2105h
A Thursday yoga class and unexpected rain was in progress when I exited the chapel where we have our class. It was sunny when I set off and after last night's deluge, post gardening at the in-town brother's place, I did not expect any more. But no, the rain seems to come on at specific times, such as when setting off from my mothers, driving that is.
There was the usual rabble of vagrants doing the slow waddling saunter in front of me when outbound, not to mention a plethora of redcoats that seem to need to get close.
On the way to yoga, and the way back, the same pair of brown shoes was parked at the curbside, outside the church chapel where we take the yoga class. The pair was together in a neat and orderly way, and might have been moved during yoga, or else the adjacent vehicles were moved. Beats seeing shoes with tied laces dangling from the telephone wires, another time honored perp trick to test someone's footwear against the passing foot and road traffic beneath it.
And a new plasmic experience; color replication of my garments with adjacent objects. The chapel has chairs lining the walls, either a naugahyde brown seat or an an orange fabric one. I took my coat off at first, still standing, and was about to grab my light blue scarf, and lo, if a grid pattern of 3/4" squares of same blue colored plasma on a 2" spacing, a four or five wide square array over top of the orange chair I was about to lay my jacket down upon. Unmistakable, running for a few seconds long. I don't think I have had a same color matching plasmic display to my clothing. Mostly I get yellows, reds and pinks, and I don't wear those colors. I get blue plasma flashes from dark corners or dim lit areas as another example of repetitive plasma light flashes.
Another new experience in yoga was when I was lying down and a fuzzy ball maser came in close just an inch from my right eye, as if it were an out of focus fly, and once I moved my head in sudden "reaction", (read, perp controlled jerkraound) it was gone. In nearly all cases of genuine flies buzzing me, albeit much more frequently than before overt harassment, they have the fly continue to buzz me, to prove their point that it was a fly. Not today; they wanted a sudden head snap rotation while I was lying down and they got it. The usual door slamming and outside vehicle noise while having yoga. Some things just never change.
The book parcel that I had been getting annoyed with arrived with a ring on the intercom phone while eating lunch, post yoga class. I was obliged stop eating the quesadilla (brown tortillas, note), move to the office chair to await the knock on the door. Sure enough, he comes with a plastic bag with a parcel in it, and was ready to leave me with it when I asked him if he wanted it back. I untie the black velcro closure at the top, extract the box (white over brown cardboard, note) and hand him the bag. He took it and wandered off in his freaking shorts. What is it about this town that has so many males wandering around in shorts in the winter time? The perps must know something about my subconscious traumatizations with respect to shorts on men. I have no idea what it is, but hikey-bikey towns such as this offer this cover story.
For the rest of the day I have either being reading, or online. The reading is now the just-arrived (used) book titled Jackie Oh!, repleted with a red hardcover. Leafing through the pages is adding incremental thickness over the red cover, so the perps must find this totally fascinating. And that the books are used must also be the same. They had me reading library books back in the early harassment days of 2003, but since then it had to be new onces. And for the first time since then, I get to read used books, which suggests there is some kind of energetic signature that they have of the former owners and readers. All fascinating stuff for the assholes, but not for me or any other TI's who are at their limit.
The perps seem to have an obsession over the JFK and Jackie events, and have even pounded the ceiling (12" of concrete and steel) when I was looking at the pictures of them, contained in more than one book.
Another ceiling pounding concurrent event was when I was watching the videos while learning on how to use the Clamptite tool I purchased three days ago. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps have an obsession anytime I learn anything, and so using this tool to fix the wretched garden rake at my mother's place is a big deal as it turns out. The written instructions were absolutely atrocious, and when getting vexed with them, they also pounded the ceiling. So, it just might be that the perps are behind all the useless instructions that come with say, Ikea furniture, speaking from recent experience. On with the show, FUD and Fuckover, all the time, 24/7. That a big coil of wire with the Clamptite sits in a plastic bag before I get to the video must also be a bonus for them, as they just love to have spools or coils of cable or wire in my proximity. Such is the state of things today; nothing too important for me, but not for them.
Interestingly, there were spools of cable at the Pentagon on 9/11 when flight ... flew into the building. Though as an aside, I have a difficult time believing that a whole aircraft went through that hole in the building. Another topic I am going to decline to get into, but when one learns that coincidences are nothing but in their lif, it just could also apply to others, and by extension the rest of the population at large.
Onto blogging off and calling this one done for a dull day that is over.
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Thursday, December 09, 2010
Thursday, January 07, 2010
One Thorny Question
1425h
I have an appointment with my employment case manager in 30 minutes when I thought I had finished up the training grant application with her yesterday. But in this "do-it-again' world I have imposed upon me, lo, if she didn't phone me back late yesterday to say there was a further application form I had to fill out. So...., I get to visit her again, and as it is Thursday, I had my yoga earlier and feel limber. But as the sickos devote so much effort to gangstalking me after yoga, I am sure they have a plan for the timing of these post-yoga events. All that spine stretching and twisting is a big payday for them it seems, as plenty of public gangstalkers are also doing stretching and spine twisting in the street; e.g. bend-overs, looking over their shoulders at nothing, pointing their arms as if giving directions to someone, and other absurd set ups.
