07-13-2016
That is me, after my second IV iron treatment today. I drove up to the big city for this, the second of three. Not much difference after the first one, so I am still optimistically waiting for a positive outcome. Ideally that would be a significantly improvement to dopamine genesis as it is moderated by iron. And hence, a reduction of those ADD comorbidities, the ridiculous clinical term to describe conditions that "happen" to exist with ADD (or other). That it is a brown colored solution, Venofer in saline would also be of significant interest to the "brown tyranny gang" that runs/ruins my life to the microsecond level of coordination. It is of course the same gang that sponsors gangstalking me wherever I go, and too, the relentless toilet blocking from 2002 to 2012, having the brown, no matter the volume, block the toilet time without fail. Once, they even blocked the toilet when all I did was pee in it. Yes, they are that fucking insane. And just as ruthless.
Another one of their insane preoccupations is rubber, the kind derived from rubber trees and in every automotive tire ever made. On that front, they may have had a hand in my car tires prematurely wearing, as they have 52k km on them and are nearly at the wear bars when the tires have a 135k km warranty on them. If that weren't enough, the local supplier who would of backed the warranty from the tire manufacturer switched to another commercial allegiance and is not backing the warranty since July 01. Adding insult to injury, I was going to stop at the remaining tire store in the vicinity on the way back, and took my bearings and note of my landmarks when passing by the tire store. (One who would back the warranty). And lo, if they didn't box me in among tractor trailers and other tall transport trucks and I "missed" the landmarks and didn't get to figure it out until I was well past the turn off. Thanks a bunch assholes. Though, they could of added some real time remotely applied mind fuckery as part of it too. Hard to tell any more. I had been planning this stop off for a week, and even researching the store location and available replacement tires online. And poof, the assholes have me miss it altogether.
And as part of the above mentioned tire wear stunt, I "happened" to have two small tires for a hand truck (dolly) in my vehicle as I purchased a replacement yesterday. This was for work, as the dolly tire was ripped and needed replacement. After work I went to a tire store but they suggested a major Canadian hardware retailer, a store I loathe for the staff's red shirts and never finding the item I want. And in a rare instance, I did not get skunked (that is, not find the item, and come up empty), but found the very substitute I was looking for. So, I had the old dolly tire and the new one in my vehicle when visiting the big city and returning, and when "somehow" missing the turn to the tire store to have my vehicle tires examined for a warranty claim, per above.
Back to the IV iron drip; this was at the offices of the "good doctor", though it hasn't always been so. She did good today though, she offered to get my bone scan and CT scan results, and she did. (The requesting doctor, the urologist, has yet to tell me). She said it was good news; no metastasis of prostate cancer evident. Well sort of good news; for the last three weeks the assholes have been giving me pelvic stiffness and some minor pain which was VERY suggestive of metastatic prostate cancer spread. And as noted in prior postings, they also pummeled me with notions that it was metastasized cancer and had me imagining my own departure from this wretched planet. No such luck; I have to deal with just prostate cancer now and don't have a ticket out of here. And in case you are wondering why I would think that way, it would be normal for anyone in my circumstances to do so. Imagine your life governed down to your every last thought, fleeting ones even, not to mention one's actions, outcomes and one's entire environmental sensors; hearing, touch and sight. Not to mention that everywhere I go seems to be scripted ahead of time, with the usual doleful or contrite countenances. There is absolutely no quality of life; it is worse than being an incapacitated cancer patient. Having a ticket to check out of this mortal plane would be a godsend, and we know who plays god here don't we?
[added, one day after first posting as I missed this stub]
I just finished an epic book this week, and it took at least four days of processing for me after I finished it. It is titled "Me and Lee; how I came to know, love and lose Lee Harvey Oswald". If you have just a passing interest in JFK's assassination it is a definite must read. I am by no means a scholar on this subject, though I have read at most, 20 books. And without a doubt, "Me and Lee" is a substantial piece of work to fill in the missing background story. How the author, Judyth Vary, did not get nixed in the Great Witness Killings, as have so many in highly improbable circumstances (and odds) is a mystery in itself. And too, getting this work published when the mainstream press are such fawning sycophants of the hand that feeds them is another astonishing accomplishment. And it is a love story too, something I found myself strangely emotionally connected with. If you want a short study of the JFK assassination, get the director's cut of "JFK" by film director Oliver Stone. Yes, it is 3 hours long, but it is very accurate and informative of the labyrinth of lies that forms the conspiracy.
