08-05-2014
Tuesday, but like a Monday in that it was the first day back from the long weekend, being "BC Day" in BC (Canadian province of British Columbia).
Still doing vine tucking all day, replete with the noisescape of vehicle performance mufflers, ill-maintained mufflers, HD motorcycles, and assorted aircraft that seem to harmonize/repeat the same vehicular noises. I have been doing vine tucking for the past four weeks at least, and am in a section where the rows are getting shorter due to property line considerations. It would take me two hours to tuck a long row, an hour per side. But now that I am in shorter rows, as in half as long, it should take half the time, right? No..sirr not in TI World; I have no idea why the job took so long today, but it did. I was getting four long rows done per day, and today I got three short rows tucked. The conditions aren't materially different, and the number of vines hanging down from the top wire is about the same. The first half row took 1.5 hours and it should of taken 30 minutes. I don't think my watch got sabotaged, and the perps can now (as of 2005) mess with my head (or anyone else's) and I would not know I was missing time. T
Before all this abuse rained down in 04-4002 the perps would try a number of stunts in road traffic but I always knew that somehow a vehicle was much closer than I expected, and therefore some missing time elapsed. This was under the guise of a medication introduction mostly, but it would freak me out that somehow I couldn't track vehicles around me and got much closer than I expected.
Another way to sabotage the mind for not noticing missing time is to change the notion of what is normal, something they began to mess with in about 2006. Or, perhaps they mess with the cerebellum directly, the brain's timekeeper region. Anyhow, they can mess with nearly everything in one's mind from remote locations and guide them to do whatever they wish, usually pissing off and frustrating this TI.
05-08-2014
A nap attack for 2 hours in the evening cost me going to yoga tonight -I was all dressed to go, and couldn't stay awake while sitting down, Once I laid down there was no way I could predict my wake up time.
Same strangeness in vine tucking today (Wednesday) I tucked one side in 30 min. this morning. Still piss poor productivity, but no other co-workers to compare too thankfully.
08-08-2014
My PC crashed last night. Something to do with the Tripplite power bar and it went down twice and took out the PC. The repair guy said the BIOS device selection got changed, "power surges do odd things", like resetting the boot device order. Uh huh.
At the vineyard, I am now doing leaf removal, aka de-leafing on the N side of the rows. The sunlight and warmth (~30C) is too intense for the developing grapes, so sometime in September we de-leaf on the S side.
Took the PC into get looked at; amidst an intense vehicular gangstalking show, but as it it the eve of Peach Festival week, there is a reasonable cover story. As is "happened" the PC booted up normally and recovered OK. I phone this repair guy at noon to see if he was available, and he planted the FUD that the SSD drive, my main C drive, might have been "blown". Just what I needed to contemplate all afternoon, how to recover from such a mess. I do have a Synology back up computer, but as it is dependent on me turning it on, it would not of been a current back up source. Thankfully it didn't come to that, though I am sure the perps will pull such an event in the future. Like, why did they let me purchase a back up PC after 10 years of obsessing over not being backed up except by manual copies between hard drives? Not much of a back up if the place gets burned down, or the PC craps out with a power surge. Needless to say, I don't yet have an off-site back up arrangement.
08-09-2014
Saturday; laundry in the am with all manner of orchestrated hi-jinx. For starters, they pinched the road traffic at Power and Wade with a traffic accident;-two white sedans, collided with real damage to one, unlike the perp crazy days of 200-3-4 when they would arrange "accidents" replete with LEOs, tow trucks etc. except that no vehicles were damaged! Yup, posed road accidents, and I even had a passenger in the vehicle one time who confirmed it Though this accident had occurred only a few minutes before I passed through this intersection as no LEO's and tow trucks. As it "happened", when I got skunked on getting to the downtown bank (see below), I came through this same intersection again, this time with LEO's (Law Enforcement Officers) blocking two lanes of the remaining through traffic.
When I couldn't get to downtown bank/ATM because of the Peach Parade I drove across town to the second branch and transacted at the ATM. A male gangstalker arrived to loiter behind me in the below the knee baggy shorts; even the elder duffers/stalkers are dressed in this wretched shorts style. (FYI; I do wear shorts, spandex to the mid-thigh; which have a "habit" of the leg portion rolling up and making them look like straight across at the crotch swim trunk style).
