1300h
As I opened up this create blog application I recieved the faux bus noise and a backup beeper and an airpressure release noist to accompany me. That is how it goes these days; every utterance is noisestalked, as is every proper noun and infrequent words that I might read. I finished reading the Canada's national newspaper, and was constantly noisestalked the entire time.
Part of the game in reading newspapers is for the perps to add extra shadow across the horizontal central fold, and as I encounter it when reading, going from a reasonably light background, the noisestalking and other phenomenon start for that brief duration of reading in this arranged shadow. A new phenonmenon is to pinch my nuts, adding a sustained minor pain component into the harassment action, as it seems the nut jabbing sensations of the last two months are no sufficient. As always, anything successful is exploited all the more, and that includes pissing me off all morning.
I had items pulled from my hands, excessive noise augmentations to anything I am doing, faked touches when I was clearly 6" away from the putative cause, at least four shaving "cuts" which are more like pore bleedings, countless forced and controlled "misreads" where the meaning of the written word is screwed with at the neural level all to detect how I determine the logical dicontinuities, and many more to keep me pissed off for the morning. And plenty of typo sabotage as I am keystroking and time to cease blogging for now.
And while reading some incongrous news online, a chirping and grinding noise started up overhead, and I cannot imagine how that could be attributable to "neighbor noise", but instead is consistent with the more blatant noise imposition from no attributable source.
1345h
A sudden brightness after a managed dinginess all morning, and especially while reading the newspaper. I was reading about gangstalking in Japan at that moment, something near and dear to the perp's heart; noise and phenomenon stalking while reading about the methods and terms of the constant harassment they inflict upon me. (Over 100,000 hits on Google for “Shu-dan stalker” in Japanese the author claims). This includes the "torture" word, and all its recent associations, as it is in the news so often of late, it could well be a planted theme, not unlike blondes.
And I did get a sight of a blonde woman standing in the apartment lobby when I set off for the grocery store, only a 3 minute walk. Her golden mane was draped over her black leather jacket and she was totally still, not moving in the slightest as I came from behind her and then passed through the adjacent door to her left. She was as close to the floor to ceiling glass as one sensibly could be, and would of been looking at me as I crossed her unyeilding line of vision. When I got back 10 minutes later, she was gone.
And in her place was a Mr. Green stalker, one who followed me at the checkout, and then "happened" to follow me back to this apartment building, waiting for the one working elevator while the other one has been shut down ofr no stated reason for the past three days. This dude made sure I saw him only in profile, at both locations, and with a goatee beard, possibly to inculcate or "train" me on being accustomed to seeing male beards and not being turned off from this face hiding "feature". The entire realm of who and how I look at my gangstalkers around me, and even online and in print, is highly managed and probably has a few perp themes to it besides beards, ponytails, red hair, curly hair (yesterday's blog), blonde hair, and the rest of the facial features. often partially, that the gangastalking demographics include.
The maser and plasma games have also being played more often as the rest of the harassment has escalated in the past two weeks, this week especially. Anytime I am to reach for an object there will be a maser close by, taking a magnetic measurement/assay of the air space my hand is to pass through, and often again as I retrieve the grasped object. And more masers while shaving; I cannot count them all, but there were at least six prominent 4" long, filamentous vertical blackish lines, hovering in mid-air or where my hand and razor blade passed through, and staying in position while shaving as specific area. Usually the bottom of the barrel event is for the perps to allow me to photograph the phenomenon, but as far as I can tell, they are still busy playing with these magnetic phenomenon.
Also "showing up" more often of late are what I call "dog hairs", that come from nowhere and are placed to be on my razor handle, or on me located where I about to shave. I have just exited the shower at that juncture, and I have never had so many of these hairs in past comparable situations. The hair looks as if it came from me, but if I shed head hair that often I would not have any. And similarly for the eyelash variant hairs that are also used in same manner. In both cases these will also show up wherever I have cleaned a surface, often a plastic one, again, seemingly from nowhere.
There are plasma blasts in front of the LCD display that I am using much more often. These are whitish puffs which decay inside a second or so, and seem to be related to remotely assaying the magnetic environment that is around me, and has been measured.
Another reminder of being irradiated was looking in the mirror and seeing the sad shape of my gums in my mouth. The crown margins show up to a 1/4" which is an awful lot when seen in one's mouth. It would seem that the increased irradiation of late is wearing down the gum tissue, not unlike the ionizing nuclear radiation, though I don't think it is the latter, as I would of been sick by now, if not expired. My theory is that the perps have not yet determined the energetic signature of gum tissue development, and are still intent on pummeling my gums until they find out. Or, they could be doing this as an aid to their current energetics operations to determine neural and concept related psi energies. Who knows exactly, but this week's visit to the dentist did not enlighten me as to how bad they looked, and I was only "allowed to know" how atrocious my gum attrition had when I was forced to look at them this morning. It is likely that this had been happening for months.
1510h
After tea and chocolate, and harassment over this by pulling objects from my grasp, adding extra noise to all my actions (e.g. putting down a teapot or the mug, putting the dinner plates away), heating the second cup to be hotter than the first, creating some 20 fine needle like slivers of chocolate that "happen" from breaking it along the score lines,creating and disseminating chocolate crumbs around the placement of the bar on the table, creating two extra parallel foil cuts from the one I made with the knife and a sliver of foil to contend with as well as some errant slivers that "evaded" my grasp and rotated to the floor parallel to my leg, and so it goes. In other words, continued aggravation just to do what can be done in my sleep even if my diet has been largely unvarying in over five years of being harassed. As I contemplate the downstream harassment for when they allow some variation in my diet, as in at least a year for now, the overhead rumbling has started up, as has the rain and noise making vehicles. The ambient light conditions were suddenly made dingey, incurring putting on the lights at this time. It is all part of the ongoing harassment perpetrated by the assholes who refuse to come out of the closet and front for this venal and depraved nonconsensual human experimentation I was sold into, at birth no less.
Now the siren cascade has begun, also signifying greater harassment interest at this juncture. This is typical of late, more intensified noise, especially the post-consuption digestive period.
1540h
A session of yawning has just begun, and is likely for the purpose of exposing my mouth contents for the perps, one of their basic harassment themes; how to manage for neural control from a remote location when the brain's color energy is changing due to food intake and residual color energies from the mouth itself. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps expend a huge amount of effort to expose the mouth contents of the operatives that are coursing around me at any given time.
The overhead pounding is also continuing intermittently and seem related to thoughts that occur but are not yet controlled. Aka thoughstalking.
1845h
Dinner and dishes are done, and the opportunity for the perps to continue to rag me is less when doing simpler tasks such as web surfing. After having battles with them over th properties of cling wrap for over five years, they decided that it should now cling, and lo, if it didn't all adhere to my wrist and inner arm, where they like to get touches.
1935h
Two separate rouds of hallway chatting outside my door, about 20 minutes apart, different pesonnel. Funny how it happens to me like this.
2000h
Another jocular conversation outside my door in the hallway, just after a siren noise; why all this tonight? Is it because I am reading about abductions by aliens? As far as I know, I have not been abducted thankfully.
2010h
Another hallway voice-over for my benefit I assume. No rest tonight it seems, while reading alien abduction stories. It is odd the perps want to noisestalk me on this topic when I consider it to be immaterial to my own harassment experience.
