09-04-2019
Another cursed adversity theme that has been laid on me, and kept there since 04-2004 when the perps went berserk/overt, is disruption of control of computer file duplicates. I have music files that are on a separate music server (Sony HAP Z1) and also on a portable digital music player owing to severe problems of listening to music on the Android phone platform. These are the main controlled duplicate libraries that I have, but sometimes, especially with this PC in the shop (like six weeks, concluding last month), the spare one is utilized which then can cause other file duplicates.
It should be real easy; the master copy is this desktop, and the other two are slaves. That is, just copies, and kept up to date by synchronization software. And lo, if I cannot get file synchronization working anywhere; the PoS MS Sync Toy "failed" to do the job, and created a mess of differing versions, especially with the Sync Toy jobs getting changed by some mysterious means. The alternative is the Sony HAP transfer software, and is the most abominable piece of public software I have ever encountered in 40 years of computer experience, and having worked directly in IT for 10 years. It will just "run the transfer again" if the transfer list file (record of transferred files) is cleared. Like WTF; as in re-transferring 12,000 files should the user want a clean list only for viewing subsequent updates based on a blithe developer's assumption. At least they put that gem in the mouse-over information bubble, otherwise I would of assumed it was the perps themselves.
Lets be clear, the Sony HAP is a fantastic piece of hardware for playing music, and easily bats 10x its own weight in audio performance. But it seems that Sony, in their ever erratic and idiosyncratic style, is letting hardware die on the vine, as it is five years on the market and no hardware upgrade (some firmware), and the networked access display page is sadly "out of support". (And rudimentary to begin with, along with some cryptic tabs the developers left in). Just for the record as a plea to Sony; will you please create a touch screen access via HDMI on the back panel, (no effing *whatever*/tablet/phablet/phone display for me thanks), and sensibly update that whole display page and the transfer/synchronization application, including removal of duplicates. And for the audiophile nerds, and perhaps the rest of the market place, add in substantially more streaming capability and make it much more accessible, including allowing users to add custom (self discovered) streaming sites into a stored menu that can be pulled up, viewed and selected from. And sure, for the audiophiles, add in that MQA, Roon, Tidal streaming stuff too.
Other battles on the file synchronizing front are with Firefox tabs. Firefox allows synchronization across devices, something that would of been real handy when swapping desktops to deal with the recent repair issues. As in, being able to keep my online life together as saved tabs remind me of what I am continuing to look at and serve as a major memory bank as to what is my present world of online interests. But of course that "somehow" failed, and I got snookered more than once in keeping all my open tabs saved. Well done assholes; and when is the next desktop take-down scheduled? Least when ready for it of course, and having a fully redundant desktop in parallel is a dream, but becoming more of a necessity due to ongoing PC sabotage.
So just what is it that so interests the perps about having disrupted file copies, often with the slave copy somehow getting updated inadvertently? I don't know, don't care, just leave me the fuck alone.
09-07-2019
A hike to my usual trail McIntyre Bluff. And the "usual" games in making sure I don't go early, which infuriates me no end. I like to start hikes early in the day, never after 1000h. In this state of high intrusion, I am lucky if I make it to the trail head by 1130h. Perhaps they like this so that my lunch is delayed until I get to the destination, usually about 1h15m later. It has long been noted that much of the perps' fuckery is staged before meal times, and often when they are delayed "somehow". And too, one can often count on noise-stalking stunts usually 20 minutes after lunch, e.g. aircraft, HD motorcycle noise etc.
It is always interesting when being gangstalked so heavy as to see who is in the line-up of trail hikers, aka, stalkers. This time it was inter-racial couples; of the six parties I encountered outbound, five were Asian woman with a Caucasian male. The fifth party was comprised of five women. I have never seen so many such couplings since 2001 (read below), and unlike Vancouver, BC, there aren't even many Asians in this part of the province. Nor have I seen any such concentration of such couples in town or anywhere else in this area, or on the trail. I can only assume this was arranged for the perps in their long standing interest in me being exposed to various other (non-Caucasian) races as well as their same interest in having couples around me. One of their favourite gangstalking stunts is to have the couple temporarily split apart and have me pass between them, often quite deliberately should I have an inclination to reverse course and avoid this scene.
Back in 2001 when I lived in Seattle, and obviously pre 04-2002 before this abuse-athon came down, I went to the Bumbershoot Festival on Labor Day weekend. It is a large public music, and other arts festival, though largely the first with at least six concurrent stages for music alone. I did not know then I was a targeted individual then, still kept in a "naive" state until 04-2002. But it was quite apparent that the "in couple" was the older (50's+ Caucasian male) with the younger Asian babe, usually under 30 yo. I just thought is was plain peculiar that there was this sudden "social flux" of inter-racial couples (of this particular configuration), as I had been to Bumbershoot before, and hadn't seen such predominant displays of inter-racial coupling, nor at any other public outing anywhere. I even remarked upon it to one of my co-workers, who might of asked a leading question, though I cannot recollect accurately just what it was. At the time I remarked, "it wasn't my thing" in reference to the older guy and the younger woman, as I was 46 yo. then myself. (The Asian part being immaterial to me). Anyhow, perhaps the perps are re-visiting their inter-racial "couple testing" objectives again, but as to why they need me to be part of it I have no idea. As always, just leave me the fuck alone, I have never bothered anyone, anywhere.
09-08-2019
Sunday, and a second day off in succession, as in a normal weekend. It was an occasion to make pesto, reducing some 10lb of basil, mixed with olive oil in the food processor, and then when pulped, frozen into ice cube trays. I get the basil in this quantity at the farm that is adjacent to the trail hike. Again, I don't know what the deal is with the perps, but given that they have had me on farm work for the past 11 years, there is something about plants and where they grow, they just love me to be involved in. As well, making food (or wine) from plant materials, or in the case of vineyard work, having me cut plant material. Another mystery tour (aka, nonconsensual human experimentation theme) the Psychopaths have laid on me for which I have suffered more than enough.
One would think if the Psychopaths, or their surrogates or masters, have been around since this planet was formed, they would have enough data on human-plant interactions in all imaginable capacities that they would not need to experiment on another human. Likewise with all the plant cutting, tending, harvesting and rendering in all
personal, culinary and industrial capacities in all walks of life, all
over the world for millennia, you would also think that the Psychopaths
have all that they need from animal-plant interactions. Wrong; they want yet more data from harassed and highly abused targeted individuals who are kept in a densified magnetic field (1800Gauss) and kept under mind-controlled scrutiny/governance for 17 years (and counting) on top of 46 years of surreptitious surveillance, if not orchestrated governance. So what are they after then?
And what is with the escalation of masers these past few months, especially when at my residence? Sometimes I can barely see to read a book (another Fuckover scene/theme, the acquisition of knowledge) for all the blackish floating blobs that can even follow my eyes as I read. That is, three or more configured blobs will follow the very words that I am reading at my reading speed, and if I look elsewhere momentarily, the blobs will zoom up to where I am looking and re-form their configuration even if looking at the blue sky.
Another favorite maser inundation situation is the blackish blobs hanging around and following me when using toilet paper. This too has increased of late, and I will spare you the particulars. And to boot, the use of toilet paper has increased ever since I had prostate cancer radiotherapy in late 2017 with continuing side effects (that the doctor downplayed beforehand), which of course, fits the Psychopaths need over their maser fuckery with respect to toilet paper. Again, I have no idea, and it just may relate to their plant material obsession/experimentation (per above), softwood pulp in this case, (not even live plant material). Just more mysterious fuckery over fuck all as I see it. Just leave me alone.
Not to be; I see this here PC locked up last night, a round of fuckery that cost me some $150 and six weeks of downtime a month ago. A sudden arrival of wiggly lines and it locks up. The same problem as last time, a corrupted file system somehow. As in corrupted operating system.
Enough for a posting I reckon, and for the reader-sphere to ponder just what the perps are after.
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Sunday, September 08, 2019
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A Pruning Day
2100h
More plasma beam "trash"/hash over top of this LCD as I begin a late starting blog. The overhead rumbling noise has also arrived. It moves with me to varying locations in the apartment, and has a near 100% error-free capability to "find me".
I was at my in-town brother's place today, he doing his shopping where I do mine, and then the vehicular gangstalking show out to his place as a passenger in his van. When we arrive at his place he pulls too close to the pillars of the carport for easy egress, and then hands me one of his shopping bags, first placing it on my just-vacated seat, indicating that I should pack his grocery bag out through the just-created compromised door egress. Another WTF, and I have a few everytime I go out nowadays as the cover story acts seem to be less needed than they were. The big job was to prune his bushes in the front of his house, and regular readers will know that gardening, and cut garden foliage is a huge perp obsession. So here I was, doing that very task for over 3.5 hours today. Then I was primed for a royal gangstalking afterward.
I take a 10 minute walk from my brother's place to get the bus, and lo, if they didn't have a tail on me who soundlessly got close, then walked past me, to lead me for some 7 minutes of this walk. And of course, he came with his plastic shopping bag, being a Plastic Bagman. I get all kinds of weirds on this gig, and all the more at the bus stop. I missed one by three minutes, and some five minutes later they had assembled 8 Fuckwits around me at this stop. All apparently travelling into downtown at 1600h, quite the arrangement that. And for the fourth time of this and five consecutive trips, they put on two negroes again. I don't know what the fascination for the perps is, but they also made sure they had one on the bus two seats ahead of me, with the skinhead look. Fucking disgusting it was, being forced to look at any skinheads, no matter what race. Strangely, the perps did not pull him off the bus in short order as this is what they usually do, even if the negro is within 12' or so, they will pull them off inside of two bus stops. Not this time.
And then, tonight during and after the cleaning job, they put on three more negroes, one at a time. I was cleaning the glass of the door to the Service section, now closed, and lo, if they didn't have a negro woman pose in the car lot, all for me to see her through the glass of the door. And it would be tempered safety glass with a layer of transparent plastic to hold the pieces together, and this invisible detail is important for the assholes I have come to know. Then another negro woman on the way back as part of the "herd" that "joins me" each time I set off to return to my apartment, an 8 minute city walk which includes time waiting for traffic lights. Another part of the "herd" was a foursome; two males in front of two females behind them all of them separated about three feet from each other and not conversing any, about the most strangest configuration of gangstalkers I have seen. They didn't even attempt to look like they belonged on a outing. I don't know what the deal is, but I have been getting more of these strange configurations of Fuckwit gangstalker clusters walking together, but separated by much more distance than would be expectable. There was a triad of male Fuckwits last night that I blogged about that was equally absurd. The perps tell me that these clusters of ambulatory gangstalking Fuckwits are emulating soldiers in formation. So what, and why should I give a shit? Unless they are looking to stimulate subconscious recollections that I am unaware of, and there has been a decidedly military-like angle to the harassment.
Their military-like games have included posting uniformed Fuckwits each time I exited yoga from 05-2007 through to 12-2007, once each week, and not a one of them could legitimately claim to be doing anything related to the military; grocery shopping, standing around smoking cigarettes, driving around or just plain sauntering. Another military like move is the high hand flinging when they are walking on the street, as civilian looking gangstalkers; they raise their swinging arm to come up as high as their chest, and when I am fucked into looking and deriding the sight of this inanity they then take their hand at the top of the swing, and raise it further to adjust their hat, scratch their face or whatever. WTF; who would do anything so fucking stupid unless being paid to do so?
Back to the pruning at my brother's place today; they put on lots of background noise while I was doing pruning and would even time the ever-present hotrod muffler noise exactly when I would cut the stem of the plant with the lopers or the secateurs. Another noise they like to create at the moment of pruning was dog barking; this "happened" at least a dozen times over the gardening session.
