Clutch Play

11-27-2017
Back to gratuitous mention games, as in dropping specific words that happen to be topical, when the perpetrating party should have no idea of such. Or aka, managed coincidences. To wit, I had the clutch in my vehicle replaced, and they finished it early, so my fickle friend drove me to the shop and I paid for it, and it drove my just-repaired vehicle up to Kelowna for my radiotherapy treatment visit today. I had to do a lot of prior online research on clutches to get the one that wasn't ridiculously expensive, nor a cheapie. I expressly wanted to avoid the latter, as this vehicle has had two clutches in 118k km, and they shouldn't wear that fast. (My perp abetting parents owned the vehicle until Jan. 2017). Needless to say, between researching, obtaining, and finally getting the repair finished this morning, the term "clutch" (as in driveline vehicle part, not the woman's purse thing), has been germane for at least three weeks.

And so today at the radiotherapy waiting room, this logger guy was holding forth, and a guy opposite him was detailing his woes about his chainsaw and that it bogged down under load. The logger then started into attempting to figure the problem out; "does it have a clutch on the drive shaft?". The perps now wipe me out so I don't notice these "name droppings" at the time, and only let me in on it later in the day. No doubt this one still has some legs, but I hope it isn't the new drive line clutch that begets more mention.

And the above mentioned logger guy kept banging on the arm rest of the sofa we occupied, and of course, the vibration transmits over to me. Normally I avoid shared public furniture for that very reason. Now in the sixth and last week of M-F radiotherapy, they finally herded me onto this particular seat. Its the same at concert venues, aircraft and like shared seat situations; some asshole starts up the seat banging in order to have the vibrations transmit to me. Said logger guy also did his best to do some arm waving in my peripheral vision; we did that at least twice before in the past two weeks, though not with him. Why does this insane shit go on relentlessly now for 15 years?

I feel fatter than ever today; the radiotherapy has already puffed me up by 15lb, and that was last week. Given the past transgressions of clinical criminality of giving me dopamine blocking medications which puffed me up 30lb, I suspect the gamma radiation of the radiotherapy is depleting my dopamine in and around my prostate. This is a focused beam, aka, conformal external beam radiotherapy, and is aimed at my prostate by way of a prior CT scan that determines its precise location each visit, with a little extra outside tolerance. So... it is clear to me that this whole radiotherapy is all about depleting my dopamine, this time in a very specific location. (Dopamine is a hormone, and not just a neurotransmitter in the central nervous system). Haven't we done this shit before? Yes; 5 months of illegal incarceration in 2003 to give me dopamine agonists that beat the hell out of me. And IMHO this whole prostate cancer would of never happened had I been allowed my very effective dopamine agonist medication, as dopamine mediates the immune system, one of its many hormonal effects. And it simply isn't enough to be dopamine deficient all one's life, and be ADD and dysthymic. Then they jump on the victim, harass the living shit out of him, and then deplete yet more dopamine, all the way to radiotherapy.

Yoga tonight; the usual high turnover where there is 80% turnover each visit. They put on two dudes, one of them going shirtless halfway through. Neither seemed to be much into yoga, and ditto for most of the class. I ended up in front of the instructor, as my usual two locations were taken up, even if I got there early. The dude behind me needed to hover all around me after class, at the pinch point where the coat rack  and the couch to sit down and put my boots on. Been there, had it done to me.

Though arriving at yoga seemed to be a big deal for the perps; the former instructor walked out as I walked in without so much as a hello or a glance, aka the pretend-not-to-know-me gambit. The current instructor, young and easy to look at, then glided into my peripheral vision and said hello, with a smile. Normally she is at the front desk and says hello, as I would see her when I enter and approach the desk to sign in. For some reason the perps had me initially freaked out by her entering my visual field, and blanked me out for a second or two as to who she was. I don't ever make those mistakes; once I see someone I don't ever forget them, especially a yoga instructor whom I see all class, now for at least six classes. I just don't appreciate in any way having my recognition fucked with, and nor do I appreciate being planted with inappropriate reactions.

