2200h
My first entry of the day, and I was busy at my perp abetting parents' place doing yard work, now finished. Again, more adversity; the gasoline powered string trimmer worked for a minute with the new sharp edged string, beating the ten second run time with the previous string type. Woo hoo, I am allowed to run a string trimmer for a minute, and then spend another five pulling the string out which is supposed to release with the push knob on the head, but doesn't, and not even with the aid of the pliers I had brought. Then the trimmer just stopped for no reason, and so it was arranged that the chain saw, also gasoline powered, was needed to chop down more stumps off the red osier dogwood jungle that had been there. But no, I wasn't allowed to run it for more than a minute and it just packed it in, no matter five more attempts with a suitable interim "wait time" for my tormentors. Their abiding tactic is to have me start things, stop in mid-course, and then come back in varying iterations of work, then divert. Back and forth, string trimmer and then chain saw, until it was totally hopeless. Even a post lunch time-out for the chain saw didn't revive it, and when there was other noisetalking each time I pulled on the starter, which gives a big electromagnetic kick in the process, I knew this jerkaround wasn't just for me. End of my ambitions to clean up the site to the level that I wanted to. And the perps like to create these trashed/dashed expectations, and I don't know why, except they have been highly consistent about it.
Therefore, it was manual weeding and rotten stump pulling after that with plenty of accompanying neighbor noise (lawnmowers, trimmers, and children). Another perp jerkaround is to have the victim do the same thing by various methods; using a chain saw, then loppers, then manual pulling, all for fucking around and cleaning out a plant jungle my mother let run riot. As always, the hotrod noise started up and was occuring near serially in a residential neighborhood, not to mention the lingering aircraft doing aerobatics if its noise pattern was accurate.
Back to the gasoline powered tools: I owned these items both for many decades and always kept them in good repair; I cannot abide to have a useless tool. It either gets maintained and kept useful or it gets tossed. Perhaps this is because my father was such a bumbling twit and had his tools in poor shape or even in a findable location. As my in-town brother is the owner of the above mentioned gasoline tools, I don't have direct control over their maintenance like I would if I owned them (sort of- long story). But as I gave up property ownership on account of this insane imposition, I don't expect to be able to apply my normal standard of tool repair. Needless to say, my in-town brother "forgot" to fix these tools like I told him to, so I would surmise he is doing exactly what his handler is requesting; have the victim experience more adversity in running borrowed tools because we have impoverished him so he doesn't own them any more, and would never keep them in the state of disrepair we require to piss him off with the arranged malfunctioning. And it so happened that I used the same string trimmer over a year ago at my in-town brother's place and had no problem with starting it, operating it and keeping the string long. Suddenly, this time, it has no end of problems in operating it; all because some sick asshole has decided that I haven't had enough of being jerked with by way of imposed adverse fuckery/tyrany. Something like that, and I want to be the first to take a baseball bat to the head of the perp asshole who decided this four day run of yard work with constant imposed adversity was "needed".
One also gets the impression that the perps cannot allow me to undertake any activiy with regularity and competence, as they abhor these notions, and also don't get enough fuckover "action". And of course this insane outlook precludes any kind of regular work as they need more things to go wrong more often than any fulltime employer would put up with. My ex was associated with a long list of things going wrong and generally fucking things up, especially financially, and I suppose the perp assholes want to continue to this insane agenda even now, as obviously they didn't didn't attain the desired outcome in the 47 years of covertly applied jerkarounds. All these years of being married to a constant fuckup, and when I get free, what happens?- I get sandbagged by the perps' overt program of fuckery which embraces the same precepts; constant fuckery, fuckups and imposed adversity. Now if they would just tell me why they need to apply this to me after seeming to fuck up themselves, I would be truly blessed.
For the record, or broken record perhaps, the perps seemed to have created a number of traumatization associations that they cannot yet access or defeat/modify, some stemming from giving me LSD at four years of age (what they tell me, and what they emulate with the various colors of plasma augmented on everyday objects). And another fuckup they tell me about, is that the normal ingestion of pollutants, plastics in particular, makes it very difficult for them to remotely read me, as these substances have very different properties at the quantum level than they do at the macro level. This they also tell me, and it seems to be the case with the numbers of plastic bag people, irrigation PVC pipe trucks in my proximity, and the plethora of plastics that are arranged my proximity, including above mentioned yard work where plastics of decades past are "found". Of late, the plastic bag stalkers have been parading red plastic bags about, as that seems to be a particularly bothersome color for them. So if the perps had started this scurilous life-raping rampage some 100 years ago, and followed their victims into the 1950's, they would of avoided the majority of the pollutants that the population now carries in their systems, and which presents such a huge operational problem. And I have no idea if the perps are cleaning me up of pollutants, or are somehow modelling their cellular effects; either is so improbable, but they seem to be making progress on some fronts. And don't forget, the perps were overtly life-raping victims over two hundred years ago, and that is documented in the Air Loom Gang, listed under books to the right side.
I took the city bus both ways today, and the normal freakshow was back again. After yesterday's absence, save the dude in the day-glo fushia shirt who got off after two stops with a woman wearing the same color who got on separately, I was wondering if there was a trend to decreasing the city bus freak show, but alas, no. I am getting blanked out as I type this, and cannot recall today's specifics, but suffice to say, they were there in spades along with the profusion of odd sorts at the bus stops; a one bus stop riding negro/E. Indian (couldn't figure him out and didn't want to). Then another negro near the bus stop when inbound; he was hanging with other teenagers clustered in front of the side of a white trades van in the parking lot where I got dropped off; freaking strange to have any cluster of people in a shopping center parking lot for the most part.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, December 24, 2007
Christmas Day, Feral Style
1430h
The reference to "feral" is my take on how others would percieve a family that gives their children over to party that conducts constant surveillance, harassment, scripted events, early childhood traumtizations, impairment of normal brain development (imposed learning disabilities), ruinous financial control and then, after 47 years of this, participates in accelerating the harassment and mind control in intensified overt form to drive that individual from his job, wife and children in order to address all of this party's fuckups along the way. That individual is me, and the family, or feral family as they are to me, are my parents, two brothers and an ex-wife. The fuckups appear to be the
My brother came in his white trades van to pick me up and take me to my parents place in advance of Christmas, and he took his usual putzing route. Along the way, a pedestrian "kid" threw a full (plastic) bottle of Coca Cola on the road 15' in front of us, and it would seem to be some kind of "brown color test", forming a foam on top as a lighter color brown as the bottle rolled across the street when I expected it to bounce. Regular readers will recall that a large brown bird splat landed on his windshield in front of me, sometime in the spring this year. Only two months ago, a fast cyclist "happened" to take the same residential route were were taking, and led his vehicle the last few minutes of road travel, dressed in a track outfit the same aforementioned brown bird splat color with black panels. Funny how this theme is of constant interest to the perps.
It is just another day for me, and the only seasonal interest I have is in determining how this time of year suits the harassment agenda in more public displays of colors, objects (often plastic ones), and gangstalking activity (extra busy public areas as a cover). And I am here at my parent's place, and watch all the their gangstalking moves, such as coordinated coughing, encircling me, standing over where I have just sat, sighing and other like non verbal vocalizations, posing in doorframes to present repeated poses of partial body form, and other feints that are identical to what transpires for a normal gangstalked day in public.
Yesterday was largely a repeat of last year; get the turkey at a specialty grocer, take it to my ex-wife's for her to cook tommorow, and entertain the gangstalkers in both ambulatory and vehicular form. They even put on a former work colleage as a parking lot sentry, having what I call "Socratic debates", where individuals cluster as a happenchance congregation for discussing something. The trouble is, these "discussion groups" are breaking out all the time wherever I go, and have reached proportions of being totally absurd in how often this "happens". He and a few others were standing in the parking lot in deep discussion as I drove by with my parents, and I parked some 40' away. No big deal. About five minutes later I get dispatched to go outside the store to get some nuts for cracking over Christmas, and there he is with his debating group, all of them having moved to stand over the store's nuts display. I grab a readied plastic bag of them and then go back in the store. And lo, if a grey dressed MIB like dude hasn't arrived to gangstalk ahead of me into the store, and then he starts shopping. No big deal. Then when heading to the cashier, he is still where he was, taking the bulk display bins apart, turning it over, and appearing to study it, looking at the top, bottom, sides etc. I can only assume it was for me to be exposed to this kind of plastic, the rigid kind, and the colors of it, transparent and black. No customer that I have ever seen, takes a store display apart and pretends to be studying it in earnest.
Last year, it was a total crush in this same store, and I was glad the gangstalking intensity was turned down some, as it can get to the level that one doesn't know where to go as they are in a confluent swarm all around me.
Then it was onto "stop by" at a friend of my mother, which really meant that she was going to vacate the vehicle while my father and I sat in the front seat as some kind of test to jointly witness a deep red anoraked ambulatory gangstalker pass by, after we passed him when drivng. and a few minutes later, a pair of gangstalkers, one in red hair. As indicated in the Favored and Unfavored blog posting under Essential Introductory Reading at the right, the perps are always putting red-haired gangstalkers on me as they know I dislike it. It is just a personal preference, and does not change how I interact with anyone with this hair color. But as all my proclivities are under constant surveillance, and my reaction to everything I see or do is under such scrutiny, it makes perfect sense that they would want to test my father and I side by side in the same lighting and energetic conditions through a safety glass windshield, which has a layer of transparent plastic embedded in it.
Anyhow, I had my usual contingent of color coordinated vehicles around me when driving, and at one location they ran a pair of identical red colored and sized sedans side by side with and intervening white colored vehicle and more of them packed around me and behind me. Just another drive around town, as it can only be in my parent's vehicle, and usually with them.
Last night, the perps kept me on their sleepless head tossing routine, and even put on an impressive sparkler show for a minute or so; I was in the middle of these 3" streaks of white light, coming down as if it were pelting rain, though without any felt sensation.
It is a lounge around day today, and I will post this now as I may not get to it with all the Christmas plans and goings on.
My mother has changed her sneezing sound; now she adds a vocal component into it, bringing on a trailing "choo" sound that I cannot stand. This sound has been replicated in the past at my work and apartment where there was excavation digging and foundation butressing using airpressure injected concrete that would finish with this similar noise. At work, they were building a 40+ office tower across the street, and next to my apartment, they were building a 26 storey residental tower. Imagine the planning this must have taken to have two simultaneous highrise buildings at the same stage of construction, one located next to my worksite, and the other close to my apartment. This was when I lived in Seattle, 2000 to 2003. It boogles the mind as to how deep and how totally nuts the perps are. I am sure there was more to it than just having the noise; all that steel and concrete being erected,- two big perp interests there.
12-26-2007
Boxing Day, a statutory holiday, though it now could be called Big Box Store Day for all the discounted merchandise sales that have become the norm.
1140h
My in-town brother finally arrived Christmas Day afternoon, and the desultory effort to make Christmas giving seem genuine was duly begun. I got 5 pounds of cookies from my ex-wife which I promptly gave to my brother to dispose of, as he often frequents charity stores and can also take them to work.
It was the usual feints and dodges for everyone else to get up and down from the table unneccessarily, putting on the over helpful act, or the extra doddled act in the case of my father. He has changed it some, but overdoing his "dementia" is still part of the script. The scissors with the orange plastic handles were brought out from the kitchen to the dining room table to cut off the string that "somehow" remained on my father's rolled steak, and lo, if the orange plastic handles weren't the same color as the cooked yams on the table. And "somehow", the scissors were left on the table for the duration of dinner, as some kind of orange color reference.
This morning, my mother wasn't up when I was, but my father was back to his posing and gangstalking activity, and stood beside me while I was having cereal. Per mind-fuck script, I got pissed at him for stalking me, while crunching down on the brown colored cereal in my mouth, and about one minute later, before the cereal was finished, he pulled the same act again, and I reamed his ass out for the second time, and he scuttled away upstairs, only to be posing in the door frame when I later arrived to close the bathroom door. That was the "trigger" for me to bail out on staying there another day, though I will return there tonight to fulfil driving duties after having dinner at my brother's place. A day away from this intensified gangstalking of my father and the rest of the extra-conventional gravitic harassment games is much needed. And the perps like me to yell at them louder which I do in my own apartment living by myself.