I am getting whacked with a series of faux burps/hiccups as I write this so it is time to cease blogging until this bullshit is over.
2235h
Back to blogging after that rousing interuption that ceased in short order when returning to web surfing.
I am getting another tiresome round of planted thoughts over the cessation of harassment hostilities at the end of Feburary. The putative "clue" (read, planted) is that they changed my next doctor's appointment from Feb. 16 to Feb. 27. Anyone realize this portends absolutely nothing, especially coming from a notoriously unreliable party that has an unabashed streak of seeding deception. I get these particular perp "obsessions" every so often, about three to six times per year, and they decided to start in January for six weeks of pestering me with this colossal bullshit. I have been correct in identifying this as such everytime, but they don't give me a rest and still come at me with these planted thoughts that cannot be ascertained by any means (by me), and nor do I give a shit. So... what to do; adopt the mantra, "this bullshit too shall pass". Six weeks is a highly protracted run of seeding silliness.
Other miscellaneous crap today; the perps slicked down a section of the concrete floor of the Service garage at the car dealership where I do my one hour per day cleaning job. And of course it was placed nearby where I do the mop bucket filling and I was forced to walk across this oily floor. Exactly what this accomplished I have no idea, but both these substances, (and ashphalt too) are perp obsessions, so it would seem that they wanted to do some combinatorial experimentation.
Another never-before mindfuck stunt tonight at the car dealership. As I was approaching the glass windowed door of the Service garage the perps had a 5 year old kid walking through the garage, some 15' distant. Instead of being allowed to recognize it was a young child, the sick asshole fuckers planted the momentary notion he was an adult dwarf. I am still fucking pissed at this mental incursion and resent it all the more, and won't settle for anything less than taking a baseball bat to the face of the perp asshole that decided I should recieve this particular mindfuck.
Anyhow; I am tired tonight and haven't really put my all into blogging tonight, likely because someone doesn't want all their fuckery and dumbshit games detailed. The perps have been pissing me off plenty today, and had at least a dozen rage-ification provocations for teatime tonight. Stunts like pulling objects from my grasp, causing me to overbalance and turn to avoid falling over, jabbing me in the back of the leg, creating a faux burp while screaming at them which phonetically is made to cause the F-word to be truncated, creating noise of clanging objects that has no apparent source as the objects did not contact each other, creating extra crumbs or debris coming from nowhere as the location had nothing there before, and a few others to grind me into sustained duress, and all the more important it seems when I transit from one location in the apartment to another, e.g. desk to kitchen or vice versa (8'), ensuring that am made to scream at them in both locations as well as while walking between them.
Enough for a day's abuse.
More plasma beam "trash"/hash over top of this LCD as I begin a late starting blog. The overhead rumbling noise has also arrived. It moves with me to varying locations in the apartment, and has a near 100% error-free capability to "find me".
I was at my in-town brother's place today, he doing his shopping where I do mine, and then the vehicular gangstalking show out to his place as a passenger in his van. When we arrive at his place he pulls too close to the pillars of the carport for easy egress, and then hands me one of his shopping bags, first placing it on my just-vacated seat, indicating that I should pack his grocery bag out through the just-created compromised door egress. Another WTF, and I have a few everytime I go out nowadays as the cover story acts seem to be less needed than they were. The big job was to prune his bushes in the front of his house, and regular readers will know that gardening, and cut garden foliage is a huge perp obsession. So here I was, doing that very task for over 3.5 hours today. Then I was primed for a royal gangstalking afterward.
I take a 10 minute walk from my brother's place to get the bus, and lo, if they didn't have a tail on me who soundlessly got close, then walked past me, to lead me for some 7 minutes of this walk. And of course, he came with his plastic shopping bag, being a Plastic Bagman. I get all kinds of weirds on this gig, and all the more at the bus stop. I missed one by three minutes, and some five minutes later they had assembled 8 Fuckwits around me at this stop. All apparently travelling into downtown at 1600h, quite the arrangement that. And for the fourth time of this and five consecutive trips, they put on two negroes again. I don't know what the fascination for the perps is, but they also made sure they had one on the bus two seats ahead of me, with the skinhead look. Fucking disgusting it was, being forced to look at any skinheads, no matter what race. Strangely, the perps did not pull him off the bus in short order as this is what they usually do, even if the negro is within 12' or so, they will pull them off inside of two bus stops. Not this time.
And then, tonight during and after the cleaning job, they put on three more negroes, one at a time. I was cleaning the glass of the door to the Service section, now closed, and lo, if they didn't have a negro woman pose in the car lot, all for me to see her through the glass of the door. And it would be tempered safety glass with a layer of transparent plastic to hold the pieces together, and this invisible detail is important for the assholes I have come to know. Then another negro woman on the way back as part of the "herd" that "joins me" each time I set off to return to my apartment, an 8 minute city walk which includes time waiting for traffic lights. Another part of the "herd" was a foursome; two males in front of two females behind them all of them separated about three feet from each other and not conversing any, about the most strangest configuration of gangstalkers I have seen. They didn't even attempt to look like they belonged on a outing. I don't know what the deal is, but I have been getting more of these strange configurations of Fuckwit gangstalker clusters walking together, but separated by much more distance than would be expectable. There was a triad of male Fuckwits last night that I blogged about that was equally absurd. The perps tell me that these clusters of ambulatory gangstalking Fuckwits are emulating soldiers in formation. So what, and why should I give a shit? Unless they are looking to stimulate subconscious recollections that I am unaware of, and there has been a decidedly military-like angle to the harassment.
Their military-like games have included posting uniformed Fuckwits each time I exited yoga from 05-2007 through to 12-2007, once each week, and not a one of them could legitimately claim to be doing anything related to the military; grocery shopping, standing around smoking cigarettes, driving around or just plain sauntering. Another military like move is the high hand flinging when they are walking on the street, as civilian looking gangstalkers; they raise their swinging arm to come up as high as their chest, and when I am fucked into looking and deriding the sight of this inanity they then take their hand at the top of the swing, and raise it further to adjust their hat, scratch their face or whatever. WTF; who would do anything so fucking stupid unless being paid to do so?
Back to the pruning at my brother's place today; they put on lots of background noise while I was doing pruning and would even time the ever-present hotrod muffler noise exactly when I would cut the stem of the plant with the lopers or the secateurs. Another noise they like to create at the moment of pruning was dog barking; this "happened" at least a dozen times over the gardening session.
I am getting whacked with a series of faux burps/hiccups as I write this so it is time to cease blogging until this bullshit is over.
2235h
Back to blogging after that rousing interuption that ceased in short order when returning to web surfing.
I am getting another tiresome round of planted thoughts over the cessation of harassment hostilities at the end of Feburary. The putative "clue" (read, planted) is that they changed my next doctor's appointment from Feb. 16 to Feb. 27. Anyone realize this portends absolutely nothing, especially coming from a notoriously unreliable party that has an unabashed streak of seeding deception. I get these particular perp "obsessions" every so often, about three to six times per year, and they decided to start in January for six weeks of pestering me with this colossal bullshit. I have been correct in identifying this as such everytime, but they don't give me a rest and still come at me with these planted thoughts that cannot be ascertained by any means (by me), and nor do I give a shit. So... what to do; adopt the mantra, "this bullshit too shall pass". Six weeks is a highly protracted run of seeding silliness.
Other miscellaneous crap today; the perps slicked down a section of the concrete floor of the Service garage at the car dealership where I do my one hour per day cleaning job. And of course it was placed nearby where I do the mop bucket filling and I was forced to walk across this oily floor. Exactly what this accomplished I have no idea, but both these substances, (and ashphalt too) are perp obsessions, so it would seem that they wanted to do some combinatorial experimentation.
Another never-before mindfuck stunt tonight at the car dealership. As I was approaching the glass windowed door of the Service garage the perps had a 5 year old kid walking through the garage, some 15' distant. Instead of being allowed to recognize it was a young child, the sick asshole fuckers planted the momentary notion he was an adult dwarf. I am still fucking pissed at this mental incursion and resent it all the more, and won't settle for anything less than taking a baseball bat to the face of the perp asshole that decided I should recieve this particular mindfuck.
Anyhow; I am tired tonight and haven't really put my all into blogging tonight, likely because someone doesn't want all their fuckery and dumbshit games detailed. The perps have been pissing me off plenty today, and had at least a dozen rage-ification provocations for teatime tonight. Stunts like pulling objects from my grasp, causing me to overbalance and turn to avoid falling over, jabbing me in the back of the leg, creating a faux burp while screaming at them which phonetically is made to cause the F-word to be truncated, creating noise of clanging objects that has no apparent source as the objects did not contact each other, creating extra crumbs or debris coming from nowhere as the location had nothing there before, and a few others to grind me into sustained duress, and all the more important it seems when I transit from one location in the apartment to another, e.g. desk to kitchen or vice versa (8'), ensuring that am made to scream at them in both locations as well as while walking between them.
Enough for a day's abuse.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Lets Disable the Router
1325h
Another unusual start to today's online activity, as there was a network connectivity "problem", the routers settings "somehow" changed, necessitating a call to the ISP who instructed me to remove the power cord for five seconds and then replace it. Voila, it worked, and I am back online.
This is the interim between yoga and gym classes, and the gangstalkers were all over me afterward. All that spine stretching and twisting makes me supreme bait for the streetside freakshow swarm. And "for some reason" the location of the yoga class room was changed with no notice, not even on the door of the room to redirect me upstairs. It would seem the perps like me to do backing and forthing, and it so happened, another class member joined me on hunt-the-yoga-class. It was upstairs this time, and in an even nicer room, and the perps made sure to put on some inaugural motorcycle noise outside just as the class started. And as part of starting with a new instructor, the perps have slowed down the introduction duration, creating a longer graduated exposure by declaring a summer holiday for the class, reconvening in three weeks. Funny how a new instructor is arranged to have associated class breaks. The last time the new instructor came with a venue change, and then an unannounced three week shutdown over Christmas. And to no surprise, the gangstalkers were all over me after class at that location.
All this seems to be in support of my attempt to try a farmwork job tommorrow, and then having me work on the yoga Thursdays.
I did a towel laundry first thing this morning to get rid of the never-before lint that accompanied my new towel purchase earlier this week. This is the third round of laundry in two days, the latter two to deal with this problem that was created for the same reasons they like to drop lint and dust bunnies all over this place, and on me too. (At least a half dozen dust bunnies arrived on me while at yoga today).
Then it was off to get some UV protective clothing to aid in my work attempt tomorrow. Naturally, I had a freakshow around me for getting there and back; the shiftless males loitering around for no seeming reason, as well as the vagrants pushing shopping carts of plastics, the "workers" taking a break sitting on the sidewalk in their red shirts, other big hat acts, and more red shirted dudes waddling around. I also had at least one wheelchair act, and my lead-ahead gangstalkers wearing the same colors and aligning themselves ahead of me, 10' and 40' in front.
I even got the blonde woman act at the store, posing as a staff member with large fugly tatoos on her arms. I get at least a couple of tatoo acts each time I go out, and she was the first, adding blonde auric goodness to somehow ameliorate that disgusting disfigurement of a tatoo. Again, I have no idea why the perps are beating on this one, though I never found tatoos to be that interesting or desireable. Now, it is in my face all the time. Almost as much as the plasma beams that are flitting about this apartment. Now onto gym and the grand freakshow that is sure to be there.
