he didn't lead-ahead gangstalk me to the checkout with the shortest line, wearing his foul green shirt. And lo, if a woman in red didn't come in to attempt to get ahead of me, when she clearly came after me, making out that she was unaware of me being 3' away and in line. Then she returned to the checkout line from which she came, and that was longer. The lead-ahead foul green shirted stalker seemed to be an Australian, which was his cover to be extra ignorant of emptying his basket of his contents onto the checkout conveyor. Said basket somehow failed to stop the belt and lo, if my groceries didn't pile into the side of his basket. All good for extra commotion, and him saying that he wasn't paying attention. A young woman came into view from the opposite end of the checkout, facing me in her short black spandex shorts, exactly like what I was wearing. And with my attention diverted by the cashier, the shorts girl slipped away, for whatever transitory reason that she was placed there. All of the above stalking and stunting commotion was subsequent to today's earlier dental visitation, and as far as I know, no other local or world events of tragic import erupted. (Unlike in late 2012, when I went to the dentist in Victoria after flying in from Kelowna tje day before, and that Clackamas Mall shooter erupted, wearing a white hockey mask; another possible (and elaborate) coincidence as I was getting a white bonding agent filling that appointment).
08-28-2014
Two more interesting winery jobs that I am not motivated in applying for; most strange, as the job would be a substantial learning opportunity and I could do with a pay increase or a rent drop or both. More details below.
Vineyard work: the monotonous de-leafing N side almost done, some 3 weeks of work, and the owners did some too.
I am totally wrung out this evening; not good for getting much done. And something is trained on my genitals to make them slightly painful, usually when near the stainless steel kitchen sink, or have re-located within my residence. It would seem the nut-busting/invading tracking beams cannot quite keep up with the rest of the beaming that seems to follow me. Transient frontal head pressure is another symptom/harassment that erupts in the same circumstances of late.
08-29-2014
Friday, and I finished my vineyard N side de-leafing and got the single row of netting strung up. No mean feat when the mere act of completion (of anything) is obstructed by various means; weather, tool malfunction, generalized cognitive slowdown (and being unaware of it while occurring), perceptual reversals, bathroom visitations etc. And the netting is a total pain in the ass as I must do it by myself and cannot put it down as it will pick up every scrap of ground litter going. Except for the weather change, which erupted just as I finished one side of the row, and forced me to change into pants and a (goretex=teflon) raincoat from shorts and a flimsy shirt, the job went OK. (The second net was put down on a red fibeglass canopy while back at the house for the clothes changing). I expected more adversity in getting the netting up, especially for a Friday afternoon, but was pleasantly surprised, an extreme rarity since the perps went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
I got nailed for a near two nap attack this evening, and my usual disclaimer applies; I was not running a sleep deficit or otherwise burning the candle at both ends. Then the assholes hit me with itchy calves afterward; I was looking at my legs and there were no insects or bites and checked the bedding and found nothing. All a set-up, I presume, to forming a strong notion to go to LD after dinner and get calamine lotion. The itching gradually tapered off and somehow, the notion to head out also dissipated. This was combined with a "need" to get chocolate, but that also waned, another rarity.
08-30-2014
A 0700h get-up with no alarm, and a full eight hours sleep. I cannot recall the dreams this morning, but that is a good thing with all the replays of the long past they pummel me with; e.g. the ex showing up in dreams when separated since 2000.
A Saturday, and the one habit that is rarely interupted, laundry at the laundromat. A fat Fuckwit with one of those ubiquitous metal caged hampers/wheeled totes (a common gangstalking prop), was there using my regular two washing machines. I took the two opposite, not noting if they were still on cold water only since three weeks ago. There is plenty of upgrades in progress at this Hwy 97 laundromat; new boxed and palleted washers and dryers, and extra pallets outside. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to pallet-stalk me? Not lately, probably because I am dealing with pallets most days when doing my winemaking duties (Oct thru Jan), as the tanks sit on pallets and are moved (often) with a pallet jack. And now that the owner has a forklift on the premises, a new addtiion since last month when he downsized his Vancouver business, I may be messing with ever more pallets.
A mixed cloud day, with some sporadic spells of direct sunlight. And such was my weather "accompaniment" outside while doing my accounts reconciliation for July and August on my PC inside. It took over for three hours and the perps sandbagged me twice at the extreme rage-ification level; multiple cognitive "failures" (read, remotely applied mental dithering) each over a single day of getting the balance correct. The infernal Quicken doesn't have any provision for ordering the transactions on a single day, and therefore I cannot replicate the version as seen on my online bank statement. Therefore, all the items need to be checked to ensure the amounts are correct, that there is the correct date, and that daily balance reconciles. The perps have begun to mess with the totals and change them between windows (online account and Quicken). Last time they blatantly messed with the totals as they didn't add up when I used a calculator. In this process today, the sunlight would sometimes burst in when a particular realization was attained; e.g. a balance was correct, the date was wrong, the transaction count (for a given day) was correct etc.
And I recognize the perps like to "warm me up", as in inculcate or entrain me with a certain voice, this being Joan Baez of late. About 30 minutes of prior online time (before above account reconciliation) was spent listening to some recent albums I downloaded. And it should be no surprise that she was playing on my Android player when working in the vineyard this past week. Until 2012, I had no Joan Baez CD's, but always wanted to get some of her pre-1970 work. And the perps obliged, and of late, they obliged some more. Back in about 1970 I purchased "Come From the Shadows" by Joan Baez, a terrible LP, and that was the end of buying her records for me. (Though I did see her in concert at UBC circa 1974).That is, until 2012 when I was re-acquainted with her earlier material, and liked her voice. Except for Karen Matheson of Capercaillie and Linda Ronstadt, I don't know of any other vocalists I could listen to with full attention all day long, and very likely, for days on end.
And after messing with me and getting my accounts reconciled, I find that I am down to my last $10 once next week's rent and bills are paid. All my intentions of financial austerity of May amounted to squat; the perps have had recklessness behavior control down pat for decades, and all the more this past 4 months since my disability payments ended (worth $5/hour). I had intended to drop yoga and save $50/month and lo, if "I" (read, mind controlled subject) didn't "forget" (read, remotely manipulated recall function), get a 10 session pass for $140 two weeks ago. And the chocolate "habit", though presently some 2/3 of its monthly cost until 2013 did not abate any either.
So, what is a mind controlled slave to do if being financially crimped from all sides? My savings of $7k got run down to near zero when I paid back my disability "overpayment" in April, and the monthly bills haven't diminished despite my intentions, and my perp abetting mother isn't coming through when she indicated otherwise? And ditto for other members of the First Feral Family who conveniently don't ever inquire about the financial well being of this purported clinical case (me). [Side note; a forced pee before I got rolling on this topic].
The next level down on reducing the accommodation expenses would be to get a roommate situation, though hopefully a larger room and with a private bathroom, as in the latter case, after six months of no toilet/shit hassles, preceded by 10 years of blocked toilets, they reverted back to this particular abuse pattern when in a shared bathroom situation in 2012. And after perusing the roommate ads for the past two months, nothing has come up, save places with children, and I just don't want to go there with that disruption potential. The very barky rottweiler dog at the vineyard is plenty enough.
On the income front, the extra weekend vineyard side jobs dried up in mid July, and the perps have demotivated me from even putting a decent resume together, or even responding to at least six winery jobs in the last month. Frustration in the extreme, and furthermore, no pointers, suggestions or guidance as to their future intent. Which is unusual, as they usually drop hints that pan out to be what was planned all along, though only determinable in hindsight.This time it seems, they want to have me spin in a dysfunctional and anxiety filled blue funk. Thanks a bunch assholes, as they have been putting me through this for over 12 years now.
And still the perps pummel me, some 20x per day or more, on how to spend my money on big ticket items that I once considered, ($6k liposuction), or items that I would like to have, (nice stereo speakers, aftermarket upgrade to the universal disc player I got in 02-2014), or just couldn't quite raise the scratch, (used Volvo 850 wagon, as I was remined last week of how space inefficient sedans are with the trunk separated from the interior and the ridiculous high sill of the trunk. All fitting the acquisition coveting theme they plant as continued, if not relentless, ideations.
08-31-2014
I did some more reports from Quicken, and it really seems I need to do something soon about my cash flow, both in and out. I enquired about a roommate situation and that would of saved me $200/month, but I need to close the gap for at least twice that. All those room and board jobs working on road repair in the summer might have been prudent in hindsight. Screw the winery and vineyard worker theme, go for the cash. As usual (it seems) no reply from the potential roomie contact. And why is it that I am getting new posts on Craigslist that were posted 20 hours ago?
[UPDATE as of 1900h, 08-31-2014, below]
I secured one of the ubiquitous motel rooms in this summertime town for the $550/month over-winter rate this afternoon, and gave in my notice to the landlady, and had a chat too, saying that my income was reduced etc. At about 1800h the landlord comes and says he would offer $600/month as they would like me to stay as I am a good tenant. And no less, starting Sept. 02 (after the Labor Day holiday). A total bonus as it helps out considerably, and no move to make in October and the requisite move-out from the motel in May 2015.
Sooo... I had to rescind the motel booking, and rescind the ISP disconnection I had made as they too require 30 days notice, and here I am back where I started with the residence move-out now cancelled. And what was the purpose of this from the perp perspective, a move-out and then a cancelled move-out with a substantial rent decrease? I don't know, but this kind of thing has happened so often, and particularly in the long past where I had rented a place and major long term plans change, and I had to back out of the deal. Though, this is the first time I came out smelling of roses, getting an immediate 25% rent decrease and free of the moving logistics concerns. Onto the same in getting a raise at work maybe!
No, I did not escape from this tyrannical and mind-invasive scourge, but while at the dentist this morning, the perps parked a Ford Escape on either side of my Toyota Camry. Both were light colors, one silver-grey and the other some kind of light pearl off-white. One was a 2003 model, and the other probably a 2011 model. And what is the significance of this? As it "happens" my perp abetting mother owns a 2001 model and I have driven it plenty often in the past as she is such a driving klutz, and won't drive in the dark.
And to elaborate further on the dentist's visit; it was a filling with a post put in place as the tooth would of been a candidate for a crown if I had insurance coverage. All that time with one's mouth open and two attending female dental staff in very close proximity with vacuums, water supplies, drills etc. as well as making up the plastic bonding and constructing agents.
All those immediate physical activities are prime etheric disruption agents. And plenty of jocular male banter in the background from other dental stations, the latest perp addition to the dental noisescape.
BUT dental visits are a prime perp event, for whatever they get from it, and with big expectations. I say that, as on 09-11-2001, that day of infamy, I had a dental appointment in Everett when I was living in Seattle. (Originally I lived in Everett and got set up with the dentist there that I liked, so I didn't change dentists). The appointment was in the afternoon, and I was of course, transfixed by the terrorist events that day. (My boss phoned me at about 0700h PDT and told me not to come to work- prudent advice as we worked in a 60 story office tower in downtown Seattle.) And so I drove up the nearly empty I-5 that afternoon to my dental appointment. It was most strange as there is usually bumper to bumper traffic in the daytime in either direction. The dental staff were most apologetic as they weren't able to cancel appointments that day, and I said that was perfectly understandable. Anyhow, I forget what the treatment was, but it was legitimate, and my mouth was ajar for at least half an hour. And so I still wonder why that arranged coincidence was put on, and what the perps were expecting from that.
Before that, on February 28, 2001, there was the Nisqually Earthquake in Washington state. I was on the 13th floor of the above mentioned office building, and "happened" to be on the phone (read, asymmetrical EMF signals to one side of the head) to the same dentist's office in Seattle. I could feel the building swaying and some noise and indicated to the dental assistant that there was an earthquake happening and I would call back later. Again, I ponder the significance of that particular calling destination, 30 miles N, as the earthquake had not reached Everett just then.
Anyhow, I digress, and hopefully provided sufficient examples to note that dental appointments are high perp disruption and expectation events.
It is the last Wednesday of the month that a certain specialty foods store has a 20% off sale on nearly everything. I went a few times last year, but it was getting to be such a freak show along with the extra rudeness that I gave up. Or more like, I was forced into "forgetting" anyhow. (And fitting the imposed financial adversities detailed below). Suffice to say, it was a major
gangstalking stakeout at the foods market, starting in the parking lot. A pair of ambulatory E Indians (as in Asian subcontinent) crossed my path ahead of me when arriving (me in vehicle). Who then returned the favor (them in vehicle) when I was crossing the parking lot to enter the store. Another E Indian woman driving a vehicle with a trailer behind it also pulled in behind me. Said trailer had a tractor tire on it for crissakes, and parking this rig at a busy parking lot was a high risk. But no matter, the perps had the closest double parking stall available so she could hound my ass while inside as it "turned out". A woman did the stop-in-front-of me when doing the lead-ahead gangstalk move. She then circled me, as in feigning that she needed to attend to something she just passed. Fortunately my forward progress wasn't obstructed by a second choreographed stalker, and I set out to get the planned items. I proceeded to the hot counter for a cooked chicken and picked one up. Two "excuse me's" to get past the the next planted obstructing aisle stalkers, this particular stunt is a Penticton specialty, the perps inferring that the population is fucking rude or else extra clueless about social egress in shopping locations. (Or maybe they get paid for being weird, and all the better if kept stationary in advance of the victim (me) arriving). The E Indian gangstalking resumed inside, she of the tractor tire trailer towing vehicle.
Then the panic (found to be a remotely manipulated state), to get done and out came on, and with a final stop at the coconut oil section, why, another stalker was crouched there, and lo, if he didn't get up and attempt to get in extra close while I was leaning in to retrieve the item that "happened" to be above him. And lo, if he didn't lead-ahead gangstalk me to the checkout with the shortest line, wearing his foul green shirt. And lo, if a woman in red didn't come in to attempt to get ahead of me, when she clearly came after me, making out that she was unaware of me being 3' away and in line. Then she returned to the checkout line from which she came, and that was longer. The lead-ahead foul green shirted stalker seemed to be an Australian, which was his cover to be extra ignorant of emptying his basket of his contents onto the checkout conveyor. Said basket somehow failed to stop the belt and lo, if my groceries didn't pile into the side of his basket. All good for extra commotion, and him saying that he wasn't paying attention. A young woman came into view from the opposite end of the checkout, facing me in her short black spandex shorts, exactly like what I was wearing. And with my attention diverted by the cashier, the shorts girl slipped away, for whatever transitory reason that she was placed there. All of the above stalking and stunting commotion was subsequent to today's earlier dental visitation, and as far as I know, no other local or world events of tragic import erupted. (Unlike in late 2012, when I went to the dentist in Victoria after flying in from Kelowna tje day before, and that Clackamas Mall shooter erupted, wearing a white hockey mask; another possible (and elaborate) coincidence as I was getting a white bonding agent filling that appointment).
08-28-2014
Two more interesting winery jobs that I am not motivated in applying for; most strange, as the job would be a substantial learning opportunity and I could do with a pay increase or a rent drop or both. More details below.
Vineyard work: the monotonous de-leafing N side almost done, some 3 weeks of work, and the owners did some too.
I am totally wrung out this evening; not good for getting much done. And something is trained on my genitals to make them slightly painful, usually when near the stainless steel kitchen sink, or have re-located within my residence. It would seem the nut-busting/invading tracking beams cannot quite keep up with the rest of the beaming that seems to follow me. Transient frontal head pressure is another symptom/harassment that erupts in the same circumstances of late.
08-29-2014
Friday, and I finished my vineyard N side de-leafing and got the single row of netting strung up. No mean feat when the mere act of completion (of anything) is obstructed by various means; weather, tool malfunction, generalized cognitive slowdown (and being unaware of it while occurring), perceptual reversals, bathroom visitations etc. And the netting is a total pain in the ass as I must do it by myself and cannot put it down as it will pick up every scrap of ground litter going. Except for the weather change, which erupted just as I finished one side of the row, and forced me to change into pants and a (goretex=teflon) raincoat from shorts and a flimsy shirt, the job went OK. (The second net was put down on a red fibeglass canopy while back at the house for the clothes changing). I expected more adversity in getting the netting up, especially for a Friday afternoon, but was pleasantly surprised, an extreme rarity since the perps went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
I got nailed for a near two nap attack this evening, and my usual disclaimer applies; I was not running a sleep deficit or otherwise burning the candle at both ends. Then the assholes hit me with itchy calves afterward; I was looking at my legs and there were no insects or bites and checked the bedding and found nothing. All a set-up, I presume, to forming a strong notion to go to LD after dinner and get calamine lotion. The itching gradually tapered off and somehow, the notion to head out also dissipated. This was combined with a "need" to get chocolate, but that also waned, another rarity.
