Snow-On

[Prematurely posted on 02-07-2017- my apologies]
02-07-2017
A good 6" of snow overnight Monday (yesterday) got my attention for driving in it on the way to the vineyard job. Surprisingly, it wasn't on the vines, even if it was soft and fluffy. I suppose this is keeping with the perp games over water in all its forms; frozen, liquid and vapor (at times, e.g. keeping me unaware the kettle is boiling). And of course, driving on snow is a big deal for the perps as they love games with rubber. And too, at the vineyard, having me walk in the tire tracks of the foreman's pick up truck, the easiest ground to walk on in these snowy conditions.

After lunch, things suddenly started going wrong; a phone call where it got cut off before I could answer it, I cut the wrong vine or cane,  I cut a trellis wire with the electric pruners, a phone call from the ex's son whom I haven't heard from in 10 years. Mondays are extra shit days as things seem to be arranged to be going wrong. Funny, they didn't hack me on the vineyard job all last week (3 days), and not for Monday morning, and then after lunch, it all went for a shit.

Today, a mid-day interruption in the form of a dental appointment. I hate dental appointments in the afternoon, but for some reason the dental office phoned me up to change the time the day before. Like WTF; I never had this problem keep happening so often as now. The dentist had her face mask on so I got to look at her eyes only while she was talking to me, another stunt the perps like, partial face coverings. Later when she took off her mask, she wasn't anywhere as pretty as her eyes. The dental assistant had a coughing jag, that took her out of the room for some 6 minutes, all in keeping with the very common perp tactic of removing stalkers once they come close; this happens all the time in at yoga when waiting for the class to start. A strange Asian woman was at the counter with the dental office assistant, as if she was being trained. I cannot count the number of times someone is placed side-by-side with the regular staff as if in training, and yet I never see them again. I suppose they wanted some "Asian female energy", and all the more to do the work of writing down my appointment times on a card, and later, giving me the receipt. And of course, being present when the financial transaction was conducted.

As part of the deal, I got a wax casting for a crown to be later made up. Interesting the wax is red and then turns white over a few minutes until it is set. Talk about a made-for-perp event, changing colors in one's mouth. I cannot count the number of times the Fuckwits (paid-for stalkers) parade around with things in their mouths, looking totally stupid, e.g. stir sticks, suckers.

The I returned for work for two hours, and then the aircraft over flights poured on. Then they had me cut a trellis wire again, then immediately dumped me on my ass in the snow, and when getting up, I see they screwed me out of pruning an obvious vine. So what was the point of that, putting these three obvious stunts in sequence. No question they got me riled up at first by having me not see the trellis wire and cutting by "mistake".

Yoga, last night, down to 10 participants, and the babe count was way down. The very attractive babe in the separate top at the W side was gone after being a regular for four weeks, as was her equally attractive neighbor. The dude count was two around me, this time one to the W, another to the S, triangulated this time. Last week it was this absurd and extra-obvious arrangement of having the dudes arrive on either side of me. One of them returned from last week, this time wearing some offensive cologne that I could smell from 8' away. The perps have a way of placing and enhancing smells into one's nose, or maybe directly stimulating the brain.

And today, I have the lower abdomen aches and stiffness in greater degree, presumably "from" yoga, even if I never had this problem in taking yoga for the past four years each week. Said sensations have been of concern for me as I have thought this might be due to metastatic prostate cancer, but of course I got blown off about this from my doctor visit on this past Saturday. These aches and stiffness have been ameliorated by re-starting paw-paw, which adds to my metastatic prostate cancer theory. And of course this is great mind-fuck fuel for the perps as they play up my notions of mortality, e.g. making a will, how I will attend to the details etc. All to heighten the FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt) that is such an essential component of perp games, and all the better (for them) it is all about pondering one's own mortality. I say it is big game, as they don't seem anywhere near done their non-consenual human research, the ongoing disruption about what foods and supplements I take in what order and their respective order and timing.

02-08-2017
More snow, about 2" in the afternoon and continuing into the evening as I write this. About 200m visibility, but that didn't stop the aircraft overflights, not that I could see them. One helicopter was buzzing around for 20 minutes, not your average airport arrival.

Still on the MMS1 therapy, and it seems to be holding up OK. The MMS2 therapy could not be found anywhere online on the weekend, "out of stock", and the perps keep dithering me after work so I don't get to a pool supply outfit. The one place I did look had the "pool shock" product (calcium hypochlorite) adulterated with other products, e.g. "4 in one", so it seems the greater Thems are closing in on allowing this product to be available in pure form. It makes me wonder if this whole health care realm/industry isn't one big jerkaround for mass experimentation along with added patient vexation and possibly demise.