07-16-2016
Saturday, and no work at the casual employer today, two weeks in succession. I got word from my phone call that they laid more vineyard workers off and that they don't work Saturdays any more. Hard to believe that, as last year they worked all Saturdays through the summer and the Mexican crew worked Sundays too. Anyhow, the gig is done, and I will miss the $90 per worked day.
And why are the perps pumping me so hard about feeling fat of late? It has been going on for three weeks now, and yes, I am 20 to 30lb overweight per BMI, (200lb) but nowhere near as bad as the gangstalking gut show arranged around me everywhere I go.
07-17-2016
Sunday, and a few hours of paid work. Not too many that I couldn't get more more prostate cancer research done. In the mid afternoon I went to the gym and began my treadmill test. That is, how long can I run for. The reason for doing this test was that the recent iron IV's of the past two weeks may be helping me and I needed to find out. I was pleasantly surprised that I ran 14 min. at 6 mph after a six minute warm up. Past performance, pre-iron IV's were like 3 minutes. Soo... it seems that the iron IV's are giving me more physical stamina. Or else the perps are allowing me to run. Back in 2003 they hacked me by making me so floppy and so tired that I gave up after 3 blocks, say 10 minutes. They just did not want me doing aerobic exercise, probably because it generates more dopamine, something they have long governed with significant levels of intrusion. (E.g, taking me off my very successful ADD stimulant medications twice in 2002). And swimming was verboten too, as I had been a swimmer of 14 years since 1986, and swam 2500m per workout, 3x per week, every week.
Said iron IV's don't appear to be helping me on the dopamine genesis front as I was hoping, or at least not so far. One more to go in two weeks. I can tell as my mood improves, I get onto finishing all kinds of loose ends and am much more organized. And too, libido improvement would be nice too, but hey, the greater the expectations the greater the disappointment especially when some Psychopathic agency can, and will, down regulate any mind/body function improvement they so choose. And they do; a lifetime of being ADD and therefore being dopamine deficient counts for squat. Or else any improvements are then down regulated, as in dampened and/or decreased no matter the efforts devoted to improving such.
And prostate cancer research is becoming a major rabbit hole; the current medical orthodoxy is that testosterone causes prostate cancer. This is absolutely ridiculous, as young dudes would be getting prostate cancer all the time. But as testosterone, (and dopamine for that matter), decrease by 1% a year after age 40, then might it not be a testosterone deficiency that is the problem? Well, it is a little more complicated than that as it is more about the testosterone:estrogen ratio, and well as testosterone:progesterone ratio. This is what I learned from two sources, one written by an MD. But no, two prostate doctors say testosterone is the problem, but of course they don't have any explanation as to why young males rarely get it.
Even the whole cancer genesis model is fraught with controversy. The orthodox doctors, and the FDA and other organizations of the same ilk say it is disorganized DNA growth. The alternate medicine crowd say it is viral or microbial invasion of the cells should cellular conditions permit such growth. I am siding with the alternates; as soon as the FDA and the national cancer agencies provide their orthodoxy, the doctors line up or else get pilloried. And then this ridiculous travesty called "chemotherapy", where these drugs hammer the shit out of the immune system, the one last defence, is maintained as "treatment" is just absurd. Into this netherworld of fanatic idiocy, then proscribed as orthodoxy, all in the name of objective science, (ahem) the perps launch me with their kiss of death, prostate cancer. None of the usual options look good: cut out the prostate, irradiate it from outside, or else put radioactive seeds in the prostate. Incontinence and/or impotence are the usual collateral damage. And they call this a "cure" for crissakes. I will take the cancer over the diapers and the rest of it anytime. There is no question that cancer research is highly contained, with the FDA acting as the lead bully should any one stray from the fold.
Only the proton beam therapy (PBT) seems to offer efficacious treatment with next to no permanent side effects/collateral damage. At $250k a pop, it isn't going to happen for this broke-ass seasonal farm worker. BUT that did not stop the perps from harassing the living shit out of me, as in pummeling me with the possibility of this treatment and what it would be like at Loma Linda hospital. I was reading about it yesterday, and the perps followed last night by awakening me twice so they could then run this treatment scenario in mind as if it were possible. And too, all day today, they planted notions of being treated with PBT at Loma Linda hospital where the book author was treated. (And who are the pioneers of this therapy method). Added to that ridiculousness they had me meeting ML while there. These planted notions are absolutely utter bullshit and yet it has gone on all day, and it is patently absurd, something I determined two weeks ago when reading about it online. Then I get a book on this two days ago, and read it, and now the perps again erupt in planting this treatment as an option last night in my sleep and all day today. Unless I win the lotto, and I never buy tickets, it isn't ever going to happen. Yet another example of perp mind invasion with absurd or unrealistic notions, and keeping it up all day no less.