But the thorniest question of the application form is: "how does this physical or mental impairment restrict your ability to perform daily tasks?"
Last time I wrote:
But, a sudden intervening phone call for me to deal with before I could log off; a survey from the Disabilities Resource center which I had to put off until tomorrow. Maybe I should of asked them; how does one describe the condtion of being "disabled" by forced and constant imposition with real-time extra-conventional gravitic forces applied from a distance without freaking out the reader?
1810h
I saw the employment counsellor, and she suggested that I borrow something from the last application to put into my reply as to how these impairments affect my daily activities.
After I finished up at the employment counsellor I set off for a chocolate run, to acquire more as three 100g bars just disappeared somehow. Normally they can now screw me into not noticing, ever since 2007 I reckon, but today they decided to let me in on their theft, and have me work through if it went missing in fact. So... purchased eight on Tuesday, ate three Wednesday and maybe one Tuesday night, so that makes four that were known to be consumed, leaving four that were likely stolen. None left today, a Thursday, and so the planted notions will go on for probably a week about this apparent theft. I don't really give a shit, but the perps just love to have me obsessing over stolen objects. Usually ones they stole, or like me to think they were stolen when they might have been displaced.
One recent example was in mid-December when I had my prior appointment with the employment counsellor, and afterwards I "discovered" that at least six pages were missing. And I am a total nit about paper and where to place them, keep them in order and where they belong. But as papers and a number of things were stolen from my briefcase (for sure, going back to a time when "for sure" could not be planted in mind), the sickos drew my attention to prior likely events. So for a month I figured they were in fact stolen. Yesterday at my appointment, I find out that my employment counsellor had them after all, so they weren't in fact stolen, but misplaced. All resolved, and for the good. What the perps got from this exercise I don't know, but they like to pull it. And they were aided by the fact that they can now dither me while normally being hypervigilant over where the papers go, and collecting them all up which I would of done if not being fucked with, (being a nit again). So, to set that up they defeated my normal cognitive abilities as to which paper went there, but also any recollection of what actually happened. Normally I can retrospectively walk through the events to determine if I had left the paper behind, but somehow, even that ability was defeated as well.
And did I not predict a major gangstalking after the appointment with the employment counsellor? When walking the two blocks from the appointment to the LD store, they were all over me with redi-mix concrete trucks, a double decker bus not on its route, a later double decker bus being towed with its front wheels off the ground, another towed deep grey vehicle, three stopped vehicles in the intersection I was to cross, two police vehicles offet by 90 degree at the same intersection headed different directions, more dudes in white who could walk at my usual breakneck pace (rare), a red dressed wheelchair act posted at the entrance to the LD store and who did not move from her sentry position the whole 10 minutes I was there, four gangstalkers posted over the mouthwash (Stop #1) and then two gangstalkers posted over the chocolate (Stop #2), a female Asian who lead me into a a cluster of four Asian males at the end of the aisle where I turned 90 degrees toward the checkout, and then extra dudes loitering at the checkout with a case lot of pineapple juice. That was the yellow moment it seemed, as there were at least six props/gangstalkers with prominent displays of yellow for the next 150' once I got out of the LD store. Then a pair of them in the apartment lobby door, conveniently opening it just as I had unlocked and was going to grasp it. But they leave me alone to take the elevator up, as normally they keep me "engaged" with a Fuckwit almost to my door.
And after exiting and getting more white panted gangstalkers ahead of me, and more coming at me, they also tagged me with a patch of silvery greyish plasma that kept pace with me. It was a 4 sq. in. irregular patch that sat some 6' in front of me, and stayed in the same vision location the entire time, although flashing and not constantly on. These things perturb me as they would anyone else as they are brighter than anything around, and interfere with one's focus. (The definition of focus is the brightest image). And also, they didn't bother with a putative cause like a "stray" reflection from a vehicle mirror that first dazzles me and serves as the excuse to be a faux retina burn for the next five minutes.
And no end of sirens today; from breakfast, though all mealtimes, and especially while washing the dishes, and even now as I type this, hammering the noise through my earmuffs. Obviously a major excitement day today, and it still isn't over.
2040h
At least 25 siren cascades today and we still aren't done. I thought that over five in a day is getting silly, but as mentioned before, the putative cause constraint the sickos normally work under is no longer applied.
2245h
More putzing with the TI World Consolidated Link List, tweaking a few and adding new ones. Nothing too dramatic or revelatory.
Still more sirens tonight, again through the earmuffs. And even louder ear ringing of late, even as I type this, like a mistuned shortwave radio. Time to post this and hope for some mellow time Friday. Somehow, I don't think it will happen that way, but one never knows.
