Basket Weaving & Sirens

1655h
It is going to be daffodil picking next week, starting Monday, so three more days of relative do-squat time,- I am reluctant to call it freedom, ever.

Today, I went to the in-town brother's place to feed his cat, per agreement over the past four weeks of his vacation it will be, come Saturday in two days. I spent an hour putzing about to get his front yard shrubs trimmed, and to no avail; I looked all over for his electric hedge trimmer and finally found it, and then for an extension cord, but after pissing around with two short ones, I couldn't get power to the clippers and had to abandon the exercise. Just more of the bullshit that goes on at the First Feral Family house, constant pissing with various lengths of extension cords, and often with odd connectrors so only particular ones in sequence, all discovered by trial-and-error. And of course, controlled "memory failure", as I don't forget this kind of bullshit, and somehow this had become the new norm. I think it is fair to charge him an hour for the putzing, as if he cannot get his extension cord act together then too fucking bad. When I owned a house, I had a heavy duty 75' cord and kept it organized and stored in one place, and never, ever, had this bullshit over finding them, and then getting the correct combinations in sequence. No wonder I somehow "lost" that extension cord, as the perps didn't want me to be organized, but instead, suffer the inane and persistent inefficiencies of the FFF quislings, who somehow seem to be so content to be so permanently inept.

And as part of the plant pruning I was doing, he has some very straight willows that a supple and very green colored, and so I put the supple stalks in a pile for use for weaving into a wicker table mat. Actually two of them is what I am going to make. And sure enough, when I started pruning, the sirens, the hammering and tapping noise, the aircraft noise (local, and STRATCOM), dog barking, door slamming and others started up, often timed to coincide the instant I was cutting the willow stalks and branches. And too, it wasn't the siren noise of current day emergency vehicles, but good old 1960's and earlier sirens, like in old movies of that time. I suppose I was exposed to a number of these siren noises, from gestation to maybe in the 1970's (15 years) when the police and emergency forces seemed to switch all over N. America. Perhaps there is a technology reason for this, as I was once told that the old sirens made noise from air passing over a spinning disc with holes in it, but need to consult the web on that. But it seems that this noise is important to the perps, and if they cannot arrange that, why, the seagull noises start up, even if there are none about.

And the basket/cover mat weaving I am about to do was not feasible until I got the frames re-wetted, and so to keep all the raw wicker shoots and frames wet, I put them in a filled bathtub at my in-town brother's place. (They return from four weeks in Thailand in three days time). I will go back tomorrow and attempt to get one cover mat woven, though I am not an expert on this kind of craftwork, and will likely use some wire to keep it all together, a little bit of a cheat for the real wickercraft folk. I just thought all those grass green supple and straight willow stems shouldn't go to waste. But as so many of the perp props do include basketry and wicker furniture, I am sure I am doing the perp's bidding, especially when soaking them in the bathtub, the mains water which will be much different than the water the plants took up in their cells. And if I hadn't mentioned it before, the properties of water, and where it has been, and what it has been in contact with are of intense perp interest.

And a total gangstalking gong show when I walked 10 minutes to the bus stop... The eight to fiftteen greyscale vehicles, mostly white and silver grey with the odd red one inserted were duly arranged, and even the infernal Esquimalt fire truck (red color in this municipality) "happened" to be out and turning the corner just after I crossed the street at the crosswalk. Another red vehicle launched into the crosswalk identically to a red one two days ago at the same corner, and so it was that trains of vehicles did the slow trawl, including some that were aimed at me when the vehicle came to stop at the yellow painted (no parking) curb adjacent to me. It doesn't matter about the bylaws and regulations for the perps, as they likely oversaw them in their formation in the first place, and they own this town I have come to realize, getting every biddy and body out there on the gangtalking parade, feeding at the trough.

2150h
 In my no-PC/internet time of the past near week, I resumed reading activity, getting into a fascinating book, Treason in the Blood, the story of father and son, the Philbys. The latter was the notorious Kim Philby, and I didn't know much about his father, St. John, a British explorer who ultimately became an advisor to the then Ibn Saud of what became Saudi Arabia. And it was he who lied to the British interests, and had a lead hand in the Saudi royal family of the 1940's to select the US interests (Chevron) to develop their nascent oilfields, to what became Aramco. His refutation was that the the British, of which he was one, was that they were too imperialistic. And look at where we are today. An excellent read if you follow spycraft, or more like, treachery and treasonous bastards, as if we TI's don't get enough of that.

But, the perps have long wanted me to keep up on espionage tales, and Treason in the Blood fills some huge gaps in 20th century history, though much of the espionage files are not released until 2025. I wonder if we will find out then even. I also learned that the UK and US spy efforts before, and after WWII often came to naught, and it seemed that invading forces had been tipped off. So... it seems that there were intense spying games going on and even the Manhattan Project was thought to be infiltrated back as far as 1941. And all along, when I read any history now, I think in parallel terms as to what the perps might have been doing, and did they arrange some of these events and accidents, and what do they get from it?

As I have said before, it just seems to me from the perspective of reading many espionage stories, that this whole business of espionage and counterintelligence and the rest of it is one big zero sum game. The successes of one country in one sphere seem to be countered by their adversaries in another. But it was mighty curious that the UK establishment closed down and didn't want to entertain Kim Philby as an enemy operative in 1951 when he was inadvertently exposed. And the book also raised questions at to his boss who promoted him to chief fox of the henhouse, revealing all the agents and operations against the Soviets, for whom he was covertly working for. And that Kim Philby's protoge of the then nascent CIA, James Angleton, who invited him to be the foriegn liasion officer to the CIA in 1948, also had some oddities in his background that just didn't fit with executing his duties professionally (e.g. many missing files). Anyhow, these intrigues have not yet been sorted out for all those gallant authors who undertake substantial research efforts, and idle speculation is rather pointless. But I will say, it seems that some very senior personnel in the US and UK were acting contrarily to the aims of their government, or at least, were less than forthcoming, and being a TI, I begin to wonder if there wasn't a Third Party (a play on the Third Man), that being the perps themselves (layers upon layers). Suffice to say, I got a huge education in the Cold War exploits and all the intrigues that it involved from Treason in the Blood, as well as the trail of human wreckage it left, especially in the Korean War when it seemed the US miltary plans were betrayed in detail. And so the sirens noise starts up as I finish up this topic.

Anyhow, I think I will call this one done for today, but it seems the perps have not finished with sometimes intense rage-fication abuses of late, and have even escalated me to the levels of the bad-old days of 2003 to 2006. It is that bad at times.

Tapping Noise From the West

1345h
All week I get this tapping noise, as if someone is tapping a long wood beam about 1x/second from outside, the E. side of this here apartment. And now, someone has complimented/augmented the identical noise so now comes from the W. side, the hallway. And too, it can get through my earmuffs somehow. Earlier, there was a high pitched vacuum cleaner whine while attending to the bedsheet laundry, so I assume this noise from yesterday has come to track me again today. It is simply amazing how these noises can persist, and then be replicated identically from the opposite direction from where they usually come from. No big deal, just the regular imposed abuse.

1555h
The putative apartment neighbor (the third such strange one in three years), the quintesential dweebe (nervous, hunched over and submissive looking) "happened" to be outside in the hallway when I exited my door to take my laundry to the laundry room. He does about two showings a month, nearly always "happening" to be crossing my path. But today I just about freaked out as his head was totally shaved bald, as in a skin-head, and worse yet, with red spots on his pate. Bigtime fugly. Then he stops at the elevators and one "happens" to be there and opens up as I pass it by. He crosses my path to get in it, and I keep my eyes on the silly 1960's carpeting so I don't see this disgusting aparition any more.

Then on my way to the local supermarket this afternoon, why, there he is again, walking toward me. Again, I avert my eyes so I don't see any more of this digusting freak than I have to.

And I am recovering from the five minute shopping trip for a Saturday newspaper. As expected, after a prior day of shut-in time, they went beserk with the number and placement of gangstalkers. I was only in the store for two minutes, and it went from no checkout lines to all of them backed up five deep when I was ready with my few groceries. They had four gangstalkers ahead of me at the frozen goods case containing the tortillas, and then the Ezekeil tortillas were mixed with the former kind I liked, some kind of packaging comparison/interaction thing. I had gangstalkers at every turn I made, and I was glad to get the fuck out of there.

But first, the checkout game; I picked the one that promised to be the quickest to get through, and after a few minutes the one next door opens up, declares themselves to be open, and I move to it. This time, they jerked me around, and as the cashier wasn't as ready as she made out, and so I had to wait another minute or so, and suffer in the knowledge that if I had stayed in the original checkout I would of got out of the supermarket sooner. Anyhow, I had the usual extra noise and close-in of others while I did my PIN on the keypad and paid by debit card (magnetic swipe has to be interesting for those keeping me in a densified magnetic field). And I still had more gangstalkers to get through, dithering at the exit seems to be a bid deal of late.

