1005h
A lengthy quoted section from another TI, off a TI forum, just to indicate that this bullshit isn't crazy talk, but happens to others. A cogent, organized and comprehensible summary; how can this possibly be anything else than directed, targeted and organized? Even the debunkers have given up on me, not that I am asking for another round of their nonsense. Try global warming denial instead.
I have been a victim now for several years including vandalism, break ins, knocking on the door at all hours , calls, trespassing all over - and i had a period where for almost 3 years all the batteries in the house would leak and my car battery kept dying - Triple AAA nor Subaru could not explain the car issue - all the wiring was checked - everything was fine but the battery would die.
The batteries in the house were all types from A to AAA to six volts and in flashlights , remotes, cameras etc etc
my mom and I both become ill with circulation problems - she died of mistakes in the hospital while we were getting death threats and hate calls and the battery leaking was going on - and the first of seven pets become ill and died.
I had computer hacking as well
They would vandalize my yard and then use the County's Anonymous Hotline to report the vandalism - trash dumped or broken yard statues and bird baths etc as if I was a problem or slob - they ransacked my greenhouse and garage and patio - cops would do nothing and I would get cited and told to clean
it up - the cops had to know it was not me - i would call to report the vandalism or break ins and calls and they would do nothing even when i got proof of some of the culprits ID's and license plates and phone numbers.
i hired an attorney - 3 in fact - who all told me to just move = they said the County told them that too - one of the harassers was a woman i had never met - never spoke to her til she called the day of my mom's funeral burial to tell me laughing that they were glad my mom was dead and that i should
drop dead too or move - she works at a very politically connected law firm tied to the County politicians and police - she was apparently the mistress of several of the married partners - she even made hate calls from the law office but the cop's would do nothing.
When I asked her why - she just said again - that i didn't fit in and should drop dead like my mom or move or they would make me.
i have had my credit hurt by constant credit checks and they have called my storage facility and told the man there that there were drugs inside so often he told me to leave even tho nothing was ever found inside.
where can you get help ? I have proof but no lawyer to help and the police are useless.
this has bankrupted me with legal fees, and repairs - seven pets died of cancer in 3 years - i went to the Vet School and they said the odds of that were a million to one .... i have been made emotionally and physically and mentally exhausted by all this and i have no medical insurance and no family and frankly friends just say move too but that takes money too .
i tried to move last year and they blocked that too - i need one honest attorney to help me so i can try to leave again - they have won i am too afraid to live there alone anymore.
And so it goes; relentless harassment on all fronts, and no one does squat, and we all know the police are useless abettors, if the above wasn't known before.
1530h
What is with the serial motorcycle noise today, even getting through the earmuffs and when I take them off to plug my ears, the noise is at the same volume as when I had the earmuffs on.
1635h
More motorcycle noise, timed to when clicking onto a new web page, while bookmarking movies to see one day should I ever get out or prison. The fact that they sabotaged me seeing a purchased movie on my PC, all to have it and others sit around for four months, indicates that there won't be prison release anytime soon. Apparently, one TI passed on the scuttlebutt that all TI's will get released at the same time. Which if true, smacks of some gigantic spreadsheet where they fill in the boxes of the columns belonging to each TI listed across the top, until the whole thing is filled in.
Other planted bullshit that has been playing in mind of late is the cataclysmic line; we destroyed the planet that became the asteroid belt (beyond Mars), we wiped Mars clean (but didn't destroy the planet), and now Earth. As Richard Hoagland said, "the lies are different at every level". But what do TI's care about such long range future portent? Not much, as the minute by minute and day to day existence is so fraught that we don't give a shit, and besides, being in the ground looks a whole lot better than the present existence.
1645h
Laundry day earlier, and the ususal commensurate motivation to clean this place up, the bathroom's turn today. The perps do like a different soap/cleaner to be used in the bathroom, often scripting a bath on the evening of a bathtup cleaning day. There must be some energetic interaction that is persistent from the cleaner (white liquid) they want to remotely detect that is imparted into me.
And they pulled a mind-fuck to have me place all three pairs of jeans in the laundry, as "somehow" I "forgot" to keep track of which pair is where, another never-before event. So I am dressed today in my stretch cordura hiking pants, the ones with ripstop nylon panels on that in fact do rip and also get the color bleached out some. This would be a first time I have worn them inside, as usually they are my outdoor working pants. I have never seen riptstop nylon lose its color before, but in this abusive gig, anything goes, even the unconventional. Apart from laundry, this has been a shut-in Saturday, and even the weekend newspaper hasn't been allowed to be purchased. Strange how a regular habit has become so irregular.