I have an appointment with my employment case manager in 30 minutes when I thought I had finished up the training grant application with her yesterday. But in this "do-it-again' world I have imposed upon me, lo, if she didn't phone me back late yesterday to say there was a further application form I had to fill out. So...., I get to visit her again, and as it is Thursday, I had my yoga earlier and feel limber. But as the sickos devote so much effort to gangstalking me after yoga, I am sure they have a plan for the timing of these post-yoga events. All that spine stretching and twisting is a big payday for them it seems, as plenty of public gangstalkers are also doing stretching and spine twisting in the street; e.g. bend-overs, looking over their shoulders at nothing, pointing their arms as if giving directions to someone, and other absurd set ups.
But the thorniest question of the application form is: "how does this physical or mental impairment restrict your ability to perform daily tasks?"
Last time I wrote:
"Constant adversity in doing normal things; snagging, slipping, and sticking of clothing, papers, fingers etc. as if extra-conventional gravitic abuse was applied by remote means in real-time and by the aid of total and abidding surveillance. A huge increase of forced typos in excess of normal since this disability began, and it still continues 7.5 years later. Also, being jabbed, pinched, struck and hit by objects that were, at best, proximate and were not causal as no contact was observed."I wonder what I should put this time, as I am stumped (har, har), and it seems that I am getting dithered in putting a reasonable reply together. I will need to get the employment counsellor's help on this one, as she said not to put anything too "out there" (freaky, as in reality perturbing) in the application. Onto to the case manager meeting.
But, a sudden intervening phone call for me to deal with before I could log off; a survey from the Disabilities Resource center which I had to put off until tomorrow. Maybe I should of asked them; how does one describe the condtion of being "disabled" by forced and constant imposition with real-time extra-conventional gravitic forces applied from a distance without freaking out the reader?
1810h
I saw the employment counsellor, and she suggested that I borrow something from the last application to put into my reply as to how these impairments affect my daily activities.
"has constant adversity in doing normal things and experiences persecution".Tame enough, and accurate too, just no finger pointing as who in the fuck is doing this to me.
After I finished up at the employment counsellor I set off for a chocolate run, to acquire more as three 100g bars just disappeared somehow. Normally they can now screw me into not noticing, ever since 2007 I reckon, but today they decided to let me in on their theft, and have me work through if it went missing in fact. So... purchased eight on Tuesday, ate three Wednesday and maybe one Tuesday night, so that makes four that were known to be consumed, leaving four that were likely stolen. None left today, a Thursday, and so the planted notions will go on for probably a week about this apparent theft. I don't really give a shit, but the perps just love to have me obsessing over stolen objects. Usually ones they stole, or like me to think they were stolen when they might have been displaced.
One recent example was in mid-December when I had my prior appointment with the employment counsellor, and afterwards I "discovered" that at least six pages were missing. And I am a total nit about paper and where to place them, keep them in order and where they belong. But as papers and a number of things were stolen from my briefcase (for sure, going back to a time when "for sure" could not be planted in mind), the sickos drew my attention to prior likely events. So for a month I figured they were in fact stolen. Yesterday at my appointment, I find out that my employment counsellor had them after all, so they weren't in fact stolen, but misplaced. All resolved, and for the good. What the perps got from this exercise I don't know, but they like to pull it. And they were aided by the fact that they can now dither me while normally being hypervigilant over where the papers go, and collecting them all up which I would of done if not being fucked with, (being a nit again). So, to set that up they defeated my normal cognitive abilities as to which paper went there, but also any recollection of what actually happened. Normally I can retrospectively walk through the events to determine if I had left the paper behind, but somehow, even that ability was defeated as well.
And did I not predict a major gangstalking after the appointment with the employment counsellor? When walking the two blocks from the appointment to the LD store, they were all over me with redi-mix concrete trucks, a double decker bus not on its route, a later double decker bus being towed with its front wheels off the ground, another towed deep grey vehicle, three stopped vehicles in the intersection I was to cross, two police vehicles offet by 90 degree at the same intersection headed different directions, more dudes in white who could walk at my usual breakneck pace (rare), a red dressed wheelchair act posted at the entrance to the LD store and who did not move from her sentry position the whole 10 minutes I was there, four gangstalkers posted over the mouthwash (Stop #1) and then two gangstalkers posted over the chocolate (Stop #2), a female Asian who lead me into a a cluster of four Asian males at the end of the aisle where I turned 90 degrees toward the checkout, and then extra dudes loitering at the checkout with a case lot of pineapple juice. That was the yellow moment it seemed, as there were at least six props/gangstalkers with prominent displays of yellow for the next 150' once I got out of the LD store. Then a pair of them in the apartment lobby door, conveniently opening it just as I had unlocked and was going to grasp it. But they leave me alone to take the elevator up, as normally they keep me "engaged" with a Fuckwit almost to my door.
And after exiting and getting more white panted gangstalkers ahead of me, and more coming at me, they also tagged me with a patch of silvery greyish plasma that kept pace with me. It was a 4 sq. in. irregular patch that sat some 6' in front of me, and stayed in the same vision location the entire time, although flashing and not constantly on. These things perturb me as they would anyone else as they are brighter than anything around, and interfere with one's focus. (The definition of focus is the brightest image). And also, they didn't bother with a putative cause like a "stray" reflection from a vehicle mirror that first dazzles me and serves as the excuse to be a faux retina burn for the next five minutes.
