Cleaning Need

10-27-2015, Tuesday
A new follower I see; welcome to the Dispossessed Class of 2002, the fateful year when the perps went berserk/overt on me, and you too. Or now that I read some of  https://gangstalkingsurfers.wordpress.com/, I am considered a "hostile contract". Hostility is might be a starting place, though ongoing assault with plasma beams, masers, extra-conventional gravitic and teleportational fuckery and the rest of the deranged mind-invasive and stalking abuse, makes "hostile" seem rather euphemistic. Though I do like that quote;

“The individual is handicapped by coming face to face 
with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists.” J. Edgar Hoover on COINTELPRO

And to me, COINTELPRO was warm up for later machinations. J. Edgar Hoover was also part of it, he "deciding"/leading the JFK assassination, by insisting that Lee Harvey Oswald was the sole assassin within 24 hours of him being in custody (not charged even), and that was well before all the evidence was gathered and evaluated (e.g. Zapruder film). And the over-seeing "they" (whoever they are, and perhaps including J. Edgar himself) knew the evidence wouldn't hold up in court, so Lee Harvey Oswald got nixed so that the lone assassin tag would stick for all time. Nice guys, and no less, LHO was a FBI asset. Anyhow, I digress, but one last kick; Jack Ruby, LHO's killer, publicly said it it was one large conspiracy. Those were the days when the suspects could speak publicly. And LHO even said, "I am just a patsy". Talk about the all time stinking conspiratorial pong of the century.

Anyhow, back to the prosaic abuse-athon; this is the second week day of my unemployed winter, until January I suspect. I got lots of errands done yesterday, and am still picking up loose ends today, though I suspect this will run dry by tomorrow. After last week's imbroglio over about not being fleet-fingered enough to make the cut at tree seedling packing, the work prospects aren't too good for short term week, hence getting unemployment benefits.

One errand to the alterations person got skunked; she wasn't open even if I arrived at her shop during opening hours, and I even had a stalker arrive ahead of me to confirm that this was true in subsequent passing conversation. Then the perps screwed me out of going there later just before yoga.

I cleaned the yoga mat from yesterday's practice, a little sweaty it was. (The "usual" forced jerkaround is to have me leave it on the floor and walk around it until next class). And why is it I am getting on to doing the small things right away instead of leaving them for days, if not weeks? Though they did screw me out of applying for unemployment benefits for a three weeks, thankfully to no negative result.

Then on comes the long running need to clean up the cordura briefcase that got covered in mold last year, and for which no end of ozone treatments could not remove the smell. Finally I was allowed to find a product that deals with the mold, any of its residue and a the smell. And all for $10 no less, though I had to go to that venerable Canadian retailer where the staff run around in red shirts. Lets see if it works.

Yoga was more benign in terms of Unfavored acts. The blonde woman cashier at a local specialty grocer was there again; a cute-ish blonde but a little grim, but then again, this whole nightmare and whatever the perps lay on the participating shills must be grim too, though I am sure the whole story isn't revealed. (Like, we humans are merely nonconsensual experimental vehicles for the machinations of our puppet masters, and I just happen to be in the front ranks of the abused-upon victims). Same deal, she keeps her head down and pretends that she doesn't know I am there. But she did know enough to park herself on my usual mat location, and at my alternate location in the corner,  three of the regular women filled in around me and one new one I hadn't seen before.

Before yoga class began, the dishy one-time instructor, there as a student, was flitting about to three different mat locations before removing herself to the far side of the room, and effectively, out of my purview. After class and while I was sitting on the couch and putting on my shoes, she hung around later for me to view her visage from 8' away. The last four times we passed by long enough to say "hello", but this time she was turned the other way. I don't know quite why the perps ensure I only get limited sightings of dishy women in my physical domain, but I suppose they have been working on this for so long that I don't notice. The one other dude was there in his fugly oversized shorts, and a ridiculous bob-do at the back of his head. Instead of the excessive breathing noise from other class members, there was one woman doing audible groaning. Like WTF; no one puts themselves out that much in a yoga class.

And who is messing with this PC? Someone turned of Bit Defender and it wasn't me. Someone also turned off automatic Java upgrades via the internet, and again, it wasn't me. Then when I updated the wretched Synology NAS (wretched for a whole lot of reasons, starting with unfathomable function and FLAC file support that was withdrawn within a month of purchasing it), I upgraded the "Assistant" to get intranet access to this box and it failed. On and on with these technical malfunctions.

Though to be fair, the perps didn't have me impale myself on the MS Windows 10 upgrade via one click; the PC tech I saw yesterday was doing no end of business doing recovery work. One has to do a full blown OS upgrade at the disc level, like Windows 7 for all to work well. Imagine the worldwide user vexation over this one; the perps just love to bring on angst and suffering.

A shut in day today, and the only time I was outside was in front of my door, as I was doing some metal filing to tweak my hand pruners. And even at 9C, plenty chilly, why, the perps put on the HD motorcycle and attendant noise. The only time I am outside all day, 2' from my door, and they put on one of the most loathed sounds I know of.

10-28-2015
And what is it about hairs and eyelashes that "show up" on me, inside of 10 seconds of toweling dry after my morning shower? Not just today, but at least half the time. And not my hairs and eyelashes I hasten to add; a 4' grey hair placed under my more than ample L breast, a 2x longer and thicker all black eyelash draped over my nose (my eyelashes are shorter, thinner, brown and blonde tipped), and another black irregular head hair on my face, not mine either as my head hair is mousy and straight.

And what is going on that the perps need to block the "Purchase" button on CDBaby for Allison Crowe's "Souling"? I suppose I could go around the problem by going to the singer's website, and too, listen to a full free streaming play (no samples). This relentless fuckery over every damn thing is just so pointless as it is exasperating.

10-29-2015
A trip to the auto body shop to drop off my vehicle for the L rear outside door handle install. This, after being set up to think that I could install it myself, once painted at the same shop. I checked out Youtube videos for this car, and figured it was doable. BUT as it "happened', the vids were of front doors, and the rear door was decidedly more problem fraught once I got the interior paneling off. So I gave up and was going to have the dealership install it for $210, but the autobody guy will do it for less.

And as it wasn't too far away, I walked back the exact route I drove; and the vehicular gangstalking was out in droves, and driving at me to get my attention all the more. I had exited the auto-body shop and was crossing the parking lot when a vehicle was aimed at me, and the asshole kept re-aiming his vehicle at me as I was walking out of his way. Like WTF; make it look obvious you are not going to drive over a pedestrian by pointing the vehicle behind them, not at them, and then again. Other vehicles where arranged to be pointed at me, to keep their headlights on me, and to get my attention. All the more obvious when it is a pointless gas station troll through.

And too, the bums surfaced from nowhere it seemed, to again, come straight at me. Then the extra loud bad mufflered truck had to (pointlessly) go around the adjacent block and then drive past me, all to add extra noise on my walk back.

More technical PC upgrade hassles; a triple whacking over an upgrade to my J River audio player software. It lost the library which had to be rebuilt, then it lost the external Oppo playback device which I still haven't figured out how to recover. (For now, I can play through the PC jack). All the playlists disappeared, and I have no idea where they went.  Then Firefox decided to crash, and I had a manual restore of the open tabs. The latter would really mess me up as it is the context for all that I do on the web.

And a radiator flush job was also performed on my vehicle today, the shop just around the corner from the auto-body shop. It is a tire shop, part of a local chain, that does automotive repairs. And since they charge half the rate of the Toyota dealership for the same job, why not?

I was told it would be an hour and so I took off wandering the local stores, some of which are regular ones. And lo, if the tanning salon wasn't nearby, something that didn't "occur" to me until after visiting two stores. I got my tan, decided that I best get back to the automotive shop, and it would be close to an hour. The vehicle wasn't ready, so I waited in the small four seat waiting section. Little did I know it was all about a gangstalk stakeout for the next 30 min. with the inevitable parade of dudes coming and going, many in shorts when it was 9C out. One younger woman sat in the chairs, three removed from me, with two vacant ones between us. One 50+ male came to loiter after doing the "customer" chat at first, leaning against the W wall. Another came to loiter on the E wall, sitting on tires that were on display. Still, two available seats, but no takers for some curious reason. Then an male finally did come to sit down, sitting next to the woman, one intervening seat between me and him. And finally, when my vehicle was ready and I got up to pay at the counter, why, the dude sitting on the tires immediately sat down in the seat I had just vacated. This whole musical chairs/stalkers orchestration was just as bad as a public transit bus for crissakes.