And while pruning vines all day the perps pollute me with whatever mind-fuck games that are on script. For the past week, as mentioned in this blog, they have inundated with me notions of my demise along with supporting lower abdominal sensations, aches and stiffness, which suggest metastasized prostate cancer. (All of which can be remotely spoofed). They even had me planning to purchase a walking cane, as it seemed walking was even becoming labored. But today, they planted notions that the cancer was now getting better and it will be all over soon. Awfully nice of them, coming from the world's worst prevaricators, for whom malevolence is just another passing notion. Anyhow, the MMS therapies will continue for a few weeks and I will report on this every few days.

Scaring me to death, notionally, isn't a new mind torture for them in my experience. Back in the helter-skelter high abuse days of 2002 there were at least two such events in Seattle, and they pulled another in 2003 when back in Victoria. So here we (might) have it again; my own notions of my demise are greatly exaggerated after going through senseless amounts of grief in believing it to be so. I am not out of the woods yet by any means.

And what is with the sudden inundation of black hairs? At least three on my keyboard, some on the kitchen counter, and five in the bathroom. All discovered within 10 minutes or so, as I cycled from one area of my residence to the next. "Normally", they have me discover this many planted hair situations over the whole evening, some 4 hours or so.

02-09-2017
Another day of pruning in the vineyard, 12" of snow on the ground now. Not much fresh snow during the day, but at least 4" in the night, all to be plowed this morning. It was at least -8C, and the the wind started up to reach 20kph. Not the best outdoor working conditions, but I was warm

The lower abdominal sensations, possibly metastatic prostate cancer were abated some, but came on more in the afternoon, and into this evening. As usual, I got skunked twice on getting MMS2, so we shall see where this goes.

I was driving home on a two lane in-town secondary arterial with no commercial shopping within blocks, and there was this cluster of some 8 women on the sidewalk, like they were all a little stunned, standing around as they were, for no determinable reason. Some had barely adequate clothing for the cold and snow conditions. As I am driving by looking at this strange collection and attempting to discern if there was a legitimate reason, and then this negro male becomes obvious as the women separated and my angle of view changed. So what was the point of this total clusterfuck idiocy? I have commented on the babe-then-male gangstalking arrangements before, and now for the first time, we have a women-then-negro arrangement. (That is, Caucasian women, none were lookers of any degree). Fucking absurd, and all for 2 seconds of view time as I was driving past.

02-10-2017
Friday, and pruning work in the vineyard. It was below freezing this morning, and by afternoon it was +7C. Like a chinook, except this is the wrong place for it, these sudden warming trends all in a single day. Needless to say, the snow melt started up and is now slush where it is aggregated.

One the metastatic cancer front, if it is that, I got some shooting pains on my L side, and my lower abdominal region felt stiff, when it certainly should not of. Yoga is becoming a problem in that the lower abdominal aches and stiffness set up in the following days, now four later. Normally if I finished yoga, I never noticed any sensations as I am reasonably flexible. Needless to say, all this FUD as to what I have, and what damage it is doing and where it is taking me is running my life, as in questioning my own mortality. But the perps have pulled these games in the past where I figured I was done for, all to have a last minute reprieve.

I get some reprieve from these aches and the odd pain from MMS1, and have upped the dosage all this week. I started the MMS2 tonight so we shall see where it all goes.

02-11-2017
Saturday, and a day off per Mon-Fri workday schedule at the vineyard. I started the MMS2 program in earnest today, and it does feel horrid for 20 min. after ingestion, though much less than chemotherapy I am sure. Now 1430h, and I am feeling less lower abdominal aches and pains, and even a little more energetic.

The gangstalking insanity was all over me after I departed the laundromat with my just-clean towels and did some shopping. I ended up at the tanning salon after an hour, and even that was a gangstalk, with these Fuckwits clustered outside, then three more waiting inside, and when I got out, another three loitering clustered Fuckwits outside.

Now later; the MMS2 felt horrid enough that I puked it up.  So much for getting better. Perhaps the MMS1 will keep me in there.