And no end of sirens today; from breakfast, though all mealtimes, and especially while washing the dishes, and even now as I type this, hammering the noise through my earmuffs. Obviously a major excitement day today, and it still isn't over.
2040h
At least 25 siren cascades today and we still aren't done. I thought that over five in a day is getting silly, but as mentioned before, the putative cause constraint the sickos normally work under is no longer applied.
2245h
More putzing with the TI World Consolidated Link List, tweaking a few and adding new ones. Nothing too dramatic or revelatory.
Still more sirens tonight, again through the earmuffs. And even louder ear ringing of late, even as I type this, like a mistuned shortwave radio. Time to post this and hope for some mellow time Friday. Somehow, I don't think it will happen that way, but one never knows.
Monday, January 21, 2008
On the Buses
1340h
A mention to a person who left a recent comment that was relevant; I checked it off for "Publish" and somehow, the comment just disappeared. Funny how this happens now.
The title is a reference to a English comedy about a family who were bus drivers and conductors. Though in my case, there is no comedy, just relentless pursuit and stalking. There were seven others at the bus stop this morning at 1037h on a weekday, patently absurd at the second stop from the route terminus, and far more than the usual one or two that I get.
But as the perps had already infuriated me while my parents were out, and then had me take a crap and "somehow" block the toilet for the duration of my shower, and "re-injure" and re-bleed (no actual contact or cause) the right thumb knuckle lesion that mysteriously sprouted two days ago, daubing my blood on a towel and a cloth on the bathroom counter, it was time to increase the gangstalker count from the perp perspective. That would include another 15 or so on the bus when it arrived, also patently absurd for that route at that time of day.
Sure enough, the freakshow of the Unfavored were in place; redheads, Asians with red dyed hair under black hats, Goths (male) with an Asian girlfriend 2' shorter playing huggy games in the bus aisle, the paint daubed dude (feigning a commercial painter -everywhere now), male ponytail acts, the bus aisle view blocker, the spread wide crotch dude with bright blue pack facing me, the sentries standing at the rear door but not getting off when there are plenty of seats availible, and maybe one or two Favored blondes. The Asian dude beside me in the brown jacket did his little throat clearing coughs timed to any uncontrolled thoughts I had and would pop up off his seat by 2" or so, exactly what my father does, and he could of been a morphover of him. Normally, the perps don't give me much brown skin exposure time, and pull these from my immediate proximity within minutes. This dude rode with me nearly the entire trip, and could well of been someone I know in normal form. Their compliant shills and related sickos that I know are of prime demand for gangstalking me it appears.
And it was amazing as to how many "passengers", read gangstalkers, were taking short trips of only a few minutes and then getting off. Their trip duration and journey termination did not make any sense, often getting off in the residential areas. A big part of the perps testing on the bus seemed to be about inter-racial seat use; and Asian gets up and a Caucasian sits down or vice versa. There was also a profusion of on-bus passengers swapping seats to never-before levels. One evasive dude (avoiding my gaze) at my bus stop was some 8' in front of me on the bus, and I was directed to look at his crewcut head, and lo, if there wasn't a 4" x 1/4" horizontal bright blue plasma beam centered in front of the back of his head for about 3 seconds, long enough to leave no doubt as to what it was. I have no idea why this dude's head was so "featured", and there was no corresponding clothing color on him or his immediate proximity.
I also got the derigour copper colored handbag in close proximity, some 4' away belonging to a woman on a cell phone. I take this unusual fabric color to be part of the perps' copper color/metal fixation they regularly visit upon me. The many hundred of hours I spent re-wiring on house renovations in my pre-overt days, and the assholes have the temerity to press this aspect of their agenda. It pisses me off that so many of the pre-overt harassment games are still being played on me and that they don't have the fortitude to front for this nonconsensual human experimentation.
For all the emphasis on brown skinned gangstalkers there were no East Indians or negroes on the bus today. Though I did get a final short negro gangstalker in my apartment lobby, also sporting an massive and disgusting gut for me to notice. About half of the negro gangstalking, rare as it is, is in or near this apartment block. There is more I could write about this topic, but I will refrain as it is such a hot button for flaming, and given my past experience with online forums, there will be someone who will miss the point altogether and get into some tangential flaming match, even a TI sometimes, or a purported one.
1540h
The pre-teabreak sustained noise has been followed by much the same post-teabreak noises; "neigbors" fan, heavy duty equipment operation and the odd transiting heavy duty vehicle passing by. And when I had my tea I also had 100g of chocolate with it, and that is of huge significance to the perps, placing a pleasant dark brown substance in my mouth which is just underneath of the prefrontal cortex of one's brain, within an 1". And I have blogged extensively on the perp's brown color fixation as well as their inability to model the contents of my mouth, hence all their gangstalkers with open mouths, playing with their tongues, chewing gum, yawning, eating food, drinking something, as well as the Coffee Corps subgroup, the plethora of gangstalkers walking with a coffee held out in front of them, the best mobile color reference going.