I have had buzzy feet all evening, and it seems that this is stanard procedure every few weeks where I am treated to this. I suspect that deep neural structures in the brainstem are energized which is where the perps seem to be looking these days. Any head zaps are in the neck, above my Adam's apple.
2035h
As I read a descriptive term of what is being done to me I got a zap and overhead pounding noise. Back to that venality again, and the fuckers know how much I like it.
2100h
A firecracker went off with a simultaneous zapping; and I made my complaints loud and clear this time, not that it will change the harassment script any.
2125h
Two Firefox browser hangs in succession = perp intrusion to rile me up. I restore the last session each time I boot up the PC, and tend to forget the passwords after a few weeks. Fortuneately, I recovered, though I am pissed off this keeps happening.
Now, at this time of night, a session of sheet metal pounding from the street; anything goes when it comes to harassment; recall the meter heads pulled from the street parking to allow continuous day and night parking in a two hour zone.
2210h
Another jerkaround tonight; the Youtube feed was interupted many times to stop the video and the audio feed, and have it resume in a few seconds. Any viewing was screwed with, over and above the video and audio synchronization "drift" that "happens" routinely.
Time to blog off for the day after finding most of my past link visitation annotation has been reset from purple (previously visited) back to blue (not visited). This makes for more perp games to screw with my recall as the prop of the annotation has been removed. Who would of done that on my PC? The perps seem to be prepping me to reread web pages without having a clue that I have already read the page. This is another "never-before", as I would rarely forget if I had read a web page, even going back years. And likely too, my recall would of been even better without these assholes messing with my head, e.g. irradiations of some kind, selective recall dithering.
And enough plasma games for a day; the white space on this LCD display has been filled in with an ever morphing greyish plasma background, undertaking some kind of greyscale testing of my vision and where and how I process what I see.
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Saturday, November 17, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Clunking and Tapping
1500h
I am getting the afternoon sleepies, and now the sirens as I type this. I had a reasonable sleep last night, not full restitution for the previous night of sleeplessness. I had the now usual hour of head flipping and outside noise to contend with before sleep was permitted. The noise games were cranked up; buses (seemingly) passing outside at 0100h, countless 2 cycle motorcycle noises as if this was the biker district, and all with the window closed, essentially louder than before. Then later in my sleep, more imposed dreams with the color red, and some kind of ugly renovation challenges thrown in the mix. All complete before my morning awakening, sometime around 0800h. The timing of my getting up was also adroitly planned to ensure that the sunshine coming through the window was splashing upon the zone between the fridge shelves and the opened fridge door, that intervening space where the food I selected passed through, much like last week's games with chocolate at the breakfast table.
I went grocery shopping earlier, and I got the "royal treatment" that only happens in the perverse perp world. A shopping buggy toting "resident" was holding the apartment door open for me to exit no less. Somehow an evasive heading to my mail box didn't occur, read mind-control. I have many pictures of the perp's shopping basket games on this website, but I wasn't prepared for the blatant "at your door" service that I experienced today. And as it "so happens", it was of identical color and design to that of the shopping basket outside the freezer door where I get my gluten free bread. And no less, it was an oversized model, and the remaining >50 others were all smaller, but of the same mid grey color. And to no surprise, an extra loaf of plastic wrapped frozen bread "leaped off" the shelf and fell to the base of the opened door when I retrieved my single loaf.
The gangstalking street action was on the light side for some unknown reason, but a full ambulatory and multicultural gangstalking experience was lined up, literally, for me when in the store. The guacamole was mysteriously absent from the usual cooler case again, and the next choice was tapenade, a particular mix that has some red tomatoes in it, confering an orange tone to the tapenade. And lo, if the closest ambulatory gangstalker 5' away wasn't wearing an identical colored orange chenille fabric sweater. And as it "so happened", she came to the next checkout when I was there later, and became a member of the multicultural human sandwich act that followed.
At the checkout, the perps put two negroes on 12' away, then the above orange sweatered gangstalker (Caucasian woman) was at the next checkout to mine. Then an Asian woman was stuffed right behind her. This was aligned as a "stack", a three deep multirace sandwich in front of me at the checkout, with all parties dithering around to extend this freaking idiot show for longer than would be normal for anyone in that situation.
I got at least four males on me at the dairy case for "my" (read, perp scripted) switch to goat's milk after being plied with many articles on how bad soy extract based foods are. There was the proverbial operative with the brown clipboard taking "notes", for his pretend stocking games, and three others in motion doing the dawdle. Before that, I got the blonde male weird MIB walking in my track in reverse; headed away from me when I got the cheese and the tapenade, and then reversing direction, and not even pretending to shop, and walking from where I was headed (brown tortillas), to where I was. All in this flat black color clothing, the new MIB look. There were a number of other criss-crossing operatives, and then I got to the checkout.
And the checkout had been specially arranged in one of the most bizarre setups I have seen to date. They arranged a sliding door cool case for pop to be parked behind the checkout belt so it was only partially viewable, and at least half of it was obstructed. Access to most of the cooler case was possible because it was a sliding door. And that allowed the operative in front of me to open the case, grab a drink in a brown colored can of some kind, and do the peruse act, pretending to be interested in its contents list, and after a minute or so, she put the can back.
I got an attractive punkish black haired girl as my cashier, but not before she was visited by a blonde cashier from another checkout for some kind of arranged confab, what I term "conveyance of the auric glow of blonde women".
Other perp created store action was this seeming renovation in the center of the store, and today, just for me, there were at least six coils of wire, some in a blue jacket, some in white, hanging from the ceiling at some 1' to 3' off the floor. Perfect for the energy assay activities the perps are up to, as I have come to learn. And now that the renovation has gone on for two weeks, I don't expect any great progress, as it was entirely needless in the first place.
I got out of the grocery store quick enough, and even had a few red plasma and maser on-street action on the way back. Then I read the newspaper back at my apartment. The newspaper reading has become a once per week mega event with not only all the colors on advertisements and the oversized images the perps like to put on, but also constant noisestalking while reading it. And per usual, there was the page folding games, where a raised fold hump would cast undue extra shadow on the page, and when I read the portion nearest the fold, the noisestalking would start up, and all the more when I straightened it out. This has gone on for years, but there is more of it of late.
1635h
A tea break with chocolate, and lo, if the offensive motorcycle noise wasn't scripted while a piece had been placed in my mouth. This is third time today, this same noise was scripted for the same event circumstance, eating or handling brown colored food. [Later; post-dinner- four concurences].
And a technology news item; "Electromagnetic Wormhole Possible with Invisibility Technology". In theory, I have no idea as to what a wormhole would look like, but I have seen suspended undulating globular objects that one cannot see through as part of the plasma and maser show, though slightly different in that no light came forth; it was black as can be. I find it interesting that these scientific advances, sometimes theoretical, are old hat to the perps and their manipulations. This is a news item included for documentation purposes only, as I cannot begin to fathom exactly what the perps are controlling at a fundamental level, beyond extra-conventional gravitic and object manipulations, and all electromagnetic fields, which also includes the human brain, mine in particular.
1710h
An overhead clunk with a simultaneous zapping.