Then while waiting at the crosswalk, the sirens started up, and lo, if it wasn't the police in their white Dodge Sprinter van and lights flashing blue and red, coming from the S. to make a L. turn onto the street that this apartment block is on. And if that noise assault on the ears wasn't enough, another white police Sprinter van came from the N. and made a R. turn, to follow the first one. Sirens all day yesterday, and a few earlier today (noise only), and then two of the real thing making turns ahead of me walking the same street. All very interesting that they came from opposite directions, and this is highly consistent with the gangstalking goings on in having the same ambulatory Fuckwit do back and forths along the route I am walking. Another variant is having a vehicular gangstalker make a U-turn in mid-street beside me. As mentioned before, cardinality and direction of travel are exceedingly important variables for the assholes, getting back to the anisotropy of their seeming energetics assay activities.

Another tip-off of a very important outing was the attention they give to a set-up at the apartment lobby on the ground floor. This time, the door was propped open with a piece of brown furniture, and a plastic water bottle was placed on it. And four Fuckwits were making out to be wandering around or talking, as if they were taking a break from moving, even if there was no moving van. Then at least another four, one being the walking the bicycle act again, this time arranging it so he passed me on my right side, wearing brown. Anyhow, not a big deal, save another 50 or so Fuckwits in the next 120' or so until I got to the local supermarket. It just astounds me as to the degree of effort and planning that goes into scripting me me for a five minute return trip to the supermarket, all of the above being the example today.

When in the lobby, I find a notice ffor attempted parcel delivery at 1130h. I was here all day, and the phone did not ring for anyone delivering a parcel. Back this bullshit again, which seems to be mostly about having to pack a brown box from the post office back to my place, a self-referential color prop  instead of the loopy Fuckwits packing flattened boxes on their heads as they pass me by.

Enough dull events for today, this one is done.

One Thorny Question

1425h
I have an appointment with my employment case manager in 30 minutes when I thought I had finished up the training grant application with her yesterday. But in this "do-it-again' world I have imposed upon me, lo, if she didn't phone me back late yesterday to say there was a further application form I had to fill out. So...., I get to visit her again, and as it is Thursday, I had my yoga earlier and feel limber. But as the sickos devote so much effort to gangstalking me after yoga, I am sure they have a plan for the timing of these post-yoga events. All that spine stretching and twisting is a big payday for them it seems, as plenty of public gangstalkers are also doing stretching and spine twisting in the street; e.g. bend-overs, looking over their shoulders at nothing, pointing their arms as if giving directions to someone, and other absurd set ups.

But the thorniest question of the application form is: "how does this physical or mental impairment restrict your ability to perform daily tasks?"

Last time I wrote:

"Constant adversity in doing normal things; snagging, slipping, and sticking of clothing, papers, fingers etc. as if extra-conventional gravitic abuse was applied by remote means in real-time and by the aid of total and abidding surveillance. A huge increase of forced typos in excess of normal since this disability began, and it still continues 7.5 years later. Also, being jabbed, pinched, struck and hit by objects that were, at best, proximate and were not causal as no contact was observed."

I wonder what I should put this time, as I am stumped (har, har), and it seems that I am getting dithered in putting a reasonable reply together. I will need to get the employment counsellor's help on this one, as she said not to put anything too "out there" (freaky, as in reality perturbing) in the application. Onto to the case manager meeting.

But, a sudden intervening phone call for me to deal with before I could log off; a survey from the Disabilities Resource center which I had to put off until tomorrow. Maybe I should of asked them; how does one describe the condtion of being "disabled" by forced and constant imposition with real-time extra-conventional gravitic forces applied from a distance without freaking out the reader?

1810h
I saw the employment counsellor, and she suggested that I borrow something from the last application to put into my reply as to how these impairments affect my daily activities.

"has constant adversity in doing normal things and experiences persecution".

Tame enough, and accurate too, just no finger pointing as who in the fuck is doing this to me.

After I finished up at the employment counsellor I set off for a chocolate run, to acquire more as three 100g bars just disappeared somehow. Normally they can now screw me into not noticing, ever since 2007 I reckon, but today they decided to let me in on their theft, and have me work through if it went missing in fact. So... purchased eight on Tuesday, ate three Wednesday and maybe one Tuesday night, so that makes four that were known to be consumed, leaving four that were likely stolen. None left today, a Thursday, and so the planted notions will go on for probably a week about this apparent theft. I don't really give a shit, but the perps just love to have me obsessing over stolen objects. Usually ones they stole, or like me to think they were stolen when they might have been displaced.

One recent example was in mid-December when I had my prior appointment with the employment counsellor, and afterwards I "discovered" that at least six pages were missing. And I am a total nit about paper and where to place them, keep them in order and where they belong. But as papers and a number of things were stolen from my briefcase (for sure, going back to a time when "for sure" could not be planted in mind), the sickos drew my attention to prior likely events. So for a month I figured they were in fact stolen. Yesterday at my appointment, I find out that my employment counsellor had them after all, so they weren't in fact stolen, but misplaced. All resolved, and for the good. What the perps got from this exercise I don't know, but they like to pull it. And they were aided by the fact that they can now dither me while normally being hypervigilant over where the papers go, and collecting them all up which I would of done if not being fucked with, (being a nit again). So, to set that up they defeated my normal cognitive abilities as to which paper went there, but also any recollection of what actually happened. Normally I can retrospectively walk through the events to determine if I had left the paper behind, but somehow, even that ability was defeated as well.

And did I not predict a major gangstalking after the appointment with the employment counsellor? When walking the two blocks from the appointment to the LD store, they were all over me with redi-mix concrete trucks, a double decker bus not on its route, a later double decker bus being towed with its front wheels off the ground, another towed deep grey vehicle, three stopped vehicles in the intersection I was to cross, two police vehicles offet by 90 degree at the same intersection headed different directions, more dudes in white who could walk at my usual breakneck pace (rare), a red dressed wheelchair act posted at the entrance to the LD store and who did not move from her sentry position the whole 10 minutes I was there, four gangstalkers posted over the mouthwash (Stop #1) and then two gangstalkers posted over the chocolate (Stop #2), a female Asian who lead me into a a cluster of four Asian males at the end of the aisle where I turned 90 degrees toward the checkout, and then extra dudes loitering at the checkout with a case lot of pineapple juice. That was the yellow moment it seemed, as there were at least six props/gangstalkers with prominent displays of yellow for the next 150' once I got out of the LD store. Then a pair of them in the apartment lobby door, conveniently opening it just as I had unlocked and was going to grasp it. But they leave me alone to take the elevator up, as normally they keep me "engaged" with a Fuckwit almost to my door.

And after exiting and getting more white panted gangstalkers ahead of me, and more coming at me, they also tagged me with a patch of silvery greyish plasma that kept pace with me. It was a 4 sq. in. irregular patch that sat some 6' in front of me, and stayed in the same vision location the entire time, although flashing and not constantly on. These things perturb me as they would anyone else as they are brighter than anything around, and interfere with one's focus. (The definition of focus is the brightest image). And also, they didn't bother with a putative cause like a "stray" reflection from a vehicle mirror that first  dazzles me and serves as the excuse to be a faux retina burn for the next five minutes.

And no end of sirens today; from breakfast, though all mealtimes, and especially while washing the dishes, and even now as I type this, hammering the noise through my earmuffs. Obviously a major excitement day today, and it still isn't over.

2040h
At least 25 siren cascades today and we still aren't done. I thought that over five in a day is getting silly, but as mentioned before, the putative cause constraint the sickos normally work under is no longer applied.

2245h
More putzing with the TI World Consolidated Link List, tweaking a few and adding new ones. Nothing too dramatic or revelatory.

Still more sirens tonight, again through the earmuffs. And even louder ear ringing of late, even as I type this, like a mistuned shortwave radio. Time to post this and hope for some mellow time Friday. Somehow, I don't think it will happen that way, but one never knows.

Masers Await Title Choice

1345h
The title refers to the big think moment that I go through in titling this, and all, blog postings. Today, the fuzzy black balls that zing about usually in pairs or larger configurations were extra active in bouncing around as I gave this blog a title. And it goes to show the level of surveillance that I am kept under; any big think moment gets "phenomenon stalked" with concurrent masers, plasma flashes, outside noise, faux apartment neighbor noise and others in a confluence for these exceeding rare moments when it seems that my mind-keepers cannot access. That is, remotely applied access of thought for those not initiated in the TI world, or infrequent readers. This is a bizarre netherworld to say the least, being monitored and surveilled to begin with, and then later finding out that one is the recipient of mind controlling irradiations of some kind. And it gets stranger than that of course, as it has long seemed that even taking a piss is highly orchestrated to occur at precise moments. These "precise moments" are often the everyday Windows and web browsing activities of select, copy, paste, bookmark, mouseclick to a new page (within a site, or to a new one), and others like them such as word processing as I am doing now. And three times so far today the perps scripted me to take a piss when about to go to a new web site as part of my usual daily web browsing of the news. Regular readers will know that I get noisestalked at these moments, and now scripting me to get up and pee is just the next step. And most often, there is outside sourced noise accompanying when urinating.

