1855h
A continuation of the soil digging at my perp abetting mother's suburban house today. This is the "soil hump' project, where a 20' wide, 2' high soil hump was left as is in a near level flat backyard. Don't ask me how the perp abetting father missed getting this attended to some 30 years ago when he was still putzing with the landscape and grounds, having moved there to a new house in 1967. And I pulled out the seventh sheet of polyethylene plastic out of the ground on this project, and discovered another one that was too deep to get, plus the 2' high garden boxes are over top of this sheet. And at least one more sheet plastic corner hanging out of the ground. If nothing else, the ants just love having an impermeable layer over top of their nest, as this was the third ants nest I have discovered under either sheet plastic or 40 y.o. plastic laminate attached to rotted plywood. As usual, the noise increases as I am discovering, digging or handling these long buried "treasures" (as the perps see it); hot rod noise, overhead aircraft, lawnmowers varying pitch, heavy duty vehicles passing by on adjacent streets.
A sunny day, and reasonably warm, and no imminent hurricanes on the W. coast of N. America thankfully. And so.... in keeping with this year's "need" to get a good tan, I went to the FFF house wearing my just-picked up and altered shorts under my jeans. The intent was to dig with my shorts on, and shirt off, and in my big hiking boots that I normally wear for farm work. That did work for an hour maybe, but then the onset of irritable bowel like symptoms came on with the now know "remedy" of taking a shit. And this forced a shower to clean up, launder the shorts at my mother's place, and resume work in my jeans and wearing gumboots, shirt off. The shorts were later hung up on the backyard drying rack to dry, and some 40' from where I was working. My mother came back shortly afterwards, and started tea time to slow me up, and when I resumed I put my shirt on as there wasn't any more tanning time left in the day. Once I packed up for the day, the perps pulled another irritable bowel shit, and lo, if I didn't have to shower to clean up yet again. And following that, I retrieved my shorts from the line and put them on under my jeans just in case the perps pulled a shit-in-pants stunt on the bus on the way back. They didn't thankfully, but their stunts surely mixed up the afternoon in terms of sun tan exposure, body signature (twice showered), and clothing with footwear combinations; jeans over shorts in street shoes at first, shorts only with hiking boots, jeans with gumboots and finally jeans over just-laundered shorts with shirt and street shoes. And of course, I didn't get the sun tan exposure duration that I wanted, all afternoon was the plan, which was predictable in hindsight as they don't like me to have too much sun exposure after a near full day (yesterday at the lake).
And it was a rare instance of a normal inbound (return) city bus trip in terms of passenger load; some six to eight others on board, headed to downtown at 1800h. A back and forth pacing wacko/retard act at my departure bus stop who behaved himself onboard, but no other major freaks. A cute blonde in a sundress for the last five minutes even, sitting at the other side of the rear bench seat. In fact, the high strangeness was outside the bus. At least three Asian parties standing at street corners and not appearing to be pedestrians, doing just-stand-there duty. I had some six Asians around me on the bus when I first boarded it, but they got off at the suburban stops. The bus was also re-routed for some four blocks as there was an apparent street accident on its regular route. The bus driver has two way communication with a base who can direct them to reroute the bus in advance.
And another case of high strangeness was getting off the bus where there was a crotch spread dude sleeping on the adjacent grass boulevard with a bicycle in front of him. The long travelling cyclist act just "happens" to take a rest outside my bus stop. I notice the perps like to augment their operatives with bicycles of late; walking with them on the sidewalks (when they aren't illegally riding their bicycle on the sidewalk), hanging bicycles from the ceiling of the local supermarket as part of a contest, and even carrying their bicycle. All too stupid for this hikey-bikey town, and I suspect that the perps gain some kind of advantage from the tension and stresses of the metals of the spokes, rims and frame. Not to mention the variablity of materials for bicycles now; aluminum and carbon fiber and I even saw a trippy bicycle with bamboo struts.
And I see the power was shut down in this apartment block for part of the day, another perp interest it seems, to lower the EMF activity for a while to better assess the background level for absorption and re-emittance.
08-27-2011
I will get this posted soon as there will be a two day stay at the FFF house. A near sleepless night as the perps replayed ideations from themes and scenes they hadn't played in mind for over a year. Hence the accompanying noise each time a planted ideation came on, fromm outside noises of dude and yobo hollaring to excessive (augmented) noise from my fingertips, skin and hair on the sheets. And head flipping inside of a minute even, plus ear itches to cause me to scratch and then an outside noise at the moment of contact. Then they get me up an hour earlier for sheet washing.
The night before they had me get up and take a shower to then apply more vitamin E creme, the second application after the total toasting when at the skyclad beach the day before. Then yesterday's containment of tanning was near identical to last week's when they had me suddenly stop. Past tanning, apart from the recent two skyclad beach/lake events has often been accompanied by sudden cessations in farm work or sudden weather changes. Anyhow, I know so little of this aspect of their insane quest I should stop while I am ahead and call this posting done for a few days.
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Saturday, August 27, 2011
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Toe Pain
1715h
I am getting constant jabbing needle pains in my right toes as I write this, and they are being pulsed every five seconds or so. There has been an increase of pain "administration" of late; toes, testicles, nipples, hands, fingers all "happen" to get jabbed, burned with extra hot water, contacted or plain out and out irradiated with some kind of remote exotic pain application method. I sense this is all about getting deeper and stronger correlative neural energetic reactions along with whatever other action or thoughts they wish to track at the same time.