1705h
And I have been intending to phone a TI about her experiences in Montreal and New York state as a child involved in being tested and examined in clinical and military situations. This has been at the top of my list for over 10 months, and "somehow", I forget to make the call, even with the phone number on it. She didn't get her memories deleted like I did, and has been messed up as an adult. It was my intent to ask her what is so fascinating about motorcycles that the perps continue to hound me with their infernal noise, but also set them up as props for me to see. Funny how my motivation has been so uncharacteristically slack when it wasn't before. No doubt the sickos will be pounding the overhead ceiling/floor, all 12" of concrete, when, if ever, I make the call.
1755h
And another one of those arranged rental "mishaps". No rent increase this year, unlike the last two, and for some reason I "forgot" (read, mind-fuck recall deletion) to replenish the rental agency with a new supply of post dated checks. And of course they didn't phone or ask me if I was going to pay the rent. The last time they pulled this stunt they were on my case in three days, when the subsidy didn't come through in the mail. So.. what do they do? They wait until May 07, a Friday afternoon when I wasn't here, to give me a notice that I was behind on my rent. Like WTF? But, as mentioned, they ran out of post-dated checks and there was no concurrent rent increase activity this year to cause me to be reminded of re-supplying the checks. The timing was well done in that they planned it for late Friday, and the rental office is closed for the weekend, and so I get to have the yellow and white notice hanging around at my desk, along with the checks that I wrote out. And plenty of noisestalking while I signed the checks and made them out. Just too exciting for them it seems. Another example of pointless and dubious meddling for whatever reasons the sickos have.
1930h
Some foot jabbings over the past hour of touring blogs, and not being allowed to read the more interesting ones. It seems that they want only a introductory read, skip to the final paragraph and call it done. I never used to read like that, and if it was interesting I would read all of it. Not allowed now. The foot jabbings are like some thin needle was poked inside my foot, and that it can be relocated at will. And nothing is next to it, and there isn't any putative or proximate cause whatsoever. And nearly always my left foot.
2020h
Same deal again as this afternoon; tea break and eating chocolate, and then background banter starts up whith brown chocolate in my mouth. And same deal again, the motorcycle noise starts up while cleaning the dishes and the water is running from the kitchen faucet.
In another copycat stunt of yesterday, I was scraping the driveway at the First Feral Family home with a shovel to clean up the rocks that spilled from the wheelbarrow, and lo, if someone else wasn't doing the same thing, two doors away.
2335h
Some interesting music "discoveries" tonight, arranged with this background scratchiness noise that erupts when I bookmark or launch Google searches. Tres Chicas, though not for metalheads.
Enough of shut-in time today, and am let out tomorrow for FFF events.
Showing posts with label rent notice jerkaround. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rent notice jerkaround. Show all posts
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Friday, February 08, 2008
Back Pain and Rent Pain
1415h
I got an extra dose of imposed back pain this morning, enough to make me reach for something to prop myself up when leaning over, especially noted when changing into my clothes, always a big noisestalk moment for the perps.
And just when I was wondering what I was going to do with this forced shut-in day, why, the apartment manager put on a big rythmic door knocking show to deliver a notice of unpaid rent. My subsidy side of it did not come through this month for some strange reason, and that triggered this event. The entire subsidy thing had gone like clockwork since 05-2007, and then suddenly "erupts" this month, 02-2008. I have already had one of these go-rounds before, where the perps wiped my recall about paying the rent, and lo, if I didn't get a notice and have to pay up the extra $20 fee as well. This last went down in 2005, so repeating this fucking little game is no surprise, only the interval between durations. No doubt the perps want to correlate all the energetics between the two same events in differing locations. Not my problem, so why am I getting harassed like this all the time?
As part of this setup, the manager is grossly overweight, something I don't pay any mind to. But today, I did not have a choice; the perps kept on redirecting my attention to his excessive girth, and he even got closer than normal to "explain" the notice. This is something the perps like to do; put on the Unfavored at varying distances, in this case, getting inordinately close, though socially acceptable within the context.
There have been a number of all-quiets today; normally I get a constant background of varying noise, to unbelievable proportions, second story noise on the sixth floor, and then some, e.g. last night's ceiling pounding of a concrete floor. The only exception to the all-quiets has been the backup beeper noise that has been near continuous all morning and through lunch making, eating and doing the dishes. Not that there is that many vehicles backing up around here, as the perps are less concerning with staging putative causal events than they were. But like yesterday, where this same sound "noisetracked" me for 10 minutes of my walk to the recreation center at a constant volume while walking away from any likely source location, appearances don't matter. This is the premier noisestalking noise of the week, this electronic beeping noise coming in at various volumes, the faint beeping being more prevalent today.