The usual parking lot games while at the ATM; a two vehicle cluster of the apparent parties having a confab while standing outside their vehicles, male and female, the latter component with a blonde girl, the ultimate bait to get my attention every time.
Laundry; the proprietor couple at the lesser-freak show laundromat, were on duty per usual. The chatty male was wearing a scout cap, a little puffier ball cap and duplicating a common US military style (non-combat) cap. Considering the huge "popularity" of ball caps, and the selective introduction of scout caps on females (blondes especially), it would seem that this too is an attempt to elicit my subconscious/psychic response (aka abreaction) to likely military exposures/abuses in my memory deleted years, 1956-60. (Again, check out the Indian Lake Project site, as I strongly suspect I was one of those children at the time, though not in the online published photos).
And lo, if there wasn't hot water available at the laundromat, as it seems they are in a progressive update of their facilities. Someone else was at the two regular washing machines I use, running them at the same time. So... I use two washing machines side by side, both with black plastic vanes in the center. The regular pair has one with a white vane, and the other black. And as laundry is such an intense perp project, even stealing it sometimes, the washing machine color, orientation, tub orientation etc.and vane color and composition are of significant interest. For my second trip there, they put on a 300lb Fat Man at the public online terminal they have inside. Said behemoth/freak didn't show for my later trips.
I got hit with a 2.75 hour nap attack in the afternoon;
talk about putting a hole in one's day. (No prior sleep deficit, per
usual). Then at least a one hour recovery with the aid of tea and
chocolate. I had plans to render the 20lb of tomatoes in my fridge,
picked from the vineyard I work at, the owners being strangely insistent
on creating a vegetable garden each year, but not picking the produce.
Ditto for the seven fully bearing fruit trees. Go figure.
Food experiments continue; I bought and used turmeric, (ground curcumin) today; said to be an excellent brain food, confirmed while reading Grain Brain, my current read. The book is a tour-de-force for expelling carbohydrates from one's diet and getting back to the Paleolithic diet of fats, protein and minor carbohydrates. If the assholes could get me off their milk chocolate fixation (read brown colored food), as in 60g of sugar per 100g bar, 3x/day,, not only could I save a bundle but get the carbohydrate intake down to the recommended 30-60g/day.
Another food item the perps have me eating for the first time since their all-night harassment games of 2002 is jerky. This time it is beef jerky and I haven't been interested in it at all until recently. In 2002 it was tuna jerky available in the Seattle region, and it was my comfort food for those all night driving sessions with gangstalking vehicle fore and aft on the freeways. So I suppose it is the plastic packaging energetic effects they might be interested in. Given how often thin aluminum is used in packaging, those stiff but flexible packages with a plastic coating on them, a (likely) supporting aluminum stalking campaign is in full swing, as mentioned in last week's blog posting.
Music listening continues to develop down whatever path the assholes have plotted for me. Now, non-english female vocals are now "happening", Misa (fado) and Haris Alexiou (Greek); two such downloads this weekend, and both superlative female vocalists to say the least. The former playing as I write this blog up. The PC based non-lossy files served to the Oppo and its internal DAC heard via Grado headphones is coming in with great fidelity, finally getting into the zone of hi-fi.
But the perps won't let me purchase speakers, not even cheap ones for these past eight years. Over this past Christmas they had me salivating over a pair of ELAC speakers (unauditioned no less), while also doing extensive web research on the best DAC to purchase. Finally, after some three weeks, I was allowed the clarity of getting a disc player, headphone amp and DAC rolled into one, in the form of the Oppo BD105. Though it did cost more than a USB only DAC, it gave me a whole lot of future proofed features (e.g. internet sources). Meanwhile, my amplifier (to supply sufficient current for speakers) sits unused, perhaps also a "problem" for the covert perp games when it comes to listening to music be it live, digital, or analog over what device, through what kind and color of cables, and so on down the audio chain. As mentioned many times, the color, substance and kind of everything I am in contact with is of intense perp research interest.