08-30-2014
A 0700h get-up with no alarm, and a full eight hours sleep. I cannot recall the dreams this morning, but that is a good thing with all the replays of the long past they pummel me with; e.g. the ex showing up in dreams when separated since 2000.
A Saturday, and the one habit that is rarely interupted, laundry at the laundromat. A fat Fuckwit with one of those ubiquitous metal caged hampers/wheeled totes (a common gangstalking prop), was there using my regular two washing machines. I took the two opposite, not noting if they were still on cold water only since three weeks ago. There is plenty of upgrades in progress at this Hwy 97 laundromat; new boxed and palleted washers and dryers, and extra pallets outside. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to pallet-stalk me? Not lately, probably because I am dealing with pallets most days when doing my winemaking duties (Oct thru Jan), as the tanks sit on pallets and are moved (often) with a pallet jack. And now that the owner has a forklift on the premises, a new addtiion since last month when he downsized his Vancouver business, I may be messing with ever more pallets.
A mixed cloud day, with some sporadic spells of direct sunlight. And such was my weather "accompaniment" outside while doing my accounts reconciliation for July and August on my PC inside. It took over for three hours and the perps sandbagged me twice at the extreme rage-ification level; multiple cognitive "failures" (read, remotely applied mental dithering) each over a single day of getting the balance correct. The infernal Quicken doesn't have any provision for ordering the transactions on a single day, and therefore I cannot replicate the version as seen on my online bank statement. Therefore, all the items need to be checked to ensure the amounts are correct, that there is the correct date, and that daily balance reconciles. The perps have begun to mess with the totals and change them between windows (online account and Quicken). Last time they blatantly messed with the totals as they didn't add up when I used a calculator. In this process today, the sunlight would sometimes burst in when a particular realization was attained; e.g. a balance was correct, the date was wrong, the transaction count (for a given day) was correct etc.
And I recognize the perps like to "warm me up", as in inculcate or entrain me with a certain voice, this being Joan Baez of late. About 30 minutes of prior online time (before above account reconciliation) was spent listening to some recent albums I downloaded. And it should be no surprise that she was playing on my Android player when working in the vineyard this past week. Until 2012, I had no Joan Baez CD's, but always wanted to get some of her pre-1970 work. And the perps obliged, and of late, they obliged some more. Back in about 1970 I purchased "Come From the Shadows" by Joan Baez, a terrible LP, and that was the end of buying her records for me. (Though I did see her in concert at UBC circa 1974).That is, until 2012 when I was re-acquainted with her earlier material, and liked her voice. Except for Karen Matheson of Capercaillie and Linda Ronstadt, I don't know of any other vocalists I could listen to with full attention all day long, and very likely, for days on end.
And after messing with me and getting my accounts reconciled, I find that I am down to my last $10 once next week's rent and bills are paid. All my intentions of financial austerity of May amounted to squat; the perps have had recklessness behavior control down pat for decades, and all the more this past 4 months since my disability payments ended (worth $5/hour). I had intended to drop yoga and save $50/month and lo, if "I" (read, mind controlled subject) didn't "forget" (read, remotely manipulated recall function), get a 10 session pass for $140 two weeks ago. And the chocolate "habit", though presently some 2/3 of its monthly cost until 2013 did not abate any either.
So, what is a mind controlled slave to do if being financially crimped from all sides? My savings of $7k got run down to near zero when I paid back my disability "overpayment" in April, and the monthly bills haven't diminished despite my intentions, and my perp abetting mother isn't coming through when she indicated otherwise? And ditto for other members of the First Feral Family who conveniently don't ever inquire about the financial well being of this purported clinical case (me). [Side note; a forced pee before I got rolling on this topic].
The next level down on reducing the accommodation expenses would be to get a roommate situation, though hopefully a larger room and with a private bathroom, as in the latter case, after six months of no toilet/shit hassles, preceded by 10 years of blocked toilets, they reverted back to this particular abuse pattern when in a shared bathroom situation in 2012. And after perusing the roommate ads for the past two months, nothing has come up, save places with children, and I just don't want to go there with that disruption potential. The very barky rottweiler dog at the vineyard is plenty enough.
On the income front, the extra weekend vineyard side jobs dried up in mid July, and the perps have demotivated me from even putting a decent resume together, or even responding to at least six winery jobs in the last month. Frustration in the extreme, and furthermore, no pointers, suggestions or guidance as to their future intent. Which is unusual, as they usually drop hints that pan out to be what was planned all along, though only determinable in hindsight.This time it seems, they want to have me spin in a dysfunctional and anxiety filled blue funk. Thanks a bunch assholes, as they have been putting me through this for over 12 years now.
And still the perps pummel me, some 20x per day or more, on how to spend my money on big ticket items that I once considered, ($6k liposuction), or items that I would like to have, (nice stereo speakers, aftermarket upgrade to the universal disc player I got in 02-2014), or just couldn't quite raise the scratch, (used Volvo 850 wagon, as I was remined last week of how space inefficient sedans are with the trunk separated from the interior and the ridiculous high sill of the trunk. All fitting the acquisition coveting theme they plant as continued, if not relentless, ideations.
08-31-2014
I did some more reports from Quicken, and it really seems I need to do something soon about my cash flow, both in and out. I enquired about a roommate situation and that would of saved me $200/month, but I need to close the gap for at least twice that. All those room and board jobs working on road repair in the summer might have been prudent in hindsight. Screw the winery and vineyard worker theme, go for the cash. As usual (it seems) no reply from the potential roomie contact. And why is it that I am getting new posts on Craigslist that were posted 20 hours ago?
[UPDATE as of 1900h, 08-31-2014, below]
I secured one of the ubiquitous motel rooms in this summertime town for the $550/month over-winter rate this afternoon, and gave in my notice to the landlady, and had a chat too, saying that my income was reduced etc. At about 1800h the landlord comes and says he would offer $600/month as they would like me to stay as I am a good tenant. And no less, starting Sept. 02 (after the Labor Day holiday). A total bonus as it helps out considerably, and no move to make in October and the requisite move-out from the motel in May 2015.
Sooo... I had to rescind the motel booking, and rescind the ISP disconnection I had made as they too require 30 days notice, and here I am back where I started with the residence move-out now cancelled. And what was the purpose of this from the perp perspective, a move-out and then a cancelled move-out with a substantial rent decrease? I don't know, but this kind of thing has happened so often, and particularly in the long past where I had rented a place and major long term plans change, and I had to back out of the deal. Though, this is the first time I came out smelling of roses, getting an immediate 25% rent decrease and free of the moving logistics concerns. Onto the same in getting a raise at work maybe!
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Re Wine Sample in Vehicle Equates to Red Vehicle Gangstalking
06-16-2014
My temporary vineyard helper ditched the red shorts today, and put on black slacks. Not that they were any help in the all day rain, but at least they didn't look ridiculous as his red sloppy shorts that went down almost to his gumboots.
I showed him the garage cum winery, and even drew a red wine sample from the tank and had him taste it. He seemed to be appreciative of its flavors and offered some relevant, if not insightful observations. Not bad for a 19 year old male. Then to do vine thinning and tucking, he on one side, me on the other.
I took the red wine sample to the lab at the end of the day, and quickly became surrounded by gangstalking vehicles all around me and large oncoming pods/formations of vehicles going the same speed. At the corner of Hwy 97 and Ekhart, where two lanes of traffic turn L when N bound, why, there were four red vehicles around me and another two nearby. All deep burgundy metallic red, with some variations, but no scarlet reds or other major hue differences. There were some white vehicles and silver-grey ones too, all to accompany me in making a L turn. I suppose the red wine sample was for perp color calibration purposes and I suppose having a 50ml that was left over at lunch time was another added bonus for the perps.
All this relentless and abusive insanity because the perps don't have the gumption to declare themselves and their purposes. Kind of like how aliens do business too.
Yoga tonight, always a subtle swarm. No other dude with his absurd wheezing and gasping. Though a new girl took my usual location ahead of me (I got delayed in arriving "forgot" my mat), and I was parked by myself near the E wall. Sometimes they do this, when all the class members cluster elsehwhere as if I am radioactive (or something like it). Other times, they rotate the Unfavored featured ones nearby, the tattoo acts, strange shaped butts, and the like. A new woman was artfully blocking my reflection in the W wall mirror, the only one I can readily see. She was in short shorts, with plenty of leg to see. When I entered the room she was in place and doing some warm up routines, and got my immediate attention with her L breast draped outside of her L leg. Not too big, not too small, but in reality I don't really care about female breast size, though the perps make it a much bigger deal than I want them to be. Call her Short Shorts for now, though that may change, read on.
06-17-2014
The vineyard owner chose expedience to get the shoots tucked in the wires for the second round. We were thinning them first, and then tucking but that was 3 or 4 rows per day, and being a numbers guy, he didn't appreciate the slower progress. Even if our thinning was affirmed by two outside viticulture personnel last year. (And the owner was away sick for three weeks). So now, it is just tuck the vines, no matter if cramming them in. Having airflow is for vines on a trellis is vital to prevent powdery mildew, which erupted two years ago. And it takes three years to get rid of it. As I said, expedience before prudence, ergo, another perp theme; lets have more things go wrong.
06-18-2014
On the financial transaction protraction front, I transferred some $2k to my daughter to deal with a hit from the recent overpayment benefits disaster that has nailed me beyond my means to pay back. I thought I would send her the money to keep her out of this debacle, as its trajectory is still unknown. And so I got screwed around with incorrectly entering her email address, and the undeliverable return message failed to inform me. Not until she gave me an alternative work email did I find that out. A lost day, and so she waited for my email the next day, and it didn't come, and got sick in the afternoon and only then did she broach the notion via a text message that maybe my first-time email got trapped in her junk mail folder. Some more text messages back and forth, and now 06-20-2014, no word as to if she received the transfer or if she felt better enough to go to work. Like WTF; can we have enough delays and protraction with two days of text messaging then a sudden cessation of the latter to leave me FUD-ed out? (As in a Fear Uncertainty Doubt invocation).
06-19-2014
An extra three hours of work at a vineyard across the lake, the same one as last week. And next door to the propane cannon that goes off every 4 minutes or so, never timed to be consistent intervals. Ostensibly it is for warding off birds from feasting on agricultural crops, cherries being nearly ripe. BUT, the cannon sounds have an unerring knack for being timed to my thoughts just like nearly all other regular noises, e.g HD motorcycles, hot rods, ill maintained vehicle mufflers, overhead aircraft, dog barkings, etc. And so it is with this fusillade of booms and pops; should I shift my attention to something else -boom, challenge the absurd level of planted thoughts over the latest new babe at yoga (three days ago, and I hardly saw her from across the room and really didn't pay attention to her much, save her short shorts).
And on the planted ideations front, above mentioned new yoga class member Short Shorts has been talked up yesterday (Wednesday) and today (Thursday) big time, and as I mentioned, I didn't have any reason whatsoever to consider her as any kind of romantic material. And if I was so taken with her visage, then why wasn't I dizzy about it the next day after the yoga class, Tuesday? It doesn't add up except to indicate remote influencing in real time. Besides, I don't consider myself to be any bit attracted to someone who is likely a shill or planted operative. I say this because it has been abundantly clear over the past 12 years that my existence (not a life), is regulated and abused with constantly and relentlessly, and no one gets near me unless they have clearance from the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich, down to all possible minutiae of this orchestrated 24/7 nightmare, such as even a glance. I am kept in a deep labyrinth ridden rabbit hole, and don't have a clue how to get out. Why would anyone be attracted to that, assuming they have the free will to consider such in the first place?
06-20-2014
A strange night indeed; I was awakened around 0200h with leg cramps, a first, save from my swimming days of 1986-99. I got up and had some coconut water and added sea salt and went back to sleep. In another half hour, more cramps. I drank some more coconut water and the cramps ended. It was a strange precursor logic though; "somehow" (read planted notion while asleep) that I figured I could end the cramps by moving around, but I couldn't. After I turned the lights out, there was this incredible display of lights in my room; the Thousand Points of Lights thing again, and too, keeping the incandescent bulbs of the ceiling fixture glowing even when off for at least 30 seconds. Then some black 6"x 1/4" black flecks were arranged all around the room in a semi-random effect, blacker than anything else in the unlit room. I closed my eyes, and the TPL lights came back, so I put my arms over my head and that slowed them down for a half minute or so. Just the usual unusual light invasion games.
So it would seem that some asshole needed to test me with coconut water in me, and sea salt, in the middle of the night for some reason. Not when I usually imbibe beverages.
After the above disruption I was given this dream where I was in dialog with the Queen of England and the Canadian former prime minister, Brian Mulroney. Like WTF; I never dream about political figures and now this. Then they wakened me before the alarm, I shut it off, and then they sacked me for another 15 minutes of sleep. Go figure.
At work, vine tucking and plenty of helicopter action today for some reason, bringing out at least four different models to fly over. There is a helicopter flight school at Penticton airport, but only the EC-135 models belong to them.
At the vineyard there was the dueling dog barking for much of the morning; the son-in-law dropped off their yappy/yelping/squealing dashound mix, and the Rotweiler joined in with its big dog bark. Both dogs specialize in pointless barking, and excessively at that, as they rarely investigate the source of a noise, but bark in place instead. I have had four different dogs (of two breeds), and never did any of them stay in place if they detected a noise/unusual event. They all went toward the source to figure it out; if OK, then the barking stopped. Not these two, and so they barked in unison, then as a tag team, one on bass and the other in its screeching yelping. And too, a propane noise cannon is going off in the next property, and that had an unerring knack of going off with the barking dogs, as well as going off while following my thoughts or actions. One example, was a few drops of rain to hit my hat, the first of the day, and I thought "you assholes" (as it would of been caused by the perps), and boom, the propane cannon went off.
06-21-2014
I got up too late to get in and out of the Go Fresh laundromat without a freak show and gangstalkers going out of their way to pass in front of my washing machine 30 seconds or so before I got there. What I didn't expect was the human odor pong that came on when I entered, and stayed there even when the scum-inal nominative cause departed. Said scum-inal made sure to perform excessive flicking of his just laundered pants a little while later. Not too different from the proximate plastic bag flicking I get at most checkouts. And the same as a proximate gangstalker, a male "ball cap", the ubiquitous head gear of the stalking-class, who just had to flick his black plastic garbage bags opposite me at the table when I was folding my just-dry towels. Other freaks were a party of three, one female with a do-rag and sunglasses in a black overcoat to her knees, with girl in blue and green colored hair, (though with a tasteful color transition), and a blonde with gorgeous hair, but too bad about the pock marked face.
Another male act that just had to go out of his way to sweep immediately in front of my laundry in the active washing machine, foregoing the double wide aisle down the middle of the laundromat. Then there was the faux muscle dude who also came to do a "bend over" to look at his active washing machine next to mine, then proceed outside again, but looking back at me twice when I stole glances to check on his outbound status, all to find him leaning on a table and staring at me for absolutely no reason. Then he proceeded outside to sit in his vehicle. And have we not seen this absurdity before, when someone comes to stand and look at their laundry going around and splashing through the front glass window for no seeming reason? Why, it was a negro mofo some six months or more ago. The washroom stank big time when a forced piss came on to facilitate the faux muscle dude's gangstalking arrival in my absence. A skiff of soil was added to the walkway outside, and later arrivals an dithering Fuckwits at their open vehicle doors forced me to walk close by. Add in two dogs from above two parties sitting in vehicles outside, and one would know it was Another GS Day at the Laundromat.
