12-26-2013
Boxing Day in these here parts, though a regular work day in the US and of course. And what a fugly Christmas it has been in E. Canada, with an ice storm that took out power around Toronto for some 300,000 homes and businesses, as well as maritime Canada and some of the E. US. And adroitly timed two days before Christmas and adding a huge dose of FUD to those with plans at their own dwelling. As in, "will or won't they fix the power before my guests come or should I bail out now?". (FUD + Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt, a seeming perp prerogative to inflict on TI victims and the populace). That amount of weather mayhem wasn't sufficient though, as they soaked the UK and some of France in rain, and that erstwhile perp instrument, (brown) flood waters, again, before Christmas. Ho, ho from the Psychopaths Whole Stole Christmas. I know, it is all very conspiratorial, but I didn't come to this place until it was revealed to me that weather can be messed with from 3' around me, (e.g. wind around me alone as I walk), to the vehicle that I am driving, (e.g. portable rain that lands on no one else), and all the way up to local cloud bursts and then climatic systems, though I am less certain about the latter as I don't see the personal connection, except from the "browning around" games (e.g. floods) I am consistently inundated with. Though the perps do love temperature variations, having gangstalkers ahead/behind with freezer items and hot items at the supermarket checkout. As I have come to know it, this activity represents more permutations and combinations on perturbing the ether around the victim, me.
A no-underwear drift has erupted over the last few days, aided by the wretched washing machine here at the First Feral Family (FFF) house, where more lint arrives on the clothing that it had when placed in it. Somehow, my perp-abetting mother's ditz act didn't notice all this time, and it is only partially ameliorated by the dryer, should I use it. Which makes this house lint, dust and loose hair heaven for the perps, as in having all or some of these arrive on everything, and just laundered clothing is not spared. And not to forget another key perp research topic is laundering clothes, and having them slathered in their airborne intrusive surrogates (dust, lint, loose hair) as they are removed from the dryer is just too funny for words. And why did I "decide" to spend a month here anyhow? I don't ever forget any perp games, stunts, setups or harassment abuse prone locations, and somehow I "forgot". Though, for the record, they were able to deprive me from recalling all these affronts and vile fuckery since 2006 when it became clear they could manipulate and plunder my recall.
A visit to the old folks hospital to see the FFF dementia case, my father. And getting sucked into spending longer there, as I cannot stand the sights or smells of such places. Specifically, sucked into walking around two wards I hadn't seen before, with some areas having with-it patients such that they had a small library and internet stations. My perp-abetting mother did most of the wheelchair pushing, as the game seemed to be that while she dithered and blocked aisle and doorways, there was someone to be inserted between us. Bad enough dealing with a ditz act, and then insult after injury to have seeming staff member "happen" to be where we were twice more, as in reprise gangstalkings.
Then a ruse over my father's electric shaver as it couldn't be found, and so one of the staff went to look for it, and lo, if she didn't find it and mention it to us as we were about to depart for the above walk, revealling her disgusting tattoos on her arms. Said woman had already walked back and forth 3x while I was kept waiting, but it seems someone wanted me to see her tattoos from a different location/angle/lighting conditions.
I got the dubious honor of cleaning up my father's electric shaver into the sink, as it seems hospital staff haven't much time for it. Given the large perp efforts devoted to shaving and hair tweezing (face mostly), I suppose it was yet another FFF shaving encounter.
12-27-2013
A morning visit to a certain store, PA for now, who sell farm and auto equipment. It was a new part of town for me, though one I could readily figure out, save the perps screwing me around with an incorrect interpretation of the map before we set off. The perps just love screwing me around with incorrect maps and incorrect geographic recall. Back in the Extreme Fuckover Days of 2002, they even spoofed a street map I had of Richmond, BC (part of the greater Vancouver area). I wanted to go there for a specifi address/reason, one no doubt planted, and I could not find it anywhere for at least five minutes. Then I noticed that the street names were all wrong, on the index and on the map labels. It was totally useless and spoofed map. What kind of assholes would set that up and then fuck with a city street map in that manner? The sickest and most juvenile Fuckwits this planet has ever known. Other related stunts of that time were to kill the lighting on road signs at night, and even replace signs with others in unusual font. Kind of like in the movie(?), the Bates Motel.
And with respect to the above store visit, my perp-abetting mother needed a stainless steel bucket for her dye making activities as her enamel one had a chip in it and leached color from the steel. It just "happened" to be the identical make/size of the ss. buckets my boss had for the winery. He bought them at the same store chain, different branch, in 2012, and bizarrely, had me stand around waiting for him to come back while he toured the rest of the store. I hadn't been to a PA before, so it would of been more appropriate to show me around instead of this odd command.
A surge of six males came on when my mother was purchasing the item, with me and the cashier been given a ruse to vacate the checkout to search for a frigging flashlight, a seeming perp obsession given my mother's use of one and making sure her dipshit cover act serves to point in into my face. Can we say pit-lamping by a FFF member; I wonder if this Fuckover atrocity would of happened without her unstinting support all these 11.5 years and longer. That seems to be the burning question of late.