Time to launch this for the week so I can get other things done.
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Sunday, July 17, 2016
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Late Start
1630h
The longest non-medicated nightime sleep last night; 11.5 hours. The assholes kept me sleeping in bed until 1100h, the worst piece of sleep duration fuckery I have known, apart from some of their medication games back in 2002.
This meant breakfast then, and a shortened get-ready routine, no frontal shaving today. But a nut shave last night, so maybe they wanted my nuts to "glow" from their shave and not my front. I was allowed to have a face shave today though. And here is and I haven't had any food all afternoon either, I just haven't been hungry, another managed state I have come to know.
And a skim of water on the kitchen countertop this morning when I was finally allowed to get up. A 2'x2' square of the E. facing countertop had this pond of water that appeared to come from nowhere. And it soaked the bottom of the knife block, so it had to be put on the stove burner (not on) to dry out. The assholes took the occasion to then have four knives fly out from the block as I moved it a whole
I did a bus trip to the in-town brother's to see to cat care, and refilling bowls and the like. The outbound bus at 1330h had some 25 passengers, all from the freakshow of the Unfavored it seemed. Even my cretin buddy of last week's back and forths somehow managed to end up on the same bus. And my stickiest stalker was the dude in a deep brown jacket with a light brown lunch bag who also did his back and forths and encirclement at the outbound bus stop. And lo, if he doen't attain "fellow traveller" status by both getting on and off at the same bus stops as I did, brown paper bag in hand still.
And a big black tour bus outside the Sugar Nightclub, about two bus lengths back from the outbound bus stop, and that must be Sara Harmer and band, who play their tonight. Her latest CD "Oh Little Fire" was the first one I have purchased since 2004, whatever that might have to do with perp games. This entire town is radiating and pulsing with some form of energetic treatment, and I have no idea who in the music industry is in on any of this, or if at all. It is unlikely that I will go to her concert tonight, as the perps fucked me out of getting advance tickets for two days, so that is a reasonable assumption. But in TI World, nothing is for sure, especially those sudden thoughts that can be remotely applied.
And in concert with the recruiter call from Richmond BC two days ago, the perps have been relentlessly planting notions as to what it would be like to live there, work in an office and the rest of that nonsense that has no bearing whatsover; if there is an in-person interview, it will be at least two weeks from now I was told. I did get a email today from an IBM consultant outfit for a job in Regina, Saskatchewan, and that is quite far away and maybe just too far. I have no idea where all this harassment is taking me, and how changing job residence locations fits into their sick plans.
2030h
And how many times have my saved browser tabs been wiped out at the next logon? At least 15x in the last two weeks, when I never had any problem with this Firefox feature for the prior three years. Then my Google configuration preferences keep getting wiped out; I like 100 results/page and all I get now is 10/page, even immediately after changing the settings. This PC sabotage has become very vexing of late as it has become so persistent.
2140h
Another screaming rage show over this PC getting locked up and suddenly sluggish. Even the Windows oversight program called Task Manager won't delete the nonresponding processes. Another stunt they pull while attempting to see what is running or not, is that they dim down the LCD display so Firefox, or Windows Explorer is only at half brightness. This seems to be in keeping with their games of changing light intensity in real life, dimming down Unfavoreds in a special dim light that travels with them. Interestingly, the CD that is the deemed "cause" of the ripping and PC slowdown problems is one that has the artist's signature on it, obtained in the early Fuckover days of 06-2002.
Now the Amazon.com player won't run, surely to limit my activities while the CD's are spinning in the drive. Never have I had so many PC sabotage events come at me one after the other. And as I typed that, the overhead rumbling started up, as if a big sliding glass door could move around overhead and track me, and erupt immediately overhead.
2200h
And another round of getting screwed, this time music listening isn't allowed, and the exercise seems to be all about having me switch between the pathetic headphones I am allowed and the earmuffs, designed only for noise attenuation. It is fucking bizarre as it is insane to piss with me and what I want to do. I don't give a shit about someone's noncensual human experimentation and the differences of wearing one item on my head and not another, I want to be left alone. The perps are fucking beserk tonight, continuing last night's insane abusive interventions.
2300h
This PC is running very slow tonight, for some applications and not others; e.g. the Firefox dialog box for select, copy, paste bounds are showing but not the contents no matter how long I wait. So.... I will blog off for tonight and attempt to find out what is going on tomorrow.
The longest non-medicated nightime sleep last night; 11.5 hours. The assholes kept me sleeping in bed until 1100h, the worst piece of sleep duration fuckery I have known, apart from some of their medication games back in 2002.