1705h
I am back from the gym, that gangstalk pit, and lo, if the assholes didn't jerk with the router again to have me unplug it for five seconds, re-power it, and then be permitted to network connectivity. Which suggests that the perps must be working on the energetics related to logging into a network, hence forcing me to go through with this bullshit again, when it never happened before. Just like the elevator request light in the hallway; it went out for over four weeks and magically started functioning again this week. The perps like to eliminate any advance clues of any event happening, and will work assiduously to eliminate them one by one.
I got the "tatoo stalk" at the gym; some fuckwit in the class kept loitering around me for no fucking purpose while I was on the Pec Dec machine, and he avoided eye contact all the time. On his arm was a ridiculous track of amateur blue and red tatoos; all five point stars, though varying in size. This was the last exercise before heading to the public workout area instead of the floor exercise room. And lo, if a woman didn't come five minutes later to take my intended location to work out, all to show me her track of tatoos on her arms and shoulder while I was working out on the mat. Fucking absurd; if I don't like tatoos, why is it I have a constant phalanx of fuckwits chasing me all over town and putting their fucking tatoos on display? Not my problem, so why am I involved in this without granting any permission?
And the only answer to that is of course elevated levels of noisestalking; outside beeping and overhead clunking. We had yet another new blonde gym class coordinator; she is to be the Thursday instructor, though I cannot say for sure that she will actually do that as she seemed to be doing her own stretches thing while us two non-class reprobates were working out in the public area. And it would seem, this non-class status to be gangstalkable at close quarters; some shit walked 10' out of his way to pass around behind me when it would of been most efficient for him to walk directly to the intended location. Then another fuck started up his exercising exactly behind me, so I got pissed with that and moved. I also got the jerkaround of having my temporal lobes remotely de-energized, where the perps make me dizzy and is totally defeatable for 20 seconds or so by rubbing my head. The new class coordinator seemed to know enough that she asked if I was OK, and I said I was. I didn't knowingly provide any clue that I wasn't OK, so how did she know to ask the question? Past temporal lobe attacks have been worse, and no one said anything; these latter cases are when I am not sure that I provided any clue, that is how deep they will screw me in this way.
And as part of the perp's introduction to military themes they arranged a male gangstalker on "just stand there" duty, smoking a cigarette beside the sidewalk with a beret on his head, loitering for no seeming purpose. I have mentioned these military dress gangstalkings before as they accompanied my return from the yoga class (Thursdays) back to my place. This is how the perps decompose things; if I have a traumatization related to military personnel in full uniform, they then have their gangstalkers dress up in partial military garb, and in this case, just the beret. To date, the pattern of some of the gangstalking does fit a military theme, and in the case of the Indian Lake Project, it shows young children being attended to by military personnel.
1855h
The ongoing serial noise assault continues; at least 20 motorbikes in succession, usually starting the instant I take my fingers off my ears. Then the fake bus noise emulates the motorcycle noise for a deeper base note version. I have more bedbugs crawling around tonight, the last night this will be so, as the insect control techinician is due tomorrow. That will be another wrenching of my furniture like last time, causing some breakage and extra knockdown. The perps had me rage-ified last time when doing this, having me move the furniture without making adequate preparations. All my usual prudence and care was fucked with, and I was controlled to do a "Rambo like" job, all to make the situation highly stressing. I am not allowed to be my normal prudent self, and nor am I allowed access to my own knowlege of undertaking an activity in accordance with my own experiences. It is fucking outrageous to say the least, and I am sure that is only a small part of the ongoing fuckery that is the new "norm"; harassment hell.
Now the hallway voices has started up, and some plasma flashes in fron of this LCD display as well. I am also getting the creepy crawlies tonight, fake insect attacks all for the perps to have me vocalize and touch or look at body areas that I normally don't touch, like anyone else seated at a desk.
And it will be a busy day tomorrow, getting up around 0500h to have breakfast, do my normal routine, and then expend considerable effort to pull furniture off the wall, disconnect the PC, and much other furniture disruption in preparation for the spraying, the second round. I have as suspicion that the perps haven't finished this one yet, creating bedbug invasions in my apartment. It must be an entire scenario of merriment for the sick assholes who have planted this one on me, and it has too much momentum to be stopped by mere pesticide application. I cannot believe that the bugs would nest in my office chair, as what is stopping them from infesting the futon mattress? Given that the perps like to change up the colors of things like bedsheets, towels, of late, perhaps this is the start of a campaign to change up my matress. Given that I spend 8 hours a night on it, it is a considerable source of energetic color, and as the perps are creating more complex color games around me, perhaps they have deemed the bed gets a change up. Which begs the obvious question, why don't they change the bedding themselves through dematerialization games they normally do? I don't know, perhaps they want more duress out of every situation, and put me through the gauntlet of senseless stunts.
It must be strange being a perp operative; adhering to the constructs of the conventional physics/material world, and then conducting themselves with their greater powers of materialization, remote manipulation of the omniplasma continuum (the ether), and other teleportation games that I have seen. Meanwhile, they put certain victims through fucking hell because they deem them to be important, even if they fucked up totally over 50 years ago, creating the very problems (subconscious traumatization associations) they are attempting to resolve in my subconscious memory, something they couldn't access until the past year. They may still be another year from total control of this kind of recall, as it seems that one of the side goals, total mind control, is relatively close to completion. (As I typed that the noises started up and the blue light on the PC started flashing in my peripherial vision.)
I had a minor panic yesterday when seated at the retaurant; after being seated for some 10 minutes there was a shift in my vision; it suddenly became more shaded and contrasted and I felt a panicked situation come on, as if my vision was being totally sabotaged. More like, my vision became totally subsumed by the assholes operating remotely, and that they needed some "settle in time", as I had never been to that location before. Or, the perps may have played up that transient anxiousness, something that they have been known to do very often, like all my life, to the extent of making me chronically overanxious to the level of a clinical condition. Needless to say, they have exploited this, setting up uncountable scripted scenarios to up my angst. The history of that depravity needs to be told someday, by them of course.
2140h
I am listening to The Sadies tonight; a little more rock music than my usual fare, but a captivating electric surf sound that carries their songs.
I have been getting the creepy crawlie sensations all evening; mock bedbugs on me every five minutes or so. No doubt all this self touching and scratching is about remote energetics assay, getting a reading on my left side from my right hand, vice versa and all permutations. It is a "big gig" tomorrow, trying my hand at being a field laboror, picking through daffidol bulbs, a big agricultural industry here. When stopping at the farm two days ago I noticed they were "ready for me" by having the seeming cell phone aerials up as well as parabolic dishes and other "communications" transmission hardware. This city is going to all digital TV at the end of this year, and yet there is no end of analog-like aerials going up, almost at every intersection for a better reading. I noticed the perps put five dudes on me at Fort and Richmond today, supposedly pub patrons that didn't park at the pub when there was plenty of availible parking, both packing styrene food containers. Regular readers will know that the perps are chasing me down will all manner of plastic types in all locations, and in various colors. Having these blatant criminal fuckwits hanging around me at 1430h packing their styrene foam "doggie bag" and walking an extra block for parking to loiter around me at an intersection just doesn't add up.
Last week's "stand there" male native Indian sentry in mid block standing for no apparent reason at the exit of a parking lot and in the shade of a tree was back again, only 20' from where he was before. He was back in his navy blue outfit, but the kicker is that he changed race! I kid you not, he was a native Indian last week and Caucasian this week. Regular readers will know this is not the first time that a gangstalker has changed skin tone on me, but is always a big source of merriment and derision. One of those extra stupid perp stunts.
They had about 20 ambulatory gangstalkers on me at the first intersection I walked through on the way back from gym. This tells me that there are certain kinds of properties about me that they can quantify in the gym building, and cannot one block away. Hence the extra gangstalkers at the intersection, a reasonable cover story for them.
2210h
Time to call this one done for today and make preparations for tomorrow's undertaking, a considerable change up in my routine. I wonder how long it will last; weeks, months or what? Yet another example of wishing the assholes would just give me the script instead of this over-elaborate game of pretend. Onto field work in the omniplasmic field, in the crosshairs of the special beams they supply from the aerials they have readied for me in the heart of farm country.
More perp excitement; overhead pounding noise and outside vehicle with a rough muffler at the same time they arranged two songs to be playing at the same time. The senseless inanity and mindless abuse never ends.
Another unusual start to today's online activity, as there was a network connectivity "problem", the routers settings "somehow" changed, necessitating a call to the ISP who instructed me to remove the power cord for five seconds and then replace it. Voila, it worked, and I am back online.
This is the interim between yoga and gym classes, and the gangstalkers were all over me afterward. All that spine stretching and twisting makes me supreme bait for the streetside freakshow swarm. And "for some reason" the location of the yoga class room was changed with no notice, not even on the door of the room to redirect me upstairs. It would seem the perps like me to do backing and forthing, and it so happened, another class member joined me on hunt-the-yoga-class. It was upstairs this time, and in an even nicer room, and the perps made sure to put on some inaugural motorcycle noise outside just as the class started. And as part of starting with a new instructor, the perps have slowed down the introduction duration, creating a longer graduated exposure by declaring a summer holiday for the class, reconvening in three weeks. Funny how a new instructor is arranged to have associated class breaks. The last time the new instructor came with a venue change, and then an unannounced three week shutdown over Christmas. And to no surprise, the gangstalkers were all over me after class at that location.
All this seems to be in support of my attempt to try a farmwork job tommorrow, and then having me work on the yoga Thursdays.
I did a towel laundry first thing this morning to get rid of the never-before lint that accompanied my new towel purchase earlier this week. This is the third round of laundry in two days, the latter two to deal with this problem that was created for the same reasons they like to drop lint and dust bunnies all over this place, and on me too. (At least a half dozen dust bunnies arrived on me while at yoga today).
Then it was off to get some UV protective clothing to aid in my work attempt tomorrow. Naturally, I had a freakshow around me for getting there and back; the shiftless males loitering around for no seeming reason, as well as the vagrants pushing shopping carts of plastics, the "workers" taking a break sitting on the sidewalk in their red shirts, other big hat acts, and more red shirted dudes waddling around. I also had at least one wheelchair act, and my lead-ahead gangstalkers wearing the same colors and aligning themselves ahead of me, 10' and 40' in front.
I even got the blonde woman act at the store, posing as a staff member with large fugly tatoos on her arms. I get at least a couple of tatoo acts each time I go out, and she was the first, adding blonde auric goodness to somehow ameliorate that disgusting disfigurement of a tatoo. Again, I have no idea why the perps are beating on this one, though I never found tatoos to be that interesting or desireable. Now, it is in my face all the time. Almost as much as the plasma beams that are flitting about this apartment. Now onto gym and the grand freakshow that is sure to be there.
1705h
I am back from the gym, that gangstalk pit, and lo, if the assholes didn't jerk with the router again to have me unplug it for five seconds, re-power it, and then be permitted to network connectivity. Which suggests that the perps must be working on the energetics related to logging into a network, hence forcing me to go through with this bullshit again, when it never happened before. Just like the elevator request light in the hallway; it went out for over four weeks and magically started functioning again this week. The perps like to eliminate any advance clues of any event happening, and will work assiduously to eliminate them one by one.
I got the "tatoo stalk" at the gym; some fuckwit in the class kept loitering around me for no fucking purpose while I was on the Pec Dec machine, and he avoided eye contact all the time. On his arm was a ridiculous track of amateur blue and red tatoos; all five point stars, though varying in size. This was the last exercise before heading to the public workout area instead of the floor exercise room. And lo, if a woman didn't come five minutes later to take my intended location to work out, all to show me her track of tatoos on her arms and shoulder while I was working out on the mat. Fucking absurd; if I don't like tatoos, why is it I have a constant phalanx of fuckwits chasing me all over town and putting their fucking tatoos on display? Not my problem, so why am I involved in this without granting any permission?