And after going to gym today, a 30 minute walk in each direction, it is clear that gangstalking "convergence", especially at intersections and street crossings, is the next escalation of harassment games. This is where two or more ambulatory gangstalkers arrive at the same intersection corner as I do in close proximity, 10' or less, and they invariably turn a corner at the same time while I am proceeding straight ahead. Very often, if the situation permits, one or more of these gangstalkers has just finished jaywalking across a busy thoroughfare to arrive at the intersection where I am.
Another gangstalking method that has increased in the past month is managing the profusion of vehicles that sit over the sidewalk at a driveway, or sit in my intended path when crossing a side street. Most are now turning left, which gives them the excuse to sit in my path for longer, waiting for both directions of traffic to clear. And they aren't bothering to stop for me as a pedestrian, but instead, belligerently pull in front of me when they have seen me coming. There is also more organized "putzing" of these vehicles, where they sit there in my path, and don't take the opportunity to proceed when there is no crossing traffic, but instead sit there so I am obliged to cross 2' in front or back of this planted vehicle, depending how far it pulled into my way. I am not allowed to cross a sidestreet without a vehicle crossing my path in front or behind for longer than five seconds. Alternatively, there will be an ambulatory gangstakers within 10' of me at these same locations. In no other city have I seen so much organized vehicular road traffic behavior.
This may have been mentioned before in past postings, but there has also been more vehicles running yellow and red lights, all to create a minimum of time before the intersection is populated by the crossing traffic from the other direction. This came on about a month ago, and is at the level that is worse than Los Angeles when I visited there some 15 years ago.
It was a gym day today, and I got the usual goofs and shills to stand around me and blatantly look stupid by doing nothing but loiter. One of today's featured operatives was a long haired male, making it obvious he wasn't there for the exercise. He was posted around me while I was lifting free weights. And I got more red dressed gangstalkers in the gym, one with a fedora-like street hat on for crissakes. And there were plenty of extra black markings on the wall beside the equipment I was using, and there is no conceivable way anyone would normally create these while using the equipment. Past experience has taught me that these are used as plasma and maser loci, sometimes for reflecting the beam, or else serving as an emanating source. It is as if someone with oversized black rubber soled runners took to kicking the wall, marking it only, up to 3' in height. Worse than a squash court.
In street gangstalking case today, I got one of the most blatant freakshow stunts going. A red hoodie wearing male was standing on the sidewalk in midstreet, just staring at me as I approached him from over 30' away, and he didn't move. I don't know what his act was, but when I looked back, he had then crossed the width of the sidewalk and then stood among the bordering coniferous shrubs. Another one was picking up litter, as if a "concerned citizen", by walking on the grass adjacent to the sidewalk. Bizarre to say the least.
I got plenty of ambulatory gangstalking action the entire distance, the 30 min. E. bound, and an hour later, 30 minutes W. bound. I have never seen so many "pedestrians" out today, and that included a party of three wheelchairs and the same number of attendants at this care home that does not normally let their patients out on the busy thoroughfare. I had passed this strange cluster of shills and gangstalkers, and then only 40' further at the infamous physical assault intersection, the perps has scripted a manhole "visitation" at a intersection, parking their service van over the crosswalk, and doing all the usual things of making it safe with railings around it, and then installing a winch with polyetheline tensioned cord over the manhole to add some "plastic action" into this bullshit story. This was at 1600h, and I have never seen the municipal workers take on a new job at this time unless there was an emergency, say, traffic control problems, which there wasn't
There is still three ongoing digging, concrete, and paving jobs on my 30 minute walk. One at each end, and one in the middle. Two of them poured fresh concrete today, while the third is still involved in digging down 6' or more and laying green 18" PVC pipes. Regular readers will know that the perps expend no end of effort in planning digging operations in my proximity, or for me to regularly pass by. Similarly for concrete; I usually get at least one redi-mix truck "passing by" per outing, or else a concrete pouring or forming operation.
For the finale, when arriving at my apartment from gym, I had three same sized Asian boys lined up E. to W. 10' from the front door, and a fourth one was cirulating between the door and them, on his cell phone. This was the space that I walked in, between the door and the Asian threesome, with the fourth member hanging around me as I entered the building.
On a different note altogether, I see that my BF Goodrich ball cap has "disappeared", and it would of been handy with all this low sun at this time of year that "finds" its way directly into my eyes, providing opportunities for planted backlighted subjects. This is the third theft of an article which has an affiliative organization logo or name; my Ministry of Forests brass belt buckle was stolen in 2000, then my Victoria Masters Swim Club jacket was stolen in 2002, and now, the lastmost item, the BF Goodrich ball cap. Regular readers will know that the perps can materialize matter, or dematerialize and teleport it elsewhere, and I suspect this was the case this time as there had been no signs of entry. All part of the harassment experience.