This meant breakfast then, and a shortened get-ready routine, no frontal shaving today. But a nut shave last night, so maybe they wanted my nuts to "glow" from their shave and not my front. I was allowed to have a face shave today though. And here is and I haven't had any food all afternoon either, I just haven't been hungry, another managed state I have come to know.
And a skim of water on the kitchen countertop this morning when I was finally allowed to get up. A 2'x2' square of the E. facing countertop had this pond of water that appeared to come from nowhere. And it soaked the bottom of the knife block, so it had to be put on the stove burner (not on) to dry out. The assholes took the occasion to then have four knives fly out from the block as I moved it a whole
I did a bus trip to the in-town brother's to see to cat care, and refilling bowls and the like. The outbound bus at 1330h had some 25 passengers, all from the freakshow of the Unfavored it seemed. Even my cretin buddy of last week's back and forths somehow managed to end up on the same bus. And my stickiest stalker was the dude in a deep brown jacket with a light brown lunch bag who also did his back and forths and encirclement at the outbound bus stop. And lo, if he doen't attain "fellow traveller" status by both getting on and off at the same bus stops as I did, brown paper bag in hand still.
And a big black tour bus outside the Sugar Nightclub, about two bus lengths back from the outbound bus stop, and that must be Sara Harmer and band, who play their tonight. Her latest CD "Oh Little Fire" was the first one I have purchased since 2004, whatever that might have to do with perp games. This entire town is radiating and pulsing with some form of energetic treatment, and I have no idea who in the music industry is in on any of this, or if at all. It is unlikely that I will go to her concert tonight, as the perps fucked me out of getting advance tickets for two days, so that is a reasonable assumption. But in TI World, nothing is for sure, especially those sudden thoughts that can be remotely applied.
And in concert with the recruiter call from Richmond BC two days ago, the perps have been relentlessly planting notions as to what it would be like to live there, work in an office and the rest of that nonsense that has no bearing whatsover; if there is an in-person interview, it will be at least two weeks from now I was told. I did get a email today from an IBM consultant outfit for a job in Regina, Saskatchewan, and that is quite far away and maybe just too far. I have no idea where all this harassment is taking me, and how changing job residence locations fits into their sick plans.
2030h
And how many times have my saved browser tabs been wiped out at the next logon? At least 15x in the last two weeks, when I never had any problem with this Firefox feature for the prior three years. Then my Google configuration preferences keep getting wiped out; I like 100 results/page and all I get now is 10/page, even immediately after changing the settings. This PC sabotage has become very vexing of late as it has become so persistent.
2140h
Another screaming rage show over this PC getting locked up and suddenly sluggish. Even the Windows oversight program called Task Manager won't delete the nonresponding processes. Another stunt they pull while attempting to see what is running or not, is that they dim down the LCD display so Firefox, or Windows Explorer is only at half brightness. This seems to be in keeping with their games of changing light intensity in real life, dimming down Unfavoreds in a special dim light that travels with them. Interestingly, the CD that is the deemed "cause" of the ripping and PC slowdown problems is one that has the artist's signature on it, obtained in the early Fuckover days of 06-2002.
Now the Amazon.com player won't run, surely to limit my activities while the CD's are spinning in the drive. Never have I had so many PC sabotage events come at me one after the other. And as I typed that, the overhead rumbling started up, as if a big sliding glass door could move around overhead and track me, and erupt immediately overhead.
2200h
And another round of getting screwed, this time music listening isn't allowed, and the exercise seems to be all about having me switch between the pathetic headphones I am allowed and the earmuffs, designed only for noise attenuation. It is fucking bizarre as it is insane to piss with me and what I want to do. I don't give a shit about someone's noncensual human experimentation and the differences of wearing one item on my head and not another, I want to be left alone. The perps are fucking beserk tonight, continuing last night's insane abusive interventions.
2300h
This PC is running very slow tonight, for some applications and not others; e.g. the Firefox dialog box for select, copy, paste bounds are showing but not the contents no matter how long I wait. So.... I will blog off for tonight and attempt to find out what is going on tomorrow.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Chocolate as a Perp Highlight
1510h
All regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed over the color brown and take no end of liberties to ensure that I get plenty of exposure to this color. One method they have is to control my "need" for chocolate, something they do to the tune of $120 per month in 100g bars, twice I day. I cannot, or am not allowed to refrain, and I never had this problem before they struck me with overt harassment in 2002.