I am three weeks late on getting my May month end finances entered in Quicken, and lo, if the session didn't time out, and when logged back in, why, the month of May does not show up in the pick list (e.g. last 10 days, last 30 days, June, May etc.). That is, the first one shows up on the list, and the latter ones show only as non-selectable blank lines in the pick list. Not forgetting that I wanted to get this done three weeks ago, and all these reciepts kept piling up to my greatest annoyance. And finally on this sunny hot Saturday, why, the banking application pick list suddenly fails. It wouldn't be the first time though, about a month ago, I had to phone in to request that the CRA (income tax folks) could not be added to my Payees list because there was no "Next" button to conclude the addition. When I mentioned this to the person on the phone, they didn't seem too motivated to get to the bottom of someone entering their banking system and messing with
their online application.
Another logout and then login "solved" the above TD Bank account pick list problem. Then another two hours of entry and then reconciliation between the two (online TD and Quicken). Will we ever get to a day when one's accounts are hosted by the bank and so we will have a single financial picture? I doubt it. It is more fun for the perps to have me screamingly infuriated over balances that don't add up (while listening to my favorite CD playing in my headphones), line items that appear on the second visitation to the page but weren't there the first time, totals that change between pages and to have deposits that show up and then disappear -making it out to be an administrative oversight etc. The above mentioned (06-18-2014) amount that was transferred from one account to another and then to my daughter, then recovered, then paid out again the next day was severely mind-fucked so it took at least 20 minutes to figure that out alone, all the while infuriated over some kind of fuckery between Quicken (local) and the online bank app. Funny how that "happens".
In all of the above, I discover $100 cash gone missing from my new wallet, and it would not be the first time this year. If, as it seems, that the perps steal food, lotions, and other common household consumables (in situ) from my place, then it makes perfect sense to me that they would steal money from my new wallet,- just another experimental item that needs to change according to their color games agenda they so often play. Curiously, the wallet that was stolen two weeks ago, and then re-appeared in my vehicle four days later at a location I looked at, re-arrived with all the cash that was in it. By then, the new wallet that I had purchased some six years ago and never used, replaced the old one. The cash disappeared from the new wallet, as I suppose because they needed color/energetic data on it, versus the old wallet that had at least 20+ cash disappearances over the years I had it.
06-22-2014
Another (second) part time vineyard work gig today; but wholly different from the prior part time and full time jobs. This lady is a trained viticulturalist from France, not older than 30 y.o. and has 20 years experience as she grew up on a vineyard where her father was a manager. Quite the revelation as to how to do the job properly to say the least.
On the perp's diet front; no brown tortillas to eat the quesadillas in, but instead, the contents (chopped chicken, tapenade, nori seaweed and some sauce) are made into a gumbo and I put it into a sealable pan I take to work for lunch. Then for breakfast they choked down the supply of yellow corn tortillas, so I had gluten free white ones with my coconut spread for the past two weeks.
On the supplement front, I am on an iodine kick, a seeming subject of huge interest to the perps, not forgetting that most of the world got an extra radioactive dose when the Fukushima reactor in Japan belched some out under its supposed "damage control" (read, controlled lies upon lies) when the tsunami filled the installation with seawater in 2011. Well done, as a perp stunt, and to ponder all the world's thyroid problems in aggregate and the supposition that just maybe they are all about nonconsensual human iodine testing too. (Though, the thyroid is not the only organ needing this apparently little understood molecule in various forms and complexes).
Anyhow, I am too tired to take on another round of observational cynicism, and so I shall post this one for the week just done.
My temporary vineyard helper ditched the red shorts today, and put on black slacks. Not that they were any help in the all day rain, but at least they didn't look ridiculous as his red sloppy shorts that went down almost to his gumboots.
I showed him the garage cum winery, and even drew a red wine sample from the tank and had him taste it. He seemed to be appreciative of its flavors and offered some relevant, if not insightful observations. Not bad for a 19 year old male. Then to do vine thinning and tucking, he on one side, me on the other.
I took the red wine sample to the lab at the end of the day, and quickly became surrounded by gangstalking vehicles all around me and large oncoming pods/formations of vehicles going the same speed. At the corner of Hwy 97 and Ekhart, where two lanes of traffic turn L when N bound, why, there were four red vehicles around me and another two nearby. All deep burgundy metallic red, with some variations, but no scarlet reds or other major hue differences. There were some white vehicles and silver-grey ones too, all to accompany me in making a L turn. I suppose the red wine sample was for perp color calibration purposes and I suppose having a 50ml that was left over at lunch time was another added bonus for the perps.
All this relentless and abusive insanity because the perps don't have the gumption to declare themselves and their purposes. Kind of like how aliens do business too.
Yoga tonight, always a subtle swarm. No other dude with his absurd wheezing and gasping. Though a new girl took my usual location ahead of me (I got delayed in arriving "forgot" my mat), and I was parked by myself near the E wall. Sometimes they do this, when all the class members cluster elsehwhere as if I am radioactive (or something like it). Other times, they rotate the Unfavored featured ones nearby, the tattoo acts, strange shaped butts, and the like. A new woman was artfully blocking my reflection in the W wall mirror, the only one I can readily see. She was in short shorts, with plenty of leg to see. When I entered the room she was in place and doing some warm up routines, and got my immediate attention with her L breast draped outside of her L leg. Not too big, not too small, but in reality I don't really care about female breast size, though the perps make it a much bigger deal than I want them to be. Call her Short Shorts for now, though that may change, read on.
06-17-2014
The vineyard owner chose expedience to get the shoots tucked in the wires for the second round. We were thinning them first, and then tucking but that was 3 or 4 rows per day, and being a numbers guy, he didn't appreciate the slower progress. Even if our thinning was affirmed by two outside viticulture personnel last year. (And the owner was away sick for three weeks). So now, it is just tuck the vines, no matter if cramming them in. Having airflow is for vines on a trellis is vital to prevent powdery mildew, which erupted two years ago. And it takes three years to get rid of it. As I said, expedience before prudence, ergo, another perp theme; lets have more things go wrong.
06-18-2014
On the financial transaction protraction front, I transferred some $2k to my daughter to deal with a hit from the recent overpayment benefits disaster that has nailed me beyond my means to pay back. I thought I would send her the money to keep her out of this debacle, as its trajectory is still unknown. And so I got screwed around with incorrectly entering her email address, and the undeliverable return message failed to inform me. Not until she gave me an alternative work email did I find that out. A lost day, and so she waited for my email the next day, and it didn't come, and got sick in the afternoon and only then did she broach the notion via a text message that maybe my first-time email got trapped in her junk mail folder. Some more text messages back and forth, and now 06-20-2014, no word as to if she received the transfer or if she felt better enough to go to work. Like WTF; can we have enough delays and protraction with two days of text messaging then a sudden cessation of the latter to leave me FUD-ed out? (As in a Fear Uncertainty Doubt invocation).
06-19-2014
An extra three hours of work at a vineyard across the lake, the same one as last week. And next door to the propane cannon that goes off every 4 minutes or so, never timed to be consistent intervals. Ostensibly it is for warding off birds from feasting on agricultural crops, cherries being nearly ripe. BUT, the cannon sounds have an unerring knack for being timed to my thoughts just like nearly all other regular noises, e.g HD motorcycles, hot rods, ill maintained vehicle mufflers, overhead aircraft, dog barkings, etc. And so it is with this fusillade of booms and pops; should I shift my attention to something else -boom, challenge the absurd level of planted thoughts over the latest new babe at yoga (three days ago, and I hardly saw her from across the room and really didn't pay attention to her much, save her short shorts).
And on the planted ideations front, above mentioned new yoga class member Short Shorts has been talked up yesterday (Wednesday) and today (Thursday) big time, and as I mentioned, I didn't have any reason whatsoever to consider her as any kind of romantic material. And if I was so taken with her visage, then why wasn't I dizzy about it the next day after the yoga class, Tuesday? It doesn't add up except to indicate remote influencing in real time. Besides, I don't consider myself to be any bit attracted to someone who is likely a shill or planted operative. I say this because it has been abundantly clear over the past 12 years that my existence (not a life), is regulated and abused with constantly and relentlessly, and no one gets near me unless they have clearance from the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich, down to all possible minutiae of this orchestrated 24/7 nightmare, such as even a glance. I am kept in a deep labyrinth ridden rabbit hole, and don't have a clue how to get out. Why would anyone be attracted to that, assuming they have the free will to consider such in the first place?
06-20-2014
A strange night indeed; I was awakened around 0200h with leg cramps, a first, save from my swimming days of 1986-99. I got up and had some coconut water and added sea salt and went back to sleep. In another half hour, more cramps. I drank some more coconut water and the cramps ended. It was a strange precursor logic though; "somehow" (read planted notion while asleep) that I figured I could end the cramps by moving around, but I couldn't. After I turned the lights out, there was this incredible display of lights in my room; the Thousand Points of Lights thing again, and too, keeping the incandescent bulbs of the ceiling fixture glowing even when off for at least 30 seconds. Then some black 6"x 1/4" black flecks were arranged all around the room in a semi-random effect, blacker than anything else in the unlit room. I closed my eyes, and the TPL lights came back, so I put my arms over my head and that slowed them down for a half minute or so. Just the usual unusual light invasion games.
So it would seem that some asshole needed to test me with coconut water in me, and sea salt, in the middle of the night for some reason. Not when I usually imbibe beverages.
After the above disruption I was given this dream where I was in dialog with the Queen of England and the Canadian former prime minister, Brian Mulroney. Like WTF; I never dream about political figures and now this. Then they wakened me before the alarm, I shut it off, and then they sacked me for another 15 minutes of sleep. Go figure.
At work, vine tucking and plenty of helicopter action today for some reason, bringing out at least four different models to fly over. There is a helicopter flight school at Penticton airport, but only the EC-135 models belong to them.
At the vineyard there was the dueling dog barking for much of the morning; the son-in-law dropped off their yappy/yelping/squealing dashound mix, and the Rotweiler joined in with its big dog bark. Both dogs specialize in pointless barking, and excessively at that, as they rarely investigate the source of a noise, but bark in place instead. I have had four different dogs (of two breeds), and never did any of them stay in place if they detected a noise/unusual event. They all went toward the source to figure it out; if OK, then the barking stopped. Not these two, and so they barked in unison, then as a tag team, one on bass and the other in its screeching yelping. And too, a propane noise cannon is going off in the next property, and that had an unerring knack of going off with the barking dogs, as well as going off while following my thoughts or actions. One example, was a few drops of rain to hit my hat, the first of the day, and I thought "you assholes" (as it would of been caused by the perps), and boom, the propane cannon went off.
06-21-2014
I got up too late to get in and out of the Go Fresh laundromat without a freak show and gangstalkers going out of their way to pass in front of my washing machine 30 seconds or so before I got there. What I didn't expect was the human odor pong that came on when I entered, and stayed there even when the scum-inal nominative cause departed. Said scum-inal made sure to perform excessive flicking of his just laundered pants a little while later. Not too different from the proximate plastic bag flicking I get at most checkouts. And the same as a proximate gangstalker, a male "ball cap", the ubiquitous head gear of the stalking-class, who just had to flick his black plastic garbage bags opposite me at the table when I was folding my just-dry towels. Other freaks were a party of three, one female with a do-rag and sunglasses in a black overcoat to her knees, with girl in blue and green colored hair, (though with a tasteful color transition), and a blonde with gorgeous hair, but too bad about the pock marked face.
Another male act that just had to go out of his way to sweep immediately in front of my laundry in the active washing machine, foregoing the double wide aisle down the middle of the laundromat. Then there was the faux muscle dude who also came to do a "bend over" to look at his active washing machine next to mine, then proceed outside again, but looking back at me twice when I stole glances to check on his outbound status, all to find him leaning on a table and staring at me for absolutely no reason. Then he proceeded outside to sit in his vehicle. And have we not seen this absurdity before, when someone comes to stand and look at their laundry going around and splashing through the front glass window for no seeming reason? Why, it was a negro mofo some six months or more ago. The washroom stank big time when a forced piss came on to facilitate the faux muscle dude's gangstalking arrival in my absence. A skiff of soil was added to the walkway outside, and later arrivals an dithering Fuckwits at their open vehicle doors forced me to walk close by. Add in two dogs from above two parties sitting in vehicles outside, and one would know it was Another GS Day at the Laundromat.
I am three weeks late on getting my May month end finances entered in Quicken, and lo, if the session didn't time out, and when logged back in, why, the month of May does not show up in the pick list (e.g. last 10 days, last 30 days, June, May etc.). That is, the first one shows up on the list, and the latter ones show only as non-selectable blank lines in the pick list. Not forgetting that I wanted to get this done three weeks ago, and all these reciepts kept piling up to my greatest annoyance. And finally on this sunny hot Saturday, why, the banking application pick list suddenly fails. It wouldn't be the first time though, about a month ago, I had to phone in to request that the CRA (income tax folks) could not be added to my Payees list because there was no "Next" button to conclude the addition. When I mentioned this to the person on the phone, they didn't seem too motivated to get to the bottom of someone entering their banking system and messing with
their online application.
Another logout and then login "solved" the above TD Bank account pick list problem. Then another two hours of entry and then reconciliation between the two (online TD and Quicken). Will we ever get to a day when one's accounts are hosted by the bank and so we will have a single financial picture? I doubt it. It is more fun for the perps to have me screamingly infuriated over balances that don't add up (while listening to my favorite CD playing in my headphones), line items that appear on the second visitation to the page but weren't there the first time, totals that change between pages and to have deposits that show up and then disappear -making it out to be an administrative oversight etc. The above mentioned (06-18-2014) amount that was transferred from one account to another and then to my daughter, then recovered, then paid out again the next day was severely mind-fucked so it took at least 20 minutes to figure that out alone, all the while infuriated over some kind of fuckery between Quicken (local) and the online bank app. Funny how that "happens".
In all of the above, I discover $100 cash gone missing from my new wallet, and it would not be the first time this year. If, as it seems, that the perps steal food, lotions, and other common household consumables (in situ) from my place, then it makes perfect sense to me that they would steal money from my new wallet,- just another experimental item that needs to change according to their color games agenda they so often play. Curiously, the wallet that was stolen two weeks ago, and then re-appeared in my vehicle four days later at a location I looked at, re-arrived with all the cash that was in it. By then, the new wallet that I had purchased some six years ago and never used, replaced the old one. The cash disappeared from the new wallet, as I suppose because they needed color/energetic data on it, versus the old wallet that had at least 20+ cash disappearances over the years I had it.
06-22-2014
Another (second) part time vineyard work gig today; but wholly different from the prior part time and full time jobs. This lady is a trained viticulturalist from France, not older than 30 y.o. and has 20 years experience as she grew up on a vineyard where her father was a manager. Quite the revelation as to how to do the job properly to say the least.
On the perp's diet front; no brown tortillas to eat the quesadillas in, but instead, the contents (chopped chicken, tapenade, nori seaweed and some sauce) are made into a gumbo and I put it into a sealable pan I take to work for lunch. Then for breakfast they choked down the supply of yellow corn tortillas, so I had gluten free white ones with my coconut spread for the past two weeks.
On the supplement front, I am on an iodine kick, a seeming subject of huge interest to the perps, not forgetting that most of the world got an extra radioactive dose when the Fukushima reactor in Japan belched some out under its supposed "damage control" (read, controlled lies upon lies) when the tsunami filled the installation with seawater in 2011. Well done, as a perp stunt, and to ponder all the world's thyroid problems in aggregate and the supposition that just maybe they are all about nonconsensual human iodine testing too. (Though, the thyroid is not the only organ needing this apparently little understood molecule in various forms and complexes).
Anyhow, I am too tired to take on another round of observational cynicism, and so I shall post this one for the week just done.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Government Vehicles in the Yoga Parking Lot
07-15-2013
I have seen Penticton Municipal (city) vehicles park at the yoga studio location parking lot, and the presumed employee gets out and starts walking down the road, not bothering with yoga in the least. This is on Monday evenings at 1715h. Strange enough. But a US Government licenced vehicle doing much the same, (though no driver apparent), parked in the lot and next to me for the 1.25 hours of the yoga class. Penticton is NOT a border town, and I cannot conceive why such a vehicle would be parked outside the yoga studio, except for nefarious gangstalk and harassment purposes. [Re-evaluation; a conference center is a half block away, but it still no reason to park their truck at the yoga center].
And for the first time in six months, they deigned to put another male in the yoga class, usually 10 to 15 of us. I don't know why this poor sod got the assignment, but he should take a beginner class first. Totally out of his league, and not a seeming yoga practitioner. Usually they put a male in the lobby standing in front of my coat and shoes when I get out of the class, but this time, for whatever reason, they raised the ante and put this guy in behind me, and backed off on the male lobby stalker.