Here are some more pictures from Thursday, 10-11-2007, when walking to and fro for yoga and gym class.
This same pickup again as on Tuesday, 10-09-2007, and the appliances still in the truck's box. Both appear to be laundry appliances, and regular readers will know how intensely obsessed the perps are about laundry. They even had my out-of-town brother purchase a commercial laundry business which I visited last month.
A brown and red vehicle, and brown and red, albeit a different red, dressed gangstalkers at this intersection where the perps are flooding me with bright clothing colors for the past two weeks. They once put on a supposedly sleeping geriatric at his walker on the sidewalk at this intersection once. Hilarious.
Same intersection, a different direction; a pair of side-by-side white vehicles stopped, two mobile silver-grey SUV's in file, two red vehicles ahead of the SUV's, and then a lead silver-grey vehicle ahead of it. Someone tell me this is random to my face.
The color red was a big one for male ambulatory gangstalkers that day, > 4. Here is the most absurd specimen, the businessmen act at 1530h when there are so few offices around this neighborhood, but at least he got some gangstalk time in next to the orange dayglo traffic re-direction signs. And placing orange dressed gangstalkers to red dressed ones has been evident of late. There is something the perps like about a good color clash, especially these two. Within about 10 seconds, he burst into a run to cross the street opposite to my direction, another gangstalking move, the sudden running "urgency".
1735h
The pre-dinnertime stunt silliness; a coughing and hacking from the hallway outside my door, and seemingly, all the better if it is unexpected, as I hadn't heard anyone walking or approaching. More motorcycle noise, as in like chopped Harley Davidson's, still pushing the limits of plausibility that such vehicles are in this neighborhood so often. Time for dinner to end this nonsense for now.
2000h
My headphones or my PC internet audio feed has been messed with, rendering any audio or video listening as hopeless, no matter the player software or source. After fucking three pairs of headphones and two CD players over four years, the perps finally relent and let me listen to music samples and some Youtube stuff. Now this jerkaround; I am totally pissed off to say the least.
2135h
The perps floated the notion that I could test the headphones with an audio CD. Good idea of theirs, and lo, no problem with the audio now.
More pictures from yesterday and today.
Three silver grey vehicles parked in file and with large intervening distances (~50'), something like yesterday's blog pictures on a different street.
Four silver grey vehicles parked in a cluster, one with both doors open doing the extended egress stunt. One blue one in the center of this all, and more blue action around the corner too. Note the building is also painted silver-grey, something the perps did about 05-2007 if memory serves me, but its first appearance is blogged.
On the other side of the parking lot (above), aligned along the sidewalk straight in, are two more silver-grey vehicles and two blue vehicles, one each side, making a silver-grey "sandwich".
Another look at the above vehicles from the (above) rightmost perspective, looking back. This was taken after I got out of LD and is not in precise chronological order. What struck me was that the vehicle windsheild rake angles are so similar and aligned. The blue mini-van on the immediate left above, is the same vehicle as that on the immediate right, below.
And lo, around the corner is a blue marquee of the LD store, and there is a blue dressed gangstalker on walker duty, aka "sentry duty". She is also on "Plastic Bag People" duty, hanging a plastic bag that is the ubiquitous preserve of any gangstalker near a grocery store.
All my gangstalking pals are arranged as I approach the LD entrance, there being one open door above the blue fleece jacketed operative doing the lean-over move at the flowers. The operative with the black hoodie (why?, warm day) looking into his plastic bag, kept this act up until I got close to the entrance and then pretended to almost blunder into my way, pulling a 180 degree turn and following me on my heels back into the store.
Another gangstalker on sentry duty, the gazing stalker on a walker. She was there when I was heading for the LD store, and this picture is upon exit. She is also in the photo above, (fourth above, with a woman in white crossing her path). This preponderance of loiterers never happened before the overt harassment, so why now? Beyond the woman there are three blue vehicles, three silver-grey vehicles and one red vehicle when I have zoomed in on this photo. More arrangements for me to pass by, not that I noticed until later.
Not the sharpest photo but one worth looking at zoomed in for the anaomalous arrangements of vehicle colors. One the left side of the street, parked in file are: two dark blue vehicles, three mid-grey vehicles and one silver-grey vehicle at the end of the string. Parked on the right side of the street, from right to left are: a same blue vehicle and a same mid-grey vehicle. A mobile mid-grey pickup truck is passing between these arranged files of parked vehicle, with a black or dark blue vehicle in front of it.
2220h
That should be enough photographic oddities for tonight, and time to blog off while listening to Eva Cassidy, Time After Time; one of my faves, and the perps know it more than I do.
I am getting the afternoon sleepies, and now the sirens as I type this. I had a reasonable sleep last night, not full restitution for the previous night of sleeplessness. I had the now usual hour of head flipping and outside noise to contend with before sleep was permitted. The noise games were cranked up; buses (seemingly) passing outside at 0100h, countless 2 cycle motorcycle noises as if this was the biker district, and all with the window closed, essentially louder than before. Then later in my sleep, more imposed dreams with the color red, and some kind of ugly renovation challenges thrown in the mix. All complete before my morning awakening, sometime around 0800h. The timing of my getting up was also adroitly planned to ensure that the sunshine coming through the window was splashing upon the zone between the fridge shelves and the opened fridge door, that intervening space where the food I selected passed through, much like last week's games with chocolate at the breakfast table.
I went grocery shopping earlier, and I got the "royal treatment" that only happens in the perverse perp world. A shopping buggy toting "resident" was holding the apartment door open for me to exit no less. Somehow an evasive heading to my mail box didn't occur, read mind-control. I have many pictures of the perp's shopping basket games on this website, but I wasn't prepared for the blatant "at your door" service that I experienced today. And as it "so happens", it was of identical color and design to that of the shopping basket outside the freezer door where I get my gluten free bread. And no less, it was an oversized model, and the remaining >50 others were all smaller, but of the same mid grey color. And to no surprise, an extra loaf of plastic wrapped frozen bread "leaped off" the shelf and fell to the base of the opened door when I retrieved my single loaf.
The gangstalking street action was on the light side for some unknown reason, but a full ambulatory and multicultural gangstalking experience was lined up, literally, for me when in the store. The guacamole was mysteriously absent from the usual cooler case again, and the next choice was tapenade, a particular mix that has some red tomatoes in it, confering an orange tone to the tapenade. And lo, if the closest ambulatory gangstalker 5' away wasn't wearing an identical colored orange chenille fabric sweater. And as it "so happened", she came to the next checkout when I was there later, and became a member of the multicultural human sandwich act that followed.
At the checkout, the perps put two negroes on 12' away, then the above orange sweatered gangstalker (Caucasian woman) was at the next checkout to mine. Then an Asian woman was stuffed right behind her. This was aligned as a "stack", a three deep multirace sandwich in front of me at the checkout, with all parties dithering around to extend this freaking idiot show for longer than would be normal for anyone in that situation.
I got at least four males on me at the dairy case for "my" (read, perp scripted) switch to goat's milk after being plied with many articles on how bad soy extract based foods are. There was the proverbial operative with the brown clipboard taking "notes", for his pretend stocking games, and three others in motion doing the dawdle. Before that, I got the blonde male weird MIB walking in my track in reverse; headed away from me when I got the cheese and the tapenade, and then reversing direction, and not even pretending to shop, and walking from where I was headed (brown tortillas), to where I was. All in this flat black color clothing, the new MIB look. There were a number of other criss-crossing operatives, and then I got to the checkout.