Therefore it is no surprise that the perps arrange 100g of chocolate for breakfast, and then again at a mid afternoon teatime. And of course, noisestalking and other planted phenomenon from their repetoire of stunts. Today it was the hallway originating sound of the apartment manager walking and talking by, and then doing his pre-apartment entry statement of intention to enter. And of course it is timed just when the first piece is in hand, and later when I have refilled my mug to eat the final last section. On the scale of impositional harassment, this is fairly low, and this is more to demonstrate the games that go on with specific colors and associated neural response to the impositions at the same circumstance. And for typing that, I just got nailed with a zapping and an coincident overhead pounding noise. Funny how these phenomen erupt just when I might be doing some thinking for myself instead of being a vehicle for this grotesque depravity called nonconsensual mind control research.
Anyhow, it would seem that the perps are working on some kind of male - female association that I might make with persons, especially when reading blogs. If I know the author to be female, the perps block that knowledge and replace it with the planted notion the author is male, and then when in mid-read, they let me in on what I do know, and would not forget. Call it thought substitution, and from their perspective, the more incorrect the planted notion, the better they like it. Other games include planting totally incorrect recall, something I never do, and have it play as if it was correct, and then later let me access the knowledge that I do have. It is fucking outrageous that I am not allowed access to my own thoughts.
And I see that my usual call into a regular volunteer bureau will be arranged to have a male, instead of the woman who runs the operation and whom I have met. Obviously, this stunt/obsession has a long way to go, and it might relate to the Unfavored demographic groups, one being adult males, the likely perpetrators of traumatizations in the 1950's. This is the scenario the perps have planted at least, though much of their gangstalking revolves around this concept, and that the membership is relatively consistent. There has been no end of shiftless loitering males in the ambulatory gangstalker cast for the past few weeks, something I have remarked on before, and it is not entirely the vagrant acts by any means. It is plain fucking strange to have two middle aged MIB's in the elevator lobby in this apartment block, mostly consisting of studio warrens for the student population. That was yesterday's opening gangstalking display, and having them both on cell phones was another absurdity, all for the localized and greater electromagnetic field and associated vocalizations of male voices it would seem. And one was a skinhead no less, the most disgusting hair cover going.
I have yet to buy the perps line that the male skinhead act is to replicate long ago traumatizations related to seeing aliens when I was very young. As regular readers will know, the perps seem to be attempting to create subconscious reactions/recall to subconscious traumatizations recall related to their past nefarious deeds and subsequent memory deletion fuckery. They also have their gangstalkers wear hoodies over their heads, even when unneeded, again, simulating a more alien like body form in part. I don't know if I saw any aliens, and I don't care. I want to be left alone and not have this constant parade of freaks and freakishness going on around me. It is not my problem, so why am I being hounded over some other agency's grevious fuckups of the long past?
The only answer I get to that is a clunk and a maser spot exactly over where I am typing. Not good enough from the assholes who have likely governed my every breath and food intake. It is their problem and does not need me in any way; why don't they fuck their own instead of life-raping innocent citizens for six years and counting?
Today looks to be a shut-in day, as are most Wednesdays of late. I don't know why they have this schedule of inaction for me, but it is consistent with the long past, the pre-2002 overt harassment days even. It is just plain fucking tiresome, having nothing much to do. If I attempted to read a book off script, they would dither my reading to prevent it from happening. If I attempted to go for a walk they would swarm me and make the event pointless. As mentioned in past blogs, there has been employer arranged lapses in their project plans where nothing was scheduled, due to the
conditions under their control.
1840h
I am being beamed upon, noted in past blogs at dusk onset.. The last post with pictures showed the three buildings that are used as putative reflection sources, though I suspect it is the perps pulling their plasma lighting tricks again. This means that a seeming sunlight beam is coming through the window and lighting up my keyboard as I type. Some shadow flashes are also being displayed; these are where a momentary darkness flashes in my apartment. I don't know of any conventional physical cover story that could account for that, as anything is possible diven the apparent control over materiality and physicality that is routine around me.
The horrendous Harley Davidson motorcycle noises were started up for 20 minutes before dinner, and continued for at least 40 minutes afterward. I reckon some neural noisetracking was the reason for this, as it seems that food digestion is a problematic juncture for the perps. It may be the color of the food and the stomach contents and of course the ongoing digestive processes. Again, it is not my problem so why am I the poster boy for remotely applied abuse?