Next, a long known tool store, going back to 1980 when they were mail order only. Now, with some 16 branches across Canada and a tool development arm, LVT has come a long way. And lo, another dude surge, with a few cell-phoning assholes hounding me. I wanted to check out spirit levels, as they have a digital one on sale, but lo, if there wasn't any and one display wall in the relevant product area was bare. Most strange, though I should expect as much, as I was there two weeks ago, and I couldn't find the levels then.It would seem someone wanted back-to-back visits to tool stores, one I have known for some time, and one new to me as of 2012. I got to thinking how utterly insane this abuse is, putting on the above nonsense for 11.5 years.
Then out to get a tanning salon, and stop at the nearby stereo dealer. The much vaunted audiophile gear was not on sale as it turned out. Again, abounding shiftless males inside, and a choreographed dude convergence, but no purchase on my part. As if this long running, some two months now, imposed "need" to intensely review home audio gear wasn't enough, the perps now have me fussed over looking at car audio gear too, as this is also on sale at the discount stores during this Boxing Day week long sale until year's end.
Last night dinner at the ex's and our daughter. Of special note, there were a couple (joint friends) there who I haven't seen for 7 years. Of course they look older, but did they say anything about me looking 20+ years younger? Not a bit of it. The perps kept me dulled and stupid at times, and threw in the odd stutter for good measure.
New/continuing games today; wearing a one-time laundered new shirt (teal green) I got from my out-of-town brother, and the underwear games continue, with a least two pairs gone missing, meaning another no underwear day. Funny how these keep "happening" now. Once can be sure that these advances in perp harassment and clothing color fuckery will continue when I get back to Penticton. I assume that their research games/results are most advanced and that they wish to correlate them when at my normal residence location.
12-28-2013
At the FFF house mostly today, doing digging, weeding and plant transplanting. As always, this is of high perp interest, especially when cutting or digging up plant roots. The dog barking eruptions, the near continuous overhead extra aircraft noise (single engine prop + one helicopter), the neighbood sawyer cutting up wood on a table or chop saw, and even my own perp-abetting mother was in on the tapping thing. These "tapping attacks" erupt wherever I go, nearly always "from" roofing jobs or ridiculous house construction activity. (What builder taps once per second, assuming they are driving nails with a hammer, which they rarely do nowadays?). Though today, it was my FFF mother up to something, though she never explained why or what she was tapping. This is aided by the fact that the resident claw hammers (2) have gone missing and the one she now uses is a small school shop hammer I made in about 1970. Somehow, she had a need for this particular one, that is rarely used and kept in the basement utility room. Now, it is elevated for kitchen storage, lying on the counter. I suppose there is some kind of energetics "vibe" change in moving it from a wood desk drawer to sit on the laminate and the MDF composite wood underneath it. Woo-hoo, here we are some 11.5 years of this fucking insane abuse, and the sick-asses are moving my school-made hammer from basement to kitchen (a half story apart).
And I see that two pairs of my underwear arrived somehow, having disappeared yesterday. They were in my suitcase where I keep the fresh folded pairs, and it would of been only me who would of folded and placed them there. It was a rare case of temporarily missing clothes, though for the most part, the perps cause premature wear and color bleachings if they don't want a certain garment (purge duplicates) or bed sheet items. But as I am visiting at the FFF house, and the perps needed a no-underwear day yesterday, why, they just disappeared when I needed them. That didn't stop them from pumping me all day yesterday as to what I was going to do about this, and the most sensible answer I had was to go and purchase more, though with the intent of getting briefs without the ridiculous extra panels they so like me to have. Regular readers and TI's will know the perps are totally berserk over what pairs of underwear I have, and will obstruct any efforts to rationalize them or acquire a more desired design. It would seem the perp assholes cannot get enough of having my underwear with doubled panels, which might of been the reason they blanked me out from recalling to get more when I was out in the shopping areas yesterday.
And the powerline maintenance dudes came by today, "happening" to continue work in this neighborhood on Dec. 24. These are the ones in a boom truck and with portable powered saws to cut away at tree branches and foliage that is overtopping the powerlines. I didn't think anything of it, save it being perfectly predictable gangstalking methods owing to the plethora of boom trucks I pass by since this fuckery began in 04-2002. (I have even seen extra boomtrucks that are sitting doing nothing on the job, while two others are at work). Then when the TV news imagery from Ontario and the Maritimes came on, why, no end of boom trucks cutting down trees and debris on the powerlines due to the above mentioned ice storm.
12-29-2012
A new method of foiling online shopping erupted today; the "shopping cart" plain didn't work. I add a certain car CD deck by clicking the "Add to Cart" button, and it comes back and says nothing was added to the cart. I have had many, many screw-ups and adversity over online shopping over the past 11.5 years of this insane abuse, but taking out a shopping cart is a new one on me. It is W. Canadian chain of stores, and I especially wanted a certain deck on sale, as it did not have any red illumination on it. I am totally fed up with the amount of red flashes I get from all sources including when my eyes are closed, and don't need one travelling beside me. A certain favored make of long ago had light green and white illumination, but has now changed to blue and red. Though, they aren't the only ones. The manufacturer of interest has just blue illumination, though I do see a new entry level model with blue and red. So perhaps they are selling off the only-blue ones and don't want me want to have me. That is how it goes, or it could be a ruse to shake me down for another $50 for the next model up, also blue-only illuminated. Who knows.