And the checkout had been specially arranged in one of the most bizarre setups I have seen to date. They arranged a sliding door cool case for pop to be parked behind the checkout belt so it was only partially viewable, and at least half of it was obstructed. Access to most of the cooler case was possible because it was a sliding door. And that allowed the operative in front of me to open the case, grab a drink in a brown colored can of some kind, and do the peruse act, pretending to be interested in its contents list, and after a minute or so, she put the can back.
I got an attractive punkish black haired girl as my cashier, but not before she was visited by a blonde cashier from another checkout for some kind of arranged confab, what I term "conveyance of the auric glow of blonde women".
Other perp created store action was this seeming renovation in the center of the store, and today, just for me, there were at least six coils of wire, some in a blue jacket, some in white, hanging from the ceiling at some 1' to 3' off the floor. Perfect for the energy assay activities the perps are up to, as I have come to learn. And now that the renovation has gone on for two weeks, I don't expect any great progress, as it was entirely needless in the first place.
I got out of the grocery store quick enough, and even had a few red plasma and maser on-street action on the way back. Then I read the newspaper back at my apartment. The newspaper reading has become a once per week mega event with not only all the colors on advertisements and the oversized images the perps like to put on, but also constant noisestalking while reading it. And per usual, there was the page folding games, where a raised fold hump would cast undue extra shadow on the page, and when I read the portion nearest the fold, the noisestalking would start up, and all the more when I straightened it out. This has gone on for years, but there is more of it of late.
1635h
A tea break with chocolate, and lo, if the offensive motorcycle noise wasn't scripted while a piece had been placed in my mouth. This is third time today, this same noise was scripted for the same event circumstance, eating or handling brown colored food. [Later; post-dinner- four concurences].
And a technology news item; "Electromagnetic Wormhole Possible with Invisibility Technology". In theory, I have no idea as to what a wormhole would look like, but I have seen suspended undulating globular objects that one cannot see through as part of the plasma and maser show, though slightly different in that no light came forth; it was black as can be. I find it interesting that these scientific advances, sometimes theoretical, are old hat to the perps and their manipulations. This is a news item included for documentation purposes only, as I cannot begin to fathom exactly what the perps are controlling at a fundamental level, beyond extra-conventional gravitic and object manipulations, and all electromagnetic fields, which also includes the human brain, mine in particular.
1710h
An overhead clunk with a simultaneous zapping.
Here are some more pictures from Thursday, 10-11-2007, when walking to and fro for yoga and gym class.
This same pickup again as on Tuesday, 10-09-2007, and the appliances still in the truck's box. Both appear to be laundry appliances, and regular readers will know how intensely obsessed the perps are about laundry. They even had my out-of-town brother purchase a commercial laundry business which I visited last month.
A brown and red vehicle, and brown and red, albeit a different red, dressed gangstalkers at this intersection where the perps are flooding me with bright clothing colors for the past two weeks. They once put on a supposedly sleeping geriatric at his walker on the sidewalk at this intersection once. Hilarious.
Same intersection, a different direction; a pair of side-by-side white vehicles stopped, two mobile silver-grey SUV's in file, two red vehicles ahead of the SUV's, and then a lead silver-grey vehicle ahead of it. Someone tell me this is random to my face.
The color red was a big one for male ambulatory gangstalkers that day, > 4. Here is the most absurd specimen, the businessmen act at 1530h when there are so few offices around this neighborhood, but at least he got some gangstalk time in next to the orange dayglo traffic re-direction signs. And placing orange dressed gangstalkers to red dressed ones has been evident of late. There is something the perps like about a good color clash, especially these two. Within about 10 seconds, he burst into a run to cross the street opposite to my direction, another gangstalking move, the sudden running "urgency".
1735h
The pre-dinnertime stunt silliness; a coughing and hacking from the hallway outside my door, and seemingly, all the better if it is unexpected, as I hadn't heard anyone walking or approaching. More motorcycle noise, as in like chopped Harley Davidson's, still pushing the limits of plausibility that such vehicles are in this neighborhood so often. Time for dinner to end this nonsense for now.
2000h
My headphones or my PC internet audio feed has been messed with, rendering any audio or video listening as hopeless, no matter the player software or source. After fucking three pairs of headphones and two CD players over four years, the perps finally relent and let me listen to music samples and some Youtube stuff. Now this jerkaround; I am totally pissed off to say the least.
2135h
The perps floated the notion that I could test the headphones with an audio CD. Good idea of theirs, and lo, no problem with the audio now.
More pictures from yesterday and today.
Three silver grey vehicles parked in file and with large intervening distances (~50'), something like yesterday's blog pictures on a different street.
Four silver grey vehicles parked in a cluster, one with both doors open doing the extended egress stunt. One blue one in the center of this all, and more blue action around the corner too. Note the building is also painted silver-grey, something the perps did about 05-2007 if memory serves me, but its first appearance is blogged.
On the other side of the parking lot (above), aligned along the sidewalk straight in, are two more silver-grey vehicles and two blue vehicles, one each side, making a silver-grey "sandwich".
Another look at the above vehicles from the (above) rightmost perspective, looking back. This was taken after I got out of LD and is not in precise chronological order. What struck me was that the vehicle windsheild rake angles are so similar and aligned. The blue mini-van on the immediate left above, is the same vehicle as that on the immediate right, below.
And lo, around the corner is a blue marquee of the LD store, and there is a blue dressed gangstalker on walker duty, aka "sentry duty". She is also on "Plastic Bag People" duty, hanging a plastic bag that is the ubiquitous preserve of any gangstalker near a grocery store.
All my gangstalking pals are arranged as I approach the LD entrance, there being one open door above the blue fleece jacketed operative doing the lean-over move at the flowers. The operative with the black hoodie (why?, warm day) looking into his plastic bag, kept this act up until I got close to the entrance and then pretended to almost blunder into my way, pulling a 180 degree turn and following me on my heels back into the store.
Another gangstalker on sentry duty, the gazing stalker on a walker. She was there when I was heading for the LD store, and this picture is upon exit. She is also in the photo above, (fourth above, with a woman in white crossing her path). This preponderance of loiterers never happened before the overt harassment, so why now? Beyond the woman there are three blue vehicles, three silver-grey vehicles and one red vehicle when I have zoomed in on this photo. More arrangements for me to pass by, not that I noticed until later.
Not the sharpest photo but one worth looking at zoomed in for the anaomalous arrangements of vehicle colors. One the left side of the street, parked in file are: two dark blue vehicles, three mid-grey vehicles and one silver-grey vehicle at the end of the string. Parked on the right side of the street, from right to left are: a same blue vehicle and a same mid-grey vehicle. A mobile mid-grey pickup truck is passing between these arranged files of parked vehicle, with a black or dark blue vehicle in front of it.