07-16-2013
The venetian blinds were re-installed in my residence after cleaning and two of them were clipped at the ends to be shorter. And for the second time in a week, I find sawdust on clothes and items next to the windows, done by the very persons that were remarking on the sloppy job done by the window installer of last week who managed to get stucco dust from outside in the place. It does make me wonder if anything can be taken at face value.
And as the vineyard work is getting so very repetitive, it was the first listening of music this year while tucking vines. My player was getting spoofed with as same first four songs on multiple albums kept repeating until I forced it into an album play mode. And while this was going on, there were at least four passes by the same helicopter in 20 minutes of play. The perps also broke the phone's belt mounted carrying case tab, so I will now use a rubber band to keep it in place. Last year they had the phone drop from the belt mount "by itself" enough times that I put the same rubber band on it. Why they had to break the plastic tab on the Ballistic belt mount after I had some confidence it after last year is a mystery to me.
07-17-2013
Morning and afternoon thunderstorms, causing breaks in work, as the rule is that no vineyard work when a thunderstorm is on. I see the cleaning lady putting on her tattoo show again, though just the one on her calf and covering the ones on her arms. Just to think that part of the tattoo "show" was to keep me from seeing any tattoos on her for the first 14 months that I knew this person, coming once per week.
A two hour nap attack on a weekday, and another hour to recover from feeling so wiped out. I have no idea why they wanted to pull this stunt on a weekday, as they did last week. Normally, nap-attacks have been on weekends in the last year.
The sensation of feeling "stoned" again this morning, as in a slightly derealized headspace, which tells me the assholes are at their temporal lobe takeover games again. I learned at an ADD seminar from the clinical brain scan reasearcher, that the "floatly" feeling is from de-energized temporal lobe activity. Nice to know one's deepest brain regions are accessible in real time by remote means, don't you think?
Many distant light flashes today, some were lightning (and we know who can arrange that too), often arranged to be seen through my L. side glasses lens, which mysteriously got scuzzed in advance. I get many light flashes these days, brief spots of white "from" extraneous reflections (something that suddenly increased in frequency when all this began in 04-2002). I even get them in my residence, no more than 20' away, such as today, when at least three came through a window after I was in the place for a few minutes. All part of the gravitational lensing that they seem so very determined to utilize in their nonconsensual human research agenda.
07-19-2013
Noise games at the vineyard, per usual, and helicopter coverage with a nice sleek retractable landing gear Bell ? in the same mid grey as my vehicle. It did a hover over the lake for a minute, at least 1.5km away, and then climbed and banked to make a W turn, having arrived from the N, and the airport.
A weekend changing jerkaround. I drove too close the the fence at this place and "inadvertently"snagged the tire on an over-length stud that was projecting from it 4" above the ground. The one tire shop I know "happened" to be busy when I phoned, so I will have to deal with getting the wheel off with the standard Toyota jack and tire wrench. Lucky me.
[Later] I got the vehicle jacked up, and can thank the ever diligent Toyota Camry manual to ensure that all was safe; e.g. blocking the diagonal wheel so the vehicle woudn't move on me. And I can thank Toyota for putting a full size Michelin tire in the spare compartment and having the tools there too. The whole spare tire replacement went relatively well, an exception to most everything else.
As an example, I make many 100's of pruning cuts in a day on the vineyard. And nearly every time the perps have me put the pruners in the wrong and unintended location, e.g. touching the pruner's jaw underside to the area where the cut it to be made, instead of inside the jaw to make the cut. I earn my living making pruning cuts and yet nearly every one is sabotaged or interfered with. All of which is accompanied by a relatively new (imposed) cognitive deficit, having my depth perception fucked with momentarily, at least 500+ per day when on pruning work. I don't know what the shrinks would say about this, should they be still hiding behind the DSM-4.
Back to the spare tire installation tonight; the tire is punctured at the wall-tread corner so I don't think it is salvageable, so it will be a $150 or so to get a new Pirelli P4. And too, the perps filled me with ideations of taking off the tire and taking it by taxi to the tire shop tomorrow. These notions went on for at least an hour while making and eating dinner. Then when looking at the above mentioned Toyota manual, I "learned" that I had a spare tire compartment, and only then did it dawn on me that I could use it. It is like every possible thing that I know, all my knowledge, is replaced by the perps, and not to to the level that it was. They want to put me through a total re-learning of everything I know, and they know exactly what that is. Back in 2005-2006 they screwed with my spelling, and freaked me out that I couldn't spell any more. That might of been them having me re-learn how to spell with remote influencing interference/governance. Ever since, the odd time when I use a rarely used word, I cannot spell it, and need to go to a dictionary. My spelling was nearly infallible until they messed me around. (I don't normally use a spelling checker, but need to now).
Just when your (TI) reality adjustment to all and sundry is at it limits, here is another corker, the "alternate" and entirely believable version of the Madelaine McCann (an e-book, and an hour to read it all) kidnapping which occurred in 2007 to great press coverage, and still the story gets the headlines due to recent police statements about new lists of persons of interest. Which begs the question, who is it that is stage managing all of this, including stories, retractions, inconsistencies etc. I just don't get it, though it seems that all clinical doctors are in on the TI/harassment picture, though not to the level of an operative, say. In fact, Kate McCann was overheard to exclaim, "they stole my child", which if nothing else, demonstrates that this particular doctor (mother of the abducted child) does indeed know about a secret and pervasive force/experimentation/harassment initiative. I wonder how the perps deliver the news to them; at university, or later residence locations.
07-20-2013
Saturday, no alarm, and a 9 hour sleep. Plenty I thought, but no, I got taken out with a two hour nap attack in the afternoon. Plus the usual hour of recovery time, feeling wasted and limp.
My tire is unrepairable, so a new one is ordered. The Michelin spare would be of intense interest to the perps due to their long running automotive tire fixation and sabotage record that goes back 20 years or more. When I had a forestry job and drove company trucks, I could count on a flat tire once per week. I could never figure it out, but added into the mix was a different vehicle every few weeks. When I had my Volvo in about 2000 and put on a full set of Michelin tires, it seems the perps could not abide by that. I had a front end wheel alignment done by the Volvo dealer after the tire installation, and they screwed it up as the front tires prematurely wore out. The other potential culprit could of been the tie rod ends and ball joints, but they were all relatively new as well. Again, the perps could not handle the fact that I had a full set of the same tire model, and arranged the tires to wear and a replacement set was installed. In mid-2006 the front pair wore out (again) so I got a replacement pair installed before I gave the vehicle to my daughter as the financial crunch was coming down. So what is it about having a full set of tires on one's vehicle that the perps cannot allow after 14 months? I don't know, but as tires and all things automotive are important to them, it is all part of the sabotage scene. I cannot count the number of times the perps clustered around the wheel wells on the low-floor public buses I took for the six automobile-less years in Victoria. The wheel well is significantly more exposed and time without fail, they would have a Fuckwit with their ass backed onto the wheel well. Every so often they would put on a high floor bus to change up the passenger-wheel juxtaposition.
07-21-2013
Back to the "stoned" sensation again, the perps keeping me inside and online for two hours of color calibration games it would seem, and finally letting me out at 1100h. A little late for hiking, but that is what they wanted, and the whole deal was about me purchasing a just-released hiking book of this area at a downtown runner's shop, looking it over and selecting a hike while parked and this large-gutted coffee bearing Fuckwit walked down the middle of the street, past my vehicle. And so, after some more cognitive FUD, I set off to a trail-head, which could not be found, though it did have a parking lot nearby. I hadn't gone more than a kilometer when the perps spooked me over snakes in the grass, and had lunch and turned around. It is most common that the perps have me only travel part-way on a new hiking trail, only to return to it later and do it all. Last year I was deterred by thunderstorms on my first hike attempt up MacIntyre Bluff. Ditto for another trail.
Anyhow, it now late in the day, and after the perps screwed me senseless over my month end accounting (June) for two hours, I was finally allowed to finish it. All the while kiddies-at-play noise was outside as the owners have a pool outside their house. The perps do things like adding or removing transactions from the web page after I have found a discrepancy, even it is seeming to come from the bank. As well, Quicken transactions are routinely sabotaged. It is a brutal grind, aka full blown rage-ifcation event, to do one's finances on a PC as a TI owing to the perps' relentless in all things financial. Onto another weeks and pondering what is coming next.
I have seen Penticton Municipal (city) vehicles park at the yoga studio location parking lot, and the presumed employee gets out and starts walking down the road, not bothering with yoga in the least. This is on Monday evenings at 1715h. Strange enough. But a US Government licenced vehicle doing much the same, (though no driver apparent), parked in the lot and next to me for the 1.25 hours of the yoga class. Penticton is NOT a border town, and I cannot conceive why such a vehicle would be parked outside the yoga studio, except for nefarious gangstalk and harassment purposes. [Re-evaluation; a conference center is a half block away, but it still no reason to park their truck at the yoga center].
And for the first time in six months, they deigned to put another male in the yoga class, usually 10 to 15 of us. I don't know why this poor sod got the assignment, but he should take a beginner class first. Totally out of his league, and not a seeming yoga practitioner. Usually they put a male in the lobby standing in front of my coat and shoes when I get out of the class, but this time, for whatever reason, they raised the ante and put this guy in behind me, and backed off on the male lobby stalker.
07-16-2013
The venetian blinds were re-installed in my residence after cleaning and two of them were clipped at the ends to be shorter. And for the second time in a week, I find sawdust on clothes and items next to the windows, done by the very persons that were remarking on the sloppy job done by the window installer of last week who managed to get stucco dust from outside in the place. It does make me wonder if anything can be taken at face value.
And as the vineyard work is getting so very repetitive, it was the first listening of music this year while tucking vines. My player was getting spoofed with as same first four songs on multiple albums kept repeating until I forced it into an album play mode. And while this was going on, there were at least four passes by the same helicopter in 20 minutes of play. The perps also broke the phone's belt mounted carrying case tab, so I will now use a rubber band to keep it in place. Last year they had the phone drop from the belt mount "by itself" enough times that I put the same rubber band on it. Why they had to break the plastic tab on the Ballistic belt mount after I had some confidence it after last year is a mystery to me.
07-17-2013
Morning and afternoon thunderstorms, causing breaks in work, as the rule is that no vineyard work when a thunderstorm is on. I see the cleaning lady putting on her tattoo show again, though just the one on her calf and covering the ones on her arms. Just to think that part of the tattoo "show" was to keep me from seeing any tattoos on her for the first 14 months that I knew this person, coming once per week.
A two hour nap attack on a weekday, and another hour to recover from feeling so wiped out. I have no idea why they wanted to pull this stunt on a weekday, as they did last week. Normally, nap-attacks have been on weekends in the last year.
The sensation of feeling "stoned" again this morning, as in a slightly derealized headspace, which tells me the assholes are at their temporal lobe takeover games again. I learned at an ADD seminar from the clinical brain scan reasearcher, that the "floatly" feeling is from de-energized temporal lobe activity. Nice to know one's deepest brain regions are accessible in real time by remote means, don't you think?
Many distant light flashes today, some were lightning (and we know who can arrange that too), often arranged to be seen through my L. side glasses lens, which mysteriously got scuzzed in advance. I get many light flashes these days, brief spots of white "from" extraneous reflections (something that suddenly increased in frequency when all this began in 04-2002). I even get them in my residence, no more than 20' away, such as today, when at least three came through a window after I was in the place for a few minutes. All part of the gravitational lensing that they seem so very determined to utilize in their nonconsensual human research agenda.
07-19-2013
Noise games at the vineyard, per usual, and helicopter coverage with a nice sleek retractable landing gear Bell ? in the same mid grey as my vehicle. It did a hover over the lake for a minute, at least 1.5km away, and then climbed and banked to make a W turn, having arrived from the N, and the airport.
A weekend changing jerkaround. I drove too close the the fence at this place and "inadvertently"snagged the tire on an over-length stud that was projecting from it 4" above the ground. The one tire shop I know "happened" to be busy when I phoned, so I will have to deal with getting the wheel off with the standard Toyota jack and tire wrench. Lucky me.
[Later] I got the vehicle jacked up, and can thank the ever diligent Toyota Camry manual to ensure that all was safe; e.g. blocking the diagonal wheel so the vehicle woudn't move on me. And I can thank Toyota for putting a full size Michelin tire in the spare compartment and having the tools there too. The whole spare tire replacement went relatively well, an exception to most everything else.
As an example, I make many 100's of pruning cuts in a day on the vineyard. And nearly every time the perps have me put the pruners in the wrong and unintended location, e.g. touching the pruner's jaw underside to the area where the cut it to be made, instead of inside the jaw to make the cut. I earn my living making pruning cuts and yet nearly every one is sabotaged or interfered with. All of which is accompanied by a relatively new (imposed) cognitive deficit, having my depth perception fucked with momentarily, at least 500+ per day when on pruning work. I don't know what the shrinks would say about this, should they be still hiding behind the DSM-4.
Back to the spare tire installation tonight; the tire is punctured at the wall-tread corner so I don't think it is salvageable, so it will be a $150 or so to get a new Pirelli P4. And too, the perps filled me with ideations of taking off the tire and taking it by taxi to the tire shop tomorrow. These notions went on for at least an hour while making and eating dinner. Then when looking at the above mentioned Toyota manual, I "learned" that I had a spare tire compartment, and only then did it dawn on me that I could use it. It is like every possible thing that I know, all my knowledge, is replaced by the perps, and not to to the level that it was. They want to put me through a total re-learning of everything I know, and they know exactly what that is. Back in 2005-2006 they screwed with my spelling, and freaked me out that I couldn't spell any more. That might of been them having me re-learn how to spell with remote influencing interference/governance. Ever since, the odd time when I use a rarely used word, I cannot spell it, and need to go to a dictionary. My spelling was nearly infallible until they messed me around. (I don't normally use a spelling checker, but need to now).
Just when your (TI) reality adjustment to all and sundry is at it limits, here is another corker, the "alternate" and entirely believable version of the Madelaine McCann (an e-book, and an hour to read it all) kidnapping which occurred in 2007 to great press coverage, and still the story gets the headlines due to recent police statements about new lists of persons of interest. Which begs the question, who is it that is stage managing all of this, including stories, retractions, inconsistencies etc. I just don't get it, though it seems that all clinical doctors are in on the TI/harassment picture, though not to the level of an operative, say. In fact, Kate McCann was overheard to exclaim, "they stole my child", which if nothing else, demonstrates that this particular doctor (mother of the abducted child) does indeed know about a secret and pervasive force/experimentation/harassment initiative. I wonder how the perps deliver the news to them; at university, or later residence locations.
07-20-2013
Saturday, no alarm, and a 9 hour sleep. Plenty I thought, but no, I got taken out with a two hour nap attack in the afternoon. Plus the usual hour of recovery time, feeling wasted and limp.
My tire is unrepairable, so a new one is ordered. The Michelin spare would be of intense interest to the perps due to their long running automotive tire fixation and sabotage record that goes back 20 years or more. When I had a forestry job and drove company trucks, I could count on a flat tire once per week. I could never figure it out, but added into the mix was a different vehicle every few weeks. When I had my Volvo in about 2000 and put on a full set of Michelin tires, it seems the perps could not abide by that. I had a front end wheel alignment done by the Volvo dealer after the tire installation, and they screwed it up as the front tires prematurely wore out. The other potential culprit could of been the tie rod ends and ball joints, but they were all relatively new as well. Again, the perps could not handle the fact that I had a full set of the same tire model, and arranged the tires to wear and a replacement set was installed. In mid-2006 the front pair wore out (again) so I got a replacement pair installed before I gave the vehicle to my daughter as the financial crunch was coming down. So what is it about having a full set of tires on one's vehicle that the perps cannot allow after 14 months? I don't know, but as tires and all things automotive are important to them, it is all part of the sabotage scene. I cannot count the number of times the perps clustered around the wheel wells on the low-floor public buses I took for the six automobile-less years in Victoria. The wheel well is significantly more exposed and time without fail, they would have a Fuckwit with their ass backed onto the wheel well. Every so often they would put on a high floor bus to change up the passenger-wheel juxtaposition.