A pokey day at the FFF house, having got onto running a chop saw this morning to cut a number of pegs from old broom and tool handles. It is part of a wall hung rack to have the garden tools finally hung up instead of littered in a pile. In other words, it was my turn to make wood sawing noise in the neighborhood, instead of others who noise stalked me most times I have been outside in the last two weeks. I got my usual dog barkings, aircraft noise and loud muffler noise. My perp-abetting mother sprung a meet-and-greet this afternoon, one possible time to see my daughter before she heads back to Vancouver to re-start work. No advance notice, and of course I am expected to be social and make pleasant.
And stood up; daughter and ex don't show up, all to fuel FUD or whatever the perps get from broken appointments and invitations. Also artfully managing my knowledge and anticipation, by springing this on me this morning, and not three days ago when we visited their place for dinner, per above.
What a way to spend one's time. I can hardly wait to depart this gluten-palace; all the cakes, cookies and every like British dessert has been trotted out every day since before Christmas, and for one who avoids it, this holiday season has been a gluten-feed. The perps seem to like me to have these gluten binges, as I surmise that normal mealtime portions of bread weren't sufficient for whatever toxicological objectives they have in mind. I went off gluten in about 1994, and feel the better for it, until arriving at this UK cuisine island. Or more likely, a perp arranged event, and they want me to dose up on it for whatever gluten purging research they are doing. (And likely, the human species as a whole). I am not a celiac, but have read various books including Primal Mind, Primal Body, and the author is uncharacteristically dire as to the horrors of ingesting gluten. Anyhow, these FFF visits are a cast back into the UK cuisine of old, though thankfully without the greasy foods. The "breadstalking" I sometimes get in public is one such arranged event that has a part in the gluten games, the most egregious example being a male Fuckwit carrying/balancing a loaf of sliced bread, still in its original plastic bag, on his bare horizontal forearm. I get plenty of bakery deliveries/arranged stunts when visiting supermarkets, as it seems that the loading bay at the back isn't good enough for them. So they deliver it about the time I am exiting or entering the store, and make sure there is a stack of bread in the supermarket aisle for me to walk past. And if walking past a bakery, I get the supplies delivery, e.g. a pallet of flour delivered to the street (in a parking stall) for it to sit there for half a day until unloaded.
More of TV inundation tonight; it seems they wanted me to see a repeat of 60 Minutes from various shows in the last two years; the daredevils in wing suits, the in-close polar bear photography methods, and swimming with crocodiles. All seen before, but why now when this is the middle of their season? Could be legit I suppose, e.g. low viewing numbers at this time of year, so throw a who-cares piece in.
Though, the negros-on-TV hasn't let up, with Mandela's funeral a few weeks ago, and now, advertising for the Mandela biopic. That smacks of coordination to my mind, getting a real world demise to build an audience for a film depicting the just-deceased .
Sunday night now, and I shall get this posted for another week.
Showing posts with label tapping attack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tapping attack. Show all posts
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
On Phone While Recieving Email
10-23-2013
A bit of gangstalked shopping while on my way back from the vineyard. And for all the day, there were plenty of planted ideations about not sufficient work over November though January, a new (planted IMHO) theme all week.
And so, after getting back and putting some items in the fridge, why the phone rang. And I do take notice of high perp harassment events and their timing, and arriving (just getting through the door) is one of them. It was my farm worker friend, and she was lamenting the lack of work, and the related tales of woe associated with this prospect. Though to be fair, she did elevate her training to horticulture work, and away from farming, but still, it is a seasonal prospect. Other jobs are filling in the winter time gap, but not enough of them it seems. Ditto for her negro friend, who has also been on some of my work crews at two different employers. And so the perps' employment theme is re-affirmed at this critical timing (to them), when I just arrive back at my residence.
She also asked me if I was interested in a Vancouver Island viticultural assistant job, to which I said "perhaps", and she asked if I wanted the online posting link. I said sure, and she sent it to me while I was on the phone. While this is an everyday occurence anywhere in the world when one has simultaneous phone and internet communication, it takes on special significance if one is a TI. As in Targeted Individual, harassed and abused all day long by arranged circumstances and relentless physical adversity brought by action-at-a-distance (aka, telekinetic) technologies with real-time interaction. I cannot make a move or draw a breath that isn't arranged, let alone have any cognitive indepedence. And as it seems that phones are a means of generating an EM field around one's head/ear, and that I seem to be under study for neural energies relating to everything I do, see, say or think, therefore phone calls take on a significant role in this abuse/covert human experimentation.
And too, I get routinely noisestalked, fart stalked or other imposed perturbations anytime I send or receive an email or phone someone, I find it most curious that I get a call from my one regular "friend" (always a moot term when I am so highly governed and scripted), and am sent an email in the course of the phone call. So it would seem the perps are attempting to discern the neural energetic signature of receiving a phone call and an email, though the latter wasn't seen, heard or otherwise directly observed. This is only a small part of what they seem to be looking for, but I would suggest that there is a huge realm of "normal" psychic energies (not paranormal) they are attempting to remotely detect and quantify, and this is but one example. And here they are, closing in on 11.5 years of this insane abuse since 04-2002, and as previously mentioned in past postings, likely since birth in 1954.