Going back over the last two years, there was at least three times with different parties that I mentioned MMS1 and it super-oxidative properties, such that it would cure malaria and some other difficult-to-treat viral diseases. Each time, the other party just said nothing. I find it astounding that such a significant paradigm changing therapy got absolutely no discussion or interest. Which concurs with my ongoing perceptions that my conversations are arranged, and in keeping with this sudden "clam up" response I get, no matter the import of the topic. I have called it "sudden conversation termination", a unique and strange interaction with others that suddenly erupted when all this shit came down in 04-2002. And in this case, it suggests this episode of MMS1 was planned some two years ago at least. Bait me to talk about the product, have the other party do a "go-blank", and then eventually (years) have me use the product. All part of being in this rabbit hole, though I could do without metastasized cancer, (if that is what I have in fact), and the rest of the symptoms that at least emulate it. I see an irradiation cancer specialist Feb. 22, so we shall see what comes down on that account. In the least I should be able to get an officially metastasized cancer determination. And maybe a pain killer medication prescription just in case.

02-12-2017
Turns out that my MMS2 dose was twice what it should of been, once I re-read some different instructions. Even at that, I had a problem with the first dose first thing in the morning before having food. But I do feel better, creaky/achy hip joint wise. And no pain in my lower lumbar region. I quit the paw-paw again two days ago, so there might be some transition issues there too. The paw-paw was giving me pressure on my kidneys, and now two days later it seems to have resolved. We shall see; it seems the challenge is to keep the MMS1 and MMS2 schedule without losing any food.

Yellow in, yellow out. It is just about everytime on the hour that I take 10-12 drops of yellow colored MMS1 (in water) that I am forced to piss, either immediately beforehand or afterward. The pissing urgency problem has been going on and off, depending on medication efficacy, for two years. And though at a tolerable level thanks to Tamsulosin, but no thanks to the urologist who didn't tell me about it, the pissing problem is exquisitely timed for the intake of yellow dyed water the MMS1 mixture. And all the better I presume for perp color matching games when this takes place on the snow when doing vineyard pruning work. And leaving those yellow tracks behind. No wonder they timed the start of this seeming metastatic cancer problem almost exactly to the day I started the vineyard job, Feb. 01, 2017. It seemed after the first three days that I would not be able to continue at all, not due to the job itself, but being able to operate pain/ache free.

In fact, after three weeks and forgetting about my job application to a large vineyard and winery operation, they phoned me Feb. 02, asking if I was still interested. This would of been full time, and would of been on the viticulture staff, and would of involved Geographic Information Systems work. They asked for a phone interview Feb. 06, Monday, and I said yes. Well, as it "happened", I felt like shit due to these seeming metastatic cancer problems, that I had to tell them on the Monday that there were health conditions that were of prime consideration, and would not be a candidate. On paper, this was a dream job; full time, some of it outside in the vineyard, and utilizing GIS technology as I had been trained on, taking a year long course in it. The job would of taken me out of the manual vineyard labor scene into which I have been cast into since 2012, following four years of manual crop farm work. And thanks to the timing of these health problems, I had to turn down an interview for a job that offered huge prospects of getting out of the manual labor rut. Thanks a bunch assholes.

Ahh, the bait and switch phone calling; My TI sometimes Sunday caller phoned, but I never heard the phone ring because someone turned the ringer off. She left a message and then said she would call in 10 minutes, but that of course often means 20 minutes. And lo, if my perp-abetting mother doesn't phone just when I was expecting my TI caller. I cannot count the number of times where I get set up to expect a return caller, or text message nowadays, and lo, it is not, but someone else. The "dashed expectations" stunt. Been there, had it done to me so many more time since all this shit rained down on me in 04-2002, and it hasn't let up.

One more day off for me; a government mandated day off in February, called BC Family Day for crissakes. [Just now, an almost total delete of this posting due to an imposed finger blunder; been thee and had it done to me also].

I best get this posted before anything more peculiar "happens".

Geriatric Duckie Gangstallk Event

11-24-2014
Following yesterday's shut-in day, I didn't get out today until 1400h to do a few errands, one being taking my moldy jacket to the dry cleaners (again). Then to LD, and what a mighty gangstalk it was, in keeping with most post-shut-in situations. Almost all old folks in various stages of major face wrinkles, some popping out from aisle ends, doing the oblivious act, per usual. And four of them lined up behind me at the checkout, replete in red coats. I don't why the perps like to immerse me in geriatric gangstalkers, even ones standing at the end of store aisle doing nothing.

At LD, and needing a replacement glass pitcher for the one that broke from use as a teapot, why, three old duckies and a shopping cart were lined up beside the glass pitchers for crissakes. Take the most obscure kitchen item owned by the victim, break it, and then have the victim get a replacement with a gangstalking troupe standing by, and charge $2 more than it was four years ago. They finally departed after I shopped elsewhere first.

Yoga tonight; and lo if the Wheezer & Gasper Fat Boy didn't come at the last minute and sat beside me on my R side. Like WTF; this disgusting oaf pollutes my visual field and puts on the sound effects I could do without. If I don't like the sight of Fat People, why is an insane agency planting these shills around me all the time?