This time I get the faux dog barking noise as an answer; there are no residential properties around here that would have dogs, and so the prospect is remote that there is a walked dog that barks with such unerring timing. I am also getting more plasma flashed at me today; little augmentations to the shape or color of something in peripherial vision and when I move my gaze to my central vision, the plasma augmentation activity is immediately stopped. One is not allowed to know what they are seeing in perpworld, this unconventional hell that I have been cast into. And of course the abettance of all whom I meet and have known; they were in on the abuse when I came to know them, and of course never said anything. Only once was I allowed a hint; while at a casual lunch, my then boss said, "trust no one". And of course I was not allowed any analytical thought to question such a draconian perspective, and was left pondering this statement ever since. Once this constant hell was made known to me, that remark mader perfect sense. And of course I am not allowed to follow that advice and am routinely controlled to "forget" and interact with the quisling community that runs river deep in this city. There must be other TI's here that are being kept from me, as I cannot see how the perps can justify a whole city takeover for one harassment subject.
1910h
A horrific loud mufflered vehicle noise erupted as I changed web pages; it is most strange how they can erupt without any prior warning of approach.
2110h
A very loud ripping Harley Davidson motorcycle noise erupted after having the headphones on for all of 30 seconds. This repeats the timing of such intrusive noise in coordination with the same activity.
2230h
I have been listening to music samples on CD Baby. The samples are tactically ended as I do the usual noisestalked activities of copy, cut, paste, bookmark, selecting a new web page, visiting the bookmark manager etc. Someone is timing the interuption of music, i.e. the end of the sample, at the instant I perform these minutae that are of abiding interest to the perps.
And now the knee torquing torture is upon me. Time to blog off on this dull shut-in day and call it done.
All regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed over the color brown and take no end of liberties to ensure that I get plenty of exposure to this color. One method they have is to control my "need" for chocolate, something they do to the tune of $120 per month in 100g bars, twice I day. I cannot, or am not allowed to refrain, and I never had this problem before they struck me with overt harassment in 2002.
Therefore it is no surprise that the perps arrange 100g of chocolate for breakfast, and then again at a mid afternoon teatime. And of course, noisestalking and other planted phenomenon from their repetoire of stunts. Today it was the hallway originating sound of the apartment manager walking and talking by, and then doing his pre-apartment entry statement of intention to enter. And of course it is timed just when the first piece is in hand, and later when I have refilled my mug to eat the final last section. On the scale of impositional harassment, this is fairly low, and this is more to demonstrate the games that go on with specific colors and associated neural response to the impositions at the same circumstance. And for typing that, I just got nailed with a zapping and an coincident overhead pounding noise. Funny how these phenomen erupt just when I might be doing some thinking for myself instead of being a vehicle for this grotesque depravity called nonconsensual mind control research.
Anyhow, it would seem that the perps are working on some kind of male - female association that I might make with persons, especially when reading blogs. If I know the author to be female, the perps block that knowledge and replace it with the planted notion the author is male, and then when in mid-read, they let me in on what I do know, and would not forget. Call it thought substitution, and from their perspective, the more incorrect the planted notion, the better they like it. Other games include planting totally incorrect recall, something I never do, and have it play as if it was correct, and then later let me access the knowledge that I do have. It is fucking outrageous that I am not allowed access to my own thoughts.
And I see that my usual call into a regular volunteer bureau will be arranged to have a male, instead of the woman who runs the operation and whom I have met. Obviously, this stunt/obsession has a long way to go, and it might relate to the Unfavored demographic groups, one being adult males, the likely perpetrators of traumatizations in the 1950's. This is the scenario the perps have planted at least, though much of their gangstalking revolves around this concept, and that the membership is relatively consistent. There has been no end of shiftless loitering males in the ambulatory gangstalker cast for the past few weeks, something I have remarked on before, and it is not entirely the vagrant acts by any means. It is plain fucking strange to have two middle aged MIB's in the elevator lobby in this apartment block, mostly consisting of studio warrens for the student population. That was yesterday's opening gangstalking display, and having them both on cell phones was another absurdity, all for the localized and greater electromagnetic field and associated vocalizations of male voices it would seem. And one was a skinhead no less, the most disgusting hair cover going.
I have yet to buy the perps line that the male skinhead act is to replicate long ago traumatizations related to seeing aliens when I was very young. As regular readers will know, the perps seem to be attempting to create subconscious reactions/recall to subconscious traumatizations recall related to their past nefarious deeds and subsequent memory deletion fuckery. They also have their gangstalkers wear hoodies over their heads, even when unneeded, again, simulating a more alien like body form in part. I don't know if I saw any aliens, and I don't care. I want to be left alone and not have this constant parade of freaks and freakishness going on around me. It is not my problem, so why am I being hounded over some other agency's grevious fuckups of the long past?
The only answer I get to that is a clunk and a maser spot exactly over where I am typing. Not good enough from the assholes who have likely governed my every breath and food intake. It is their problem and does not need me in any way; why don't they fuck their own instead of life-raping innocent citizens for six years and counting?