No doubt the electronic beeping noise is linked to the staged rent notice jerkaround, and I suspect that as my lunch was two hours ago, this is a prime moment to not only piss me off, but throw other slings and arrows of the perp's litany of aggravations.
They gave me a 10.5 hour sleep last night, now going back to the excessive sleeping games of the last two months, and designed to impair any casual labor work that could come my way. That and the back pain served to keep me contained here so far. The perps also started up a burn like pain on my right thigh, which only came on once I dressed, and not before. They pulled this same stunt yesterday while walking back from the recreation center. This seems to be the new trend, creating more pain sites without any causal event.
Lunch making turned out to be a rage-ified show; they pulled the dinner plate from my grasp while cleaning it and then banged it on the kitchen counter and then slid it into the dish soap container to knock exactly 90 degrees from its usual orientation while kept there. Other games were flicking olive oil around, and even "flying" it from my tortilla first as a mass of tapenade (green ground olives) and then within a minute, an olive oil drop with evenly dispersed tapenade inside it. These two drops of food landed within an inch of each other, and were likely arranged for side by side comparison. It is amazing that a cowardly multi-billion dollar budgeted organization is flicking variants of olive oil and tapenade combinations at me, and are attempting to attain some benefit from this inanity.
I also have been privy to the street rip-up project that I can see from my window, and that has been featured in past blog postings, some with photos. Yesterday, the perps brought out this huge 30' wide blue plastic tarp and laid it down on the street works, but not over anything specific like the concrete pouring of last week when they legitimately used it to slow the cure time. They seem to have moved it closer and for no seeming purpose as of yesterday. Today it is gone, and they are moving gravel and having the backhoe and a small excavator operate where the blue tarp was. I can only assume there is some color interaction games going on, and that anything or person on top of the same location will also somehow interact with the energetics of the blue plastic tarp, even if removed. That does seem to follow the trend; move the item off a surface and have me or a surrogate walk over it.
A similar event happened three days ago when walking to the recreation center over a 4 week old poured concrete sidewalk at the location of a fuel station rebuild. The "worker" was putting in a PVC irrigation system, and some 20' of 1" pipe was lying on the sidewalk with no option to walk beside it as their steel fence was lying on two thirds of the sidewalk, being taken down. The "worker" saw me coming and swept the white colored PVC pipe off the sidewalk, and after exchanging pleasantries, I walked on the only possible portion of the sidewalk, the remaining third where the PVC pipe had been. A perfect setup, having me walking where it had been located. The perps have long gangstalked me with PVC pipe, the seeming irrigation services vehicles with pipe on top, and in past pre-overt harassment days, they scripted some 1,500' of PVC pipe installation, all to seeming no gain, then at least.
The nearby street wide rip-up has installed some 600' (twinned in some locations) of 30" green PVC pipe and has poured at least 2' of concrete over it, which may be related to yet more testing of PVC and me, and whatever energetics interaction there might be between that substance, its color, and me.
1500h
After a few phone calls while composing the above, the rent payment crisis has been resolved, and the extra $20 late payment fee has been waived. Another game is done, this time in relatively short order, and not extending it over the weekend like I thought it would be, and sticking me with the $20 as well. The story is that the check was held up in the mail, which strikes me as odd as there is plenty of direct debit financial transactions in this part of the world. Anyhow, it was all about upping my angst, which is a telltale harassment objective. Imagine what they do to those who are covertly followed, harassed and controlled to create chaos and mayhem among individuals, groups and organizations.
2150h
I just came off a long read about helicopters and the many designs and variants. Regular readers will know that the perps like to treat me to either see and/or hear helicopters live or online. In fact, I had a string of summer jobs in the 1970's where I had plenty of helicopter access, it being our only mode of transportation for one summer, daily transport to our work sites was routine. As I moved along in my career in forestry there were other opportunities, again with a similar summer of remote access via a helicopter. There is a Helijet Airways in this city that flies to Vancouver and Seattle, and I have had the pleasure of making this trip to both cities. In the latter case, it was my first association with Mr. Passport Tosser, the "passenger" in front of me with an electronic instrument he "needed" me to see just after the announcement from the pilot to turn all communication devices off, there he was with his on. When we got to Boeing Field, he purposely flung his passport at the feet of the INS inspection officer who thought it was so funny, as did Passport Tosser and his colleague. Fucking bizarre, and Passport Tosser is the all time most observed operative not in morphover form; he has "featured" himself at least seven times in two cities, and has two same time hospital visits as when I got fucked into going there. He has various acts; currently either the semi-respectable casual or the vagrant appearance and his former button down executive look to accompany me to Seattle. No one will venture to explain how this string of improbable events has come about, but at least they don't try to explain this as "normal".