11-25-2014
And why is Chrome not working, effectively blocking my access to email as Firefox and IE are messed up and shove the text to the left side and are bereft of graphics and buttons? This is how it has been for over six months now, and what "happens" is that Chrome works at first, I get to see and interact with my email, and then it shuts down for good for the rest of the day/evening. That, added to the selective display of graphics on Amazon, suggests that the perps need to crimp down on me seeing screen elements. For years, like ten, Amazon's wishlist button wasn't visible, but I would click on the blank location where it was supposed to be, and voila, the book (usually) was wish-listed, with the normal response displayed. Go figure, and perhaps it is part of the scheme on the streets and buses where someone plants themselves in front of me to obstruct my vision.

My fourth trip to West Kelowna in the last two weeks, beginning with that asinine performance from an unnamed mid-sized winery. As in the interviewers performance, that extra-mushy farewell handshake was such a classy send-off. As in NOT. The other three visits, including today, were with the brown people. Regular readers will know that skin color is a huge factor in all this abuse, along with vitamin D physiology (just under the skin). And as expected, the winery interviewer didn't need anyone for two months, due to expected constraints I won't get into for fear of jinxing it. (That is, trying to avoid a dashed expectations jerk-around).

A petition on Change.org I signed to investigate gangstalking, with the links below;

From Abby Mcgray:

Thanks for signing my petition, "Investigation into gangstalking."
Thanks again -- together we're making change happen, 

A Note to forward to your friends:
Hi!
I just signed the petition "Investigation into gangstalking" on Change.org.
It's important. Will you sign it too? Here's the link:

http://www.change.org/p/investigation-into-gangstalking?recruiter=186715826&utm_campaign=signature_receipt&utm_medium=email&utm_source=share_petition

I have my doubts that this will change much, as the Canadian federal government is dragging their heels on the deaths of native women all across Canada. (Though, this particular issue has a reached the political level, meaning irrational machinations with a large dose of group-think). And besides, based on personal experience, and also reading into the prior events and games before the perps went berserk/overt on me (with family complicity) in 04-2002, the perps have the government officials contained and trained. I often wondered why and when politicians get put on the spot by a direct question (in video form) they often blink, stumble/mumble or otherwise engage in deceit, per Liespotting, and now I know. Having a patsy media also greases the Greater Potemkin Village we all live in, should the odd video segment get too close to the truth. This notion is partially based on viewing a regular TV reporter and one of my forestry classmates on TV, both hamming it up about "mother nature" with respect to the damaged trees in Stanley Park in Vancouver BC. It was very clear in retrospect that they were both in on the conspiratorial agenda, and thought it just too funny to ignore the real reason as to why that storm decimated so many trees. (It is my contention, based on evidence/behaviors that my existence has been orchestrated and skit-ted with all interacting parties knowing what was going on, since birth. Hence, my forestry class members being in the know as one example). Yes, I am cynical, but I came by this state with a long list of experiences and retrospect in light of all what has gone on since 04-2002.

11-26-2014
Some 4" of snow on the ground this morning, though it looks like it is warming up, and will be slushy fun when I finally emerge into the great outdoors.

A drive in the snow cleared streets, save the back alley where my car is parked. Not a big deal to clear it off, but enough of a deal for the perps to send a helicopter overhead, two white 5 ton delivery trucks, one with a load of lumber. Like WTF; what are they doing in the back alley, coming FROM a location along the back lane where they are building a garage. (The truck also had a load of trusses on, and the aforementioned construction project is long past needing trusses). And so I got my white vehicle gangstalking in the snow, and while removing it from my grey colored vehicle.

Both grocery store locations I was to go were chock full of parked vehicles, which has always turned out to be an insane gangstalk scene inside. Given the road conditions, even if the parking lots are wonderfully cleared, why would an excess of vehicular traffic be outside in snowy conditions? Because the perps are nuts about all forms of water and the white blanket that envelopes all the usual objects.

And I see the winery I interviewed at yesterday, has posted two job openings today, one of them being the same job I applied for. And of course the interviewer, the man that runs the whole show, didn't mention this. Though to be fair, he upped the ante by asking for two years of winery experience, and to be fair, only one of them would a prospective job given my experience level.

And I see that the cellar assistant job I interviewed for two weeks ago is also re-posted. They of the extra-mushy farewell handshake. What I don't get is that most of the wineries have two shifts running to process the grapes coming in, and begin to lay off staff at the end of November. Surely this is a large pool of experience to draw from for permanent cellar assistant jobs. I have come to the conclusion that job postings are nothing what they seem, especially if I am a potential applicant or it has relevance to my interests.

