07-24-2017
"Beautiful inhale" is the term the new yoga instructor frequently uses for taking a deep breath. She is young and bubbly, always smiling, a bit like an effervescent hippy girl of long ago. I don't particularly take to those who are constantly smiling as I find this rapport at odds with my own persona. (Like, is she crazy?) I am beginning to warm up to her, and it helps that she is as lithesome as she is well proportioned. And blonde and young. Such is the male mind, totally distractable by the female form.
Though the perps do love to plant people who first seem objectionable in some aspect, and monitor me while I later re-evaluate my opinion of them.
Another day of tucking vines, and it seems I got a break productivity-wise, as the second varietal has a more vertical growing habit, and doesn't need the degree of effort to get them erect from flopping down.
Another skunk at the walk-in doctor's office, same as Saturday. The perps plugged it up enough that their "quota" of patients was exceeded by 1515h. In this realm of state managed medical care, they allow full reimbursement up to 80 (?) patients a day. After that, the state only reimburses the doctors by half that. Ergo, this clinic shuts down after the prescribed number of patients at full reimbursement. The perp assholes choked the place two days ago on Saturday morning, and so I thought I would take the risk and try today, Monday afternoon. In the past I did not have a problem at this time of day, but now I do. Thanks a bunch.
And predictably, the last pill of selegiline was this morning, so I will go at least a day without it. Which fits the pattern of perp fuckery; constantly messing with my supply of medicine or supplements so I end up skipping them when I had absolutely no intention to do so. No good habit goes unpunished (unsabotaged) or useful medication goes undisrupted.
And what was the deal last night, when the perps kept me up for at least three hours before they let me sleep? The usual tossing and turning, mostly the latter. And a new stunt; I was in a light sleep and the assholes portrayed an ant crawling around in my "vision", or more like visual cortex. I immediately jumped, as I have been inundated with ants for months now, and I nail every one. They even had ants crawling on this here LCD display a few months ago. And it seems a new hatch is out in the kitchen now.
07-25-2017
I worked two vineyards today, about 3 km apart today, same employer. I suppose that isn't too different from last year when my employer had a vineyard 5 km away from their winery site vineyard where I reported most days.
Then I stopped work an hour early to go to the naturopath, and I am always a bit circumspect as she is so vague at times. My iron is low she says, and then doesn't have anything to offer as to how to fix it. Then, for the protocol she said she would develop for my upcoming radiotherapy for prostate cancer, all she showed me the page from a naturopathic oncology book for crissakes. Then I mention the methylation topic she introduced me to last visit, that went nowhere.
Eventually I had to promote the IV vitamin C therapy she offers, as part of preparing for radiotherapy. She wasn't adverse to doing it, but gosh, I expected her to be little more with it. I never did get a baseline plasma vitamin C level test from her last visit, so this whole deal doesn't have a quantifiable start or end state.
07-26-2017
In the orchestrated juggling of clinical events, the above IV vitamin C "happened" during the two day span of not taking selegiline. No coincidence that considering the insane fuckery that goes on manipulating the "forgets" over taking supplements and planned "shortages".
I finally got into the walk-in doctor today, who wasn't too moved to offer an alternative, as the selegiline is giving me tingling toes. This guy seemed a little more professional than the last time, as I mentioned that a dopamine shortage is manifested in a number of ways, and listed some, and he just stared at me. This time, on account of the tingling toes, more blood tests. Anyhow, he did say the shrink I am to see in September is "on top of it", and also offered that he is "thorough". So maybe, a real doctor that knows something about dopamine is in the offing, though I am not going to hold my breath, as I consider them to be constrained by the perps, and by way of past experience, have written them off as the Liar's Club.
Post IV vitamin C today, and I feel better. It was 34C today, and I felt fine. Though the perps did add some adverse fuckery games while tucking vines; scrambling me as to what wire (# 2 or 3) I am working on, as we are putting both up, after dropping each. Another trick they like to do is to cross them up, to create more angst and confusion as to which wire is what. And too, this adversity "blows up" near row ends, their favorite place to add more adversity, outside noise, and of course, the gangstalking co-workers who "happen" to be there. Have I beaten on the theme enough, that the perps are obsessed over any direction changes I make, seeming to fit with changes of energetic anisotropy they so like to remotely monitor. Even the crew boss' dog is in on it.
At the Rx counter at the LD store, a wacko stalker comes up behind me and says "nice legs", presumably in reference to my own tanned and waxed legs. I look at him like he was nuts, and just when I am about to enter my PIN number, he flicks his arm out and crouches low for some mysterious reason. I look at him again, like he is really nuts.
As it "happened", the pharmacy tech at the counter thought the "nice legs" remark was directed at her, even if her legs were hidden by the counter, and responded in kind. If I couldn't see her legs how could the Fuckwit behind me do so? Anyhow, I finish my transaction on the debit card machine and wander off. In a few minutes, while at the second cashier at LD, I get a call on my phone, but of course I wasn't allowed to answer it as the ringing stopped as soon at I touched it. (Usual phone answering sabotage). Later I review the message at home and it was the pharmacy tech, explaining at length as to how embarrassed she was at responding to the "nice legs" comment from the Fuckwit wacko (my term), who she thought was with me for some perverse reason. I phoned back and got another pharmacy tech, and conveyed my observation that there was no need for embarrassment etc. All too strange, and of course timed for that very moment of intense perp fuckery, making a financial transaction.
07-27-2017
More boring vine tucking in the heat; "only" 32C today. Plenty more mind fuck games over the tucking; e.g. what trellis wire belongs where, and finding out if they are crossed, laterally, or vertically. One row had me infuriated for at least 30 min. Then it was lunch time, and lo, some 30 minutes after lunch, they started that shit up again.
Another blood test today, the second in a week. Obviously the IV vitamin C, and restarting selegiline after two days off is a big deal. Though, I have a sense the perps can withdraw blood from me by teleportation means anytime they want. As to why they have me go through the conventional method is unclear to me. Perhaps they need more mortals to come in contact with my blood, say, handling the test tubes. The usual gut strut stalkers in there;
07-29-2017
A day off, Saturday, and one that became food acquisition oriented. The farmer's market, a major gangstalk scene as it is such a clusterfuck, though less so when I go early. I had a male bun-head with a major tattoo attack down his arms hounding my ass. The regular stand I go to was staffed with the regular woman, who for the first time in two years, put on a very friendly persona today. She has always been a bit cautious, if not furtive, but not unfriendly. But this time she put on a big smile for crissakes. Funny how I get these personality transformations all the time, which I did before all this shit rained down on me in 04-2002.
Then to the new-old specialty grocer, now changed hands, as it was a Penticton landmark for over 40 years. And lo, with the new points system they now have, the cashier addressed me by my first name. Under the old ownership, this never happened, even with their own points system. Since the cashier worked under the old ownership, this was (to me) quite the transformation.
Then onto hiking, and my tanning plans came to little, even after packing the 2kg portable cot in my pack. There were bear sightings posted and I didn't feel like going to the more remote area by myself. Just maybe the perp's planted this anxious notion, something they are long practiced at. Then after the 2 hour hiike, onto the adjacent farm store where I picked up my pre-ordered 3lb of basil. The cashier was chatty and pleasant, another case of persona change going back some four years. It was last year she became friendly, which has continued. Again, these persona changes seem to be arranged over long periods, and for whatever reason, though under the rationale of habituation, they change.
And my evening plans to join my work-injured colleague came to naught; he claimed he wasn't feeling up to it in a text I received when I was halfway down the hill during my hike. Perhaps he got the word to beg off from the perps, who made some kind of determination after I spent my lunch in the sun. The assholes also had me "forget" to take a spoon or a fork, and with no substitutes, so I had to use my fingers. For someone who loathes a mess on my hands, the assholes got me big time.
This eating utensils fuckery has been going on for over two years now, and I am getting severely pissed about this. These "forgets" over bringing my titanium fork, spork or whatever have got way out of control. Sometimes as a result of a forced "forget" I have a knife, and scoop lunchtime food with the back edge of it. Then the fuckery advanced to the point that I had to borrow a fork from the winery at work, this year and last. So to prevent more inconvenience, I keep a spare utensil in my regular day pack and vehicle glove box. Today, the assholes had me take my large back for the portable cot, which turned out to be a ruse (per above), which does not have any spare utensil set in it. So I was caught out, and had no knife either. So what in the fuck is it that is so important to the perps over what eating (or food preparation) utensils I use? And this insane bullshit for over 15 years as part of their targeted relentless abuse and harassment program all because they don't have the gumption to show their face and declare their intentions. I just don't understand how such a large and pervasive organized with unlimited funds could be so fundamentally rigid over keeping me, and other TI's, as kept human lab rats over this principle of non-declaration. Like who are they fooling?
07-30-2017
Sunday, but a working day at a part time vineyard, doing S side de-leafing. The perps had me "forget" to bring my water bottle today, so I had to settle for cup fulls from the outside hos bib. The "cup" being my lunch container, usually for pecans which I had to eat first. Another forced "forget" was the selegiline medication, not taking it with my breakfast, my usual routine. Another forced "forget" was my current habit of preparing my vehicle for a hot day while parked; I always open the windows a crack and put up the reflective wind shield on the inside. I have been doing this every hot day for months, and I "happen" to forget? At lunch time I made the trip to the vehicle to put all in order. But why?
Anyhow, the perps have ground me into a rage-fied state tonight after a day of working outside in the heat, scrambling my usual prudent food preparation habits. Enough of this pedantic trivia, and onto posting this for the week.
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Sunday, February 26, 2017
Fat Folk
02-20-2017
I would include myself in the category of "fat folk" with a BMI of 27 when 20 is normal for my height. And it seems that I have gained at least 5 lb since the beginning of the new year. That emancipated and shriveled up cancer patient image just isn't playing out.