2205h
I saw a maser coming from my head this morning, exactly between my eyes and emanating while shaving. This is not wholly unexpected as I get constant plasma beam emanations from me when in the floor exercise room at OB Rec. Center, visible in the floor to ceiling mirrors that are routinely marked up at the location I am looking at them. These plasma beams are often of a near vertical orientation, straingt line beams that are in front of my black fleece pants, which then get replaced by plasma beams of the same color that appear to originate and project from my leg bones, shaped in the same manner. This would seem to be a comparison of my leg bones' plasma projection to that of an approximation straight line tangent. I have seen other toroidal and oviod projections from my chest at this same location and juncture, and it is all part of the game of everyone not noticing.
2310h
Some video listening, catching up on a number of bookmarked videos and then they are listened to in one session. And I get the usual loud beeps inserted as I websurf somewhere else, and lo, a Windows box comes up with a beep, possibly to standardize a visual and audio portion along with me yelling at the assholes who pulled this off.
the street shouting has started up, so it is time to blog off and call this dull day done.
I got an extra dose of imposed back pain this morning, enough to make me reach for something to prop myself up when leaning over, especially noted when changing into my clothes, always a big noisestalk moment for the perps.
And just when I was wondering what I was going to do with this forced shut-in day, why, the apartment manager put on a big rythmic door knocking show to deliver a notice of unpaid rent. My subsidy side of it did not come through this month for some strange reason, and that triggered this event. The entire subsidy thing had gone like clockwork since 05-2007, and then suddenly "erupts" this month, 02-2008. I have already had one of these go-rounds before, where the perps wiped my recall about paying the rent, and lo, if I didn't get a notice and have to pay up the extra $20 fee as well. This last went down in 2005, so repeating this fucking little game is no surprise, only the interval between durations. No doubt the perps want to correlate all the energetics between the two same events in differing locations. Not my problem, so why am I getting harassed like this all the time?
As part of this setup, the manager is grossly overweight, something I don't pay any mind to. But today, I did not have a choice; the perps kept on redirecting my attention to his excessive girth, and he even got closer than normal to "explain" the notice. This is something the perps like to do; put on the Unfavored at varying distances, in this case, getting inordinately close, though socially acceptable within the context.
There have been a number of all-quiets today; normally I get a constant background of varying noise, to unbelievable proportions, second story noise on the sixth floor, and then some, e.g. last night's ceiling pounding of a concrete floor. The only exception to the all-quiets has been the backup beeper noise that has been near continuous all morning and through lunch making, eating and doing the dishes. Not that there is that many vehicles backing up around here, as the perps are less concerning with staging putative causal events than they were. But like yesterday, where this same sound "noisetracked" me for 10 minutes of my walk to the recreation center at a constant volume while walking away from any likely source location, appearances don't matter. This is the premier noisestalking noise of the week, this electronic beeping noise coming in at various volumes, the faint beeping being more prevalent today.
No doubt the electronic beeping noise is linked to the staged rent notice jerkaround, and I suspect that as my lunch was two hours ago, this is a prime moment to not only piss me off, but throw other slings and arrows of the perp's litany of aggravations.
They gave me a 10.5 hour sleep last night, now going back to the excessive sleeping games of the last two months, and designed to impair any casual labor work that could come my way. That and the back pain served to keep me contained here so far. The perps also started up a burn like pain on my right thigh, which only came on once I dressed, and not before. They pulled this same stunt yesterday while walking back from the recreation center. This seems to be the new trend, creating more pain sites without any causal event.
Lunch making turned out to be a rage-ified show; they pulled the dinner plate from my grasp while cleaning it and then banged it on the kitchen counter and then slid it into the dish soap container to knock exactly 90 degrees from its usual orientation while kept there. Other games were flicking olive oil around, and even "flying" it from my tortilla first as a mass of tapenade (green ground olives) and then within a minute, an olive oil drop with evenly dispersed tapenade inside it. These two drops of food landed within an inch of each other, and were likely arranged for side by side comparison. It is amazing that a cowardly multi-billion dollar budgeted organization is flicking variants of olive oil and tapenade combinations at me, and are attempting to attain some benefit from this inanity.