But they also leave plenty of clues as to what countermeasures are possible by their theft record; wearing a magnetic "healing vest" once was cause for it to be stolen in short order, and the same for the electromagnetic sheilding hats and shirt. Both got stolen, trashed, or replaced with a non-sheilding facsimilie. As all my countermeasures, and field strength detection equipment (three items) get sabotaged or trashed, there isn't much point to acquiring these. If this harassment is managed as closely as I think it is, all my past protective devices were to serve the assholes who were delivering the constant head pain at the time.
2030h
This morning I did some spreadsheet database work for a volunteer project. I was totally fucked around over where in the spreadsheet I was, recall as to select, cut and paste, etc. Basically, I was fucked over down to every cognitive aspect of using an Excel spreadsheet. Which is an advancement as to what they could do to me two weeks ago.
Another "on notice" stunt occured recently. I have been observing the perp's increasing capability to fuck with my recall, getting closer to the shortest term recall all the time. A few days ago, when entering my apartment, they fucked me out of remembering if I had turned on the adjacent light switch only 10 seconds earlier. I did not have a clue, another never-before capability to dither my recall. Based on today's games in screwing me on the Excel spreadsheet, I would surmise that all my short term recall is totally accessible and trashable by the perps. I suspect that total 100% mind control will be accomplished in a matter of weeks. But there is a whole lot more to this harassment objective than that, and it would seem that the assholes have a long way to go yet, given the above mentioned games of nearly posting operatives up my asshole in public.
The perps are ragging my ass bigtime this evening; fucking with typo sabotage, and my vision, usually together. And every scripted reaction that they plant upon me is primed for instant anger; I have never known myself to be acting in this way, but of course the provocations are coming at me all the time, as the level of cognitive interference is at a new primal level. Along with vocalizing my complaints about constant harassment, right down to getting fucked out of where I keep my items in my kitchen, something that I learn inside of a day, the perps keep changing my voice at each new vocalization. They like the raspy voice plenty, and will also vary the pitch and modulate my speech volume by sucking the air out of me so I won't get too loud. Real big of the assholes, voice morphing me while complaining about their jerkarounds.
And I heard by way of arranged happenchance that my Thursday yoga is moved to a new site, at least a few blocks further away, moving around in my last residence location's neighborhood. It is moving to an addictions treatment building, and that opens up huge cover story possibilities for the perps to plant yet more scurilous and shiftless scum in my proximity. Wooho.
The arranged happenchance was the other male in the yoga class "happening" to pass by on his bicycle when I was standing at the street corner. He came back, walking his bicycle on the crosswalk and showed me this bright yellow colored paper notice that the yoga class had moved. Being distracted at this intersection meant that more swarms of clothing color arranged gangstalkers could pass on either side of us, and then the waiting trades van in the closest parking stall to the intersection "happened" to round the corner, driving up on the sidewalk and passing within 12" of me. In other words, it was an arranged distraction with this vehicle waiting to drive next to me on the sidewalk. The perps had me in some kind of buzzed out state that prevented me from getting extremely annoyed at this asshole stunt, in effect dociled, so to shrug it off as yet another perp stunt. I should of also been pissed at my yoga "pal" for setting me up, but "somehow" I wasn't. And I can only assume that my yoga "pal" was showing me this notice for the purposes of referencing me to the color yellow at that location; the number of deep yellow colored taxis that go around that very same corner with me in the same position, E. bound, hasn't gone unnoticed. And the bicycles continue to be a big perp gangstalking adjunct and are often chained up in the most strangest of locations, for hours at a time, sometimes even days. As mentioned in past blogs, it is my theory that the tensioned metal spokes, or any stressed metal, offer increased energetic interference, hence their widespread use in gangstalking and related fuckery like today.
And in another turn of events, I had an invitation to go hiking tomorrow, and it was cancelled late today. Normally I don't get too many planned disruptions from the perps, as there isn't much of a life to disrupt. Two in one day is odd, though that might mean exactly nothing. I am the last to know, about the only certainty there is.
11-28-2007
1330h
Another forced "forget" to post this last night. I have just finished another round of building a schedule in Excel, and was forced to make every possible mistake at least once. Competence is not allowed. This is a repetition for regular readers, but no end of select, copy, cut and paste actions were noisestalked with simultaneous throat clearings, voiceover, or other office noise. The electronic chirping sound that has followed me in three residence locations is also "erupting" there. It is similar to a pneumatic tire wrench noise, but without the hissing, and emulates sounds that are associated with foundation wall setting for highrise buildings where a deep pit is needed, which "happened" at both my work and residence location when I lived in Seattle. And I also note that the perps have changed the kitchen cupboard hinge noise this morning to sound much the same.
And when I came back from a lunch break, the perps scripted a piss for me to take upon entering my apartment, and lo, if they didn't script missing the toilet, an ever present harassment possibility for which I take precautions everytime. Except when they defeat my anticipatory countermeasures and fuck me into making a mess to then clean up. And of course total enragement follows, to keep up the annoyance level, the one consistency that is totatlly predictable. Imagine, harassing an innocent citizen to piss outside the toilet for kicks, now for over five years. I wouldn't believe this either if someone had told me about this pernicious depravity. All the years of camping and outside forestry work wasn't enough for the sickos before they went overt in 2002.