08-10-2014
Sunday, and a special yoga class with a Baptiste yoga instructor. Blonde, and about my height (5'11"), and plenty chatty. She was even pleasant and engaging, and didn't have the dour scared shitless look I get from so many people I interact with. And she was into heavy alignments, pressing on me and other students with great vigor. And lo, if she didn't have a tattoo near her waist line, that was revealed later and just one of those "happenchances" of her garment being loose just as I was nearby. So one could surmise that the perps are up to their yoga perturbation games again; no yoga on the usual Monday because of a province wide holiday, no yoga on Wednesday as an alternate because of above mentioned nap attack, and Friday would be with the grim and fat male instructor I don't care for. Then, with this special class, I get a class almost two weeks later. And what is the point of all that? Beats me, but the perps are silly about whatever all the spine bending and twisting that yoga has to offer, but then retract it for a time, sometime months when I have a work load that doesn't permit regular attendance.
And what is with the red pickup truck games this afternoon? the landlord had a mid-red Chevrolet pickup since 06-2013, and it appears to be replaced by new identical red hued Ford pickup. And of course he drives it past me in the lane when I am about to get into my vehicle. Nothing too exceptional in the gangstalking realm. Today, an older. but identical, red pickup that was behind the landlord's pickup started up and coursed by me while I was in the lane, about to access my vehicle (metallic mid-gray). I do my shopping and come back some 20 minutes later, and this same older red pickup is parked a block away under a tree with two other same red vehicles nearby (80'), both in the open sunlight. What earthly purpose does this same red pickup truck shuffling serve? As always, I would be the last to know.
Time to post this now, and start another week of getting stalked, fucked with and infuriated.
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Sunday, August 10, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Color Me Red
03-18-2014
Yoga yesterday, and the prominent shuffling of other classmates/yoga stalkers was the two other gents in the opposite corner, behind the pillar, and the girl with tatoo-ed calves (lower legs), on my L, when she had been a three time serial regular on my L. The Fat Girl from last week was gone, a one time only appearance thankfully. The perps flushed my face to be red colored, as they have done for the prior week for outside work days no matter the sunlight level. And it might have been to "coordinate" with the pixie instructor who wore a red top today. Quite the yoga clothes horse she is, though nothing ostentatious.
And upon exit, always a perp show, they had a red shirted jocular male standing in front of the coat rack (where I needed to get to). As with many exits from my yoga class, this seems to be a highly coordinated presentation moment. Two weeks ago it was a long hair male that paraded past me, though short and of slight build, more like a woman, but a man. Last week it was three same turquoise shirted females on coat rack obstruction. And I am sure no coincidence, the instructor had been wearing a turquoise colored top the immediate prior session.
Today, same deal; red flushed face for the latter hour of the day and then the drive back to my residence. I will have to apply sunscreen (in March!) to counter this ridiculous situation.
My usual post-yoga grocery shopping trip got stalked by a yoga classmate for the first time; the tall blonde woman "needed" to stop there too as it "happened". And all the in-store gangstalkers (about four, though not the yoga classmate) lined up behind me at the checkout, which was most odd, as they usually string themselves ahead and behind me. And what is it about financial transactions that the perps need to gangstalk me for; from checkouts to farmers markets to coin machines, they are on top of me ever time. No wonder there is all these customer points systems going on; often the same merchandise but not in currency, but points as an alternate.
Speaking of financial transaction fuckery, the perps totally scrambled me over making an electronic payment to a food wholesale outfit that I have done business with before. I was to transfer the funds, but somehow "forgot", and "thought" I had done it until I got a phone call yesterday (Monday). But "somehow", they let me pick up the order Friday, and they confirmed that it was paid for, and let me take it away, to significant rounds of vehicular gangstalking. (Food was in a brown cardboard box with one corner crumpled- the perps love creating assymetry). In other words, it was an organized "mistake" on the part of the wholesale food outfit to follow the perps' scrambling me into not paying when I thought I had. All to disassociate the act of payment from ownership. Hilarious, if not, deranged perp behavior.
More online screwing; I wanted casters which were $20, and the notion of putting together an overhead kitchen rail got planted on me, and the connection parts were $100. When I see these parts, they are so fugly that no way do I want them in my kitchen, so $100 pissed away. The perps just love setting up these parcel deliveries for useless crap, though only determined when it is opened.
03-19-2014
At the vineyard, a tree chipper arrived, the one that had been parked in the neighboring property for the last week. I was dispatched to collect all stems and wood chunks in the vineyard, as well as removing the pressure treated wood that the owner foolishly put in this pile when it was concieved as a burn pile. The perps put me on a total loathing of pressure treated wood, and too, have the owner blunder in and propose it for winemaking tool use. No way, and I succeeded in getting all pressure treated wood out of the winery pad (double wide driveway), and lo, if the owner doesn't needlessly bring a 4' pressure treated 4x4 in for this tractor press.