07-21-2013
Back to the "stoned" sensation again, the perps keeping me inside and online for two hours of color calibration games it would seem, and finally letting me out at 1100h. A little late for hiking, but that is what they wanted, and the whole deal was about me purchasing a just-released hiking book of this area at a downtown runner's shop, looking it over and selecting a hike while parked and this large-gutted coffee bearing Fuckwit walked down the middle of the street, past my vehicle. And so, after some more cognitive FUD, I set off to a trail-head, which could not be found, though it did have a parking lot nearby. I hadn't gone more than a kilometer when the perps spooked me over snakes in the grass, and had lunch and turned around. It is most common that the perps have me only travel part-way on a new hiking trail, only to return to it later and do it all. Last year I was deterred by thunderstorms on my first hike attempt up MacIntyre Bluff. Ditto for another trail.
Anyhow, it now late in the day, and after the perps screwed me senseless over my month end accounting (June) for two hours, I was finally allowed to finish it. All the while kiddies-at-play noise was outside as the owners have a pool outside their house. The perps do things like adding or removing transactions from the web page after I have found a discrepancy, even it is seeming to come from the bank. As well, Quicken transactions are routinely sabotaged. It is a brutal grind, aka full blown rage-ifcation event, to do one's finances on a PC as a TI owing to the perps' relentless in all things financial. Onto another weeks and pondering what is coming next.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Abusive Accounting
1630h
A major and sustained screaming response to the assholes finally allowing me to do my accounting for 2011, and then they kept hammering me over keystroke entry to the point it was a totally useless exercise. Ergo, three months of financial transactions get tossed. I am totally fucking pissed over this as I keep all these records in the infernal Quicken application, another case of ergonomic sabotage itself, and now the assholes won't allow me to keep financial records. Some people get to do these every day, but the assholes won't allow this, it has to be once a month. When I finally got the Quicken 2010 update in 10-2010, and was allowed to import the records from the bank, the assholes decided it was too easy, and then sabotaged Quicken to screw it up as of 010-01-2011. No amount of supposed "support" from Intuit would allow this to get fixed, and so it was the asshole's Happy New Year gift to me, crippled Quicken 2010.
But that wasn't enough, no sir, they had to demotivate me into not doing the month end accounting for January, then Febuary, and now March. Then while attempting to manual entry today, as the download option wasn't working anymore, they go fuck me again making this exercise impossible to complete. As I said, I am totally and extremely pissed that I am not allowed to keep my own financial records, and will likely remain totally pissed (or pissed off as they say in Canada) for the rest of the day. And if the fuckers would let me drive a knife into my wrists I would of done it long ago, but a mysterious force field stops the knife. I gave up on that solution years ago.
1720h
Still full rage screaming to the sabotage; the assholes put me in full screen browser mode and I have no idea how to get out of it thanks to Windows being such a piece of shit, and had to get Task Manager to close it down. Then the assholes now have the tabs come up in red colored font when the browser first boots up with saved tabs, and I have no idea how to get out of that imposition either, except to click on them and get the normal black colored text back in the tab.
2400h
Music listening allowed tonight. Plus background nattering voices that can bypass my headphones. Here is one for TI's; What's Following Me? by Eleanor McEvoy, and nothing to do with the TI experience except for the album title name, being a diversion only.
A brutal day, with more rage-fication games going down, and I remain resolutely pissed (off).
A major and sustained screaming response to the assholes finally allowing me to do my accounting for 2011, and then they kept hammering me over keystroke entry to the point it was a totally useless exercise. Ergo, three months of financial transactions get tossed. I am totally fucking pissed over this as I keep all these records in the infernal Quicken application, another case of ergonomic sabotage itself, and now the assholes won't allow me to keep financial records. Some people get to do these every day, but the assholes won't allow this, it has to be once a month. When I finally got the Quicken 2010 update in 10-2010, and was allowed to import the records from the bank, the assholes decided it was too easy, and then sabotaged Quicken to screw it up as of 010-01-2011. No amount of supposed "support" from Intuit would allow this to get fixed, and so it was the asshole's Happy New Year gift to me, crippled Quicken 2010.
But that wasn't enough, no sir, they had to demotivate me into not doing the month end accounting for January, then Febuary, and now March. Then while attempting to manual entry today, as the download option wasn't working anymore, they go fuck me again making this exercise impossible to complete. As I said, I am totally and extremely pissed that I am not allowed to keep my own financial records, and will likely remain totally pissed (or pissed off as they say in Canada) for the rest of the day. And if the fuckers would let me drive a knife into my wrists I would of done it long ago, but a mysterious force field stops the knife. I gave up on that solution years ago.
1720h
Still full rage screaming to the sabotage; the assholes put me in full screen browser mode and I have no idea how to get out of it thanks to Windows being such a piece of shit, and had to get Task Manager to close it down. Then the assholes now have the tabs come up in red colored font when the browser first boots up with saved tabs, and I have no idea how to get out of that imposition either, except to click on them and get the normal black colored text back in the tab.
2400h
Music listening allowed tonight. Plus background nattering voices that can bypass my headphones. Here is one for TI's; What's Following Me? by Eleanor McEvoy, and nothing to do with the TI experience except for the album title name, being a diversion only.
A brutal day, with more rage-fication games going down, and I remain resolutely pissed (off).
Friday, December 31, 2010
Perp 2010 Accomplishments
1300h
The only realm of which I have a degree of permitted knowledge of the Perp Objectives is that of mind-control accomplishments. Not only am I the seeming lead abuse/research candidate for such, but also the lead test subject. So, sending me to the wrong cupboard or drawer, including the fridge for an item I would know unfailingly know where to go, is an obvious mind-fuck stunt, one that began in 2006, as they were able to remotely hijack my ability to make rational choices based on my knowledge.
So..., now a year behind on this series, and getting the noisestalking consistently when I change my attention to something else of equivalent importance, say while thinking or doing relatively unconsequential things, it seem that the perps have not yet attained 100% mind control in 2010, continuing some four years of incorrect prediction. It is very subtle as to what they accomplished in 2010, as they could govern all my self-talk by the end of 2009, so I cannot rely on what this covers or is saying, should I have I choice, which I don't. Most of the time the perps don't let me know that a thought is planted, no matter how inconsequential. The odd totally irrelevant one comes in, and as soon as I detect such, the noisestalking goes off. It seems there are some basic judgemental decisions that I can make that are still unfettered by remote and invasive mind control containment. The so-called "gut instinct" thoughts are as yet, only partially controllable by my keepers. A related set of thoughts is affirming one's personal history; they like to run retrospective thoughts in the context of some other stunt or provocation they have set up, and then add a little fib to it. As soon as I detect the planted fib, why, the noisestalking erupts, or else a plasma light flash, fuzzy ball maser arrivals and other phenomenon they use in their abuses/research.
That the perps are still hounding me with the Unfavored Fuckwits, and adding a dash of a Favored blonde in the mix, tells me that they are still working hard on attempting to detect my subconscious traumatization experiences, ones they know better than I do as they wiped my long term recall nearly clean between 1956 to 1959.
Onto today's outing and gangstalking show. A two block walk to the bank ATM to cash a Christmas check, and then back again, passing by this apartment block to the local supermarket to get small form tortillas, my chosen bread for dealing with the infernal crumb mess that they lay on for leavened breads at breakfast. And no doubt, aiding their bread research games too, as they won't let me find any low or no gluten tortillas for the small size, but do for the larger size to make my staple lunch and dinner dish, quesadillas, as I have been doing since release from illegal incarceration since 2003. And it was the dude-force again, wholly Unfavored in all their variants; vagrants, para-military looking meter checkers, redcoats, big beard fuckers, skinheads and the like. And especially when in the supermarket, around every corner, on top of me before I get to a location with a stocking/stalking cart loaded with brown cardboard boxes, and at a location if I tarried. The pathetic nut butter selection was given a look over to see if there was anything interesting like Green & Black chocolate spread or coconut butter, but no, and within 4 seconds of me departing, a male Fuckwit was in place and doing the same thing and somehow I didn't see this fucker coming. And just when I was to get some avocado oil for the first time, another similarly dressed black coated male Fuckwit cruised by. Like WTF; why all these assholes at every location I am about to stop or have stopped at? The sole consolation was a blonde cashier, but not before a skinheaded Fuckwit arrived at the cashier one second ahead of me from the opposite direction, same black coat again, and with the yellow envelope in hand, a signature prop to say the least. So I go to the next cashier, and it is a blonde babe I have seen before, though not with pigtails, and she was keeping her head down and not saying anything to protract recognition time. Just another common stunt, the extra blase or coy cashier; only a few are genuinely friendly, and later when I "happen" to see them on the street they are decidedly unfriendly. What is with this variable friendliness, or in other words, the sudden jerk behavior transition, as it has occured so much more since the perps went overt/beserk in 04-2002? Nearly all TI's report this, and often it is the final act of seeing the Fuckwit ever again, their finale before being written out of the Fuckover script. Sometimes it is a staring instead, or an outrageous stunt like blocking egress through the elevator doors, like Smiley did, and then he was no more after being a 1x/month ever smiling gangstalker in the hallway, lobby or street frontage of this apartment.
Jerk Variations; maybe a video theme for TI's to reminisce as to how this aspect of their lives has changed since they knew they were getting harassed and gangstalked.
A nut shave last night, and the perps lay on extra abuses the next morning, and even two days later. They got me rage-fied with the kettle water not pouring from the spout, after setting me up for a year of shifting the kettle lid to accomodate this infernal stunt, the assholes now deny me this workaround they had be learn because of their imposed adversity. Never mind that the kettle never had any pouring problems for over six years, and then suddenly it did. And never mind the six months of fucking me out of knowing this stunt, because it used to be that once I learned a stunt I could then take remediative action to negate it, but now this faculty isn't availible to me, so that forced me to put the kettle down after picking it up off the burner only to find that it wasn't pouring correcty. I hesitate to call this a 2010 "accomplishment", but it began early in 2010, and continues today in some form, until I get to drill a hole in the kettle lid, something they have reminded me that I want to do and never did the entire year.
The usual noise antics while nut shaving; hallway talking, elevator operation, the faux neighbor water running noise and the like, plus the clicking and clunking at my side of no ostensible origin. Just plain and faked noise for its own sake, not even a prior source they are leveraging from.
And the sirens came on for using the new cheddar cheese, the B brand. The local supermarket stopped selling it in 2006 and I had to switch to another brand, and organic one in red checkered packaging. This lasted until last month when the usual size wasn't availible, and as the B brand was now back, I have reverted to this brand. As the plastic (black and green) plastic was removed, the sirens started up and got loudest when I put it in the garbage. Such things are important to the perps, and changing cheese makes after four years of one kind is a big deal for them.
1835h
A 40 minute screaming session over the perps sabotaging my year end Quicken updating. The assholes had screwed me into two months worth of updates, and had also fucked with the all important task bar and the Firefox command bar prior to that, also rage-ifying big time. They had my in-town brother with this problem that ended up being a 50 minute phone call after I had just changed into my work clothes, possibly as a "warm up" to doing the same to me. Except that I wasn't blundering around the keyboard, and hadn't pressed any keys that could be exploited for a "mistake"; the assholes out and out stripped off the task bar from my Firefox session. I still don't know how I got it back, but running a "safe session" seemed to solve the problem. All to get me ready for bookeeping in Quicken that quickly erupted into a rage show as they fucked with transpositions, forced misreading, wouldn't allow menu items to be picked, fucked with Quicken to have it inconsistently and contrarily presenting different menu choices from the same command, and countless other fuckery over every possible command and display combinations. But they did let me reverse the web display of my account, so the dates were ascending like they are in Quicken. For years they fucked me around, having me read Quicken from top to bottom, and the web displayed bank account from bottom to top. The commands were there to reverse the bank's display but they wouldn't work until a few months ago. Just another example of the insane level of fuckery the assholes will put me through and how long they will persist on a given obstruction.
The 40 minute rage-fication was all over the November accounting, as most of it had been done in one aborted session as I found out. Then I had to do the December bank reconcilliations, and got less adversity until the end of the month when they seemed to want to screw me more, flipping the active line to a much earlier date, the "lose my bearings in the page" fuckery they are renowned for, especially when in Quicken. So yes, non-standard application behavior, all to rile me up. This was another hour to finish up, and it went better than the November session. And toward the end, with the earmuffs off to scream at the assholes again, why, the overhead rumbling and pounding started up. It seems that wearing earmuffs is an important component of the perps' Fuckover games, and having me do the same task with them off, then on, and a then a final short run of them off again was what the games were all about.
Anyone know anything about Simply Accounting and if it is more robust and better designed than the infernal Quicken? Or have the perps traumatized me so much over this type of activity that it doesn't matter what the accounting software is?
2135h
A sudden need to order movies online, getting four three packs plus one more Blu-ray for $85 delivered. Not a bad deal, though the movie purchasing has been a sore point as the assholes put me through this in 10-2010 almost a year ago, and have stopped me from seeing all of them save two. Frida played for 30 min. before something else came up, and Some Like It Hot ended up at my mother's place to test her new DVD player she got free from my out-of-town brother. I got to see the latter movie when over there at Christmas and having learned how to fiddle with three remotes in the correct sequence to get a movie to play; (no HDMI connections). I have no idea why the perps have been taunting me on movies, protracting their viewing for close to a year. If recent history prevails they will have me purchase more at the local LD store, and those too get to sit around in another stack.
And to continue this theme of useless purchases, I have at least four 2" thick IT books that I have barely cracked, another exposition of large amounts of bound paper that just sits there. The recent used books are getting mileage though; a reading of all things JFK is getting plenty of noisestalking as I read and uncover new details. It is apalling to consider that the Vietnam war never would of started if JFK hadn't done in his friend Diem, who was seeking peaceful relations with N. Vietnam, and as part of the agreement, the US was to be kicked out entirely. And JFK was heard to say in spring 1963 that he would of pulled out all the troops in 1965, after his intended re-election in 1964. He wanted to placate the anti-communist hawks by making an showing of greater engagement with military forces to drive the N. Vietnamese out. In the documentary, The Fog of War, Robert McNamara said he was working on a plan to get troops out of Vietnam, when his new commander-in-chief, LBJ told him to shelve such plans and plan for greater engagement to drive the "gooks" out. This without any cabinet debate as to what they were doing there, and within a week of JFK's assassination. Strange how LBJ learned enough in a week to take on the escalation of war in Vietnam, but that is how McNamara tells it. Very odd indeed, and that even today, no one has a definitive answer as to why the US went into Vietnam, and what it was to accomplish. As always, this incites thoughts that the perps must of had a hand in it, as they like to have wars going on and regularly noisestalk me should this topic come up. Funny how that goes, they fomenting wars and then seed the bullshit notion that it us naive terrestrail dwelling humans that are to blame.
2240h
More year end activity, this time unloading the SD card from my camera to tidy up the directory naming that goes by year. The better shots are these four, though there are others.
Taken Nov. 14, 2010, 1239h. That is seven silver-grey or white vehicles, with one mid-grey vehicle, clustered around a green vehicle behind the tree that had lost its leaves in the previous two weeks. A dash of yellow on the ladder stringers, to aid the Ladder Patrol and whatever their role is.
Taken Nov. 03, 2010, 1006h. Getting two shades of blue vehicles in with white color "backup" (van and canopy on pickup), as well as some coordination on the red color front, two reds being the same, and the two others differ in hue. Not in the picture are a box of red apples at my feet.
Taken Oct. 31, 2010, 1802h. Not ready for Halloween, but close enough. The street at the top of the frame on the L. side seems to have similar colored vehicles to the main street that you see horizontally; silver-grey, white, mid-grey. Can we see arranged orthogonality here? The black pickup truck with the tonneau cover in the parking lot above the rear of the bus and partially obscured behind the yellow tree is still parked there, as some kind of sentinel of black color and steel and fabric materials, Dec. 31, 2010 as I write this.
Taken Oct. 19, 2010, 1503h. Nothing like having a vehicle parked or driven on the wrong side of the road in my proximity, and what better cover story than an "emergency"? So here they are, Victoria's finest in a vehicular gangstalk IMHO, and with some well-timed red vehicle colors as well, in keeping with the ambulance there. Plus that ridiculous police cruiser, as most are near all white with some mid-blue livery, and here is this 1960's throwback black and white one, one of few they have in this style, and one of those fugly Chryslers as well.