10-24-2013
Another near all-fog day at higher elevations, as it cleared at 1500h, about the same as yesterday. Everything in different colors, fall colors of course, all that red and yellow that the perps cannot get enough of around me.I notice that the fog height is arranged to allow the sighting of close by hills, but the larger and further hills/mountains are blotted out. The perps cannot get enough on this selective presentation theme, be it landscape mountains, or Unfavored Fuckwits who slowly move out from behind an obstructing feature.
I was doing water line work; winterizing the system, such as it is, by opening valves, visiting the main pipe and dam head. Again, it is the water theme and how it is delivered and from where it came, its provenance.
And what is this latest escalation of blatant head-on driving? I have roundly complained of road traffic incursions, as in oncoming vehicles over the center line, pretending they are making a wide bend or giving and adjacent cyclist extra room, but the latest and most egregious event was today, when an oncoming vehicle pulled into my lane by three feet some 60' ahead and then pulled back. There was no reason, or even a semblance of one.
10-25-2013
Yoga after class with the gangstalkers. This time the much tattoo-ed long haired male was back again, and they placed him behind the cute young woman, as a way of drawing my attention and then spotting this Unfavored (male over 20, long hair, tattoos, dumbshit shorts) creature behind her.
It is interesting that I had recieved a parcel beforehand, while at my residence. The $80 forceps and tweezers with serrated teeth were expected to be the solution to plucking the myriad face hairs I now get. The regular tweezers were slipping and so I thought that "grippy" tweezers would do the job. But as it "happened", the hairs would slip through the serrated teeth and these items seemed to be perfectly useless. It was on the heels of this that I went to yoga, and I always find it interesting as to what is arranged around this activity, as spinal flexion and twists seem to be so important to the perps and gangstalkers.
10-27-2013, 10-28-2013
Overnight rain for both days, catching me by surprise as it had been foggy all week, with hardly any sunshine. But then again, the perps just love to keep me clueless, and one consistent theme is not have me look at the weather, or else have the forecast (that I get to see) be totally wrong.
The rain landed on the plastic sheet covered picking bins that dragged the sheet down to rest on the fermenting wine that I make as part of my duties. I have remarked often enough in past postings that the perps just love to have water spills and messes erupt, and all the better if they come from one source to land in water from another source, say, pooled rainfall to spill onto tap water. In the kitchen, the perps often have water from the faucet jump sideways to land on something that was wetted earlier. Anyhow, all the water clean up, and some got past the plastic sheet cover to sit on a floating lid of a tank, took at least two hours, as I had to be careful not to have it run into the fermenting wine.
Other rain water got on the some 60 picking buckets that were sitting out to dry from the prior day's cleaning, and so entailed more effort to get these plastic (HDPE) 5 gallon buckets re-cleaned and dried before being put away until next year's harvest.
10-29-2013
The perps love to have their victims break habits and routines, and one would be screwing me from posting it two days ago, on my typical Sunday night (Oct. 27th) weekly wrap up. And of course, having folks look for a new installment when there isn't one (aka dashed expectations) is another game of theirs.
I got busy on salsa making on Sunday, and yesterday, as 15lb of tomatoes just off the plant came my way on the 25th. I am removing all the plants from a small vegetable garden at the vineyard as it is the end of the season, and harvested tomatoes and some peppers. This turned into a huge "cook up", no actual cooking save for the garlic slices, and overwhelmed my food handling capabilities to the point I had to stop in mid activity and buy a bigger mixing bowl and a hand blender. Both proved to be the perfect item to facilitate processing the latter half of the salsa verde I was making. Last night I was converting the red tomatoes to salsa, though it took three hours, I was glad is was only some 5lb of tomatoes. All the above is in the freezer, and so I will have salsa for much of the winter.
Apart from the red colors, tomatoes and onions, I don't know why the perps find food processing so interesting. It could be whirring cutting blades as they have a fixation on cut fruit and vegetables, as I am routinely stalked by food processing deliver trucks, even in this small town.
And today I was pulling weeds, and then plastic fabric from this same vegetable garden, and the perps were all over me today with a rare police (RCMP; Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) escort all along Eastside Rd, leading ahead of me and the Fuckwit pulling a 180 degree U-turn where I turn off and go left. And I had to obey the speed limit too of course, something that is very rare, as the perps like me to drive fast, perhaps for the same reason that swiping a magnet past a coil faster makes for more electrical current generation.
The noise games were also increased today, featuring the silly tapping noise, as if someone is building a house by swinging a hammer on a beam (or other large timber) once every two seconds. Every outside job I have ever had since the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002 has featured this improbable house building noise.
Other noise were single engine aircraft, though the odd helicopter too. Yesterday I got a two helicopter formation going by, though different makes and models. Last year when in the vineyard, I got two identical black helicopters on a low fly past one day. As always, the hot-rod muffler noises from passing pick up trucks played every few minutes, and they even had it penetrate the house when I was inside, another noise first.
Now to post this before it comes a run-on account,
A bit of gangstalked shopping while on my way back from the vineyard. And for all the day, there were plenty of planted ideations about not sufficient work over November though January, a new (planted IMHO) theme all week.
And so, after getting back and putting some items in the fridge, why the phone rang. And I do take notice of high perp harassment events and their timing, and arriving (just getting through the door) is one of them. It was my farm worker friend, and she was lamenting the lack of work, and the related tales of woe associated with this prospect. Though to be fair, she did elevate her training to horticulture work, and away from farming, but still, it is a seasonal prospect. Other jobs are filling in the winter time gap, but not enough of them it seems. Ditto for her negro friend, who has also been on some of my work crews at two different employers. And so the perps' employment theme is re-affirmed at this critical timing (to them), when I just arrive back at my residence.