2220h
That should be enough photographic oddities for tonight, and time to blog off while listening to Eva Cassidy, Time After Time; one of my faves, and the perps know it more than I do.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Girl Guide Cookies
1510h
Today's cover story for operatives loitering outside the grocery store I went to was Girl Guides selling their cookies. At other times it is faux Amnesty International representatives, wandering around with their white plastic binders with a colored page insert in the transparent front pocket. But today, the perps outdid themselves by posting a young woman with a 30" diameter brown fabric cushion at her back, and one on her front with them loosely linked together, something like a sandwich board. At first she was visible from the inside checkout through the glass at the front of the store, and when I departed, I turned 90 degrees in front of her and had another look to make sure what I was seeing was for real. In passing, one of her mates said something about Girl Guide cookies, and then this ridiculous prop's cover story was allowed to be known to me. It was a oversized imitation cookie, this two cushion act. One cushion of brown fabric for facing me inside through the glass, and the front one when I went by after completion of my transaction at the checkout.
I was duly gangstalked at every turn in the store, and as usual, they were reprising themselves to appear at a new locations even before I got there. And more of the step-in-my-way act, putting on the inadvertent obstruction stunt. And while figuring out which coffee package to get, some rube in an orange anorak parades in front of me, placing himself between the (brown) coffee (in packages) and me. More of the peekaboo games, and passing operatives and vehicles in front of one another. This fucker was also putting on the stare, not bad for someone who was expecting that I was going to move without so much as an "excuse me", as he was walking so fast. Fucking bizarre to say the least.
The grocery store had changed its lighting since I was last there, about three days ago. It was brighter and there was considerably more reflectivity off the shelf item's packaging. And another renovation is going on inside, and I can only assume it has the dark hand of the perps behind it. This is the same grocery store that was repainted in a silver-grey paint this summer, one of the perp's top vehicular gangstalking colors.
I bought the national newspaper to read, and it is a huge source of harassment games for the perps. There is alternately page collapsing, page stiffening, excessive central fold shadow, excessive reflections off the page, plasma beams placed on or over the page, and of course all the placement of the content; colors, people pictures from the perp's chosen demographics, and even a black dude with white woman pictures for the perp's games over auric blending, or whatever their sick minds are up to.
As a rule, there is a huge shadow at the center line fold, and the perps put on the noisestalking anytime I am reading over the fold. They are onto something about text size, text color, and greyscale of the background of the text. This is not new, but seems to be of elevated importance to the perps of late. As always, what I read, and whatever the size of the text is not my problem, so why am I being hounded over this?
There will be no answer to that, and one can be assured that the above complaint has been planted into my thoughts, as I have come to know that most persistent habits, phrases and thoughts are nearly always planted. If the perps did not want this, they would expunge them , which they have done innumerable times since the overt harassment began in 2002.
1700h
A big read on deleterious food components, gluten, lectin, casien and soy. And when I encountered specific words and phrases, the noisestalking started for that brief moment.
1830h
More overhead pounding, this time accompanying vision assaults; turning a page of text that I was reading into a distorted shape. Other vision assaults have been placing bright point sources on my LCD panel, just out of central vision, a flash of light in front of me, color plasma displays in peripherial vision in addition to the many masers and plasma beams in my central vision. It is getting weirder and weirder as these assholes hack at my neural functions, keeping me under their microscope for continued depravity.
More snap, crackle and pop noises are "happening" in my vicinty. These are faked joint creakings, and without any sensation in the joints. Just blatant noise with a threadbare cover story that seems to suit someone's needs, but not mine. And too, it could well be about having me vocalize my complaint immediately following the sudden incursion. This goes on all day and evening; the planted joint noise, though interestingly, doesn't happen much during yoga or gym workouts.
A variant on this is the faked neck creakings that are heard, or more like, internally detected as noise, but again, aren't linked to any neck injury or sensation. The perps like to plant these anytime I move my neck when first at a new location or task, and then back off for a time. Owing to my aforementioned workouts, I am much more flexible than the average person for my age, and yet these neck creakings keep "happening". That really translates to more perp activity, especially the internal mouth and neck noises that are nonaural, not detected by my ears, but specific brain regions, bypassing normal auditory channels. This is a big deal for the sick assholes, and I am sure it has to do with exercising certain neural pathways and not others, so to remotely detect the applicable energies.
2220h
The pictures are from 10-05-2007, my double outing day of yoga and then gym in the afternoon.
This is the Victoria Police station; an amazing aerial collection, and the folded dipole type is exceedingly common, even on some houses in this town. These could be all normal police communications towers, but this is a considerable increase in their height and quantity when I last saw them.
I suppose having a green vehicle parked next to a green wall isn't very conspiratorial, and nor are the coffee cups lying on the sidewalk. However, the perps carry coffee with them on public streets and even in grocery stores in some kind of brown color referencing practice. And as these color energies appear to persist in the event that the contents of a container are emptied, it appears that these two coffee cups with spilled coffee beside them, are being tested for their "browness interaction" with me, and likely with the added complexity of having a significant amount of green color energy in close proximity.
Again, nothing too secretive about having a goof in a brown coat accessing his shopping basket that came from over a mile away, but as I see these shopping cart acts up to 6 times per day, and always in my proximity, it surely must be some kind of perp prop to measure energy fields, not unlike the near ubiquitious aerials .
Then again, same for ladders. By themselves they are don't convey much, but when I see over a hundred a day, in all kinds of configurations, and in or on vehicles in file, there has to be something about ladders, of varying construction materials, that the perps gain some kind of extra energy from, not unlike an aerial. These goofs parked on one side the road and carried the ladder across, effectively sweeping the road surface for its energies near me and the yoga classroom just before class. Note the matching colors of the green vehicle and the buildings, again, not a signature stalking event in itself, but having many photos of matching gangstalkers to background color, it just isn't a coincidence anymore.
A pair of black sedans on opposite sides of the one way street, and though not the same model or manufacturer, but with very similar profiles. Matching vehicles by design features such as windsheild rake angle is very common. A silver-grey and a red in file on the opposite side of the street are also part of the perp's game, the first mentioned color being leveraged as it is more likeable (by me), while I don't care for red colors much. There is a second silver-grey vehicle outside of the frame, behind the right-most silver-grey vehicle, visible in the pictures below. The blue vehicle is also in the mix probably for the same reason as the silver-grey vehicle behind it.
Further up the hill, a cluster of four white colored vehicles, one silver-grey vehicle, and one parked vehicle under a tree that I cannot make the color out. Then the cluster spreads apart and the perps put on individually pass-bys in front of the above setup of the two parked silver-greys in file, red, two blacks and blue vehicles.
The cluster spilts apart some more so that the pass-bys are individual, one at a time. I suspect that the perps are looking to see some kind of neural response to one color of vehicle placed in front of another color, the same thing they do with their gangstalking operatives in public locations, as they also have my family members do.
2300h
Time to call this day done, and leave the abundant masers and plasma beams for another day, maybe even for some early, ~0400h singing from somewhere like last night.
Today's cover story for operatives loitering outside the grocery store I went to was Girl Guides selling their cookies. At other times it is faux Amnesty International representatives, wandering around with their white plastic binders with a colored page insert in the transparent front pocket. But today, the perps outdid themselves by posting a young woman with a 30" diameter brown fabric cushion at her back, and one on her front with them loosely linked together, something like a sandwich board. At first she was visible from the inside checkout through the glass at the front of the store, and when I departed, I turned 90 degrees in front of her and had another look to make sure what I was seeing was for real. In passing, one of her mates said something about Girl Guide cookies, and then this ridiculous prop's cover story was allowed to be known to me. It was a oversized imitation cookie, this two cushion act. One cushion of brown fabric for facing me inside through the glass, and the front one when I went by after completion of my transaction at the checkout.