Enough of the pendantic, but today will be a relatively dull as the perps seem to be going through a phase of keeping me indoors and using my ear muffs for extended durations, and then having me take them off and undertake regular activities such as creating blog content. It would seem that there is a residual effect of the color and substance of the earmuffs the perps are attempting to remotely detect, and of course, there are neural interactions that they are also attempting to define in energetic terms. That might seem like a stretch to suggest all this, but if one follows the Essential Introductory Postings to the right, I am not alone in being subjected to these impositions, but am one of many hundreds whose stories line up in subsantial detail. Even a psychologist TI stated that the psychiatrists are in "total denial". Which they would be for all the participation they have engaged in; committing me to hospital and then two years later saying I was being persecuted. And then not taking any action to withdraw the two claims for disability that he made on my behalf. Strange behavior by others in my proximity is nothing new, and serves as the major entertainment, albeit threatening at times, and grist of this here blog.

One example of strange public behavior was from yesterday; one of my accompanying gangstalkers in the apartment lobby, entered the elevator before the two women inside of it had gotten out. I recieve this treatment too, the behavior having erupted in 2004 and hasn't stopped since. I get, or more like, am controlled to "react", by getting extremely irate with such boorish and orchestrated public behavior, some fuckwit attempting to get in before I have got out. To me, it is fucking outrageous. But in observing this skit by others for the first time yesterday, the two women didn't say anything and dutifully stepped out of the elevator and past the fuckwit (Unfavored freak) as well as past another gangstalker who elected to behave normally and wait for elevator passenger egress. And while exiting this bizarre setup, and in not even reacting in any way, one of the women gives me the stare for some unknown reason as she was passing by. I am 54, and she might of been 34, so what is the attraction. Regular readers will know I get at least two starings a week, and for no seeming purpose, save these orchestrated ones.

And as I attempt to repair the above paragraph and correct the tense of the verbs, another daily phone call erupts, putting on the sell for something I don't want. These phone calls, often a non-call where there is no one who responds, also have an elegant timing, usually with accompanying noise, plasma and maser beams, and sometimes vibrations from overhead pounding (12" of conrete and steel), or door slamming in the hallway. Also pissing me off with forced typos to have me yell at the assholes is part of the process of increased activity over specific events. Past, present and future verb tense seems to be highly noisestalked and otherwise of interest to the assholes.

2140h
I did a garbage run and then went to the supermarket for chocolate and bread (both brown colored, note). The garbage chute "problem" has been going on for two months now, and no effort has been made to fix it. I maintain this is allpart of the perp's garbage obsession, and am not too surprised to be hounded by other dudes doing the same thing when I am. And so, I got my blonde gangstalker at the front door of the apartment building in a black and white jacket she was, and lo, if she wasn't in the headlights of a vehicle opposite in the driveway of a parking lot, "happening" to be trained on her, and then me as I exited th building and passed through the beams to get to the garbage dumpster at the back.

Then it was onto the rest of the gangstalker show, more like the freakshow as the one Favored blonde was duly placed per above paragraph. I had my dude in brown and white walking toward me, and lo, if it wasn't a member of my forestry class from UBC, pretending not to know me, just looking ahead. What made this most odd was that he was wearing flip-flops, as in bare feet on a chilly and damp evening. When in the supermarket I had two browncoats with me, some 7' away, while I selected chocolate. One was in a lighter brown, the other in a darker brown, and were best pals, loitering in advance of me arriving at the chocolate section. I had a brown and red coated pair tailing me on the way there, and lo, if they weren't also posing in the supermarket for me to see them under store lighting. I got my items, and got to the checkout where blonde and red-brown dyed hair job cashiers were hanging around together. The latter one took off, and once I had my groceries bagged, I departed only to have a negro woman doing a ditz in the exit area, as it "seemed" she couldn't get the plastic shopping baskets apart. And it is most odd that the perps need to go to that stack of baskets at the entrance/exit as one cannot see them when arriving, and they were never stacked there before they needed to place gangstalkers in my way when exiting the supermarket. I had a few more freaks on the way back to my apartment, and was glad to get back. I suspect the moderate to heavy gangstalker coverage was for the same reason two nights ago; they had me wearing the earmuffs again for at least 1.5 hours tonight owing to highly offensive whine noise, the putative water flow in pipes story again.

I was to insert another of my 2002 complaint letters, but the formating is being arranged to make it highly inconvenient, even if I clean it up with Notepad. And lo, if I didn't have a siren cascade going off while doing this, and some overhead pounding as I write these very words. Earlier, I was also cleaning up a messed up resume to put it on a web site for jobs, and again, the overhead pounding and the sirens were active at that time. Two identical outside noise barrages each time I am "happening" to be cleaning up a messed up text file. Try to call that clinical with a straight face.

2245h
Some listening to YouTube and Jesse Ventura, the former governor of Minnesota, who details his experiences in office. The most astounding was that the CIA, some 23 operatives, had a meeting with him after three weeks in office. The CIA shouldn't be having any domestic operations, and yet they were fully entrenched with their operatives as high level civil servants according to Ventura. A siren cascade erupted as I put the above link in, my headphones on listening.

Time to launch this and call another dull day done.

Sirens for Bookmarking

1150h
The sirens were on for when I was bookmarking a web page, and continuance of the noisestalking, jabbing and vision impairments of past bookmarkings, one of the most frequent events that I partake in. My bookmarks are my database of all my interests and apirations, even if on hold which they mostly are due to overt control of all my activities. In 2002 the perps mind-controlled me to dispose of the disk drive they were on in a scenario of panic they created over there being some illicit content on my PC. There wasn't, it was the introduction to the perps who operate totally illicitly, 24x7, in constant criminality every operational moment of their organization. It just astounds me that this exists, but they are on me all the time.

This morning's jerkarounds so far have been reading "misperceptions", plasma beams on or in front of this LCD display, constant filamentous masers in my vision, putting on extra red and extra aversion "reaction" to their planted web page graphics, especially mottled red colors of late, and giving me a $24/month rent increase beginning in May. This notice "magically" arrived under my door, and the hallway light was turned on overhead at the same time, likely while I was doing the dishes. And they are making sure that I am extremely bothered with the red plasma beams that they are placing in front of me, it is still a color of intense interest to the assholes, as is the typo sabotage that is going on, also "causing" me to vocalize my complaints to put it in perpspeak. (Really meaning yelling at the assholes, what they really like me to do).

The rent increase notice must mean the perps want me to stay at this residence location for another year and not move me on like in past locations. This is the 10th location since 1999 when I moved to Everett, Washington for a new job. Little did I know that this was a means to get me out of town while they groomed this city, Victoria, for 3.5 years for my return. And the perps like TI's to move, and be able to separate the geographic location's energies from that of the victim. This is very common, and even the abettors like Thomas Townsend Brown moved an extraordinary amount, as noted in this blog posting.

It was supposed to snow here last night, but we got rain instead. This is a long extended above/below freezing spell, meaning icy roads in the morning, and wet streets in the afternoon. The perps like to play with extra normal temperatures as part of their remote energetics assay work, and having a hot chicken or a frozen loaf of gluten free bread in my grocery shopping basket is just fine by them. And invariably, they like to have a heater over the checkout area at this time of year, provinding plenty of infrared radiation just for more of their fucking games.

1305h
The new practice of scripting quiet in advance of a noisestalked lunchtime was in place again today, and may become the new "noise order". No bus noise all morning, and then one came while eating brown colored tortillas, the only thing I am allowed to eat at lunch and breakfast save the odd exception. Normally the bus noise is all morning, and in considerable excess than the schedule suggests. The perps like me to eat brown colored foods as they seem to have a bearing on whatever it is that they are hounding for me, now 5.5 years of overt harassment. Chocolate is the other brown colored food they like me to have in great quantity, 200g per day is typical. And it is the food item that breaks the budget every month, all for the assholes who created the problem in the first place, whatever it is, as will be the last to know.

And in true form, the operatives that break out in a run on the street now pulled the same stunt in the hallway outside my door. I assume this creates extra electromagnetic interaction, just as a magneto does, flipping a magnet past a coil of wire.

There has been constant ambient light changing games going on this morning, sometimes markedly within 10 seconds of previous major change in light conditions. I don't get much direct sunlight as this apartment faces east, so I cannot be sure what the cloud cover condition is, but based on my observations, the nature of the grayness of cloud cover is of extreme interest to the perps.

The perps are getting me "ready" for my outing to the gym later today; these colder temperatures mean that I wear my fleece tights instead of my track pants, and that seems to be important as well. Considering that the modern day MIB (Men In Black) wears black fleece, it is really all about wearing the same clothes as them. After my gym wear was stolen from the laundry room at my apartment when in Seattle in 2002, the perps had me "screw up" and purchase various replacement garments in 2003. And I would not of ordered fleece clothing myself, but from this order I got sucked into inadvertently purchasing fleece workout tights. I like them even, but it shows how far ahead the perps are thinking when I first wear them in late 2007.