She also asked me if I was interested in a Vancouver Island viticultural assistant job, to which I said "perhaps", and she asked if I wanted the online posting link. I said sure, and she sent it to me while I was on the phone. While this is an everyday occurence anywhere in the world when one has simultaneous phone and internet communication, it takes on special significance if one is a TI. As in Targeted Individual, harassed and abused all day long by arranged circumstances and relentless physical adversity brought by action-at-a-distance (aka, telekinetic) technologies with real-time interaction. I cannot make a move or draw a breath that isn't arranged, let alone have any cognitive indepedence. And as it seems that phones are a means of generating an EM field around one's head/ear, and that I seem to be under study for neural energies relating to everything I do, see, say or think, therefore phone calls take on a significant role in this abuse/covert human experimentation.
And too, I get routinely noisestalked, fart stalked or other imposed perturbations anytime I send or receive an email or phone someone, I find it most curious that I get a call from my one regular "friend" (always a moot term when I am so highly governed and scripted), and am sent an email in the course of the phone call. So it would seem the perps are attempting to discern the neural energetic signature of receiving a phone call and an email, though the latter wasn't seen, heard or otherwise directly observed. This is only a small part of what they seem to be looking for, but I would suggest that there is a huge realm of "normal" psychic energies (not paranormal) they are attempting to remotely detect and quantify, and this is but one example. And here they are, closing in on 11.5 years of this insane abuse since 04-2002, and as previously mentioned in past postings, likely since birth in 1954.
10-24-2013
Another near all-fog day at higher elevations, as it cleared at 1500h, about the same as yesterday. Everything in different colors, fall colors of course, all that red and yellow that the perps cannot get enough of around me.I notice that the fog height is arranged to allow the sighting of close by hills, but the larger and further hills/mountains are blotted out. The perps cannot get enough on this selective presentation theme, be it landscape mountains, or Unfavored Fuckwits who slowly move out from behind an obstructing feature.
I was doing water line work; winterizing the system, such as it is, by opening valves, visiting the main pipe and dam head. Again, it is the water theme and how it is delivered and from where it came, its provenance.
And what is this latest escalation of blatant head-on driving? I have roundly complained of road traffic incursions, as in oncoming vehicles over the center line, pretending they are making a wide bend or giving and adjacent cyclist extra room, but the latest and most egregious event was today, when an oncoming vehicle pulled into my lane by three feet some 60' ahead and then pulled back. There was no reason, or even a semblance of one.
10-25-2013
Yoga after class with the gangstalkers. This time the much tattoo-ed long haired male was back again, and they placed him behind the cute young woman, as a way of drawing my attention and then spotting this Unfavored (male over 20, long hair, tattoos, dumbshit shorts) creature behind her.
It is interesting that I had recieved a parcel beforehand, while at my residence. The $80 forceps and tweezers with serrated teeth were expected to be the solution to plucking the myriad face hairs I now get. The regular tweezers were slipping and so I thought that "grippy" tweezers would do the job. But as it "happened", the hairs would slip through the serrated teeth and these items seemed to be perfectly useless. It was on the heels of this that I went to yoga, and I always find it interesting as to what is arranged around this activity, as spinal flexion and twists seem to be so important to the perps and gangstalkers.
10-27-2013, 10-28-2013
Overnight rain for both days, catching me by surprise as it had been foggy all week, with hardly any sunshine. But then again, the perps just love to keep me clueless, and one consistent theme is not have me look at the weather, or else have the forecast (that I get to see) be totally wrong.
The rain landed on the plastic sheet covered picking bins that dragged the sheet down to rest on the fermenting wine that I make as part of my duties. I have remarked often enough in past postings that the perps just love to have water spills and messes erupt, and all the better if they come from one source to land in water from another source, say, pooled rainfall to spill onto tap water. In the kitchen, the perps often have water from the faucet jump sideways to land on something that was wetted earlier. Anyhow, all the water clean up, and some got past the plastic sheet cover to sit on a floating lid of a tank, took at least two hours, as I had to be careful not to have it run into the fermenting wine.
Other rain water got on the some 60 picking buckets that were sitting out to dry from the prior day's cleaning, and so entailed more effort to get these plastic (HDPE) 5 gallon buckets re-cleaned and dried before being put away until next year's harvest.
10-29-2013
The perps love to have their victims break habits and routines, and one would be screwing me from posting it two days ago, on my typical Sunday night (Oct. 27th) weekly wrap up. And of course, having folks look for a new installment when there isn't one (aka dashed expectations) is another game of theirs.
I got busy on salsa making on Sunday, and yesterday, as 15lb of tomatoes just off the plant came my way on the 25th. I am removing all the plants from a small vegetable garden at the vineyard as it is the end of the season, and harvested tomatoes and some peppers. This turned into a huge "cook up", no actual cooking save for the garlic slices, and overwhelmed my food handling capabilities to the point I had to stop in mid activity and buy a bigger mixing bowl and a hand blender. Both proved to be the perfect item to facilitate processing the latter half of the salsa verde I was making. Last night I was converting the red tomatoes to salsa, though it took three hours, I was glad is was only some 5lb of tomatoes. All the above is in the freezer, and so I will have salsa for much of the winter.