11-28-2017
Another radiotherapy treatment trip today, now the 4th to last. Owing to "hygeine" apparently, they removed all the magazines and the jig saw puzzle which I never bothered with. So... I was suddenly bereft of reading material for my 40 min. wait, and there was always something interesting. And to add to the waiting room blues, the usual radiotherapy machine was unexpectedly down, so the appointment was about 10 min. late. And then to add to the drama, so to speak, the guy next to me screwed off with my clothes in the standard issue plastic bag. They were there at my feet, and his were on the couch beside him, and "somehow" he made a mistake. Anyhow, the RT technician retrieved them shortly, while the E. Indian woman RT technician began to set me up in in the adjacent (to the usual) room. This one was a mirror image of the usual radiotherapy room I have been treated in for the past five weeks. No big deal, and the RT machine was the same, just that its paneling was a blue-green, instead of grey.

Anyhow, I got done, changed, and then on the way out the clusterfucking began; first at the doors with an elder dude on a walker and attendant, who then dithered and then stalked still outside, which by then, I had sufficient room to walk around them and walk through the parking lot instead of the sidewalk. By the time I got to my vehicle, it was a four vehicle clusterfuck, keeping me in place, and then when I was about to exit, it became a six vehicle clusterfuck in this too small parking lot. Then the elder duckie's attendant backed out, and then the duckie on his walker did a protracted vehicle entrance, having to put the walker away in the trunk as well. Why they didn't make use of the roundabout at the rotunda entrance to the cancer clinic I have no idea. A major vehicle pod around me in getting out of Kelowna as well, all at 1240h on a week day for crissakes. The traffic was traveling at a good clip, but even at that, the elder duckie and his attendant somehow kept immediately in front of me for another 15km. This pair covered me at the entrance doors in the cancer center, in the parking lot with their unnecessarily extended vehicle egress, and then when in their Volvo, from the parking lot through 6 blocks of traffic to the highway for 15km. Not bad, it could of been for further.

On the vehicular stalking show, platform tow trucks seem to be playing big; I must of seen at least 10 en route today. (I won't count the ATV in the back of the pickup truck, but there is always two or three of those).

Later, when back in Penticton, the "need" came on to get a salon tan, and lo, there was major traffic trains in place for that. Then the loafers in the waiting area, and another woman (blonde) walking at me and then cutting to my R side in the classic perp stalker move. Even more vehicle trains when headed back to my place. Somehow, I forgot to take my phone, and lo, there was a message from my fickle friend that our former employer had sold his winery to a major player in the Okanagan Valley. As to what was all important to the perps in all of that, I have no idea. I suspect the above mentioned change in the radiotherapy treatment room just might of got them started.

And what is with the older blondes of late? Mid-40's to 60 y.o., shorter hair, no longer than shoulder length, and sometimes deliberately standing around for no reason. Hair is "roughed up", shredded, or whatever the term is for loosely arranged straight hair, but not in uniform cascades. I have been getting more of them at yoga of late, and also at the cancer center waiting room. Yesterday, after finishing my gamma ray treatment, dressed and heading out, (prime gangstalk moment) one was standing in the hallway looking away, leaning on something, and seeming waiting for someone. Not dressed as a patient, but someone who might be helping one, but the waiting room was only 10' away with plenty of seats, so why stand in the hallway? I was looking at her, though there wasn't much to see with her puffy red down coat on, and just then she turned her head to catch my eye. I kept on walking, not wanting to make any further contact. So what was the point of that? To provide me some kind of older blonde visual bait, at the soonest moment of post-irradiative treatment? Had she been in the waiting room there wouldn't of been any likely visual contact, and certainly not from 3' away. There does seem be an older/elder blonde woman show going on of late, though I am hardly looking for anyone. Perhaps the perps are extrapolating my attraction to younger blondes to older ones. I don't know, or care; just leave me alone.

Ditto for yoga last night; the older blonde with the short shredded hair next to me, and her gorgeous daughter one mat removed. Another family gangstalk event it would seem.

And speaking of blondes; the RT technician who sorted out the swapped clothing bags for me was blonde, and young too. Stocky, and not the quintessential model frame, but genuinely pleasant, a rarity. And big on touches too, not just the usual prodding and positioning while I am on the table, getting positioned with the lasers.

11-29-2017
... radio therapy, ... doctor visit, waiting room ... ambulance chasing... A real one today, with lights flashing on the highway etc. not just the ones cruising around for no seeming reason. Sometimes they follow or lead me to the hospital from 10 miles or more.