I noted at Christmas Dinner that everyone's knife and fork were hammering the plates harder, and as soon as I looked at someone's dining activity to see how they suddenly managed to make more than the usual noise with their cutlery, the noise abated. I tried this at least three times with the same result. Even I was getting tagged with extra cutlery on crockery noise, and when I examined how this was possible without actually contacting the implements, it too stopped. In other words, extra dining noise was created and planted for everyone at the table, whether or not there was a genuine causal event. The vegetables were also dispersing in small chunks up and down my knife, another new "trend" that started on Christmas Eve I noted. And if I attempt to clean it all off there is some that "stays on". My brother's knife also exhibited this newfound ability to attract vegetable fragments up and down the blade. A Merry Christmas from the perps one could say.
And no sleep last night, the entire night; I was beseiged with all manner of scenarios that they have supplying me for years. These relate to heroic sports roles, romantic and domestic themes, and a few others, and then by early morning the noisestalking started up while these played at least for the fifth time that night. They also have me chop and change them, not spending more than a minute on a planted imaginary theme before they insert a new scenario, often with new recall associations that I never had before. I expect that I will not suffer any for the lack of sleep, like any perp created sleep loss, there are no after effects.
I was jerked into extra driving for my mother to drop a 'forgotten" check off at my ex-wife's, intended for my daughter. And lo, if I didn't have the same color and kind of check from her in the back cargo area for that excursion. At one intersection they had a tractor trailer and pup gasoline tanker beside me on my right, three same color red vehicles on my left, and three white and three silver-grey vehicles packed fore and aft. The perps have a ongoing major fixation with having me exposed to grease, oil, gasoline and bitumen (asphalt), and with both my parents in the vehicle with me, this was prime vehicular gangstalking time.
I complained to my mother about the vehicular traffic being organized around us per above, and then she tried to make it out that I was talking about the traffic light colors, a totally purposeful blow-off. Then when I told her that she purposefully re-directed the conversation, she then claimed she wouldn't notice such organized vehicle colors. Blown off again by ditzing me. Then I told her that anyone would notice something odd, and they would not have to make any effort to do so. This was almost a copy of a conversation I had with my shrink once; constant smoke screens by planting deliberate confusion and misunderstanding as to what I said, then they play dumbshit and then suddenly clam up. My ex-wife pulled this off for 20 years in her managed passive aggressive state.
Later on this in-town travel junket they put a boom box vehicle beside me for three successive red traffic lights with two cool dudes in it with shades on, a large brown box in the back seat, and one of them coughing and hacking at the open window beside me. Regular readers will know that "coughstalking" as I call it, is a very common event, and I had plenty of it, all faked, from both parents for the last two days. (They did not have a genuine cold or viral conditon). The timing is always impeccable; while handling plastic objects, while seeing today's obituary picture of Oscar Petersen on the front page of the newspaper, and many other timings related to materials (plastic), color, faces, eating and now driving. I get this coughing sound routinely outside my apartment door, at least five times per day, and I can only assume that these nonverbal vocalizations are a big harassment vector for the perp's continuing neural energetics research, attempting to reach a specific part of the brain while I engaged in an activity of associated interest.
And while at my ex-wife's and going through my mother's inanity of dropping the check off after wandering around the place when no one was home when it appeared there was by way of the vehicles in plain view, my mother managed to pass her anorak past my ear while I was bending down to pet the cat, and the perps created a long scratching sound at the same time. This was an amazing perp coup; getting someone else's teflon lined garment (PFOA, and endemic pollutant in everyone, including polar bears), to travel past my ear and creating a noise at the same time. Nothing that I do can be taken for as unplanned, and almost without exception, there is a perp objective based diabolical plan to every moment that I am existent that is wholly consistent with the observations in the Essential Introductory Postings to the right. And that includes the typo sabotage to wind up this journaling for now.
And I suppose it was no secret that the above anorak was "featured" by being hung on a prominent kitchen door knob in my parent's house for the last two days instead of being put in the closet where it always is. And I had to contact the garment more than once to get behind the door it was hung on; its all very deliberate but is made to look like the omissions of proverbial klutzes, them, not me.
1230h
I just got zapped with an simultaneous overhead pounding noise, somehow "created" with concrete and steel floors. And do I ever hate getting zapped; there is a sustained planted suggestion that I was treated to ECT treatments when I was young, (and a totally inappropriate patient at 2 years old), and the perps are attempting to re-create this traumatization in order to determine how they damaged me at the time. Also known to me as "fucked up" per above, as they have been creating a number of hospital-like stunts and illegal incarcerations over the past five years in an attempt to detect these at a deep neural energetic level in realtime. Again, the source of the information is suspect, telepathic though insertions from the perps, but they have been consistently on this theme for weeks now. Perhaps the ECT zappings at age two were an attempt to eliminate the traumatizations they must of known they created with respect to colors, certain faces, hair colors etc. per Favored and Unfavored posting at the right.
1430h
I have been given a sore hip today, though it has been brewing only at nightime when I went to bed for two months. But, today, my walking is impaired, and a pain sensation oftem comes on when I am undertaking something of interest to the perps; turning off the computer or other electrical switches, grasping brown colored objects and like events that relate to color or material type.
And an annoying reading "style" has been imposed upon me; they will only let me read the first sentence of a paragraph and then have me skip to the next one. I have been nailed with this before, and the instant I catch on, I rant at the assholes and they have often backed off. Now, they can control the fact that I notice this imposition in irregular behavior, and keep making me do this for much longer than I ever allowed. Proof to me that the perps now control my sense of me; what is normal, and what is not.
As mentioned above, the perps went totally beserk in placing a specific air pressure release "choo" sound both in my work and living environment. And lo, if the assholes didn't have the recycle garbage collection scheduled for morning, 0800h, when I was still in bed and continue this same stunt. This infernal "choo" sound was "somehow" made by this truck, and it even passed by twice, turned in mid-street outside my parent's place where I was sleeping, and noisetracked me for at least 30 minutes before I got up, and then again afterward. Which suggests the perps are getting more serious about introducing more annoying sounds more often, especially if they aren't interested in keeping a cover story of sneezing the same way over their lifetime. Which goes to say that the perps know better what noises annoy me the most, and will re-use them when they can defeat my abilities to tune these out over time.
1555h
More games; my anti-virus software is due for renewal, and all the links on the site, even after chasing the obscure ones, are removed, making it a logistical tie-up to renew. Nothing is allowed to be simple, everything must be at least twice as much effort, if possible at all. No doubt this is "sampler", where they have me go back to the same site or activity later, in the expectation that they can detect some important differences as to this time and last, besides pissing me off. A "new idea" will come to mind, and I will follow this when it is planted on me.
And while in this intensified state to understand what web page mean what, the motorcycle noisestream has started up again. It is Harley Davidson 2 cycle motorcycle noise day today, as well as Boxing Day, and this started up at about 0600h this morning when staying at my parent's place in a residential area. The noise "followed" me downtown, and seems to be near exclusive all afternoon while on the PC and having tea and chocolate. This is another noise I cannot stand, and it would seem that the perps are attempting to make me "like it", or "not mind it". This would not be the first time they have changed my likes, dislikes and abilities and they tend to make them permanent I have come to know.
I see we had a hailstorm just now, and it is the dusk onset silly "season" of the day for the perps, and as I will heading out to catch a bus soon, after being de-pooed twice today with the usual timing with respect to eating brown colored foods, I suspect the ambulatory gangstalkers will be all over me when out on the street. There is no Christmas as a TI; it is just another day for being harassed, and even treated to the latest escalations of noises, mind control, disruption of routines, speech impairments, typo sabotage, lies, perceptual "errors" and other sick minded impositions from the supremely invasive cowards of all time.
Time to call this done and blog off for the day; enough rambling on about the inanities of the gods of juvenility.
The reference to "feral" is my take on how others would percieve a family that gives their children over to party that conducts constant surveillance, harassment, scripted events, early childhood traumtizations, impairment of normal brain development (imposed learning disabilities), ruinous financial control and then, after 47 years of this, participates in accelerating the harassment and mind control in intensified overt form to drive that individual from his job, wife and children in order to address all of this party's fuckups along the way. That individual is me, and the family, or feral family as they are to me, are my parents, two brothers and an ex-wife. The fuckups appear to be the
- traumatizations they attempt to recreate with gangstalkers and other props and stunts,
- ingestion of various plastics and other pollutants for which the effects at the electromagnetic and hormonal level are unpredictable, and the third and most grevious obdurate intransigence, is to
- attempt to detect all these bioenergetic signatures remotely in attempt to remediate their past colossal mistakes.
My brother came in his white trades van to pick me up and take me to my parents place in advance of Christmas, and he took his usual putzing route. Along the way, a pedestrian "kid" threw a full (plastic) bottle of Coca Cola on the road 15' in front of us, and it would seem to be some kind of "brown color test", forming a foam on top as a lighter color brown as the bottle rolled across the street when I expected it to bounce. Regular readers will recall that a large brown bird splat landed on his windshield in front of me, sometime in the spring this year. Only two months ago, a fast cyclist "happened" to take the same residential route were were taking, and led his vehicle the last few minutes of road travel, dressed in a track outfit the same aforementioned brown bird splat color with black panels. Funny how this theme is of constant interest to the perps.
It is just another day for me, and the only seasonal interest I have is in determining how this time of year suits the harassment agenda in more public displays of colors, objects (often plastic ones), and gangstalking activity (extra busy public areas as a cover). And I am here at my parent's place, and watch all the their gangstalking moves, such as coordinated coughing, encircling me, standing over where I have just sat, sighing and other like non verbal vocalizations, posing in doorframes to present repeated poses of partial body form, and other feints that are identical to what transpires for a normal gangstalked day in public.
Yesterday was largely a repeat of last year; get the turkey at a specialty grocer, take it to my ex-wife's for her to cook tommorow, and entertain the gangstalkers in both ambulatory and vehicular form. They even put on a former work colleage as a parking lot sentry, having what I call "Socratic debates", where individuals cluster as a happenchance congregation for discussing something. The trouble is, these "discussion groups" are breaking out all the time wherever I go, and have reached proportions of being totally absurd in how often this "happens". He and a few others were standing in the parking lot in deep discussion as I drove by with my parents, and I parked some 40' away. No big deal. About five minutes later I get dispatched to go outside the store to get some nuts for cracking over Christmas, and there he is with his debating group, all of them having moved to stand over the store's nuts display. I grab a readied plastic bag of them and then go back in the store. And lo, if a grey dressed MIB like dude hasn't arrived to gangstalk ahead of me into the store, and then he starts shopping. No big deal. Then when heading to the cashier, he is still where he was, taking the bulk display bins apart, turning it over, and appearing to study it, looking at the top, bottom, sides etc. I can only assume it was for me to be exposed to this kind of plastic, the rigid kind, and the colors of it, transparent and black. No customer that I have ever seen, takes a store display apart and pretends to be studying it in earnest.
Last year, it was a total crush in this same store, and I was glad the gangstalking intensity was turned down some, as it can get to the level that one doesn't know where to go as they are in a confluent swarm all around me.
Then it was onto "stop by" at a friend of my mother, which really meant that she was going to vacate the vehicle while my father and I sat in the front seat as some kind of test to jointly witness a deep red anoraked ambulatory gangstalker pass by, after we passed him when drivng. and a few minutes later, a pair of gangstalkers, one in red hair. As indicated in the Favored and Unfavored blog posting under Essential Introductory Reading at the right, the perps are always putting red-haired gangstalkers on me as they know I dislike it. It is just a personal preference, and does not change how I interact with anyone with this hair color. But as all my proclivities are under constant surveillance, and my reaction to everything I see or do is under such scrutiny, it makes perfect sense that they would want to test my father and I side by side in the same lighting and energetic conditions through a safety glass windshield, which has a layer of transparent plastic embedded in it.
Anyhow, I had my usual contingent of color coordinated vehicles around me when driving, and at one location they ran a pair of identical red colored and sized sedans side by side with and intervening white colored vehicle and more of them packed around me and behind me. Just another drive around town, as it can only be in my parent's vehicle, and usually with them.
Last night, the perps kept me on their sleepless head tossing routine, and even put on an impressive sparkler show for a minute or so; I was in the middle of these 3" streaks of white light, coming down as if it were pelting rain, though without any felt sensation.
It is a lounge around day today, and I will post this now as I may not get to it with all the Christmas plans and goings on.