Happy New Year and all that BS, and on with plasma and maser shows, inside and outside (aka, fireworks).
2350h
Another round of fuckery, this time on the install front. A certain alternative to Quicken took five minutes to download and then has a failure on the install. I cannot count the number of times this "happens". Bound to that wretched Quicken is no way to start the New Year.
The only realm of which I have a degree of permitted knowledge of the Perp Objectives is that of mind-control accomplishments. Not only am I the seeming lead abuse/research candidate for such, but also the lead test subject. So, sending me to the wrong cupboard or drawer, including the fridge for an item I would know unfailingly know where to go, is an obvious mind-fuck stunt, one that began in 2006, as they were able to remotely hijack my ability to make rational choices based on my knowledge.
So..., now a year behind on this series, and getting the noisestalking consistently when I change my attention to something else of equivalent importance, say while thinking or doing relatively unconsequential things, it seem that the perps have not yet attained 100% mind control in 2010, continuing some four years of incorrect prediction. It is very subtle as to what they accomplished in 2010, as they could govern all my self-talk by the end of 2009, so I cannot rely on what this covers or is saying, should I have I choice, which I don't. Most of the time the perps don't let me know that a thought is planted, no matter how inconsequential. The odd totally irrelevant one comes in, and as soon as I detect such, the noisestalking goes off. It seems there are some basic judgemental decisions that I can make that are still unfettered by remote and invasive mind control containment. The so-called "gut instinct" thoughts are as yet, only partially controllable by my keepers. A related set of thoughts is affirming one's personal history; they like to run retrospective thoughts in the context of some other stunt or provocation they have set up, and then add a little fib to it. As soon as I detect the planted fib, why, the noisestalking erupts, or else a plasma light flash, fuzzy ball maser arrivals and other phenomenon they use in their abuses/research.
That the perps are still hounding me with the Unfavored Fuckwits, and adding a dash of a Favored blonde in the mix, tells me that they are still working hard on attempting to detect my subconscious traumatization experiences, ones they know better than I do as they wiped my long term recall nearly clean between 1956 to 1959.
Onto today's outing and gangstalking show. A two block walk to the bank ATM to cash a Christmas check, and then back again, passing by this apartment block to the local supermarket to get small form tortillas, my chosen bread for dealing with the infernal crumb mess that they lay on for leavened breads at breakfast. And no doubt, aiding their bread research games too, as they won't let me find any low or no gluten tortillas for the small size, but do for the larger size to make my staple lunch and dinner dish, quesadillas, as I have been doing since release from illegal incarceration since 2003. And it was the dude-force again, wholly Unfavored in all their variants; vagrants, para-military looking meter checkers, redcoats, big beard fuckers, skinheads and the like. And especially when in the supermarket, around every corner, on top of me before I get to a location with a stocking/stalking cart loaded with brown cardboard boxes, and at a location if I tarried. The pathetic nut butter selection was given a look over to see if there was anything interesting like Green & Black chocolate spread or coconut butter, but no, and within 4 seconds of me departing, a male Fuckwit was in place and doing the same thing and somehow I didn't see this fucker coming. And just when I was to get some avocado oil for the first time, another similarly dressed black coated male Fuckwit cruised by. Like WTF; why all these assholes at every location I am about to stop or have stopped at? The sole consolation was a blonde cashier, but not before a skinheaded Fuckwit arrived at the cashier one second ahead of me from the opposite direction, same black coat again, and with the yellow envelope in hand, a signature prop to say the least. So I go to the next cashier, and it is a blonde babe I have seen before, though not with pigtails, and she was keeping her head down and not saying anything to protract recognition time. Just another common stunt, the extra blase or coy cashier; only a few are genuinely friendly, and later when I "happen" to see them on the street they are decidedly unfriendly. What is with this variable friendliness, or in other words, the sudden jerk behavior transition, as it has occured so much more since the perps went overt/beserk in 04-2002? Nearly all TI's report this, and often it is the final act of seeing the Fuckwit ever again, their finale before being written out of the Fuckover script. Sometimes it is a staring instead, or an outrageous stunt like blocking egress through the elevator doors, like Smiley did, and then he was no more after being a 1x/month ever smiling gangstalker in the hallway, lobby or street frontage of this apartment.
Jerk Variations; maybe a video theme for TI's to reminisce as to how this aspect of their lives has changed since they knew they were getting harassed and gangstalked.
A nut shave last night, and the perps lay on extra abuses the next morning, and even two days later. They got me rage-fied with the kettle water not pouring from the spout, after setting me up for a year of shifting the kettle lid to accomodate this infernal stunt, the assholes now deny me this workaround they had be learn because of their imposed adversity. Never mind that the kettle never had any pouring problems for over six years, and then suddenly it did. And never mind the six months of fucking me out of knowing this stunt, because it used to be that once I learned a stunt I could then take remediative action to negate it, but now this faculty isn't availible to me, so that forced me to put the kettle down after picking it up off the burner only to find that it wasn't pouring correcty. I hesitate to call this a 2010 "accomplishment", but it began early in 2010, and continues today in some form, until I get to drill a hole in the kettle lid, something they have reminded me that I want to do and never did the entire year.
The usual noise antics while nut shaving; hallway talking, elevator operation, the faux neighbor water running noise and the like, plus the clicking and clunking at my side of no ostensible origin. Just plain and faked noise for its own sake, not even a prior source they are leveraging from.
And the sirens came on for using the new cheddar cheese, the B brand. The local supermarket stopped selling it in 2006 and I had to switch to another brand, and organic one in red checkered packaging. This lasted until last month when the usual size wasn't availible, and as the B brand was now back, I have reverted to this brand. As the plastic (black and green) plastic was removed, the sirens started up and got loudest when I put it in the garbage. Such things are important to the perps, and changing cheese makes after four years of one kind is a big deal for them.
1835h
A 40 minute screaming session over the perps sabotaging my year end Quicken updating. The assholes had screwed me into two months worth of updates, and had also fucked with the all important task bar and the Firefox command bar prior to that, also rage-ifying big time. They had my in-town brother with this problem that ended up being a 50 minute phone call after I had just changed into my work clothes, possibly as a "warm up" to doing the same to me. Except that I wasn't blundering around the keyboard, and hadn't pressed any keys that could be exploited for a "mistake"; the assholes out and out stripped off the task bar from my Firefox session. I still don't know how I got it back, but running a "safe session" seemed to solve the problem. All to get me ready for bookeeping in Quicken that quickly erupted into a rage show as they fucked with transpositions, forced misreading, wouldn't allow menu items to be picked, fucked with Quicken to have it inconsistently and contrarily presenting different menu choices from the same command, and countless other fuckery over every possible command and display combinations. But they did let me reverse the web display of my account, so the dates were ascending like they are in Quicken. For years they fucked me around, having me read Quicken from top to bottom, and the web displayed bank account from bottom to top. The commands were there to reverse the bank's display but they wouldn't work until a few months ago. Just another example of the insane level of fuckery the assholes will put me through and how long they will persist on a given obstruction.
The 40 minute rage-fication was all over the November accounting, as most of it had been done in one aborted session as I found out. Then I had to do the December bank reconcilliations, and got less adversity until the end of the month when they seemed to want to screw me more, flipping the active line to a much earlier date, the "lose my bearings in the page" fuckery they are renowned for, especially when in Quicken. So yes, non-standard application behavior, all to rile me up. This was another hour to finish up, and it went better than the November session. And toward the end, with the earmuffs off to scream at the assholes again, why, the overhead rumbling and pounding started up. It seems that wearing earmuffs is an important component of the perps' Fuckover games, and having me do the same task with them off, then on, and a then a final short run of them off again was what the games were all about.
Anyone know anything about Simply Accounting and if it is more robust and better designed than the infernal Quicken? Or have the perps traumatized me so much over this type of activity that it doesn't matter what the accounting software is?
2135h
A sudden need to order movies online, getting four three packs plus one more Blu-ray for $85 delivered. Not a bad deal, though the movie purchasing has been a sore point as the assholes put me through this in 10-2010 almost a year ago, and have stopped me from seeing all of them save two. Frida played for 30 min. before something else came up, and Some Like It Hot ended up at my mother's place to test her new DVD player she got free from my out-of-town brother. I got to see the latter movie when over there at Christmas and having learned how to fiddle with three remotes in the correct sequence to get a movie to play; (no HDMI connections). I have no idea why the perps have been taunting me on movies, protracting their viewing for close to a year. If recent history prevails they will have me purchase more at the local LD store, and those too get to sit around in another stack.
And to continue this theme of useless purchases, I have at least four 2" thick IT books that I have barely cracked, another exposition of large amounts of bound paper that just sits there. The recent used books are getting mileage though; a reading of all things JFK is getting plenty of noisestalking as I read and uncover new details. It is apalling to consider that the Vietnam war never would of started if JFK hadn't done in his friend Diem, who was seeking peaceful relations with N. Vietnam, and as part of the agreement, the US was to be kicked out entirely. And JFK was heard to say in spring 1963 that he would of pulled out all the troops in 1965, after his intended re-election in 1964. He wanted to placate the anti-communist hawks by making an showing of greater engagement with military forces to drive the N. Vietnamese out. In the documentary, The Fog of War, Robert McNamara said he was working on a plan to get troops out of Vietnam, when his new commander-in-chief, LBJ told him to shelve such plans and plan for greater engagement to drive the "gooks" out. This without any cabinet debate as to what they were doing there, and within a week of JFK's assassination. Strange how LBJ learned enough in a week to take on the escalation of war in Vietnam, but that is how McNamara tells it. Very odd indeed, and that even today, no one has a definitive answer as to why the US went into Vietnam, and what it was to accomplish. As always, this incites thoughts that the perps must of had a hand in it, as they like to have wars going on and regularly noisestalk me should this topic come up. Funny how that goes, they fomenting wars and then seed the bullshit notion that it us naive terrestrail dwelling humans that are to blame.
2240h
More year end activity, this time unloading the SD card from my camera to tidy up the directory naming that goes by year. The better shots are these four, though there are others.
Taken Nov. 14, 2010, 1239h. That is seven silver-grey or white vehicles, with one mid-grey vehicle, clustered around a green vehicle behind the tree that had lost its leaves in the previous two weeks. A dash of yellow on the ladder stringers, to aid the Ladder Patrol and whatever their role is.
Taken Nov. 03, 2010, 1006h. Getting two shades of blue vehicles in with white color "backup" (van and canopy on pickup), as well as some coordination on the red color front, two reds being the same, and the two others differ in hue. Not in the picture are a box of red apples at my feet.
Taken Oct. 31, 2010, 1802h. Not ready for Halloween, but close enough. The street at the top of the frame on the L. side seems to have similar colored vehicles to the main street that you see horizontally; silver-grey, white, mid-grey. Can we see arranged orthogonality here? The black pickup truck with the tonneau cover in the parking lot above the rear of the bus and partially obscured behind the yellow tree is still parked there, as some kind of sentinel of black color and steel and fabric materials, Dec. 31, 2010 as I write this.
Taken Oct. 19, 2010, 1503h. Nothing like having a vehicle parked or driven on the wrong side of the road in my proximity, and what better cover story than an "emergency"? So here they are, Victoria's finest in a vehicular gangstalk IMHO, and with some well-timed red vehicle colors as well, in keeping with the ambulance there. Plus that ridiculous police cruiser, as most are near all white with some mid-blue livery, and here is this 1960's throwback black and white one, one of few they have in this style, and one of those fugly Chryslers as well.
Happy New Year and all that BS, and on with plasma and maser shows, inside and outside (aka, fireworks).
2350h
Another round of fuckery, this time on the install front. A certain alternative to Quicken took five minutes to download and then has a failure on the install. I cannot count the number of times this "happens". Bound to that wretched Quicken is no way to start the New Year.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Mail Button Obstruction
1605h
After a ringing cursing at the sickos for turning off my PC when I thought I would be booting into my Windows account (by turning the PC off), the Fuckers are still at it by blocking my access to my email after one item was looked at. "Somehow", it hung on going back to the last page, and so I might have to shut that web-application down. Just more examples of the petty and abusive insanity (theirs) that I get exposed to all day long.
1955h
A late afternoon, ~1630h, nap attack earlier, 1.5 hours worth, and awakening with the sound of repeated on-off use of a seeming noisy faucet by the putative neighbor. No one in their right mind would operate a faucet this way, but as this noise and the on-off nature of it seems to be so important to the perps for the last few months, I wasn't too surprised it would erupt during the transition from horizontal to vertical. And of late, the perps have been adding a squeaky noise component in with the faux faucet noise, as if the putative faucets suddenly got tight or whatever conventional reasons there may be. And ditto for the overhead rumbling noise, it has also developed a squeaky component, as if it were some very large wheeled safe being randomly trundled around on a smooth floor upstairs. One of those No Ostensible Cause (NOC) noises that is patently absurd, never mind the fact that it can arrive overhead no matter where I am, and that the putative safe gets to ride on a smooth floor when they are all carpeted, kitchen and bathroom excepted. Besides, who would be pushing a safe around their apartment in the first place? I do get the in-street pallet jack dudes, ones pushing a large steel device on wheels that lifts pallets up to transport them, a "ground hugging" object, not unlike the legions of wheeled luggage totes and grocery hampers that have erupted in my proximity in the last 8.5 years of this insane abuse stream.
It was a First Feral Family visitation and drive-around adventure this morning after getting up early to apply online for a few jobs. My perp-abetting mother claiming residual snow and wet conditions as well as the many stops as the reason she couldn't do the driving herself. And were they ever ready for gangstalking. Ready, as in props and partial road closures, though there were plenty of Unfavored Fuckwits loitering about. The even had deep green grafitti on the bus next to my seat as part of their green color fixation, and later accompaniment by same deep green colored vehicle, four at a glance at one point. The real story was the boom trucks, the ones typically used for high overhead maintenance work, on power poles and the like. There were two white boom trucks at the crest of Sinclair hill, constricting traffic for one flag person controlled egress. The booms were white with some yellow on them, and it seemed like it was a big powerline upgrade in progress. Then, at the bottom of the hill, why three clustered boom trucks with samed colored white and yellow booms, but the truck bodies in an insipid green color. They blocked egress to one side of the road that led to this shopping center, so I took an alternate route to then end up parking just below them, parking seemingly busy. We go inside the specialty grocery store to order a turkey for Christmas, and lo, at the rear of the store where the meat section is, why, a 12' yellow (same as boom truck yellow) fiberglass stringered stepladder is set up in the aisle, and right behind us. At first some dude was up the ladder, and he later disappeared. So.... here we have three similar colored props of two kinds (boom trucks, tall ladder), with personnel raised above me in each case, tracking me from hill top, to hill bottom and into the adjacent store. And if I manage to exert some effort tonight, and piss with the missing icons in Blogspot, I will put a picture in that shows an example of the boom trucks, which are considerably more frequent, by an order of magnitude compared to pre-overt harassment onset in 2002. There is something very important for the perps to discover about me that is elevated, above me, and I would suggest that this summer's close-in tracking me with helicopters and some other odd low flying aircraft is all part of these elevation related enegetic interaction parameters they appear to be researching.
I also had to suffer a supermarket shopping excursion with my mother and the host of freaks of the Unfavored Fuckwits, aka gangstalkers. There was the do-rag dude, the overtall cafe-au-lait negro, the deep green anorak (teflon membrane) and a few more that kept repeatedly buzzing by (5x at least per Fuckwit Freak) and loitering doing pretend shopping. Plus the kiddie detail; old enough to be in school, this a Friday, and here they were in on the gangstalking act again. Then the insufferable slow-down at the checkout too, as they have me spoiled with the usually fast throughput of the local supermarket I use. And then there was the plastic bag blunderer act; a 60's old man in white hair and a black ball cap (sign of the Fuckwits it seems) who "happened" to be totally unaware of the fact that the 7' suspended roll of plastic bags for produce was trailing a fluttering plastic bag on his hat, and he kept moving while under it, pretending that he hadn't noticed this minor choreography. He clears out, and my mother wanders down to the same location, and pulls a bag from the same roll, the one that he had blundered into, and tears it off and uses it for one of her produce items. In effect, a "pre-touched" and "pre-conditioned" plastic bag by way of someone walking into it with their black ball cap and the rest of their energetic being. And lo, if the same Fuckwit didn't reprise himself near the checkout, his second featuring, unlike the other Freaks who kept hounding me aisle after aisle. Anyhow, outside to a sudden car alarm going off that noisetracked me past the pair gossiping at the sidewalk constriction, whom I had to pass 2x more to get the shopping basket returned, and to loading the groceries, returning the shopping basket, returning to the vehicle and when inside. This noise eruption at many of the key moments the perps like to heavily gangstalk; building egress, vehicle egress, and having me do an extra back and forth for returning the shopping cart with the aforementioned gangstalkers in place.