For some reason I ended up at LD in mid-day, when normally I go in the evening. The place is becoming a total gangstalking show. And worse yet, they set me up for a total gangstalking skunk. Not only were the two checkouts plugged up, and no end of Fuckwits in pretend shopping mode, but they posted Fuckwits at each of the four shelf locations I wanted to go. Once I saw the crowd at the checkouts, I dumped my intended chocolate purchase and split. Not only extra vehicles, extra aircraft coverage, even a co-worker "chance" meeting in the parking lot. Another fuckwit standing at his Volvo wagon outside with the door open, and a cold wind outside, and not even smoking, the usual excuse for looking stupid while loitering, other than vagrants and doddering duckies. This post-radio therapy treatment return outing in Penticton is highly stalked as I have come to experience over the past five weeks.

11-30-2017
Thursday, and the penultimate radiotherapy treatment today. The waiting room was relatively unpopulated, and perhaps it was the higher elevation snow that deterred out of town patients. It was rainy for most of my journey, though not seriously so. Though, I didn't get into treatment any earlier. It was the two dudes show, the radiotherapy technicians who get to move me into position and line up my markers they tattooed on me back in September. One new to me today, hanging back in the room when I entered with the one that I knew. They seem to like to bring on the Unfavoreds in this furtive manner for some reason.

I got the hallway ditherer buzzing around me when dressed in my togs and ready; the doddering geriatrics are the best excuse for loitering Fuckwits after vagrants. This geriatric stalker was on me when I wanted to exit the waiting room to get loaded up on water (full bladder is a requirement), then again when at the water cooler down the hall. There she asked me about where to pick up the bus. Like WTF; I don't take the bus so how would I know? Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed with my water intake and where I get it from, and what vessels, pipes, filters etc. that it has passed through. And one cannot trust anyone in these circumstances of being stalked and harassed all the time.

And for once they cleared the hallway once my treatment was over and I got to walk at my normal comparative (this is a hospital) fast pace. Absolutely no one stepping in my way, though a few "crossovers", (crossing my path), one being yesterday's medical assistant who got to ask all those questions before the doctor came in the room (and pretended not to know me).

But the perps weren't done yet, as they pulled a two lane closure on the Kelowna (Bennett) bridge S bound, when I was home bound. Only the R most lane was available, and I had to move over two lanes as there aren't any prior overhead lane indicators. And it was the most ridiculous set up of a "traffic accident"; one grey min-van and six (yes) black vehicles were parked up against the barrier, 1' or so apart, and no sign of any collision, not even road debris. And the ambulance, (remember them, driving up and down every day nearly for five weeks), was in the center lane, and the traffic control people were out too. Plenty of flashing white, red and yellow lights of course. As I drove by, one elder male with white flowing locks was being ushered into the ambulance on my side, the putative patient was mobile and on his feet. And the attendant fireman (fire truck in front, blocking both lanes) turned his head to look at me while I drove by. Like WTF; attend to your job, and why single me out with no end of vehicles slowly streaming past. One of the six black vehicles, (all the black vehicles were in a contiguous line, and the one grey colored van at the E end), was a black Suburban with full tinted windows, not unlike the one that would cruise around me four years ago. I have been through so many faked vehicle accidents I have given up counting, though I haven't seen a larger one like this for a few years.

But the perps weren't done yet; two minutes later a Fuckwit pulls and no-notice lane change in my face just to piss me off, just as I was accelerating in the L most lane, and then the truck in front of him drives within 1" of the concrete barrier so he could throw up sand and grit that was there in the lane median next to the concrete barrier. How fucking stupid was that? He could of flipped the thing, he was that close. I need to get a dash cam to record the vehicular stupidity outbreaks, though with my usual (enforced) bad luck, the only time they would put on stunts would be when it wasn't working.

Then as I cruised through my last traffic light of my 80km trip, the perps put on a real accident. A woman in a black vehicle shot out from the fuel station into the path of a oncoming white vehicle, and they contacted front bumpers. She stopped broadside to the traffic to then hold up it more, but eventually they both crossed the road in front and pulled over so I could drive past them and witness some real, but minor, vehicle damage.