My mother has changed her sneezing sound; now she adds a vocal component into it, bringing on a trailing "choo" sound that I cannot stand. This sound has been replicated in the past at my work and apartment where there was excavation digging and foundation butressing using airpressure injected concrete that would finish with this similar noise. At work, they were building a 40+ office tower across the street, and next to my apartment, they were building a 26 storey residental tower. Imagine the planning this must have taken to have two simultaneous highrise buildings at the same stage of construction, one located next to my worksite, and the other close to my apartment. This was when I lived in Seattle, 2000 to 2003. It boogles the mind as to how deep and how totally nuts the perps are. I am sure there was more to it than just having the noise; all that steel and concrete being erected,- two big perp interests there.
12-26-2007
Boxing Day, a statutory holiday, though it now could be called Big Box Store Day for all the discounted merchandise sales that have become the norm.
1140h
My in-town brother finally arrived Christmas Day afternoon, and the desultory effort to make Christmas giving seem genuine was duly begun. I got 5 pounds of cookies from my ex-wife which I promptly gave to my brother to dispose of, as he often frequents charity stores and can also take them to work.
It was the usual feints and dodges for everyone else to get up and down from the table unneccessarily, putting on the over helpful act, or the extra doddled act in the case of my father. He has changed it some, but overdoing his "dementia" is still part of the script. The scissors with the orange plastic handles were brought out from the kitchen to the dining room table to cut off the string that "somehow" remained on my father's rolled steak, and lo, if the orange plastic handles weren't the same color as the cooked yams on the table. And "somehow", the scissors were left on the table for the duration of dinner, as some kind of orange color reference.
This morning, my mother wasn't up when I was, but my father was back to his posing and gangstalking activity, and stood beside me while I was having cereal. Per mind-fuck script, I got pissed at him for stalking me, while crunching down on the brown colored cereal in my mouth, and about one minute later, before the cereal was finished, he pulled the same act again, and I reamed his ass out for the second time, and he scuttled away upstairs, only to be posing in the door frame when I later arrived to close the bathroom door. That was the "trigger" for me to bail out on staying there another day, though I will return there tonight to fulfil driving duties after having dinner at my brother's place. A day away from this intensified gangstalking of my father and the rest of the extra-conventional gravitic harassment games is much needed. And the perps like me to yell at them louder which I do in my own apartment living by myself.
I noted at Christmas Dinner that everyone's knife and fork were hammering the plates harder, and as soon as I looked at someone's dining activity to see how they suddenly managed to make more than the usual noise with their cutlery, the noise abated. I tried this at least three times with the same result. Even I was getting tagged with extra cutlery on crockery noise, and when I examined how this was possible without actually contacting the implements, it too stopped. In other words, extra dining noise was created and planted for everyone at the table, whether or not there was a genuine causal event. The vegetables were also dispersing in small chunks up and down my knife, another new "trend" that started on Christmas Eve I noted. And if I attempt to clean it all off there is some that "stays on". My brother's knife also exhibited this newfound ability to attract vegetable fragments up and down the blade. A Merry Christmas from the perps one could say.
And no sleep last night, the entire night; I was beseiged with all manner of scenarios that they have supplying me for years. These relate to heroic sports roles, romantic and domestic themes, and a few others, and then by early morning the noisestalking started up while these played at least for the fifth time that night. They also have me chop and change them, not spending more than a minute on a planted imaginary theme before they insert a new scenario, often with new recall associations that I never had before. I expect that I will not suffer any for the lack of sleep, like any perp created sleep loss, there are no after effects.
I was jerked into extra driving for my mother to drop a 'forgotten" check off at my ex-wife's, intended for my daughter. And lo, if I didn't have the same color and kind of check from her in the back cargo area for that excursion. At one intersection they had a tractor trailer and pup gasoline tanker beside me on my right, three same color red vehicles on my left, and three white and three silver-grey vehicles packed fore and aft. The perps have a ongoing major fixation with having me exposed to grease, oil, gasoline and bitumen (asphalt), and with both my parents in the vehicle with me, this was prime vehicular gangstalking time.
I complained to my mother about the vehicular traffic being organized around us per above, and then she tried to make it out that I was talking about the traffic light colors, a totally purposeful blow-off. Then when I told her that she purposefully re-directed the conversation, she then claimed she wouldn't notice such organized vehicle colors. Blown off again by ditzing me. Then I told her that anyone would notice something odd, and they would not have to make any effort to do so. This was almost a copy of a conversation I had with my shrink once; constant smoke screens by planting deliberate confusion and misunderstanding as to what I said, then they play dumbshit and then suddenly clam up. My ex-wife pulled this off for 20 years in her managed passive aggressive state.
Later on this in-town travel junket they put a boom box vehicle beside me for three successive red traffic lights with two cool dudes in it with shades on, a large brown box in the back seat, and one of them coughing and hacking at the open window beside me. Regular readers will know that "coughstalking" as I call it, is a very common event, and I had plenty of it, all faked, from both parents for the last two days. (They did not have a genuine cold or viral conditon). The timing is always impeccable; while handling plastic objects, while seeing today's obituary picture of Oscar Petersen on the front page of the newspaper, and many other timings related to materials (plastic), color, faces, eating and now driving. I get this coughing sound routinely outside my apartment door, at least five times per day, and I can only assume that these nonverbal vocalizations are a big harassment vector for the perp's continuing neural energetics research, attempting to reach a specific part of the brain while I engaged in an activity of associated interest.
And while at my ex-wife's and going through my mother's inanity of dropping the check off after wandering around the place when no one was home when it appeared there was by way of the vehicles in plain view, my mother managed to pass her anorak past my ear while I was bending down to pet the cat, and the perps created a long scratching sound at the same time. This was an amazing perp coup; getting someone else's teflon lined garment (PFOA, and endemic pollutant in everyone, including polar bears), to travel past my ear and creating a noise at the same time. Nothing that I do can be taken for as unplanned, and almost without exception, there is a perp objective based diabolical plan to every moment that I am existent that is wholly consistent with the observations in the Essential Introductory Postings to the right. And that includes the typo sabotage to wind up this journaling for now.
And I suppose it was no secret that the above anorak was "featured" by being hung on a prominent kitchen door knob in my parent's house for the last two days instead of being put in the closet where it always is. And I had to contact the garment more than once to get behind the door it was hung on; its all very deliberate but is made to look like the omissions of proverbial klutzes, them, not me.
1230h
I just got zapped with an simultaneous overhead pounding noise, somehow "created" with concrete and steel floors. And do I ever hate getting zapped; there is a sustained planted suggestion that I was treated to ECT treatments when I was young, (and a totally inappropriate patient at 2 years old), and the perps are attempting to re-create this traumatization in order to determine how they damaged me at the time. Also known to me as "fucked up" per above, as they have been creating a number of hospital-like stunts and illegal incarcerations over the past five years in an attempt to detect these at a deep neural energetic level in realtime. Again, the source of the information is suspect, telepathic though insertions from the perps, but they have been consistently on this theme for weeks now. Perhaps the ECT zappings at age two were an attempt to eliminate the traumatizations they must of known they created with respect to colors, certain faces, hair colors etc. per Favored and Unfavored posting at the right.
1430h
I have been given a sore hip today, though it has been brewing only at nightime when I went to bed for two months. But, today, my walking is impaired, and a pain sensation oftem comes on when I am undertaking something of interest to the perps; turning off the computer or other electrical switches, grasping brown colored objects and like events that relate to color or material type.
And an annoying reading "style" has been imposed upon me; they will only let me read the first sentence of a paragraph and then have me skip to the next one. I have been nailed with this before, and the instant I catch on, I rant at the assholes and they have often backed off. Now, they can control the fact that I notice this imposition in irregular behavior, and keep making me do this for much longer than I ever allowed. Proof to me that the perps now control my sense of me; what is normal, and what is not.
As mentioned above, the perps went totally beserk in placing a specific air pressure release "choo" sound both in my work and living environment. And lo, if the assholes didn't have the recycle garbage collection scheduled for morning, 0800h, when I was still in bed and continue this same stunt. This infernal "choo" sound was "somehow" made by this truck, and it even passed by twice, turned in mid-street outside my parent's place where I was sleeping, and noisetracked me for at least 30 minutes before I got up, and then again afterward. Which suggests the perps are getting more serious about introducing more annoying sounds more often, especially if they aren't interested in keeping a cover story of sneezing the same way over their lifetime. Which goes to say that the perps know better what noises annoy me the most, and will re-use them when they can defeat my abilities to tune these out over time.
1555h
More games; my anti-virus software is due for renewal, and all the links on the site, even after chasing the obscure ones, are removed, making it a logistical tie-up to renew. Nothing is allowed to be simple, everything must be at least twice as much effort, if possible at all. No doubt this is "sampler", where they have me go back to the same site or activity later, in the expectation that they can detect some important differences as to this time and last, besides pissing me off. A "new idea" will come to mind, and I will follow this when it is planted on me.
And while in this intensified state to understand what web page mean what, the motorcycle noisestream has started up again. It is Harley Davidson 2 cycle motorcycle noise day today, as well as Boxing Day, and this started up at about 0600h this morning when staying at my parent's place in a residential area. The noise "followed" me downtown, and seems to be near exclusive all afternoon while on the PC and having tea and chocolate. This is another noise I cannot stand, and it would seem that the perps are attempting to make me "like it", or "not mind it". This would not be the first time they have changed my likes, dislikes and abilities and they tend to make them permanent I have come to know.
I see we had a hailstorm just now, and it is the dusk onset silly "season" of the day for the perps, and as I will heading out to catch a bus soon, after being de-pooed twice today with the usual timing with respect to eating brown colored foods, I suspect the ambulatory gangstalkers will be all over me when out on the street. There is no Christmas as a TI; it is just another day for being harassed, and even treated to the latest escalations of noises, mind control, disruption of routines, speech impairments, typo sabotage, lies, perceptual "errors" and other sick minded impositions from the supremely invasive cowards of all time.
Time to call this done and blog off for the day; enough rambling on about the inanities of the gods of juvenility.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Transient Vision Assaults
1225h
And another non-standard Blogspot screen behavior before I get going; this somehow got posted before there was any content in this blog posting. It is the second time in three days that this blog "self-published" within the first paragraph. More of the functional decomposition games IMHO, down to the last mouse click and screen display, and if they cannot get enough variation, why, adding "glitches" is no problem, just another day at the office for the sickos.
And they were on a major sick streak this morning when they kept impairing my left side vision when I got up after being "groomed" in the last hour of sleep with near constant loud vehicles from outside for over 40 minutes. All sounds either fabricated or enhanced from real drive-by road traffic, and even the much loathed sound of a chopped Harley Davidson motorbike, the seeming most hated noise that my mind-keepers have me react to the most.
Anytime I was making breakfast, especially when handling brown colored food, cereal, coffee, peanut butter and chocolate, the perps laid on the left eye vision impairments and made sure I was screaming enraged about it, and at the same time, added coincident outside vehicle noise not unlike that which preceded getting up. The perps went especially beserk in messing up my vision when I was spreading the red jam over the brown peanut butter on the toast, and made sure I was extra vocal in geing annoyed over this. And is it any coincidence that they place red colored vehicles in front of brown colored ones, and do the same with ambulatory gangstalker's clothing, and usually have a reference colored vehicle or clothing color close by, e.g. white, black or silver-grey? Funny how that happens, and I even told the doctor once about this predictable arrangement to no avail. Just another blank stare from the clinical criminal.
Another dull morning so far, troving my regular news web sites, and invariably having the outside sourced noisestalking sound off when photos or names of individuals were first displayed or read. And I am getting more planted misperceptions as to what I read; the perps like to add, or delete, the negative conjugation of verbs, adding or removing a "not" (or like) from my reading perception, and then jump on the noisestalking as soon as I pick up the logical incongruity.
I will be going out later to the organized gym workout to join my rotation of gangstalkers and operatives, and no doubt, in keeping with the escalated freakshow, there will be some new additions. Maybe that chinless blonde with the green-dyed tufts will be reprised. The current player they like to plant in my vision, and around me, is Mr. Ethnic Gut; a large gutted olive-brown skinned dude on permanent "look-away" duty, even when walking toward me, he looks sideways. He was even wearing an eye-offensive navy blue and red striped shirt, but that got pulled the next class, and he has reverted to wearing navy blue alone. Whatever it is that I cannot stand about certain colors, and along with the past traumatizations that the perps seem to be attempting to elict a response for, he has it all. Some "newbie" operatives don't even last two classes before they get pulled if there is something I don't particular like about the individual's appearance or clothing and/or color choices and comportment. A large projecting gut creates an instant dislike, aka is Unfavored.