Apart from the red colors, tomatoes and onions, I don't know why the perps find food processing so interesting. It could be whirring cutting blades as they have a fixation on cut fruit and vegetables, as I am routinely stalked by food processing deliver trucks, even in this small town.
And today I was pulling weeds, and then plastic fabric from this same vegetable garden, and the perps were all over me today with a rare police (RCMP; Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) escort all along Eastside Rd, leading ahead of me and the Fuckwit pulling a 180 degree U-turn where I turn off and go left. And I had to obey the speed limit too of course, something that is very rare, as the perps like me to drive fast, perhaps for the same reason that swiping a magnet past a coil faster makes for more electrical current generation.
The noise games were also increased today, featuring the silly tapping noise, as if someone is building a house by swinging a hammer on a beam (or other large timber) once every two seconds. Every outside job I have ever had since the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002 has featured this improbable house building noise.
Other noise were single engine aircraft, though the odd helicopter too. Yesterday I got a two helicopter formation going by, though different makes and models. Last year when in the vineyard, I got two identical black helicopters on a low fly past one day. As always, the hot-rod muffler noises from passing pick up trucks played every few minutes, and they even had it penetrate the house when I was inside, another noise first.
Now to post this before it comes a run-on account,
Sunday, August 04, 2013
Many Worlds
07-30-2013
A two hour clean up of the toilet tonight; the perps had the toilet back up three successive times with no successful clearing/unblocking in between. Their past record had been two, but they decided to up the "brown games" ante by one more. A full on rage show at times as well, as extra adversity gets added in too. And they also allowed the adjoining carpet to get wet somehow when I had the doorway dammed with two towels. They have so many ways of dithering one's cognition as well as telekinetic fuckery that there is no point speculating as to how it happens.
Needless to say I am absolutely fucking annoyed that they have spent over 11 years of messing with shit, driving it around in tankers, pumping it across sidewalks and all the rest of the juvenile inanities they have pulled over the years and here they still are, playing shit games with the toilet. Regular readers will know this all began when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002 in my apartment in Seattle, and one of the uninvited personnel blew up a balloon, tied it off, then flushed the toilet and inserted the balloon to obstruct it. And they did a good job of it, as I had to get a plumbers' snake to free it up a few days later. And ever since then, taking a shit has become a fraught and adverse experience, even down to the toilet paper not separating on the perforations (nearly every time). Anyhow, not the first time this has been mentioned and I will spare my readership any further details.
07-31-2013
Some toilet related events caused me to go straight home instead of grocery shopping when driving back from the vineyard. Then a 40 minute nap attack came on, making me feel fogged and clogged afterward. Then onto grocery shopping, replete with a three staff member choreographed cluster fuck in front of me as I was about to pass through that very (and constrained) aisle space. Instead I got to watch this insane ludicrousness until my egress was permitted (no one in the way). They with staff black shirts, and a black coat on me, initiated by thinking that a thunderstorm was to come when I set off. Then I got skunked on getting a hot cooked chicken and the small size tortillas, and got to the cashier where other strangeness was in progress, i.e. the prior customer hanging back.
Then onto the supermarket to get their hot cooked chicken, my original source until May 2013 when the above organic store put in a hot counter, and so I bought their organic free range chicken (cooked) since. That is until today, as it seems the perps have a chicken eating/digestion comparison event going on, and so it goes. Said supermarket put on their E. Indian at the hot counter, and another to tail me to the checkout. Then the woman behind me came forward to put her cloth bags against my plastic bags that were just filled, and so it goes. The perps are totally desperate to determine what it is about plastic bags they seem not to know. (Last week, a vineyard visitor put two plastic bags on the couch, one each side of my coat for crissakes, moving my coat to set it up in the middle as it was in a corner of the couch). NOT my problem why the perps don't understand the energetics of plastic bags, but one can see they are upping the harassment ante.
Then I visit the tea shop next to the supermarket as the notion of getting some summertime teas was duly planted some weeks ago. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro woman staff member. I got the spiel on teas, and when I wanted the 2L infusion jug with a teal colored top (instead of fuchsia), the woman had to go on a ladder and look in all the tall cabinets and lo, there was none remaining in boxes, so I got the demo one instead. But she had to get the (brown cardboard) box out anyhow to get the bar code off it. And so it goes, from brown boxes to brown colored skin and all the transitions, fuckery and harassment that goes with it. NOT my problem the perps don't like it that I hate various colors, brown being one of them.
I got plenty of vehicular gangstalking on the way there and back, uncluding a semi-trailer and tractor unit headed E from two blocks away, and after changing directions to get to the organics grocery store, why, there it was again, heading N from two blocks away. All this at 1800h, not exactly the busiest commercial time of day. And too, at least 20 individual motorcycle stalkers out too, "just happening" to be driving around in the shopping areas of this 30k pop. summertime holiday town.