There was stream of customers while I was waiting (that is, hung out to dry), all seeming to be there for legit customer business, but after the shorts dudes, the strangest was this woman with a 1.5' diameter day-glo fabric piece (yellow-green) who came in. Like WTF; what would that be for, let alone carrying it around and into a tire shop? But as day-glo clothing (aka, hi-viz) is a part of the whole gangstalk scene, it was just another strange stunt.

11-01-2015
No Halloween celebrations or interactions thankfully. I worked a vineyard yesterday, my first Okanagan employer for three years. And he spent the day inside, seeming watching news and videos while his wife gave me direction on all that was to be done. It rained off and on for the most part, but for the afternoon when digging over a 20'x20' vegetable garden bed, it was rainning most of the time. The soil was fine and silty, so no mud games, though "somehow" the perps laid on a fine layer of soil over my black pants and black rain jacket. The boots are still muddy as it seems they won't clean up.

On the way home I attempted to cash my employer's check, but lo, if there wasn't a dude stalker surge ahead of me to make the ATM line 5 long. Screw that, and off I went home. The surfeit of mud splattered gangstalking pickups around me did not go unnoticed either. Back to mud/soil displays on vehicles again, and I am sure this won't let up until fall of 2016. The next day I attempted to cash the check at the ATM, and lo, if it wasn't rejected as a corner got ripped off and the numbers weren't 100% machine readable. Skunked, and skunked again, something the perps just lover to pull off.

Anyhow, on to posting this for the week past.

To-Do List Machinations

12-10-2014
What is it about getting things done, especially when working from a list, that so interests the perps that they cause delays and other games I will explain below? For over a week I had been intending to get at least three things done, none screamingly important, but all the same level of urgency as three pebbles in my shoes. And of course I had all the time to get them done, as well as "forgetting" when online as well. Then a fourth item comes on, and then today, in a burst of unexpected motivation, I attend to them all as much as I can. (An unreturned phone call and awaiting an email is as far as I can go on one of them). And at the conclusion of getting this done, either by phone or email, why, a sudden urge to defecate comes on, so I shut the PC down and attend to that. And lo, for the first time in over 6 months, they pull one of their shit plastering games, and I have come to know that it is easier to clean up to take a short shower. It all got done without any further ado, but it leaves the question as to what was so important about getting onto a perp delayed list of items that they just had to arrange a messy crap and a shower clean up to conclude getting my list items done? And if that is important for the perps, which it seems to be, then this insane abusive insanity (theirs) has a long way to go.

Two days ago it was yoga, and the usual women where there with a maybe four visiting women as well. The all cleverly left an a free mat location on my L, as I was about the fifth person of 12 or so to arrive, and lo, if the gasping wheezing out-of-shape male didn't slip into that spot just before class began, and yet again, put on this pathetic act of making a whole lot of noise about a whole lot of nothing. As in being so out of shape, and so fat (two Unfavoreds) and wearing awful baggy brown shorts to his knees (two more Unfavoreds). Plus, being male over 20 y.o. is another Unfavored. I say "nothing" as I am relatively flexible and the yoga poses, save a few, are not terribly challenging to me. Clearly this oaf is way out of his league, so why doesn't he take a more fundamental level class? There is no reason except that he is placed there by his controllers for the very reason to make a whole lot of disgusting noise, never mind looking disgusting in all his blubber. Perturb the TI victim (some more) must be the perp edict/objective.

As I mentioned two or more weeks ago, the perps sent me a seeming explanatory message that this oaf's heavy breathing and gasping is to emulate a sexual abuser in full form. Well maybe it is, and maybe such an abuse was done to me when aged 2 y.o. to 5 y.o., the period for which the perps wiped my memory. And it isn't any stretch of imagination that the child abuse agenda is part and parcel of the wider nonconsensual human experimentation agenda that TI's have to come so well. Look up Brice Taylor, Cathy O'Brien, Kathrine Sullivan

A trip to the gym; or should I call it the grim-gym, as these shiftless males always surface, have "stun-outs" on the equipment, scoop the machine just ahead of me, and arrange themselves jointly to slowly move in closer. Six of the mofos lined themselves up when I was doing my final warm down, abbreviated due to them slowly closing in en masse. I decide to split, and lo, one of the mofos breaks off his work out to precede me down the stairs, the identical move of the babe gangstalker at the gym two visits ago. That is, six of seven males in the gym to slowly close in on me for crissakes. The major Fat Boy (260lbs) was left out of the final gangstalking fray/formation, and the two women were off to the side and seemed to be minding their own business.

They even added two dudes dressed in the same T-shirts, as some kind of equipment inspectors, loitering at one machine and then walking the length of the gym side-by-side. The perps seem to like amp-ing up the male factor of late; start with a proximate woman (even if she was doing extra high arm flings on the treadmill), then add in the males one by one, move the women out, have the males banter, and then add a uniformed male pair just to see how much I like that. And of course, vary the males with Unfavored features; hats, skinheads, fugly shorts below the knee, large guts, faux military clothing, brown clothing etc.

12-12-2014
Friday, and a special one for the perps, having me into get my legs waxed and my haircut at this particular place I regularly go to. This, after yesterday's shut-in day when I didn't go out at all. (Not working again until late January). And as mentioned in past posts, the perps go gangstalking and harassment silly after a shut-in day.

They even put on a small private yellow helicopter making two passes as I exited the gate outside my place. And today is also refuse pickup day, and although it was picked up at 0800h, they still put on a garbage truck at 1015h on my way to get my head hair cut and my leg hair pulled. Exciting times in perp-landia for sure. Not only that, but the elder male (geezer) gangstalk was on at the parking lot; one ahead and one behind me in driving in and at the ticket machine. The first one also "happened" to be seen at a suite above the hair salon. A geezer inside too, getting his hair cut, and lo, if the male haircut supervisor (about 45 y/o/) didn't do his best to be one too, not shaving for two days so to strut his beard stubble and then to wear a matching grey sweater. Not only did he come by with chocolates to offer me while getting my haircut from a brown skinned Asian girl, but made sure to be passing by when I was about to enter the area for leg waxing. And in keeping with the strange "don't know you now" behaviors, the fuchsia-on-blonde woman who cut my hair some six weeks ago was very visible but wasn't about to say hello or anything so friendly as that. No sir... normal human North American small town friendliness is not accorded for perp victims, even if they have mercilessly harassed the victim for 12.5 years every day, all day. And face it, NO ONE would forget me and the prior training and walk-throughs they must go through before the Potemkin Village is arranged for this TI.

And I see the surrounding hills are bereft of snow now, as they had plenty over the past three weeks. A warm spell came on in the last week, and with a whole lot of rain yesterday, why, I get to see the green (treed) hills again. Such things are important to the perps, these ever changing landscape colors, and sky colors too.

Miscellaneous other stuff of minor note:
the perps have me dry the dishes with a tea towel now, or mostly; (cutlery, knives, bowls, -plates dry themselves). Until recent months (since 2002), the dishes would dry in the dishes rack often much sooner than I expected from prior experience. I came to know in 2002 that they were berserk over towels, drying wet objects and myself too, and it was a given. But in mid-2014 I found I was using the tea towels much more and the dishes weren't as dry as they were formerly (2002 to 06-20214). I suppose one could call this progress, but I will know for sure when I have many different colored bathroom towels and I use a new one each day. Currently, I have a set of three I rotate over the week, all the same set. I don't how they are going to accomplish that one, as I usually get a set. I am sure they have the plans already made up, as I have come to know that some objects are acquired over five years in advance of using them.

A two hour nap attack this afternoon; and for once they didn't render me useless for the next hour "recovering" from it. They pulled that stunt about four days ago when they nailed me with a 2.5 hour nap attack in the afternoon, and I spent the next 1.5 hours feeling very groggy. And in both cases I was not short of sleep and had adequate sleep over the previous night.

They are having me wake up at 0900h or so these days, apart from today when I had the hair and waxing appointment. These non-alarm get-ups are taking up more morning time as it takes me 1.5 hours of breakfast, shower etc. to be ready for the day. I don't what it his about these winter short daylight days, but later get-up times has been a near constant since they went berserk/overt in 2002. I go to bed at 2200h or so, and then they keep me awake for an hour or two and then let me get 9 hours sleep, at least one more than I need.

12-13-2014
A 10 hour sleep last night, as if I needed the extra two hours, which I didn't. I suspect they want to start me later with the low direct sunlight beaming in.

Back to mild winter temperatures again, no more frozen ground of the last two weeks. And yes, temperature is very much part of the mix of variables the perps work with. The checkout-stalking with either frozen or hot goods, or both, fore and after hasn't gone unnoticed since all this bersekness began in 04-2002.