Today looks to be a shut-in day, as are most Wednesdays of late. I don't know why they have this schedule of inaction for me, but it is consistent with the long past, the pre-2002 overt harassment days even. It is just plain fucking tiresome, having nothing much to do. If I attempted to read a book off script, they would dither my reading to prevent it from happening. If I attempted to go for a walk they would swarm me and make the event pointless. As mentioned in past blogs, there has been employer arranged lapses in their project plans where nothing was scheduled, due to the
conditions under their control.
1840h
I am being beamed upon, noted in past blogs at dusk onset.. The last post with pictures showed the three buildings that are used as putative reflection sources, though I suspect it is the perps pulling their plasma lighting tricks again. This means that a seeming sunlight beam is coming through the window and lighting up my keyboard as I type. Some shadow flashes are also being displayed; these are where a momentary darkness flashes in my apartment. I don't know of any conventional physical cover story that could account for that, as anything is possible diven the apparent control over materiality and physicality that is routine around me.
The horrendous Harley Davidson motorcycle noises were started up for 20 minutes before dinner, and continued for at least 40 minutes afterward. I reckon some neural noisetracking was the reason for this, as it seems that food digestion is a problematic juncture for the perps. It may be the color of the food and the stomach contents and of course the ongoing digestive processes. Again, it is not my problem so why am I the poster boy for remotely applied abuse?
This time I get the faux dog barking noise as an answer; there are no residential properties around here that would have dogs, and so the prospect is remote that there is a walked dog that barks with such unerring timing. I am also getting more plasma flashed at me today; little augmentations to the shape or color of something in peripherial vision and when I move my gaze to my central vision, the plasma augmentation activity is immediately stopped. One is not allowed to know what they are seeing in perpworld, this unconventional hell that I have been cast into. And of course the abettance of all whom I meet and have known; they were in on the abuse when I came to know them, and of course never said anything. Only once was I allowed a hint; while at a casual lunch, my then boss said, "trust no one". And of course I was not allowed any analytical thought to question such a draconian perspective, and was left pondering this statement ever since. Once this constant hell was made known to me, that remark mader perfect sense. And of course I am not allowed to follow that advice and am routinely controlled to "forget" and interact with the quisling community that runs river deep in this city. There must be other TI's here that are being kept from me, as I cannot see how the perps can justify a whole city takeover for one harassment subject.
1910h
A horrific loud mufflered vehicle noise erupted as I changed web pages; it is most strange how they can erupt without any prior warning of approach.
2110h
A very loud ripping Harley Davidson motorcycle noise erupted after having the headphones on for all of 30 seconds. This repeats the timing of such intrusive noise in coordination with the same activity.
2230h
I have been listening to music samples on CD Baby. The samples are tactically ended as I do the usual noisestalked activities of copy, cut, paste, bookmark, selecting a new web page, visiting the bookmark manager etc. Someone is timing the interuption of music, i.e. the end of the sample, at the instant I perform these minutae that are of abiding interest to the perps.
And now the knee torquing torture is upon me. Time to blog off on this dull shut-in day and call it done.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Errant House Flies and Other Vibrations
1035h
Back to PST from daylight time, and I was allowed to reset my own watch, unlike past time changes when I "decided" it was too complicated, or else it was sabotaged, and took it to the store where I purchased it some four years ago and had the sales assistant change it for me. Wonders never cease, though that can be re-arranged anytime the sickos choose.
In the past 10 minutes I have had two incidents of a house fly divebombing me, and then it de-materializes into a filamentous maser wave. Nothing new there, but each divebombing was accompanied by an overhead clunking. More brazen phenomenon "coincidences" seems to be the perp's harassment trait of late, and this is just another one.
And the church bells are sounding, though Sunday, but there has never been a consistent time that they ring, and for some Sundays there has been no church bell ringing at all. My last residence location was also accompanied by local church bells on Sundays, and it was never consistent week to week. Another case of localized vibrations, this one some 500 yards away, instead of the house fly in my face. The church bells were ringing when the house fly attacks were happening, another noncoincidence from my perspective.
1245h
The battle over making and eating lunch is over; at least 8 throbby motorcycles, or the noise thereof, were put on just for the occasion when I had both hands busy and could not plug my ears of that intensified infernal racket the perps so dearly like. They must know that I hate that noise the most of all their vehicle muffler noises they routinely expose me to all day long.
And more insects "erupted", this one on me. A moth, or something like it was suddenly in my face and then on my right sleeve, and I dispatched it, and lo, it just disappeared afterward. What the perps get from that exercise I don't know, but it is common enough that they apply this at least once per month. All my windows are closed these days, and being six stories up also doesn't help the threadbare cover story of being a natural event. There is nothing natural about my existence I have come to know, not when plasma beams and masers are flitting in front of me all day long, and occasionally getting too thick to observe through.