And the only answer to that is of course elevated levels of noisestalking; outside beeping and overhead clunking. We had yet another new blonde gym class coordinator; she is to be the Thursday instructor, though I cannot say for sure that she will actually do that as she seemed to be doing her own stretches thing while us two non-class reprobates were working out in the public area. And it would seem, this non-class status to be gangstalkable at close quarters; some shit walked 10' out of his way to pass around behind me when it would of been most efficient for him to walk directly to the intended location. Then another fuck started up his exercising exactly behind me, so I got pissed with that and moved. I also got the jerkaround of having my temporal lobes remotely de-energized, where the perps make me dizzy and is totally defeatable for 20 seconds or so by rubbing my head. The new class coordinator seemed to know enough that she asked if I was OK, and I said I was. I didn't knowingly provide any clue that I wasn't OK, so how did she know to ask the question? Past temporal lobe attacks have been worse, and no one said anything; these latter cases are when I am not sure that I provided any clue, that is how deep they will screw me in this way.
And as part of the perp's introduction to military themes they arranged a male gangstalker on "just stand there" duty, smoking a cigarette beside the sidewalk with a beret on his head, loitering for no seeming purpose. I have mentioned these military dress gangstalkings before as they accompanied my return from the yoga class (Thursdays) back to my place. This is how the perps decompose things; if I have a traumatization related to military personnel in full uniform, they then have their gangstalkers dress up in partial military garb, and in this case, just the beret. To date, the pattern of some of the gangstalking does fit a military theme, and in the case of the Indian Lake Project, it shows young children being attended to by military personnel.
1855h
The ongoing serial noise assault continues; at least 20 motorbikes in succession, usually starting the instant I take my fingers off my ears. Then the fake bus noise emulates the motorcycle noise for a deeper base note version. I have more bedbugs crawling around tonight, the last night this will be so, as the insect control techinician is due tomorrow. That will be another wrenching of my furniture like last time, causing some breakage and extra knockdown. The perps had me rage-ified last time when doing this, having me move the furniture without making adequate preparations. All my usual prudence and care was fucked with, and I was controlled to do a "Rambo like" job, all to make the situation highly stressing. I am not allowed to be my normal prudent self, and nor am I allowed access to my own knowlege of undertaking an activity in accordance with my own experiences. It is fucking outrageous to say the least, and I am sure that is only a small part of the ongoing fuckery that is the new "norm"; harassment hell.
Now the hallway voices has started up, and some plasma flashes in fron of this LCD display as well. I am also getting the creepy crawlies tonight, fake insect attacks all for the perps to have me vocalize and touch or look at body areas that I normally don't touch, like anyone else seated at a desk.
And it will be a busy day tomorrow, getting up around 0500h to have breakfast, do my normal routine, and then expend considerable effort to pull furniture off the wall, disconnect the PC, and much other furniture disruption in preparation for the spraying, the second round. I have as suspicion that the perps haven't finished this one yet, creating bedbug invasions in my apartment. It must be an entire scenario of merriment for the sick assholes who have planted this one on me, and it has too much momentum to be stopped by mere pesticide application. I cannot believe that the bugs would nest in my office chair, as what is stopping them from infesting the futon mattress? Given that the perps like to change up the colors of things like bedsheets, towels, of late, perhaps this is the start of a campaign to change up my matress. Given that I spend 8 hours a night on it, it is a considerable source of energetic color, and as the perps are creating more complex color games around me, perhaps they have deemed the bed gets a change up. Which begs the obvious question, why don't they change the bedding themselves through dematerialization games they normally do? I don't know, perhaps they want more duress out of every situation, and put me through the gauntlet of senseless stunts.
It must be strange being a perp operative; adhering to the constructs of the conventional physics/material world, and then conducting themselves with their greater powers of materialization, remote manipulation of the omniplasma continuum (the ether), and other teleportation games that I have seen. Meanwhile, they put certain victims through fucking hell because they deem them to be important, even if they fucked up totally over 50 years ago, creating the very problems (subconscious traumatization associations) they are attempting to resolve in my subconscious memory, something they couldn't access until the past year. They may still be another year from total control of this kind of recall, as it seems that one of the side goals, total mind control, is relatively close to completion. (As I typed that the noises started up and the blue light on the PC started flashing in my peripherial vision.)
I had a minor panic yesterday when seated at the retaurant; after being seated for some 10 minutes there was a shift in my vision; it suddenly became more shaded and contrasted and I felt a panicked situation come on, as if my vision was being totally sabotaged. More like, my vision became totally subsumed by the assholes operating remotely, and that they needed some "settle in time", as I had never been to that location before. Or, the perps may have played up that transient anxiousness, something that they have been known to do very often, like all my life, to the extent of making me chronically overanxious to the level of a clinical condition. Needless to say, they have exploited this, setting up uncountable scripted scenarios to up my angst. The history of that depravity needs to be told someday, by them of course.
2140h
I am listening to The Sadies tonight; a little more rock music than my usual fare, but a captivating electric surf sound that carries their songs.
I have been getting the creepy crawlie sensations all evening; mock bedbugs on me every five minutes or so. No doubt all this self touching and scratching is about remote energetics assay, getting a reading on my left side from my right hand, vice versa and all permutations. It is a "big gig" tomorrow, trying my hand at being a field laboror, picking through daffidol bulbs, a big agricultural industry here. When stopping at the farm two days ago I noticed they were "ready for me" by having the seeming cell phone aerials up as well as parabolic dishes and other "communications" transmission hardware. This city is going to all digital TV at the end of this year, and yet there is no end of analog-like aerials going up, almost at every intersection for a better reading. I noticed the perps put five dudes on me at Fort and Richmond today, supposedly pub patrons that didn't park at the pub when there was plenty of availible parking, both packing styrene food containers. Regular readers will know that the perps are chasing me down will all manner of plastic types in all locations, and in various colors. Having these blatant criminal fuckwits hanging around me at 1430h packing their styrene foam "doggie bag" and walking an extra block for parking to loiter around me at an intersection just doesn't add up.
Last week's "stand there" male native Indian sentry in mid block standing for no apparent reason at the exit of a parking lot and in the shade of a tree was back again, only 20' from where he was before. He was back in his navy blue outfit, but the kicker is that he changed race! I kid you not, he was a native Indian last week and Caucasian this week. Regular readers will know this is not the first time that a gangstalker has changed skin tone on me, but is always a big source of merriment and derision. One of those extra stupid perp stunts.
They had about 20 ambulatory gangstalkers on me at the first intersection I walked through on the way back from gym. This tells me that there are certain kinds of properties about me that they can quantify in the gym building, and cannot one block away. Hence the extra gangstalkers at the intersection, a reasonable cover story for them.
2210h
Time to call this one done for today and make preparations for tomorrow's undertaking, a considerable change up in my routine. I wonder how long it will last; weeks, months or what? Yet another example of wishing the assholes would just give me the script instead of this over-elaborate game of pretend. Onto field work in the omniplasmic field, in the crosshairs of the special beams they supply from the aerials they have readied for me in the heart of farm country.
More perp excitement; overhead pounding noise and outside vehicle with a rough muffler at the same time they arranged two songs to be playing at the same time. The senseless inanity and mindless abuse never ends.
Monday, October 29, 2007
The Energetics of Geography
1910h
I am convinced the perps are hot on the trail of determining more of one's bioenergetics that is confered by geography, both on a local scale, and across the globe. They had me working on this tree stump hole at my parent's place today, this time with an ax to remove the stump (of Douglas fir) that "happened" to be under the cottonwood stump I removed three days ago. The perps had the soil fly about, planted it onto my shoes and jeans, and generally scatter as I encountered it while chipping away at this deeper tree stump.
Today's setup was that my father was off to his putative daycare for dementia patients, and would be coming back when my perp abetting mother was out at a luncheon. Therefore, I was to hold the fort, and be there when he came home and make the tea and the rest of his usual post-return routine. Which meant that I was contained at their place for the day until I took the bus back to my place along with the rolling freakshow that accompanies me. I still fail to see why there are huge trains of color coordinated vehicles heading downtown at 1630h, let alone the bus full of passengers that were on board. For this government town with no major industrial employers, it doesn't add up. Just my usual rant. I reckon the perps must have put on at least 2,000 vehicles on today's vehicular gangstalking and at least that many again parked in high density along the bus route.
Now that I have dug holes at my in-town brother's for planting new trees for reasons that were tenuous, and now again at my parent's place, along with all the attention of the noise, phenomenon (masers, plasma beams, decoloration of objects), the parent's strange copious visits to the digging, my father hamming up the dementia bullshit act, harassment incursions (dumping soil on my shoes, causing axe and pick swings to constantly miss, and I never have missed to this degree before), constant noise of aircraft, vehicles in a residential area, drone noises, bird callings, etc, and a few other stunts that don't come to mind, I am suspecting that the perps may just be on the cusp of figuring out the earth's energetics separate from my own bioenergetics. Just my take on the perp's current games, feints and stunts.
Adding to this is that I will be "helping" my parents select a tree tomorrow, planting it, and then later getting a ride to the gym directly from their place, rather than my usual route of walking directly from my place downtown Victoria. Or at least, that is the plan, and it could be changed, also a common feature of this game, foiling "my" notions (read, planted thoughts) as to what the plan is about. My mother is also having a weaving group over tonight, and after a luncheon this afternoon, that is at least two weeks of normal social activity. The weavers also came for the new living room carpet some three weeks ago, and that too is odd, as they came by once a year at most. Anyhow, it is all speculation and before long there will be some more "tells" as to what particular perp objective is getting the most attention.
I got fucked at the bus stop again; the perps ran the bus four minutes early causing me to miss it, and the next one was at least 20 minutes later. While waiting, at least 300 vehicles coursed by on this secondary residential area thoroughfare, coordinated by color and vehicle type per usual, and even a small dump truck with huge blocks of concrete in the box, which also "happened" to show up on the bus' route later. I also got another "way cool dude" circulating around me at the bus stop, also on his cell phone, and after some 5 minutes of waiting, he took off. I also got my elderly Asian contingent gangstalking me at the bus stop; he was sitting in the shelter, as if he had missed the bus by two minutes, and some five minutes later an elderly Asian woman "arrives" (somehow) 20' from the bus stop, just standing in place on the sidewalk. As soon as I got my camera ready for another "just standing there" picture of an operative, she wandered toward the bus shelter where he joined her and then they wandered off together, another bizarre stroke of neighborhood "walks". I also got a reprising ambulatory Asian male gangstalker in this residential neighborhood, stalking me at the begining of my walk to the bus stop, he being S. bound, and while waiting at the bus stop he "shows up" again N. bound, appearing to be on a neighborhood walk. He of the near clown oufit, clashing colors of green, red and black with his umbrella that was not needed, and the only one I saw in all the later ambulatory gangstalking fuckery. To do such a loop he needed to reverse his course, all timed to come by me again.