Laundry day, and the freaks are finding me there, same as the last laundromat. It was the dude with a blue toque with a summer hat on top, and sunglasses on the latter that upped the freak factor. Later, when outside, he was talking to himself to complete his freak credentials. A waddling male came from 12' away toward me as I was exiting the building (always a big stunt/harassment situation), the sun at his back so I got to see limited detail, but the mirror sunglasses was the crowning touch as to being yet another gangstalker in abreaction elicitation mode, as in posing as a threat to my subconscious memory.

I dropped in on the tanning salon today, being in the neighborhood as I took all my recycle material to the nearby depot. I hadn't seen this attendant before, she blonde with fuchsia and green streaks in her hair. And a pissy countenance and manner for no reason related to me. As mentioned many times, I have no idea why I get so many pissy or scared shitless looks, but I do, and it went up by an order of magnitude after 04-2002 when the perps went berserk/overt on me.


12-14-2014
Sunday, and a 0900h get up, another 10 hour sleep, meaning two hours of extra sleep I did not need.

An upgrade from Adobe for their Flashplayer turned into a full blown rage-ification caper. The upgrade also loaded that trojan horse called MacAfee (anti-virus software), and lo, if Eraser somehow couldn't get rid of it. And lo, if Eraser didn't also disappear off the task bar. And lo, if the infernal MacAfee software did NOT have an uninstall option. Plenty of screaming at the assholes unfolded before I got that most-loathed software purged. For the record, and it may not be true any more, but MacAfee was one of the most invasive commercial self-advertising applications I have ever known, and ever since, (10 years at least), I refuse all options to add it on. This time that infernal Adobe outfit did not give me an option, it just "installed itself" from the same file as the Adobe upgrade. Cute trick that.

Then another round of planned infuriation erupted as I looked at my charge card bill online and I discovered a charge from a supplements outfit that I did not incur. True, about a month ago I took on a $5 charge for a free sample and I expected that to be the end of it. But no, the assholes laid on a $75 charge three days ago that I did not authorize or otherwise solicit. The least they could of done was phone me to ask if the supplement did anything positive (or otherwise), and they would of found out I didn't want any more, never mind it not doing anything anyhow. So much for "free" products and all that. Unsolicited billing is totally outrageous. And lo, if my email didn't crap out (Firefox and IE show the text only crammed up on the L side with no apparent functionality), and I had to use the supplement outfit's  website to send an email. The charge statement was emailed yesterday and "for some reason" I didn't look at it, only to find out today that their call center is not open today, but was yesterday. The number of coincident inconveniences went up at least ten -fold since 04-2002.

As if I don't get enough conspiratorial information; here is a corker (meaning total paradigm shift). Opiate drug addiction is totally curable by large doses of Vitamin C. Thanks to Whale.to for all this excellent information. And yet this is rarely heard of in these parts (Canada), which is, I assume, much like the USA with respect to illegal drugs use. Not only does a megadose of vitamin C stop craving immediately, but if continued (for a week or so) it stops the opiate from even having an effect! Furthermore, the paper details the limbic brain system where the opiate receptors are, and provides research on the fact that Vitamin C displaces opiates altogether, and these receptors should be called "ascorbate" receptors.

This begins a meta-pondering as to what is The Powers That Be (TPTB) interest in having opiate addicted humans. Is it that the opiates (usually) are grown in another part of the world, and in the case of illegal opiates, change provenance frequently, so TPTB are looking for some kind of energetic signature depending on where the opiate was sourced? And too, making massive amounts of money on illegal importation and distribution is a plain good money spinner. It seems that no one responsible wants to do the right thing and make it legal and of a consistent quality (usually from a single source). The major pissing matches over safe injection site's in Vancouver BC would be another example of TPTB ensuring the clinically unconscionable status quo continues. Ditto for the so-called chemotherapy medications for cancer, and too, Vitamin C in large doses can help here. The more I travel down this road of nonconsensual human experimentation, the more I realize that TI's are not alone. Whole other populations of humans are being experimented upon, e.g. illegal drug usage, cancer patients, but they don't realize it.

An evening reading about the real NSA and what they do to psychic children. If you thought that the Brice Taylor story and a few others were experimentation one-offs, think again. The NSA systematizes child abuse to create alternate personalities in young children to later use them for psychic spying and sabotage, also systematically applied. I don't know where Steve Smith gets his information from, but I haven't read anything quite like it in such graphic detail. I would suggest caution if the reader has past abuse and/or DID (mulitple personalities). 

On that grim note, time to call this done for the week and to post this.

Cold and House Bound

12-02-2014
About -8C outside, and supposedly 20C inside, but I sure feel the cold. And the perps wouldn't let me outside to check the physical job board, even if two blocks away. I have no idea why they put on these "shut-in" days, and yesterday was much the same with the exception of yoga. A new dude was placed behind me, his distinguishing feature was that he was he was bare assed bald, save the fringe around his head. Have I not noted the prevalence of skin-heads (bald males) in past blog postings? Way too often, but no nearly as much as they are arranged for me to see in the view-scape.

The darling pixie was instructing yoga again yesterday, replete with a few adjustments, as in contact. The ever competent Ms. T was on my L side, displacing the regular lady there. It seems they traded locations for this time. The most interesting thing was outside the practice room; the lady who runs the place was moving things about, and she had moved the coat rack when I arrived. And she moved it again, when I emerged from the practice room. That was the place where I put my boots on, and lo, a dude arranged to stand in front of me showing off his hairy legs, wearing shorts as he was. I turned to my L to avoid this male feature the perps so want me to see, and lo, if he didn't move in the same direction so to give me another eye-full. I turned again and as there was a wall there, he couldn't move any more. I cannot stand having a passel of Fuckwits standing over me, and somehow I "forgot" there was alternative change room I always used until getting screwed around over the moving coat rack yesterday.

Another screw-over in paying my bills, and I am so tired of this one. I have three bills to pay every month, and I attend to them at month end. I have been doing this consistently for years with the odd jerk-around. This time they totally blanked me out until last night after I shut down my PC. Then had me ignore the note I made for myself until this afternoon, and yes, they had screwed me around in not paying any of them. One was a day past due, another was due in two days, and the other due in ten days. Back in 2002 when they first attacked, they held up my mail for three weeks after I had paid my bills. Like WTF; why are they doing this, and why for 12.5 years?

I came across something interesting in one of the more readable advanced physics books (The Matter Myth by John Gribben) I purchased a while back, but somehow never got around to reading until this forced unemployment spell. It mentions a parallel reality based on the subatomic particle flux that exists everywhere, same as the energetic ether concept. And one could construct a quantum brain that has connection with this etheric world, and has a brain that can see both. This also fits with the Many Worlds concept, but being able to see another world. It did give me cause to ponder if that is what the perps are doing to me. This concept was filled out with the notion of the dichotomy of having an event happen with its own quantum energies, and again, where the same event intention is in place, but it doesn't happen. Hmmm... perhaps that is what the perps are doing with their sabotage, per above bill paying obstruction games.

Pyrrhic progress, sabotaging the victim's pillow and pillow case in 2014.

June 07, 2014

June 14, 2014

October 25, 2014

I NEVER use any bleach agent in my laundry (or my hair!), and these are high quality color fast sheets, and somehow, the color got sucked out of them.

Hours spent reading about the Sandy Hook school massacre, or even if there was one. The video on a suggested actor as a faux parent seemed convincing among other oddities. Three shooters or none; nothing can be taken at face value any more.

Removing apparent victims to who knows where is a common theme in the realm of perp managed events and stunts. For example, there were many credible reports of US military personnel alive in N Vietnam prison camps long after that debacle was over. Then KAL 007 was supposedly hit with a missile, but the only thing the authorities could present were the shoes of the victims to their families. Then in 09-11-2001 (911) most improbably, Flight 77 flew into the Pentagon, somehow finding the section that had been recently renovated, and where there were left over spools of cable. I say improbably, because there are anti-aircraft batteries at the Pentagon and they were not activated. The reporters asked where the wings and tail were, and were told "no comment". And the question remains; where are all these captive people, purported victims? And even more critical thought devoted to the improbability of an aircraft at high speed capable of flying close to the ground is here (an extensive dissertation of lift and ground effect).

12-03-2014
I got screwed for two hours of extra sleep and a 0930h get up time. Every winter they pull this shit, and into February before they back off.