Last week at the gym, the perps planted Mr. Ethnic Gut in side profile about 6' away to me, all to view his corpulence. "I", in the collective mind-controlled sense, looked away, and my eyes came to rest on the pregnant class coordinator, only 3' away from him, also in side profile, and about as equally rotund. This, IMHO, was a total setup for me to view two enlarged persons, and then compare the psychic difference as to attribution and reaction; one plainly disgusting, and the other much more empathic and accepted.
The other part of the "reaction" to various unaesthetic planted objects or beings is that it is likely wholly governed by the perps. An example of this was in the morning when I pulled the window curtains back and there was a full block long four lane traffic jam arranged below with a predominence of yellow and dark metallic red vehicles. This immediately "caused", or was planted, a odious reaction to this ugly color assault first thing. I have never reacted to colors this viscerally before, so it must be planted for the perps to play more "discovery games", and attempt to trace the root energetic interactions of what may be the result of early development age traumatizations, none of which I can recall. Only one such color, brown, has been tied to these events, and that was because my aunt told me one time, asking if I recalled. I didn't directly, but at the time it seemed vaguely familiar. As for all the rest of the reasons for planting the ambulatory gangstalkers from the various demographic groups that I have identified, I do not know. The most recent telepathically planted suggestion, and always suspect, is that I was given the "honor" of seeing (read, abused by) the infamous Dr. Ewan Cameron in Montreal in 1956-7 when my parents lived there for the academic year. It is very curious to me, at an age when permanent memories are laid down, how that I have such little recall of that time, save the odd inconsequential snippet.
Here is an example of one of this morning's rage-ifying mind-fuck jerkarounds; When doing my shower, shave and dental hygeine routine, the perp had me pick up my dental floss container, having already used it, in place of the prescription bottle that was beside it. They had me open the dental floss container before allowing me to "realize" it was totally the wrong object. I have never, ever made these kinds of "mistakes" before, and if that isn't sick and depraved mind-control at work, then someone had better get me a clinical reason for this. The ability to foil my monitoring of what I am doing and saying began in late 2004, and life got a whole lot more hellish ever since. They have me "not notice", defeating my monitoring ability, and do something illogical without triggering any response as to illogicality. It is fucking sick that anyone should be treated in this way after a lifetime of surveillance and monitoring, let alone the yet to be known traumatizations they performed in my early development years. And to add to the depravity, they harass and gangstalk me to elicit deep neural responses to these same traumatizations, in an attempt to remediate them (presumably), when I have no need for this. I managed to survive relatively healthily, and without the multiple personalities that longer term abuse victims suffer from. Abuse, on top of sustained lifelong mind-control and covert harassment, and then further overt abuse to then determine how they fucked up my mental development in the first round of abuse because it somehow impedes them as to whatever future harassment they have planned. Also, they knowingly allow atmospheric pollutants into my intensely managed body (since birth), which further obscures the neural energetics correlates that they are looking for, creating more difficulties for themselves. And to make it all worse, the perps persist in attempting to continue this nonconsensual experimentation remotely, another adversity the perps have introduced into this shameless and beserk quest. This is the state of depravity in which I am contained; an attempt to ameliorate the consequences of the inexcusable and bloody-minded fuck-ups of the past, and fuck the victim all the more by taking this harassment and abuse overt in 2002. How could any organization be this fucking sick? I just don't get it.
Anyhow, the current drift that I get is I am on an extended social containment. I haven't got one email except spam, and deleting that even gets noisestalked, so there is no question that it serves the perp's needs for whatever reason.
More enragement games, pissing around with mouse control and then laying on the typo sabotage, where even common four letter words take five rounds of correction before the correct spelling is allowed. That is how low it goes; I am not allowed to type correctly, but must be continually dogged with planted typos.
Another 10 hour sleep last night, an almost every night event, and two hours more than I need. It does make me wonder what goes on in the night, and why is that extra duration of sleep prescribed for me. I was given the traditional Monday night sleeplessness and head tossing for at least an hour before sleep was permitted, even if I did not stay at my parent's place on Sunday night. It is most curious as to what the perp's need is to have me flipping my head from one side to the other, usually immediately following me plugging my ears to not hear the long trailing off noises of extra loud vehicular traffic. And the reality is there isn't very much vehicular traffic late at night in this neighborhood, and yet it "happens" any night of the week. This city is at the end of the highway, there are no large traffic arteries nearby. The level of concocted traffic noise is five or more times what it would be, and at least that much less noisey being six stories up.
2225h
More enragement games, this time while cutting meat off the chicken carcass, another intensely noisestalked event, now escalated to a rage-ified harassment event. They would not allow full motor control of my fingers to conduct this with any efficiency. Only when I yelled at them did they relent. Fucking sick that I cannot have full motor control, never mind the rest of it.
A heavy gangstalk at the gym earlier; they moved over top of the bench I had vacated to put the weights back, returning to get my exercise records book. Mr. Ethnic Gut "chased me" by hanging around me on equipment and not doing anything on it. There were at least 20 forced looks, (read mind-controlled attention) at this strange dude, 10x more than anyone else, and he made sure to cross my path within a few seconds more than once. Like a bad smell in a sleeping bag, he just won't go away, and all by design. He was in street clothes, an olive drab color mostly, and I sure this was a big deal for the perps, as it is with all of their featured gangstalkers.
The usual 600 to 1,000 mobile vehicles were on vehicular gangstalking when walking to OB Rec. Center; a few clusters of deep red, deep green, white and silver grey, but less obvious color clustering than in the past. The construction and public works projects that have "erupted" since I began walking that regular beat are still ongoing, now three in progress, instead of four last week. One of the completed projects, where the sidewalk was dug up, cables put underneath, has been finished since last week, but again, the perps put on at least six ambuatory gangstalkers around me as I walked the week-old concrete. They just love to swarm me around this corner. In another instance, on a filling station rebuild, the forms and the compacted gravel are in place for pouring, and I ended up walking the sidewalk, pre-pouring. I suspect that I will be walking this stretch of sidewalk many times once completed.
I am getting too many vision assaults while I am typing this. Perhaps it is because I am listening to Katie Melua on YouTube, my current fave, and the perps are now attempting to collect on all the music listening time, in their perverse way, they have granted me in the past few months.
Time to blog off and call this day done.
And another non-standard Blogspot screen behavior before I get going; this somehow got posted before there was any content in this blog posting. It is the second time in three days that this blog "self-published" within the first paragraph. More of the functional decomposition games IMHO, down to the last mouse click and screen display, and if they cannot get enough variation, why, adding "glitches" is no problem, just another day at the office for the sickos.
And they were on a major sick streak this morning when they kept impairing my left side vision when I got up after being "groomed" in the last hour of sleep with near constant loud vehicles from outside for over 40 minutes. All sounds either fabricated or enhanced from real drive-by road traffic, and even the much loathed sound of a chopped Harley Davidson motorbike, the seeming most hated noise that my mind-keepers have me react to the most.
Anytime I was making breakfast, especially when handling brown colored food, cereal, coffee, peanut butter and chocolate, the perps laid on the left eye vision impairments and made sure I was screaming enraged about it, and at the same time, added coincident outside vehicle noise not unlike that which preceded getting up. The perps went especially beserk in messing up my vision when I was spreading the red jam over the brown peanut butter on the toast, and made sure I was extra vocal in geing annoyed over this. And is it any coincidence that they place red colored vehicles in front of brown colored ones, and do the same with ambulatory gangstalker's clothing, and usually have a reference colored vehicle or clothing color close by, e.g. white, black or silver-grey? Funny how that happens, and I even told the doctor once about this predictable arrangement to no avail. Just another blank stare from the clinical criminal.
Another dull morning so far, troving my regular news web sites, and invariably having the outside sourced noisestalking sound off when photos or names of individuals were first displayed or read. And I am getting more planted misperceptions as to what I read; the perps like to add, or delete, the negative conjugation of verbs, adding or removing a "not" (or like) from my reading perception, and then jump on the noisestalking as soon as I pick up the logical incongruity.
I will be going out later to the organized gym workout to join my rotation of gangstalkers and operatives, and no doubt, in keeping with the escalated freakshow, there will be some new additions. Maybe that chinless blonde with the green-dyed tufts will be reprised. The current player they like to plant in my vision, and around me, is Mr. Ethnic Gut; a large gutted olive-brown skinned dude on permanent "look-away" duty, even when walking toward me, he looks sideways. He was even wearing an eye-offensive navy blue and red striped shirt, but that got pulled the next class, and he has reverted to wearing navy blue alone. Whatever it is that I cannot stand about certain colors, and along with the past traumatizations that the perps seem to be attempting to elict a response for, he has it all. Some "newbie" operatives don't even last two classes before they get pulled if there is something I don't particular like about the individual's appearance or clothing and/or color choices and comportment. A large projecting gut creates an instant dislike, aka is Unfavored.
Last week at the gym, the perps planted Mr. Ethnic Gut in side profile about 6' away to me, all to view his corpulence. "I", in the collective mind-controlled sense, looked away, and my eyes came to rest on the pregnant class coordinator, only 3' away from him, also in side profile, and about as equally rotund. This, IMHO, was a total setup for me to view two enlarged persons, and then compare the psychic difference as to attribution and reaction; one plainly disgusting, and the other much more empathic and accepted.
The other part of the "reaction" to various unaesthetic planted objects or beings is that it is likely wholly governed by the perps. An example of this was in the morning when I pulled the window curtains back and there was a full block long four lane traffic jam arranged below with a predominence of yellow and dark metallic red vehicles. This immediately "caused", or was planted, a odious reaction to this ugly color assault first thing. I have never reacted to colors this viscerally before, so it must be planted for the perps to play more "discovery games", and attempt to trace the root energetic interactions of what may be the result of early development age traumatizations, none of which I can recall. Only one such color, brown, has been tied to these events, and that was because my aunt told me one time, asking if I recalled. I didn't directly, but at the time it seemed vaguely familiar. As for all the rest of the reasons for planting the ambulatory gangstalkers from the various demographic groups that I have identified, I do not know. The most recent telepathically planted suggestion, and always suspect, is that I was given the "honor" of seeing (read, abused by) the infamous Dr. Ewan Cameron in Montreal in 1956-7 when my parents lived there for the academic year. It is very curious to me, at an age when permanent memories are laid down, how that I have such little recall of that time, save the odd inconsequential snippet.
Here is an example of one of this morning's rage-ifying mind-fuck jerkarounds; When doing my shower, shave and dental hygeine routine, the perp had me pick up my dental floss container, having already used it, in place of the prescription bottle that was beside it. They had me open the dental floss container before allowing me to "realize" it was totally the wrong object. I have never, ever made these kinds of "mistakes" before, and if that isn't sick and depraved mind-control at work, then someone had better get me a clinical reason for this. The ability to foil my monitoring of what I am doing and saying began in late 2004, and life got a whole lot more hellish ever since. They have me "not notice", defeating my monitoring ability, and do something illogical without triggering any response as to illogicality. It is fucking sick that anyone should be treated in this way after a lifetime of surveillance and monitoring, let alone the yet to be known traumatizations they performed in my early development years. And to add to the depravity, they harass and gangstalk me to elicit deep neural responses to these same traumatizations, in an attempt to remediate them (presumably), when I have no need for this. I managed to survive relatively healthily, and without the multiple personalities that longer term abuse victims suffer from. Abuse, on top of sustained lifelong mind-control and covert harassment, and then further overt abuse to then determine how they fucked up my mental development in the first round of abuse because it somehow impedes them as to whatever future harassment they have planned. Also, they knowingly allow atmospheric pollutants into my intensely managed body (since birth), which further obscures the neural energetics correlates that they are looking for, creating more difficulties for themselves. And to make it all worse, the perps persist in attempting to continue this nonconsensual experimentation remotely, another adversity the perps have introduced into this shameless and beserk quest. This is the state of depravity in which I am contained; an attempt to ameliorate the consequences of the inexcusable and bloody-minded fuck-ups of the past, and fuck the victim all the more by taking this harassment and abuse overt in 2002. How could any organization be this fucking sick? I just don't get it.
Anyhow, the current drift that I get is I am on an extended social containment. I haven't got one email except spam, and deleting that even gets noisestalked, so there is no question that it serves the perp's needs for whatever reason.
More enragement games, pissing around with mouse control and then laying on the typo sabotage, where even common four letter words take five rounds of correction before the correct spelling is allowed. That is how low it goes; I am not allowed to type correctly, but must be continually dogged with planted typos.