I mentioned in last week's posting about the fat hair stylist who needed to push her gut into my side or back while attending to my hair. Only a day later, while lingering at the tanning salon only because they had free food because it was the last day of their sale, a blonde fat girl was parading around, and made sure I saw her, and then, when averting my gaze, she paraded closer in front of me to get my attention yet again. I didn't see any particular reason for her parading around at all, as she could of sat down and enjoyed the food like anyone else, but hey, normal folk acting strange in my proximity is nothing new since all this shit rained down 04-2002. Add a fat girl on the vineyard crew and we are set for a new round, so to speak.
Some back pain today in the afternoon, and no kidney pressure thankfully. The paw-paw was the cause of the latter, and I have been off it for two weeks now. It is just the MMS vs. the cancer. Or, should I say, it is my perception that it is metastasized prostate cancer, as I don't know what else it could be. Those aches, and some pains, shooting up my back from my hips, and sometimes down to my knee. The L side seems to be more afflicted, and even sometimes I get twinges into my shoulder and arms. I see the radiation oncologist in two days, so hopefully I will get a firm diagnosis, even if my condition is a moving target, so to speak. After two doctors fanned on giving me a diagnosis, I have to go through this protracted exercise of diagnostic delays yet again. And too, I get to visit the radio-therapy clinic and all that expensive gear that can "cure" (a much qualified term) and also give cancer too. Ask breast cancer survivors 20 years after treatment.
02-21-2017
Tuesday, and the first sun on the vineyard in three weeks, apart from 2 minutes worth two weeks ago when there was a well timed withdrawal of the sun. It came out for when we exited the barn after break, we walked to the pruning site and then the sun was shaded by the large cliff, and when it came out the other side, why, cloud cover had moved in to block it. As mentioned many times in these postings in an attempt to identify perp frequented events, the properties of the sun are of intense interest to the perps; be it falling on foliage, crops, skin or eyes and of course all the color changes that go with it, from sky to all illuminated and shaded objects. If I were to make a "way-out-there" statement on this topic, it would be something like this; the perps have arranged the whole sun, Earth's axis tilt and rotation and the consequent seasons all to deliver sunlight in incrementally changing exposures to further their insane sunlight research objectives. (And too, variation in the increment from the tropics to the poles). How is that for a deep conspiratorial perspective?
Woo-hoo- TI World Blogspot statistics; Pageviews all time history= 150,154. Assuming these numbers aren't rigged of course, me being the centerpiece of all that is rigged, orchestrated, pre-scripted and otherwise contrived. And now about 8,000 page-views per last month, a rolling count I assume, as it changes every day. And about 250/day. The numbers don't seem to add up on per posting basis when I look at other page statistics, so maybe its those static pages that seems to attract so many viewers. I haven't had many comments from the TI community, so I don't have a firm grasp on the veracity of the Google supplied statistics.
Vineyard pruning all day today; three different sites as we finished two, and started another. That might of been the reason for repeated helicopter coverage today; at least 14 fly-by visitations, mainly by a Bell 206L for whatever reason. I have no idea how they decide on the helicopter model, but they also put on a Bell 206 and an EC-135. They put on a very noisy Bell 412 overflight a few days ago. This vineyard I work at has a helicopter pad, so no doubt there will be summertime helicopter visits, touching down and bringing in wine tasting folks. Which is better than the stunt they pulled two months ago at this same vineyard when they had an AStar 380 come from over the ridge and fly 40' overhead of me. I was the only person in the vineyard and they had me lined up perfectly before they saw me. What is the etiquette when helicopters are that close and one can see the pilots through the windshield? Does one wave at them? And no, I don't do obscene gestures, even if my whole life is filled with provocations.
The hip and back aches and pains were still present today, though muted. I still don't like walking fast much, and I declined yoga last night. It was the after effects of yoga of 5 weeks ago that indicated that something was very wrong and getting worse. I keep the MMS treatments up, and have added apricot kernels. The latter might seem like silly fluff, but in fact, they contain vitamin B17, aka laetrile, a subject of much past controversy and FDA suppression. After reading "World Without Cancer" by G. Edward Griffin, and the details of how Sloan Kettering Hospital found laetrile to be one of the most promising anti-cancer substances known, and then buried it after three attempts with a made-to-fail experiment result which received all the publicity, I have become all the more cynical about this world and how controlled and arranged it is. And too, cancer is mass slaughter; 600k go down every year in the US and Canada, and here we have the FDA (and lap dog Health Canada) repeatedly suppressing viable and effective treatments. The book is a scathing indictment of "consensus medicine" and those "catastrophic cures" that are presently deemed orthodox. From what I have learned, cancer can be remotely delivered if Tom Bearden and his scalar wave theorizations are correct (see Priore's healing treatment device and here). I have come to know of all manner of remote delivery incursions these past 14 years, and cancer is just another.
02-22-2017
A visit to Kelowna to the cancer clinic today. Per determination of the oncologist, I don't have metastatic prostate cancer. Which then begs the question as to what do I have that has caused such aches, and some pains, in my pelvic region, as well as up my spine and into my R arm for the past month. I feel like shit for two days after yoga, when normally I don't feel anything. And this condition has responded to paw-paw and now MMS to some extent. The timing of all this is straight out the perp play book, under the "create FUD" section. Give the TI victim prostate cancer and then add on conditions that emulate its metstatization. Fucking hilarious, and now over 14 years of these insane incursions, and they add one more unrelated ailment on top of seeming real one. I get another bone scan out of the deal and a second opinion on my biopsy from last year. I am not sure whether to be happy or sad about the above diagnosis; radiation treatment possibly to follow in some months, though I hoping the MMS will nail the prostate cancer by then.
Another fat girl stalk at the cancer clinic today; big and blonde she was. At the counter and then lingering again outside my exam room. I suppose if they want to ingratiate/inculcate me with fat girls, and if they need some starting leverage, then having them younger and blonde just might be the strategy. (Fat, or obese people are decidedly on the Unfavored demographic list.) But you can see where they are going next; bring on fat males to gangstalk me. On the other hand, today's medical assistant was tall and leggy and on the attractive side, but with a floppy top garment to hide her nice slim thighs. On and on, these selective revelations of attractive features, and too, at the exam room, switching to vignettes of the above mentioned fat blonde girl.
No progress with the oncologist on my dopamine deficiency theory of all what ails me, including prostate cancer. Another wall still to climb. The perps have decidedly sabotaged my efforts to get useful treatment from urologists; the one in Seattle didn't help, and the present one in this town has been an absolutely unprofessional pill.
As usual with all doctor visits, there is a protracted wait in the exam room, all to have me watch the masers and plasma beams flit about, the latter usually projecting from denser objects like metals and ceramic tile. I even got a stinging maser strike through my L eye during the consult, and the doctor seemed to flinch in seeing it. I am so fucking fed up with being put through the clinical mill; spoofings, obdurate doctors, fake-out conditions, obstruction of appropriate care even with supporting tests in hand etc. Or more to the point; I am totally fed up being kept as a nonconsensual experimentation victim/subject. And over the most inane things; exposure to fat folk, per above, and the rest of the Unfavoreds. Just leave me the fuck alone; 14.5 years of sustained and intense abuse and being kept at the limit of my tolerance all day long, every day, is just too fucking much.
02-23-2017
Pruning the vineyard all day, taking my MMS every hour or so. Taking supplements and the like is another big game for the perps. They seem to be studying the containers they are kept in, modifying my water supply, (and spilling it), and the order of intake, as well as having me skip the odd hourly intake.
Plenty of helicopter coverage today, though it was consistently 2 or so km away, with very few overflights. It is as if it were doing landing and take off practice at the airport. Really?
All day to think about what to do about the whole dopamine/urology nexus, and how can I make any forward progress on this front when the whole thing is rigged to my disadvantage.
Some more pelvic region and back pains this evening, even extending into my L shoulder and arm. Even to the point of walking gingerly when out at the supermarket tonight. So if its not metastatic prostate cancer, just what is it then? Yesterday's doctor visit wasn't too helpful in elucidating a probable cause, so no doubt it is going to be a long running mystery tour. The MMS might be quelling the problem, as was paw-paw before it, but the back pains and the like keep coming back.
At the specialty grocery store on the way home from work today, a favorite time/circumstance and place to "get me" it seems. A mother and two children about 12 or so, block my egress in the aisles and so I take an alternate route to look at some more items, and then come back to the checkout (an interval of 3 minutes), and there they are still standing there at the blocking location. As I approach the checkout, why, they do too, and get ahead of me. And what is the whole point of all that? I have seen the step-ahead-of-me (queue augmenting) stunt so many times since all this shit began in 04-2002, but to have the obstructing party in obvious stand-there mode for 3 minutes in advance, takes the cake.
02-24-2017
Vineyard pruning all day, though the night was more eventful than usual. The assholes woke me twice to urinate, once more than "usual". The second time was memorable in that they put on some leg cramps, both in my thighs (unusual as the imposed cramps go), so I was in major pain while peeing. (But not from urinating). Then later in the night the perps put on this pain in my abdomen, an intense and focused one that just wouldn't go away for 10 minutes of agony.
Continuing spine and arm pains today, though a little more with a "healing" sensation. That would be akin to a pinched nerve, a long time perp favorite harassment method, except it runs from my hips upward on my back to one arm or the other. I have never had a pinched nerve that ran for three weeks and nor covered such a large region. Which still doesn't explain why I felt so crippled from yoga, twice, all those pelvic twistings and the like. Whether this is a passing perp imposition or another major health crisis, I don't know. In keeping with the latter scenario they ran planted notions as to what dialog would unfold in speaking with emergency physicians. I don't like hospitals, and so they seemed to revel in playing this in mind for much of the morning.