The city bus freakshow was in full complement, putting at least 40 Fuckwits on for the event, for a 1438h bus from suburbia to downtown on a Friday. Give me a break; the previous bus was 15 min. sooner at least and would of picked up most of the passengers, yet "somehow" this ridiculous amount of passengers is heading to downtown in mid-afternoon on a Friday. I had three of them at the bus stop in suburbia, and it just kept getting stuffed with the gangstalkers. The freaking baggy shorts in winter no less, on this 270lb dude was next to me with a T-shirt (this is PNW winter don't forget) to show of his tattoos, an ongoing Unfavored item the perps like me to see and otherwise be exposed to.
Another dude, though non-freakish, was on the cell phone the entire time, and angling to get into my lap it seemed, slouching down low and leaning back in the transverse seat in front of me. One knee to the head wouldn't of been too difficult, though the perps have a way of foiling one's physical intentions, even in mid action. I had other dudes from the older loitering male class also seated a little further away, sporting the red hat bullshit again. And what is with all these elder ballcap waring Fuckwits all over the place, now worse than shorts in winter? But for once they didn't assign a tail on me when exiting the bus, or at least, not in the direction that I was headed.
I did have my police emergency light show on one block further; a burgundy VW camper van (called a Westfalia here) "happened" to be stopped in mid street with the police cruiser behind it and the blue and red lights flashing. Like WTF; who in a Westfalia is worth pulling over? But as these VW camper vans are gangstalking favorites as their engine is rearmost, behind the rear axle, the engine is spinning the opposite direction if viewed from the side. Or, at least, that is my theory on why they like to gangstalk with this vehicle, and yes, I did own two such VW vans, serial acquisitions and with much financial pain and grief as they were so breakdown prone. The final straw was replacing parts on them that were still under warranty, and of course, paying the mechanic the time to pull out the part and get the new one put in. I swore I would never purchase another VW, and haven't since. Even if the underpowered VW vans are no longer manufacturered.
2400h
Pissing around with paying bills, always a perp need, which was preceded by the usual crap-gone-wrong; three plungings and a shower to clean up is all I will divulge, the reality being much more fraught. They have done something like thin 99.9% of the time they script a crap, and often it is before or after my month-end Quicken accounting reconciliation. Go figure, but colors are important enough to script negro gangstalkers (read, brown) loitering around when I visit the ATM, or when my in-town brother got a $2700 pay out for his auction items.
The Quicken file got lost in the shuffle of the back up files being reworked to be on the new backup disc pair, and the most recent manual backups were in August, so I had to re-enter all my renaming rules to ensure the mangled bank debit card payees mapped to my readable Quicken names. As usual, more adversity with the infernal Quicken application, as its clunkiness is exploited to create further problems in what is being described in the pop-up boxes as well as each listed item. I was ready to toss Quicken about 09-2010, but because the downloading was different, I had to upgrade instead to keep my files readable and all the financial history back to 2005 when I was allowed to resume it again. They had me kill my hard drive in 2002 as part of the overt harassment onset, losing everything, by way of planted paranoia as to who was fucking and for what reason. Eventually I rebuilt with a new hard drive and resumed Quicken use, and even had it running on my Palm Pilot so the mobile device could synchronize with the Quicken records on the PC. I had my financial records up to date, by the day and item with my trusty Palm Pilot. That all changed of course, as in 2002 they broke two Palm Pilots, eventually getting a third that then had indeterminate battery problems that Sony fixed for $70. Then when fixed, masers were firing out of the Palm Pilot, and so I gave it up, and I have never been so "connected" since then, which is different now, as the organizer (PDA, Personal Digital Assistant) has now become the so-called "smart phone", and the world of apps that it brings. So no, I don't have a "smart phone" of any kind, and don't expect to get one, though in all likelihood, the assholes will build up my "need" to then get aligned with the rest of the connected world to then emulate and defeat what transactionsand cognitive functions that maybe associated with these devices. Not for some time yet it would seem.
The assholes have a number of items that were "needed", per planted notions, that have never been used, in keeping with their strategy of having important (to them) items "lie fallow", that is, not be used for a time. Of note are the steel toed boots acquired in 09-2008, and the measuring cups and spoons for cooking, acquired in 04-2010. There are others, but they like to remind me that these are for future use, and it sure gets fucking tedious to know that there are grand plans that have not yet been exercised. Like most TI's, I am fed up, and want to be told what the next gig is, how much it pays, how much I get to save, and how much torture it is. Better yet, I want to be left alone, and don't see why what I like or dislike, aka the Favored and the Unfavored, is a full time exposition for thousands of abusive and pandering Fuckwits who are traitorous quislings in need of the namesake's end.
Enough ranting and on with what I expect to be a slow Saturday, the worst day of the week as a rule.
After a ringing cursing at the sickos for turning off my PC when I thought I would be booting into my Windows account (by turning the PC off), the Fuckers are still at it by blocking my access to my email after one item was looked at. "Somehow", it hung on going back to the last page, and so I might have to shut that web-application down. Just more examples of the petty and abusive insanity (theirs) that I get exposed to all day long.
1955h
A late afternoon, ~1630h, nap attack earlier, 1.5 hours worth, and awakening with the sound of repeated on-off use of a seeming noisy faucet by the putative neighbor. No one in their right mind would operate a faucet this way, but as this noise and the on-off nature of it seems to be so important to the perps for the last few months, I wasn't too surprised it would erupt during the transition from horizontal to vertical. And of late, the perps have been adding a squeaky noise component in with the faux faucet noise, as if the putative faucets suddenly got tight or whatever conventional reasons there may be. And ditto for the overhead rumbling noise, it has also developed a squeaky component, as if it were some very large wheeled safe being randomly trundled around on a smooth floor upstairs. One of those No Ostensible Cause (NOC) noises that is patently absurd, never mind the fact that it can arrive overhead no matter where I am, and that the putative safe gets to ride on a smooth floor when they are all carpeted, kitchen and bathroom excepted. Besides, who would be pushing a safe around their apartment in the first place? I do get the in-street pallet jack dudes, ones pushing a large steel device on wheels that lifts pallets up to transport them, a "ground hugging" object, not unlike the legions of wheeled luggage totes and grocery hampers that have erupted in my proximity in the last 8.5 years of this insane abuse stream.
It was a First Feral Family visitation and drive-around adventure this morning after getting up early to apply online for a few jobs. My perp-abetting mother claiming residual snow and wet conditions as well as the many stops as the reason she couldn't do the driving herself. And were they ever ready for gangstalking. Ready, as in props and partial road closures, though there were plenty of Unfavored Fuckwits loitering about. The even had deep green grafitti on the bus next to my seat as part of their green color fixation, and later accompaniment by same deep green colored vehicle, four at a glance at one point. The real story was the boom trucks, the ones typically used for high overhead maintenance work, on power poles and the like. There were two white boom trucks at the crest of Sinclair hill, constricting traffic for one flag person controlled egress. The booms were white with some yellow on them, and it seemed like it was a big powerline upgrade in progress. Then, at the bottom of the hill, why three clustered boom trucks with samed colored white and yellow booms, but the truck bodies in an insipid green color. They blocked egress to one side of the road that led to this shopping center, so I took an alternate route to then end up parking just below them, parking seemingly busy. We go inside the specialty grocery store to order a turkey for Christmas, and lo, at the rear of the store where the meat section is, why, a 12' yellow (same as boom truck yellow) fiberglass stringered stepladder is set up in the aisle, and right behind us. At first some dude was up the ladder, and he later disappeared. So.... here we have three similar colored props of two kinds (boom trucks, tall ladder), with personnel raised above me in each case, tracking me from hill top, to hill bottom and into the adjacent store. And if I manage to exert some effort tonight, and piss with the missing icons in Blogspot, I will put a picture in that shows an example of the boom trucks, which are considerably more frequent, by an order of magnitude compared to pre-overt harassment onset in 2002. There is something very important for the perps to discover about me that is elevated, above me, and I would suggest that this summer's close-in tracking me with helicopters and some other odd low flying aircraft is all part of these elevation related enegetic interaction parameters they appear to be researching.
I also had to suffer a supermarket shopping excursion with my mother and the host of freaks of the Unfavored Fuckwits, aka gangstalkers. There was the do-rag dude, the overtall cafe-au-lait negro, the deep green anorak (teflon membrane) and a few more that kept repeatedly buzzing by (5x at least per Fuckwit Freak) and loitering doing pretend shopping. Plus the kiddie detail; old enough to be in school, this a Friday, and here they were in on the gangstalking act again. Then the insufferable slow-down at the checkout too, as they have me spoiled with the usually fast throughput of the local supermarket I use. And then there was the plastic bag blunderer act; a 60's old man in white hair and a black ball cap (sign of the Fuckwits it seems) who "happened" to be totally unaware of the fact that the 7' suspended roll of plastic bags for produce was trailing a fluttering plastic bag on his hat, and he kept moving while under it, pretending that he hadn't noticed this minor choreography. He clears out, and my mother wanders down to the same location, and pulls a bag from the same roll, the one that he had blundered into, and tears it off and uses it for one of her produce items. In effect, a "pre-touched" and "pre-conditioned" plastic bag by way of someone walking into it with their black ball cap and the rest of their energetic being. And lo, if the same Fuckwit didn't reprise himself near the checkout, his second featuring, unlike the other Freaks who kept hounding me aisle after aisle. Anyhow, outside to a sudden car alarm going off that noisetracked me past the pair gossiping at the sidewalk constriction, whom I had to pass 2x more to get the shopping basket returned, and to loading the groceries, returning the shopping basket, returning to the vehicle and when inside. This noise eruption at many of the key moments the perps like to heavily gangstalk; building egress, vehicle egress, and having me do an extra back and forth for returning the shopping cart with the aforementioned gangstalkers in place.
The city bus freakshow was in full complement, putting at least 40 Fuckwits on for the event, for a 1438h bus from suburbia to downtown on a Friday. Give me a break; the previous bus was 15 min. sooner at least and would of picked up most of the passengers, yet "somehow" this ridiculous amount of passengers is heading to downtown in mid-afternoon on a Friday. I had three of them at the bus stop in suburbia, and it just kept getting stuffed with the gangstalkers. The freaking baggy shorts in winter no less, on this 270lb dude was next to me with a T-shirt (this is PNW winter don't forget) to show of his tattoos, an ongoing Unfavored item the perps like me to see and otherwise be exposed to.
Another dude, though non-freakish, was on the cell phone the entire time, and angling to get into my lap it seemed, slouching down low and leaning back in the transverse seat in front of me. One knee to the head wouldn't of been too difficult, though the perps have a way of foiling one's physical intentions, even in mid action. I had other dudes from the older loitering male class also seated a little further away, sporting the red hat bullshit again. And what is with all these elder ballcap waring Fuckwits all over the place, now worse than shorts in winter? But for once they didn't assign a tail on me when exiting the bus, or at least, not in the direction that I was headed.
I did have my police emergency light show on one block further; a burgundy VW camper van (called a Westfalia here) "happened" to be stopped in mid street with the police cruiser behind it and the blue and red lights flashing. Like WTF; who in a Westfalia is worth pulling over? But as these VW camper vans are gangstalking favorites as their engine is rearmost, behind the rear axle, the engine is spinning the opposite direction if viewed from the side. Or, at least, that is my theory on why they like to gangstalk with this vehicle, and yes, I did own two such VW vans, serial acquisitions and with much financial pain and grief as they were so breakdown prone. The final straw was replacing parts on them that were still under warranty, and of course, paying the mechanic the time to pull out the part and get the new one put in. I swore I would never purchase another VW, and haven't since. Even if the underpowered VW vans are no longer manufacturered.
2400h
Pissing around with paying bills, always a perp need, which was preceded by the usual crap-gone-wrong; three plungings and a shower to clean up is all I will divulge, the reality being much more fraught. They have done something like thin 99.9% of the time they script a crap, and often it is before or after my month-end Quicken accounting reconciliation. Go figure, but colors are important enough to script negro gangstalkers (read, brown) loitering around when I visit the ATM, or when my in-town brother got a $2700 pay out for his auction items.
The Quicken file got lost in the shuffle of the back up files being reworked to be on the new backup disc pair, and the most recent manual backups were in August, so I had to re-enter all my renaming rules to ensure the mangled bank debit card payees mapped to my readable Quicken names. As usual, more adversity with the infernal Quicken application, as its clunkiness is exploited to create further problems in what is being described in the pop-up boxes as well as each listed item. I was ready to toss Quicken about 09-2010, but because the downloading was different, I had to upgrade instead to keep my files readable and all the financial history back to 2005 when I was allowed to resume it again. They had me kill my hard drive in 2002 as part of the overt harassment onset, losing everything, by way of planted paranoia as to who was fucking and for what reason. Eventually I rebuilt with a new hard drive and resumed Quicken use, and even had it running on my Palm Pilot so the mobile device could synchronize with the Quicken records on the PC. I had my financial records up to date, by the day and item with my trusty Palm Pilot. That all changed of course, as in 2002 they broke two Palm Pilots, eventually getting a third that then had indeterminate battery problems that Sony fixed for $70. Then when fixed, masers were firing out of the Palm Pilot, and so I gave it up, and I have never been so "connected" since then, which is different now, as the organizer (PDA, Personal Digital Assistant) has now become the so-called "smart phone", and the world of apps that it brings. So no, I don't have a "smart phone" of any kind, and don't expect to get one, though in all likelihood, the assholes will build up my "need" to then get aligned with the rest of the connected world to then emulate and defeat what transactionsand cognitive functions that maybe associated with these devices. Not for some time yet it would seem.
The assholes have a number of items that were "needed", per planted notions, that have never been used, in keeping with their strategy of having important (to them) items "lie fallow", that is, not be used for a time. Of note are the steel toed boots acquired in 09-2008, and the measuring cups and spoons for cooking, acquired in 04-2010. There are others, but they like to remind me that these are for future use, and it sure gets fucking tedious to know that there are grand plans that have not yet been exercised. Like most TI's, I am fed up, and want to be told what the next gig is, how much it pays, how much I get to save, and how much torture it is. Better yet, I want to be left alone, and don't see why what I like or dislike, aka the Favored and the Unfavored, is a full time exposition for thousands of abusive and pandering Fuckwits who are traitorous quislings in need of the namesake's end.
Enough ranting and on with what I expect to be a slow Saturday, the worst day of the week as a rule.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
TI Plasma Land
1015h
What I should of named this blog; plasma flashes and projections are constant, and constantly force to to avert my gaze along with similarly perturbing masers. That is, my vision is constantly speckled, flashed, degraded, messed with or otherwise jerked with 100% of the time, and both central vision, and peripherial vision. The latter gets "special treatment" as they will add in objects that I wouldn't be ordinarily seeing, and would be outside my range of vision, except the assholes want more exposure time. I won't get into it any more, as it is personal to some extent, given the absurdity of that term when every Fuckwit in town knows just exactly what I like and don't like, (aka Favored and Unfavored) long before I was made consciously aware of it through repeated presentation in the gangstalking and street stunts shows over the past eight years.
And part of the goings on of late are to have me wear my hair long and have it dangle in view, creating vertical fringes that they like to intermix with vertical plasma beams, on this very LCD as I type, along with the loud mufflered vehicle bursts that somehow get through my earmuffs that I am compelled to wear. And as I type this, some left eye vision fuckery is going on, as if something landed in my eye. The degree of relentless obsession over my every thought and action is more intrusive than ever.