A visit to the physical job board without the droogie count, so I could actually see it this time. After I departed, and making a rare visit by actually walking there, a native Indian in a light blue jacket and with his hood up asked some kind of rambling (drunken?) question outside, mentioning "if I was in Montreal". I said no, then he said "better not have been". Like WTF; the very city of possible horrors where I lived for two of my first five years, purged from my recall at the time, and I know I was beginning to form long term memories then, but so did someone else and didn't want me to have them.

12-04-2014
Another delayed get up time; I set the alarm this time, but got screwed into another 1.5 hours sleep, turning it off. I have a work trial tomorrow, and am suspicious that they will pull this stunt tomorrow and poof, there goes the job opportunity that has been keeping me bound for the last three weeks.

At the tanning salon, and lo, a male sicko there when I arrived, the "constant companions" thing again on chatting duty with the female attendant. He departed, the tanning was arranged and I go into the room and get ready, and lo, if the bed would not go on. I get dressed (with some lotion on me) and ask the attendant to turn on the bed from her location. She says sorry, she "forgot" and said I should of yelled through the door. Like WTF; she seemed to know about it, so why didn't she come to my door. I was the only customer there and "somehow" she screwed it up. Long time readers will know that this "happened" at the end of the spring tanning I did (1x/week, max), again when I was the only customer and some loafing cheersing male was there too.

And what is it about skin exposure to UV (or other light wavelengths), Vitamin D (forms under the skin), skin color (tones of white, brown and negroid colors) that so interests the senseless assholes who literally hound the living shit out of me for 12.5 years now, after 47 years of covert and orchestrated surveillance? I reckon the answer lies at the heart of what they are looking for, whatever cosmological constant/effect they are looking to define or quantify.


I went to the gym for the first time in 6 months; a sudden "urge" along with feeling fat (planted ideations and notions). As in keeping with the gangstalking scene at fitness centers, there were plenty of loafers and "stun outs" (gangstalkers in some kind of vacant torpor) around me; red or orange shirts seemed to be vogue. The trim and cute babe also made sure to dither at the entry area of the room to ensure she proceeded me down the stairs and to the door, though she went straight ahead.

And it so "happened" the regular entry door set wasn't working, and a second door, some 40' W had to be used. They arranged a cluster of at least 12 retards when I entered the building as this same door, seemingly on a outing and waiting for their bus. I am not sure their story adds up, but maybe there was some adult supervision. Last week they hounded me with a red shirted retard in the aisles of LD for at least 3 reprise gangstalkings.

Today, they crammed the parking lot at the LD store to the point that I gave up and didn't go there. This is at least the third time they have pulled this stunt in the last two months.

A return to the LD store tonight, with the brown (skinned) people hanging around for no seeming reason, save to provide a brown skin tone next to the chocolates with two of then lined up about 5' apart.

12-06-2015
A whole loaf around day, then finding out I "forgot" to attend grocery shopping until it was dark at 1700h. Major vehicular gangstalking on the way to the specialty grocery store, and once inside, a minor parade of two shop assistants turning a corner in front of me, each holding an item close their torso. Most strange IMHO.

12-07-2014
Sunday, and I got it together to go the fitness/gym again. A long haired blonde male mid 50's gangstalker was doing this strange routine of walking the breadth of the room and then stopping at each end for a minute or two and then (senselessly) retracing his steps. First I thought he was in recovery mode from working out, but no, it seemed that was his assigned berserk beat. Then he interrupted his strangeness to place himself at a workout machine next to me, and as soon as I finished my repetition, I moved onto another machine. I watched him off and on from this new vantage point and all he did was stand at the machine for four minutes. Like WTF; why all this strangeness at gyms?

But he wasn't done yet; after  a five minutes I went to the treadmill and then he breaks his pacing/torpor routine to arrive next to me on another treadmill. I hadn't started mine up at that moment, so I bailed out and lo, if he doesn't do the same thing and goes back to his pacing and torpor routine. Later, he puts on a black wool toque and keeps this routine up for crissakes. His blonde hair sweeping out from the front of the toque in some kind of blonde cuteness emulation it would seem.

Eventually this Fuckwit filtered out and then my assigned "dog-me" gangstalker was this obese native Indian in fugly oversized camo shorts. While not so frenetic as the blonde Fuckwit, he too did pointless pacing around in front of me. Later he made sure he was front and center in my vision field while I was captive on another machine. Then a blonde Fat Girl came into the picture, doing some kind of bend-overs 10' from me, and another later reprise gangstalking when I was doing my final stretches. And while all of the above was transpiring, a pair of extra chatty dudes came to pollute the place with their constant banter, one following me on the treadmill beside me, and the other using the same treadmill I had used. Funny how all that "happens" to me at the gym every visit.

Anyhow; more hours of online time wasted on researching skin conditions, as the perps have me with oily skin (sebaceous hyperplasia), the only member of my family with this condition.

Shaved Arms

1200h
After three months of planted ideations, and at least three almost-happens, I shaved my arm hair last night, and maintained it this morning with the full frontal shave that has become the daily norm. I cannot say it does anything for me, visually at least, unlike the leg hair shaving which makes for great looking (male) legs, with the usual caveat of being kept in an environment of total perceptual fuckery/mangement. There is no question that the perps have been testing me intensely for my own sense of aesthetics in the past few years, and I am sure they can now manage it (as in remotely emulate it). What they are still working on is the Unfavored demographic group examples; e.g. skinheads, wheelchairs, waddling dudes, baggy shorts wearing dudes, bag hats and other headwear and so it goes. Presumably to remotely determine my abreactions during the days they plied their abuses and deleted my recall, thinking they had "fixed" the problem. Nossir, we now know that subconscious observations records anything and will inherit the emotional valence and good/bad determination of like prior events. Not my problem, but it is made my made to be in acute form, by way of covert/overt harassment.

And so a busy morning with bedsheet laundry to do, then I "find" that the CD's I ordered it were in my mail box despite the fact that the package tracking indictated delivery today sometime. And I noted that the lobby floor where the mailboxes are was just mopped with a still wet sheen in some places. This has to be the perp's favorite floor preparation method for a Big Event (as defined by them) after vacuum cleaning. And as the perps have been pissing with my parcel deliveries without fail for some nine years now, recieving a parcel is such a Big Event.

I might be the only person who purchases CD's these days, but is seems the perps want to keep me contained in this model rather than the rip-it-for-free (how does the artist make a living?) most of the rest of the world operates in. Even pulling off the shrink wrap from the CD is a noisestalked event, possibly because the cover shows the artist's face (Alela Diane) and viewing her image first through the shrink wrap and then without is also a Big Event.

1320h
This looks to be a housebound containment day, aka shut-in day. Such followed when I initially shaved my legs a few months ago. I am being kept company by the four CD's that arrived today. The weather is good enough to do landscape maintenance at my mother's place, but somehow I lack the initiative to get going. All these "somehows" in retrospect were perp imposed it seems, though I do not know why they arrange events and their relative importance.

2115h
More music listening, this time to Suzanne Vega, A Retrospective. I am not totally won over, but she is listenable for the most part. Not as folkie as I expected as I learned, and as the album booklet suggests.

Plenty of bookmarking web pages tonight, having "found" Rolling Stone's Greatest 500 albums of all time. Sort of, as it has a heavy rock music (aka punk, heavy metal) bias and some of the albums are anthologies that were released later. Anyhow, a rich vein to see if I am missing some essential albums of the kind of music I prefer, as in melodic with lyrics that add up to a story or statement. Now to rip the four albums to disc to build my digital library. And here we are, still in pissing matches over music file formats; WMA, FLAC, Apple Lossless. That takes planning to have something so fundamental so messed up. I wonder who would of arranged that?

Enough of the daily dulldom for this contained shut-in day, post body (arms) hair first time shave, surely today's Big Event.

Saturday Dullness

1315h
A quieter Saturday for some reason, but with the escalated display of plasma and maser beams that has become the "new norm". And these visual interuptors get to the point of arriving in my central vision and sitting exactly over top of where I am looking. And masers routinely proliferate where I am about to pick something up, place it down, or accompany my hand as I grasp an object and pull it closer. Also, sudden burst of grey and white striations erupt at an oblique angle from say, orthogonal features like this LCD display as I type this up.

And even last night's CD ripping activity wasn't sabotaged to a great degree, Exact Audio Copy worked, save for one 10 minute spell when the normally green status in the Windows 7 tool bar went a fugly dark red color, and that was when two separate rounds of Asian jabber erupted outside of my door. Part of this event was to have me put on the headphones (magnetic fields note) and listen to the audio track that begat the error message, and lo, if it wasn't that it was a track that was finished long before the red status bar erupted. In other words, the red morphing status bar, ostensilbly to draw my attention to a CD ripping error on a track, occured after this putative cause according to the log file. Anyhow, there have been so many behaviors and conventional physical incongruities of late, that causal, or more like an excuse, is the least of the perp's concerns. Yesterday at breakfast, after placing the yogurt into a bowl with a spoon, there was a sudden arrival from an impossible angle of yogurt splatter that unerringly landed onto my black underwear, white on black, and how many times have I mentioned the greyscale colors being in such perp demand?