And have I not mentioned that the perps like to hound me with tree chipping trucks and set these jobs up in my proximity? Maybe not since last year, but here they parked it next door (500' away) and had it sitting idle for all that time, and then brought it around as a neighborly pretense.
After hauling vine branches and other fruit tree prunings to the chipper, and ferrying out their beer case payment, I was back to tying down vines on the wire with the chipper noise going. Some of my earlier (a week ago) larger pruning cuts bled some sap which congealed on the cut. I picked some off and put it in my mouth, and lo, just at that moment a gust of wind came on and blew up my spine, under my jacket and shirt both. And have I not mentioned how fixated the perps are about tree and plant sap, its presentation (e.g. automobile tires) and any ingestion (e.g. maple syrup)? More than once to be sure, which I am sure lies at the heart of the perp's Fuckover objectives, as earth energies research,- the reason why we eat I suspect.
Then the perps scrambled me at the vineyard, as to which of the horizontal wires was the laydown wire; I asked the owner and he gave me mixed messages and was unclear. Funny how these spurious brain farts come on and there is an abettor to the skit to keep the Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt (FUD) going.
And I see that my playlist creation software was sabotaged, and some don't show when they are there. I am totally baffled as to why JRiver imports my playlists blank, when in fact they are full of the file links, per Playlist Creator. I even tried to Send To a playlist to itself, but that didn't do anything.
Back on the topic of senseless financial expenditures, I see that my NAS box is near totally useless, save file replication back ups. Its proprietary audio player is totally lame and doesn't support the FLAC files that I use (2200 files). It was advertised as such, but the latest upgrade dropped that feature. Or more like, the web pages got spoofed and I was deceived. After splashing out some $600, all I needed was an Windows upgrade from Home Premium ($130) and the J River Media Center software, $50.
03-20-2014
Winemaking duties were up front today; warming me up for the reign of terror the next day, read on.
03-21-2014
At least a 11 hours of sustained abusiveness to keep me at the high rage level for the day, after 1300h when I began winemaking duties in earnest and the owners arranged to be away. The perps dipshitted me to make me extra stupid and unlearning, as well as finger-fumbled me much of the day to keep the rage-ification level at fever pitch, aka loud. And when doing red wines and being forced inside due to a forced "forget" and coming out again, these red (wine colored) plasma beams and splotches would follow me inside, then hang around in my visual field, and then follow me out again.
And the assholes didn't stop there; my phone's back button won't often work for no apparent reason, the most important one IMHO. Then the car stereo player deck goes on the fritz and won't go to the CD source when it has a CD in it. If I try to avoid the sappy radio content they freeze the selection of sources and/or have it switch radio selections from FM and AM when it should be cycling from radio, to aux to CD player. So I turn the thing off altogether.
And a double perp berserkness at the dusk onset and while just finished a tanning session at the salon. Heavy stalking at every turn, literally, in LD, harkening back to the Perp-berserk days of 2002, and the onset of this invasion. The tanning bed started all by itself, not even a faux blundering and managed inadvertent contact with the on switch. And no chance to apply my usual slather of tanning accelerant to particular regions that don't get much natural sunshine. Maybe they are testing the effects of vitamin D from tanning and its role in combating this cold that began today.
The winery owner finally consents to getting an adapter part made up so that his tanks can be connected at the bottom for blending, only 1.5 years later after he initiated a remedy the problem. I also tried to hit him up for getting filters that he needs. He won't split for new filters and won't provide a course of action should the old ones cause too much pressure differential and remove aroma and flavors from the wine. How absurd is that when he is going to take it to a winery in two weeks to get it bottled and it must be sterile filtered in advance? In order to be more absurd, he turned down a $0.18/liter charge to have it filtered by the bottling winery. Enough of these "sabotage-tards", self sabotaging backward behavior acts that seem to find me with inordinate ease.
03-22-2014
Saturday, but plenty of stunts to keep up the rage level this morning; e.g. pulling items from my grasp, sending me down the wrong street, inordinate frequency of needing to piss, and swarming me with plenty extra vehicular traffic.