And what is it about some of my vineyard co-workers that they need to walk back to the end of their row and start their next row which "happens" to be near me? Normally, one finishes a row and starts on the next adjacent row end, no need to walk back and proceed in the same direction, E-W in this case. But as the perps are nuts over all my direction changes, why wouldn't they put on similar acts of perversity for my co-workers? Said co-worker also did a senseless back-and-forth, some 80' worth, while looking at his cell phone, while staring at text messages, and then returning to his row end. Fucking bizarre. The incidences of senseless cell phone stalking, with LED lighted display, as some kind of portable color reference are endless. Same thing "happened" a few days earlier at the adjacent winery when I entered there to take a forced piss a few days ago. The winemaker crosses my path five seconds in advance while looking at his lighted cell phone as I entered the building when there was no need for him to do so given the configuration of the building and phone access there.
Post Saturday work, having put in 4 hours to get my weekly hours to 40; I do a tan afterward as it is on the way. The "usual" crush in the waiting area on my exit, but none there when I arrived 20 min. earlier. On the way home, still only 3C outside, why, they put a negro kid in his soccer uniform, shorts no less, on the corner where I made my last turn, he being somehow "just standing there", rooted to the spot. Presumably he crossed my path after I made the turn. As mentioned many times, negroes are rare as hen's teeth here, and given the propensity of the perps to plant said skin tones in my proximity, it was just another (managed) coincidence IMHO. And it should not go unmentioned, that there are a considerable number of negroes in the TI community.
02-26-2017
Sunday, and a full day off. The generalized aches and pains of my pelvic region seem to have migrated to my shoulders, and causing pinched nerve-like symptoms down my arms. I see the bags under my eyes they gave me in 09-2016 are slowly abating. Just what that is about I have no idea.
Another checkout obstruction, this one online. After putting a half dozen items in a "shopping cart", why, a 504 gateway error suddenly erupts. And what is the point of that? To wait five minutes and then resume my activity? Disruption games are nothing new.
My big outing of the day was to get tea towels at a certain department store, as I am down one as the assholes seemed to have relieved me of one of the set in the last laundry. (One of their favorite situations to steal or sabotages my clothes and linens). Anyhow, another very large woman to finish off my week; probably some 240lb, and about 5'6". That she was blonde didn't go unnoticed, and she was even friendly instead of the usual scared shitless demeanor I get. And too, attentive, instead of looking the other way or otherwise being avoidant like my last experience at this same store.
Still afternoon on Sunday, but I am going to post this for the week and not get jerked into last minute postings. Or else screwed into "forgetting" for a few days. Anything interesting out there in the TI Universe? I don't get into it much; I do know a few credible TI's I can speak with, but their email and phone numbers aren't available to me. Funny how they don't bother to keep up.
I would include myself in the category of "fat folk" with a BMI of 27 when 20 is normal for my height. And it seems that I have gained at least 5 lb since the beginning of the new year. That emancipated and shriveled up cancer patient image just isn't playing out.
I mentioned in last week's posting about the fat hair stylist who needed to push her gut into my side or back while attending to my hair. Only a day later, while lingering at the tanning salon only because they had free food because it was the last day of their sale, a blonde fat girl was parading around, and made sure I saw her, and then, when averting my gaze, she paraded closer in front of me to get my attention yet again. I didn't see any particular reason for her parading around at all, as she could of sat down and enjoyed the food like anyone else, but hey, normal folk acting strange in my proximity is nothing new since all this shit rained down 04-2002. Add a fat girl on the vineyard crew and we are set for a new round, so to speak.
Some back pain today in the afternoon, and no kidney pressure thankfully. The paw-paw was the cause of the latter, and I have been off it for two weeks now. It is just the MMS vs. the cancer. Or, should I say, it is my perception that it is metastasized prostate cancer, as I don't know what else it could be. Those aches, and some pains, shooting up my back from my hips, and sometimes down to my knee. The L side seems to be more afflicted, and even sometimes I get twinges into my shoulder and arms. I see the radiation oncologist in two days, so hopefully I will get a firm diagnosis, even if my condition is a moving target, so to speak. After two doctors fanned on giving me a diagnosis, I have to go through this protracted exercise of diagnostic delays yet again. And too, I get to visit the radio-therapy clinic and all that expensive gear that can "cure" (a much qualified term) and also give cancer too. Ask breast cancer survivors 20 years after treatment.
02-21-2017
Tuesday, and the first sun on the vineyard in three weeks, apart from 2 minutes worth two weeks ago when there was a well timed withdrawal of the sun. It came out for when we exited the barn after break, we walked to the pruning site and then the sun was shaded by the large cliff, and when it came out the other side, why, cloud cover had moved in to block it. As mentioned many times in these postings in an attempt to identify perp frequented events, the properties of the sun are of intense interest to the perps; be it falling on foliage, crops, skin or eyes and of course all the color changes that go with it, from sky to all illuminated and shaded objects. If I were to make a "way-out-there" statement on this topic, it would be something like this; the perps have arranged the whole sun, Earth's axis tilt and rotation and the consequent seasons all to deliver sunlight in incrementally changing exposures to further their insane sunlight research objectives. (And too, variation in the increment from the tropics to the poles). How is that for a deep conspiratorial perspective?
Woo-hoo- TI World Blogspot statistics; Pageviews all time history= 150,154. Assuming these numbers aren't rigged of course, me being the centerpiece of all that is rigged, orchestrated, pre-scripted and otherwise contrived. And now about 8,000 page-views per last month, a rolling count I assume, as it changes every day. And about 250/day. The numbers don't seem to add up on per posting basis when I look at other page statistics, so maybe its those static pages that seems to attract so many viewers. I haven't had many comments from the TI community, so I don't have a firm grasp on the veracity of the Google supplied statistics.
Vineyard pruning all day today; three different sites as we finished two, and started another. That might of been the reason for repeated helicopter coverage today; at least 14 fly-by visitations, mainly by a Bell 206L for whatever reason. I have no idea how they decide on the helicopter model, but they also put on a Bell 206 and an EC-135. They put on a very noisy Bell 412 overflight a few days ago. This vineyard I work at has a helicopter pad, so no doubt there will be summertime helicopter visits, touching down and bringing in wine tasting folks. Which is better than the stunt they pulled two months ago at this same vineyard when they had an AStar 380 come from over the ridge and fly 40' overhead of me. I was the only person in the vineyard and they had me lined up perfectly before they saw me. What is the etiquette when helicopters are that close and one can see the pilots through the windshield? Does one wave at them? And no, I don't do obscene gestures, even if my whole life is filled with provocations.
The hip and back aches and pains were still present today, though muted. I still don't like walking fast much, and I declined yoga last night. It was the after effects of yoga of 5 weeks ago that indicated that something was very wrong and getting worse. I keep the MMS treatments up, and have added apricot kernels. The latter might seem like silly fluff, but in fact, they contain vitamin B17, aka laetrile, a subject of much past controversy and FDA suppression. After reading "World Without Cancer" by G. Edward Griffin, and the details of how Sloan Kettering Hospital found laetrile to be one of the most promising anti-cancer substances known, and then buried it after three attempts with a made-to-fail experiment result which received all the publicity, I have become all the more cynical about this world and how controlled and arranged it is. And too, cancer is mass slaughter; 600k go down every year in the US and Canada, and here we have the FDA (and lap dog Health Canada) repeatedly suppressing viable and effective treatments. The book is a scathing indictment of "consensus medicine" and those "catastrophic cures" that are presently deemed orthodox. From what I have learned, cancer can be remotely delivered if Tom Bearden and his scalar wave theorizations are correct (see Priore's healing treatment device and here). I have come to know of all manner of remote delivery incursions these past 14 years, and cancer is just another.
02-22-2017
A visit to Kelowna to the cancer clinic today. Per determination of the oncologist, I don't have metastatic prostate cancer. Which then begs the question as to what do I have that has caused such aches, and some pains, in my pelvic region, as well as up my spine and into my R arm for the past month. I feel like shit for two days after yoga, when normally I don't feel anything. And this condition has responded to paw-paw and now MMS to some extent. The timing of all this is straight out the perp play book, under the "create FUD" section. Give the TI victim prostate cancer and then add on conditions that emulate its metstatization. Fucking hilarious, and now over 14 years of these insane incursions, and they add one more unrelated ailment on top of seeming real one. I get another bone scan out of the deal and a second opinion on my biopsy from last year. I am not sure whether to be happy or sad about the above diagnosis; radiation treatment possibly to follow in some months, though I hoping the MMS will nail the prostate cancer by then.
Another fat girl stalk at the cancer clinic today; big and blonde she was. At the counter and then lingering again outside my exam room. I suppose if they want to ingratiate/inculcate me with fat girls, and if they need some starting leverage, then having them younger and blonde just might be the strategy. (Fat, or obese people are decidedly on the Unfavored demographic list.) But you can see where they are going next; bring on fat males to gangstalk me. On the other hand, today's medical assistant was tall and leggy and on the attractive side, but with a floppy top garment to hide her nice slim thighs. On and on, these selective revelations of attractive features, and too, at the exam room, switching to vignettes of the above mentioned fat blonde girl.
No progress with the oncologist on my dopamine deficiency theory of all what ails me, including prostate cancer. Another wall still to climb. The perps have decidedly sabotaged my efforts to get useful treatment from urologists; the one in Seattle didn't help, and the present one in this town has been an absolutely unprofessional pill.
As usual with all doctor visits, there is a protracted wait in the exam room, all to have me watch the masers and plasma beams flit about, the latter usually projecting from denser objects like metals and ceramic tile. I even got a stinging maser strike through my L eye during the consult, and the doctor seemed to flinch in seeing it. I am so fucking fed up with being put through the clinical mill; spoofings, obdurate doctors, fake-out conditions, obstruction of appropriate care even with supporting tests in hand etc. Or more to the point; I am totally fed up being kept as a nonconsensual experimentation victim/subject. And over the most inane things; exposure to fat folk, per above, and the rest of the Unfavoreds. Just leave me the fuck alone; 14.5 years of sustained and intense abuse and being kept at the limit of my tolerance all day long, every day, is just too fucking much.