I am getting constant jabbing needle pains in my right toes as I write this, and they are being pulsed every five seconds or so. There has been an increase of pain "administration" of late; toes, testicles, nipples, hands, fingers all "happen" to get jabbed, burned with extra hot water, contacted or plain out and out irradiated with some kind of remote exotic pain application method. I sense this is all about getting deeper and stronger correlative neural energetic reactions along with whatever other action or thoughts they wish to track at the same time.
And after going to gym today, a 30 minute walk in each direction, it is clear that gangstalking "convergence", especially at intersections and street crossings, is the next escalation of harassment games. This is where two or more ambulatory gangstalkers arrive at the same intersection corner as I do in close proximity, 10' or less, and they invariably turn a corner at the same time while I am proceeding straight ahead. Very often, if the situation permits, one or more of these gangstalkers has just finished jaywalking across a busy thoroughfare to arrive at the intersection where I am.
Another gangstalking method that has increased in the past month is managing the profusion of vehicles that sit over the sidewalk at a driveway, or sit in my intended path when crossing a side street. Most are now turning left, which gives them the excuse to sit in my path for longer, waiting for both directions of traffic to clear. And they aren't bothering to stop for me as a pedestrian, but instead, belligerently pull in front of me when they have seen me coming. There is also more organized "putzing" of these vehicles, where they sit there in my path, and don't take the opportunity to proceed when there is no crossing traffic, but instead sit there so I am obliged to cross 2' in front or back of this planted vehicle, depending how far it pulled into my way. I am not allowed to cross a sidestreet without a vehicle crossing my path in front or behind for longer than five seconds. Alternatively, there will be an ambulatory gangstakers within 10' of me at these same locations. In no other city have I seen so much organized vehicular road traffic behavior.
This may have been mentioned before in past postings, but there has also been more vehicles running yellow and red lights, all to create a minimum of time before the intersection is populated by the crossing traffic from the other direction. This came on about a month ago, and is at the level that is worse than Los Angeles when I visited there some 15 years ago.
It was a gym day today, and I got the usual goofs and shills to stand around me and blatantly look stupid by doing nothing but loiter. One of today's featured operatives was a long haired male, making it obvious he wasn't there for the exercise. He was posted around me while I was lifting free weights. And I got more red dressed gangstalkers in the gym, one with a fedora-like street hat on for crissakes. And there were plenty of extra black markings on the wall beside the equipment I was using, and there is no conceivable way anyone would normally create these while using the equipment. Past experience has taught me that these are used as plasma and maser loci, sometimes for reflecting the beam, or else serving as an emanating source. It is as if someone with oversized black rubber soled runners took to kicking the wall, marking it only, up to 3' in height. Worse than a squash court.
In street gangstalking case today, I got one of the most blatant freakshow stunts going. A red hoodie wearing male was standing on the sidewalk in midstreet, just staring at me as I approached him from over 30' away, and he didn't move. I don't know what his act was, but when I looked back, he had then crossed the width of the sidewalk and then stood among the bordering coniferous shrubs. Another one was picking up litter, as if a "concerned citizen", by walking on the grass adjacent to the sidewalk. Bizarre to say the least.
I got plenty of ambulatory gangstalking action the entire distance, the 30 min. E. bound, and an hour later, 30 minutes W. bound. I have never seen so many "pedestrians" out today, and that included a party of three wheelchairs and the same number of attendants at this care home that does not normally let their patients out on the busy thoroughfare. I had passed this strange cluster of shills and gangstalkers, and then only 40' further at the infamous physical assault intersection, the perps has scripted a manhole "visitation" at a intersection, parking their service van over the crosswalk, and doing all the usual things of making it safe with railings around it, and then installing a winch with polyetheline tensioned cord over the manhole to add some "plastic action" into this bullshit story. This was at 1600h, and I have never seen the municipal workers take on a new job at this time unless there was an emergency, say, traffic control problems, which there wasn't
There is still three ongoing digging, concrete, and paving jobs on my 30 minute walk. One at each end, and one in the middle. Two of them poured fresh concrete today, while the third is still involved in digging down 6' or more and laying green 18" PVC pipes. Regular readers will know that the perps expend no end of effort in planning digging operations in my proximity, or for me to regularly pass by. Similarly for concrete; I usually get at least one redi-mix truck "passing by" per outing, or else a concrete pouring or forming operation.
For the finale, when arriving at my apartment from gym, I had three same sized Asian boys lined up E. to W. 10' from the front door, and a fourth one was cirulating between the door and them, on his cell phone. This was the space that I walked in, between the door and the Asian threesome, with the fourth member hanging around me as I entered the building.
On a different note altogether, I see that my BF Goodrich ball cap has "disappeared", and it would of been handy with all this low sun at this time of year that "finds" its way directly into my eyes, providing opportunities for planted backlighted subjects. This is the third theft of an article which has an affiliative organization logo or name; my Ministry of Forests brass belt buckle was stolen in 2000, then my Victoria Masters Swim Club jacket was stolen in 2002, and now, the lastmost item, the BF Goodrich ball cap. Regular readers will know that the perps can materialize matter, or dematerialize and teleport it elsewhere, and I suspect this was the case this time as there had been no signs of entry. All part of the harassment experience.