1640h
I have returned from my gym workout, a 30 minute walk each way. I got my usual freakshow as well as 600 to 1,000 mobile gangstalking vehicles. After getting a heavy amout of red color exposure today from my web surfing, the perps were all over me with red vehicles. There were clusters of four same deep red metallic finish vehicles, and there was also a file of the same color, four vehicles long with the usual attendant white, silver grey and black colored vehicles ahead and behind. I also got my ears blasted with a four siren-ade, the entire Victoria fire department on a "call out" in yellow vehicles, and then an additonal backup "call out" from the municipality of Oak Bay with two more emergency vehicles, red colored. I noticed that on my return all the Victoria fire department vehicles were in their respective garage bays, so it likely wasn't a real emergency. They also pulled this on 01-24-2008, five days ago in the night at the highrise residential tower opposite. My mother said there was a fire there, as it had made the newspaper. I did not get up to see the action, and they may have had their ladder truck there for more games, as there are a huge number of ladder bearing trades vans that pass me by as part of the vehicular gangstalking swarm.

At the freakshow at the gym, I got the negro with the disgusting corn row hair hanging over me, that caused me to end my exercise, and as soon as I got up to end it, there were an additional four male gangstalkers around me. And that was the last I saw of hime. There were some blonde games goint on; the Large Blonde class member was standing around doing nothing but setry duty where all the rest of them also pose, and a younger blonde in a navy blue outfit was working out in front of the Large Blonde, and then behind her. This is the game where the more attractive blonde seems to confer some kind of "auric goodness" that the Unfavored individual can somehow be compared to a Favored demographic group member as long as they are close to each other or aligned.

The rest of the class somehow slithered into the floor exercise room without me noticing, and without the coordinators telling me, and finished one exercise before I got there. This is the second time this has happened, and it takes coordination and planning to get 15 people in a room without one person noticing. Being the first or the last into the classroom is nearly always arranged and it was similar in my last working environment.

Other freakshow members on display were at least three Caucasian bald males, one negro bald male, various grannies, a walker act, and a fair number or waddling and/or large gutted males with white hair. These are all Unfavored demographics, and they are routinely placed in my vision for me to at least see once, some more often. Another ambulatory gangstalking show was a lead-ahead pair of males wearing identical hoodies, a soft orange yellow color. One had a jacket over his hoodie and one had the hood up. I got this gangstalk show for over twn minutes in a location where there are very few pedestrians. I passed them at the location where there had been street works, and where three MIO's (Men In Orange) were standing having a conversation with a yellow coated dude, pretending to give them instruction by waving his arms around. Here they were at a location where there is recent new asphalt and concrete paving, and where there has been groups up to 15 members all in "pose mode", and there was no vehicle from which they came or even any work to do, as it has all been finished.

At the fuel station rebuild the perps have been sponsoring for the past 4 months they were putting in PVC irrigation lines for the eventual boulevard that they will be rebuilding. Another of their kind was using an electric jackhammer to remove "excess" asphalt from the edge of the paving they did last week. Talk about a useless exercise, and this was ongoing in both directions. Regular readers will know about the perps fixation over concrete and asphalt and my energetic interaction, and that they have been totally relentless in exposing me to these and like projects, which even includes a downtown Seattle office tower that was build next to my building in 2001 through 2003. I put in over 2,000' of irrigation and PVC pipe when I owned this wretched farm in 1999 to 2001, and here the perps are still chasing me down with this material and activity.

At the gym the perps choked off use of the stationary bicycles, the aerobic exercise that they wanted me to use, and I was returned to the treadmill for the first time since June, 2007. But I was only allowed a 7 minute run, and I was obviously placed there to look out the windows in front to see red dressed ambulatory gangstalkers as well as red tail lights of a vehicle that sat on the downhill ramp access to the apartment building opposite. And the perps like to direct strong light at me from below, and they arrange this by having downward sloping ramps at specific locations, and then have the vehicle just sit there for no outward reason.

On the street when walking to the gym and back, they had plenty of red dressed gangstalkers, one who reprised at the same bus stop, when I was headed to the gym, was still there 1.5 hours later when returning. She was dressed in a particular red that I found irksome, and that one of the gym class members wore most of the time. It is fucking bizarre that anyone would stay at the same bus stop for that duration when it was threatening rain and gusting. (Or more like, gusting around me in my customized wind the perps create for me almost anytime I go outside).

And as I write this the overhead pounding has started up, as has someone tinkling glass of some kind. This is the silly hour for the perps, the dusk onset, and hence this renewed noise flurry.

More ceiling pounding and yelling at them didn't help. Time to make dinner.

1825h
And making and eating dinner turned out to be another rage-ified jerkaround which extended into doing the dishes, another perp fixation. And while vocalizing my annoyance, the euphemistic term, the perps kept changing my voice. One rage event after the other. Provocations included flicking guacamole around, flicking olive oil on the counter, flicking the cheese around from the new package, one with a green label, from the usual line, flicking soap suds around, brown crumb inundation from the tortillas, cheese crumb placement under my fingers while I was grating it, making the cling wrap not cling, creating a dark olive green color on the partially usued guacamole sealed in its container in the fridge, jumping the cut chicken pieces around when being diced, and a few more that I cannot recall. Anytime I vocalized my complaints the assholes put on clunking noise, overhead pounding, loud mufflered vehicle outside, and a few other noise flurries while I was venting my annoyance at the sick assholes playing these games with my life for over five years now. All they seem to do is escalate the vexation as their one big play. How about the sick idiots showing up, especially when the entire issue of creating the problems they have with remotely reading my bioenergetics was created by the very same asshole organization.

No doubt they haven't finished pissing me off for the day, and the mealtime digestion is also noisestalked as regular readers will know.

And the continuing games with hanging my PC when attempting to get to the Mindcontrol Forums website (caution, it could happen to you too by linking to it) . The perps did this at least five times last night, and really like to put me through this same jerkaround. They are on a sick streak today, especially tonight. I want to add some more stories from this website as links in the template and the assholes won't let me. Which suggests that there must be a reason for this sabotage, perhaps it is too close to the truth.

And while my two hands were busy so I couldn't plug my ears, the perps kept running this loud mufflered vehicle noise, almost serially, as if every vehicle had a performance muffler attached. And the trail-off time (noise decay duration) is increasing of late, running on longer than "usual".

This is an enforced boredom night; I am being made to be doing nothing. I always wondered why there were such lapses of my employers who had nothing for us to do for short spells, up to a week.

2230h
Some "getting lost", meaning harassment free like moments in YouTube, even if the headphones make squeaking noise, per imposed regimen. Time to call this day done and blog off, and do battle with the assholes yet again. They can't handle me using soap products as well as shaving; hence the bathroom rage-ification games that go on.

A Siren Day

1305h
Or at least a siren day so far; a cascade of sirens before I pulled the laundry from the dryer, then again when I was sorting and folding the laundry on the bed, and then a round of sirens while eating my lunch after that. In the latter case the perps even put on a 1960's style of siren, just for me I assume, as that was the era of boyhood and my emulation of that sound when playing with Corgi toys and the like.

And it was another sleepless imposition, always on Mondays, or nearly so. And again, I wasn't permitted to recall that very very fact until I was at least halfway through the head flipping games, left side, then right every minute or two. I was also being fed streams of garbage thoughts, none particular insightful or topical, and only allowed to stay on one thought for a maximum of 20 seconds or so, then it was switched on me. All the while there were noises scripted; overhead pounding and rumbling, sirens, faked neighbor water usage, etc. from 2230h to at least 0100h. I was also awakened later for virtually no discernable reason for a short time; something the perps have started up in the past week.

And the real excitement for the perps might have been breakfast time when there was a new loaf of bread started, a new package of coffee, and a new jar of peanut butter begun. The latter activity brings no end of perp noise games, harassment and rage-fication as it is a substance that gives the perps no end of trouble for whatever reason. There are a few properties of peanut butter that seem to incur the perps increased harassment; being of brown color, one of their problem colors, and also containing oil, something else the perps are relentlessly attempting to understand in energetic terms. All a big deal for them, and pissing me off was part of the elevated harassment games that they like to pull for "special moments", as the peanut butter takes about 6 weeks to use up.

And plenty of plasma and maser games, especially while shaving today, also with a new can of shaving cream and a new Gillette blade. The shaving cream was a new can that "showed up" in my stored belongings that were unpacked in 05-2007. I reckon the perps put it in the box by way of their magical methods, as I would not of packed it assuming I was not mind-controlled to do so. The perps also have me keep a can of the same shaving cream at my parent's place to save transporting it, but more likely to serve as some kind of variability reduction. It was the can that I took travelling three weeks ago, as they had me "forget" to pack the shaving cream that was in my apartment. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for this?

The weather has been threatening to rain all day so far, and I am due to head out for a 30 minute walk to the gym as part of the regular strength training class. I suspect there will be some rain games when I set off; typically it is a slow onset of intermittent showers that they script for me.

1335h
The fake-out phone calls are also increasing of late; the presumed telemarketers who take some seconds to respond, by which time I have put the phone down and their automated calling system does not try again. The perps used to force me to hear out their sales pitch, then later allowed me to verbally terminate the call, and now the harassment regimen is that I am allowed to see who the caller is on call display, and if a 1-800 number, put the reciever down quick enough to not incur a two-way connection. And that is but one example of how methodical the perps are about details, as this permitted progression of dealing with their harassment calls has taken over five years.