02-23-2017
Pruning the vineyard all day, taking my MMS every hour or so. Taking supplements and the like is another big game for the perps. They seem to be studying the containers they are kept in, modifying my water supply, (and spilling it), and the order of intake, as well as having me skip the odd hourly intake.
Plenty of helicopter coverage today, though it was consistently 2 or so km away, with very few overflights. It is as if it were doing landing and take off practice at the airport. Really?
All day to think about what to do about the whole dopamine/urology nexus, and how can I make any forward progress on this front when the whole thing is rigged to my disadvantage.
Some more pelvic region and back pains this evening, even extending into my L shoulder and arm. Even to the point of walking gingerly when out at the supermarket tonight. So if its not metastatic prostate cancer, just what is it then? Yesterday's doctor visit wasn't too helpful in elucidating a probable cause, so no doubt it is going to be a long running mystery tour. The MMS might be quelling the problem, as was paw-paw before it, but the back pains and the like keep coming back.
At the specialty grocery store on the way home from work today, a favorite time/circumstance and place to "get me" it seems. A mother and two children about 12 or so, block my egress in the aisles and so I take an alternate route to look at some more items, and then come back to the checkout (an interval of 3 minutes), and there they are still standing there at the blocking location. As I approach the checkout, why, they do too, and get ahead of me. And what is the whole point of all that? I have seen the step-ahead-of-me (queue augmenting) stunt so many times since all this shit began in 04-2002, but to have the obstructing party in obvious stand-there mode for 3 minutes in advance, takes the cake.
02-24-2017
Vineyard pruning all day, though the night was more eventful than usual. The assholes woke me twice to urinate, once more than "usual". The second time was memorable in that they put on some leg cramps, both in my thighs (unusual as the imposed cramps go), so I was in major pain while peeing. (But not from urinating). Then later in the night the perps put on this pain in my abdomen, an intense and focused one that just wouldn't go away for 10 minutes of agony.
Continuing spine and arm pains today, though a little more with a "healing" sensation. That would be akin to a pinched nerve, a long time perp favorite harassment method, except it runs from my hips upward on my back to one arm or the other. I have never had a pinched nerve that ran for three weeks and nor covered such a large region. Which still doesn't explain why I felt so crippled from yoga, twice, all those pelvic twistings and the like. Whether this is a passing perp imposition or another major health crisis, I don't know. In keeping with the latter scenario they ran planted notions as to what dialog would unfold in speaking with emergency physicians. I don't like hospitals, and so they seemed to revel in playing this in mind for much of the morning.
And what is it about some of my vineyard co-workers that they need to walk back to the end of their row and start their next row which "happens" to be near me? Normally, one finishes a row and starts on the next adjacent row end, no need to walk back and proceed in the same direction, E-W in this case. But as the perps are nuts over all my direction changes, why wouldn't they put on similar acts of perversity for my co-workers? Said co-worker also did a senseless back-and-forth, some 80' worth, while looking at his cell phone, while staring at text messages, and then returning to his row end. Fucking bizarre. The incidences of senseless cell phone stalking, with LED lighted display, as some kind of portable color reference are endless. Same thing "happened" a few days earlier at the adjacent winery when I entered there to take a forced piss a few days ago. The winemaker crosses my path five seconds in advance while looking at his lighted cell phone as I entered the building when there was no need for him to do so given the configuration of the building and phone access there.
Post Saturday work, having put in 4 hours to get my weekly hours to 40; I do a tan afterward as it is on the way. The "usual" crush in the waiting area on my exit, but none there when I arrived 20 min. earlier. On the way home, still only 3C outside, why, they put a negro kid in his soccer uniform, shorts no less, on the corner where I made my last turn, he being somehow "just standing there", rooted to the spot. Presumably he crossed my path after I made the turn. As mentioned many times, negroes are rare as hen's teeth here, and given the propensity of the perps to plant said skin tones in my proximity, it was just another (managed) coincidence IMHO. And it should not go unmentioned, that there are a considerable number of negroes in the TI community.
02-26-2017
Sunday, and a full day off. The generalized aches and pains of my pelvic region seem to have migrated to my shoulders, and causing pinched nerve-like symptoms down my arms. I see the bags under my eyes they gave me in 09-2016 are slowly abating. Just what that is about I have no idea.
Another checkout obstruction, this one online. After putting a half dozen items in a "shopping cart", why, a 504 gateway error suddenly erupts. And what is the point of that? To wait five minutes and then resume my activity? Disruption games are nothing new.
My big outing of the day was to get tea towels at a certain department store, as I am down one as the assholes seemed to have relieved me of one of the set in the last laundry. (One of their favorite situations to steal or sabotages my clothes and linens). Anyhow, another very large woman to finish off my week; probably some 240lb, and about 5'6". That she was blonde didn't go unnoticed, and she was even friendly instead of the usual scared shitless demeanor I get. And too, attentive, instead of looking the other way or otherwise being avoidant like my last experience at this same store.
Still afternoon on Sunday, but I am going to post this for the week and not get jerked into last minute postings. Or else screwed into "forgetting" for a few days. Anything interesting out there in the TI Universe? I don't get into it much; I do know a few credible TI's I can speak with, but their email and phone numbers aren't available to me. Funny how they don't bother to keep up.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Supplement Circus
10-11-2016
Monday, and a day of fucking hell; attempting to fill barrels in another room 120' away. It worked OK for a gravity feed but then I had to use the pump and just when one filled, the other did too. I think I had 5 red wine gushers on the day. Plus catching shit from the boss on the pump not pumping and the line back ing up and the pump leaking. Nice that they let me do this on my own.
10-12-2016
And for the prostate cancer I am stiffed with I take paw paw. All the products I take from this one company arrive withing two days of my web order, except paw paw..For some strange reason I must email someone and it arrives two weeks later. And lo, if my planning somehow didn't get screwed up, or else the perps stole some from my remaining stock, but it was run out just ahead of this long Thanksgiving weekend. Time without fail, the perps run out my supplements when I need them. In this case, it is anti-cancer supplements, and the assholes still pull this shit off. Which might be what the whole cancer deal is about; lets obstruct the victim's access to more critical supplements this time, just to up the (macabre) humor angle and vex the victim all the more.
I got my snow tires put on this morning, no doubt a big perp deal as they have screwed me out of being so prepared for winter driving for the past four years until now. Used snow tires on used rims, both acquired in a summer time visit to Kelowna. Funny how getting both purchased on one day some 70 km away was so convenient with such foresight. And where did this foresight come from as the perps constantly screw me over in being prepared for anything. Given their obsession with natural rubber and all the more when it is being rotated why am I not surprised? Back in the days of public transit, they constantly parked their shills and operatives over the wheel wells, and nearly always have me sit just behind the rear wheels.
10-13-2016
A wine deluge at work today, but it wasn't me that was involved thankfully. The other forklift guy got in too tight to a tank and nudged the man hatch and lo, if it didn't open and wine came gushing out. It took three of them to jam it back once they got the electric forklift out of the way. The winery design is way too tight, and I don't fault the driver one bit. The electric forklift couldn't be charged up no matter how much we cleaned it, so it is kaput. He drove the other forklift over the rest of the day, and wasn't put in the dog house like me, see below.
My nascent forklift career is now on hiatus. Last week, after being told to back it up from the hopper, I did not drive it ine), the mast, extended only 2", contacted the (too low) overhead door and dented it. It took a few minutes to free the door up, but it worked fine thankfully. And of course it was in front of the boss and the others, and so no forklifting for me he tells me. Even those who weren't there seem to know that I am not allowed to drive it now as they never ask me. Weird, and all the more curious as I have been working around forklifts for 8 years, and two weeks into getting some real experience I get cut oof this this set up (IMHO).
10-14-2016
And if yesterday's wine (water) fall wasn't enough, why, it was my turn today. I was doing a pump back and getting some help and grapes got stuck in the narrow opening of the hose. The 2" hose of wine suddenly kicked out of my hand, the blockage released, and lo, if wine didn't shoot 20' horizontal, just near the boss. I got the hose back in the tank, I was up the ladder, and so it goes; more wine mess, this time in a jet stream. So far, geysers, deluges, and now a horizontal wine jet stream.
10-16-2016
Sunday, and a day off. Not from harassment of course, as the assholes were up to their pranks, one being blocking the toilet, perhaps for the second time this year. I don't know what started that one, but from 2002 to late 2011 they blocked the toilet nearly every time I took a crap. They even blocked it once when all I did was pee. Then when I moved to Penticton in early 2012 they blocked the toilet a few times in the first three months, but it was the first major relief in 10 years. I was living in a motel suite then. I moved to a shared house after that, and all was fine for the first week, but after that they started the toilet blocking again, which didn't work in a shared situation of course. Eventually I got my own place, and the assholes relented again. They always do a few first at each new residence now, and then back off. (And at work too). So I was surprised today that after 3.5 years living here that they pulled a toilet blocking stunt. Maybe it was a "we are watching/screwing you" reminder, though I hardly need that.
And after watching a series of short videos on paw paw discussed by the major pharmacology researcher, I went to watch an hour long video by the same person. But no, it wasn't allowed;the assholes pulled a Firefox black screen stunt and I could not see any of my open web browser tabs. I was in a total inflamed panic, and in the course of solving the problem, why the video cut out.