Another 10 hour sleep last night, an almost every night event, and two hours more than I need. It does make me wonder what goes on in the night, and why is that extra duration of sleep prescribed for me. I was given the traditional Monday night sleeplessness and head tossing for at least an hour before sleep was permitted, even if I did not stay at my parent's place on Sunday night. It is most curious as to what the perp's need is to have me flipping my head from one side to the other, usually immediately following me plugging my ears to not hear the long trailing off noises of extra loud vehicular traffic. And the reality is there isn't very much vehicular traffic late at night in this neighborhood, and yet it "happens" any night of the week. This city is at the end of the highway, there are no large traffic arteries nearby. The level of concocted traffic noise is five or more times what it would be, and at least that much less noisey being six stories up.
2225h
More enragement games, this time while cutting meat off the chicken carcass, another intensely noisestalked event, now escalated to a rage-ified harassment event. They would not allow full motor control of my fingers to conduct this with any efficiency. Only when I yelled at them did they relent. Fucking sick that I cannot have full motor control, never mind the rest of it.
A heavy gangstalk at the gym earlier; they moved over top of the bench I had vacated to put the weights back, returning to get my exercise records book. Mr. Ethnic Gut "chased me" by hanging around me on equipment and not doing anything on it. There were at least 20 forced looks, (read mind-controlled attention) at this strange dude, 10x more than anyone else, and he made sure to cross my path within a few seconds more than once. Like a bad smell in a sleeping bag, he just won't go away, and all by design. He was in street clothes, an olive drab color mostly, and I sure this was a big deal for the perps, as it is with all of their featured gangstalkers.
The usual 600 to 1,000 mobile vehicles were on vehicular gangstalking when walking to OB Rec. Center; a few clusters of deep red, deep green, white and silver grey, but less obvious color clustering than in the past. The construction and public works projects that have "erupted" since I began walking that regular beat are still ongoing, now three in progress, instead of four last week. One of the completed projects, where the sidewalk was dug up, cables put underneath, has been finished since last week, but again, the perps put on at least six ambuatory gangstalkers around me as I walked the week-old concrete. They just love to swarm me around this corner. In another instance, on a filling station rebuild, the forms and the compacted gravel are in place for pouring, and I ended up walking the sidewalk, pre-pouring. I suspect that I will be walking this stretch of sidewalk many times once completed.
I am getting too many vision assaults while I am typing this. Perhaps it is because I am listening to Katie Melua on YouTube, my current fave, and the perps are now attempting to collect on all the music listening time, in their perverse way, they have granted me in the past few months.
Time to blog off and call this day done.
Friday, December 14, 2007
PC Takedown Planned
1255h
The PC rebooted at least 8 times before it stayed booted up. There is this little game with the perps where I re-boot, they shut it down within 5 seconds, then they boot it up (remotely) and shut it down again, then it is my turn, and this little juvenile jerkaround can go for close to 10 times in succession, like this time, with my in-town brother phoning me at the end of it. Funny how I get these same timings of phone call, i.e. post PC rebooting vexation. So I suspect that the perps will be taking out my PC and having me get the switch repaired, or else have a new case.
He "needed" me to email on his behalf as he claims he cannot work his new PC that was said to have been bought for him. All part of the game, along with the red-orange plasma beam that crossed in front of this very text as I was keystroking.
I did more Excel spreadsheet time at this office I am helping out; it was the usual cough and sneeze stalking when making select, cut, copy, paste, fill, unfill, etc.commands with the mouse. There are endless permutations that are possible, and the perps are still working on this it would seem. There is also the overheard name-dropping, where someone I know by name, sometimes perjoratively for tailing me so close, is mentioned for obscure or trivial reasons. These are "overheard" by me, and this is consistent with past experience everywhere, though it cannot be wholly ascribed to harassment activities directly, as this is usually everyday conversation material. It looks like my Excel work is done as a new hire will be taking over the job. More paper shuffling, folding and collating next week.
And there was a huge swarm of gangstalkers all over me on the street at 1115h, a little too early for lunchtime crowds, but it appears that the perps aren't always using a cover story as they can now co-opt my abilities to notice anomalous public behavior, and substitute their version of what I am to observe and detect. The big black long coated MIB of last week, replicating me in entering the local supermarket at exactly the same time as me was on my tail again, was one block removed from his putative work site. I figure this might be my out-of-town brother in morph-over, as he gets "featured" so often, usually at more critical events. He has this absurd black fedora-like hat on as well, and gave me the stare when I was on the sidewalk, crossing paths at 90 degrees.
1650h
The siren cascade has begun just as I start this posting paragraph. I was being lulled into a near sleep while looking at the LCD display only minutes earlier. I had a doctor's appointment and then a haircut followed, all duly gangstalked, at least vehicularly, even if I took the bus for the first time in some four months. There has been rain most of the day, as I would of walked otherwise.
After the haircut the perps were all over me, having one of their kind loiter over top of the bench I had just vacated, when he had just arrived as the bus came and didn't need to enter the bus shelter at all. There were three more arriving "bus passengers" incidents on my bus travels today; they "happen" to need the bus just as they are sauntering along the sidewaalk at the bus stop. In one such event, the driver stopped the bus for a sidewalk sauntering gangstalker when he wasn't at the bus stop, an exceptional piece of telepathic charity, as the individual did not flag the bus in any way. I was dressed in yesterday's outdoor wear, and today seemed to be a repeat along the same beat, except via a bus. The usual freakshow applied, never mind the shiftless males who seem to be out of work, though in fact they have a real day job called gangstalking.
The doctor's visit was its usual pointless exercise; an Asian of his likeness was gangstalking me downtown today, and I wonder if it was him in morph-over form. The gangstalker had the same degree of brown colored skin, and was the same height. Last month's doctor visit was preceded by the same doctor gangstalking me at the LD store the day before (or of?) the appointment if I recall correctly. Another time he was observed running for the bus along my regular walking beat when I was coming back from gym once. Who knows, it is all very strange to say the least, as one never knows who is exactly who.
1815h
The post dinner wall tapping has started up; so far, about three minutes worth, and has occured after each dinnertime meal in this apartment. Strange how that "happens" each evening, as if I really did have neighbors, the conventional kind that is.
1930h
Now, a round of pounding the concrete ceiling/floor has started up; as an "extra", they add an vibrationary noise of no seeming cause from the other side, as if it were caused by the pounding. This must be a big moment for the perps, attempting to get a handle on the bioenergetics of the digestion process, especially that of brown colored food. Since dinner, they have run a series of loud mufflered vehicles, about 5 per minute with 5 second sound trail-offs, consecutively often. Just another day under the microscope.
I see that they are also working over James Marino, (Dec. 14 posting) especially now that he is moving house, though I know very little about him apart from his blog. And moving is when the perps like to create extra chaos and harassment, as it means the unusual juxtaposition of one's household effects, something that they constantly manage for. And as a bonus, the perps go wild over the profusion of brown colored boxes and the color based energetics interaction that means. Past blogs have detailed the intense obsession that the perps have with this color, and have introduced this into my life from the first moments of begining this overt harassment in 2002.
2255h
An evening spent chasing down web sites related to the infamous Dr. Cameron of the Allen Memorial Institute of McGill University in the 1950's and early 1960's. But no much accomplished as to sources to find out if I was an inductee at age two. Thankfully, the abuse, if it occured even, was not on the level that Carol Rutz suffered in A Nation Betrayed, eventually becoming a Disassociative Disorder patient, with multiple personalities. But, I learned something fascinating; that there are many reports of an even more infamous Dr. Mengle of the Nazi death camp prisoner experimentations having an association with Dr. Ewan Cameron in Montreal. This might explain why the perps saw fit to plant a loud German speaking individual nearby when I was helping at this office. He went on for hours, often lasping into German and back again, and followed the time-worn pattern of being loud at first and slowly reducing the volume over a duration of two hours. And then he went at it again two days later. I did not hear any of his "chat" the last two weeks of helping out there, so this German language planting is most curious. I cannot think of any reasons why the perps would do this, excepting for the general case of having me hear speech, but not be able to detect the words.
That would apply to tonight where there was at least an hour of kids wailing, yelling, and other escalated emotional tones. Just part of the background for me, along with serial loud mufflered vehicles all evening.
Time to call this one done for the day, and blog off.
The PC rebooted at least 8 times before it stayed booted up. There is this little game with the perps where I re-boot, they shut it down within 5 seconds, then they boot it up (remotely) and shut it down again, then it is my turn, and this little juvenile jerkaround can go for close to 10 times in succession, like this time, with my in-town brother phoning me at the end of it. Funny how I get these same timings of phone call, i.e. post PC rebooting vexation. So I suspect that the perps will be taking out my PC and having me get the switch repaired, or else have a new case.
He "needed" me to email on his behalf as he claims he cannot work his new PC that was said to have been bought for him. All part of the game, along with the red-orange plasma beam that crossed in front of this very text as I was keystroking.
I did more Excel spreadsheet time at this office I am helping out; it was the usual cough and sneeze stalking when making select, cut, copy, paste, fill, unfill, etc.commands with the mouse. There are endless permutations that are possible, and the perps are still working on this it would seem. There is also the overheard name-dropping, where someone I know by name, sometimes perjoratively for tailing me so close, is mentioned for obscure or trivial reasons. These are "overheard" by me, and this is consistent with past experience everywhere, though it cannot be wholly ascribed to harassment activities directly, as this is usually everyday conversation material. It looks like my Excel work is done as a new hire will be taking over the job. More paper shuffling, folding and collating next week.
And there was a huge swarm of gangstalkers all over me on the street at 1115h, a little too early for lunchtime crowds, but it appears that the perps aren't always using a cover story as they can now co-opt my abilities to notice anomalous public behavior, and substitute their version of what I am to observe and detect. The big black long coated MIB of last week, replicating me in entering the local supermarket at exactly the same time as me was on my tail again, was one block removed from his putative work site. I figure this might be my out-of-town brother in morph-over, as he gets "featured" so often, usually at more critical events. He has this absurd black fedora-like hat on as well, and gave me the stare when I was on the sidewalk, crossing paths at 90 degrees.
1650h
The siren cascade has begun just as I start this posting paragraph. I was being lulled into a near sleep while looking at the LCD display only minutes earlier. I had a doctor's appointment and then a haircut followed, all duly gangstalked, at least vehicularly, even if I took the bus for the first time in some four months. There has been rain most of the day, as I would of walked otherwise.
After the haircut the perps were all over me, having one of their kind loiter over top of the bench I had just vacated, when he had just arrived as the bus came and didn't need to enter the bus shelter at all. There were three more arriving "bus passengers" incidents on my bus travels today; they "happen" to need the bus just as they are sauntering along the sidewaalk at the bus stop. In one such event, the driver stopped the bus for a sidewalk sauntering gangstalker when he wasn't at the bus stop, an exceptional piece of telepathic charity, as the individual did not flag the bus in any way. I was dressed in yesterday's outdoor wear, and today seemed to be a repeat along the same beat, except via a bus. The usual freakshow applied, never mind the shiftless males who seem to be out of work, though in fact they have a real day job called gangstalking.
The doctor's visit was its usual pointless exercise; an Asian of his likeness was gangstalking me downtown today, and I wonder if it was him in morph-over form. The gangstalker had the same degree of brown colored skin, and was the same height. Last month's doctor visit was preceded by the same doctor gangstalking me at the LD store the day before (or of?) the appointment if I recall correctly. Another time he was observed running for the bus along my regular walking beat when I was coming back from gym once. Who knows, it is all very strange to say the least, as one never knows who is exactly who.
1815h
The post dinner wall tapping has started up; so far, about three minutes worth, and has occured after each dinnertime meal in this apartment. Strange how that "happens" each evening, as if I really did have neighbors, the conventional kind that is.
1930h
Now, a round of pounding the concrete ceiling/floor has started up; as an "extra", they add an vibrationary noise of no seeming cause from the other side, as if it were caused by the pounding. This must be a big moment for the perps, attempting to get a handle on the bioenergetics of the digestion process, especially that of brown colored food. Since dinner, they have run a series of loud mufflered vehicles, about 5 per minute with 5 second sound trail-offs, consecutively often. Just another day under the microscope.
I see that they are also working over James Marino, (Dec. 14 posting) especially now that he is moving house, though I know very little about him apart from his blog. And moving is when the perps like to create extra chaos and harassment, as it means the unusual juxtaposition of one's household effects, something that they constantly manage for. And as a bonus, the perps go wild over the profusion of brown colored boxes and the color based energetics interaction that means. Past blogs have detailed the intense obsession that the perps have with this color, and have introduced this into my life from the first moments of begining this overt harassment in 2002.