But while the teabreak was on and when eating chocolate, the sustained noises were turned off, and there was only the more transient ones, passing heavy duty vehicles, loud motorcycles, buses, and loud mufflers, all with some 3 to 10 seconds of trailing off, or noise decay. Why they change up the noise characteristics when eating chocolate is unknown, though it seems that they like to piggy back noises on top of each other, alternating sustained ones and transient ones. I take this to be an effective strategy on accessing parts of my brain, as this entire jerkaround is all about attaining mind control, and then some. I might of been incorrect at 2007 year end in thinking that they have 100% mind control, but it is so close that it is difficult to be sure. They seem to jump on me with coughing and throat clearing gangstalkers for some thought related to what sick assholes they are, a disparaging character summarization type of thought, usually after being jerked around. I also note that they plant more thoughts in mind and I find myself rejecting a substantial number of these in any given day. Now the hallway vaccuuming noise and activity has joined the sustained noise.
One activity I did at my parents was to plant the tree my brother and I delivered from the plant nursery last week. This was a golden time for my supposed to be demented father to "help" and constantly fuck up in attempting to unload the wheelbarrow. It was almost like being married again, having an abiding fuckup at hand that I cannot get rid of, though I did finally. Past readers will know that the perps have a fixation on plants, soil and the entire soil ecosystem, and that this hole for the tree was dug in 10-2007, and the tree acquisition was delayed since then by a "
The perps dark hand in delaying this project was evident, as was their interest in the soil contact with plastic film. The soil had been removed from the hole and put onto three piles, each on plastic, wither blue or black. There was plenty of father fuckups in attempting to get the plastic pot off the roots, and my mother went to get a knife, only to be seen by me brandishing this machete some 20' away about the time that I succeeded in removing the pot with the shovel. As it so "happened", later on the news there were Kenyans brandishing machetes in the same way due to the current unrest in that country, which was also mentioned, or more like, overmentioned by my mother earlier. I care not for Kenya, or even Africa save the animals, so what that is about I don't know, but there have been far too many of this repeat imagery going on to be a coincidence. (And as I re-read this paragragh, and the "K" word, there was an overhead pounding timed exactly for that moment; this is somehow pounding some 8" of concrete as that is the construction material for this building).
Anyhow, back to the tree planting; in brief, plenty of feigned dementia by my father when insisting on being helpful, and of course, placing the load of soil in the wrong place. This process of tree planting took some 30 minutes, and that included handling bonemeal (brown), fertilizer (white), and finally peatmoss (brown). Again, this would be touching objects of colors of intense interest to the perps. There was plenty of plastic shaking time to extract the most of the soil, and lo, if my father didn't "help" (read, fuckup) by grabbing the plastic that had a hole in it so a quantity of soil could fall through it. As we planted the tree, the noisescape gradually started up; aircraft noise, then the neighbor's dog yelping, then the same neighbor's children were screaming, and "local" lound mufflered vehicles were also put on duty. This cacaphony extended for the entire tree planting time, and is consistent with past gardening efforts that I have undertaken at my parent's place. Just another day in Fuckville.
I was allowed to sleep for most of last night, though it seemed that I was kept in a light sleep for much of it. There have been too many sleep jerkarounds to count since the harassment began in 2002, and I never had a problem before that. Also of real curiousity is that I sleep 10 to 10.5 hours per night, when I slept 8 hours per night before the perps went overt on me. One aspect of these later sleep-ins is to time me for the sun angle in the morning at breakfast; the perps love to have the early morning sunlight streaming through when eating breakfast and passing the food in and out of the shadows to my mouth. They have even arranged graduated cloud cover over multiple mornings, adding a little more each day for three days total.
1700h
The dusk time perp silliness is upon me; nonstop backup beeping sounds with a added countering beep at a different frequency was enough to make me put on my hearing protection, but lo, after some 5 minutes of protection, this faint noise "somehow" entered my earmuffs and was heard directly.
For some diversionary reading, here are some anecdotes from other TI's that have written to Eleanor White's website. Most of these events have happened to me at one time or another, save the bad rumor games most likely as this harassment has been city wide for over 5 years now, and any tall stories would wear thin and would cast apersions upon the perps who need compliance from the entire city population.
On another diversionary note, here is a semi-bizarre story that actually happened, and whether it was perp arranged or not I would not know. Take this one straight, but it is typical of what would happen to a TI where one is constantly tested as to the logical congruity of all things. The perps want to understand how we (or, me firstly) arrange our logical universe determinations in our minds.
1720h
The pre-mealtime pounding and rumbling has begun overhead; time to have dinner and put an end to this idiotic noise flurry.