Even my handwriting gets sabotaged, and when repairing a portion of a letter, they noisestalk me on this very small and short term activity. And I am sure that the perps have been at this since I learned how to write, as I have long been stiffed with making no end of handwriting errors that needed to be scrubbed out and rewritten.

1810h
The siren cascade is in progress as I write this. There was an earlier siren show when I was walking back from the gym.

I was wearing all black colored clothing at the gym, and it seems that the perps don't need to put their operatives in as close when I am in this color scheme. As usual, there was the open mouthers, the tongue hangers and others playing with their mouth or mouth contents in my proximity. And there was the usual contingent of those in the gym doing absolutely nothing but sitting on the equipement staring into space. The "do-squat" rate was 60% when I checked it, (gym members doing nothing), lower than the 80% of past visitations.

And theb perps put on two new faces in the class; one dude doing the greyscale clothing routine, (wearing grey color variants) and a young blonde woman in a green shirt who looked atrocious as she didn't appear to have a chin, just an open mouth. This makes her a combination of the favored demographic, blonde women, and the unfavored, the chinless. (These are demographic groups the perps appear to draw from for their gangstalkers). And she made sure to step in my way a few times, so she is in on the game. Others in the class also did the obstruction games; pretending to move in a certain direction and effectively blocking it as well as where they are standing. This happened three times in succession over the mat returning, getting my recording book, and then finding somewhere to stand and record the floor exercises. I cannot turn around at times as there is an operative ready to step into my tracks.

On the way back I did the Chicken Run; the perp's big grocery store event in gangstalking me up the asshole while shopping and buying a cooked chicken to eat over the next three weeks. Strangely, or because I was wearing all black under my olive crab jacket, they didn't lay on the usual swarm on me. And they even let me out of the store with an availible checkout, no obstructing gangstalkers save the granny ahead of me who took her time to assemble her grocery bags and move on.

The perp's color theme for gangstalking seemed to be blue today, though there were plenty of the red, white, silver grey, grey and black vehicles coursing around me, at least 600 to1,000 over both directions (60 minutes of walking), plus all the parked vehicles which is that much again. As it "so happens", my olive drab coat that I wore today is stored on the coat rack between two blue garments, one of which I have worn to the gym in the past. And I even got a partial blue haired freak; dyed into the jet black hair of a woman with her native Indian gangstalker buddy all dressed in white. Just another pair in this nonstop freakshow that has been arranged around me.

I got double blonded lead-ahead gangstalkers when walking to the gym; one who was 80' ahead, and another 30' ahead, with a grey dog that was running hither and yon, even when on a leash. There is a picture below.

2020h
I have been getting continued plasma projections off the LCD panel as I catch up on movie reviews. The plasma projections are synchronized with my blinking, or any other eye perturbations the perps dream up, but as this never happened before, what else could it be? Someone must have a script for me as to when to blink, and have a plasma projection to temporarily interfere with my vision, with these events programmed together as if cause and effect. It isn't even close, and these intrusions just "happen" to occur when I am reading proper nouns, bookmarking a page, selecting text in a copy and paste move and the rest of perp deemed plasma worthy events. Meanwhile, the noisescape continues, and even the church bells have joined the fray.

2115h
Some pictures from today; these are the better photos as so many of them "somehow" got changed or sabotaged on me. I took a photo of an operative doing the "drycleaning strut"; walking a garment (black today) with the typical lightweight transparent plastic covering, and lo, if the picture came out with the person missing from the photo, and just the background instead. As mentioned in past blogs, there is no drycleaning business nearby, so the cover story was patently absurd.

The parked red vehicle "sentry"; a one way street with a red vehicle on either side, and various colored vehicle passed between them while I walk by. On the left building, top floor, left most balcony, there is a round exercise ball propped up on the deck. And it "so happens" that at the gym I am headed to, there are exercise balls of the same kind we work with.














More reds and same vehicle types and shape arranged at an intersection, "backed up" by two white vehicles behind them.












The "copy turning" trick; having two vehicles in close proximity making the same turn move, in parallel. In this case a blue vehicle (taxi), and the red vehicle. Then more organized vehicular confusion ahead of them. The power pole has been spray painted, aka "vandalized", as part of the harassment and color games.












Two blondes on lead-ahead gangstalking duty, the blondest one being further ahead, as referenced above. In another arranged coincidence, a similar semi-blonde woman as the closest woman was leading our gym class today in floor exercises.












A "blue day", in terms of color preference for the harassment games today. Here is a blue painted steel fence the perps put up since I was here last. As part of this, a blue vehicle is added into the color mix. And as always, a collection of weirds at this bus stop which doesn't add up, especially at 1430h bound for downtown, as this area is only partially residential.












A pair of reds in the parking lot next to the sidewalk on my way to the gym.














Then only 20' further, another pair of reds arranged for me to walk past, and additional white vehicles behind them, as "backup", or more accurately, a reference color.














This is a regular event, putting on the skateboarding gangstalker. The perps like the skateboards for the multiple faceted non-grip surface. I count four of seven vehicles in the photo being a white color.












Another arrangement of parking; two white vehicles between two silver-grey vehicles.












A reverse arrangement much further along; two silver-grey colored vehicles between two white vehicles, a truck and a van, and near equi-spaced in file.














2230h
Time to call this blog done for today. I have just suffered another perp incursion; my order for a new keyboard got messed up, something they like to do, deconstruct every activity down to infintesimal details. So, stalling me out when making an order online, and screwing with what I intended to do, fit their plan perfectly. (For the record, the characters on my keys have experienced "accelerated wear" down in the last month, and the perps have leveraged this to be the cover story for their increased typo sabotage).

Blogging off, and hoping the typo sabotage isn't too bad.

Digging Holes and Related Perp Fascinations

1735h
I got back after lunch and then digging a hole and planting a tree at my in-town brother's place. If that sounds dull to you, and it does to me, it is an activity of untold obsession for the perps, and they did pull out the stops to create noise, brotherly gangstalking, a massive crap attack and thankfully, only a modicum of harassment via extra-conventional means. I have at least one more tree to plant at his place, likely tomorrow, and no doubt that will be also plagued with excessive perp fuckery. Then I got to take the bus home, dirty pants and shirt as per extra harassment games, and lo, if there weren't 30 of the fuckers on the bus, heading into town, unbeliveably, at 1540h, and not the ususal kids from school, but the shiftless middle age male farts faction of the perp gangstalker/operative demographics. And two negros on the bus that they did not pull inside of 5 minutes of my boarding, oddly, though it was at best a 15 minute ride. One negro came on board after I did, was dressed in white overalls (absurdly), and stood 3' from the first negro, there when I I boarded. Anyhow, the bus trip freakshow was matched by the freakshow downtown when I got off, including lead-ahead gangstalkers, more in use now, who somehow are able to walk faster than I can, when I must be one of the faster walkers going. Another mind-fuck no doubt; the perception of walking fast when I am not.

After I dug the hole for the tree, and after my brother had left for work, there was a "sudden" (read, imposed) need to take a crap in his ill-kept (scuzzy) bathroom, and what a large colon cleansing crap it was too. This would of purged the lunch that I ate two hours earlier at his place, as it is clear to me that my digestion can be sped up by remote invocation. And lo, if the toilet didn't partially back up and leave me with a remaining log-like portion, not unlike the root fragments I was chopping out from the hole I had dug. This replication of size and general shape, in this case cylindrical objects from one task (cutting roots out) to another (taking a shit with a custom shaped remnant) has occured before. The perps often left turd sized sticks on my regular hiking trails, and have resumed this shape inspired "synchronicity", aka managed object similarity games.

And too, I was forced to take a shower in his scuzzy bathtub with a horrid red shower curtain, and more horrid tracings of red in his white acrylic shower stall. And even some pink towels for chrissakes, but I used the dull yellow ones instead. So after this phenomenal de-pooing and cleanup, I was then allowed to plant this 4' juniper tree in a location to add to his privacy screen along his fence with his neighbor. Said neighbor cut down a healthy birch tree on his side of the fence, and that begat all this orchestrated panic of my brother's over his "privacy" problems. Though in fact, this renovation smacks of the perps going all out for their building energetics games, attempting to understand body to building energetics interaction when they don't yet know earth and soil to body energetics. Hence, all these gangstalkers on me, around me, on their cell phones, and in front of me nearly everytime I enter or exit a building. They had at least 10 fuckers on me including the shopping cart loaded with plastic and pop cans act this morning. All for crossing the road outside my apartment and walking in, a whole 10 seconds of activity time.

Of interest, besides making me sweat substantially more than normal, fogging up my glasses (especially when my brother was close by in a back lit situation), running streams of mucus out of my nostrils and other related physiologic fuckery, was the noise association of the next door mega-renovation to my activities. The noise started up for any of root chopping, twisting, and pulling, for scraping the rock with the shovel (creates energetic events of sparking), and the coup de gras, when I applied brown colored granular bonemeal to the dug hole before placing the tree in it. All I have to say on this is that I have dug many hundreds, if not thousands of holes in the ground for fences, landscape plants, alpine turf placement (as part of a summer job), and many other like events, and it is time that the assholes running my life got a life. I have been fucked enough over this a related activities for ambitions that are in no way related to any choice I have made. Not my problem, so go screw your own kind.