2255h
An evening spent chasing down web sites related to the infamous Dr. Cameron of the Allen Memorial Institute of McGill University in the 1950's and early 1960's. But no much accomplished as to sources to find out if I was an inductee at age two. Thankfully, the abuse, if it occured even, was not on the level that Carol Rutz suffered in A Nation Betrayed, eventually becoming a Disassociative Disorder patient, with multiple personalities. But, I learned something fascinating; that there are many reports of an even more infamous Dr. Mengle of the Nazi death camp prisoner experimentations having an association with Dr. Ewan Cameron in Montreal. This might explain why the perps saw fit to plant a loud German speaking individual nearby when I was helping at this office. He went on for hours, often lasping into German and back again, and followed the time-worn pattern of being loud at first and slowly reducing the volume over a duration of two hours. And then he went at it again two days later. I did not hear any of his "chat" the last two weeks of helping out there, so this German language planting is most curious. I cannot think of any reasons why the perps would do this, excepting for the general case of having me hear speech, but not be able to detect the words.
That would apply to tonight where there was at least an hour of kids wailing, yelling, and other escalated emotional tones. Just part of the background for me, along with serial loud mufflered vehicles all evening.
Time to call this one done for the day, and blog off.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Blog Posting Takedown
1935h
I just got totally screwed; I had at least one page of details on today's gangstalking action and other stunts, and the perps blew it all away. I had these text deletion assaults constantly in 2002, but they since backed off for the most part. In over 500 blog postings, I never had one forced delete until now. Having spent over 40 minutes in putting it together, I am totally pissed, and it will not be re-keyed from recall as I am getting severe typing sabotage right now.
I also found an older blog posting where a phrase had been ripped out; I cannot be sure how that happened as my inclination to edit these, the normal approach to having one's thoughts messed with, is also being dithered.
2055h
I got the two hours of head tossing before being allowed to sleep, a relatively normal 8 hours total time in bed. As mentioned before, I never miss the reduced sleep hours or get tired or need to make them up. The extended Monday awakeness games have been mentioned in past blogs. As part of the entertainment while being kept awake I got noises of a woman wailing, street hollaring, heavy duty vehicle noise, continued bus service past midnight (seemingly), loud mufflered vehicles trailing off into the distance, about 3 per minute, and often serially, overhead rumbling with a simultaneous zapping and probably a few more games. It seems that many of these planted thoughts and scenarios are now the object of the noisestalking, and not any thoughts of my own as they have all be quelled.
The perps got me going for a constant rage-ification while making, eating and doing the dishes. They have a need to keep my vocalizations going along with ensuring that I am pissed off. It was the usual provocations; pulling objects from my hand, burying food under my fingernails, flicking olive oil about, augmenting anything I do with extra noise, foiling the removal of guacamole from the fork being dragged over the tortilla, foiling other finger coordination and a few others to let me know that I am being jerked around.
2230h
I have been telepathically informed that the reason the perps keep presenting Scottish accents to me, and middle aged male white haired gangstalkers, is that I once suffered the imposition of meeting the infamous Dr. Ewen Cameron in Montreal in 1956-57. My father attended McGill University then and we all lived in Montreal for the academic term. I had no other brothers at the time; my next oldest brother was born in 10-1957. I have no recollections of meeting this infamous psychiatrist/torturer, and it could be that my recall was purged shortly afterward. But some kind of traumatizations remain, as there are no end of (gangstalker) Scottish accents presented to me, middle aged white haired males as well as arrogant loud personalities. All which are reputedly characteristics of his nature. I also have an aversion to hospitals, hospital colors and wheelchairs. Which begs the next question; what harassment and torture did he perform on me? Was he was prone to lay on the electroshock even for children of two years old? There is more to be discovered on this front, but there is a relief there was something genuinely traumatizing in my early childhood development.
The perp also made sure I was threatened with such an electroshock device in 2003 when illegally incarcerated in hospital, and they even made sure I saw the device once. My mother didn't get too concerned about this threat when I mentioned it to her, and nothing ever became of it. But I do get routinely zapped by the perps most days, at least once, and I cannot tell you how much I loathe that harassment technique, usually administered with coincident noise like last night when in bed.
A few years ago, the perps had me read A Nation Betrayed, and In the Sleep Room, both stories related to that infamous episode of CIA sponsored abuse led by the above mentioned Dr. Cameron. It does make me wonder how this story came to light and most of the like CIA sponsored "medical research" files were destroyed.
So one can get a good perspective on the mental makeup of the perps; possibly electroshocking children, but at least seriously traumatizing them for life, monitoring and surveilling them all their lives, and then harassing the absolute shit out them for over five years, per current practice. What is the matter with the perps and this relentless sick streak they are on, and not just me, but all TI's as well as the disasters and massacre events that has their mark of handiwork?
2400h
Time to call this day done, having been screwed out of blogging all that happened today.
I just got totally screwed; I had at least one page of details on today's gangstalking action and other stunts, and the perps blew it all away. I had these text deletion assaults constantly in 2002, but they since backed off for the most part. In over 500 blog postings, I never had one forced delete until now. Having spent over 40 minutes in putting it together, I am totally pissed, and it will not be re-keyed from recall as I am getting severe typing sabotage right now.
I also found an older blog posting where a phrase had been ripped out; I cannot be sure how that happened as my inclination to edit these, the normal approach to having one's thoughts messed with, is also being dithered.
2055h
I got the two hours of head tossing before being allowed to sleep, a relatively normal 8 hours total time in bed. As mentioned before, I never miss the reduced sleep hours or get tired or need to make them up. The extended Monday awakeness games have been mentioned in past blogs. As part of the entertainment while being kept awake I got noises of a woman wailing, street hollaring, heavy duty vehicle noise, continued bus service past midnight (seemingly), loud mufflered vehicles trailing off into the distance, about 3 per minute, and often serially, overhead rumbling with a simultaneous zapping and probably a few more games. It seems that many of these planted thoughts and scenarios are now the object of the noisestalking, and not any thoughts of my own as they have all be quelled.
The perps got me going for a constant rage-ification while making, eating and doing the dishes. They have a need to keep my vocalizations going along with ensuring that I am pissed off. It was the usual provocations; pulling objects from my hand, burying food under my fingernails, flicking olive oil about, augmenting anything I do with extra noise, foiling the removal of guacamole from the fork being dragged over the tortilla, foiling other finger coordination and a few others to let me know that I am being jerked around.
2230h
I have been telepathically informed that the reason the perps keep presenting Scottish accents to me, and middle aged male white haired gangstalkers, is that I once suffered the imposition of meeting the infamous Dr. Ewen Cameron in Montreal in 1956-57. My father attended McGill University then and we all lived in Montreal for the academic term. I had no other brothers at the time; my next oldest brother was born in 10-1957. I have no recollections of meeting this infamous psychiatrist/torturer, and it could be that my recall was purged shortly afterward. But some kind of traumatizations remain, as there are no end of (gangstalker) Scottish accents presented to me, middle aged white haired males as well as arrogant loud personalities. All which are reputedly characteristics of his nature. I also have an aversion to hospitals, hospital colors and wheelchairs. Which begs the next question; what harassment and torture did he perform on me? Was he was prone to lay on the electroshock even for children of two years old? There is more to be discovered on this front, but there is a relief there was something genuinely traumatizing in my early childhood development.
The perp also made sure I was threatened with such an electroshock device in 2003 when illegally incarcerated in hospital, and they even made sure I saw the device once. My mother didn't get too concerned about this threat when I mentioned it to her, and nothing ever became of it. But I do get routinely zapped by the perps most days, at least once, and I cannot tell you how much I loathe that harassment technique, usually administered with coincident noise like last night when in bed.
A few years ago, the perps had me read A Nation Betrayed, and In the Sleep Room, both stories related to that infamous episode of CIA sponsored abuse led by the above mentioned Dr. Cameron. It does make me wonder how this story came to light and most of the like CIA sponsored "medical research" files were destroyed.
So one can get a good perspective on the mental makeup of the perps; possibly electroshocking children, but at least seriously traumatizing them for life, monitoring and surveilling them all their lives, and then harassing the absolute shit out them for over five years, per current practice. What is the matter with the perps and this relentless sick streak they are on, and not just me, but all TI's as well as the disasters and massacre events that has their mark of handiwork?
2400h
Time to call this day done, having been screwed out of blogging all that happened today.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Distant Chainsaws
1040h
It is morning time, and the perps are running the chainsaw noise for the second day in succession. It is a noise that is long familiar to me, from running them, including large models for chainsaw milling, to rural land ownership where someone seemed to always running one from a distance. And so, these planted noises of the past are being utilized again, possibly to associate and correlate my energetic signature from a distance. That is, from wherever the chainsaw is located to the apartment location I am at. Taking on the impossible has not bothered the perps any, given that they are hounding me over red and brown plasma flashes for over five years, all to remediate the trauma based neural associations they created in my development years, IMHO.
It is not like they have a deadline, as these are the assholes who make them for everyone else, and that just might include the capitulation of the US Democratic party's wish to impose deadlines for the government's involvement in the wretched and needless morass of Iraq, where sustained insurrection was guaranteed by not securing the armories until three weeks after invading. That is my understanding of how much of this began, and I could well be incorrect on that account. So perhaps the Democratic Congressional leaders got a visit from the MIB's, or whatever form they take in those quarters, with a threat to comply or else. This Iraq War, the entire Bush cabinet rationales, and now the Democratic Congress backing off doesn't make any sense except in light of some other kind of externally imposed order and objectives, IMHO. I could be fairly accused of being excessively dark and conspiratorial about this, but has anyone got a plausible meta-model for the fabrications, strange behaviors, the utterly senseless hubristic cowboyism, fawning Democrats and the intractable inability in the face of public opposition to end this pointless debacle? Not that I am aware of, and I did get noisestalking as I typed up the above word "war".
1335h
I just got a zapping with the overhead rumbling noise, and was obliged to rant out loud over that, as the perps make sure the impact is unsettling. They have started up the chainsaw noise after lunch again, likely to keep me noisetracked from the before and after lunch continuity perspective.
My ex-wife came to pick up the CD deck and speakers for my car, now my daughter's car. These went mysteriously missing from my parents place and "showed up" in a box two days ago that had been packed before the above mentioned stereo components went missing. How the perps managed that I don't know, but it did happen, and occured before they could fuck my recall at will, which became a issue in the latter part of 2006, and continues at present. So, in essence, the vehicle turnover readiness work I had intended for this time last year, was allowed to be completed a year later when these car stereo components "surfaced". And it does strongly suggest that the fuckers had this little feint all planned over a year ago. And futhermore, that my daughter became eligible to drive in 2006, turning 16 y.o. at the same time as I needed to get rid of my vehicle owing to financial considerations, which suggests even more long term planning of my affairs, even going back to the starting year of overt harassment in 2002.
The reason I mention the perp's planning likelihood (above) is they were chasing me all over the place for the four years I owned the 1982 Volvo 245 from 2002 to 2006, and their objective appears to be quantifying all my energetic reactions to the road surfaces of ashphalt and concrete as well as the tire rubber compounds and attached plastics. So who better to assume ownership of this much studied vehicle than a family member as a my surrogate? That is how I see it, as I am quite sure she is getting monitored as much as I am, but I remain the vehicle for their leading edge human energetics research as they are constantly jerking me around and inundating me with noise, gangstalkers, aggravation, strange phenomenon and the rest of their sick games.
Time to give this invective a break as I am getting more vision impairment fuckery in concert with jabs in the ass.
1910h
My time spent bookmarking movies was ended by a one, two jerkaround of unwanted Flash images that Ad Block Plus cannot remove, and then right eye vision impairment fuckery which is still persisting.
The perps fucked me into a two hour nap this afternoon, post tea and chocolate, so that took care of any notions of going anywhere. After an extra hour of sleep last night, their doing, I was in now way needing a nap, especially of that magnitude. And in their wisdom, they send me into a blitzed tate post-nap, a "slept too much" wastedness that is still playing out, even after dinner. Maybe it is time to read a book, though the vision impairment fuckery won't end as they will revel in the comparison of testing that activity for like vision impairment games.
And the outside noise is increasing in volume; the putative noises of 2 cycle motorcycles, unmufflered vehicles, heavy duty vehicles etc. are now noisier for each instance, or at least immediately following dinner. They were coming on at two per minute, but are now rendered as being further away. These are projected noises from their ability to plant noise anywhere they feel like it, even if there is no conventional causal activity.