1740h
My leftover tortilla dinner is done, replete with the orange colored olive oil that now "leaks" from the tapenade base, a mixture of ground olives and tomato. This new olive oil leaking happens only when the tortilas are out of the frypan; so far, the perps don't want to mix this color with the frypan as they are still noisestalking me whenever I clean or dry it, and therefore are not prepared for the complexity that this color would bring to their remote analysis games.
Here is something taken from a TI website where one member corresponded with an authority about Canadian crime statistics reporting, and this is what the authority had to say;
I have not reported any of my being gangstalked to the police as they have loudly declared their cooperation with the perps at least three times so far, not counting the special parking lights only driving they also do at dusk time, their "hanging around" gangstalking or siren shows that they put on. When I had my street assault event last year, and I told them about all the incidental stalking activity, they didn't seem too moved, and kept the script tight to the assault event. Victoria's finest, all bought and paid for, and for many decades I would imagine. It is plain sickening what our tax dollars are expended for.
More games with creating an indent, also something of great interest to the perps. Nearly all my web newsites have ragged indents, a seeming randomized arrangement when once they had vertical indents for their news items.
1900h
More noisestalking, the putative neighbor's clunking and the on/off water usage. The earmuffs are now co-opted to deliver faint crackling noises to my ear, usually the right side. Never before has hearing protection been so highly variable and/or noise prone of itself. The perps like to punch regular transient noises through them every so often, and I suspect that the choice in putting them on is not mine, but a planted notion.
2015h
I am listening to a 52 min. show on Sibel Edmonds and her claims about the FBI language translation bureau being compromised by foreign agents. There is no such thing as being allowed to watch a program in perpland; the perps have de-synchronized the audio and visual portions by a second or more. Now it is a radio show effectively; the perps drive to functionally decompose all that I simultaneous percieve continues. There are many mentions of Turkey as a country in Sibel Edmond's claims, something near and dear to the perp's hearts in their geographic themed harassment. Thought-to-be friends of mine toured Turkey twice between 1991 and 1996, neither of them Turkish; it could of been a coincidence, but as I contend, there is no such thing in my life.
2135h
More YouTubing, and lo, if there aren't freezes on the visual, and now, a cessation of the audio portion; fucking tiresome. This followed a fruit fly "assault"; a fruit fly that materializes out of nowhere in front of my LCD display and drives at me in its usual hard-to-catch fashion. They don't come any other way any more; out of nowhere and crazy trajectories. NOw mini-zapping of my left arm on my chair's armrest, the latest intensified harassment.
2235h
Time to call this one done; a shut-in Monday following arriving from my parents for the Sunday First Feral Family gangstalking. So just who was that dude one seat away from me on the bus doing harumpfs and sitting off his seat momentarily? Could it of been one of the First Feral Family in morphover who is known to do the exact same thing on the same cue- when an uncontrolled/unplanted thought comes to mind?
A mention to a person who left a recent comment that was relevant; I checked it off for "Publish" and somehow, the comment just disappeared. Funny how this happens now.
The title is a reference to a English comedy about a family who were bus drivers and conductors. Though in my case, there is no comedy, just relentless pursuit and stalking. There were seven others at the bus stop this morning at 1037h on a weekday, patently absurd at the second stop from the route terminus, and far more than the usual one or two that I get.
But as the perps had already infuriated me while my parents were out, and then had me take a crap and "somehow" block the toilet for the duration of my shower, and "re-injure" and re-bleed (no actual contact or cause) the right thumb knuckle lesion that mysteriously sprouted two days ago, daubing my blood on a towel and a cloth on the bathroom counter, it was time to increase the gangstalker count from the perp perspective. That would include another 15 or so on the bus when it arrived, also patently absurd for that route at that time of day.
Sure enough, the freakshow of the Unfavored were in place; redheads, Asians with red dyed hair under black hats, Goths (male) with an Asian girlfriend 2' shorter playing huggy games in the bus aisle, the paint daubed dude (feigning a commercial painter -everywhere now), male ponytail acts, the bus aisle view blocker, the spread wide crotch dude with bright blue pack facing me, the sentries standing at the rear door but not getting off when there are plenty of seats availible, and maybe one or two Favored blondes. The Asian dude beside me in the brown jacket did his little throat clearing coughs timed to any uncontrolled thoughts I had and would pop up off his seat by 2" or so, exactly what my father does, and he could of been a morphover of him. Normally, the perps don't give me much brown skin exposure time, and pull these from my immediate proximity within minutes. This dude rode with me nearly the entire trip, and could well of been someone I know in normal form. Their compliant shills and related sickos that I know are of prime demand for gangstalking me it appears.
And it was amazing as to how many "passengers", read gangstalkers, were taking short trips of only a few minutes and then getting off. Their trip duration and journey termination did not make any sense, often getting off in the residential areas. A big part of the perps testing on the bus seemed to be about inter-racial seat use; and Asian gets up and a Caucasian sits down or vice versa. There was also a profusion of on-bus passengers swapping seats to never-before levels. One evasive dude (avoiding my gaze) at my bus stop was some 8' in front of me on the bus, and I was directed to look at his crewcut head, and lo, if there wasn't a 4" x 1/4" horizontal bright blue plasma beam centered in front of the back of his head for about 3 seconds, long enough to leave no doubt as to what it was. I have no idea why this dude's head was so "featured", and there was no corresponding clothing color on him or his immediate proximity.