Other games were to have every music file listed with a orange clementine icon, "from" the Clementine player and ripping software that I had loaded earlier in the day. Getting rid of software seems also to have extra perp interest if the coincident flashing plasma and noisegames is a guide, which it usually is. Attempting to fix the fix extension association didn't work as the FLAC files somehow weren't listed.

On the though-stalking front, the perps seemed to have gained the upper hand in cancelling my thoughts as to categorizing their behavior, usually provoked by their harassment stunts. Ready works like "asshole" and "jerk" and the rest of that negative notion encapsulation have now essentially stopped. All the thought-stalking harassment/associated noise seems to track is when I switch my attention from one unimportant thought meme to another, say, while shaving, perp planted notions to getting back to concentrating what I am doing, ie. shaving. All vital moments for the perps, and I cannot imagine how dull that might be, especially when it is nearing an nine year quest, the perps going overt/beserk in 04-2002.

Other games that are going on are plenty of dialog box op-ups interfering exactly where I am reading, one application popping over another with dialog boxes, often in succession. Later, the same application doesn't behave the same with the same apparent cause.

1345h
And I see that the CD ripper has error-ed again, so the alternate software is being used, which names its files differently. One CD now gets copied and compressed into FLAC from two differing CD ripping applications, again, a fascinating event for the perps given how long they have been doing these kind of stunts. I cannot understand what is so interesting about file and folder naming, and yet they force this on me all the time. Last night they had the cursor jump outside the folder naming dialog box, effectively truncating the name, and at the same time, having me type the full name and not finding out about their little stunt until after the fact. This happened at least three times last night, so no coincidence there.

1625h
A see that this blog content were deleted, even if I frequently save in Blogspot. I have been through hundreds of file deletions, cut & paste capers where a whole drive just disappears, and all permutations and combinations that I can think of. And still I wonder what is in it for the perps, beyond juvenile-level gratification.

I cannot even figure out why they select some for overt treatment, casting them as a TI, and for others they must continue covert coverage, managing to keep themselves from being noticed in all the stunts they must pull. And to what advantage? They could elicit cooperative research, but obviously something out there is extremely important that still needs covert/stealh sabotage.

[As it turns out, I was wrong and the older file version showed up and was intact; still, multiple versions of the same file isn't supposed to happen].

2045h
Last of the recent pics.
Taken 02-23-2011, overnight snow arrived to everyone's surprise, and more in the daytime. I thought it most odd that someone cleaned the sidewalk to facilitate gangstalking action, but didn't attend to all the related egress clearing needed in the courtyard egress to the apartment residence. The near permanent black pickup truck with the tonneau cover was in place, also getting snow, to the right side parking lot. Getting a bobcat bucket loader as seen just above the rail in the picture center must of took some mettle to find on such a day, and all the more odd that it is clearing public streets instead of hired for parking lots where it would command the highest rate.

And that ridiculous plywood panel with the dayglo painted message in the driveway to the parking lot is still there, 03-05-2011. The plywood panel only showed up when the snow came, and now it still serves as some kind of perp prop, the snow long gone, now over a week. And have I not long mentioned the proclivity of the perps to use plywood as one of their seeming problematic materials. What they tell me is that the phenolic glue resins need to be studied, which is also the very same compound class as anthocyanins (aka bioflavinoids) found in plants. Surely by now the perps have had someone eat plant material with a radionuclear marker on it to find out where these compounds disperse to in the human  body? One never can tell how prepared the perps are for their studies, but aI wouldn't doubt this has "happened" surrepticiously.

Neither rain, nor sleet nor hail or snow will keep the posties doing their red color gangstalking games, which includes days like 02-23-2011. And even the driver is out delivering cardboard boxes, (read portable brown reference color) as seen just in front of the delivery van walking on the sidewalk. I even get red post office delivery vans in the evenings in private parking lots of commercial businesses.

This photo of my glasses is taken the following morning before I cleaned them. Every evening for the past four months, the perps place these scuffings on the lenses as some kind of testing in limiting the amount of light that reaches my eyes. This is a light scuffing, and it varies between the lenses and the degree of opacity. Taken 02-24-2011.

Taken 02-24-2011, a satellite dish arranged on the fence, center top of picture. Now the third neighbor at the rear of the First Feral Family backyard to get a satellite dish. I have become suspicious of these because they show up with such proximate profusion, not to mention that they had a 8' one aimed at my apartment when they first went overt/beserk in 04-2002.

 2210h
Another never-before memory wash/deletion. There is a TV/Stereo store with a prominent name in this neighborhood and my mother "happens" to mention needing to get a new TV, and I "happen" to mention this store as one gets customer service, a vital ingredient for purchasing unfamiliar technology (big 20 y.o. CRT TV in the living room). We have done this particular little bait-and-respond game at least 6x in the last two years, and have both walked by the store together more than twice. So... today... I am online web surfing and looking at integrated stereo, CD player, DAC, amplifier, network access and a few other techno goodies, and come across the Naim UnitiQute. So I look up the nearest Canadian dealer and it is this same aforementioned local store. But instead of it being an affirming recollection, the planted perception was that I had never heard of this store, and was totally unaware it was the same one that I had been exposed to and seen. Then over the next two hours they dribbled in supporting perceptions that it was the same store that I had long known. Never have I had such a total memory wipeout about spatial objects in my locale. I can only assume it was the perps doing their insane mind-fuck games, but this is getting very disconcerting it has gone down to this level.

2300h
Music listening tonight, and from CD's no less when I finished all my CD ripping. Funny how these perverse things "happen". Its late and I will blog off on this very dull day.

New Year Hot Rods

1530h
A hot-rod noise New Year's Day so far. Noise only, as I haven't seen one even when I look outside. That and the babbling dudes, first before I got up, and adroitly timed to when I don't have my earmuffs on; eating, showering, shaving, tea-time with chocolate, and especially so. Anytime I put brown colored food in my mouth it is a big deal, and the noisescape is appropriated tuned for the occasion. Which is why I get scripted to eat chocolate 3x per day; once at breakfast, an afternoon tea-time and then an evening tea-time. As before, never had this "problem" before the perps went overt/beserk in 2002, and it is now a daily event, seeming to support their brown color games. And supporting their apartment intrusion in 04-2002 when they first broke out of covert mode, displaying brown plasma beam flashes that sent me into an immediate fatigue state and causing me to collapse on the floor. Then five days later they did this while I was driving on the I-5 at 0530h, and slumping in my seat until they beamed me with something to snap me out of this instant lethargy. So.. to make a long story short, while mind-control is part of the research objectives, it seems that the colors are too, and especially all those substances and organs in one's body (red, deep green, deep blue, grey, white). Which makes me wonder if these deranged suicide bombers aren't just executing the perp master plan and giving themselves over to  covert research, by having their contents spew at high speeds past objects and persons for the remote covert energetics researchers to evaluate and measure. And they do like to send ridiculous Fuckwits running about in nice clothes, no matter how stupid it looks. Whether these events are related cannot be ascertained, but needless to say, the perps do like to invoke bleeding, cutting me while shaving being their daily stunt, though one street assault also aided their cause. And when blood is magnetic, and when one is kept in a densified magnetic field (over 1600 Gauss), why, the perps just might like to get some real blood from the inside to the outside to be energetically evaluated.

And it was a big deal earlier when I finished reading The Dark Side of Camelot by Seymour Hersh this morning. The overhead rumbling noise through the earmuffs, hot rod noise, and faux neighbor water usage were all put on for the event of finishing a book. Other hijinx this morning was dealing with the avocado oil mess that was to be an anti-oxidizing bath for my shaving razors, but as it stank so bad it was abandoned and the oil dumped down the sink. This is the second attempt to get this going, and to do Razor Guard on the cheap, as it does work, razors lasting three weeks in my experience. Anyhow, I now have this pint of avocado oil to dispose of, and the salad greens are so wretched at this time of year, so I will have to dream up something. All that oil chemical ether must be good for something, as this is the second attempt and will be the last one until a compelling product comes along. It is most strange these perp sponsored obsessions, sometimes a year in the making, and then when undertaken, it is a total failure. And no doubt, all to measure the energetics of avocado oil and my razor holder and blade insert.