It looks to be another shut-in day when I thought I was to get some outside time today; my perp abetting mother and her flip flopping plans and spew of duplicity takes the day again. If it weren't for the mind-fuck games I wouldn't have anything to do with her bullshit, but they let that happen only once, and then it was defeated. I was to be driving her before and after her eye testing which is to be done in the next block, and was to hear of the pickup and drop off plans last night, and didn't. Just another jerkaround, what else is new?
Well, I did get some very peculiar smells driven up my nose this morning; first when I opened the peanut butter, and again for the blackberry jam, and then again when I put the latter on the former on the gluten free bread. Lets just say that the smells were of human origin, and not from me, and timed precisely for the brown and red food exposures. No doubt said smells will reprise sometime later today if the sickos stick with their usual pattern. Though, the nature of these smells does suggest a darker abusive episode of the deleted memory years, 1956 to 59, one that they now like to posit, albeit in very dicrete and infrequent planted suggestions. When one lives with mind invasive tyranny, and finds it to be 99% bullshit, down to the smallest perception, one doesn't believe anything from that particular source. Keeping the FUD fucking going it would seem. And on comes the most loathed motorcycle noise from outside, and now a siren cascade that is quite loud, even through the earmuffs I am wearing.
Last night's games, typical for a Monday night, were to keep me awake for at least an hour of planted and fast cycling thoughts, the usual forced head flipping like any night before sleep is permitted, and then on came the dude-talk bullshit. A 0100h dude chat from a putative nearby apartment that started up, and the perp sickos find great interest of late, perhaps to inculcate me to believe that the dudes are OK. As in not; the preponderance of shiftless males loitering about without apparent day jobs is getting much more obvious each passing week. I have heard of horsed reacting violently to the presence of males due to past abuses, and that just might be the case if I am ever allowed to find out what the fuck they did to me way back when. It seemed that it was so bad they had to delete my recall. Many of those similarly abused under government auspices do recall what has happened, if only latteraly in their 40's and 50's. Some found themselves to have multiple personalities, and others are just plain messed up and have never made it in the adult working world.
Now the beeping has started up, horns, and the one note whistle noise of no ostensible origin, a noise that plagued me 2005 to 2006, and is now reprising. Other noises of that particular residency have also been reprising in my earmuffs when they definitely don't happen here. Now more siren chirping and so it goes. Noise upon noise, crafted and segued to endles variation and in combination with what I am doing or thinking.
12`0h
Two days ago I set up my mother's PC (containing the motherboard of my former one), with Picasa, the Google supplied free download photo management software. When installing it, the software scoops all the picture/image files it can find and puts them into collections as a first attempt to add order. It did a decent job of it, and somehow added a bunch of sample jpg files and such, many of them with pictures of negroes in them. Where they came from I have no idea, but I spent a while cleaning up these "extras", and lo, if some of the pics and collections I was keeping just didn't disappear in the next refresh. Another one of those poof!, gone jerkarounds, the exact same thing that happened about a year ago when rationalizing the Picasa collections on my own PC. This year though, they allowed me to "realize", per planted thought, that I could recoer them from the Recycle bin, which I was about to do when my mother "happened" to come by. I briefly explained that some of the photos went missing, and she said something to the effect that maybe they got lost in setting up Picasa. Like WTF; she is so totally useless with PC's and any related concept, and then she somehow knew that I had gone through a round of file manipulations beforehand, and then "accurately" suggested that might have been the problem. And as it was, she was there when I restored the files in the wretched Windows Explorer tool, and lo, if they didn't recover just as they had been, and all viewable from Picasa. Yet more evidence that she is connected to this insane abusive scam, knows the script, and knows exactly what to say, and leaving a little hint that this is the case.
What the sickos get from me doing file manipulations I don't know; having me delete files or email is always a noise stalking event, even for document files or saving this blog posting as it becomes written. But it seems they wanted to replicate the past fuckery of having me think the files were lost, and then having her on hand when I recovered them. Just fucking bizarre.
1545h
1630h
More noise through the earmuffs and seeming to be a shut-in day owing to promised contact not materializing. The "freeze victim in headlights" (captive to a plan that doesn't unfold) trick again.
1715h
Eating a kiwi fruit after dinner turned into a big siren noise event. I think noise eruptions nearly always cover me for eating this particular green fruit, with brown skin and black seeds inside. Not only that, the sirens covered me for retrieving the bag from the fridge, opening it anew, grasping one kiwi fruit, putting the bag back, removing the sticker on the fruit, all while eating it, and then some more after I had finished, crossed the floor, booted the PC and sat down to wait for it to complete boot-up. Exciting stuff for sick minds, hounding me over what my mouth contents are.
1810h
Some video was allowed to be viewed; Claudia Mullen, a TI on youtube making what looks to be a Congressional committee presentation.
1835h
Watching a video of alternate archeology on Project Camelot, Klaus Dona, one hour 27 min. I am getting the extra outside noise at certain junctures, causing me to take my earmuffs off and plug my ears. Fun and games. The sickos had me watching videos late last week when dark, but have now moved this activity to earlier in the evening, pre-tea time even. All these regular activities are important for scripting according to the natural lighting conditions. And a German accent exposure in listening to this video, and I have known the perps to put on this as background chatter when I was doing volunteer work back in 2007. Which begs the question as to why they set that up, having someone speak loudly on the phone, in German accented English, and then slide into German, which I didn't pick up.
2120h
I did my month end accounting tonight, always a big perp interest event, all those financial transaction recordings and itemizing. I am barely break even, so no fancy keyboard for me, to replace this wretched spongey one. And of all things, they didn't rage-ify me while doing the accounting for May, though they did fuck me around for at least 20 forced mistakes, and have me pound the keyboard a few times. And of all things, after jerking my ass around for over six years of doing month end accounting, they finally let my bank statement read down just like Quicken. At least over three years ago the bank statement read from the bottom of the page to the top, and then the bank added buttons to change the date order but they mysteriously didn't work, so I had to read Quicken down and the bank statement up from the bottom, a piss off to be sure, and a source of intense perp fuckery in having me look in the wrong direction on the wrong statement. At least a hundred rage-ifications on that one alone. And this month, they let me click on the date order button, and lo, if it didn't work. Putting them on the page display and not having them work for over two years; what was the point of that obsessive fuckery?
Other bullshit tonight was to have the plasma games on the LCD display, darkening down one side of the screen or the top or bottom and having it flash and waver for whatever reason, especially after switching from one color (bank) to another (cash account).
2240h
This shut-in day is over; plenty of chirps in the headphones that curiously erupt when I move the mouse. All to keep me tracked, in audio and in vision.
Not done yet; I had CC Cleaner running, a file cleanup program, and then while in Windows Explorer and looking at the Temp directory, the music I was listening to suddenly stopped when I saw the files disappear. Then the running water noise started up, heard through the headphones, while I was complaining out loud as to who turned off the music. Just one of those "happenings" when one has magnets at their ears.
What I should of named this blog; plasma flashes and projections are constant, and constantly force to to avert my gaze along with similarly perturbing masers. That is, my vision is constantly speckled, flashed, degraded, messed with or otherwise jerked with 100% of the time, and both central vision, and peripherial vision. The latter gets "special treatment" as they will add in objects that I wouldn't be ordinarily seeing, and would be outside my range of vision, except the assholes want more exposure time. I won't get into it any more, as it is personal to some extent, given the absurdity of that term when every Fuckwit in town knows just exactly what I like and don't like, (aka Favored and Unfavored) long before I was made consciously aware of it through repeated presentation in the gangstalking and street stunts shows over the past eight years.
And part of the goings on of late are to have me wear my hair long and have it dangle in view, creating vertical fringes that they like to intermix with vertical plasma beams, on this very LCD as I type, along with the loud mufflered vehicle bursts that somehow get through my earmuffs that I am compelled to wear. And as I type this, some left eye vision fuckery is going on, as if something landed in my eye. The degree of relentless obsession over my every thought and action is more intrusive than ever.
It looks to be another shut-in day when I thought I was to get some outside time today; my perp abetting mother and her flip flopping plans and spew of duplicity takes the day again. If it weren't for the mind-fuck games I wouldn't have anything to do with her bullshit, but they let that happen only once, and then it was defeated. I was to be driving her before and after her eye testing which is to be done in the next block, and was to hear of the pickup and drop off plans last night, and didn't. Just another jerkaround, what else is new?
Well, I did get some very peculiar smells driven up my nose this morning; first when I opened the peanut butter, and again for the blackberry jam, and then again when I put the latter on the former on the gluten free bread. Lets just say that the smells were of human origin, and not from me, and timed precisely for the brown and red food exposures. No doubt said smells will reprise sometime later today if the sickos stick with their usual pattern. Though, the nature of these smells does suggest a darker abusive episode of the deleted memory years, 1956 to 59, one that they now like to posit, albeit in very dicrete and infrequent planted suggestions. When one lives with mind invasive tyranny, and finds it to be 99% bullshit, down to the smallest perception, one doesn't believe anything from that particular source. Keeping the FUD fucking going it would seem. And on comes the most loathed motorcycle noise from outside, and now a siren cascade that is quite loud, even through the earmuffs I am wearing.
Last night's games, typical for a Monday night, were to keep me awake for at least an hour of planted and fast cycling thoughts, the usual forced head flipping like any night before sleep is permitted, and then on came the dude-talk bullshit. A 0100h dude chat from a putative nearby apartment that started up, and the perp sickos find great interest of late, perhaps to inculcate me to believe that the dudes are OK. As in not; the preponderance of shiftless males loitering about without apparent day jobs is getting much more obvious each passing week. I have heard of horsed reacting violently to the presence of males due to past abuses, and that just might be the case if I am ever allowed to find out what the fuck they did to me way back when. It seemed that it was so bad they had to delete my recall. Many of those similarly abused under government auspices do recall what has happened, if only latteraly in their 40's and 50's. Some found themselves to have multiple personalities, and others are just plain messed up and have never made it in the adult working world.
Now the beeping has started up, horns, and the one note whistle noise of no ostensible origin, a noise that plagued me 2005 to 2006, and is now reprising. Other noises of that particular residency have also been reprising in my earmuffs when they definitely don't happen here. Now more siren chirping and so it goes. Noise upon noise, crafted and segued to endles variation and in combination with what I am doing or thinking.
12`0h
Two days ago I set up my mother's PC (containing the motherboard of my former one), with Picasa, the Google supplied free download photo management software. When installing it, the software scoops all the picture/image files it can find and puts them into collections as a first attempt to add order. It did a decent job of it, and somehow added a bunch of sample jpg files and such, many of them with pictures of negroes in them. Where they came from I have no idea, but I spent a while cleaning up these "extras", and lo, if some of the pics and collections I was keeping just didn't disappear in the next refresh. Another one of those poof!, gone jerkarounds, the exact same thing that happened about a year ago when rationalizing the Picasa collections on my own PC. This year though, they allowed me to "realize", per planted thought, that I could recoer them from the Recycle bin, which I was about to do when my mother "happened" to come by. I briefly explained that some of the photos went missing, and she said something to the effect that maybe they got lost in setting up Picasa. Like WTF; she is so totally useless with PC's and any related concept, and then she somehow knew that I had gone through a round of file manipulations beforehand, and then "accurately" suggested that might have been the problem. And as it was, she was there when I restored the files in the wretched Windows Explorer tool, and lo, if they didn't recover just as they had been, and all viewable from Picasa. Yet more evidence that she is connected to this insane abusive scam, knows the script, and knows exactly what to say, and leaving a little hint that this is the case.
What the sickos get from me doing file manipulations I don't know; having me delete files or email is always a noise stalking event, even for document files or saving this blog posting as it becomes written. But it seems they wanted to replicate the past fuckery of having me think the files were lost, and then having her on hand when I recovered them. Just fucking bizarre.
1545h
More reading of "A Nation Betrayed" by Carol Rutz, a survivor of 1950's and 1960's nonconsensual human experimentation. She recalls the players and many things they said and did. That included placing sleeves through her skull, (she was 8 to 10 at the time), as permanent guildeways for electronic probes to be put into her brain, even while active, as the experimentor wanted to know what she thought or saw in relation to the depth and location of the probe. She met one of Canada's esteemed neurologists, Dr. Wilder Penfield, as a subject of course, though he would personally walk her through the buildings and hallways of McGill University. I find it interesting that Dr. Penfield says, “we only have 10 days to get this done. She is of above average intelligence but below average ability to travel the time continuum”. p. 65. He was talking to a colleague with Carol Rutz beside him, and then goes on about accessing the two alters, naming them, and says that he hopes to reach the seat of the soul. All of which tells me was that he wasn't just doing the research for journals and publication, but that he was knowingly doing research for covert organizations far outside any approved protocols, especially with a child as a subject. In other words, he was CIA guided, and was likely so from the days he established the McGill Neurological institute.
In another quote on p. 58, "Psychokinesis occurs via an energy exchange, or a cummunication, bertween the experimentor and the subject." Quoted from CIA Mori ID 173512. Well, could this be what the sickos are all about, having their Fuckwits stare at me, or alternately, look away in the most ridiculous of circumstances? They are looking for some kind of primal exchange, and perform great amounts of effort to ensure slow and graduated introductions to the person. Various methods are to have them on the phone at first, then later pehaps see them, (or more like, them me while they are in disguise), and eventually meet them. It makes me wonder about the whole cast of characters pre-overt/beserk event of 04-2002.
1630h
More noise through the earmuffs and seeming to be a shut-in day owing to promised contact not materializing. The "freeze victim in headlights" (captive to a plan that doesn't unfold) trick again.
1715h
Eating a kiwi fruit after dinner turned into a big siren noise event. I think noise eruptions nearly always cover me for eating this particular green fruit, with brown skin and black seeds inside. Not only that, the sirens covered me for retrieving the bag from the fridge, opening it anew, grasping one kiwi fruit, putting the bag back, removing the sticker on the fruit, all while eating it, and then some more after I had finished, crossed the floor, booted the PC and sat down to wait for it to complete boot-up. Exciting stuff for sick minds, hounding me over what my mouth contents are.
1810h
Some video was allowed to be viewed; Claudia Mullen, a TI on youtube making what looks to be a Congressional committee presentation.
1835h
Watching a video of alternate archeology on Project Camelot, Klaus Dona, one hour 27 min. I am getting the extra outside noise at certain junctures, causing me to take my earmuffs off and plug my ears. Fun and games. The sickos had me watching videos late last week when dark, but have now moved this activity to earlier in the evening, pre-tea time even. All these regular activities are important for scripting according to the natural lighting conditions. And a German accent exposure in listening to this video, and I have known the perps to put on this as background chatter when I was doing volunteer work back in 2007. Which begs the question as to why they set that up, having someone speak loudly on the phone, in German accented English, and then slide into German, which I didn't pick up.
2120h
I did my month end accounting tonight, always a big perp interest event, all those financial transaction recordings and itemizing. I am barely break even, so no fancy keyboard for me, to replace this wretched spongey one. And of all things, they didn't rage-ify me while doing the accounting for May, though they did fuck me around for at least 20 forced mistakes, and have me pound the keyboard a few times. And of all things, after jerking my ass around for over six years of doing month end accounting, they finally let my bank statement read down just like Quicken. At least over three years ago the bank statement read from the bottom of the page to the top, and then the bank added buttons to change the date order but they mysteriously didn't work, so I had to read Quicken down and the bank statement up from the bottom, a piss off to be sure, and a source of intense perp fuckery in having me look in the wrong direction on the wrong statement. At least a hundred rage-ifications on that one alone. And this month, they let me click on the date order button, and lo, if it didn't work. Putting them on the page display and not having them work for over two years; what was the point of that obsessive fuckery?
Other bullshit tonight was to have the plasma games on the LCD display, darkening down one side of the screen or the top or bottom and having it flash and waver for whatever reason, especially after switching from one color (bank) to another (cash account).
2240h
This shut-in day is over; plenty of chirps in the headphones that curiously erupt when I move the mouse. All to keep me tracked, in audio and in vision.
Not done yet; I had CC Cleaner running, a file cleanup program, and then while in Windows Explorer and looking at the Temp directory, the music I was listening to suddenly stopped when I saw the files disappear. Then the running water noise started up, heard through the headphones, while I was complaining out loud as to who turned off the music. Just one of those "happenings" when one has magnets at their ears.
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