The cold virus they gave me seems to be in a holding pattern with plenty of help from the nutraceuticals; ColdFX, echinacia, vitamin C etc. Immune system responses seem also to be a big part of their research agenda, which might include AIDS they laid on so many victims.
A haircut, and a leg wax, both done at the same cosmetology school. They laid on total mayhem at first, as there "happened" to be a girls (7 y.o. or so) birthday party on, and lo, if they didn't all stand in front of the curtain that separated me from them when on the waxing bed. Then a under one y.o. child was next door for some perverse reason, getting upset about something. Then a motorized wheelchair was buzzing around outside the curtain. Then when exiting the waxing session, most of the mayhem sources were gone, save this one E. Indian woman with two young children, under 5 y.o. and on the cell phone for some reason. She was near me in the waiting area, and her husband came about two minutes later. Like WTF; not even a pretense of a cover reason nowadays, just a plain multiracial parade for no seeming reason. The hair cutting girl seemed totally scared shitless the whole time she was cutting my hair, though nothing new in that. She left gobs of cut hair that came off in the sink at my residence, all to follow the copious amounts of prior plucked hairs that is still a heavy perp enforced "habit".
And when I got back, the parked silver-grey Merc AMG gone, after being parked in the opposite driveway, and blocking a rear lane driveway gate for 4 weeks, not being moved at all. It was likely new, or near new, as I don't keep up on Mercedes' line up of vehicles. On my way out, a Merc owning couple was "happening" to be talking to the seeming residence owner, as if they were dropping by. Presumably they were taking delivery of this new Merc AMG (extra featured model variant) and drove down to retrieve it at the perps' command. All part of the ridiculous gangstalking parade that was arranged for my 5 minute drive to the cosmetology school. Whatever me-to-Merc energy interactions the perps were looking for were presumably accomplished/detected, as I will never make it into Merc dealership, and have never owned or driven one. When the perps want to get vehicle-to-me energy interactions figured out, they put on the Fords and the Volvos, the latter once owned by Ford for 10 years or so until they sold them to Geely of China. Presumably Ford plundered all the technical material they could get their hands on before their fire sale, another case of bad timing.
03-22-2014
Sunday, and still holding my own against the cold virus with a heavy neutraceuticals dose. I went on a new trail for a hike, trail being a little generous for the condition of the it, if it was there at all. I lost the trail on the way down, but as it was a relatively even slope and I could see this lake in the distance where I had parked, I was reasonably sure of my bush whacking skills to navigate back. Which I did in reasonably good time, but it wouldn't be the first time I got screwed from a trail guide, also a perp arranged theme. As this was a relatively poorly marked trail it didn't attract any trail hiking gangstalkers either. Though, dealing with the expected hassle of getting back took prominence as the thought theme until I got back to my vehicle. I should of had a compass with me, and maybe GPS would be prudent too, though the perps could fuck with either in real-time. Enough of the litany of enforced inanity, and to get this posted.
Yoga yesterday, and the prominent shuffling of other classmates/yoga stalkers was the two other gents in the opposite corner, behind the pillar, and the girl with tatoo-ed calves (lower legs), on my L, when she had been a three time serial regular on my L. The Fat Girl from last week was gone, a one time only appearance thankfully. The perps flushed my face to be red colored, as they have done for the prior week for outside work days no matter the sunlight level. And it might have been to "coordinate" with the pixie instructor who wore a red top today. Quite the yoga clothes horse she is, though nothing ostentatious.
And upon exit, always a perp show, they had a red shirted jocular male standing in front of the coat rack (where I needed to get to). As with many exits from my yoga class, this seems to be a highly coordinated presentation moment. Two weeks ago it was a long hair male that paraded past me, though short and of slight build, more like a woman, but a man. Last week it was three same turquoise shirted females on coat rack obstruction. And I am sure no coincidence, the instructor had been wearing a turquoise colored top the immediate prior session.
Today, same deal; red flushed face for the latter hour of the day and then the drive back to my residence. I will have to apply sunscreen (in March!) to counter this ridiculous situation.
My usual post-yoga grocery shopping trip got stalked by a yoga classmate for the first time; the tall blonde woman "needed" to stop there too as it "happened". And all the in-store gangstalkers (about four, though not the yoga classmate) lined up behind me at the checkout, which was most odd, as they usually string themselves ahead and behind me. And what is it about financial transactions that the perps need to gangstalk me for; from checkouts to farmers markets to coin machines, they are on top of me ever time. No wonder there is all these customer points systems going on; often the same merchandise but not in currency, but points as an alternate.