And what is it with black and white vehicles of late? Six black vehicles were clustered around me when setting off yesterday to keep me stuck behind a redi-mix truck, a long standing perp prop. Today, it was four black vehicles while I was kept behind an tractor trailer at the same location. Yesterday, a strange driving behavior was on show, where the Fuckwit would change lanes at each curve in the road, this at 100km/hour, when there was no other traffic an the lanes were plenty wide and the curves were gentle enough to keep one's speed up. I have never seen anything like this before; normally if someone gets "afraid" of a bend, they put on their brakes instead of crossing over to the next lane, and the weather wasn't a factor either.

Red and white vehicles are also common, arranged together in a single visual field. And then they add in Alberta vehicles with their white and red lettered license plates.

My local fickle friend was hanging out at the mall waiting for his car to be fixed and wanted company, so I obliged with a rendezvous at Starbucks there. Another post-treatment outing as it turned out, and what a holy vehicular gangstalking it was. While at Starbucks I also got to see the construction babe from last year's job site, as she "happened" to be on her way out. We chatted briefly, which is kind of like what it was last year at this very same location; I was headed out and she had just arrived. No time for an extended chat in either instance, but what a coincidence, the only two times I have been to that particular Starbucks, and she flits in or out.

So there I was in a public busy area for about 1.5 hours as no end of customers happened to be passing by, and the close-in backpack sweep didn't go unnoticed either. Even my former boss' wife stopped by without so much as a hello. Another pretend-not-to-know me stalker was the green and black haired woman, a cashier at SOF, whom I connected with at least twice (over ADD), who stood 3' away and didn't bother to look up from her smart phone.

12-01-2017
Friday, and my last day of radiotherapy, now six weeks of driving to Kelowna each day is over. I see they had all the plastic bins, possibly for laundry, lining the hallway on my way in, constricting hallway width by 3'. The waiting room crowd was much diminished, only one other. But I do find it curious as to the number of passing Fuckwits that need to stare in while looking back, or stop and look in for nothing, as they are on their way out, post treatment. (I recognized the patients doing this).

Just when I thought I saw the end of Ms. Cne last week, the purposely unpleasant radiotherapy technician of two weeks ago, who only attended me one time, she just "happened" to cruising the hallway oncoming on my last 30' before the doorway of my last radiotherapy session. I didn't bother to glance at her as I knew she would be in her grim countenance state. After her back-and-forth hallway strut of two weeks ago when she put on the grimace for me, she also "happened" to be doing her heading away hallway strut last week as I was signing in one morning, and as soon as I formulated an internal "who cares" thought, a thump noise came from somewhere. Back to thought stalking, or at least, being aware of it. She is attractive somewhat, and I do find her hair especially interesting, but beyond that I have no interest, and yet she plays this unpleasant card. The generalized term for her would be "bitch", but my benchmark for that term is higher than most, so I don't use it as I really had no major interaction with her, apart from a one-time event on the radio-treatment bed and for some reason, she had to apply a solution to my freckle sized positioning tattoo in the middle. Needless to say, the perps played her in mind all the way back, some 50 minutes of driving.

Immigration and the attendant over promotion on CBC and in the media all over; I don't get it as this piece, Immigration Is Destruction articulates. And the civil authorities bend over backwards to "accommodate" the excesses of the perpetrators. Here is the report on what happened in Rotherham in the UK:

The scale of the abuse was horrendous, the violence harrowing... The key fact about this brutal crime wave was that almost all the predators were men of Pakistani and Kashmiri origin, while the majority of their victims were white.
That is precisely why the abuse went on so long and the terrible suffering of the girls was ignored. The authorities in Rotherham failed to act because the race-fixated dogma of anti-discrimination meant that they had completely lost their moral bearings and every last vestige of compassion

I am not the first to mention this, but it seems that these targeted rapes (e.g. Rotherham) that this whole government promoted multiculturalism is nothing but a takedown of the West. Hasn't anyone figured out the irony of the African migrants flooding into Europe in droves of late, (though having paid for passage), so they can get away from their own kind and their own behaviors? And somehow they expect it to be different? Meanwhile the do-gooders and the do-nothings prevaricate and equivocate. Di-worse-ity, and still the media saps spout this rubbish that serves their masters.