Similarly, this evening they pulled a sabotage stunt on my music system. This morning I tried to access the hard drive in the docking station from the Oppo player, and lo, it worked. So I listened to a 5 CD classical set for most of the day, and even turned it off for lunch and resumed it in the afternoon. Later in the evening I turnes it off again before heading out to the supermarket, and when back, I turned it on again, and now it won't find the hard drive for crissakes. So, I say FU, and play the same music from the small dedicated audio player that I have. Which was probably the whole point of it, as the so like to mix up what device my music comes from. Never mind that that also screwed me out of updating the portable player's files, which was the original intention before finding that I needed to use it.
Enough for now, as my free time is much curtailed and I haven't been keeping up on this daily like I want to do.
Monday, and a day of fucking hell; attempting to fill barrels in another room 120' away. It worked OK for a gravity feed but then I had to use the pump and just when one filled, the other did too. I think I had 5 red wine gushers on the day. Plus catching shit from the boss on the pump not pumping and the line back ing up and the pump leaking. Nice that they let me do this on my own.
10-12-2016
And for the prostate cancer I am stiffed with I take paw paw. All the products I take from this one company arrive withing two days of my web order, except paw paw..For some strange reason I must email someone and it arrives two weeks later. And lo, if my planning somehow didn't get screwed up, or else the perps stole some from my remaining stock, but it was run out just ahead of this long Thanksgiving weekend. Time without fail, the perps run out my supplements when I need them. In this case, it is anti-cancer supplements, and the assholes still pull this shit off. Which might be what the whole cancer deal is about; lets obstruct the victim's access to more critical supplements this time, just to up the (macabre) humor angle and vex the victim all the more.
I got my snow tires put on this morning, no doubt a big perp deal as they have screwed me out of being so prepared for winter driving for the past four years until now. Used snow tires on used rims, both acquired in a summer time visit to Kelowna. Funny how getting both purchased on one day some 70 km away was so convenient with such foresight. And where did this foresight come from as the perps constantly screw me over in being prepared for anything. Given their obsession with natural rubber and all the more when it is being rotated why am I not surprised? Back in the days of public transit, they constantly parked their shills and operatives over the wheel wells, and nearly always have me sit just behind the rear wheels.
10-13-2016
A wine deluge at work today, but it wasn't me that was involved thankfully. The other forklift guy got in too tight to a tank and nudged the man hatch and lo, if it didn't open and wine came gushing out. It took three of them to jam it back once they got the electric forklift out of the way. The winery design is way too tight, and I don't fault the driver one bit. The electric forklift couldn't be charged up no matter how much we cleaned it, so it is kaput. He drove the other forklift over the rest of the day, and wasn't put in the dog house like me, see below.
My nascent forklift career is now on hiatus. Last week, after being told to back it up from the hopper, I did not drive it ine), the mast, extended only 2", contacted the (too low) overhead door and dented it. It took a few minutes to free the door up, but it worked fine thankfully. And of course it was in front of the boss and the others, and so no forklifting for me he tells me. Even those who weren't there seem to know that I am not allowed to drive it now as they never ask me. Weird, and all the more curious as I have been working around forklifts for 8 years, and two weeks into getting some real experience I get cut oof this this set up (IMHO).
10-14-2016
And if yesterday's wine (water) fall wasn't enough, why, it was my turn today. I was doing a pump back and getting some help and grapes got stuck in the narrow opening of the hose. The 2" hose of wine suddenly kicked out of my hand, the blockage released, and lo, if wine didn't shoot 20' horizontal, just near the boss. I got the hose back in the tank, I was up the ladder, and so it goes; more wine mess, this time in a jet stream. So far, geysers, deluges, and now a horizontal wine jet stream.
10-16-2016
Sunday, and a day off. Not from harassment of course, as the assholes were up to their pranks, one being blocking the toilet, perhaps for the second time this year. I don't know what started that one, but from 2002 to late 2011 they blocked the toilet nearly every time I took a crap. They even blocked it once when all I did was pee. Then when I moved to Penticton in early 2012 they blocked the toilet a few times in the first three months, but it was the first major relief in 10 years. I was living in a motel suite then. I moved to a shared house after that, and all was fine for the first week, but after that they started the toilet blocking again, which didn't work in a shared situation of course. Eventually I got my own place, and the assholes relented again. They always do a few first at each new residence now, and then back off. (And at work too). So I was surprised today that after 3.5 years living here that they pulled a toilet blocking stunt. Maybe it was a "we are watching/screwing you" reminder, though I hardly need that.
And after watching a series of short videos on paw paw discussed by the major pharmacology researcher, I went to watch an hour long video by the same person. But no, it wasn't allowed;the assholes pulled a Firefox black screen stunt and I could not see any of my open web browser tabs. I was in a total inflamed panic, and in the course of solving the problem, why the video cut out.
Similarly, this evening they pulled a sabotage stunt on my music system. This morning I tried to access the hard drive in the docking station from the Oppo player, and lo, it worked. So I listened to a 5 CD classical set for most of the day, and even turned it off for lunch and resumed it in the afternoon. Later in the evening I turnes it off again before heading out to the supermarket, and when back, I turned it on again, and now it won't find the hard drive for crissakes. So, I say FU, and play the same music from the small dedicated audio player that I have. Which was probably the whole point of it, as the so like to mix up what device my music comes from. Never mind that that also screwed me out of updating the portable player's files, which was the original intention before finding that I needed to use it.
Enough for now, as my free time is much curtailed and I haven't been keeping up on this daily like I want to do.
Monday, December 28, 2015
2015 High and Low Lights
A year end summary of some new aspects of the present harassment and non-consensual human experimentation abuse that has arisen in 2015.
This is being composed while staying at the First Feral Family house in Victoria, BC Canada, which if nothing else has served to disrupt my regular vitamin, supplement and medication intake, all of which is of intense non-consensual human experimentation (perp) interest.
Food
The perps are allowing me to eat more colored foods; reds (e,g. peppers (not just red on the outside like apples), yellow (corn, squash)) and of all things, eating them in the same meal. Given their insane preoccupation over red and yellow colors, usually in the form of placed vehicles and gangstalker clothing, eating foods of these colors in the same sitting is truly a major event in their color-energetics games.
After dropping grains and carbohydrates (mostly) from my diet in early 2015, the perps are having me purchase and eat quinoa for whatever reason. In early 2015 they even had me drop my 1x/day 6" gluten free corn tortilla out of "concern", per recent book reading, that it was too much equivalent sugar. Not that any weight was lost.
And in 10-2015, after starting L-tyrosine and L-phenylalanine they had me reduce my chocolate consumption of some 300g/day, to now less than 100g/day. Which may also related to forcing me to drop coffee in 03-2015, per urologist's suggestion, to address the excessive pissing problem they laid on me then. (And re-started in 10-2015). That is, the perps were "de-browning" my food intake after this forced regimen of some 13 years, ever since this insane abuse-a-thon began in 04-2002. Though it may also relate to them removing coffee's neuroprotective effects.
On the food related information provenance front, the perps are having me search and then follow more recipes. And as usual, I am not allowed to follow them exactly, but to improvise, another hallmark of their mind fuckery by forcing variation. Also, the perps are allowing more food combination complexity, that is, doubling the number of ingredients on select dishes.
On the related unconventional gravitics harassment fuckery, more food flicking is erupting; e.g. I sweep my hand/knife/dishes cleaning brush/etc. rightward (say), and lo, if somehow a piece of food doesn't somehow eject leftward and thereby fly by some unbidden force to then cause more mess to clean up, or else, cause me to add the food to the cooking dinner separately. More variation in food placement it would seem. And too, more food hopping off the cutting board and onto the floor at my feet, and fucking me out of catching it before it falls.
Supplements, Prescriptions
In 10-2015 I dropped the tricyclic Rx (of 12 years) and took L-phenylanlanine, L -tryrosine, and later, acetyl-L-carnitine in its place, and felt better. (Plus the testosterone helped I suspect, but of course my complete mental being is controlled down to the last brain cell it would seem). This sea change in dopaminergic function was prompted by the sudden onset of fuckery in having me piss far too often.
In late 08-2015 I started Rx prescribed testosterone and another hormone, all under the care of the good doctor, about the second one I have known in my life. (Though as often, this could change as the perps like to arrange persons who earn my trust and then screw me around or otherwise go strange on me). The testosterone was first a dermal application, but based on the subsequent blood tests it was not increasing much. In early 12-2015 I began the self-injection method, and of course that fit with another perp Unfavored scene, that of syringes, needles, medical materiel etc.
Back in 2006 when the perps ran me out of my former employer's disability (har, har) benefit I had to give up the Rx testosterone at the time. (I took it since 2000). Though no doctor thought of testing me to see what the level was and if it was effective until the aforementioned good doctor. Funny how that happen; rampant unprofessional clinical practice, though I suspect it won't be just a historical event.
Health Conditions
The aforementioned pissing frequency came on in 02-2015, and then I appeared to "solve" it with a supplement. Then in 10-2015 when I got busy with two jobs and missed a week of the supplement the problem came back and has stayed, no matter that I resumed the supplement. Back in 02-2015 I told the urologist that the Rx he prescribed wasn't working after a week, he tells me to see my GP. How absolutely unprofessional and irresponsible is that? I don't have a GP, but I did tell the drop-in clinic doctor at the time and she rolled her eyes in disbelief.
Said urologist blew me off again in 10-2015 when I told him it is very likely that the "tiny bladder" problem was likely dopamine deficiency related, as I have a SPECT brain scan which shows ADD, a dopamine deficiency problem. And that Parkinson's disease, (a failing dopamine generating brain region, patients also have this symptom too. Later, when I saw the good doctor and explained this to her, she said, "there is nothing I can do". Talk about a red rag to a bull.