This looks to be a shut-in day as no family stuff is planned for today, as it will be tomorrow. I have no idea as to what these days confer, except to be captive for whatever is interesting for the perps. The plasma and maser beams have been heavy today, getting three separate blue flashes while handing the deep green avocado oil and cleaning it up, same blue color each time in two locations. As I have mentioned in past blogs, the perps have a strong interest in various food oils and have managed my nut butter and cooking oil intake, making some big changes for the first time in 2010. They had me on coconut butter for 6 months almost, and cooking with coconut oil, with olive oil being relegated for salads, and then cutting me off salad in 10-2010. Surely to fuck they could mess with those in the essential oils business and figure out what they are after? But no, they have me use or ingest these oils and don't seem to be giving it a rest, despite my rage-fied exhortations and demands. Other nut games were to have me eating hazel nuts with my cereals for a month and almonds for at least 6 weeks before that. Now back to hemp seed which had been a staple since 2005 when they pinched down the supply of flax seed, eliminating it from my diet. But, they are having me eat flax seed puff crackers, so who knows what the fuck is going on with their relentless putzing over what plant oils I eat or have on hand, or ending today, dip my shaving razor blades into. One morning they even fucked me into having hazel nuts and hemp seed on my cereals, surely a cross-over combination they wanted before I switched to the latter. As always, the packaging is important too; glass jars with metal lids, plastic bags or plastic tubs, etc. I don't pretend to know what is the interest for the perps, but it seems that the container conveys some kind of energetics into the food inside of it, and that the perps which to pick up the differences, say, hemp seed from soft sided mylar packaging to that of a different rigid plastic tub. And here they are, over eight years of initiating this insane abuse because they lack the gumption to front for themselves and gain cooperation (with cash). What are they after and why is it so important to play dumbshit covert games when they have surely imformed thousands of shills as to what this entire and extreme Fuckover is about?

A new term for the New Year, Electronic Concentration Camp. The good news is that this isn't coming from a TI, but someone who has critically observed the things that are unfolding as news, and put this thesis together. I have yet to inform the author that he is exactly correct, and there are at least two thousand of us active English speaking TI's that are living this reality every day, and know full well it could be applied to anyone without their knowledge.

And as the perps seem to have a fascination with water, and rivers especially, I would not be surprised if they didn't have a hand in this local prank, adding flourescent dye into a salmon bearing stream and having hikers about to observe the outcome. More green color variation games, and it does seem that the perps are going for more color variants these days. The latest was to "two tone" an elastic band holding the cling wrap onto the flax crackers package; one side is light brown, the other a little darker, and it is just so much fun to play these dumbshit games, ad nauseum.

And if you want a significant body of reading to comprehend what the perps are up to, here is the Wayback archive of the Fortean Times "It Happened To Me" section that was pulled in 2006. Its the same fuckers, just being covert, save for when they got noticed or else wanted to be seen. The vehicular accident report was interesting (MIBs arriving before a vehicle accident, three different times), as was the child who got teleported from outside where a thunderstorm was threatening to inside a nearby house, somehow getting past a locked gate where the child was too short to open it by himself. (No links as there are too many to go through). It is hours of reading if you are a TI, and want to expand your horizons as to what is happening in the covertly applied abuse world, for which us TI's get a ringside seat, but the abuse too.

1820h
A run through my booklinks I thought would be supportive of this blog. A tornado in mid-December near Salem, OR. Like WTF; we never get tornados in the PNW, and we get one in December. Something is screwy with the weather. Also tornados two days ago (Dec. 39) in Arkansas, another highly anomalous tornado event IMHO.

2130h

Taken 12-12-2010. Some strange grainy substance on this burner I never put on, mostly because I don't cook with more than one. This is the burner where the tea and coffee pots sit when brewing or steeping. And as the perps have a obsessive conditon over the color brown, it seems they needed some contrasting tones to be placed under the coffee pot, especially while brewing, French press style. I get plasma fields in the coffee bag, and I get gangstalked all over with coffee packing Fuckwits, so it seems the perps need more color variance around my own coffee making.

 Taken 12-12-2010. These EH plates in the center aren't allowed to stack flat like they came when new about a month ago. Flat plates are not allowed, so the perps warp them. The R. side larger plates were given to me by Ms. L in 2001, and it seems the perps are working on white color variations of this all important item, crockery that I eat from. The R. dinner plates have a bluish tone to the white, while the EH plates are straight white. Important things for the assholes these day.

 Taken12-14-2010. A four cluster of pickups and vans on the rough lot, and of no seeming business there, color coordinated in black, white, silver-grey and mid-grey, and per usual, bearing ladders, a very prominent perp prop.

 Taken Nov. 23, 2010. The boom trucks are a constant factor in my TI existence, though I haven't heard of other TI's mentioning this. But here they have one unattended outside my place, pretending to be working on the lines. Most often I get two together, and even a cluster of three boom trucks for whatever advantage that the perps gain from this bullshit. Two vans are parked on the rough lot behind the tree for no seeming reason as there is never any work going on there or the adjacent building. The black pickup withe the black tonneau cover is in its usual spot in the parking lot, being there all the time for the past month. And even a police vehicle, white, parked on the L. side street. This is the usual color and markings of all Victoria police, and not that black and white throwback livery in yesterday's blog pic.

 Taken 12-23-2010. If in doubt, bring in semi-trucks and trailers, and park them on the wrong side of the street, because the parking stalls will be cleared out in advance. A busy shopping day, though one has to wonder why these stalls weren't occupied, but instead, arranged and illegally parked semi-trucks in readiness for me to be going to the local supermarket that morning, and gone when I came back. In their place was a red (smaller) 5 tonne delivery truck on by short walking beat to the supermarket and back.

 2205h
Another shut-in day, though never free from the noise games. They like to arranged the dude talk to be overheard when I don't have my earmuffs on; e.g. while eating, shaving and the like. Amazing neighbor timing to say the least. And just now, a body zapping with a simultaneous tapping noise, with my headphones on. Could listening to music, now that it is happening more often be another angle of brain/body fucking? Penguin Cafe is very esoteric music to getting zapped by, but I suppose the assholes had this figured out long ago.

Blogging off and pondering if I will be allowed to sleep tonight without dream invasions. More bizarre dreams this morning, with the assholes keeping me in bed until 1000h for a 10hr sleep.

2300h
Another perp stunt; starting Youtube while a music file is playing. I cannot count the number of times they have clobbered a known song/music with an extra one coming in from myspace or youtube tab, though not open or clicked, suddenly bursts forth at the same time a music file is playing.

Another stunt was that I was going to use FileBoss to do a duplicate search on all my pictures to weed out the folders, and lo, if they didn't block the file name search parameter being used. I tried to do it on file size as that was availible, and it didn't run. Fucking beserk. Even manual folder renaming is getting jerked with.

Shut In and Contained

1620h
 A 1000h get up time, payback for getting to bed at 0130h, after listening to the wonderous jazz chanteuse, Barb Jungr, this week's big discovery. It seems they only want me to wear headphones on for a few evening hours, having banned them for so long, and then sabotaging my good ones, the Grado pair. Plus the sun was out and beaming through the kitchen while I was making breakfast, and having direct sun on me, even at this time of year, is a big deal as well as having an intervening window.

So far, a shut-in day, and no phone calls, the recent recruiter interest went dead for no declared reason. It looks to be a dull one, save the astonishing revelations in The Dark Side of Camelot, an unflinching and exhaustive espose of JFK and related family and how they operated. If one though ill of Bill Clinton and his "bimbo eruptions" as they were called by his staff, JFK was far worse, and even to the point that large companies were surveiling his girlfriends' places to have the dirt on him to then effect a major buying decision. Ditto for how LBJ got to be vice president; he had Hoover's backing on the dirt on JFK, and secured himself the VP job after JFK had made a decision on someone else. Interesting that it then later led to him going to Dallas in November, 1963, with LBJ there in total protocol violation of having the prez and the VP together at the same location, apart from official ceremonies. Some deep conspiratorial undercurrents there, and I don't think we know a tenth of what really went on. Leading me to yet again question, just how much of what goes on is controlled? I don't yet have an answer to that one, but the perps make sure I am constantly asking that.

And an infernal zit bleed last night that went on for ten minutes, arranged to be on top of my nose and self-erupting in keeping with them having done this 2x previously, though with spontaneous bleed from pore on my nose. All too strange they need to do this so late in the day.