I see that the perps have also brought a navy blue colored dumpster into the empty lot that is across the street; and after planting another yellow UPak container on the street (the fifth one since May 01 when I moved in), and their abandoned yellow schoolbus in the same empty lot, the dumpster is now filling up with yellow colored signs or like "toss outs". There is no plausible cover story as to where the debris is coming from to fill the dumpster, but as I have mentioned before, they are caring even less about an ostensible source. As mentioned in yesterday's blog, the navy blue color seems to be a "safe color" and they are attempting to "introduce", in the color to energetics interaction sense, the loathed yellow with the "safe" color.
This was apparent yesterday when they put a navy blue dress operative beside me in the Strength Training session with a brown dressed operative on the other side of me. I also note that the perps are dociling me such that I don't have the instant venomous outlook on their obvious operatives and the rest of the fucking gangstalkers. The planted mindset is that "I" now tolerate them coursing around me which would not be the case if left to my own devices and predilections.
2030h
Another forced switch in task, and the noisestalking starts up again, as if there isn't enough of it. The perps are fucking my vision again, intermitently introducing white fuzziness and then backing off. Plus, they like to have my head bob and weave to "avoid" the fuckery which usually abates, though they can apply this noxious harassment as I am moving my head. They like to set up these "reaction" games, and govern how I respond, if not overdoing it sometimes. Currently, there are three loud mufflered vehicles a minute "going by", a ludicrous amount of traffic for this area and time of day, never mind the absurd volume level at six stories up.
2145h
More of the same, plus feeling floaty again, the hackwork of the perps de-energizing my temporal lobes, something they have been consistently fucking with for the last year at least. And as a "floaty" session comes on, so does the vision impairments and loud road traffic noise simultaneously. For doing realtime brain research, all those coincidences add up to looking for specific neural energetic signatures as to what I sense, see, know etc. and the attempt to correlate them to the objects that I see or hear at any given second.
2230h
Some rare peace and quiet for the last half hour; more on-screen games and plasma moving about, often filling in the white spaces on the LCD display. I am getting hammered with typos, so time to call this a wrap.
It is morning time, and the perps are running the chainsaw noise for the second day in succession. It is a noise that is long familiar to me, from running them, including large models for chainsaw milling, to rural land ownership where someone seemed to always running one from a distance. And so, these planted noises of the past are being utilized again, possibly to associate and correlate my energetic signature from a distance. That is, from wherever the chainsaw is located to the apartment location I am at. Taking on the impossible has not bothered the perps any, given that they are hounding me over red and brown plasma flashes for over five years, all to remediate the trauma based neural associations they created in my development years, IMHO.
It is not like they have a deadline, as these are the assholes who make them for everyone else, and that just might include the capitulation of the US Democratic party's wish to impose deadlines for the government's involvement in the wretched and needless morass of Iraq, where sustained insurrection was guaranteed by not securing the armories until three weeks after invading. That is my understanding of how much of this began, and I could well be incorrect on that account. So perhaps the Democratic Congressional leaders got a visit from the MIB's, or whatever form they take in those quarters, with a threat to comply or else. This Iraq War, the entire Bush cabinet rationales, and now the Democratic Congress backing off doesn't make any sense except in light of some other kind of externally imposed order and objectives, IMHO. I could be fairly accused of being excessively dark and conspiratorial about this, but has anyone got a plausible meta-model for the fabrications, strange behaviors, the utterly senseless hubristic cowboyism, fawning Democrats and the intractable inability in the face of public opposition to end this pointless debacle? Not that I am aware of, and I did get noisestalking as I typed up the above word "war".
1335h
I just got a zapping with the overhead rumbling noise, and was obliged to rant out loud over that, as the perps make sure the impact is unsettling. They have started up the chainsaw noise after lunch again, likely to keep me noisetracked from the before and after lunch continuity perspective.
My ex-wife came to pick up the CD deck and speakers for my car, now my daughter's car. These went mysteriously missing from my parents place and "showed up" in a box two days ago that had been packed before the above mentioned stereo components went missing. How the perps managed that I don't know, but it did happen, and occured before they could fuck my recall at will, which became a issue in the latter part of 2006, and continues at present. So, in essence, the vehicle turnover readiness work I had intended for this time last year, was allowed to be completed a year later when these car stereo components "surfaced". And it does strongly suggest that the fuckers had this little feint all planned over a year ago. And futhermore, that my daughter became eligible to drive in 2006, turning 16 y.o. at the same time as I needed to get rid of my vehicle owing to financial considerations, which suggests even more long term planning of my affairs, even going back to the starting year of overt harassment in 2002.
The reason I mention the perp's planning likelihood (above) is they were chasing me all over the place for the four years I owned the 1982 Volvo 245 from 2002 to 2006, and their objective appears to be quantifying all my energetic reactions to the road surfaces of ashphalt and concrete as well as the tire rubber compounds and attached plastics. So who better to assume ownership of this much studied vehicle than a family member as a my surrogate? That is how I see it, as I am quite sure she is getting monitored as much as I am, but I remain the vehicle for their leading edge human energetics research as they are constantly jerking me around and inundating me with noise, gangstalkers, aggravation, strange phenomenon and the rest of their sick games.
Time to give this invective a break as I am getting more vision impairment fuckery in concert with jabs in the ass.
1910h
My time spent bookmarking movies was ended by a one, two jerkaround of unwanted Flash images that Ad Block Plus cannot remove, and then right eye vision impairment fuckery which is still persisting.
The perps fucked me into a two hour nap this afternoon, post tea and chocolate, so that took care of any notions of going anywhere. After an extra hour of sleep last night, their doing, I was in now way needing a nap, especially of that magnitude. And in their wisdom, they send me into a blitzed tate post-nap, a "slept too much" wastedness that is still playing out, even after dinner. Maybe it is time to read a book, though the vision impairment fuckery won't end as they will revel in the comparison of testing that activity for like vision impairment games.
And the outside noise is increasing in volume; the putative noises of 2 cycle motorcycles, unmufflered vehicles, heavy duty vehicles etc. are now noisier for each instance, or at least immediately following dinner. They were coming on at two per minute, but are now rendered as being further away. These are projected noises from their ability to plant noise anywhere they feel like it, even if there is no conventional causal activity.
I see that the perps have also brought a navy blue colored dumpster into the empty lot that is across the street; and after planting another yellow UPak container on the street (the fifth one since May 01 when I moved in), and their abandoned yellow schoolbus in the same empty lot, the dumpster is now filling up with yellow colored signs or like "toss outs". There is no plausible cover story as to where the debris is coming from to fill the dumpster, but as I have mentioned before, they are caring even less about an ostensible source. As mentioned in yesterday's blog, the navy blue color seems to be a "safe color" and they are attempting to "introduce", in the color to energetics interaction sense, the loathed yellow with the "safe" color.
This was apparent yesterday when they put a navy blue dress operative beside me in the Strength Training session with a brown dressed operative on the other side of me. I also note that the perps are dociling me such that I don't have the instant venomous outlook on their obvious operatives and the rest of the fucking gangstalkers. The planted mindset is that "I" now tolerate them coursing around me which would not be the case if left to my own devices and predilections.
2030h
Another forced switch in task, and the noisestalking starts up again, as if there isn't enough of it. The perps are fucking my vision again, intermitently introducing white fuzziness and then backing off. Plus, they like to have my head bob and weave to "avoid" the fuckery which usually abates, though they can apply this noxious harassment as I am moving my head. They like to set up these "reaction" games, and govern how I respond, if not overdoing it sometimes. Currently, there are three loud mufflered vehicles a minute "going by", a ludicrous amount of traffic for this area and time of day, never mind the absurd volume level at six stories up.
2145h
More of the same, plus feeling floaty again, the hackwork of the perps de-energizing my temporal lobes, something they have been consistently fucking with for the last year at least. And as a "floaty" session comes on, so does the vision impairments and loud road traffic noise simultaneously. For doing realtime brain research, all those coincidences add up to looking for specific neural energetic signatures as to what I sense, see, know etc. and the attempt to correlate them to the objects that I see or hear at any given second.
2230h
Some rare peace and quiet for the last half hour; more on-screen games and plasma moving about, often filling in the white spaces on the LCD display. I am getting hammered with typos, so time to call this a wrap.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Post Monday Fall Out
1655h
As predicted, because last night is a Monday, the perps kept up their intensified harassment to the end by keeping me awake for over an hour in bed, flipping my head from one side to the other, and listening to the orchestrated grunts and groans of putative residents of this rooming house, as well as vehicular traffic that repeats on each side that I am lying on.
I am getting about the 20th loud mufflered vehicle "happening" to be within earshot over the past half hour. Some room shaking is augmenting this noise flurry, as is the wind and the orchestrated window rattling noise. This latter noise is a new feature, only happening since two weeks ago. It is amazing how many more noises have "surfaced" as regular daily events in the past three months, the floorboard squeaking being another. No floorboards squeaked when I first checked out the room, and now they magically do, under the bed, and exactly where I stand to cook and open the fridge. Nothing new as to the circumstances of squeaky floors.
It was a wildland restoration outing morning, followed by a lunch at the drop-in center, and then a yoga session with the very red colored stomach contents from lunch. Naturally each of those exercises was fraught with gangstalkers and other feints that fit the pattern of harassment, and for starters, I got family lookalikes as I entered the drop-in center property.
As I entered the gateway (narrowed path), a gangstalker with a cigarette "happened" to be walking away from the drop-in center, and we crossed paths at exactly the narrow gateway. And this fucker had the height and posture of my father, as well as wearing the same colored coat as me, an olive drab color. At first glance I took him to be a morph-over of my father, but one can never be sure.
Then as I was about to ascend the stairs, a brother lookalike also "happened" to be coming down the stairs to where I was. He had a bigger gut, and wasn't quite the same facially, but as I have seen my brother, without benefit of a morph-over, on missions before, he very well could of been the second perp-helping asshole.
Later, he parked his bald head in the gazebo where the smokers hang out, and the window behind him happened to be removed, and there was a view of his bald head, and a gangstalker/operative on each side of my view, like sentries again. And it does seem to me that the sentry's job is to obstruct my field of view at times, as they do this on the bus and have an operative stand where there are plenty of seats and talk to the driver (likely an operative too).
Anyhow, the first two gangstalkers I see in close at the drop-in center are family lookalikes, both in height, form and a general look, and both had cigarettes in hand, the "space-time" ripper as J K Harms calls any fire or combustive event.
When setting off to the drop-in center from this putative rooming house, as I opened the door, an operative was headed straight for me 2' asway, looking backwards with his navy blue hoodie up, and there was nothing of significance to see. One likely result of this stunt was to have the fucker pass me on my right side, a situation the gangstalkers assiduously attempt everywhere I go. And usually, they follow a color sequence, getting their operatives to act like ambulatory idiots. Never in my life have I seen something so idiotic as approaching a door looking backwards at fuck all.
Another stunt of the perps this morning was to have an oncoming ambulatory gangstalker with a ball cap on with a race-variable look. They put a big shadow under his ball cap so he looked black from 40' away, then at 20' away his face looked brownish like an Asian, then at 10' away, he was Caucasian (finally). The perps haven't played this one for a few weeks, but it was clever, dicking with the lighting on this asshole's face and planting the notion that is was a race based appearance and not this fucking stunt again, one I would of remembered if I hadn't been mind-fucked out of it. It was a combination walk he had; both a gamey leg and a waddle, when I usually only get one or the other.
At yoga, they changed up the mats and had me 90 degrees offset from the usual orientation. They put on two fat women in class this time, one who had been wearing some atrocious red-orange clashing coats and sweaters beforehand, and no doubt her presence was to provide "red glow' from her pre-class wardrobe. And the perps always make me look at the overflowing flesh at some point as it spills out from between garments, e.g. shirt and pants.
The tubby guy in a burgundy red shirt of last week's yoga class was mercifully not there, and my negative reaction to the sight of him might have been the reason. The perps will pull anyone in my proximity to whom I have an adverse reaction to, and most of the time I am not aware of it. I get reminded when someone makes an exit from my environs, or otherwise lies low. As it so happened, this tubby fucker glared at me before the class, and that may have been a purposeful event to precipitate a negative response. I really don't know what the perps are fishing for exactly, but there are no end of stunts to set me up for a negative response, often in the proximity of blonde women. It could quite possibly be an aura comparison attempt the perps are attempting.