I was duly gangstalked at every turn in the store, and as usual, they were reprising themselves to appear at a new locations even before I got there. And more of the step-in-my-way act, putting on the inadvertent obstruction stunt. And while figuring out which coffee package to get, some rube in an orange anorak parades in front of me, placing himself between the (brown) coffee (in packages) and me. More of the peekaboo games, and passing operatives and vehicles in front of one another. This fucker was also putting on the stare, not bad for someone who was expecting that I was going to move without so much as an "excuse me", as he was walking so fast. Fucking bizarre to say the least.
The grocery store had changed its lighting since I was last there, about three days ago. It was brighter and there was considerably more reflectivity off the shelf item's packaging. And another renovation is going on inside, and I can only assume it has the dark hand of the perps behind it. This is the same grocery store that was repainted in a silver-grey paint this summer, one of the perp's top vehicular gangstalking colors.
I bought the national newspaper to read, and it is a huge source of harassment games for the perps. There is alternately page collapsing, page stiffening, excessive central fold shadow, excessive reflections off the page, plasma beams placed on or over the page, and of course all the placement of the content; colors, people pictures from the perp's chosen demographics, and even a black dude with white woman pictures for the perp's games over auric blending, or whatever their sick minds are up to.
As a rule, there is a huge shadow at the center line fold, and the perps put on the noisestalking anytime I am reading over the fold. They are onto something about text size, text color, and greyscale of the background of the text. This is not new, but seems to be of elevated importance to the perps of late. As always, what I read, and whatever the size of the text is not my problem, so why am I being hounded over this?
There will be no answer to that, and one can be assured that the above complaint has been planted into my thoughts, as I have come to know that most persistent habits, phrases and thoughts are nearly always planted. If the perps did not want this, they would expunge them , which they have done innumerable times since the overt harassment began in 2002.
1700h
A big read on deleterious food components, gluten, lectin, casien and soy. And when I encountered specific words and phrases, the noisestalking started for that brief moment.
1830h
More overhead pounding, this time accompanying vision assaults; turning a page of text that I was reading into a distorted shape. Other vision assaults have been placing bright point sources on my LCD panel, just out of central vision, a flash of light in front of me, color plasma displays in peripherial vision in addition to the many masers and plasma beams in my central vision. It is getting weirder and weirder as these assholes hack at my neural functions, keeping me under their microscope for continued depravity.
More snap, crackle and pop noises are "happening" in my vicinty. These are faked joint creakings, and without any sensation in the joints. Just blatant noise with a threadbare cover story that seems to suit someone's needs, but not mine. And too, it could well be about having me vocalize my complaint immediately following the sudden incursion. This goes on all day and evening; the planted joint noise, though interestingly, doesn't happen much during yoga or gym workouts.
A variant on this is the faked neck creakings that are heard, or more like, internally detected as noise, but again, aren't linked to any neck injury or sensation. The perps like to plant these anytime I move my neck when first at a new location or task, and then back off for a time. Owing to my aforementioned workouts, I am much more flexible than the average person for my age, and yet these neck creakings keep "happening". That really translates to more perp activity, especially the internal mouth and neck noises that are nonaural, not detected by my ears, but specific brain regions, bypassing normal auditory channels. This is a big deal for the sick assholes, and I am sure it has to do with exercising certain neural pathways and not others, so to remotely detect the applicable energies.
2220h
The pictures are from 10-05-2007, my double outing day of yoga and then gym in the afternoon.
This is the Victoria Police station; an amazing aerial collection, and the folded dipole type is exceedingly common, even on some houses in this town. These could be all normal police communications towers, but this is a considerable increase in their height and quantity when I last saw them.
I suppose having a green vehicle parked next to a green wall isn't very conspiratorial, and nor are the coffee cups lying on the sidewalk. However, the perps carry coffee with them on public streets and even in grocery stores in some kind of brown color referencing practice. And as these color energies appear to persist in the event that the contents of a container are emptied, it appears that these two coffee cups with spilled coffee beside them, are being tested for their "browness interaction" with me, and likely with the added complexity of having a significant amount of green color energy in close proximity.
Again, nothing too secretive about having a goof in a brown coat accessing his shopping basket that came from over a mile away, but as I see these shopping cart acts up to 6 times per day, and always in my proximity, it surely must be some kind of perp prop to measure energy fields, not unlike the near ubiquitious aerials .
Then again, same for ladders. By themselves they are don't convey much, but when I see over a hundred a day, in all kinds of configurations, and in or on vehicles in file, there has to be something about ladders, of varying construction materials, that the perps gain some kind of extra energy from, not unlike an aerial. These goofs parked on one side the road and carried the ladder across, effectively sweeping the road surface for its energies near me and the yoga classroom just before class. Note the matching colors of the green vehicle and the buildings, again, not a signature stalking event in itself, but having many photos of matching gangstalkers to background color, it just isn't a coincidence anymore.
A pair of black sedans on opposite sides of the one way street, and though not the same model or manufacturer, but with very similar profiles. Matching vehicles by design features such as windsheild rake angle is very common. A silver-grey and a red in file on the opposite side of the street are also part of the perp's game, the first mentioned color being leveraged as it is more likeable (by me), while I don't care for red colors much. There is a second silver-grey vehicle outside of the frame, behind the right-most silver-grey vehicle, visible in the pictures below. The blue vehicle is also in the mix probably for the same reason as the silver-grey vehicle behind it.
Further up the hill, a cluster of four white colored vehicles, one silver-grey vehicle, and one parked vehicle under a tree that I cannot make the color out. Then the cluster spreads apart and the perps put on individually pass-bys in front of the above setup of the two parked silver-greys in file, red, two blacks and blue vehicles.
The cluster spilts apart some more so that the pass-bys are individual, one at a time. I suspect that the perps are looking to see some kind of neural response to one color of vehicle placed in front of another color, the same thing they do with their gangstalking operatives in public locations, as they also have my family members do.
2300h
Time to call this day done, and leave the abundant masers and plasma beams for another day, maybe even for some early, ~0400h singing from somewhere like last night.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Newspaper Modifications
11340h
I made a trip to the grocery store, and for the first time in at least 6 weeks they had only one gangstalker per store location I visited instead of two. Though they had their brown colored props again. For about the fifth time in sucession there was a stocking cart with a brown box on it at the chocolate section, and this time they added a male gangstalker whose jacket was a near identical brown to that of the cardboard box.
In going to the store, a 12 minute walk in the city, I was double teamed with two gangstalkers on me early. A white haired woman in a large backpact was ahead of me, paralleling me on Cook St for two blocks and a slim dude in navy blue "arrived" at the Pandora intersection, this being where the perps usually put on stunts, Cook St. and Pandora. The female gangstalker ended up preceding me as I was held up at the traffic lights, and he came up behind me, following me across the intersection. He went W. bound on one street, she went W. bound on the second, and I took the third street to go W. Then after traversing the long side of the block, he ends up ahead of me, and she behind me. This is fucking rude and blatant stalking. These two gangstalker fuckers were paralleling me from one and two blocks away is what it seemed.