The ultimate fuckover for digging holes was the infernal farm my ex was so keen to acquire, and was the last realestate I bought, or was mind-fucked into buying more like, with her. Over 600' of trench was dug by an excavator to lay 2" PVC water pipe, and also communication pipe. I spread the sand in the base of the trench, laid all the pipe and the connections and joints, configured all the junction boxes, and the rest of it. Then I spread sand over top before the excavator then buried it, and I cleaned up the surface of it. That was a $5000 job along with other excavations to clean up the place, and it was on on my line of credit for over 5 years later, still being paid down, until my mother paid it out last year. Along with the extensive divorce costs for getting rid of that fucking idiot, a planted shill and all-round chaos engendering asshole by the time everything washed out. So in other words, I have dug enough fucking holes for this malevolent psychopathic agency, so my message to them is to show your face, get your ass on the job, and solve your fucking problem yourselves. Not my choosing, not my problem.

And that above riposte, if it wasn't planted by mind-fucking in the first place, will get me absolutely nowhere, and I will be duly gangstalked and literally harassed up the asshole for the forseeable future, two more years as best as I can estimate the continuing buildup of harassment infrastructure activity. A new aerial mast was noted in downtown today, and red painted no less for some curious reason.

And I got plenty of brotherly gangstalking while helping him out; fussing around me, asking stupid questions (to obtain reasoning and vocalizations from me), and the rest of the setups over placement of drinking water for me, moving my fleece vest that was out of the way, bringing out my prybar (a renovation tool, not a gardening tool) that "somehow" was left at his place in past storage of my belongings at his place, and the rest of his orchestrated pandering.

And if I sound peeved, it is only because I had a more sedate round of this earlier in the day, at my parent's place, having breakfast there with my mother in all her feints, coughing and sneezing while I was still in bed and then it suddenly abated when I was up. My father was dispatched to a day care for dementia patients. Not that I think he really has it, as he was up to his usual pacing around last night, and that infernal game of planting himself in a doorframe, and then partially moving in and out of it. This is a slightly darker brown of clothing than he wore last week. As usual, my mother was crossing my path, just before or after I would occupy the same floor location in this tiring infringement of where I am, so that it can be immediately duplicated as much as possible by a shill or quisling.

Time to add some more pictures as to what was shaking last week when driving the fossils on a week away, and visiting the out-of-town brother and his gangstalk schtick. And to no surprise, the evening slipped by and this didn't unfold as intended, and that this little mind-fuck played out exactly the way it was intended, affirmed by the loud clunking that erupted as this conclusion was made.

2215h
More siren games, and at least the third major cascade this evening. Very often the perps will have the siren noise abruptly stop, and then resume it in odd timed bursts. On other siren events they will switch the siren noise to a chirping howl, and then revert to the first siren noise type in short order. Obviously, a whole lot of planning, science and expectations are built around this relatively innocuous noise assault type. In other words, not a big deal.

Time to call this a posting, and also stop this faint crackling sound of no ostensible cause that has erupted as I type with any permitted proficiency.

Glass Bashing Again

1125h
Some large scale glass bottle bashing is going on in my immediate proximity from outside, though I am hard pressed to know what the cover story is. Maybe a recycling truck nearby. This follows 20 minutes of nonstop faint vehicle horn beeping, that also "somehow" penetrated my earmuffs. And children's voices from the naearby childcare apartment on this floor was also in the sound mix. The overhead pounding and vibration of the overhead apartment floor, even if a concrete building, was also layered on. Now the sirens, and so it goes. Add in some creepy crawly skin sensations of no ostensible cause, a few itches on my nose to scratch, and everything is as it should be in perpland. As in tedious, and constrained and fucked with by unknown parties whose timidity knows no bounds.

I am back from a visit to my parent's place, and an overnight stay, without any online access as their computer goes extra slow, and the mouse is made to be erratic. Sometimes the perps even freeze the computer for me, making sure I never want to use it.

1300h
Another siren cascade as I open up this for more blogging. I just finished lunch with grapes for dessert, and lo, if the faint constant vehicle horn, or like whine noise didn't start up for eating grapes, and the power washer noise, one of frequent use in the last neighborhood.

And for whatever reason, grapes continue to be a perp obsession; I made wine for over 20 years to greater degrees of quality, and attended wine club tasting events, and was even their sommelier for two years. If the perp interest had waned any, I am sure they would have pulled me off this hobby long ago. And it seems that both wine and table grapes are of interest to the perps, and I suspect there is a geographic energetics component that the perps are hoping to detect from their intense studies of me, and all my own energetics make up. The perps have made some recent progress in the mind control aspect of their energetics studies, and are within a week or two of 100% mind control IMHO.

Yesterday's bus trip was given some extra harassment action; the driver was hammering the brakes often, accelerating like a banshee, and on one occasion I was permitted to see him driving up the ass of a vehicle in front of him, which couldn't move, and then the bus driver slammed the binders.

I got my negro gangstalker on the bus, already in place when I got on board, and lo, if he didn't get pulled in three stops. (Sent off by the perps, which made no conventional sense as I got on the bus close to the route start). Instead, I got an East Indian kid two seats ahead of me on his cell phone, and flipping his plastic sunglasses around on his head, leaving them in various positions for some kind of plastic energetics interaction games. I later got four Asians from two parties stacked around me, most curious when there was plenty of room elsewhere on the bus. One party had a young child with them, ostensibly from the Caucasian hubby and Asian mother, so I can only assume this was also of significant interest to the perps in their racial "exposure" games that they play, likely all related to their brown color problem they created for themselves, vis a vis harassment and irradiations of my developmental years. Not my problem.

And as the finale of yesterday's bus travel, I got a bright red dressed "fellow traveller" one who gets on, or off, or both as the same stops as I do. Earlier in the route, the perps fucked with my camera to make it seem the battery was low, and then treated me to at least eight mid-red colored parked vehicles parked in file with perhaps one intervening white colored one in this string. (Therefore no picture of this stunning event. lining up eight vehicles of the same color on the city streets).They didn't let up on the red vehicles the entire route, some 25 minutes of travel time. At the timing stop they put on gangstalking red vehicles in two's and three's, side by side, and in both directions. For the five minute break, there had to be over 50 red vehicles passing by the bus. The driver also came to gangstalk me outside the bus at the timing break, hanging around outside of where I was sitting, and possibly aiding the other gangstalking party close by, standing on the sidewalk and doing the Socratic debate act, a new public behavoir that erupted when all this harassment started over five years ago. And this group was multi-racial, and it would seem that they were wishing to continue the in-bus gangstalking by adding a similar group outside the bus when stopped. Surely to fuck this has been done sometime before this.

And my father continued his teapot groping act, one that he was putting on last week. This is where in his faux dementia show, he needlessly handles the two teapots in place planting his hand on them and then taking it off. And of a color note, one is red, and the other is blue. Even if the teapot was the far side of the table, like yesterday when I made a pot for myself, he comes along and plants his hand on it. And this was the setup for creating contention, as the perps had me pissed off at this intrusion, and that led to at least a few more minutes of jawing to tell him that he was totally out of it. He then parlayed that into some kind of coherent retributive cynical remark, and "I" thought he was doing OK for a totally demented asshole.

And I should note for all collaborators, this dementia act, or it might be for real, as to how the perps treat their long standing qusilings. Making them look like bigger idiots than they were. And don't forget, he has five years of looking like this, and whatever other constraints the perps apply to his life when I am not around. My brothers think the dementia topic is a big joke, so I go with the flow and never take it seriously. Especially when he can ham it up to make it seem worse than it is, as a "demo" if you will.

1430h
More light and shacow games were in place when I was dropped off outside my apartement building earlier. There was the usual profusion of "wandering males", one even scratching his ass as he was walking, and as I approached the building's front doors from the W., another male was arriving from the E., though I was ahead of him. I had a look at one point but his face was darkened down and I did not recognize him. Once I got inside he asked from behind me "how is it going", and I was mind-fucked to b cavalier at that moment and say "just fine" without even looking back. (And I am never that rude, so someone tell me I am not mind-controlled). Then "I" look at him going to the stairway while I was waiting for an elevator, and it "so happens" it was the fellow who repaired my PC here at the apartment, and claims to live here. By then he was gone, but this entire event of "not seeing", "not recognizing" until too late is another example of the perp management games, and how tightly the assholes manage every last item, down to even my breathing.

2040h
Two siren cascades in the past ten minutes and a coincident glass bashing noise from the hallway tells me that the perps are having a high expectation moment, whatever that means for them. All this excitement comes when I am reading about the Paleo Diet, another formulation of the low carbohydrate diet, something I have followed for at least a decade without substantial weight loss, even if I work out. I could do to loose 10 to 20 pounds, but I don't fret it, as none of myh brothers has lost much weight, even in the case of doing the Ironman competion.