And what joke, catching the bus, as there are two routes in opposite directions on this secondary thoroughfare. Upon seeing the alternate route (E. bound) was coming before the intended route (W. bound), I crossed the street to get the first arriving bus, rather that wait any longer. I caught the E. bus, and lo, if the intended W. bus in the oncoming direction didn't show up one stop later. Both buses stopped at either side of the street, and then a kid (an operative in morphover more likely), who was 20' ahead of the E. bound bus (not at the bus stop) runs across the road to get the W. bound bus. Then he runs back across the road to board the E. bound bus that he didn't appear to want to take in the first place. A couple from the W. bound bus also got off and crossed the road to board the E. bound bus that I was on. This effectively emulated what I did, intending to get the W. bound bus, but crossing the street to get E. bound bus as it loops around and takes the same route to downtown. As it "so happened", the aforementioned couple that swapped buses got off in short order and would of got to their stop sooner if they had stayed on their original (W. bound) bus. Bizarre, if one can follow all that.
It seemed to be "boy's day" on the bus; all the putative passengers that came to ring me were youthful, save one brown skinned dude. This round followed the Asian woman demographic that preceded them and was largely in place when I got on board. I had the more garish colored clothing planted around me; the gangstalkers were wearing yellows, bright blues, reds, browns and one in black pants that were paint flecked, a common operative getup. As usual, they take many measures to expose their mouth contents; chewing gum, open mouthing, eating food etc. This is standard practice now, everywhere I go, both males and females.
As usual, I had an extra large freakshow of ambulatory gangstalkers, not to mention some strange cyclists that seemed to hang around me, and then dismounted to attach their bicycle to a post, a very common public occurence that has also erupted in concert with the harassment antics. I suspect that the tension of the wheel spokes of bicycles allows the perps to obtain more energetics measurements than otherwise. There is something they like about having stressed metals around me, and this would include diesel engines with their substantially greater compression to ignite the air-fuel mixture along with the characteristic clattering noise.
And the number of gangstalkers wearing shades today was hilarious; no visible sun or blue sky, overcast with a 60% POP (probability of precipitation), and at least half of them had sunglasses on, at either end of my bus trip and onboard also. This is not the first time I have noticed this of late, but as my in-town brother also engages in this selective sunglasses use that is unrelated, and even at odds, with the lighting conditions, I can only surmise that the abductee reports of the aliens looking into human's eyes at close range and "reading" them (making determinations) must be true for reasons that we harassment victims don't understand. I suspect the eyes are a source of IR radiation, and as they are also the only location in humans where one's blood flow can be directly monitored, one's eyes are of intense interest to the perps. They have trashed both pairs of my prescription sunglasses and clearly don't want me wearing them given how often I "forgot" to take them with me.
As this is a Monday, the return day from my parent's place, I suspect that I won't get to sleep for hours tonight, as the perps like to extend my awake time. I am calling that one in advance. Another regular item on Mondays is the perps forcing me to take a crap in the evening, just before or after dinner, and this has happened at least four Mondays in succession. It would seem that whatever benefits that the perps gain, (remotely applied bioenergetics assays IMHO), from my once per week stays at my parent's place, they want to attain the same thing at my residence location and neighborhood. That is my theory on why Mondays are so intensely gangstalked, freakshowed and the rest of the parental pandering that unfolds.
When I got in "I" phoned my ex to expect to leave a message on her telephone answering machine as she is away in Brussels (another geographic energetics test?) to thank her for the mattick that was "borrowed" to dig out the tree stump at my parent's place. Instead, I got my daughter who got into a long story about soccer and the coaching travails. Normally she is very terse and uncommunicative when I phone, and for this rare instance she was positively gregarious. I say "borrowed" in quotes as I don't know where my ex would of got this particular tool as it wasn't one we had when together, and I cannot envision her buying one as she cannot heft such heavy gardening tools. No doubt the perps wanted me to have this particular version, as she supplied the original mattick head for no plausible reason. Another go figure.
2240h
Time to call this blog done for the day; all of today's bizarreness is not conveyed here, but the above journalling should offer enough variety and detail to suggest that I am not making this up. If anyone was in my highschool English class. and recalls how often my creative writing was roundly trashed, they would concur.
I am convinced the perps are hot on the trail of determining more of one's bioenergetics that is confered by geography, both on a local scale, and across the globe. They had me working on this tree stump hole at my parent's place today, this time with an ax to remove the stump (of Douglas fir) that "happened" to be under the cottonwood stump I removed three days ago. The perps had the soil fly about, planted it onto my shoes and jeans, and generally scatter as I encountered it while chipping away at this deeper tree stump.
Today's setup was that my father was off to his putative daycare for dementia patients, and would be coming back when my perp abetting mother was out at a luncheon. Therefore, I was to hold the fort, and be there when he came home and make the tea and the rest of his usual post-return routine. Which meant that I was contained at their place for the day until I took the bus back to my place along with the rolling freakshow that accompanies me. I still fail to see why there are huge trains of color coordinated vehicles heading downtown at 1630h, let alone the bus full of passengers that were on board. For this government town with no major industrial employers, it doesn't add up. Just my usual rant. I reckon the perps must have put on at least 2,000 vehicles on today's vehicular gangstalking and at least that many again parked in high density along the bus route.
Now that I have dug holes at my in-town brother's for planting new trees for reasons that were tenuous, and now again at my parent's place, along with all the attention of the noise, phenomenon (masers, plasma beams, decoloration of objects), the parent's strange copious visits to the digging, my father hamming up the dementia bullshit act, harassment incursions (dumping soil on my shoes, causing axe and pick swings to constantly miss, and I never have missed to this degree before), constant noise of aircraft, vehicles in a residential area, drone noises, bird callings, etc, and a few other stunts that don't come to mind, I am suspecting that the perps may just be on the cusp of figuring out the earth's energetics separate from my own bioenergetics. Just my take on the perp's current games, feints and stunts.
Adding to this is that I will be "helping" my parents select a tree tomorrow, planting it, and then later getting a ride to the gym directly from their place, rather than my usual route of walking directly from my place downtown Victoria. Or at least, that is the plan, and it could be changed, also a common feature of this game, foiling "my" notions (read, planted thoughts) as to what the plan is about. My mother is also having a weaving group over tonight, and after a luncheon this afternoon, that is at least two weeks of normal social activity. The weavers also came for the new living room carpet some three weeks ago, and that too is odd, as they came by once a year at most. Anyhow, it is all speculation and before long there will be some more "tells" as to what particular perp objective is getting the most attention.
I got fucked at the bus stop again; the perps ran the bus four minutes early causing me to miss it, and the next one was at least 20 minutes later. While waiting, at least 300 vehicles coursed by on this secondary residential area thoroughfare, coordinated by color and vehicle type per usual, and even a small dump truck with huge blocks of concrete in the box, which also "happened" to show up on the bus' route later. I also got another "way cool dude" circulating around me at the bus stop, also on his cell phone, and after some 5 minutes of waiting, he took off. I also got my elderly Asian contingent gangstalking me at the bus stop; he was sitting in the shelter, as if he had missed the bus by two minutes, and some five minutes later an elderly Asian woman "arrives" (somehow) 20' from the bus stop, just standing in place on the sidewalk. As soon as I got my camera ready for another "just standing there" picture of an operative, she wandered toward the bus shelter where he joined her and then they wandered off together, another bizarre stroke of neighborhood "walks". I also got a reprising ambulatory Asian male gangstalker in this residential neighborhood, stalking me at the begining of my walk to the bus stop, he being S. bound, and while waiting at the bus stop he "shows up" again N. bound, appearing to be on a neighborhood walk. He of the near clown oufit, clashing colors of green, red and black with his umbrella that was not needed, and the only one I saw in all the later ambulatory gangstalking fuckery. To do such a loop he needed to reverse his course, all timed to come by me again.
And what joke, catching the bus, as there are two routes in opposite directions on this secondary thoroughfare. Upon seeing the alternate route (E. bound) was coming before the intended route (W. bound), I crossed the street to get the first arriving bus, rather that wait any longer. I caught the E. bus, and lo, if the intended W. bus in the oncoming direction didn't show up one stop later. Both buses stopped at either side of the street, and then a kid (an operative in morphover more likely), who was 20' ahead of the E. bound bus (not at the bus stop) runs across the road to get the W. bound bus. Then he runs back across the road to board the E. bound bus that he didn't appear to want to take in the first place. A couple from the W. bound bus also got off and crossed the road to board the E. bound bus that I was on. This effectively emulated what I did, intending to get the W. bound bus, but crossing the street to get E. bound bus as it loops around and takes the same route to downtown. As it "so happened", the aforementioned couple that swapped buses got off in short order and would of got to their stop sooner if they had stayed on their original (W. bound) bus. Bizarre, if one can follow all that.
It seemed to be "boy's day" on the bus; all the putative passengers that came to ring me were youthful, save one brown skinned dude. This round followed the Asian woman demographic that preceded them and was largely in place when I got on board. I had the more garish colored clothing planted around me; the gangstalkers were wearing yellows, bright blues, reds, browns and one in black pants that were paint flecked, a common operative getup. As usual, they take many measures to expose their mouth contents; chewing gum, open mouthing, eating food etc. This is standard practice now, everywhere I go, both males and females.
As usual, I had an extra large freakshow of ambulatory gangstalkers, not to mention some strange cyclists that seemed to hang around me, and then dismounted to attach their bicycle to a post, a very common public occurence that has also erupted in concert with the harassment antics. I suspect that the tension of the wheel spokes of bicycles allows the perps to obtain more energetics measurements than otherwise. There is something they like about having stressed metals around me, and this would include diesel engines with their substantially greater compression to ignite the air-fuel mixture along with the characteristic clattering noise.
And the number of gangstalkers wearing shades today was hilarious; no visible sun or blue sky, overcast with a 60% POP (probability of precipitation), and at least half of them had sunglasses on, at either end of my bus trip and onboard also. This is not the first time I have noticed this of late, but as my in-town brother also engages in this selective sunglasses use that is unrelated, and even at odds, with the lighting conditions, I can only surmise that the abductee reports of the aliens looking into human's eyes at close range and "reading" them (making determinations) must be true for reasons that we harassment victims don't understand. I suspect the eyes are a source of IR radiation, and as they are also the only location in humans where one's blood flow can be directly monitored, one's eyes are of intense interest to the perps. They have trashed both pairs of my prescription sunglasses and clearly don't want me wearing them given how often I "forgot" to take them with me.
As this is a Monday, the return day from my parent's place, I suspect that I won't get to sleep for hours tonight, as the perps like to extend my awake time. I am calling that one in advance. Another regular item on Mondays is the perps forcing me to take a crap in the evening, just before or after dinner, and this has happened at least four Mondays in succession. It would seem that whatever benefits that the perps gain, (remotely applied bioenergetics assays IMHO), from my once per week stays at my parent's place, they want to attain the same thing at my residence location and neighborhood. That is my theory on why Mondays are so intensely gangstalked, freakshowed and the rest of the parental pandering that unfolds.
When I got in "I" phoned my ex to expect to leave a message on her telephone answering machine as she is away in Brussels (another geographic energetics test?) to thank her for the mattick that was "borrowed" to dig out the tree stump at my parent's place. Instead, I got my daughter who got into a long story about soccer and the coaching travails. Normally she is very terse and uncommunicative when I phone, and for this rare instance she was positively gregarious. I say "borrowed" in quotes as I don't know where my ex would of got this particular tool as it wasn't one we had when together, and I cannot envision her buying one as she cannot heft such heavy gardening tools. No doubt the perps wanted me to have this particular version, as she supplied the original mattick head for no plausible reason. Another go figure.