Back to the grocery store; I was going to the deli cooler case, but before I got there they had a 4' tall palette load of bread obstructing one aisleway next to the hot cooked chickens. (Think brown color, ( both bread and chickens), the biggest problem color for the perps). As I squeezed through the narrow opening they left for me, the "delivery" fucker of the bread then came up behind me, and I have no idea how he got so close without me spotting him in advance. I suspect I got "blotto-ed" for an instant.
And it "so happened" that there was the other portion of the bread palette load at the deli case, obstructing what I wanted to get to, the guacamole. Then onto the tortillas section where another fucker was loitering, and then onto the soy milk where they pulled a surprise. There was no one liter cartons in any of the three lines of plain soy milk they keep there, only two liter sizes that don't fit in the bar fridge that I have. Instead, they had a 15 carton wide display of one make of mocha, read brown colored, soy milk. Convenient, so the alternative was local organic soy milk in a plastic bottle. I am sure the milk will be fine, but the game was to get me off carton packaged soy milk for the next liter. After that, I should be moved and will be able to use the two liter size. It is fucking absurd I am not allowed to drink the brand and package type of milk that I want.
Then onto the coffee section where a gangstalker was in mid aisle "busy" examining a box wrapped in mylar packaging. The latest technique in gangstalking is to stand in the center of the aisle or sidewalk and feing obliviousness to the passing traffic and that the gangstalker is positioned at a constriction.
While at the checkout, they put on an extra gabby man ahead of me who "needed" a price check on his yellow mustard, and then he "needed" to go with the assistant who was going to perform that service. And it so happened that they allowed me to proceed through the checkout with his items being moved about in the plastic carry bag, and eventually on the conveyor belt following my items.
After this the gangstalker/operative who had hung around at the debit card reade in doing is over-elaborate explaining and excusing. By then the perps had a blonde woman behind me, and three more women in file behind her, all with black long hair. Then the operative arrived back from his "price check" and got into more explaining and thanking, I was allowed to get the fuck out of there. The debit card reader had also been staked out with a stack of black fabric bags next to it, and behind them, a wad of white plastic bags. The cashier also held the debit card reader still, as is the "custom", even though it doesn't move very much. Whenever I pay for goods or otherwise handle money the perps go crazy over gangstalking me. They appear to expect some kind of energetic signature related to financial transactions and have set up many other games like this.
And it was a day for a heavy black colored gangstalk vehicle contingent, effectively replacing the white colored ones as the reference color for the 400 or so that they put on. At times, four black vehicles were clustered around a red or silver grey color, and then a mid-grey vehicle was added into the group. I suspect the perps have cranked up the action as this is my last week of being in this fuckhole location.
1430h
I was allowed to read the newspaper when I got back, and this has been a rarity in the past, as they have eliminated the one newspaper I wanted to read, the Globe and Mail. And while reading it, they put on the next door bathroom noises with the first fucker doing extensive sneezing and nose blowing activity. Many other noises were put on, and were the (planted) rationale for "me" to hurry reading. I am not allowed to read the newspaper in the way that I want to.
The perps also lay on the noise when I am about to read over the fold, from a lighted portion to an extra shaded part beneath. And they are playing all kinds of light games in adding extra shadow on the page. They also get a charge out of creating small creases, folds, humps and other like newsprint aberations to serve as the rationale to add more of a unevenly lighted newsprint page. As with the page fold, the noisestalking increases as I am reading the story at the location of all their installed topographical irregularities.
1545h
This is the post-teatime period, and today the perps went nuts with two different vacuum cleaners outside my door. One machine followed the other, and I am sure they were looking for "torsional energies" and their noise association, and the fuckers have been extra-active in creating noise today.
And I am sure it was no coincidence that I had chocolate with my tea, and that particular habit/addiction is likely planted as well. The post brown color digestion period has been a high perp activity/noisestalking/plasmastalking event.
I am getting more masers and plasma fields in my central vision; the perps seem to have lost the need for maintaining their cover story of these flitting in and out of my peripherial vision. Most of the time the color is red, though they have been putting plenty of yellows and violet colors up too. They like to "edge enhance" objects down an shaded edge, and when I get close to examine the new color it just disappears. Now I am getting my own chem trails in the hallway, the "air freshener' fuck.
Now, 5 minutes later, is the front door slamming and the "consequent" room shake. One after the other, like frat boys off to class. Except in this case it isn't so innocent; it is all about fuck the "enemy" which is the term they use for their victims it seems. One of my hospital gangstalking operatives called me that once, and another source confirmed that. Given that they don't want my gifts to be used by the recipient, e.g. my daughter, I get the sense they want to remove as many personal associations as possible. My ex-wife called me "you" for the latter 10 years of being married, she wasn't allowed to get personal and call me by my name. And she was in on the harassment then; there a whole lot of clues as to this, but it explains her behavior, borderline nuts when stressed.
The door slamming and room shaking is still going on, and a stereo has been added into the mix; the assholes are timing the shaking and noise to the exact moment of reading specific words even. Now the overhead clunking has arrived, the noise of first order when all else fails. Typo sabotage continues
2030h
I am getting the leg torquing torture of last night again; the sickos were running some kind of variable pressure on my forefeet and then als applying knee twisting at the same time. They seemed to be particularly dedicated in applying this when I was reading a review of Olivia Newton John's singing career. It just got cheesier is the quick take on it.
The loud mufflered vehicle noise has been steady this evening, as if this city had no end of them. I am getting plenty of plasma and maser games; there is usually something extraneous (unconventional) in my vision nearly all the time now; call it chronic opto-magnetic energy incursion to be techical.
Another aspect of this opto-magnetic intrusion is the perps "augementing" my LCD display; a web page with white areas will be momentarily filled in with shadows, projections from legitimate linework, ghosting of text in a yellow color and a host of other games that go on ceaselessly. Though at times they also arrange blotchy vision impairments, a like harassment where they plant some kind of layer of scuzz on the lenses of my glasses. Most often there is some kind(s) of aberations that keep swirling and moving about.
Also as a given fuckover stunt is their stretching of the web page to "need" a horizontal scrolling to see all of the page. The perps get endless mileage out of having me move the display 1/4" rightward, or worse yet, moving the display laterally back and forth to read one line of text. This particular jerkaround has gone on for over 2 years, and I rarely get a web page that doesn't need to be repositioned to see all of it. If it is so intrusive to need scrolling right and left to read each line of text, then I don't bother to read any more, as it is too annoying.
2200h
A mild zap in the nuts when I scrolled down a page of email. It doesn't take much to excite the small minds that continue this abuse.
Enough for a day; time to call this posted.
I made a trip to the grocery store, and for the first time in at least 6 weeks they had only one gangstalker per store location I visited instead of two. Though they had their brown colored props again. For about the fifth time in sucession there was a stocking cart with a brown box on it at the chocolate section, and this time they added a male gangstalker whose jacket was a near identical brown to that of the cardboard box.