And I spent the spring and summer researching testosterone and "discovered" that dopamine and testosterone levels are highly correlated; if one is low on one it is likely that one is low on the other. Funny how I had to find this out myself, with perp aided remotely planted suggestions of course. I even read an up-to-date book on healing ADD and there was no mention of the dopamine-testosterone connection. (And no mention of this back in 1998 to 2002 when I researched ADD heavily and even attended a national US conference on ADD when I lived there, likely an arranged coincidence. And where I met Ms. L of the story, per Pages).
And so it would seem the perps are back on their dopamine and testosterone research agenda after jerking me around in 2002 by removing my then very helpful stimulant medication, and then giving me dopamine blocking medications which totally drained me of mental function, while illegally incarcerated. (The putative medical condition was later recanted). And how medically professional is that, giving a proven (per SPECT brain scan) dopamine deficient patient a dopamine antagonist, that is, blocking the function of the very neurotransmitter they are short of? Did I say that 99% of my doctor interactions have been at least professionally negligent, if not criminal? Not often enough the more I think about what I have just written.
Dishes
I have always been surprised how fast the dishes dry in the dishes rack in the kitchen, even if the room temperature is a moderate 20C (68F), no matter where I lived. That is, until this year, and now into the third year of residence at this location. Which now forces me to use tea towels, joining the rest of the non-dishwasher owning world. This, and other fuckery made it abundantly clear that the perps did not want me to towel dry my dishes; I was OK with this intervention. But in 2015, and with the same room temperature, the dishes just don't dry like they did and I now use a tea towel (white with black and grey stripes) to dry them before putting them away. And this is a HUGE perp advancement in their remotely applied and monitored fuckery. Imagine the mentality of the assholes who can remotely invoke energies/physical events to expedite the drying of dishes over 13 years of sustained abuse/research and now changing their methods to allow me to physically dry dishes with a towel. And we have a long way to go on this front I suspect.
Disruption Fuckery
The extra-conventional gravitic fuckery delivered to enrage me has increased at least 10% this year. Screaming at the assholes often erupts when I come through a door (house, car, gate) and often when I prepare food, especially when cutting up cooked meat.
I am getting blanked out on all the stunts they pulled this year, and they have me too lazy to read my own postings to provide a summary. Same as for my written diaries in the past, though now they "forgetted" me on hand writing this trail of ruination. Nothing of substantial embarassment or exceptional mind-fuckery comes to "mind", as likely they just don't want me to dwell and write on this topic.
Footwear
Two pairs of boots isn't enough as it "happened" in 2015. They alternated breaking apart, and at least twice, I changed my boots at the local shoemakers to put on the just-repaired pair to then turn in the pair I had been wearing all day on the vineyard job. The shoemaker didn't help any as his repairs didn't work that well, which included a $112 re-sole job that lasted a whole three months, his version of a "better performing sole" after he unilaterally changed the model he promised me. The original sole lasted two years and lo, if the same manufacturer's replacement sole didn't last three months.
When confronted with my annoyance that shoemaker wasn't going to eat it, and he told me of another possible solution which sounded way too involved. So, he being the only act in town, meant that I was screwed down to a single pair, and lo, despite repeated (3x, then, 4x on the year) sole de-laminations, I was down to no dependable work boots, and no dependable or trusted repair service. Ergo, a third pair of work boots were purchased, this time online at STP after a two year absence (the perps like to arrange absences from favorite sources for whatever reason). And they were extra heavy mountaineering boots as that was all that was available in stiff sided outdoor boots (not the sappy "running shoe" boots that are in vogue). The mountaineering boots were much the same color and from the same manufacturer as the hiking boots, so I could be assured that they would fit. (I have since come to enjoy the extra heft of these boots, and don't really notice the extra weight). And to add insult to injury, the Canadian-US dollar exchange rate had tanked since then ($1.35 at the time), and then as the boots were made in Romania and the Canada-EU free trade agreement won't become effective until 01-01-2016, I got screwed for another $80. Then add on the UPS border crossing ransom we Canadians pay, and the boots were at least $300. And did I mention the perps like to increase (or rarely decrease) the cost of items, and have extra charges added on, all to play whatever games they find it that? And too, screw their victims all the more out of their tentative cash reserves?
And as the perps have an unrelenting interest in my footwear, their color, composition, the shoelaces and fastening system, boot height and whatever else they find so fascinating, this ridiculous saga will no doubt play well into 2016. Come to think of it, all my regular footwear, save my gumboots and the delaminating work boots mentioned above, come from STP.
Financial Affairs
Broke at the beginning of the year, as I wasn't working for two months. But that didn't stop them from running me into the hole as they hit me up with repairs to my portable drill as the ni-cad batteries "failed" once I got them back to my place. Then other expenses kept the well dry.
After six weeks of agitating I finally got my tax return papers I needed to submit, as "somehow" the wretched federal government lost my papers in their electronic system. I had to phone them, no mean feat, to re-supply the ID numbers of the forms I recieved, from a in-person transaction I made at their office. In parallel, somehow my daughter suffered the same fate of lost forms, but she was unlucky (har, har) in that she paid online and had no such physical forms and had to suffer many more months of delays.
I got a $5k tax rebate in 05-2015 finally, and spent some $2k digging myself out of the hole. Add on a "need" to get a few power tools and other expenses (e.g. vehicle maintenance) and I was down to no reserves by 09-2015. Believe me, I am not the spending kind and have always been conservative with my expenses especially when the income side has been mightily constrained. But "somehow", prudent financial practice escapes me since the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and this year was no exception.
Unexpectedly, my perp-abetting mother disbursed $15k in 11-2015 to each of three siblings, so I managed to stay in the black by year end Though this has been followed with some more reckless spending that I cannot seem to control, as the perps like me to have audiophile "habits", as they have been long grooming me on what equipment I "need" to get. Specifically, a new pair of speakers as the out-of-town brother seems to have stolen my pair in the crawl space here at the FFF house after being unperturbed for six years.
Audiophilia
Following on from the expensive (for my income) speaker acquisition, there was an accelerated perp interest in having me purchase music online in the form of CD's and digital files and have me listen to them (different musicians/albums) on or around the same day, aka,"music and music format convergence". Now, once the amplifier gets fixed after unexpected problems, I get to do this all over again with speakers (new in 12-2015) instead of the headphones I have listening to. And too, they sabotaged my regular Grado headphones again in 2015, forcing me to send them off to Ontario, following the same stunt in 2012. Then Denon would not reply to my repeated inquiries as to getting a replacement headband for their headphones as it seems to have self destructed. For at least two months the perps in 2015 had me using the third rate headphones, though for the most part I didn't listen to any music then. Once the entire music listening, stereo, speaker configuration and likely re-location of my desk, PC, LCD display and furniture is accomplished, I get to listen to music through speakers for the first time since 2006. As to why this whole music component and music listening is so important to them, down to the source and type of my music files (CD case and where placed/kept, e.g. jewel case, box set or just-delivered in the mail, or a direct digital download, 16 bit or 24 bit or 96khz) I have no idea. One can imagine that this component of the non-consensual human experimentation fuckery that I experience all day, as do all TI's in differing aspects and intensities, has a few years to play out.
According to the local freebie newspaper with astrological predictions for the new year, it is only in 2018 that actions in 2016 will pay off for Cancerians. As in "pay off" for whom, and it what form. And as I have been in this intense abuse-a-thon for over 13.5 years, I maintain a day-at-a-time perspective. There are no Happy New Years on this gig and I had no part in choosing it.
This is being composed while staying at the First Feral Family house in Victoria, BC Canada, which if nothing else has served to disrupt my regular vitamin, supplement and medication intake, all of which is of intense non-consensual human experimentation (perp) interest.
Food
The perps are allowing me to eat more colored foods; reds (e,g. peppers (not just red on the outside like apples), yellow (corn, squash)) and of all things, eating them in the same meal. Given their insane preoccupation over red and yellow colors, usually in the form of placed vehicles and gangstalker clothing, eating foods of these colors in the same sitting is truly a major event in their color-energetics games.
After dropping grains and carbohydrates (mostly) from my diet in early 2015, the perps are having me purchase and eat quinoa for whatever reason. In early 2015 they even had me drop my 1x/day 6" gluten free corn tortilla out of "concern", per recent book reading, that it was too much equivalent sugar. Not that any weight was lost.
And in 10-2015, after starting L-tyrosine and L-phenylalanine they had me reduce my chocolate consumption of some 300g/day, to now less than 100g/day. Which may also related to forcing me to drop coffee in 03-2015, per urologist's suggestion, to address the excessive pissing problem they laid on me then. (And re-started in 10-2015). That is, the perps were "de-browning" my food intake after this forced regimen of some 13 years, ever since this insane abuse-a-thon began in 04-2002. Though it may also relate to them removing coffee's neuroprotective effects.
On the food related information provenance front, the perps are having me search and then follow more recipes. And as usual, I am not allowed to follow them exactly, but to improvise, another hallmark of their mind fuckery by forcing variation. Also, the perps are allowing more food combination complexity, that is, doubling the number of ingredients on select dishes.
On the related unconventional gravitics harassment fuckery, more food flicking is erupting; e.g. I sweep my hand/knife/dishes cleaning brush/etc. rightward (say), and lo, if somehow a piece of food doesn't somehow eject leftward and thereby fly by some unbidden force to then cause more mess to clean up, or else, cause me to add the food to the cooking dinner separately. More variation in food placement it would seem. And too, more food hopping off the cutting board and onto the floor at my feet, and fucking me out of catching it before it falls.
Supplements, Prescriptions
In 10-2015 I dropped the tricyclic Rx (of 12 years) and took L-phenylanlanine, L -tryrosine, and later, acetyl-L-carnitine in its place, and felt better. (Plus the testosterone helped I suspect, but of course my complete mental being is controlled down to the last brain cell it would seem). This sea change in dopaminergic function was prompted by the sudden onset of fuckery in having me piss far too often.