2240h
Time to call this blog done for the day; all of today's bizarreness is not conveyed here, but the above journalling should offer enough variety and detail to suggest that I am not making this up. If anyone was in my highschool English class. and recalls how often my creative writing was roundly trashed, they would concur.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Brown and Yellow
1035h
It was a well coordinated "yellow experience" this morning, or more like, yellow and brown. I had my "usual" (read mind-fucked) 100g of chocolate for breakfast following peanut butter and jam on gluten free bread, all with coffee. After my shower and another incident with red goo "arriving" on my towel, I shaved and did my dental routine. The final act of this daily event is to ingest the omega 3 supplements and my medications, one of which is in the form of yellow and white capsules. Following that, "I" decided to undertake laundry by first checking that the one washer and dryer on this floor was availible. And as I turned the corner to go by the elevators, out "pops" an East Indian man and his toddler age son, the latter wearing a bright yellow jacket. For me, this was another color combination event, the supply of two predominant colors similar to those I had just ingested, brown (East Indian skin color comparable to chocolate) and yellow (son's jacket similarity to Rx). There are at least 10 to 20 of these events in any given day, even if I am apartment bound, and this is just one more.
When the Rx for the yellow and white pills expired a few weeks ago and there was a mind-fucked lapse in getting the new Rx, the perps got serious about exposing me to a whole lot more yellow props, clothing and the like than they ever had before. Every day I take this medication I get noisestalked at that moment of ingesting them, so the above color combinations and coincidences are not unexpected.
1240h
Another round of "forgets" in making my lunch again, the same kind and method for over four years now. This is to interrupt my lunch, and have me attend to the broiler being left on, something that is "happening" 80% of the time, up from zero when I last had a full oven.
1920h
A exercise afternoon, yoga and then strength training. At present I have clunking and tapping from the apartment above, and that does sound like a familiar complaint about the last residence location, the putative rooming house. To legitimately pull off that noise in this building the floors would have to be tiled and not carpeted, and that isn't the case. This same bullshit scenario unfolded at my last concrete apartment building, where no end of overhead floor whackings, clunkings and other noise erupted. And funny how this keeps happening to me; the same overhead noises in at least five previous buildings since this harassment began in 2002.
And a mysterious source of late evening light came through the window and brightened up the apartment while eating dinner. As this is a East facing apartment, it is in the shade at this time of day, and there was no accounting for how this apartment was lit so brightly. Even more mysterious was the flickering of the light; as is how is this possible that a mysterious source of light to be manipulated even more? Again, I suspect the perp's fixation with me eating brown colored food is the attractant, and their noise and light games are being continued overhead as I type this. There is plenty of the regular street noise and even a siren cascade has erupted.
Earlier in the afternoon I had my yoga, which was populated by the usual cast of characters, one of whom was decidedly obese, and the perps made sure I saw that. One forced look, and I looked away from her for the rest of the session. There was the usual maser and plasma flitting about; overhead, behind the others, across the floor etc. In fact, my mat was seething with this vibratory energy. All of us had variants of blue mats, mine was navy blue, one of the perp's preferred colors after the white, black and silver grey lineup. And lo, if some brown crumbs didn't arrive ahead of me, nicely arranged on the mat. And I also noticed that the black garbage bag, (a frequent accouterment to the "plastic bag people" (gangstalkers)), used for carrying the yoga mats has now been replaced with a plastic coated fabric bag of the same material as my laundry toting duffel bag I used for the past seven months at my last residence location.
And the others closed in on me while I was taking my shoes and socks off, as well as my teal blue wind blocking vest. Midway in the session, someone's red coat was moved onto my vest, one of those "errant" color mixing moments again.
I went onto strength training, and lo, if the bus and locker fare (coins) I took with me didn't all disappear, and I was fucked out of getting a locker, and instead, I had to trust the perps to not steal my vest, and place it in the cubbies near the exit. But as it happened, the vest did not get stolen, and the planned stunt was that I had to put on the vest in the proximity of the gangstalking negro dude who "just happened" to be on his cell phone only 6' away. He was lifting weight earlier, ans as regular readers know, skin color is a consistent fixation of the perps in their brown color games that they are obsessed over. He was part of my honor guard, at every entrance and exit I use now, especially this apartment building.
The strength training class had its swarming moments, and at least once, had themselves communally blocking egress, while pretending to be unaware of their aisle blocking asses. This fucking act also repeats itself in every visit to the grocery store. The perps let me run on the tread mill for 14 minutes today, and put on their show of gangstalkers and other detritus parading about outside (through the glass windows), retracing their steps, standing over their bicycles doing nothing etc. In the floor exercise workout room I got to see myself in the mirrors, and I could not believe all the white plasma flashes coming off me. I am like a plasma beacon. Perhaps as a result of that, there were no more standing up exercises, as the weight workout seemed truncated.
As I walked to the strength training and back on two major thoroughfares, I got the full-on vehicular gangstalking. My estimate was 500 to 800 vehicles in formation by vehicle type, size, color and make. The usual marker for the intensity of vehicular gangstalking is the one glance count of red colored vehicles. Today, it was five at a glance including parked vehicles, but there were at least a dozen clusters of three red color vehicles together, often crossing paths in the intersection. The current record for red vehicles in one glance is eight, and the current record for red vehicles in an intersection at once is five. There are a few other variants of this game, as white and silver grey vehicles are usually clustered together.
And there was also a high obesity count today; about every five minutes of walking there was a planted obese gangstalker sucking on a cigarette. The usual cover story is that they are taking a break from the proximate business as a cashier or like, but I have never had so many "obesers" in a half hour walk, and to have them at such regular intervals. Simply amazing.
Another demographic that was featured at the recreation center and the walk home was red haired gangstalkers. There was about 12 in total, finishing up with the cashier at the grocery store and then a woman in the apartment lobby as my final two red haired gangstalkers. I don't know why the perps are constantly fixated on creating exposure to this demographic by planting this hair color in my proximity, but as I have said before; it is not my problem, so why am I being fucked over about it?
A variant on the red hair color is the brunette hair with a reddish tinge to it from hair dying. I can pick out such a hair dye job a mile away, and again, I don't know the perps have planted this on me. The last significant exposure to this was my daughter who had her hair dyed brown with the resultant reddish (and loathsome) iridescence. My expectation was that meeting her for an hour or so two weeks ago was sufficient exposure to this, but apparently not by the perp's reckoning, as they are monitoring my realtime brain function at a deeper level than I am aware of.
And that is the part I don't get; all these long past events, features and colors are being replayed for me in their attempt to obtain some kind of neural energetic response at levels that I am unaware of and don't care to know. Now, they make me aware of their entire suite of fixations over what I like and don't like, when I really don't care, e.g. blog on demographics. It is plain fucking nuts to have a party that won't front for itself, remotely accessing and assaying my brain energetics over long past events/features/colors.
The church bells are ringing to improve the noise and vibration energies, which is a block away, as this appears to be their regular practice night. And concurrently in the hallway, there is some kind of maintenance act going on, which involves smashing glass together. And could it be that this serves the same purpose as the bottle bashing noise that went on in the putative rooming house that I lived in for the previous seven months (last residence location)? I suspect so, as there is a long trail of glass smashing activity over the last five years of harassment, and it always "happens" to me. Once, when I kicked a planter on a window sill, the glass in the window self-broke, as nothing contacted the glass. Another repair I was obliged to pay for that was not my doing.
This has been a very noisy evening, and it has only just started. Could it be that today's out and about activities offered the perps more opportunity to dig into deeper brain functioning, especially with the spinal twisting of yoga, and the too-eager gangstalkers to jump on the same exercise equipment I was working on at the rec center?
2110h
I am getting the knee torquing torture tonight; the twisting of my lower leg by remote means, and usually in conjunction with a noise, and very often, the picture of someone on a web page, often at the very first instant of display. That spells acute timing, to put a pain, noise and a display item altogether for a specific moment.
2135h
I am getting severe vision assaults; in both eyes simultaneously as I am scanning a list of musicians and groups to find album reviews of interest. This kind of activity gets the sickos cranked up bigtime, as they jump on me with noise, knee twisting or more vision assaults if I find a musician name I am familiar with. Perhaps this is the tail end of the fuckers attempting to master how I recall specific items. I don't know for sure if they can trash my recall, but they can certainly fuck with most of it.
05-23-2007
1035h
My later evening was messed with by continuing vision assaults which made online reading impossible. Once I shutdown the PC and picked up a book, why, the vision assaults just plain stopped.
I will call this a blog for the day, and start one later for more travails of the harassment sickos.
It was a well coordinated "yellow experience" this morning, or more like, yellow and brown. I had my "usual" (read mind-fucked) 100g of chocolate for breakfast following peanut butter and jam on gluten free bread, all with coffee. After my shower and another incident with red goo "arriving" on my towel, I shaved and did my dental routine. The final act of this daily event is to ingest the omega 3 supplements and my medications, one of which is in the form of yellow and white capsules. Following that, "I" decided to undertake laundry by first checking that the one washer and dryer on this floor was availible. And as I turned the corner to go by the elevators, out "pops" an East Indian man and his toddler age son, the latter wearing a bright yellow jacket. For me, this was another color combination event, the supply of two predominant colors similar to those I had just ingested, brown (East Indian skin color comparable to chocolate) and yellow (son's jacket similarity to Rx). There are at least 10 to 20 of these events in any given day, even if I am apartment bound, and this is just one more.
When the Rx for the yellow and white pills expired a few weeks ago and there was a mind-fucked lapse in getting the new Rx, the perps got serious about exposing me to a whole lot more yellow props, clothing and the like than they ever had before. Every day I take this medication I get noisestalked at that moment of ingesting them, so the above color combinations and coincidences are not unexpected.
1240h
Another round of "forgets" in making my lunch again, the same kind and method for over four years now. This is to interrupt my lunch, and have me attend to the broiler being left on, something that is "happening" 80% of the time, up from zero when I last had a full oven.
1920h
A exercise afternoon, yoga and then strength training. At present I have clunking and tapping from the apartment above, and that does sound like a familiar complaint about the last residence location, the putative rooming house. To legitimately pull off that noise in this building the floors would have to be tiled and not carpeted, and that isn't the case. This same bullshit scenario unfolded at my last concrete apartment building, where no end of overhead floor whackings, clunkings and other noise erupted. And funny how this keeps happening to me; the same overhead noises in at least five previous buildings since this harassment began in 2002.
And a mysterious source of late evening light came through the window and brightened up the apartment while eating dinner. As this is a East facing apartment, it is in the shade at this time of day, and there was no accounting for how this apartment was lit so brightly. Even more mysterious was the flickering of the light; as is how is this possible that a mysterious source of light to be manipulated even more? Again, I suspect the perp's fixation with me eating brown colored food is the attractant, and their noise and light games are being continued overhead as I type this. There is plenty of the regular street noise and even a siren cascade has erupted.
Earlier in the afternoon I had my yoga, which was populated by the usual cast of characters, one of whom was decidedly obese, and the perps made sure I saw that. One forced look, and I looked away from her for the rest of the session. There was the usual maser and plasma flitting about; overhead, behind the others, across the floor etc. In fact, my mat was seething with this vibratory energy. All of us had variants of blue mats, mine was navy blue, one of the perp's preferred colors after the white, black and silver grey lineup. And lo, if some brown crumbs didn't arrive ahead of me, nicely arranged on the mat. And I also noticed that the black garbage bag, (a frequent accouterment to the "plastic bag people" (gangstalkers)), used for carrying the yoga mats has now been replaced with a plastic coated fabric bag of the same material as my laundry toting duffel bag I used for the past seven months at my last residence location.
And the others closed in on me while I was taking my shoes and socks off, as well as my teal blue wind blocking vest. Midway in the session, someone's red coat was moved onto my vest, one of those "errant" color mixing moments again.