Another round of excitement for the perps could be that I was controlled to take a crap after dinner, and that it was an unusual dinner also, finishing up a lentil vegetable soup. And for the first time in weeks, I was allowed a near harassment free shit. These things do happen every now and again.

2220h
More food reading, though what the perps get from this I don't know. I get to understand the reasons for some of their dietary meddling and manipulations, but their choices for diet aren't always according to the Paleolithic Diet. They keep me on gluten free bread, and only one slice per day (good), using peanut butter (not paleo) and jam (not paleo) and eating chicken meat (not as good as red meat for the paleo diet) but with sprouted wheat tortillas (good, less gluten and other substances), and olive oil (good, though not mentioned in the Paleo Diet). The perps had me off red meats mostly for three decades, and even now, it is once per week when at my parents. And it was especially notable yesterday when I was cutting the roast, that both of them moved in closer while I was doing so, my father putting on the spaced out bystander act again. Not my problem, so why am I being constantly fucked over as to what I eat?

And there won't be an answer anytime soon, as I hear that the Iraq imbroglio has 18 months or more to go, and there is an abiding occurence of noisestalking anytime I read or say anything about this tragic ineptitude, which is being managed to be protracted as much as possible. The timing of this event is also curious as it was spring 2003, when the fuckers had me contained in hospital with the gangstalking operatives as "patients". The place was nuttier than being outside, given the constant stream of bullshit that erupted on a daily basis, including staff involvement.

Anyhow, Ms. C of the story in 2002 was also bringing up the topic of a possible Iraq invasion, as at that time there was a huge troop and materiel movement, and the war was a done deal as it seemed to me, assuming it was my opinion in the first place and not a mind-fuck planting. I take my lead from how long this depraved fuckover is to run from the prez himself, Pres. G. W. Bush, perhaps somewhat irrationally. Which is about the only thing I take from him as having relevant detail, as nearly all that spews forth from the current US administration seems to have a high perp objective correlation; demonstrated and increased incompetance of government in all aspects, continuation of the status quo (oil economy, rich get richer), and the general malaise of any moral outlook.

Anyhow, that is enough of a bummer to end the day, and time to blog off.

Another Early Day

0945h
Whenever I, as in the mind-controlled sense, am allowed to get up early, I sense there is an ulterior motive, as it is so rare. Today, it was about 0630h, some two hours sooner than the imposed "normal". It could be all about getting the early sun, or having the last two hours of highly changeable sunlight conditions coincident with amplified street noise, forced fartings, plasma and maser displays and the rest of it. So far, there has been three noise events of a street sweeper, once a common Sunday event at my last residence location.

One of the street sweeper noise incidents occured at breakfast where I had a direct view of the street, but what my attention was directed to was the dark clouds in the horizon and then the ambulatory gangstalker on the street running for some reason, and it wasn't the bus, as she had ran past by the bus stop by then. This little vignette played out for some five seconds or so before I got back to eating breakfast. It constantly amazes me as to how much effort is devoted to keeping this freakshow going all around me for the shortest of durations, and the thinnest of reasons. As this was about 0630h on a Sunday morning, I cannot imagine why a well dressed woman would be running outside a subsidized rent apartment tower. She was dressed in a light brown jacket and black pants, and that perhaps the entire deal was all about early morning "brown color testing". It was fucking absurd to say the least. And who knows, it could of been someone I know in morph-over form.

The local cathedral's bells are getting plenty of overtime this morning, even if it is Sunday.

1140h
Another outburst of banter in the hallway, post shit. It was back to the usual treatment; block the toilet, force a shower, and this began since the toilet plunger was acquired from storage four days ago, when there had been no problem for the first three weeks of residency at this apartment. Hard to call that a coincidence.

1620h
I braved the gangstalking swarms for another short trip to the stores; there is this choreography at the entrance to LD as outgoing and incoming ambulatory traffic meet, and then the perps throw in gangstalkers ahead of me, "cutting through". This time the kid with the humungous dark green backpack entered via the other entrance about two seconds ahead of me, and after not finding what I wanted, he exited the store simultaneously, not having purchased anything, just like me. It is simply amazing as to the gangstalkers replicate what I do.

I also had the deliberate "tail me" stunt, where the woman gangstalker was walking toward me, and then pulls a faux recollection act beside me, which serves as the pathetic excuse to change direction and follow directly behind me. I get one of these "backtrack and follow" stunts at least every week. She was in pink pants and a white jacket, and it is likely the fuckers were attempting to calibrate these colors outside the LD store.

And I set off at about 1430, so the perps had plenty of "warm up" time all morning and half of the afternoon, and they had also three brown crumbs on my cheeks for the preceding two hours. And they did go silly on brown ambulatory gangstalkers as well as vehicles, but first putting a string of three deep metallic red vehicles in file, with two more coursing past.

As the perps have me in a blah state all today, I am not surprised I am giving enough supportive detail, but this will at least serve as a record of some of the strange goings on.

1645h
More overhead clunkings and a simultaneous zapping. Just like the last place, and the one before that where overhead "residents" lived. And too, more outside loud mufflered vehicles, about three every five minutes at this noisestalking primetime.

1740h
And more adversity in making the same old dinner day-in-day-out for four years, by mind-fucking my preferences out of me. And then the leave-the-burner-on fuckover stunt that the sickos are pulling on me for over 4 weeks, ever since I moved in here. This sudden "lapse" of recall has erupted here only, no other previous location.

1805h
The post dinner noise assault is in the form of an loud and boomy stereo overhead, via the putative neighbors, also known to hammer the concrete floor upstairs with simultaneous zappings. As above, the same act follows me over many apartments in many cities.

2040h
An overhead rumbling noise came on with a significant zapping; I was pissed enough to yell at the sickos for this one, as the zap startled me, unlike the zappings to my limbs.

2245
Another siren show; this is at least the sixth one today, and they began shortly after I got up, around 0630h, on a Sunday no less. As mentioned many times, I lived in downtown Seattle for two years and I never heard this many sirens per day in this substantially smaller city. I have checked to see if there is a real emergency vehicle associated with the siren noise, and most often there isn't. And it is no surprise this noise is following the above rumbling and zapping. All part of the fucking game of total intrusion and governance on everything I do.

2155h
A very long day of doing squat is coming to a thankful end. In all my years I never thought I would say something like that, as I never had enough time. Now, thanks to nonconsensual human experimentation, I am mind-jailed to do fuck all, except eat the same food for four straight years while these assholes play juvenile stunts and color gangstalking games on me.

I was led to an interesting site on psi energies, which is what I think the perps are monitoring and measuring around me, and of me at every moment of my existence. If you are into a more technological explanation of what the perps are up to, this fits the bill. From my perspective the chapter on electromagnetic fields (ELF) isn't too important; the perps seem to use these energies as leverage in their quest of understanding quantum brain energies which they manipulate from afar. And as part of it, I learned of another eminent physicist and mathematician, Adrian Dobbs who was making headway in understanding the physics of the mind, by postulating quantum particles called 'psions'. And it so happened that he had an "accidental" early death, the curse of any physicist who makes serious progress on understanding mind and matter and the unifying basis of Newtonian and quantum physics. I have mentioned the premature deaths of other esteemed thinkers in past blogs.

I have been rendered to be bummed out tonight, and should call this a posting for today. I have been getting plenty of voice-morphing today, -the perps like their gravelly variant the best, and I don't care for it, as they also slow down my verbal processing as if I have a cold at the same time, which I haven't had for years.

Tetra Signals

1200h
I got a severe noisestalking from a bullshit siren cascade only minutes ago, all while looking at tetra signals (here, here, and here). As I type this, I have an upstairs "neighbor" bouncing something off their seeming smooth surface floor when in fact all apartments are alike in having carpeted flooring. A S. wall "neighbor" is also doing some kind of wall tapping.

As I am going to make lunch shortly, and the digestion of food energetics appears to temporarily foil the perps mind-fuck investigations, the above siren show and other associated noise represents the culmination of this morning's perp investigations into my neural monitoring.

It is just another day of the same noise and surveillance assault, and playing games with my perceptions and the rest of the mind-fuckery that is going on, most of which I am unaware, having had my defences and detection ability fucked with since early 2006.

The fuckers even put on the street sweeper again; it is simply amazing that they will send this out on a Sunday morning when normally one never sees these types of maintenance vehicles as they operate very early in the morning, and never on Sundays, as that would mean double time for the unionized city workers.

The maser and plasma games started at the first opening of my eyes this morning, and haven't let up yet. They like to add all manner of vertical or horizontal "enhancements" to the LCD display, and then skew them by 10 degrees or so for some kind of effect they are attempting to quantify in energetic terms.

The endless mouth and swallowing noises are constant, though for the most part the perps fuck me out of noticing this particular kind of noise invasion. I also get squeaking sounds from nowhere, and the same noise "from" towelling my face of late. If they really need to add a noise to perform thought stalking, they are not shy about adding a no ostensible cause noise into the mix.