Speaking of financial transaction fuckery, the perps totally scrambled me over making an electronic payment to a food wholesale outfit that I have done business with before. I was to transfer the funds, but somehow "forgot", and "thought" I had done it until I got a phone call yesterday (Monday). But "somehow", they let me pick up the order Friday, and they confirmed that it was paid for, and let me take it away, to significant rounds of vehicular gangstalking. (Food was in a brown cardboard box with one corner crumpled- the perps love creating assymetry). In other words, it was an organized "mistake" on the part of the wholesale food outfit to follow the perps' scrambling me into not paying when I thought I had. All to disassociate the act of payment from ownership. Hilarious, if not, deranged perp behavior.
More online screwing; I wanted casters which were $20, and the notion of putting together an overhead kitchen rail got planted on me, and the connection parts were $100. When I see these parts, they are so fugly that no way do I want them in my kitchen, so $100 pissed away. The perps just love setting up these parcel deliveries for useless crap, though only determined when it is opened.
03-19-2014
At the vineyard, a tree chipper arrived, the one that had been parked in the neighboring property for the last week. I was dispatched to collect all stems and wood chunks in the vineyard, as well as removing the pressure treated wood that the owner foolishly put in this pile when it was concieved as a burn pile. The perps put me on a total loathing of pressure treated wood, and too, have the owner blunder in and propose it for winemaking tool use. No way, and I succeeded in getting all pressure treated wood out of the winery pad (double wide driveway), and lo, if the owner doesn't needlessly bring a 4' pressure treated 4x4 in for this tractor press.
And have I not mentioned that the perps like to hound me with tree chipping trucks and set these jobs up in my proximity? Maybe not since last year, but here they parked it next door (500' away) and had it sitting idle for all that time, and then brought it around as a neighborly pretense.
After hauling vine branches and other fruit tree prunings to the chipper, and ferrying out their beer case payment, I was back to tying down vines on the wire with the chipper noise going. Some of my earlier (a week ago) larger pruning cuts bled some sap which congealed on the cut. I picked some off and put it in my mouth, and lo, just at that moment a gust of wind came on and blew up my spine, under my jacket and shirt both. And have I not mentioned how fixated the perps are about tree and plant sap, its presentation (e.g. automobile tires) and any ingestion (e.g. maple syrup)? More than once to be sure, which I am sure lies at the heart of the perp's Fuckover objectives, as earth energies research,- the reason why we eat I suspect.
Then the perps scrambled me at the vineyard, as to which of the horizontal wires was the laydown wire; I asked the owner and he gave me mixed messages and was unclear. Funny how these spurious brain farts come on and there is an abettor to the skit to keep the Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt (FUD) going.
And I see that my playlist creation software was sabotaged, and some don't show when they are there. I am totally baffled as to why JRiver imports my playlists blank, when in fact they are full of the file links, per Playlist Creator. I even tried to Send To a playlist to itself, but that didn't do anything.
Back on the topic of senseless financial expenditures, I see that my NAS box is near totally useless, save file replication back ups. Its proprietary audio player is totally lame and doesn't support the FLAC files that I use (2200 files). It was advertised as such, but the latest upgrade dropped that feature. Or more like, the web pages got spoofed and I was deceived. After splashing out some $600, all I needed was an Windows upgrade from Home Premium ($130) and the J River Media Center software, $50.
03-20-2014
Winemaking duties were up front today; warming me up for the reign of terror the next day, read on.
03-21-2014
At least a 11 hours of sustained abusiveness to keep me at the high rage level for the day, after 1300h when I began winemaking duties in earnest and the owners arranged to be away. The perps dipshitted me to make me extra stupid and unlearning, as well as finger-fumbled me much of the day to keep the rage-ification level at fever pitch, aka loud. And when doing red wines and being forced inside due to a forced "forget" and coming out again, these red (wine colored) plasma beams and splotches would follow me inside, then hang around in my visual field, and then follow me out again.
And the assholes didn't stop there; my phone's back button won't often work for no apparent reason, the most important one IMHO. Then the car stereo player deck goes on the fritz and won't go to the CD source when it has a CD in it. If I try to avoid the sappy radio content they freeze the selection of sources and/or have it switch radio selections from FM and AM when it should be cycling from radio, to aux to CD player. So I turn the thing off altogether.