In going to the store, a 12 minute walk in the city, I was double teamed with two gangstalkers on me early. A white haired woman in a large backpact was ahead of me, paralleling me on Cook St for two blocks and a slim dude in navy blue "arrived" at the Pandora intersection, this being where the perps usually put on stunts, Cook St. and Pandora. The female gangstalker ended up preceding me as I was held up at the traffic lights, and he came up behind me, following me across the intersection. He went W. bound on one street, she went W. bound on the second, and I took the third street to go W. Then after traversing the long side of the block, he ends up ahead of me, and she behind me. This is fucking rude and blatant stalking. These two gangstalker fuckers were paralleling me from one and two blocks away is what it seemed.
Back to the grocery store; I was going to the deli cooler case, but before I got there they had a 4' tall palette load of bread obstructing one aisleway next to the hot cooked chickens. (Think brown color, ( both bread and chickens), the biggest problem color for the perps). As I squeezed through the narrow opening they left for me, the "delivery" fucker of the bread then came up behind me, and I have no idea how he got so close without me spotting him in advance. I suspect I got "blotto-ed" for an instant.
And it "so happened" that there was the other portion of the bread palette load at the deli case, obstructing what I wanted to get to, the guacamole. Then onto the tortillas section where another fucker was loitering, and then onto the soy milk where they pulled a surprise. There was no one liter cartons in any of the three lines of plain soy milk they keep there, only two liter sizes that don't fit in the bar fridge that I have. Instead, they had a 15 carton wide display of one make of mocha, read brown colored, soy milk. Convenient, so the alternative was local organic soy milk in a plastic bottle. I am sure the milk will be fine, but the game was to get me off carton packaged soy milk for the next liter. After that, I should be moved and will be able to use the two liter size. It is fucking absurd I am not allowed to drink the brand and package type of milk that I want.
Then onto the coffee section where a gangstalker was in mid aisle "busy" examining a box wrapped in mylar packaging. The latest technique in gangstalking is to stand in the center of the aisle or sidewalk and feing obliviousness to the passing traffic and that the gangstalker is positioned at a constriction.
While at the checkout, they put on an extra gabby man ahead of me who "needed" a price check on his yellow mustard, and then he "needed" to go with the assistant who was going to perform that service. And it so happened that they allowed me to proceed through the checkout with his items being moved about in the plastic carry bag, and eventually on the conveyor belt following my items.
After this the gangstalker/operative who had hung around at the debit card reade in doing is over-elaborate explaining and excusing. By then the perps had a blonde woman behind me, and three more women in file behind her, all with black long hair. Then the operative arrived back from his "price check" and got into more explaining and thanking, I was allowed to get the fuck out of there. The debit card reader had also been staked out with a stack of black fabric bags next to it, and behind them, a wad of white plastic bags. The cashier also held the debit card reader still, as is the "custom", even though it doesn't move very much. Whenever I pay for goods or otherwise handle money the perps go crazy over gangstalking me. They appear to expect some kind of energetic signature related to financial transactions and have set up many other games like this.
And it was a day for a heavy black colored gangstalk vehicle contingent, effectively replacing the white colored ones as the reference color for the 400 or so that they put on. At times, four black vehicles were clustered around a red or silver grey color, and then a mid-grey vehicle was added into the group. I suspect the perps have cranked up the action as this is my last week of being in this fuckhole location.
1430h
I was allowed to read the newspaper when I got back, and this has been a rarity in the past, as they have eliminated the one newspaper I wanted to read, the Globe and Mail. And while reading it, they put on the next door bathroom noises with the first fucker doing extensive sneezing and nose blowing activity. Many other noises were put on, and were the (planted) rationale for "me" to hurry reading. I am not allowed to read the newspaper in the way that I want to.
The perps also lay on the noise when I am about to read over the fold, from a lighted portion to an extra shaded part beneath. And they are playing all kinds of light games in adding extra shadow on the page. They also get a charge out of creating small creases, folds, humps and other like newsprint aberations to serve as the rationale to add more of a unevenly lighted newsprint page. As with the page fold, the noisestalking increases as I am reading the story at the location of all their installed topographical irregularities.
1545h
This is the post-teatime period, and today the perps went nuts with two different vacuum cleaners outside my door. One machine followed the other, and I am sure they were looking for "torsional energies" and their noise association, and the fuckers have been extra-active in creating noise today.
And I am sure it was no coincidence that I had chocolate with my tea, and that particular habit/addiction is likely planted as well. The post brown color digestion period has been a high perp activity/noisestalking/plasmastalking event.
I am getting more masers and plasma fields in my central vision; the perps seem to have lost the need for maintaining their cover story of these flitting in and out of my peripherial vision. Most of the time the color is red, though they have been putting plenty of yellows and violet colors up too. They like to "edge enhance" objects down an shaded edge, and when I get close to examine the new color it just disappears. Now I am getting my own chem trails in the hallway, the "air freshener' fuck.
Now, 5 minutes later, is the front door slamming and the "consequent" room shake. One after the other, like frat boys off to class. Except in this case it isn't so innocent; it is all about fuck the "enemy" which is the term they use for their victims it seems. One of my hospital gangstalking operatives called me that once, and another source confirmed that. Given that they don't want my gifts to be used by the recipient, e.g. my daughter, I get the sense they want to remove as many personal associations as possible. My ex-wife called me "you" for the latter 10 years of being married, she wasn't allowed to get personal and call me by my name. And she was in on the harassment then; there a whole lot of clues as to this, but it explains her behavior, borderline nuts when stressed.
The door slamming and room shaking is still going on, and a stereo has been added into the mix; the assholes are timing the shaking and noise to the exact moment of reading specific words even. Now the overhead clunking has arrived, the noise of first order when all else fails. Typo sabotage continues
2030h
I am getting the leg torquing torture of last night again; the sickos were running some kind of variable pressure on my forefeet and then als applying knee twisting at the same time. They seemed to be particularly dedicated in applying this when I was reading a review of Olivia Newton John's singing career. It just got cheesier is the quick take on it.
The loud mufflered vehicle noise has been steady this evening, as if this city had no end of them. I am getting plenty of plasma and maser games; there is usually something extraneous (unconventional) in my vision nearly all the time now; call it chronic opto-magnetic energy incursion to be techical.
Another aspect of this opto-magnetic intrusion is the perps "augementing" my LCD display; a web page with white areas will be momentarily filled in with shadows, projections from legitimate linework, ghosting of text in a yellow color and a host of other games that go on ceaselessly. Though at times they also arrange blotchy vision impairments, a like harassment where they plant some kind of layer of scuzz on the lenses of my glasses. Most often there is some kind(s) of aberations that keep swirling and moving about.
Also as a given fuckover stunt is their stretching of the web page to "need" a horizontal scrolling to see all of the page. The perps get endless mileage out of having me move the display 1/4" rightward, or worse yet, moving the display laterally back and forth to read one line of text. This particular jerkaround has gone on for over 2 years, and I rarely get a web page that doesn't need to be repositioned to see all of it. If it is so intrusive to need scrolling right and left to read each line of text, then I don't bother to read any more, as it is too annoying.
2200h
A mild zap in the nuts when I scrolled down a page of email. It doesn't take much to excite the small minds that continue this abuse.
Enough for a day; time to call this posted.
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