But they also leave plenty of clues as to what countermeasures are possible by their theft record; wearing a magnetic "healing vest" once was cause for it to be stolen in short order, and the same for the electromagnetic sheilding hats and shirt. Both got stolen, trashed, or replaced with a non-sheilding facsimilie. As all my countermeasures, and field strength detection equipment (three items) get sabotaged or trashed, there isn't much point to acquiring these. If this harassment is managed as closely as I think it is, all my past protective devices were to serve the assholes who were delivering the constant head pain at the time.
2030h
This morning I did some spreadsheet database work for a volunteer project. I was totally fucked around over where in the spreadsheet I was, recall as to select, cut and paste, etc. Basically, I was fucked over down to every cognitive aspect of using an Excel spreadsheet. Which is an advancement as to what they could do to me two weeks ago.
Another "on notice" stunt occured recently. I have been observing the perp's increasing capability to fuck with my recall, getting closer to the shortest term recall all the time. A few days ago, when entering my apartment, they fucked me out of remembering if I had turned on the adjacent light switch only 10 seconds earlier. I did not have a clue, another never-before capability to dither my recall. Based on today's games in screwing me on the Excel spreadsheet, I would surmise that all my short term recall is totally accessible and trashable by the perps. I suspect that total 100% mind control will be accomplished in a matter of weeks. But there is a whole lot more to this harassment objective than that, and it would seem that the assholes have a long way to go yet, given the above mentioned games of nearly posting operatives up my asshole in public.
The perps are ragging my ass bigtime this evening; fucking with typo sabotage, and my vision, usually together. And every scripted reaction that they plant upon me is primed for instant anger; I have never known myself to be acting in this way, but of course the provocations are coming at me all the time, as the level of cognitive interference is at a new primal level. Along with vocalizing my complaints about constant harassment, right down to getting fucked out of where I keep my items in my kitchen, something that I learn inside of a day, the perps keep changing my voice at each new vocalization. They like the raspy voice plenty, and will also vary the pitch and modulate my speech volume by sucking the air out of me so I won't get too loud. Real big of the assholes, voice morphing me while complaining about their jerkarounds.
And I heard by way of arranged happenchance that my Thursday yoga is moved to a new site, at least a few blocks further away, moving around in my last residence location's neighborhood. It is moving to an addictions treatment building, and that opens up huge cover story possibilities for the perps to plant yet more scurilous and shiftless scum in my proximity. Wooho.
The arranged happenchance was the other male in the yoga class "happening" to pass by on his bicycle when I was standing at the street corner. He came back, walking his bicycle on the crosswalk and showed me this bright yellow colored paper notice that the yoga class had moved. Being distracted at this intersection meant that more swarms of clothing color arranged gangstalkers could pass on either side of us, and then the waiting trades van in the closest parking stall to the intersection "happened" to round the corner, driving up on the sidewalk and passing within 12" of me. In other words, it was an arranged distraction with this vehicle waiting to drive next to me on the sidewalk. The perps had me in some kind of buzzed out state that prevented me from getting extremely annoyed at this asshole stunt, in effect dociled, so to shrug it off as yet another perp stunt. I should of also been pissed at my yoga "pal" for setting me up, but "somehow" I wasn't. And I can only assume that my yoga "pal" was showing me this notice for the purposes of referencing me to the color yellow at that location; the number of deep yellow colored taxis that go around that very same corner with me in the same position, E. bound, hasn't gone unnoticed. And the bicycles continue to be a big perp gangstalking adjunct and are often chained up in the most strangest of locations, for hours at a time, sometimes even days. As mentioned in past blogs, it is my theory that the tensioned metal spokes, or any stressed metal, offer increased energetic interference, hence their widespread use in gangstalking and related fuckery like today.
And in another turn of events, I had an invitation to go hiking tomorrow, and it was cancelled late today. Normally I don't get too many planned disruptions from the perps, as there isn't much of a life to disrupt. Two in one day is odd, though that might mean exactly nothing. I am the last to know, about the only certainty there is.
11-28-2007
1330h
Another forced "forget" to post this last night. I have just finished another round of building a schedule in Excel, and was forced to make every possible mistake at least once. Competence is not allowed. This is a repetition for regular readers, but no end of select, copy, cut and paste actions were noisestalked with simultaneous throat clearings, voiceover, or other office noise. The electronic chirping sound that has followed me in three residence locations is also "erupting" there. It is similar to a pneumatic tire wrench noise, but without the hissing, and emulates sounds that are associated with foundation wall setting for highrise buildings where a deep pit is needed, which "happened" at both my work and residence location when I lived in Seattle. And I also note that the perps have changed the kitchen cupboard hinge noise this morning to sound much the same.
And when I came back from a lunch break, the perps scripted a piss for me to take upon entering my apartment, and lo, if they didn't script missing the toilet, an ever present harassment possibility for which I take precautions everytime. Except when they defeat my anticipatory countermeasures and fuck me into making a mess to then clean up. And of course total enragement follows, to keep up the annoyance level, the one consistency that is totatlly predictable. Imagine, harassing an innocent citizen to piss outside the toilet for kicks, now for over five years. I wouldn't believe this either if someone had told me about this pernicious depravity. All the years of camping and outside forestry work wasn't enough for the sickos before they went overt in 2002.