In late 08-2015 I started Rx prescribed testosterone and another hormone, all under the care of the good doctor, about the second one I have known in my life. (Though as often, this could change as the perps like to arrange persons who earn my trust and then screw me around or otherwise go strange on me). The testosterone was first a dermal application, but based on the subsequent blood tests it was not increasing much. In early 12-2015 I began the self-injection method, and of course that fit with another perp Unfavored scene, that of syringes, needles, medical materiel etc.
Back in 2006 when the perps ran me out of my former employer's disability (har, har) benefit I had to give up the Rx testosterone at the time. (I took it since 2000). Though no doctor thought of testing me to see what the level was and if it was effective until the aforementioned good doctor. Funny how that happen; rampant unprofessional clinical practice, though I suspect it won't be just a historical event.
Health Conditions
The aforementioned pissing frequency came on in 02-2015, and then I appeared to "solve" it with a supplement. Then in 10-2015 when I got busy with two jobs and missed a week of the supplement the problem came back and has stayed, no matter that I resumed the supplement. Back in 02-2015 I told the urologist that the Rx he prescribed wasn't working after a week, he tells me to see my GP. How absolutely unprofessional and irresponsible is that? I don't have a GP, but I did tell the drop-in clinic doctor at the time and she rolled her eyes in disbelief.
Said urologist blew me off again in 10-2015 when I told him it is very likely that the "tiny bladder" problem was likely dopamine deficiency related, as I have a SPECT brain scan which shows ADD, a dopamine deficiency problem. And that Parkinson's disease, (a failing dopamine generating brain region, patients also have this symptom too. Later, when I saw the good doctor and explained this to her, she said, "there is nothing I can do". Talk about a red rag to a bull.
And I spent the spring and summer researching testosterone and "discovered" that dopamine and testosterone levels are highly correlated; if one is low on one it is likely that one is low on the other. Funny how I had to find this out myself, with perp aided remotely planted suggestions of course. I even read an up-to-date book on healing ADD and there was no mention of the dopamine-testosterone connection. (And no mention of this back in 1998 to 2002 when I researched ADD heavily and even attended a national US conference on ADD when I lived there, likely an arranged coincidence. And where I met Ms. L of the story, per Pages).
And so it would seem the perps are back on their dopamine and testosterone research agenda after jerking me around in 2002 by removing my then very helpful stimulant medication, and then giving me dopamine blocking medications which totally drained me of mental function, while illegally incarcerated. (The putative medical condition was later recanted). And how medically professional is that, giving a proven (per SPECT brain scan) dopamine deficient patient a dopamine antagonist, that is, blocking the function of the very neurotransmitter they are short of? Did I say that 99% of my doctor interactions have been at least professionally negligent, if not criminal? Not often enough the more I think about what I have just written.
Dishes
I have always been surprised how fast the dishes dry in the dishes rack in the kitchen, even if the room temperature is a moderate 20C (68F), no matter where I lived. That is, until this year, and now into the third year of residence at this location. Which now forces me to use tea towels, joining the rest of the non-dishwasher owning world. This, and other fuckery made it abundantly clear that the perps did not want me to towel dry my dishes; I was OK with this intervention. But in 2015, and with the same room temperature, the dishes just don't dry like they did and I now use a tea towel (white with black and grey stripes) to dry them before putting them away. And this is a HUGE perp advancement in their remotely applied and monitored fuckery. Imagine the mentality of the assholes who can remotely invoke energies/physical events to expedite the drying of dishes over 13 years of sustained abuse/research and now changing their methods to allow me to physically dry dishes with a towel. And we have a long way to go on this front I suspect.
Disruption Fuckery
The extra-conventional gravitic fuckery delivered to enrage me has increased at least 10% this year. Screaming at the assholes often erupts when I come through a door (house, car, gate) and often when I prepare food, especially when cutting up cooked meat.
I am getting blanked out on all the stunts they pulled this year, and they have me too lazy to read my own postings to provide a summary. Same as for my written diaries in the past, though now they "forgetted" me on hand writing this trail of ruination. Nothing of substantial embarassment or exceptional mind-fuckery comes to "mind", as likely they just don't want me to dwell and write on this topic.
Footwear
Two pairs of boots isn't enough as it "happened" in 2015. They alternated breaking apart, and at least twice, I changed my boots at the local shoemakers to put on the just-repaired pair to then turn in the pair I had been wearing all day on the vineyard job. The shoemaker didn't help any as his repairs didn't work that well, which included a $112 re-sole job that lasted a whole three months, his version of a "better performing sole" after he unilaterally changed the model he promised me. The original sole lasted two years and lo, if the same manufacturer's replacement sole didn't last three months.
When confronted with my annoyance that shoemaker wasn't going to eat it, and he told me of another possible solution which sounded way too involved. So, he being the only act in town, meant that I was screwed down to a single pair, and lo, despite repeated (3x, then, 4x on the year) sole de-laminations, I was down to no dependable work boots, and no dependable or trusted repair service. Ergo, a third pair of work boots were purchased, this time online at STP after a two year absence (the perps like to arrange absences from favorite sources for whatever reason). And they were extra heavy mountaineering boots as that was all that was available in stiff sided outdoor boots (not the sappy "running shoe" boots that are in vogue). The mountaineering boots were much the same color and from the same manufacturer as the hiking boots, so I could be assured that they would fit. (I have since come to enjoy the extra heft of these boots, and don't really notice the extra weight). And to add insult to injury, the Canadian-US dollar exchange rate had tanked since then ($1.35 at the time), and then as the boots were made in Romania and the Canada-EU free trade agreement won't become effective until 01-01-2016, I got screwed for another $80. Then add on the UPS border crossing ransom we Canadians pay, and the boots were at least $300. And did I mention the perps like to increase (or rarely decrease) the cost of items, and have extra charges added on, all to play whatever games they find it that? And too, screw their victims all the more out of their tentative cash reserves?
And as the perps have an unrelenting interest in my footwear, their color, composition, the shoelaces and fastening system, boot height and whatever else they find so fascinating, this ridiculous saga will no doubt play well into 2016. Come to think of it, all my regular footwear, save my gumboots and the delaminating work boots mentioned above, come from STP.
Financial Affairs
Broke at the beginning of the year, as I wasn't working for two months. But that didn't stop them from running me into the hole as they hit me up with repairs to my portable drill as the ni-cad batteries "failed" once I got them back to my place. Then other expenses kept the well dry.
After six weeks of agitating I finally got my tax return papers I needed to submit, as "somehow" the wretched federal government lost my papers in their electronic system. I had to phone them, no mean feat, to re-supply the ID numbers of the forms I recieved, from a in-person transaction I made at their office. In parallel, somehow my daughter suffered the same fate of lost forms, but she was unlucky (har, har) in that she paid online and had no such physical forms and had to suffer many more months of delays.
I got a $5k tax rebate in 05-2015 finally, and spent some $2k digging myself out of the hole. Add on a "need" to get a few power tools and other expenses (e.g. vehicle maintenance) and I was down to no reserves by 09-2015. Believe me, I am not the spending kind and have always been conservative with my expenses especially when the income side has been mightily constrained. But "somehow", prudent financial practice escapes me since the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and this year was no exception.
Unexpectedly, my perp-abetting mother disbursed $15k in 11-2015 to each of three siblings, so I managed to stay in the black by year end Though this has been followed with some more reckless spending that I cannot seem to control, as the perps like me to have audiophile "habits", as they have been long grooming me on what equipment I "need" to get. Specifically, a new pair of speakers as the out-of-town brother seems to have stolen my pair in the crawl space here at the FFF house after being unperturbed for six years.
Audiophilia
Following on from the expensive (for my income) speaker acquisition, there was an accelerated perp interest in having me purchase music online in the form of CD's and digital files and have me listen to them (different musicians/albums) on or around the same day, aka,"music and music format convergence". Now, once the amplifier gets fixed after unexpected problems, I get to do this all over again with speakers (new in 12-2015) instead of the headphones I have listening to. And too, they sabotaged my regular Grado headphones again in 2015, forcing me to send them off to Ontario, following the same stunt in 2012. Then Denon would not reply to my repeated inquiries as to getting a replacement headband for their headphones as it seems to have self destructed. For at least two months the perps in 2015 had me using the third rate headphones, though for the most part I didn't listen to any music then. Once the entire music listening, stereo, speaker configuration and likely re-location of my desk, PC, LCD display and furniture is accomplished, I get to listen to music through speakers for the first time since 2006. As to why this whole music component and music listening is so important to them, down to the source and type of my music files (CD case and where placed/kept, e.g. jewel case, box set or just-delivered in the mail, or a direct digital download, 16 bit or 24 bit or 96khz) I have no idea. One can imagine that this component of the non-consensual human experimentation fuckery that I experience all day, as do all TI's in differing aspects and intensities, has a few years to play out.
According to the local freebie newspaper with astrological predictions for the new year, it is only in 2018 that actions in 2016 will pay off for Cancerians. As in "pay off" for whom, and it what form. And as I have been in this intense abuse-a-thon for over 13.5 years, I maintain a day-at-a-time perspective. There are no Happy New Years on this gig and I had no part in choosing it.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Instructing the Instructor
09-21-2015
Back to the regular yoga instructor today, but last week's lithesome and attractive instructor was there as a student for some curious reason. The latter was decidedly more attractive and encouraging, the regular instructor is more terse and command prone. There is something about instructors and their tone and look that fascinates the perps, even if one limits it to female yoga instructors. At the vineyard job, all (female) of the tasting room staff have been giving me instructions on various tasks they want fulfilled. And of course there is the regular boss lady too. Essentially, I don't care one whit; all I need to know is can I understand the instructions and will I find them applicable to the assigned task. Often, I get extraneous instruction that just doesn't make sense, sometimes because the boss cannot recall all the details because they haven't done the job for a while.