It followed an online order I had just made to Amazon.ca, somehow scooping getting some "import" CDs as listed on Amazon.com at a much preferred price, this Country being the seeming import source for at least one of them. Another CD was unavailible in the US, but availible here, though a US label and artist. I sometimes get these strange deals, and have no idea as to why. Other times, I get nailed to the wall, with jacking up the power bill being a stunt of theirs, now replaying at least 3x since they went overt/beserk on  me.

2255h
More book reading after dinner, and then booting up the PC, all to have a sudden tiredness spell come over me, so I shut it down without even logging in, the second such nap attack timing in the last three weeks. Then a chill came over me, so on with the dark olive green sweater, before the nap. Again, sweater donning just before or just after these forced evening naps has "happened" at least 4x for these nap attack series of the last month, 2x to 4x/week. Don't ask me what they get from these, though I am lying down on top of my bed and the mostly yellow top blanket, one of their favourite fuckover colors they like me to know about.

More book reading tonight, The Dark Side of Camelot, an expose of how the Kennedy government really ran, and the astonishing lapses in security with the constant flow of babes that JFK needed. Also, his back channel dealings that secured deals with the Soviets, unknown to the negotiation team he had in place. Very yucky, and makes one wonder if politics at the high level is any different now, or perhaps worse. Don't know, but if there is a perp agenda one can be sure that extra FUD and inanity will prevail for unknown reasons. This piece on Haliburton and CIA overcharging and that it continued with Cheney's direct involvement is astonishing. I am not enamoured with all the articles on Fourwinds, though this is the most exhaustive and convincing. Another piece suggests the Gulf Oil Spill this year was started by a N. Korean sabotage unit, and posits that some big share trading in advance is also suggestive that someone knew what was coming down. Hard to be sure, though I suspect it was human malfeasance, not to let Haliburton off the hook either, as they did the well lining and sealing work on the Deepwater Horizon. Given their rapacious and deviant track record in Iraq, I would not be surprised if there was a sabotage element to this disaster, even if the above link isn't believed.

Anyhow, not much to report on this shut-in day, not even getting out into the hallway for laundry or attending to the garbage. Someone wanted me on an effective lockdown today.

So... blogging off with overhead rumbling starting up and loud muffler vehicles sounding off, also getting through the earmuffs. No music allowed tonight for whatever reason, likely due to imposed limitations on wearing headphones, read, magnets at one's ears. And that in conjunction with being kept in a densified magnetic field for over 8 years, as measured by instruments more than once. Anyhow, you know all this I would think.

Week Day Doldrums

1755h
A bleak shut-in day so far, which is odd for a weekday, as Saturdays are the perps' favorite tied-to-the-desk days. But they were in fine form this morning, giving me some screaming action over their provocations of moving the dinner plate when attempting to spread coconut butter on the tortilla on the said plate. When I held the plate so it wouldn't move, why, the assholes moved the tortilla. Plus crumb and dog hair inundations, especially the latter when shaving and cleaning the counter top surfaces. So... when these imposed provocations and planted reactions get to this level I always ponder what is different that would cause them to enrage me, as it always seems to be a supporting activity. A new jar of coconut butter was opened this morning, the first since two months ago, and I know the perps are fucking nuts about me eating this particular food item.

Just like when acquiring it recently, the perps were all over me. I had intended to purchase some before setting off on my recent road trip but that didn't happen, largely because I need to borrow my mother's vehicle to do so. As it "happened", when visiting my brother, sister-in-law and niece in Kamloops, we visited a health food store and I introduced coconut butter to them. My sister-in-law picked up one jar, and I picked up two as it was simply more convenient to do so. Anyhow, parallel testing me for the same foods from the same locations isn't new, but an almighty gangstalking surge erupted as we went to our respective cashiers, and one can be sure that purchasing coconut butter is a BIG DEAL for the assholes who have been assiduously inserting themselves in and around every food item I have touched or selected for the past eight years. At breakfast the next day I had some of my sister-in-law's coconut butter, but as far as I could tell, I was the only one eating it there. It was purchased for my niece who is a mighty picky eater, and she didn't want to even try any. Call it the First Feral Family sit-around while the victim eats coconut butter.

That might be one explanation for why the perps went fucking beserk on me this morning at breakfast, or it might be because I did a nut shave for them last night. They like to bring on the noise from the hallway and the elevator outside this apartment when that happens, and often follow-on mornings get extra attention. Of a minor note, I was using a Gillette 3 Extreme razor insert/blade for the first time, as they had me botch modifying the Shick razor handle and had me throw it out along with the three blade insert. The Schick had two teflon rub strips, one green and one yellow, and the Gillette had a same green and a white rub strip. Not that I give a shit, but as I have come to find, it is off intense fascination for the sickos. While in the bath tub, a piece of black lint arrives exactly on my right big toe, over top of the brown toenail they gave me. I don't know where this fluff is coming from, but it seems to arrive at the oddest times and places. I can get into other details over this topic but will refrain, and modesty too is a planted notion I have come to find.

I learned yesterday that a Data Modeler position had been filled, one I had applied for four days previously. Since I have been in contact this this IT firm in July, I was expecting that they would let me in on the job before I came across in on Craigslist. But no, I found it there, and yesterday, I found it was filled. Which leads me to the topic of "bait" job postings. An awfully high percentage of the posted jobs are from local businesses, or have content related to my past career, experience or aspirations. I suspect this wasn't a real job, it was purely "bait" right down my alley, me being the involuntary pin. I see that anthor local IT shop was also advertising this job and that also "happened" to be in discussion with me in 12-2010, and then suddenly went incommincado. And they didn't contact me about this latest Data Modeler job either, so WTF? If IT recruiters suddenly stop communicating then there is something else going on, based on prior experience.

And noise all day long today, strangely getting through the ear muffs, on an as needed basis (their needs). When I sat on my bed and read some of "21 Dog Years" about a cubicle worker's life in the early days of Amazon.com, they cranked up the noise such that was at greater volume in my ear muffs than when I took them off. Of note, the book is set in the early days of Amazon.com, 1998 to 2000, and I interviewed with them in mid 1998, for a Data Modeler position. An interesting experience in any event, and certainly begetting more Amazon.com empathy. Even my book reading is charged with sychronicities that just boogle my mind as to how do they arrange all this.

A new book on gangstalking I see, Closing the Gap. I haven't read it and nor do I know the author.

1900h
It is firecracker season, only a few days before Halloween, and all the more rarer that they are illegal here. But... legality never mattered to the perps of course, their entire organization is predicated on illegality, more than the mafia even. The firecracker noises are amazing in that they are timed to initiating and viewing a new web page, turning a physical page in a book etc. Just to think, I am going to head out into the night for my chocolate fix, as that is the BIG EVENT of the day it seems, keeping me cooped up just for that.

2310h
A trip out to the local supermarket begat the usual Fuckwit gangstalkers coursing around me. Then it got worse at the checkout with an additional staff member doing an encirclement and eventually walking out the customer aisle where I had just come through. As always, the moment of financial transaction is a BIG DEAL for the assholes.

A mellow evening with endless plasma pattern flashes on this here LCD while listening to videos and audios. Neko Case rules this evening. Time to blog off and end this scene for the day, such as it has been.

In and Then Out of Stock Overnight

1030h
 A major office supply outfit had a Dymo 450 Twin Turbo Labelwriter on for an excellent price and so I ordered it late last night, as  their zip postal code based web page indicated it was deliverable the next business day. And lo, if the assholes didn't somehow run out of stock in the night at at this location and suggest alternatives that were $50 or more in their email this morning. Like WTF; why does this bullshit keep happening to me? We aren't talking about the usual flood of gangstalkers and the freakshow here, just an single item order and poof, it suddenly becomes unavailible. They promised local delivery even and they had me all set to wait all day for it, but those plans have changed. Another case of too good to be true, though this isn't the first time that I have been suckered into a "deal" only to have it dissipate due to a "problem" that erupted in the night. Go figure.

1540h
The assholes are shaking my chair in a vibratory manner, adding onto the fact they were making me fall asleep while seated in front of this LCD.

Nothing too dramatic today, though it looks to be a shut-in day as there is no compelling reasons to head out and the morning rain keeping me from my intended gardening activities at the First Feral Family home. So far, only a hundred or so yellings at the assholes for poking or jabbing me with unseen force fields. The plasma and maser images and flashes number in the 500's or more so far, there isn't a single instant of the day where I don't have some kind of visual aberration in my field of view.

They had me starting green tea today, different than the 8 months of reddish rooibus tea, and lo, if they didn't have a bright deep flake metallic green vehicle outside with a posse of eight or so white or silver-grey vehicles around it. A two second glance out the window while crossing the room, and there it was. They were stopped at a traffic control light, and as soon as I thought to take a picture, they began to move off. It simply amazes me as to the extent of their arrangements for the brief looks out the window.