08-01-2013
Vineyard work; tapping day long, like yesterday; one or taps per second, emulating house construction, though I never heard such pathetic carpenters until the perps went berserk/overt in 04-2002. But there is a real house being constructed in the neighborhood, so maybe they are having someone wielding a hammer on it. Later in the day, and when wearing the headphones and listening to favorite music, why, they put on the tapping noise to be heard through the headphones with music playing. Ditto for aircraft noise, hot-rod muffler noise and a few others. It would seem that a "regular" perp noise series now being punched through while wearing EMF a device (headphones) while listening to music.
08-03-2013
The Saturday freakshow at the laundromat again, this time heavy on male skinheads (three with a shiny bald pate). One tailed me to seemingly "inspect" his laundry which "happened" to be next to the machine I selected to use. He rudely cuts between me and the washing machine before I had inserted any laundry, then does these mini-back-and-forths, stepping to depart and then reverses. I ask him what he is doing, then he says "sorry", and moves back to where he was. I look at his washing machine, and it is active with water sloshing around on the front glass window. Like WTF; he goes to his washing machine knowing he cannot do anything about it, long before it is finished, to "inspect" it. Totally bizarre IMHO, but nearly identical to what a negro did two weeks ago at the same laundromat.
Then tapping in the neighborhood while putting out the laundry to dry. Add on dog barking, HD motorcycle noise, and it was just another day of the arranged noisescape. Later, I attended to the weeds poking through the cracks in the doorstep, and then the noise really erupted. An aircraft flew in low on its approach to the airport, then a lawnmower, followed by HD motorcycle noise again, ... and so it goes. That I deal with plants (vines) all day long, the perps needed to replicate that activity at my own residence it would seem.
08-04-2013
My latest CD fix has kept me housebound for the most part this weekend; along with ripping them into FLAC files. The perps like me to have back ups out of sync with the source directories, and adding to my music library will surely accomplish that. A Synology back up NAS would be nice, though I don't think I can afford it. If Windows had an intelligible back up management I wouldn't have to comtemplate another computer. I find it amazing that a commercial enterprise like Synology can make a significant business out of what Microsoft refuses to address, at least for this Win7 Home Premium OS.
Another fixation that is taking up more time, is the hair plucking. Now not only chest and neck hairs, but a new plucking "front" is my cheeks where hair started a few years ago. Most often then there is a black colored filamentous maser emanating from the just-plucked facial hair, that lifts off and parallels and follows the tweezers until I drop the hair into the sink. More often, the hair somehow sticks to my fingers or the tweezers so it can re-arrive in the proximity of the next plucking location, or else re-arrives via teleportation.
A likely related activity to above mentioned cheek hair plucking is the ongoing molar sensitivity, now into a third month. I saw the specialist and even had a CT scan, but no firm diagnosis. The sore tooth causes me to chew most of my food on my R side, which by "coincidence" is where the majority of the cheek hairs are, and of course, get plucked with accompanying maser beam.
Reading is another home-bound activity of late: I read about Charles Fort and his cataloging of the paranormal and extra-conventional events like raining of frogs or blood, and his thumbing his nose to the scientists of the day. He gives good cause to doubt everything in the historical human experience, including geology. Another read is Hugh Everett III, the man who developed the "many worlds" concept, which I suspect is a significant component of perp research. It relates to quantum theory, and its premise that it is a quantum world (not a classical physics world), and that there are multiple universes to reflect quantum interactions. Almost at the edge of my comprehension, but an interesting read that the perps put on for me, presumably to better understand their nonconsensual human research agenda.
Anyhow, time to send this to be posted for the week, even if I get an extra unpaid day off tomorrow.
A two hour clean up of the toilet tonight; the perps had the toilet back up three successive times with no successful clearing/unblocking in between. Their past record had been two, but they decided to up the "brown games" ante by one more. A full on rage show at times as well, as extra adversity gets added in too. And they also allowed the adjoining carpet to get wet somehow when I had the doorway dammed with two towels. They have so many ways of dithering one's cognition as well as telekinetic fuckery that there is no point speculating as to how it happens.
Needless to say I am absolutely fucking annoyed that they have spent over 11 years of messing with shit, driving it around in tankers, pumping it across sidewalks and all the rest of the juvenile inanities they have pulled over the years and here they still are, playing shit games with the toilet. Regular readers will know this all began when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002 in my apartment in Seattle, and one of the uninvited personnel blew up a balloon, tied it off, then flushed the toilet and inserted the balloon to obstruct it. And they did a good job of it, as I had to get a plumbers' snake to free it up a few days later. And ever since then, taking a shit has become a fraught and adverse experience, even down to the toilet paper not separating on the perforations (nearly every time). Anyhow, not the first time this has been mentioned and I will spare my readership any further details.
07-31-2013
Some toilet related events caused me to go straight home instead of grocery shopping when driving back from the vineyard. Then a 40 minute nap attack came on, making me feel fogged and clogged afterward. Then onto grocery shopping, replete with a three staff member choreographed cluster fuck in front of me as I was about to pass through that very (and constrained) aisle space. Instead I got to watch this insane ludicrousness until my egress was permitted (no one in the way). They with staff black shirts, and a black coat on me, initiated by thinking that a thunderstorm was to come when I set off. Then I got skunked on getting a hot cooked chicken and the small size tortillas, and got to the cashier where other strangeness was in progress, i.e. the prior customer hanging back.