And too, they forced me into a front center mat position, in front of the instructor so she could direct her finger tips my way in demonstrating the chair position. Another excuse for someone to flick fingers in my face it would seem, the aforementioned boss lady being another.
In the trunk of my car, an oil leak from a inexplicable pin hole puncture in the plastic oil container I keep it in the trunk in a brown cardboard box. Said box was removed and no leaks through to the trunk liner, some what miraculously given the perps need to make messes everywhere possible. And we know who can deal with miracles too; just another passing moment at the office for them.
Some ruminations about the landlord couple at this here carriage rental accommodation. Given the intense scrutiny I am under, especially with respect to my residence, there is no doubt they were on the harassment/orchestration long before I met them in mid-2013. But of interest is that they have been away for the last three weeks, and without them saying anything about handling the mail as before. Not a big deal in and of itself, but what caused me to speculate that they may be at perp school, a full year's absence I have come to observe, was a peculiar stunt the landlady performed. I had just pulled in to my lane parking next to the brown wood fence, and some 60' away in her usual red truck parking location, she pulls out in a small black compact vehicle, one I hadn't seen before. And no shiny well looked after car like their usual two, it was of varying paint condition, from shiny to flat black, straight out out of the perp shop IMHO. Her drivers side window was open, and she waved and said hello as she passed by in the lane, as I had just exited my vehicle. That was two weeks ago. It was this curious visitation/stalk which caused me to wonder why would she return to her house for a single drive-by stalking and then not to be seen since.
Some background on above mentioned perp school suspicion; from 1990 to 1999 I swam with a adult swim club in Victoria, BC. For those who don't know, it is a town with a stable population, even some growth. And yet some 8 to 10 of some 30 to 40 active swimmers disappeared for a year, citing a job or marriage that didn't work out, went back east etc. I could not figure it out then, and of this group, most of them have been involved in gangstalking scenes in the same town where I spent my first years as TI, 2003 to 2012 when I moved to the present location of Penticton. (I was based in Seattle in 2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt on me.)
09-23-2015
At the vineyard job it was picking today, and some extra pickers were hired for the day. And lo, a blonde French Canadian couple, both with blonde dreadlocks (seriously Unfavored). Mostly, they had hats over this unsightly hair style, but as the day wore on, they figured I needed to see more of the hair; fugly, and without redeeming aesthetic qualities. A few years back in Victoria, they put a blonde dread-locked woman on the street immediately in front of me with my perp-abetting mother so each of us could have a gander at this disgusting look. I suppose the perps were doing some kind of psychic reactivity comparison, with me as the more psychically damaged one. I don't know exactly why I loathe dreadlocks hair, but I do, and am utterly pissed I need to be hounded with this and the rest of the Unfavored themes/sightings/stalkings for over 13 years of unrelenting psychopathic abuse. And all because the perpetrators wish to continue this human non-consensual experimentation without declaring themselves. And what is the point of that senselessness?
And what is it that the perps have to fuck with my supplements all the more? I started taking magnesium three months back and lo, if the leg cramps didn't stop once I got the dose dialed in. And lo, if the assholes keep jacking with what particular brand and formulation, by restricting the supply at the store. This time it is magnesium citrate, before that it was magnesium malate and before that it was magnesium bisglycinate. Clearly, the entire harassment/abuse program has a long way to go if this is what they are truly pissing around with.
09-24-2015
A different vineyard, this one in Osoyoos, and digging up puncture vine all day today. The weather was warm and sunny, and I even got a tan on my shirtless torso. (At the regular vineyard there is a dress code as has public access). I have no complaints even if the job is rather mundane, though upward mobility is substantially limited.
09-25-2015
A shorter shift today, as I asked for time off to apply in person for forest nursery job opening up. I have done this kind of work before, working on a conveyor line of plug stock forest seedlings passing by, bunching them, and also working with the packaging. The seedlings are then sent to the coolers and are ready for the spring planting. I am sure that my chosen former career in forestry was perp guided, if not totally managed. As to what they are looking for with respect to trees (and all other plants) and me is unknown, though it seems that they have a particular interest in annual woody growth.
09-26-2015
Saturday, and working for my former full time employer, on his 32 ton crush. Despite my reservations about his gerry-rigged fermentation plans (20,000L !), I help all the same. I just don't want to be tagged with being responsible for it all. Though it does cause me to pause why he is taking so much on without a credible game plan in place.
09-27-2015
Sunday. and ditto; and even getting good at it, team crush work no less. And also of considerable note, nothing went wrong (malfunctions, accidents etc.) today and yesterday.
Anyhow, time to get this posted for the week.
Back to the regular yoga instructor today, but last week's lithesome and attractive instructor was there as a student for some curious reason. The latter was decidedly more attractive and encouraging, the regular instructor is more terse and command prone. There is something about instructors and their tone and look that fascinates the perps, even if one limits it to female yoga instructors. At the vineyard job, all (female) of the tasting room staff have been giving me instructions on various tasks they want fulfilled. And of course there is the regular boss lady too. Essentially, I don't care one whit; all I need to know is can I understand the instructions and will I find them applicable to the assigned task. Often, I get extraneous instruction that just doesn't make sense, sometimes because the boss cannot recall all the details because they haven't done the job for a while.
And too, they forced me into a front center mat position, in front of the instructor so she could direct her finger tips my way in demonstrating the chair position. Another excuse for someone to flick fingers in my face it would seem, the aforementioned boss lady being another.
In the trunk of my car, an oil leak from a inexplicable pin hole puncture in the plastic oil container I keep it in the trunk in a brown cardboard box. Said box was removed and no leaks through to the trunk liner, some what miraculously given the perps need to make messes everywhere possible. And we know who can deal with miracles too; just another passing moment at the office for them.
Some ruminations about the landlord couple at this here carriage rental accommodation. Given the intense scrutiny I am under, especially with respect to my residence, there is no doubt they were on the harassment/orchestration long before I met them in mid-2013. But of interest is that they have been away for the last three weeks, and without them saying anything about handling the mail as before. Not a big deal in and of itself, but what caused me to speculate that they may be at perp school, a full year's absence I have come to observe, was a peculiar stunt the landlady performed. I had just pulled in to my lane parking next to the brown wood fence, and some 60' away in her usual red truck parking location, she pulls out in a small black compact vehicle, one I hadn't seen before. And no shiny well looked after car like their usual two, it was of varying paint condition, from shiny to flat black, straight out out of the perp shop IMHO. Her drivers side window was open, and she waved and said hello as she passed by in the lane, as I had just exited my vehicle. That was two weeks ago. It was this curious visitation/stalk which caused me to wonder why would she return to her house for a single drive-by stalking and then not to be seen since.
Some background on above mentioned perp school suspicion; from 1990 to 1999 I swam with a adult swim club in Victoria, BC. For those who don't know, it is a town with a stable population, even some growth. And yet some 8 to 10 of some 30 to 40 active swimmers disappeared for a year, citing a job or marriage that didn't work out, went back east etc. I could not figure it out then, and of this group, most of them have been involved in gangstalking scenes in the same town where I spent my first years as TI, 2003 to 2012 when I moved to the present location of Penticton. (I was based in Seattle in 2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt on me.)
09-23-2015
At the vineyard job it was picking today, and some extra pickers were hired for the day. And lo, a blonde French Canadian couple, both with blonde dreadlocks (seriously Unfavored). Mostly, they had hats over this unsightly hair style, but as the day wore on, they figured I needed to see more of the hair; fugly, and without redeeming aesthetic qualities. A few years back in Victoria, they put a blonde dread-locked woman on the street immediately in front of me with my perp-abetting mother so each of us could have a gander at this disgusting look. I suppose the perps were doing some kind of psychic reactivity comparison, with me as the more psychically damaged one. I don't know exactly why I loathe dreadlocks hair, but I do, and am utterly pissed I need to be hounded with this and the rest of the Unfavored themes/sightings/stalkings for over 13 years of unrelenting psychopathic abuse. And all because the perpetrators wish to continue this human non-consensual experimentation without declaring themselves. And what is the point of that senselessness?
And what is it that the perps have to fuck with my supplements all the more? I started taking magnesium three months back and lo, if the leg cramps didn't stop once I got the dose dialed in. And lo, if the assholes keep jacking with what particular brand and formulation, by restricting the supply at the store. This time it is magnesium citrate, before that it was magnesium malate and before that it was magnesium bisglycinate. Clearly, the entire harassment/abuse program has a long way to go if this is what they are truly pissing around with.
09-24-2015
A different vineyard, this one in Osoyoos, and digging up puncture vine all day today. The weather was warm and sunny, and I even got a tan on my shirtless torso. (At the regular vineyard there is a dress code as has public access). I have no complaints even if the job is rather mundane, though upward mobility is substantially limited.
09-25-2015
A shorter shift today, as I asked for time off to apply in person for forest nursery job opening up. I have done this kind of work before, working on a conveyor line of plug stock forest seedlings passing by, bunching them, and also working with the packaging. The seedlings are then sent to the coolers and are ready for the spring planting. I am sure that my chosen former career in forestry was perp guided, if not totally managed. As to what they are looking for with respect to trees (and all other plants) and me is unknown, though it seems that they have a particular interest in annual woody growth.
09-26-2015
Saturday, and working for my former full time employer, on his 32 ton crush. Despite my reservations about his gerry-rigged fermentation plans (20,000L !), I help all the same. I just don't want to be tagged with being responsible for it all. Though it does cause me to pause why he is taking so much on without a credible game plan in place.
09-27-2015
Sunday. and ditto; and even getting good at it, team crush work no less. And also of considerable note, nothing went wrong (malfunctions, accidents etc.) today and yesterday.
Anyhow, time to get this posted for the week.
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