1825h
I see this was prematurely published, even before I have finished this shut-in day blog posting.

The perps' interest in ceramic blade cut food as opposed to knife cut food reached greater proportions of mundaness. After putting the carrots through a 0.5mm slicing, making them transparent almost unless the slices are stacked, in which case they take on a pink salmon hue, they forced to take a pee, moving me well away from the kitchen. So not only do I get a color change from disposing the pee, I also give my hands a substantially different signature after washing them. Once done, I sliced the lemon cucumber on the mandoline slicer, at 1.3mm. Given the perps' intense interest on what knife or blade type I use to slice my food, I am not surprised by a forced pee during this activity.

2325h
A runaway keyboard/mouse earlier, where text was being inserted with my hands off the keyboard or mouse. Taking an hour out to read some The Shock Doctrine seemed to be the imposed activity, and the PC problems were gone by the next boot up. I am reading a secondhand copy of the Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein, and it has a reflective silver colored dust jacket. The copy that I had read some of when at the TI meeting in Nanaimo had a red softcover. And I suppose now that I have read the same begining chapters of both versions with their different jacket colors is a big deal for the perps. I got all manner of extra dude talk noise, music noise and outside vehicle noise (loud hotrod mufflers, ill maintained mufflers) while reading the book. This takes me back to the early 2003 harassment days when they would move the dust cover off the hardcover right under my fingers. And all the better that the content I was reading was about a woman who suffered psychiatric abuses at the hands of Dr. Ewan Cameron, the infamous mind trasher of the 1950's to 1961 at McGill University in Montreal. It seems that I might have been there too as a 2 to 4 yo. child when my father finished his PhD in Geology in 1959 at McGill. Naomi Klein visits a survivor of Dr. Cameron's psychic driving who has no recollections of her life before the age of 20, and who has terrible recall problems even with short term memory. In her case she secured her patient records to find out what happened when she started out as a nursing student there. A precis is here (another), with the question as to what else did they do? Well, they did this to children as well as adults. And furthermore, they put children immobilized with curare inside boxes of snakes according to Carol Rutz (A Nation Betrayed).

That is it for this dull shut-in day.                            

Nap Attack

1635h
A 50 minutte nap just ended, and I suppose it is a better deal than yesterday where they put me through the preliminary nodding off while seated, and then wouldn't let me sleep after 15 minutes of horizontal time, only to bear the noise parade.

A shut-in day today, and the usual dullness associated with that. I don't know which is better even; dull shut-in time or else gangstalked action when out in public.

I applied for an advertised job at the farm I worked four months at last year. I saw the job posting yesterday, and than again today, knowing I didn't have to dress up my resume much. The nature of the known farm employment seems to be that they don't keep track of former employees, and don't bother to even try. Last year, it was much the same circumstances; a May job posting and they never contacted me, even after a second phone call. This year I have four months of work with them, though that may make no difference to employee continuity, given the past experience.

And I might have moved up the job rejection ladder a notch; I actually got a rejection notice from an organization that I thought I had a good chance in at least snagging an interview. Better than no notice, but it amounts to the same, and this bullshit orchestration the assholes seem to relish when it comes to one of their favorite Fuckover themes; employment and/or lack thereoff. Earlier this morning I was playing web page monitor on behalf of my brother who was moblie, doing his garage sale sorties. He needed to know an address that hadn't been released until 1000h, and kept phoning to find out if it had been added to the  online ad copy. Last night he told me it would the estate sale location would be revealed at 0930h, but when I red the ad, it said 0930h, though it was 1000h when it actually happened. So he sucked me into an extra hour of monitoring from the outset, and as it turned out, an extra 1.5 hours to bump up the phone contact duration, at least five phone calls, aided by the fact that he won't look at his mobile phone messages. Then, when I had just recited the address to him, his cell phone cut out, and I had to do it again. It seems even the act of making contact with someone is a stalkable/fuckable event, so I can now add that to the increasing repetoire of perp obsession themes.

And related to the perp's employment obsession theme, said in-town brother asked me last night what I was doing tomorrow, and I told him "nothing much". Even the concept of idling one's time doing squat has been known to be of intense interest, and it might be why this spell of no employment has been brought on, since two weeks in February after the daffodil picking ended. I was also asked three days ago during a First Feral Family get together on Mother's Day what work I had found. It is rare they even ask me, and also interesting that last night's call from the in-town brother was on this theme. They know exactly what my disposition is, long before I do, and they know all the themes the sickos are working on, and then set up up with these (playing) dumb ass questions. And who knows, maybe the entire world economic downturn is due in part to the perp's interests in quantifying their concepts around employment.

I had great ambitions to get a new keychain today, one with a short knife blade on it, but that motivation somehow slipped away, and I had to be content with looking at them online. The perps like rendering me with "warm up" activities, say, catalog shopping, and then pour on the gangstalker resources when I actually do shop for the item, the big word being instantiation, making intentions/plans in this case, real.

And I am stil not allowed to get onto the Oracle studying material as I had planned for over a month ago. The zeal to get Linux literate, or more like, to re-invoke my Unix knowledge, has also lapsed, and that 750Gb drive in the tray that fits the replaceable drive sits on my desk unit, untouched. A fucking piss off to say the least, as that is what I wanted to do, and prepared for. But as mentioned many times, the perps do like to have magnets about me under their introductory terms, and that the disk drive being rotational magnetic media sitting some 2' from me on a bare wood shelf just might have been what the whole deal was about. And I see the Linux book has it front cover springing into a permanent arc, the usual fate of books in my proximity, revealing the first few pages past the cover. Been there, done that.

1915h
I found that the Mind Control Forums site was gone, and it is now part of Eleanor White's raven1.net site, MCF. As usual, I was the last to know.

1925h
A screaming rage show over a sudden rush of cognitive impairment over finding, and then not re-finding links to update my static pages, per above discoveries. The assholes can stop one from any cognition while reading, turning it off and on again and having it not register. One can read, and re-read a list five or ten times and only "find" the desired reference when the assholes permit cognition. This bullshit has increased of late and I am getting fucking fed up of being subjected to cognitive impairments that have never been experienced before, and can suddenly be relieved. As always, it is the FUD agenda, along with their personal infliction that compentance is not allowed.

1955h
 More fucking games in arranging a phone call when I was about to save the blog posting and go back to the postings list. The infernal cable company, aka ISP, wants to sell me television, which I tell them that I don't have one, which is technically true. I have a external TV tuner (likely outdated now), but have no wish to watch it anyways, save perhaps the hockey games of late. I get no end of ads and disruption of normal viewing that I got so pissed with it back in 2004, that I gave it up then. I get my weekly TV/EMF bathing once per week when making a Sunday First Feral Family visitation. I suppose too, it is all about keeping me isolated from the mainstream, and I really don't have much to talk about if the subject is about TV content.

I suspect the perps are working me over with various male-ness characteristics, one being voice alone, no visible person, hence these phone calls when the ISP said they wouldn't call because they know I don't have a TV. It used to be a woman doing the soliciting, and now it is a male, and I reckon the male aspects of the seeming traumatization associations of my early years, (specific memories deleted) are still being remedied by the perps. They have placed many more males around me on the bus, and they even put on a white panted one yesterday. For some reason I loathe the sight of sloppy white pants, and here was this Fuckwit arranged as the only gangstalker on this 80' section of sidewalk in white pants and a green jacket. I didn't bother to look when the gangstalker was close, as I can figure out from 80' away that he was a setup.

2125h
I get the dude talk outside my door again, this while having tea and feeding on chocolate, getting fucked into eating two 100g Milka bars. At least three prior enragements beforehand; sending me to the wrong cupboard, replacing a crumb under my fingertip that I had brushed off, and then making the chocolate bar stick inside the opened packaging by some extra-conventional gravitic fuckery.

Yesterday I got the dude talk from outside on the balcony, opposite side, and as soon as I started remarking out loud as to its likely reason, why, the dude talk increased in volume so I could hear it at the same level while talking. Usually one's own speech will drown out most background noise, and this would of been the case except the putative dudes' voices got louder without any change in their pitch or expression. Funny how that bullshit happens.

2355h
Music listening tonight with a background chirping that has an unerring knack of chirping just when I bookmark a site, move a bookmark and the rest of the pC minutiae the sickos hound me over, 24x7

For a laugh, John Prine and Iris Dement, In Spite of Ourselves.

This one is done for a dull shut-in day, so they will be all over me tomorrow when I make my first entrance in gangstalkland.

Saturday Shut-in for Motorcycle Noise

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.