Then onto the supermarket to get their hot cooked chicken, my original source until May 2013 when the above organic store put in a hot counter, and so I bought their organic free range chicken (cooked) since. That is until today, as it seems the perps have a chicken eating/digestion comparison event going on, and so it goes. Said supermarket put on their E. Indian at the hot counter, and another to tail me to the checkout. Then the woman behind me came forward to put her cloth bags against my plastic bags that were just filled, and so it goes. The perps are totally desperate to determine what it is about plastic bags they seem not to know. (Last week, a vineyard visitor put two plastic bags on the couch, one each side of my coat for crissakes, moving my coat to set it up in the middle as it was in a corner of the couch). NOT my problem why the perps don't understand the energetics of plastic bags, but one can see they are upping the harassment ante.
Then I visit the tea shop next to the supermarket as the notion of getting some summertime teas was duly planted some weeks ago. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro woman staff member. I got the spiel on teas, and when I wanted the 2L infusion jug with a teal colored top (instead of fuchsia), the woman had to go on a ladder and look in all the tall cabinets and lo, there was none remaining in boxes, so I got the demo one instead. But she had to get the (brown cardboard) box out anyhow to get the bar code off it. And so it goes, from brown boxes to brown colored skin and all the transitions, fuckery and harassment that goes with it. NOT my problem the perps don't like it that I hate various colors, brown being one of them.
I got plenty of vehicular gangstalking on the way there and back, uncluding a semi-trailer and tractor unit headed E from two blocks away, and after changing directions to get to the organics grocery store, why, there it was again, heading N from two blocks away. All this at 1800h, not exactly the busiest commercial time of day. And too, at least 20 individual motorcycle stalkers out too, "just happening" to be driving around in the shopping areas of this 30k pop. summertime holiday town.
08-01-2013
Vineyard work; tapping day long, like yesterday; one or taps per second, emulating house construction, though I never heard such pathetic carpenters until the perps went berserk/overt in 04-2002. But there is a real house being constructed in the neighborhood, so maybe they are having someone wielding a hammer on it. Later in the day, and when wearing the headphones and listening to favorite music, why, they put on the tapping noise to be heard through the headphones with music playing. Ditto for aircraft noise, hot-rod muffler noise and a few others. It would seem that a "regular" perp noise series now being punched through while wearing EMF a device (headphones) while listening to music.
08-03-2013
The Saturday freakshow at the laundromat again, this time heavy on male skinheads (three with a shiny bald pate). One tailed me to seemingly "inspect" his laundry which "happened" to be next to the machine I selected to use. He rudely cuts between me and the washing machine before I had inserted any laundry, then does these mini-back-and-forths, stepping to depart and then reverses. I ask him what he is doing, then he says "sorry", and moves back to where he was. I look at his washing machine, and it is active with water sloshing around on the front glass window. Like WTF; he goes to his washing machine knowing he cannot do anything about it, long before it is finished, to "inspect" it. Totally bizarre IMHO, but nearly identical to what a negro did two weeks ago at the same laundromat.
Then tapping in the neighborhood while putting out the laundry to dry. Add on dog barking, HD motorcycle noise, and it was just another day of the arranged noisescape. Later, I attended to the weeds poking through the cracks in the doorstep, and then the noise really erupted. An aircraft flew in low on its approach to the airport, then a lawnmower, followed by HD motorcycle noise again, ... and so it goes. That I deal with plants (vines) all day long, the perps needed to replicate that activity at my own residence it would seem.
08-04-2013
My latest CD fix has kept me housebound for the most part this weekend; along with ripping them into FLAC files. The perps like me to have back ups out of sync with the source directories, and adding to my music library will surely accomplish that. A Synology back up NAS would be nice, though I don't think I can afford it. If Windows had an intelligible back up management I wouldn't have to comtemplate another computer. I find it amazing that a commercial enterprise like Synology can make a significant business out of what Microsoft refuses to address, at least for this Win7 Home Premium OS.
Another fixation that is taking up more time, is the hair plucking. Now not only chest and neck hairs, but a new plucking "front" is my cheeks where hair started a few years ago. Most often then there is a black colored filamentous maser emanating from the just-plucked facial hair, that lifts off and parallels and follows the tweezers until I drop the hair into the sink. More often, the hair somehow sticks to my fingers or the tweezers so it can re-arrive in the proximity of the next plucking location, or else re-arrives via teleportation.
A likely related activity to above mentioned cheek hair plucking is the ongoing molar sensitivity, now into a third month. I saw the specialist and even had a CT scan, but no firm diagnosis. The sore tooth causes me to chew most of my food on my R side, which by "coincidence" is where the majority of the cheek hairs are, and of course, get plucked with accompanying maser beam.
Reading is another home-bound activity of late: I read about Charles Fort and his cataloging of the paranormal and extra-conventional events like raining of frogs or blood, and his thumbing his nose to the scientists of the day. He gives good cause to doubt everything in the historical human experience, including geology. Another read is Hugh Everett III, the man who developed the "many worlds" concept, which I suspect is a significant component of perp research. It relates to quantum theory, and its premise that it is a quantum world (not a classical physics world), and that there are multiple universes to reflect quantum interactions. Almost at the edge of my comprehension, but an interesting read that the perps put on for me, presumably to better understand their nonconsensual human research agenda.
Anyhow, time to send this to be posted for the week, even if I get an extra unpaid day off tomorrow.
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