And the fuckers screwed me out of posting yesterday's blog the same day, as noted. As soon as I posted it, the perps forced me to talke a pee, when there was no intrinsic need, judging by the volume excreted. And, I had already been forced to have a post-breakfast and pre-shower pee, again, for no intrinsic need. As the perps have routinely noisestalked me when I publish the blog posting, it is no surprise that they have upped the ante and resorted to what one might call "pee-stalking". I am one total playground for these relentless sickos, every second of the day.

1420h
I am getting this bizarrre on-off chirpy siren noise, as if the supposed police vehicle is randomly sounding off the siren for kicks. This is almost the norm for me now; a discontinuous and very loud chirpy siren. Like they are inculcating me with this for some reason.

04-14-2007
1500h
After a stayover at the Feral Family house, and varioud gangstalking feints from the parents, I am back online, and will call this a posting.

Operatives Herding

1615h
In fact, they are frequently engaging in serial arrivals or departures like a frat house with classes on the go. Each time the front door gets slammed/closed, this room shakes 20' away, and as I typed that, the overhead pounding started up again.

Earlier, there had been a 25 minute run-up of the aforementioned egress noise plus voice noise from both outside and inside this seeming rooming house, and then the pounding began. This time, the perps made me/let me yell at them for doing this, and the noisestalking continued for another five minutes, and then all was quiet until I was eating chocolate (read brown colored food- perp obsession). The the overhead pounding started up again until I had finished the dishes. They also scripted an extra runny nose before I started the dishes and I was obliged to clean it up with kitchen paper. Once the dishes were done, the overhead pounding stopped until now, 20 minutes later.

All the above mentioned run-up of noise was coincidental with me reading my new book, Suburban Spies, which is the story of a business excutive being harassed and followed, as well as having his own words repeated back to him, by individuals who weren't party to the conversation. Anyhow, I was hoping to read it through, but the perp script was to pound the ceiling and have me change my activity in an attempt to end that ruckus. It worked, but only until I did something else that they sought to noisestalk, that being tea and chocolate consumption.

I will supply a review of this book when I finish it, but clearly it is the case of yet another person being hounded by organized parties with similar methods as I experience. Put that in your clinical hat you sickos that hound me/lie to me over medical reasons.

The ambient light has been manipulated constantly while eating and digesting the tea and chocolate. Regular readers will know that the perps have an obsessional fixation with the brown color in all its presentations, and that is in addition to their other color games over deep red, deep green with typically white, black and silver grey as adjunctive reference colors.

I got my fill of specific colored vehicles as I walked 20 minutes each way to Trafford Books to pick up the above title; this is a on-demand printing company is well established with a huge selection of titles. There are at least three titles in reference to Einstein and did he get relativity wrong. From what I have read, and experience, he either didn't go far enough, or didn't want the hoi polloi (every day folk) to know. And there is a huge gapping hole between classical physics and quantum physics, and many hundreds of unifying theories. The two web sites on the right are two of the better theories, though Bearden is a tough read, but his physical descriptions and predictions fit the harassment profile of application of extra-conventional physical forces that are controllable from a distance. And that includes time reversals, age regression, which is what they did to me, although I don't complain about that very often as vanity prevails.

It was a 20 minute in-city walk crossing four thoroughfares in town, and as I walked along the last arterial street, there was a red or deep metallic red vehicle coming from a side street, either in front of me, or behind me, for four side streets in succession. The habit of stopping one's vehicle at an intersection in the crosswalk is still as ubiquitous as ever, and stopping over top of the broad white stop line is almost mandatory for the shills to collect their vehicular gangstalking pay it seems. Never have I seen such mass rebuking of the traffic laws on this side of the continent, not even in LA.

Deep metallic red color vehicles was also the theme at my Government House wildlands restoration activity this morning; in the car lot next to the tool shed, of the closest 8 vehicles, six were deep red (no scarlet reds) and the other two were black and white. Of the eight, four were Volvos of varying model type; a 240, 740, 850 and the V70. When I got back, there were even more Volvos surrounding the tool shed, but less red vehicles. Past readers will know that I had a silver grey Volvo for 15 years before I gave it to my daughter (who hasn't used it yet) for financial reasons.

I don't have any particular theory as to why the perps prefer me, and my vehicular gangstalkers, to drive Volvos, though I do note they also supply Saabs as well in undue proportions. So it would seem, that there is a distinctive electromagnetic and/or energetic signature of the Swedish steel, that the sickos like to monitor. For the last 12 years of being married , we each owned a Volvo 245; mine was silver grey, and hers was.... you guessed it.... brown (!).

More vehicular gangstalkers are stopping nearby me, parking, and usually open their doors and trunks than ever before. Today, while walking to the day center to marshall for the wildlands restoration activity, the sickos set up two identical Post Office vehicles (red, navy blue and white) on a back residental street to be contra-turning (concentric arcs in opposite direction, e.g a vehicle turning left and another, 90 degrees offset, turning right, making the same arc in opposite directions). As one was backing up, it apparently collided with a pole to get out of the other's way. Then he proceeded forward to made the turn, enough for the other vehicle to get by, and then stopped in the middle of the intersection to get out and "look" at what possible damage he did. This was all about getting maximum color-vehicle action (backing up and contra-turning), then getting out with the vehicle-color body energetics (my theory as to why they like to walk perps through my vacated parking stall), and having me walk by the driver to determine our mutal energetics interaction. I did recognize the driver from past gangstalkings, but I did not know him from Before Overt Harassment (04-2002, BOH) days. Though the driver could of been a morph-over of someone I knew, which I suspect is common as that offers more specific energetics interaction possibilities.

1925h
I am getting noisestalked again, down to every last mouse click and anything I might say, instignated by the noise in the first place. A never ending cycle of noise intrusion based on the smallest of actions; turning out the halogen light, mouse clicking, swearing at their noise and coincident zappings etc. There is no human behavior explanation for the timing and nature of the noise, which is just like the last "upstairs neighbor", which past readers will recall my interpretation as a projected noise incursion. Not only that, the same noises have tracked me for all of my apartments with overhead neighbors since BOH, now three of the last three. (Of the apartment with no upstairs neighbors, I had loud downstairs "neighbors" that the manager also heard but didn't do anything about). Fucking sick, that is all I get all day, and no reprieve.

1935h
Another round of earmuff fucking; I put them on so to not hear the rumblings overhead, and then they shoot louder noise through the earmuffs of the same annoying kind. And as I now have them sitting in front of me (of green plastic construction), the operatives have herded downstairs outside my room and next door for their token bathroom visitation of standing there, and flushing the toilet without benefit of using it. Just like always, they come to flush it only.

Now, ass jabbing as I read a specific number; what it the matter with the sickos tonight?

2025h
Earmuffs are back on, and still the assholes are pumping somenoise through; they are still on their obsession withn noisestalking the word "the". Nearly five years over this alone.

2035h
More overhead pounding through the earmuffs; do I put them on or off? Which has the angle that the assholes are hoping to exploit?

2055h
More transitory vision impairments, one after the other and in concert with the overhead clunking. The long standing practice of starting to cough, even if a blatant put-on, right outside my door, is part of tonight's harassment scene. The overhead squeaking, without earmuffs, continues. The PC, in its newfound oscillating fan like noise, is layered into the noisescape as well.

I am also getting the bimonthly planted notion that they are "imminently ceasing harassment operations", but it is my belief that they are only getting started with 100% mind control to be attained sometime this month. Past readers will note that these planted "cessation" notions has occured before, and the result is the same, I am being harassed all the more.

And more noisestalking timed to specific keystrokes; they either force a typo repair or a short stun-out, so that I expend more effort on this single character/keystroke, and then they pounce with an overhead noise. Fucking depraved and truly gutless that they won't represent themselves face to face. They have every advantage in the world, what is their problem, why are they so relentlessly sick?

And more reading perturbations; the assholes redirect my attention and/or cause it to wane (by remotely applied means) such that I don't get to read what I want, with my own intention, if there is such a thing. Or is it another piss-off among many tonight to keep me cranked up and using interrogative sentences, like this?

2210h
More intermittent overhead pounding over the last hour or so. Now a siren noise and coinicident vision fuckery, masers and plasma games are constant.

And another website on gangstalking, though it seems to be corrupted in some way, as the links are inactive (or my version is). My case manager attempted to plant some doubt as to whether I am being gangstalked, so this one is for her. Here it is. Another one, if the links are broken is: http://www.gangstalking.ca/. Read it and tell me it isn't happening.

And look at this, a list of gangstalking sites at Whosarat. And again, eat this from a Google search; 18,400 English pages for gangstalking.

It is fucking absurd I cannot engage anyone in a genuine dialog over this, with some TI exceptions. This is on par with Holocaust deniers, that is the extremeness of their position; this means family, doctors, health professionals and all the other assholes who contribute to this Potemkin village, with me as the centerpiece about which this depravity hinges.

Enough venom spilled tonight, but that is the nature of being under noise assaults and the rest of it, tempers get real short real fast. And the above perp helpers know it too, as they never make another reference to any of my blowups or logical arguements for that matter. I am blogging off before I short circuit over another typo, as there has been far too many.