I also got the derigour copper colored handbag in close proximity, some 4' away belonging to a woman on a cell phone. I take this unusual fabric color to be part of the perps' copper color/metal fixation they regularly visit upon me. The many hundred of hours I spent re-wiring on house renovations in my pre-overt days, and the assholes have the temerity to press this aspect of their agenda. It pisses me off that so many of the pre-overt harassment games are still being played on me and that they don't have the fortitude to front for this nonconsensual human experimentation.
For all the emphasis on brown skinned gangstalkers there were no East Indians or negroes on the bus today. Though I did get a final short negro gangstalker in my apartment lobby, also sporting an massive and disgusting gut for me to notice. About half of the negro gangstalking, rare as it is, is in or near this apartment block. There is more I could write about this topic, but I will refrain as it is such a hot button for flaming, and given my past experience with online forums, there will be someone who will miss the point altogether and get into some tangential flaming match, even a TI sometimes, or a purported one.
1540h
The pre-teabreak sustained noise has been followed by much the same post-teabreak noises; "neigbors" fan, heavy duty equipment operation and the odd transiting heavy duty vehicle passing by. And when I had my tea I also had 100g of chocolate with it, and that is of huge significance to the perps, placing a pleasant dark brown substance in my mouth which is just underneath of the prefrontal cortex of one's brain, within an 1". And I have blogged extensively on the perp's brown color fixation as well as their inability to model the contents of my mouth, hence all their gangstalkers with open mouths, playing with their tongues, chewing gum, yawning, eating food, drinking something, as well as the Coffee Corps subgroup, the plethora of gangstalkers walking with a coffee held out in front of them, the best mobile color reference going.
But while the teabreak was on and when eating chocolate, the sustained noises were turned off, and there was only the more transient ones, passing heavy duty vehicles, loud motorcycles, buses, and loud mufflers, all with some 3 to 10 seconds of trailing off, or noise decay. Why they change up the noise characteristics when eating chocolate is unknown, though it seems that they like to piggy back noises on top of each other, alternating sustained ones and transient ones. I take this to be an effective strategy on accessing parts of my brain, as this entire jerkaround is all about attaining mind control, and then some. I might of been incorrect at 2007 year end in thinking that they have 100% mind control, but it is so close that it is difficult to be sure. They seem to jump on me with coughing and throat clearing gangstalkers for some thought related to what sick assholes they are, a disparaging character summarization type of thought, usually after being jerked around. I also note that they plant more thoughts in mind and I find myself rejecting a substantial number of these in any given day. Now the hallway vaccuuming noise and activity has joined the sustained noise.
One activity I did at my parents was to plant the tree my brother and I delivered from the plant nursery last week. This was a golden time for my supposed to be demented father to "help" and constantly fuck up in attempting to unload the wheelbarrow. It was almost like being married again, having an abiding fuckup at hand that I cannot get rid of, though I did finally. Past readers will know that the perps have a fixation on plants, soil and the entire soil ecosystem, and that this hole for the tree was dug in 10-2007, and the tree acquisition was delayed since then by a "
The perps dark hand in delaying this project was evident, as was their interest in the soil contact with plastic film. The soil had been removed from the hole and put onto three piles, each on plastic, wither blue or black. There was plenty of father fuckups in attempting to get the plastic pot off the roots, and my mother went to get a knife, only to be seen by me brandishing this machete some 20' away about the time that I succeeded in removing the pot with the shovel. As it so "happened", later on the news there were Kenyans brandishing machetes in the same way due to the current unrest in that country, which was also mentioned, or more like, overmentioned by my mother earlier. I care not for Kenya, or even Africa save the animals, so what that is about I don't know, but there have been far too many of this repeat imagery going on to be a coincidence. (And as I re-read this paragragh, and the "K" word, there was an overhead pounding timed exactly for that moment; this is somehow pounding some 8" of concrete as that is the construction material for this building).
Anyhow, back to the tree planting; in brief, plenty of feigned dementia by my father when insisting on being helpful, and of course, placing the load of soil in the wrong place. This process of tree planting took some 30 minutes, and that included handling bonemeal (brown), fertilizer (white), and finally peatmoss (brown). Again, this would be touching objects of colors of intense interest to the perps. There was plenty of plastic shaking time to extract the most of the soil, and lo, if my father didn't "help" (read, fuckup) by grabbing the plastic that had a hole in it so a quantity of soil could fall through it. As we planted the tree, the noisescape gradually started up; aircraft noise, then the neighbor's dog yelping, then the same neighbor's children were screaming, and "local" lound mufflered vehicles were also put on duty. This cacaphony extended for the entire tree planting time, and is consistent with past gardening efforts that I have undertaken at my parent's place. Just another day in Fuckville.