And a double perp berserkness at the dusk onset and while just finished a tanning session at the salon. Heavy stalking at every turn, literally, in LD, harkening back to the Perp-berserk days of 2002, and the onset of this invasion. The tanning bed started all by itself, not even a faux blundering and managed inadvertent contact with the on switch. And no chance to apply my usual slather of tanning accelerant to particular regions that don't get much natural sunshine. Maybe they are testing the effects of vitamin D from tanning and its role in combating this cold that began today.
The winery owner finally consents to getting an adapter part made up so that his tanks can be connected at the bottom for blending, only 1.5 years later after he initiated a remedy the problem. I also tried to hit him up for getting filters that he needs. He won't split for new filters and won't provide a course of action should the old ones cause too much pressure differential and remove aroma and flavors from the wine. How absurd is that when he is going to take it to a winery in two weeks to get it bottled and it must be sterile filtered in advance? In order to be more absurd, he turned down a $0.18/liter charge to have it filtered by the bottling winery. Enough of these "sabotage-tards", self sabotaging backward behavior acts that seem to find me with inordinate ease.
03-22-2014
Saturday, but plenty of stunts to keep up the rage level this morning; e.g. pulling items from my grasp, sending me down the wrong street, inordinate frequency of needing to piss, and swarming me with plenty extra vehicular traffic.
The cold virus they gave me seems to be in a holding pattern with plenty of help from the nutraceuticals; ColdFX, echinacia, vitamin C etc. Immune system responses seem also to be a big part of their research agenda, which might include AIDS they laid on so many victims.
A haircut, and a leg wax, both done at the same cosmetology school. They laid on total mayhem at first, as there "happened" to be a girls (7 y.o. or so) birthday party on, and lo, if they didn't all stand in front of the curtain that separated me from them when on the waxing bed. Then a under one y.o. child was next door for some perverse reason, getting upset about something. Then a motorized wheelchair was buzzing around outside the curtain. Then when exiting the waxing session, most of the mayhem sources were gone, save this one E. Indian woman with two young children, under 5 y.o. and on the cell phone for some reason. She was near me in the waiting area, and her husband came about two minutes later. Like WTF; not even a pretense of a cover reason nowadays, just a plain multiracial parade for no seeming reason. The hair cutting girl seemed totally scared shitless the whole time she was cutting my hair, though nothing new in that. She left gobs of cut hair that came off in the sink at my residence, all to follow the copious amounts of prior plucked hairs that is still a heavy perp enforced "habit".
And when I got back, the parked silver-grey Merc AMG gone, after being parked in the opposite driveway, and blocking a rear lane driveway gate for 4 weeks, not being moved at all. It was likely new, or near new, as I don't keep up on Mercedes' line up of vehicles. On my way out, a Merc owning couple was "happening" to be talking to the seeming residence owner, as if they were dropping by. Presumably they were taking delivery of this new Merc AMG (extra featured model variant) and drove down to retrieve it at the perps' command. All part of the ridiculous gangstalking parade that was arranged for my 5 minute drive to the cosmetology school. Whatever me-to-Merc energy interactions the perps were looking for were presumably accomplished/detected, as I will never make it into Merc dealership, and have never owned or driven one. When the perps want to get vehicle-to-me energy interactions figured out, they put on the Fords and the Volvos, the latter once owned by Ford for 10 years or so until they sold them to Geely of China. Presumably Ford plundered all the technical material they could get their hands on before their fire sale, another case of bad timing.
03-22-2014
Sunday, and still holding my own against the cold virus with a heavy neutraceuticals dose. I went on a new trail for a hike, trail being a little generous for the condition of the it, if it was there at all. I lost the trail on the way down, but as it was a relatively even slope and I could see this lake in the distance where I had parked, I was reasonably sure of my bush whacking skills to navigate back. Which I did in reasonably good time, but it wouldn't be the first time I got screwed from a trail guide, also a perp arranged theme. As this was a relatively poorly marked trail it didn't attract any trail hiking gangstalkers either. Though, dealing with the expected hassle of getting back took prominence as the thought theme until I got back to my vehicle. I should of had a compass with me, and maybe GPS would be prudent too, though the perps could fuck with either in real-time. Enough of the litany of enforced inanity, and to get this posted.
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