Monday, October 29, 2007
The Energetics of Geography
1910h
I am convinced the perps are hot on the trail of determining more of one's bioenergetics that is confered by geography, both on a local scale, and across the globe. They had me working on this tree stump hole at my parent's place today, this time with an ax to remove the stump (of Douglas fir) that "happened" to be under the cottonwood stump I removed three days ago. The perps had the soil fly about, planted it onto my shoes and jeans, and generally scatter as I encountered it while chipping away at this deeper tree stump.
Today's setup was that my father was off to his putative daycare for dementia patients, and would be coming back when my perp abetting mother was out at a luncheon. Therefore, I was to hold the fort, and be there when he came home and make the tea and the rest of his usual post-return routine. Which meant that I was contained at their place for the day until I took the bus back to my place along with the rolling freakshow that accompanies me. I still fail to see why there are huge trains of color coordinated vehicles heading downtown at 1630h, let alone the bus full of passengers that were on board. For this government town with no major industrial employers, it doesn't add up. Just my usual rant. I reckon the perps must have put on at least 2,000 vehicles on today's vehicular gangstalking and at least that many again parked in high density along the bus route.
Now that I have dug holes at my in-town brother's for planting new trees for reasons that were tenuous, and now again at my parent's place, along with all the attention of the noise, phenomenon (masers, plasma beams, decoloration of objects), the parent's strange copious visits to the digging, my father hamming up the dementia bullshit act, harassment incursions (dumping soil on my shoes, causing axe and pick swings to constantly miss, and I never have missed to this degree before), constant noise of aircraft, vehicles in a residential area, drone noises, bird callings, etc, and a few other stunts that don't come to mind, I am suspecting that the perps may just be on the cusp of figuring out the earth's energetics separate from my own bioenergetics. Just my take on the perp's current games, feints and stunts.
Adding to this is that I will be "helping" my parents select a tree tomorrow, planting it, and then later getting a ride to the gym directly from their place, rather than my usual route of walking directly from my place downtown Victoria. Or at least, that is the plan, and it could be changed, also a common feature of this game, foiling "my" notions (read, planted thoughts) as to what the plan is about. My mother is also having a weaving group over tonight, and after a luncheon this afternoon, that is at least two weeks of normal social activity. The weavers also came for the new living room carpet some three weeks ago, and that too is odd, as they came by once a year at most. Anyhow, it is all speculation and before long there will be some more "tells" as to what particular perp objective is getting the most attention.
I got fucked at the bus stop again; the perps ran the bus four minutes early causing me to miss it, and the next one was at least 20 minutes later. While waiting, at least 300 vehicles coursed by on this secondary residential area thoroughfare, coordinated by color and vehicle type per usual, and even a small dump truck with huge blocks of concrete in the box, which also "happened" to show up on the bus' route later. I also got another "way cool dude" circulating around me at the bus stop, also on his cell phone, and after some 5 minutes of waiting, he took off. I also got my elderly Asian contingent gangstalking me at the bus stop; he was sitting in the shelter, as if he had missed the bus by two minutes, and some five minutes later an elderly Asian woman "arrives" (somehow) 20' from the bus stop, just standing in place on the sidewalk. As soon as I got my camera ready for another "just standing there" picture of an operative, she wandered toward the bus shelter where he joined her and then they wandered off together, another bizarre stroke of neighborhood "walks". I also got a reprising ambulatory Asian male gangstalker in this residential neighborhood, stalking me at the begining of my walk to the bus stop, he being S. bound, and while waiting at the bus stop he "shows up" again N. bound, appearing to be on a neighborhood walk. He of the near clown oufit, clashing colors of green, red and black with his umbrella that was not needed, and the only one I saw in all the later ambulatory gangstalking fuckery. To do such a loop he needed to reverse his course, all timed to come by me again.
And what joke, catching the bus, as there are two routes in opposite directions on this secondary thoroughfare. Upon seeing the alternate route (E. bound) was coming before the intended route (W. bound), I crossed the street to get the first arriving bus, rather that wait any longer. I caught the E. bus, and lo, if the intended W. bus in the oncoming direction didn't show up one stop later. Both buses stopped at either side of the street, and then a kid (an operative in morphover more likely), who was 20' ahead of the E. bound bus (not at the bus stop) runs across the road to get the W. bound bus. Then he runs back across the road to board the E. bound bus that he didn't appear to want to take in the first place. A couple from the W. bound bus also got off and crossed the road to board the E. bound bus that I was on. This effectively emulated what I did, intending to get the W. bound bus, but crossing the street to get E. bound bus as it loops around and takes the same route to downtown. As it "so happened", the aforementioned couple that swapped buses got off in short order and would of got to their stop sooner if they had stayed on their original (W. bound) bus. Bizarre, if one can follow all that.
It seemed to be "boy's day" on the bus; all the putative passengers that came to ring me were youthful, save one brown skinned dude. This round followed the Asian woman demographic that preceded them and was largely in place when I got on board. I had the more garish colored clothing planted around me; the gangstalkers were wearing yellows, bright blues, reds, browns and one in black pants that were paint flecked, a common operative getup. As usual, they take many measures to expose their mouth contents; chewing gum, open mouthing, eating food etc. This is standard practice now, everywhere I go, both males and females.