I was allowed to sleep for most of last night, though it seemed that I was kept in a light sleep for much of it. There have been too many sleep jerkarounds to count since the harassment began in 2002, and I never had a problem before that. Also of real curiousity is that I sleep 10 to 10.5 hours per night, when I slept 8 hours per night before the perps went overt on me. One aspect of these later sleep-ins is to time me for the sun angle in the morning at breakfast; the perps love to have the early morning sunlight streaming through when eating breakfast and passing the food in and out of the shadows to my mouth. They have even arranged graduated cloud cover over multiple mornings, adding a little more each day for three days total.
1700h
The dusk time perp silliness is upon me; nonstop backup beeping sounds with a added countering beep at a different frequency was enough to make me put on my hearing protection, but lo, after some 5 minutes of protection, this faint noise "somehow" entered my earmuffs and was heard directly.
For some diversionary reading, here are some anecdotes from other TI's that have written to Eleanor White's website. Most of these events have happened to me at one time or another, save the bad rumor games most likely as this harassment has been city wide for over 5 years now, and any tall stories would wear thin and would cast apersions upon the perps who need compliance from the entire city population.
On another diversionary note, here is a semi-bizarre story that actually happened, and whether it was perp arranged or not I would not know. Take this one straight, but it is typical of what would happen to a TI where one is constantly tested as to the logical congruity of all things. The perps want to understand how we (or, me firstly) arrange our logical universe determinations in our minds.
1720h
The pre-mealtime pounding and rumbling has begun overhead; time to have dinner and put an end to this idiotic noise flurry.
1740h
My leftover tortilla dinner is done, replete with the orange colored olive oil that now "leaks" from the tapenade base, a mixture of ground olives and tomato. This new olive oil leaking happens only when the tortilas are out of the frypan; so far, the perps don't want to mix this color with the frypan as they are still noisestalking me whenever I clean or dry it, and therefore are not prepared for the complexity that this color would bring to their remote analysis games.
Here is something taken from a TI website where one member corresponded with an authority about Canadian crime statistics reporting, and this is what the authority had to say;
"There is no need to add a new field to the national Uniform Crime Reporting (UCR) survey to collect information on multiple harassers, as a field already exists for the identification of multiple accused persons for all criminal incidents reported to police. As an example, of the 10,756 incidents of criminal harassment reported to police in 2006, 1,429 of these (or 13%) involved more than one accused."The debate is that this applies to "simultaneous multiple harassers", and is it legitimate to apply this to mean gangstalkers. Stalking is one form of harassment, belonging to the crime of Criminal Harassment in Canada, and I am having an imposed difficulty in thinking fully about other forms of harassment that might belong to this crime category. More grist for the mill while I do time at the behest of my mind-keepers.
I have not reported any of my being gangstalked to the police as they have loudly declared their cooperation with the perps at least three times so far, not counting the special parking lights only driving they also do at dusk time, their "hanging around" gangstalking or siren shows that they put on. When I had my street assault event last year, and I told them about all the incidental stalking activity, they didn't seem too moved, and kept the script tight to the assault event. Victoria's finest, all bought and paid for, and for many decades I would imagine. It is plain sickening what our tax dollars are expended for.
More games with creating an indent, also something of great interest to the perps. Nearly all my web newsites have ragged indents, a seeming randomized arrangement when once they had vertical indents for their news items.
1900h
More noisestalking, the putative neighbor's clunking and the on/off water usage. The earmuffs are now co-opted to deliver faint crackling noises to my ear, usually the right side. Never before has hearing protection been so highly variable and/or noise prone of itself. The perps like to punch regular transient noises through them every so often, and I suspect that the choice in putting them on is not mine, but a planted notion.
2015h
I am listening to a 52 min. show on Sibel Edmonds and her claims about the FBI language translation bureau being compromised by foreign agents. There is no such thing as being allowed to watch a program in perpland; the perps have de-synchronized the audio and visual portions by a second or more. Now it is a radio show effectively; the perps drive to functionally decompose all that I simultaneous percieve continues. There are many mentions of Turkey as a country in Sibel Edmond's claims, something near and dear to the perp's hearts in their geographic themed harassment. Thought-to-be friends of mine toured Turkey twice between 1991 and 1996, neither of them Turkish; it could of been a coincidence, but as I contend, there is no such thing in my life.
2135h
More YouTubing, and lo, if there aren't freezes on the visual, and now, a cessation of the audio portion; fucking tiresome. This followed a fruit fly "assault"; a fruit fly that materializes out of nowhere in front of my LCD display and drives at me in its usual hard-to-catch fashion. They don't come any other way any more; out of nowhere and crazy trajectories. NOw mini-zapping of my left arm on my chair's armrest, the latest intensified harassment.
2235h
Time to call this one done; a shut-in Monday following arriving from my parents for the Sunday First Feral Family gangstalking. So just who was that dude one seat away from me on the bus doing harumpfs and sitting off his seat momentarily? Could it of been one of the First Feral Family in morphover who is known to do the exact same thing on the same cue- when an uncontrolled/unplanted thought comes to mind?
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