I went onto strength training, and lo, if the bus and locker fare (coins) I took with me didn't all disappear, and I was fucked out of getting a locker, and instead, I had to trust the perps to not steal my vest, and place it in the cubbies near the exit. But as it happened, the vest did not get stolen, and the planned stunt was that I had to put on the vest in the proximity of the gangstalking negro dude who "just happened" to be on his cell phone only 6' away. He was lifting weight earlier, ans as regular readers know, skin color is a consistent fixation of the perps in their brown color games that they are obsessed over. He was part of my honor guard, at every entrance and exit I use now, especially this apartment building.
The strength training class had its swarming moments, and at least once, had themselves communally blocking egress, while pretending to be unaware of their aisle blocking asses. This fucking act also repeats itself in every visit to the grocery store. The perps let me run on the tread mill for 14 minutes today, and put on their show of gangstalkers and other detritus parading about outside (through the glass windows), retracing their steps, standing over their bicycles doing nothing etc. In the floor exercise workout room I got to see myself in the mirrors, and I could not believe all the white plasma flashes coming off me. I am like a plasma beacon. Perhaps as a result of that, there were no more standing up exercises, as the weight workout seemed truncated.
As I walked to the strength training and back on two major thoroughfares, I got the full-on vehicular gangstalking. My estimate was 500 to 800 vehicles in formation by vehicle type, size, color and make. The usual marker for the intensity of vehicular gangstalking is the one glance count of red colored vehicles. Today, it was five at a glance including parked vehicles, but there were at least a dozen clusters of three red color vehicles together, often crossing paths in the intersection. The current record for red vehicles in one glance is eight, and the current record for red vehicles in an intersection at once is five. There are a few other variants of this game, as white and silver grey vehicles are usually clustered together.
And there was also a high obesity count today; about every five minutes of walking there was a planted obese gangstalker sucking on a cigarette. The usual cover story is that they are taking a break from the proximate business as a cashier or like, but I have never had so many "obesers" in a half hour walk, and to have them at such regular intervals. Simply amazing.
Another demographic that was featured at the recreation center and the walk home was red haired gangstalkers. There was about 12 in total, finishing up with the cashier at the grocery store and then a woman in the apartment lobby as my final two red haired gangstalkers. I don't know why the perps are constantly fixated on creating exposure to this demographic by planting this hair color in my proximity, but as I have said before; it is not my problem, so why am I being fucked over about it?
A variant on the red hair color is the brunette hair with a reddish tinge to it from hair dying. I can pick out such a hair dye job a mile away, and again, I don't know the perps have planted this on me. The last significant exposure to this was my daughter who had her hair dyed brown with the resultant reddish (and loathsome) iridescence. My expectation was that meeting her for an hour or so two weeks ago was sufficient exposure to this, but apparently not by the perp's reckoning, as they are monitoring my realtime brain function at a deeper level than I am aware of.
And that is the part I don't get; all these long past events, features and colors are being replayed for me in their attempt to obtain some kind of neural energetic response at levels that I am unaware of and don't care to know. Now, they make me aware of their entire suite of fixations over what I like and don't like, when I really don't care, e.g. blog on demographics. It is plain fucking nuts to have a party that won't front for itself, remotely accessing and assaying my brain energetics over long past events/features/colors.
The church bells are ringing to improve the noise and vibration energies, which is a block away, as this appears to be their regular practice night. And concurrently in the hallway, there is some kind of maintenance act going on, which involves smashing glass together. And could it be that this serves the same purpose as the bottle bashing noise that went on in the putative rooming house that I lived in for the previous seven months (last residence location)? I suspect so, as there is a long trail of glass smashing activity over the last five years of harassment, and it always "happens" to me. Once, when I kicked a planter on a window sill, the glass in the window self-broke, as nothing contacted the glass. Another repair I was obliged to pay for that was not my doing.
This has been a very noisy evening, and it has only just started. Could it be that today's out and about activities offered the perps more opportunity to dig into deeper brain functioning, especially with the spinal twisting of yoga, and the too-eager gangstalkers to jump on the same exercise equipment I was working on at the rec center?
2110h
I am getting the knee torquing torture tonight; the twisting of my lower leg by remote means, and usually in conjunction with a noise, and very often, the picture of someone on a web page, often at the very first instant of display. That spells acute timing, to put a pain, noise and a display item altogether for a specific moment.
2135h
I am getting severe vision assaults; in both eyes simultaneously as I am scanning a list of musicians and groups to find album reviews of interest. This kind of activity gets the sickos cranked up bigtime, as they jump on me with noise, knee twisting or more vision assaults if I find a musician name I am familiar with. Perhaps this is the tail end of the fuckers attempting to master how I recall specific items. I don't know for sure if they can trash my recall, but they can certainly fuck with most of it.
05-23-2007
1035h
My later evening was messed with by continuing vision assaults which made online reading impossible. Once I shutdown the PC and picked up a book, why, the vision assaults just plain stopped.
I will call this a blog for the day, and start one later for more travails of the harassment sickos.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Operative Herd on Room Shaking Duty
1110h
Since I got back from the grocery store, another mega-gangstalked event, the operatives have been filing out of this building frat house style, slamming the front door which serves as the "causal agent" to shake my room. One after the other, a mass migration, one at a time. The entire putative rooming house of 16 units has turned over at least once this morning. It does make me wonder what the next residence location is going to offer the assholes, as they have it all their way at present. That includes two vacuuming efforts in the hallway yesterday, which still left a trail of white colored debris, the toilet paper and plastic bag fragments litter trail, to lead from my door to the bathroom, only 3' away.
More race-based gangstaking at the grocery store earlier; the black dude gangstalker who cruised in awfully close to the checkout line in which I was last, then partially encircled me to hang around at the next checkout, closed, for a half minute and did no shopping. He was totally scripted to hang around there and do nothing in the way of genuine activity. Then he took off and came back a minute later, only to repeat this idiotic exercise again, 4' away. After a half minute, the Asian dude in navy blue arrived as a faux customer, hanging in the checkout lineup. He later went into sentry mode, where he stands still, this time back facing me, and stays still for about 20 seconds. Meanwhile, the long haired fucker in front of me had a bad case of itching hair, and kept up his scalp scratching act for as long as he was in the checkout line ahead of me, some two minutes. And the fact that he fit another demographic, the pony-tailed male, also "didn't occur to me". And that in itself is another example of a mind-fuck, where they are deleting my knowledge of their fuckery games while engaging in that specific activity. No Big Girl on duty at the grocery store today, as she has been there for nearly all weekday visits of the last two weeks. Maybe the perps decided that there was too much connection, and pulled her act. She must be someone I know who is in morph-over form.
As these "mental lapses" are occuring more often, and are situationally applied, I can only suspect that they are fucking with me all the more to cover their squalid tracks.
The usual plasma in the dark hallway when I got back; this is a daily given where they feign some kind of light to dark transition "eyesight problem" but supplying a plasmic fog of multi-colored spatter for me to walk through. It is about time some asshole explained this, as these vision assaults are constant now.
1610h
A visit to the doctor turned into a massive gangstalk in the waiting room. They brought in two huge 300 lb women to sit around, and the blonde woman who shows up at Tuesday yoga also "happened" to be there. Then after 5 minutes or so, she departed, not the usual waiting room behavior, but that is not uncommon amongst the freak show I have around me. As she crossed in front of me some 4' away, and on the opposite side of a low table, a red plasma flash went off for a second or less. Then 5 minutes she" showed up" again, sitting on the opposite side, and I never saw her re-enter the waiting area. She was on sentry duty at the doors to the clinician's only area, and to no surprise, was still there when I exited. She is a seen-before, and I don't know where, or else I am being fucked with in thinking that.
I got the doctor's "assistant" routine again while in his office; another Asian, this fellow being very fair skinned, abeit with black hair. So it would seem that the perps are going for an Asian skin tone color palette, and needed an "extra" to compare to the doctor.
It was most curious how that very red paper clip got on the floor of his office and remained there for the consult. Between the two of them, they couldn't of missed it. The doctor's new line is that he doesn't doubt that all these strange events are occuring, it is just that I need medication to help me deal with it. Har, har. That saves doing battle with him, as I am sure he had no choice as to refusing to play the game.
I takes 25 minutes to walk to the doctor's office, and for the second doctor visit in four weeks, the rain "happened" to be starting up just before I departed. I was allowed to wear a hat this time. And it almost goes without saying that the gangstalkers were out in force. The 2006 census reported near zero population growth for this area of Victoria called Oak Bay, and yet the traffic is horrific. The perps must of added at least 500 vehicles on in both directions. There were the usual clusters of reds, whites, greys and black vehicles, with selective addition of yellows, brown, greens and blues. The selective addition vehicles are usually accompanied by an escort of black, white and/or silver-grey vehicles.
It was a semi-eventful walk; I got the faux blind man and his rabelous cohort stunt, the latter on pointing and waving duty, who mysterious went ahead of his colleague as we were about to pass by. This momentarily left the blind man alone to observe, and he was following my movements toward him, and eventually past him, with his cane. His eyes looked normal as well and he had a big smile on his face. The whole stunt was likely to get me to vocalize that he didn't seem to blind to me. Then the rabelous one got into voicing something as I kept walking away.
This same stunt played out on the way home, almost at the same location with a woman with a stroller with various plastic rain protection on it who was getting into sidewalk territorial games, and who then forced me off the sidewalk. She then got into a long ramble about blaming me for being a sidewalk hog, telling me I needed to be a waiter and on and on as I kept walking. Two identical stunts of setting up some verbal interaction and having the operative keep babbling on after I have walked on. Fucking absurd.
I got a two sides brown ambulatory gangstalk enroute to the doctor's office. It so "happens" at this location there is a 8' long run of brown colored paint in the road gutter, next to the curb. And lo, if the brown coated gangstalker with a plastic hair bonnet didn't jaywalk across a four lane busy road that momentarily "happened" to be free of traffic, and end up on the sidewalk ahead of me and serving as a brown color source on my left side, and the brown paint on the road was on my right side. A brown color gauntlet in effect, and this play is more common of late, also "happening" for red and green as well. The local landscaping has a 30' run of a certain kind of hedge that has red leaves when they first flush in the spring. This hedge lines the sidewalk, and it is no stretch of imagination that the parked vehicles lining the street side of the sidewalk are most often a similar crimson red, set up for me to walk this red-lined gauntlet cum sidewalk. Someone had that planned out long ago.
This same activity of getting a color profile over the width of the road location I am at played out in grey three days ago, 03-19-2007, where there were two grey dressed gangstalkers walking in parallel on either side of the street, and another operative was pushing a grey plastic tote bin on wheels between them.
The ambulatory gangstalking followers are staying on me for longer I noticed today. They start them out by leading ahead and walking the same route that I am. Eventually I catch up and walk ahead. The line of sight interaction time is at least 10 minutes, and I had one of these in each direction. I also stopped at a store, a regular stop if I am in the neighborhood, and lo, if the person who strangely stood behind me at the traffic lights, also "happened" to be in the store, and somehow "I" forgot to check on this follower as she had already made her motives plain.
Earlier today, I got my native Indian ambulatory gangstalker male in exactly the same on-sidewalk location when coming and going to the grocery store. I haven't quite figured out why they need to plant the same person in the same place in opposite directions, but this is done more often.
And many cases of bright orange red clothes when I was returning from the doctor's office. There were at least three on the inbound leg, one being an absurd Bay blanket coat on this old duffer with a dark green walker, and two blue colored vehicles from opposite directions were waiting for us to clear this side road so they could cover our tracks.