As usual, I had an extra large freakshow of ambulatory gangstalkers, not to mention some strange cyclists that seemed to hang around me, and then dismounted to attach their bicycle to a post, a very common public occurence that has also erupted in concert with the harassment antics. I suspect that the tension of the wheel spokes of bicycles allows the perps to obtain more energetics measurements than otherwise. There is something they like about having stressed metals around me, and this would include diesel engines with their substantially greater compression to ignite the air-fuel mixture along with the characteristic clattering noise.
And the number of gangstalkers wearing shades today was hilarious; no visible sun or blue sky, overcast with a 60% POP (probability of precipitation), and at least half of them had sunglasses on, at either end of my bus trip and onboard also. This is not the first time I have noticed this of late, but as my in-town brother also engages in this selective sunglasses use that is unrelated, and even at odds, with the lighting conditions, I can only surmise that the abductee reports of the aliens looking into human's eyes at close range and "reading" them (making determinations) must be true for reasons that we harassment victims don't understand. I suspect the eyes are a source of IR radiation, and as they are also the only location in humans where one's blood flow can be directly monitored, one's eyes are of intense interest to the perps. They have trashed both pairs of my prescription sunglasses and clearly don't want me wearing them given how often I "forgot" to take them with me.
As this is a Monday, the return day from my parent's place, I suspect that I won't get to sleep for hours tonight, as the perps like to extend my awake time. I am calling that one in advance. Another regular item on Mondays is the perps forcing me to take a crap in the evening, just before or after dinner, and this has happened at least four Mondays in succession. It would seem that whatever benefits that the perps gain, (remotely applied bioenergetics assays IMHO), from my once per week stays at my parent's place, they want to attain the same thing at my residence location and neighborhood. That is my theory on why Mondays are so intensely gangstalked, freakshowed and the rest of the parental pandering that unfolds.
When I got in "I" phoned my ex to expect to leave a message on her telephone answering machine as she is away in Brussels (another geographic energetics test?) to thank her for the mattick that was "borrowed" to dig out the tree stump at my parent's place. Instead, I got my daughter who got into a long story about soccer and the coaching travails. Normally she is very terse and uncommunicative when I phone, and for this rare instance she was positively gregarious. I say "borrowed" in quotes as I don't know where my ex would of got this particular tool as it wasn't one we had when together, and I cannot envision her buying one as she cannot heft such heavy gardening tools. No doubt the perps wanted me to have this particular version, as she supplied the original mattick head for no plausible reason. Another go figure.
2240h
Time to call this blog done for the day; all of today's bizarreness is not conveyed here, but the above journalling should offer enough variety and detail to suggest that I am not making this up. If anyone was in my highschool English class. and recalls how often my creative writing was roundly trashed, they would concur.
I am convinced the perps are hot on the trail of determining more of one's bioenergetics that is confered by geography, both on a local scale, and across the globe. They had me working on this tree stump hole at my parent's place today, this time with an ax to remove the stump (of Douglas fir) that "happened" to be under the cottonwood stump I removed three days ago. The perps had the soil fly about, planted it onto my shoes and jeans, and generally scatter as I encountered it while chipping away at this deeper tree stump.
Today's setup was that my father was off to his putative daycare for dementia patients, and would be coming back when my perp abetting mother was out at a luncheon. Therefore, I was to hold the fort, and be there when he came home and make the tea and the rest of his usual post-return routine. Which meant that I was contained at their place for the day until I took the bus back to my place along with the rolling freakshow that accompanies me. I still fail to see why there are huge trains of color coordinated vehicles heading downtown at 1630h, let alone the bus full of passengers that were on board. For this government town with no major industrial employers, it doesn't add up. Just my usual rant. I reckon the perps must have put on at least 2,000 vehicles on today's vehicular gangstalking and at least that many again parked in high density along the bus route.
Now that I have dug holes at my in-town brother's for planting new trees for reasons that were tenuous, and now again at my parent's place, along with all the attention of the noise, phenomenon (masers, plasma beams, decoloration of objects), the parent's strange copious visits to the digging, my father hamming up the dementia bullshit act, harassment incursions (dumping soil on my shoes, causing axe and pick swings to constantly miss, and I never have missed to this degree before), constant noise of aircraft, vehicles in a residential area, drone noises, bird callings, etc, and a few other stunts that don't come to mind, I am suspecting that the perps may just be on the cusp of figuring out the earth's energetics separate from my own bioenergetics. Just my take on the perp's current games, feints and stunts.
Adding to this is that I will be "helping" my parents select a tree tomorrow, planting it, and then later getting a ride to the gym directly from their place, rather than my usual route of walking directly from my place downtown Victoria. Or at least, that is the plan, and it could be changed, also a common feature of this game, foiling "my" notions (read, planted thoughts) as to what the plan is about. My mother is also having a weaving group over tonight, and after a luncheon this afternoon, that is at least two weeks of normal social activity. The weavers also came for the new living room carpet some three weeks ago, and that too is odd, as they came by once a year at most. Anyhow, it is all speculation and before long there will be some more "tells" as to what particular perp objective is getting the most attention.