An evening time shopping, at 2000h, instead of the choked parking lots of daytime of late. It was dark, and 3" of slush everywhere except the street surfaces and the parking lots. The assholes stole my flashlight that I took, as I need it to see the gate lock to get to my vehicle. Of course I only find that out when I got back, and that served as a rage-ification (doors closed) reason as I am so fucking fed up with my belongings going missing all the time. I used the flashlight, actually a head lamp, in the bedroom and it was my only flashlight in the house. After my vehicle flashlight was stolen from my vehicle a month ago when I had a seeming break-in, I replaced it, and it was needed to get back in and through the gate. All this arranged fuckery to ensure that I departed using one flashlight and arrived with a different one, both LED's. Thanks a bunch assholes.

And before I headed out a forced crap of significant proportions, and miraculously, no blocked toilet. That was my last brown registration object/subject until I got inside the supermarket when there was a brown skinned man backed up to the groceries behind him, making it appear that he was doing his shopping with a full aisle width look at the groceries on the opposite side. Like WTF; who but some ignoramus or paid-for-shill shops at a distance so they cannot read the text on the packaging? All for more loiter time in my proximity while picking up the chocolate bars (read, brown) they have me buy all the time. And an increasing sore point as I cannot afford them and I don't want the sugar in them either, more so than the milk casein of the milk chocolate. And while stevia sweetened chocolate is available online, it hasn't made it here yet, and one can be sure that was perp arranged too. This sugar intake also seems highly controlled as well, as they have me loathe sugar, and expunge it from my diet, and then sneak it back in through eating jerky, and their long standing chocolate fixation they planted on me. For the record, they were changing up my medications in late 2002, and they used this as an excuse to have me loathe chocolate to the point I could not stand the smell of it. A week later that noble habit was expunged (or else not planted on me), and they have kept up this chocolate fixation ever since, sometimes off for a week of late, but not usually longer than that.

11-28-2014
An early morning get-up to attend to getting the garbage to the curb; the assholes screwed me out of doing this last week for some reason, the first time in two+ years I have been here. Regular readers will know that the perps are highly interested in garbage in all its form, refuse to recycle, and just love to parade garbage trucks around, and over where I have driven or parked.

Rain, snow and then mild today, though the snow has come within 200' of elevation; getting the hills covered, but not the town- did that earlier this week.

11-29-2014
Subzero (i.e. 0C) cold, but with minimal snow on the ground. -15C tonight. And I was out there, until 1900h or so. Another ice wine pick, this time at a different vineyard in... W Kelowna. We started at 1400h and worked into the dark, perfect perp timing to have all these folks, some 40 in all, buzzing around doing picking over the dusk onset into the dark. Instead of headlamps, they had an ATV with a generator running a bank of lights for four rows of pickers. The tractor had its lights too. A Punjabi influence this time; they were the regular vineyard workers running the tractor and swamping to move the full buckets to the bin on the forks on back of the tractor. And brown cocoa beverage to drink for a 15 min. break, with brown glazed donuts too, this when dark about 1900h. And several brown skinned race stalker-pickers in my proximity, going especially close and silly on the last row of the evening. The odd scarlet red coated pickers too, one leaning on my shoulder momentarily as it seemed she tripped on a chunk of nearby vine wood. I was wearing my bright blue ski jacket for the very first time outside, and I am sure that was a big deal for the perps too, though I have long given up on what drives them to greater frenetic/absurd heights when it comes to clothing; if it has been laundered, or if it got laundered separately from the the other clothes I am wearing.

11-30-2014
A dull and boring day, and a full on vehicular gangstalking event when I headed out on this Sunday Grey Cup day. Full parking lots at the mall even just as the game was to begin. Hard to fathom as to why someone would arrange all of this when most everyone is at home watching the TV, but strange public behaviors on special event days are nothing new to the perps.

I learned from my perp-abetting mother, via phone call, that my daughter is out of work too. Imagine that, the perps arranging a father-daughter coincident unemployment in keeping with their machinations of who works where and if they work at all. Said daughter rarely emails, calls or otherwise keeps in contact, no matter how many efforts I have made to have greater communication. This all began in 04-2002 when the perp-abetting ex was making excuses for her because of my "disability" that was later refuted by two shrinks, one of whom was the original perp-abettor to cause much of the dislocation and harassment that was plainly evident in the perps' inaugural all-out abuse year of 2002 to mid-2003.

I should get this posted for the week now, as the unemployment slackness is beginning to erode my motivational side for some strange reason.