I also have been privy to the street rip-up project that I can see from my window, and that has been featured in past blog postings, some with photos. Yesterday, the perps brought out this huge 30' wide blue plastic tarp and laid it down on the street works, but not over anything specific like the concrete pouring of last week when they legitimately used it to slow the cure time. They seem to have moved it closer and for no seeming purpose as of yesterday. Today it is gone, and they are moving gravel and having the backhoe and a small excavator operate where the blue tarp was. I can only assume there is some color interaction games going on, and that anything or person on top of the same location will also somehow interact with the energetics of the blue plastic tarp, even if removed. That does seem to follow the trend; move the item off a surface and have me or a surrogate walk over it.
A similar event happened three days ago when walking to the recreation center over a 4 week old poured concrete sidewalk at the location of a fuel station rebuild. The "worker" was putting in a PVC irrigation system, and some 20' of 1" pipe was lying on the sidewalk with no option to walk beside it as their steel fence was lying on two thirds of the sidewalk, being taken down. The "worker" saw me coming and swept the white colored PVC pipe off the sidewalk, and after exchanging pleasantries, I walked on the only possible portion of the sidewalk, the remaining third where the PVC pipe had been. A perfect setup, having me walking where it had been located. The perps have long gangstalked me with PVC pipe, the seeming irrigation services vehicles with pipe on top, and in past pre-overt harassment days, they scripted some 1,500' of PVC pipe installation, all to seeming no gain, then at least.
The nearby street wide rip-up has installed some 600' (twinned in some locations) of 30" green PVC pipe and has poured at least 2' of concrete over it, which may be related to yet more testing of PVC and me, and whatever energetics interaction there might be between that substance, its color, and me.
1500h
After a few phone calls while composing the above, the rent payment crisis has been resolved, and the extra $20 late payment fee has been waived. Another game is done, this time in relatively short order, and not extending it over the weekend like I thought it would be, and sticking me with the $20 as well. The story is that the check was held up in the mail, which strikes me as odd as there is plenty of direct debit financial transactions in this part of the world. Anyhow, it was all about upping my angst, which is a telltale harassment objective. Imagine what they do to those who are covertly followed, harassed and controlled to create chaos and mayhem among individuals, groups and organizations.
2150h
I just came off a long read about helicopters and the many designs and variants. Regular readers will know that the perps like to treat me to either see and/or hear helicopters live or online. In fact, I had a string of summer jobs in the 1970's where I had plenty of helicopter access, it being our only mode of transportation for one summer, daily transport to our work sites was routine. As I moved along in my career in forestry there were other opportunities, again with a similar summer of remote access via a helicopter. There is a Helijet Airways in this city that flies to Vancouver and Seattle, and I have had the pleasure of making this trip to both cities. In the latter case, it was my first association with Mr. Passport Tosser, the "passenger" in front of me with an electronic instrument he "needed" me to see just after the announcement from the pilot to turn all communication devices off, there he was with his on. When we got to Boeing Field, he purposely flung his passport at the feet of the INS inspection officer who thought it was so funny, as did Passport Tosser and his colleague. Fucking bizarre, and Passport Tosser is the all time most observed operative not in morphover form; he has "featured" himself at least seven times in two cities, and has two same time hospital visits as when I got fucked into going there. He has various acts; currently either the semi-respectable casual or the vagrant appearance and his former button down executive look to accompany me to Seattle. No one will venture to explain how this string of improbable events has come about, but at least they don't try to explain this as "normal".
2205h
I saw a maser coming from my head this morning, exactly between my eyes and emanating while shaving. This is not wholly unexpected as I get constant plasma beam emanations from me when in the floor exercise room at OB Rec. Center, visible in the floor to ceiling mirrors that are routinely marked up at the location I am looking at them. These plasma beams are often of a near vertical orientation, straingt line beams that are in front of my black fleece pants, which then get replaced by plasma beams of the same color that appear to originate and project from my leg bones, shaped in the same manner. This would seem to be a comparison of my leg bones' plasma projection to that of an approximation straight line tangent. I have seen other toroidal and oviod projections from my chest at this same location and juncture, and it is all part of the game of everyone not noticing.
2310h
Some video listening, catching up on a number of bookmarked videos and then they are listened to in one session. And I get the usual loud beeps inserted as I websurf somewhere else, and lo, a Windows box comes up with a beep, possibly to standardize a visual and audio portion along with me yelling at the assholes who pulled this off.
the street shouting has started up, so it is time to blog off and call this dull day done.
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