I have learned all these negative reaction demographics from the perps and all the stunts they pull with the dress and appearance of the gangstalkers/operatives. Very often they will bring in a black person at the end of my journey, or else sneak them in behind me. And also, they will color match them to proximate vehicles and other landscape features. It is all very fascinating, and the all-time deliberate stunt was to have a woman dressed as an 1950's style nurse step out ahead of me, and turn and face me oncoming on the sidewalk. Only then did I, or was lead to understand, that there might have been a long-past health care worker traumatization that the perps were attempting to elicit a response to. Even since, they have been putting on full white dressed gangstalkers, a very odd color choice in this city.
And the yoga instructor is going to Australia for two weeks; it is simply amazing how many people around me get to go on a holiday in short order. I am a total gift machine for all involved assholes, shills and other detritus that circulate around me, and I am extremely pissed off that my life is in the public domain, much of which I don't even know in any detail, never mind any compensation.
Another redi-mix truck was in the vehicular gangstalk formation when transiting to Government House for the wildland work. And lo, if the street cleaner wasn't ahead of me as well, cleaning the side streets I pass as I walk along the thoroughfare of clustered vehicles in their assigned formations.
1845h
It is pound the house time, only 20 minutes after I have eaten brown colored tortillas, so that gives me a clue that the perps somehow lose track of the foods I eat in terms of their energetics. And they will of course change color in the digestion process, and past readers will know that the perps are nuts over the color of everything I see, and seem to have problems with red, green, brown and yellow the most, and often insert black, white and grey colors, usually in the form of vehicles, to act as some kind of reference base. They have had their operatives walk around me with large black or white panels on occasion, and sometimes the odd dinner plate as well.
1910h
It is now dusk time for the perps to put on more beserk harassment. This time in the form of blocking my access to the Firefox browser tabs, at least for a minute or so, I was navigationally frozen. And they often use this as an excuse into mindfucking me to shutting the whole system down and then "begetting" more fuckery on the next boot up. One stunt leads to creating the cover for the next.
And after playing around with flare colors on my glasses, something they do all the time, but rarely to the level of annoyance, they have decided to add a reflective glow to my left hand as it sits over the keyboard. And there is someone in the next door bathroom doing the gangstalking through the wall while I battle this sudden flurry of sick minded harassment.
1925h
And as I scratch a perp created nose itch, someone slammed the house again, sending vibrations into my room. As always, the timing of the "coincidences" is stellar.
2120h
I have had some relative quiet for the last hour or so, once the building knocking activity was over. There seems to be coincident noises, albeit muted, when I am reading web pages on alternate energy, especially solar and wind power. I don't own any property, so this new found interest does not fit my current circumstances, and this leads me to wonder just who's idea is this.
Anyhow, masers are flitting about as I type, and I am getting severe typo harassment.
2215h
More typo fuckery in keying in the time. I am getting some strange effects; an electric like sensation on the left side of my teeth, and some kind of annoying pain in my left femur (thighbone) with the addition of knee torquing. The assholes twist my leg below my knee to then create pain that registers in the brain regions of interest to them, which is intended to continue their research into whatever the fuck it is that they are after, as if trashing my life isn't enough after sabotaging it for 47 years. It is fucking sick/
And tonight I got a call from a TI some 90 miles away in Nanaimo. She has success in taking the game to the gangstalkers, the only harassment she gets. And she takes a spiritual approach to the situation, which she claims defeats their game. And I got the "depressed" angle again, but my defence is that if every second on your life is monitored, surveilled and controlled, then there are not many prospects for happiness, especially when it is not allowed. And the assholes took away the most helpful medication I was taking, despite the evidence of a SPECT scan that I had.
The phone call died by way of power loss on her side, so nothing was resolved. I still don't know what the deal is; is she shilling for the perps, or just doesn't get it as to how polluted my life is? I am not allowed any self determination; this whole life is scripted. And in 2006 they learned how to access specific details in my recall, so now that is played by remote application of energetics. Anyway, it is another "don't get it", as I explained to her that all my life that I have this inability to bring all the matters to mind, and from what I can tell, it always served the purpose at the time, in the context of consistent lifelong harassment scenarios.
Time to blog off, and put these mysteries behind me, that is, if I have a choice in the matter.
As predicted, because last night is a Monday, the perps kept up their intensified harassment to the end by keeping me awake for over an hour in bed, flipping my head from one side to the other, and listening to the orchestrated grunts and groans of putative residents of this rooming house, as well as vehicular traffic that repeats on each side that I am lying on.
I am getting about the 20th loud mufflered vehicle "happening" to be within earshot over the past half hour. Some room shaking is augmenting this noise flurry, as is the wind and the orchestrated window rattling noise. This latter noise is a new feature, only happening since two weeks ago. It is amazing how many more noises have "surfaced" as regular daily events in the past three months, the floorboard squeaking being another. No floorboards squeaked when I first checked out the room, and now they magically do, under the bed, and exactly where I stand to cook and open the fridge. Nothing new as to the circumstances of squeaky floors.
It was a wildland restoration outing morning, followed by a lunch at the drop-in center, and then a yoga session with the very red colored stomach contents from lunch. Naturally each of those exercises was fraught with gangstalkers and other feints that fit the pattern of harassment, and for starters, I got family lookalikes as I entered the drop-in center property.
As I entered the gateway (narrowed path), a gangstalker with a cigarette "happened" to be walking away from the drop-in center, and we crossed paths at exactly the narrow gateway. And this fucker had the height and posture of my father, as well as wearing the same colored coat as me, an olive drab color. At first glance I took him to be a morph-over of my father, but one can never be sure.
Then as I was about to ascend the stairs, a brother lookalike also "happened" to be coming down the stairs to where I was. He had a bigger gut, and wasn't quite the same facially, but as I have seen my brother, without benefit of a morph-over, on missions before, he very well could of been the second perp-helping asshole.
Later, he parked his bald head in the gazebo where the smokers hang out, and the window behind him happened to be removed, and there was a view of his bald head, and a gangstalker/operative on each side of my view, like sentries again. And it does seem to me that the sentry's job is to obstruct my field of view at times, as they do this on the bus and have an operative stand where there are plenty of seats and talk to the driver (likely an operative too).
Anyhow, the first two gangstalkers I see in close at the drop-in center are family lookalikes, both in height, form and a general look, and both had cigarettes in hand, the "space-time" ripper as J K Harms calls any fire or combustive event.
When setting off to the drop-in center from this putative rooming house, as I opened the door, an operative was headed straight for me 2' asway, looking backwards with his navy blue hoodie up, and there was nothing of significance to see. One likely result of this stunt was to have the fucker pass me on my right side, a situation the gangstalkers assiduously attempt everywhere I go. And usually, they follow a color sequence, getting their operatives to act like ambulatory idiots. Never in my life have I seen something so idiotic as approaching a door looking backwards at fuck all.
Another stunt of the perps this morning was to have an oncoming ambulatory gangstalker with a ball cap on with a race-variable look. They put a big shadow under his ball cap so he looked black from 40' away, then at 20' away his face looked brownish like an Asian, then at 10' away, he was Caucasian (finally). The perps haven't played this one for a few weeks, but it was clever, dicking with the lighting on this asshole's face and planting the notion that is was a race based appearance and not this fucking stunt again, one I would of remembered if I hadn't been mind-fucked out of it. It was a combination walk he had; both a gamey leg and a waddle, when I usually only get one or the other.
At yoga, they changed up the mats and had me 90 degrees offset from the usual orientation. They put on two fat women in class this time, one who had been wearing some atrocious red-orange clashing coats and sweaters beforehand, and no doubt her presence was to provide "red glow' from her pre-class wardrobe. And the perps always make me look at the overflowing flesh at some point as it spills out from between garments, e.g. shirt and pants.
The tubby guy in a burgundy red shirt of last week's yoga class was mercifully not there, and my negative reaction to the sight of him might have been the reason. The perps will pull anyone in my proximity to whom I have an adverse reaction to, and most of the time I am not aware of it. I get reminded when someone makes an exit from my environs, or otherwise lies low. As it so happened, this tubby fucker glared at me before the class, and that may have been a purposeful event to precipitate a negative response. I really don't know what the perps are fishing for exactly, but there are no end of stunts to set me up for a negative response, often in the proximity of blonde women. It could quite possibly be an aura comparison attempt the perps are attempting.
I have learned all these negative reaction demographics from the perps and all the stunts they pull with the dress and appearance of the gangstalkers/operatives. Very often they will bring in a black person at the end of my journey, or else sneak them in behind me. And also, they will color match them to proximate vehicles and other landscape features. It is all very fascinating, and the all-time deliberate stunt was to have a woman dressed as an 1950's style nurse step out ahead of me, and turn and face me oncoming on the sidewalk. Only then did I, or was lead to understand, that there might have been a long-past health care worker traumatization that the perps were attempting to elicit a response to. Even since, they have been putting on full white dressed gangstalkers, a very odd color choice in this city.
And the yoga instructor is going to Australia for two weeks; it is simply amazing how many people around me get to go on a holiday in short order. I am a total gift machine for all involved assholes, shills and other detritus that circulate around me, and I am extremely pissed off that my life is in the public domain, much of which I don't even know in any detail, never mind any compensation.
Another redi-mix truck was in the vehicular gangstalk formation when transiting to Government House for the wildland work. And lo, if the street cleaner wasn't ahead of me as well, cleaning the side streets I pass as I walk along the thoroughfare of clustered vehicles in their assigned formations.
1845h
It is pound the house time, only 20 minutes after I have eaten brown colored tortillas, so that gives me a clue that the perps somehow lose track of the foods I eat in terms of their energetics. And they will of course change color in the digestion process, and past readers will know that the perps are nuts over the color of everything I see, and seem to have problems with red, green, brown and yellow the most, and often insert black, white and grey colors, usually in the form of vehicles, to act as some kind of reference base. They have had their operatives walk around me with large black or white panels on occasion, and sometimes the odd dinner plate as well.
1910h
It is now dusk time for the perps to put on more beserk harassment. This time in the form of blocking my access to the Firefox browser tabs, at least for a minute or so, I was navigationally frozen. And they often use this as an excuse into mindfucking me to shutting the whole system down and then "begetting" more fuckery on the next boot up. One stunt leads to creating the cover for the next.
And after playing around with flare colors on my glasses, something they do all the time, but rarely to the level of annoyance, they have decided to add a reflective glow to my left hand as it sits over the keyboard. And there is someone in the next door bathroom doing the gangstalking through the wall while I battle this sudden flurry of sick minded harassment.
1925h
And as I scratch a perp created nose itch, someone slammed the house again, sending vibrations into my room. As always, the timing of the "coincidences" is stellar.
2120h
I have had some relative quiet for the last hour or so, once the building knocking activity was over. There seems to be coincident noises, albeit muted, when I am reading web pages on alternate energy, especially solar and wind power. I don't own any property, so this new found interest does not fit my current circumstances, and this leads me to wonder just who's idea is this.
Anyhow, masers are flitting about as I type, and I am getting severe typo harassment.
2215h
More typo fuckery in keying in the time. I am getting some strange effects; an electric like sensation on the left side of my teeth, and some kind of annoying pain in my left femur (thighbone) with the addition of knee torquing. The assholes twist my leg below my knee to then create pain that registers in the brain regions of interest to them, which is intended to continue their research into whatever the fuck it is that they are after, as if trashing my life isn't enough after sabotaging it for 47 years. It is fucking sick/
And tonight I got a call from a TI some 90 miles away in Nanaimo. She has success in taking the game to the gangstalkers, the only harassment she gets. And she takes a spiritual approach to the situation, which she claims defeats their game. And I got the "depressed" angle again, but my defence is that if every second on your life is monitored, surveilled and controlled, then there are not many prospects for happiness, especially when it is not allowed. And the assholes took away the most helpful medication I was taking, despite the evidence of a SPECT scan that I had.
The phone call died by way of power loss on her side, so nothing was resolved. I still don't know what the deal is; is she shilling for the perps, or just doesn't get it as to how polluted my life is? I am not allowed any self determination; this whole life is scripted. And in 2006 they learned how to access specific details in my recall, so now that is played by remote application of energetics. Anyway, it is another "don't get it", as I explained to her that all my life that I have this inability to bring all the matters to mind, and from what I can tell, it always served the purpose at the time, in the context of consistent lifelong harassment scenarios.
Time to blog off, and put these mysteries behind me, that is, if I have a choice in the matter.
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