1700h
Any uncontrolled thought or visualization begets me overhead pounding; the assholes had not made any warning noise, and out of the blue, the pounding starts up again. Earlier, while rinsing a dinner plate in the sink with the water running, the assholes put on a big clunk sound and a coincident zap. This confirms my suspicion of this bizarre fixation of noisestalking me doing the dishes.
2045h
I spent an hour cleaning up my movie bookmarks, some 18,000 of them (true), one of "my" pastimes when on the PC, in the hope I will be free enough one day to view them. That maybe two lifetimes worth even, though I am certain some paring down will be in order as some of the "cult film" sites are too indulgent in promoting mediocre movies for the sake of genre religion. It almost goes without saying that bookmarking, and the maintenance of them, is a perp noisetalked event, one very much to their liking. They seem to have no end of need for every variation of activity related to bookmarking and maintaining the file. The Firefox bookmark manager is much perferred over the MS Explorer equivalent.
Another suck job, vacuuming in the hallway, an unprecendented two days in succession, but I haven't looked to see if the trail of white color chads made of toilet paper and plastic were sucked up this time.
I got a ladder visitation for dinner tonight. In the adjacent parking lot outside my window, a large black pickup arrived with a 20' ladder with extensions. Just before taking the tortillas off the stove, he drove his pickup in front of the window between this and the building opposite, and of course the ladder passing by. He, and others, erected the ladder and put on some kind of roof maintenance show for about 20 minutes, while I had finished the dinner and the dishes and was back at this PC. They then drove out again, passing the ladder by within 3' of the building I am in. Regular readers will know that ladders on trades vans and pickups are ubiquitous in this city, and are in great profusion for any vehicular gangstalking activity.
2200h
I am getting some heavy irradiation of something off my LCD panel and it is causing vision problems. One last news item; in the past I have noted a number of suffocation deaths that occured in the past two years, in the form of disasters, e.g. mine explosions, ferry capsizings, the Helios aircraft crash where it ran out of oxygen, building collapses and a few more that don't come to mind. And I see another mining disaster in Russia, and I would not be surprised that the perp assholes were behind this. I repeat, there is something they want to know about earth-human energetics interaction that they need slowly dying bodies for, and all the better if this can be conducted at differing elevations and ground depths.
Anyhow, I am shooting my mouth off here, but there are too many coincidences with respect to these events, and the mode of death is the constant, asphyxiation. As these kinds of disasters had abated, I was hopeful we would not see any more in such quantity. But from my perch, it is situation normal, more disasters for the perp's quest.
Time to blogg off and call this done.
Since I got back from the grocery store, another mega-gangstalked event, the operatives have been filing out of this building frat house style, slamming the front door which serves as the "causal agent" to shake my room. One after the other, a mass migration, one at a time. The entire putative rooming house of 16 units has turned over at least once this morning. It does make me wonder what the next residence location is going to offer the assholes, as they have it all their way at present. That includes two vacuuming efforts in the hallway yesterday, which still left a trail of white colored debris, the toilet paper and plastic bag fragments litter trail, to lead from my door to the bathroom, only 3' away.
More race-based gangstaking at the grocery store earlier; the black dude gangstalker who cruised in awfully close to the checkout line in which I was last, then partially encircled me to hang around at the next checkout, closed, for a half minute and did no shopping. He was totally scripted to hang around there and do nothing in the way of genuine activity. Then he took off and came back a minute later, only to repeat this idiotic exercise again, 4' away. After a half minute, the Asian dude in navy blue arrived as a faux customer, hanging in the checkout lineup. He later went into sentry mode, where he stands still, this time back facing me, and stays still for about 20 seconds. Meanwhile, the long haired fucker in front of me had a bad case of itching hair, and kept up his scalp scratching act for as long as he was in the checkout line ahead of me, some two minutes. And the fact that he fit another demographic, the pony-tailed male, also "didn't occur to me". And that in itself is another example of a mind-fuck, where they are deleting my knowledge of their fuckery games while engaging in that specific activity. No Big Girl on duty at the grocery store today, as she has been there for nearly all weekday visits of the last two weeks. Maybe the perps decided that there was too much connection, and pulled her act. She must be someone I know who is in morph-over form.
As these "mental lapses" are occuring more often, and are situationally applied, I can only suspect that they are fucking with me all the more to cover their squalid tracks.
The usual plasma in the dark hallway when I got back; this is a daily given where they feign some kind of light to dark transition "eyesight problem" but supplying a plasmic fog of multi-colored spatter for me to walk through. It is about time some asshole explained this, as these vision assaults are constant now.
1610h
A visit to the doctor turned into a massive gangstalk in the waiting room. They brought in two huge 300 lb women to sit around, and the blonde woman who shows up at Tuesday yoga also "happened" to be there. Then after 5 minutes or so, she departed, not the usual waiting room behavior, but that is not uncommon amongst the freak show I have around me. As she crossed in front of me some 4' away, and on the opposite side of a low table, a red plasma flash went off for a second or less. Then 5 minutes she" showed up" again, sitting on the opposite side, and I never saw her re-enter the waiting area. She was on sentry duty at the doors to the clinician's only area, and to no surprise, was still there when I exited. She is a seen-before, and I don't know where, or else I am being fucked with in thinking that.
I got the doctor's "assistant" routine again while in his office; another Asian, this fellow being very fair skinned, abeit with black hair. So it would seem that the perps are going for an Asian skin tone color palette, and needed an "extra" to compare to the doctor.
It was most curious how that very red paper clip got on the floor of his office and remained there for the consult. Between the two of them, they couldn't of missed it. The doctor's new line is that he doesn't doubt that all these strange events are occuring, it is just that I need medication to help me deal with it. Har, har. That saves doing battle with him, as I am sure he had no choice as to refusing to play the game.
I takes 25 minutes to walk to the doctor's office, and for the second doctor visit in four weeks, the rain "happened" to be starting up just before I departed. I was allowed to wear a hat this time. And it almost goes without saying that the gangstalkers were out in force. The 2006 census reported near zero population growth for this area of Victoria called Oak Bay, and yet the traffic is horrific. The perps must of added at least 500 vehicles on in both directions. There were the usual clusters of reds, whites, greys and black vehicles, with selective addition of yellows, brown, greens and blues. The selective addition vehicles are usually accompanied by an escort of black, white and/or silver-grey vehicles.
It was a semi-eventful walk; I got the faux blind man and his rabelous cohort stunt, the latter on pointing and waving duty, who mysterious went ahead of his colleague as we were about to pass by. This momentarily left the blind man alone to observe, and he was following my movements toward him, and eventually past him, with his cane. His eyes looked normal as well and he had a big smile on his face. The whole stunt was likely to get me to vocalize that he didn't seem to blind to me. Then the rabelous one got into voicing something as I kept walking away.
This same stunt played out on the way home, almost at the same location with a woman with a stroller with various plastic rain protection on it who was getting into sidewalk territorial games, and who then forced me off the sidewalk. She then got into a long ramble about blaming me for being a sidewalk hog, telling me I needed to be a waiter and on and on as I kept walking. Two identical stunts of setting up some verbal interaction and having the operative keep babbling on after I have walked on. Fucking absurd.
I got a two sides brown ambulatory gangstalk enroute to the doctor's office. It so "happens" at this location there is a 8' long run of brown colored paint in the road gutter, next to the curb. And lo, if the brown coated gangstalker with a plastic hair bonnet didn't jaywalk across a four lane busy road that momentarily "happened" to be free of traffic, and end up on the sidewalk ahead of me and serving as a brown color source on my left side, and the brown paint on the road was on my right side. A brown color gauntlet in effect, and this play is more common of late, also "happening" for red and green as well. The local landscaping has a 30' run of a certain kind of hedge that has red leaves when they first flush in the spring. This hedge lines the sidewalk, and it is no stretch of imagination that the parked vehicles lining the street side of the sidewalk are most often a similar crimson red, set up for me to walk this red-lined gauntlet cum sidewalk. Someone had that planned out long ago.
This same activity of getting a color profile over the width of the road location I am at played out in grey three days ago, 03-19-2007, where there were two grey dressed gangstalkers walking in parallel on either side of the street, and another operative was pushing a grey plastic tote bin on wheels between them.
The ambulatory gangstalking followers are staying on me for longer I noticed today. They start them out by leading ahead and walking the same route that I am. Eventually I catch up and walk ahead. The line of sight interaction time is at least 10 minutes, and I had one of these in each direction. I also stopped at a store, a regular stop if I am in the neighborhood, and lo, if the person who strangely stood behind me at the traffic lights, also "happened" to be in the store, and somehow "I" forgot to check on this follower as she had already made her motives plain.
Earlier today, I got my native Indian ambulatory gangstalker male in exactly the same on-sidewalk location when coming and going to the grocery store. I haven't quite figured out why they need to plant the same person in the same place in opposite directions, but this is done more often.
And many cases of bright orange red clothes when I was returning from the doctor's office. There were at least three on the inbound leg, one being an absurd Bay blanket coat on this old duffer with a dark green walker, and two blue colored vehicles from opposite directions were waiting for us to clear this side road so they could cover our tracks.
1700h
Any uncontrolled thought or visualization begets me overhead pounding; the assholes had not made any warning noise, and out of the blue, the pounding starts up again. Earlier, while rinsing a dinner plate in the sink with the water running, the assholes put on a big clunk sound and a coincident zap. This confirms my suspicion of this bizarre fixation of noisestalking me doing the dishes.
2045h
I spent an hour cleaning up my movie bookmarks, some 18,000 of them (true), one of "my" pastimes when on the PC, in the hope I will be free enough one day to view them. That maybe two lifetimes worth even, though I am certain some paring down will be in order as some of the "cult film" sites are too indulgent in promoting mediocre movies for the sake of genre religion. It almost goes without saying that bookmarking, and the maintenance of them, is a perp noisetalked event, one very much to their liking. They seem to have no end of need for every variation of activity related to bookmarking and maintaining the file. The Firefox bookmark manager is much perferred over the MS Explorer equivalent.
Another suck job, vacuuming in the hallway, an unprecendented two days in succession, but I haven't looked to see if the trail of white color chads made of toilet paper and plastic were sucked up this time.
I got a ladder visitation for dinner tonight. In the adjacent parking lot outside my window, a large black pickup arrived with a 20' ladder with extensions. Just before taking the tortillas off the stove, he drove his pickup in front of the window between this and the building opposite, and of course the ladder passing by. He, and others, erected the ladder and put on some kind of roof maintenance show for about 20 minutes, while I had finished the dinner and the dishes and was back at this PC. They then drove out again, passing the ladder by within 3' of the building I am in. Regular readers will know that ladders on trades vans and pickups are ubiquitous in this city, and are in great profusion for any vehicular gangstalking activity.
2200h
I am getting some heavy irradiation of something off my LCD panel and it is causing vision problems. One last news item; in the past I have noted a number of suffocation deaths that occured in the past two years, in the form of disasters, e.g. mine explosions, ferry capsizings, the Helios aircraft crash where it ran out of oxygen, building collapses and a few more that don't come to mind. And I see another mining disaster in Russia, and I would not be surprised that the perp assholes were behind this. I repeat, there is something they want to know about earth-human energetics interaction that they need slowly dying bodies for, and all the better if this can be conducted at differing elevations and ground depths.
Anyhow, I am shooting my mouth off here, but there are too many coincidences with respect to these events, and the mode of death is the constant, asphyxiation. As these kinds of disasters had abated, I was hopeful we would not see any more in such quantity. But from my perch, it is situation normal, more disasters for the perp's quest.
Time to blogg off and call this done.
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