I got fucked at the bus stop again; the perps ran the bus four minutes early causing me to miss it, and the next one was at least 20 minutes later. While waiting, at least 300 vehicles coursed by on this secondary residential area thoroughfare, coordinated by color and vehicle type per usual, and even a small dump truck with huge blocks of concrete in the box, which also "happened" to show up on the bus' route later. I also got another "way cool dude" circulating around me at the bus stop, also on his cell phone, and after some 5 minutes of waiting, he took off. I also got my elderly Asian contingent gangstalking me at the bus stop; he was sitting in the shelter, as if he had missed the bus by two minutes, and some five minutes later an elderly Asian woman "arrives" (somehow) 20' from the bus stop, just standing in place on the sidewalk. As soon as I got my camera ready for another "just standing there" picture of an operative, she wandered toward the bus shelter where he joined her and then they wandered off together, another bizarre stroke of neighborhood "walks". I also got a reprising ambulatory Asian male gangstalker in this residential neighborhood, stalking me at the begining of my walk to the bus stop, he being S. bound, and while waiting at the bus stop he "shows up" again N. bound, appearing to be on a neighborhood walk. He of the near clown oufit, clashing colors of green, red and black with his umbrella that was not needed, and the only one I saw in all the later ambulatory gangstalking fuckery. To do such a loop he needed to reverse his course, all timed to come by me again.
And what joke, catching the bus, as there are two routes in opposite directions on this secondary thoroughfare. Upon seeing the alternate route (E. bound) was coming before the intended route (W. bound), I crossed the street to get the first arriving bus, rather that wait any longer. I caught the E. bus, and lo, if the intended W. bus in the oncoming direction didn't show up one stop later. Both buses stopped at either side of the street, and then a kid (an operative in morphover more likely), who was 20' ahead of the E. bound bus (not at the bus stop) runs across the road to get the W. bound bus. Then he runs back across the road to board the E. bound bus that he didn't appear to want to take in the first place. A couple from the W. bound bus also got off and crossed the road to board the E. bound bus that I was on. This effectively emulated what I did, intending to get the W. bound bus, but crossing the street to get E. bound bus as it loops around and takes the same route to downtown. As it "so happened", the aforementioned couple that swapped buses got off in short order and would of got to their stop sooner if they had stayed on their original (W. bound) bus. Bizarre, if one can follow all that.
It seemed to be "boy's day" on the bus; all the putative passengers that came to ring me were youthful, save one brown skinned dude. This round followed the Asian woman demographic that preceded them and was largely in place when I got on board. I had the more garish colored clothing planted around me; the gangstalkers were wearing yellows, bright blues, reds, browns and one in black pants that were paint flecked, a common operative getup. As usual, they take many measures to expose their mouth contents; chewing gum, open mouthing, eating food etc. This is standard practice now, everywhere I go, both males and females.
As usual, I had an extra large freakshow of ambulatory gangstalkers, not to mention some strange cyclists that seemed to hang around me, and then dismounted to attach their bicycle to a post, a very common public occurence that has also erupted in concert with the harassment antics. I suspect that the tension of the wheel spokes of bicycles allows the perps to obtain more energetics measurements than otherwise. There is something they like about having stressed metals around me, and this would include diesel engines with their substantially greater compression to ignite the air-fuel mixture along with the characteristic clattering noise.
And the number of gangstalkers wearing shades today was hilarious; no visible sun or blue sky, overcast with a 60% POP (probability of precipitation), and at least half of them had sunglasses on, at either end of my bus trip and onboard also. This is not the first time I have noticed this of late, but as my in-town brother also engages in this selective sunglasses use that is unrelated, and even at odds, with the lighting conditions, I can only surmise that the abductee reports of the aliens looking into human's eyes at close range and "reading" them (making determinations) must be true for reasons that we harassment victims don't understand. I suspect the eyes are a source of IR radiation, and as they are also the only location in humans where one's blood flow can be directly monitored, one's eyes are of intense interest to the perps. They have trashed both pairs of my prescription sunglasses and clearly don't want me wearing them given how often I "forgot" to take them with me.
As this is a Monday, the return day from my parent's place, I suspect that I won't get to sleep for hours tonight, as the perps like to extend my awake time. I am calling that one in advance. Another regular item on Mondays is the perps forcing me to take a crap in the evening, just before or after dinner, and this has happened at least four Mondays in succession. It would seem that whatever benefits that the perps gain, (remotely applied bioenergetics assays IMHO), from my once per week stays at my parent's place, they want to attain the same thing at my residence location and neighborhood. That is my theory on why Mondays are so intensely gangstalked, freakshowed and the rest of the parental pandering that unfolds.
When I got in "I" phoned my ex to expect to leave a message on her telephone answering machine as she is away in Brussels (another geographic energetics test?) to thank her for the mattick that was "borrowed" to dig out the tree stump at my parent's place. Instead, I got my daughter who got into a long story about soccer and the coaching travails. Normally she is very terse and uncommunicative when I phone, and for this rare instance she was positively gregarious. I say "borrowed" in quotes as I don't know where my ex would of got this particular tool as it wasn't one we had when together, and I cannot envision her buying one as she cannot heft such heavy gardening tools. No doubt the perps wanted me to have this particular version, as she supplied the original mattick head for no plausible reason. Another go figure.
2240h
Time to call this blog done for the day; all of today's bizarreness is not conveyed here, but the above journalling should offer enough variety and detail to suggest that I am not making this up. If anyone was in my highschool English class. and recalls how often my creative writing was roundly trashed, they would concur.
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