More light flashes are hitting the walls near me as I type; the cover story is that these are reflections off vehicles outside, though this again is suspect for the reasons noted above. And their timing is also acutely synchronous to other games like typo sabotage, unbidden thoughts not yet controlled and fucked with and the rest of the phenomenon that "happens" all the time.
1415h
A tsunami of thundering noise overhead and of loud motorcycles has been continuous since the last posted journalling, above. This is the post-mealtime digestion period, but the thundering noises also appear to be timed to my thoughts, especially when rejecting preposterous notions that are likely planted.
I often got the idiot act, that is, the suggestion of blatantly stupid ideas, from those around me in the past, and I see this line is continuing as it seems to represent the last of the mental functions the perps do not yet control.
1455h
More beepings and stroboscopic light flashes while reading stories on the bad guys, the CIA. It is usually when reading text that I get the successive loud mufflered vehicle noise, and also the light flashes as some kind of augmentive support. The look and text size of what I read is most important to the perps, and that has increased of late.
This will be another short blog; I am due to go to the perp-abetting parents and get my once per week red meat fix, as well as family gangstalking. There is always something afoot. Tommorow my mother "needs" to drop off black plastic bags full of brown leaves to the municipal yard for composting, so no doubt this serves the perp's brown color and plastics agenda and all the games that it engenders.
Time to blog off and call this one done.
Back to PST from daylight time, and I was allowed to reset my own watch, unlike past time changes when I "decided" it was too complicated, or else it was sabotaged, and took it to the store where I purchased it some four years ago and had the sales assistant change it for me. Wonders never cease, though that can be re-arranged anytime the sickos choose.
In the past 10 minutes I have had two incidents of a house fly divebombing me, and then it de-materializes into a filamentous maser wave. Nothing new there, but each divebombing was accompanied by an overhead clunking. More brazen phenomenon "coincidences" seems to be the perp's harassment trait of late, and this is just another one.
And the church bells are sounding, though Sunday, but there has never been a consistent time that they ring, and for some Sundays there has been no church bell ringing at all. My last residence location was also accompanied by local church bells on Sundays, and it was never consistent week to week. Another case of localized vibrations, this one some 500 yards away, instead of the house fly in my face. The church bells were ringing when the house fly attacks were happening, another noncoincidence from my perspective.
1245h
The battle over making and eating lunch is over; at least 8 throbby motorcycles, or the noise thereof, were put on just for the occasion when I had both hands busy and could not plug my ears of that intensified infernal racket the perps so dearly like. They must know that I hate that noise the most of all their vehicle muffler noises they routinely expose me to all day long.
And more insects "erupted", this one on me. A moth, or something like it was suddenly in my face and then on my right sleeve, and I dispatched it, and lo, it just disappeared afterward. What the perps get from that exercise I don't know, but it is common enough that they apply this at least once per month. All my windows are closed these days, and being six stories up also doesn't help the threadbare cover story of being a natural event. There is nothing natural about my existence I have come to know, not when plasma beams and masers are flitting in front of me all day long, and occasionally getting too thick to observe through.
More light flashes are hitting the walls near me as I type; the cover story is that these are reflections off vehicles outside, though this again is suspect for the reasons noted above. And their timing is also acutely synchronous to other games like typo sabotage, unbidden thoughts not yet controlled and fucked with and the rest of the phenomenon that "happens" all the time.
1415h
A tsunami of thundering noise overhead and of loud motorcycles has been continuous since the last posted journalling, above. This is the post-mealtime digestion period, but the thundering noises also appear to be timed to my thoughts, especially when rejecting preposterous notions that are likely planted.
I often got the idiot act, that is, the suggestion of blatantly stupid ideas, from those around me in the past, and I see this line is continuing as it seems to represent the last of the mental functions the perps do not yet control.
1455h
More beepings and stroboscopic light flashes while reading stories on the bad guys, the CIA. It is usually when reading text that I get the successive loud mufflered vehicle noise, and also the light flashes as some kind of augmentive support. The look and text size of what I read is most important to the perps, and that has increased of late.
This will be another short blog; I am due to go to the perp-abetting parents and get my once per week red meat fix, as well as family gangstalking. There is always something afoot. Tommorow my mother "needs" to drop off black plastic bags full of brown leaves to the municipal yard for composting, so no doubt this serves the perp's brown color and plastics agenda and all the games that it engenders.
Time to blog off and call this one done.
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