Mexico City was the most "diverse" city in the world in 1650, per "1493" by Charles Mann) and look at them now. The violence and corruption is rife, and the place is an armed camp. And they still cannot literally get their shit together, as the extensive barrios don't have a sewer system, so fecal dust is flying all over the place in the summer when the weather systems keep it in the basin where Mexico City sits.

12-03-2017
More troving on Jasun Horsley's Auticulture.com, and listening to the podcasts with Ann Diamond, (parts 1,3 and parts 3,4) a Montreal native in the 1950-50's, and an MKULTRA experimentee, though seemingly she didn't suffer too much and had parents who took a responsible role once they began to notice some peculiarities. She and her brother were twins, always of significant interest to nonconsensual human experimenters, and as far as I could tell, weren't long term patients. Later, she hung out with Leonard Cohen off and on and has some interesting observations to offer on him. Interestingly, he also seems to be an MKULTRA victim, as mentioned to friends and associates of that time and place. Ann Diamond also confirms what I learned from Carol Rutz' book, A Nation Betrayed; that the criminal clinician Dr Ewan Cameron, at the CIA's behest, was working on children. The public version (first known in 1974, but not in Western Canada as I can personally attest), was that he was working on "disturbed" adults, or late age teenagers, some of whom didn't have psychiatric issues. But somehow, the net was in place among clinician, and the ideal patients/victims got scooped for his "treatment". "In the Sleep Room", and "I Swear by Apollo" are two books about this CIA sponsored Canadian infamy that fail to mention that children were part if this Machiavellian nightmare that had the knowledge of the highest in the land at the time.

I also learned from Ann Diamond's ("My Cold War") podcast on Auticulture, that McGill Unviversity in Montreal, or more accurately, the Allen Memorial Institute, threw out all the patient/victim records. So much for finding out if I was there for the duration I lived in Montreal, aged 2-5, 1956-59.  I did write them once about eight years ago, and all I got was that there was no record of me. Of course they didn't say that they threw out all the records of this CIA sponsored infamy in about 1970, before it went public. It shows just how thin the veneer of civilization is, when they "need" to throw out the medical records of patient/victims over 10 years in one big purge. (The CIA did this too for all MKULTRA records. Another CIA "scoop" is The Strange Story of Sally Hartman). And to date, despite the current high drama of the politicians over aboriginal abuses in residential schools, and now the deemed LBGT abuses, (the PM shedding tears in Parliament for crissakes, he being a "B" or a "Q" IMHO) they still haven't addressed the outrageous abuses of the Duplessis orphans, (the supply of children for these medical atrocities), or those of the MKULTRA in Canada. No wonder the Duplessis Orphans have taken the Canadian government to the UN Court a hearing over these abuses. (For graphic eye  witness details of these atrocities see Silvio Day's account at the link). Let's see if our self-declared "caring and sharing" PM can summon the gumption to deal with this one, though I doubt it, as he must be reporting to someone who has been keeping the lid on, just as the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) has.

Anyhow, I have only begun troving through Auticulture.com, and it is worth a read/listen for those who have come to their own determination that nothing is what it seems. He is from the UK, now living in Canada, and has a childhood cultural prop kicked out from under him, specifically, the children's TV program host, Sir Jimmy Savile. From what I can tell, he was an extreme pedophile, with abettors at the highest level in the UK, and Europe to some extent. And he gets knighted, ("Sir") for his charity work; surely the Royal advisors must of known this, as it went on for so long, and was so prevalent. Which casts deep aspersions as to what the Royal Family is all about, and who they really serve.

Besides cigpapers, Aangirafan and Mother of Darkness have provided some interesting reading of late. One has to wonder if pedophilia isn't prerequisite for high office, Pizzagate being another example. Its dark down this rabbit hole, and I exist in only one corner of it.

Another Just-Happened Traffic Accident

10-04-2016

Not, not traffic accident that I was involved thankfully. But we have already done this one, read, Car Crash of the Fat People posting. This time it was another Unfavored demographic group as  the vehicle occupants, negroes being featured. (Rare here). Three of them standing on the adjacent traffic island with their vehicle with the front end smashed up in mid-intersection. Somehow their vehicle didn't make the L hand turn off Highway 97 (Green Ave crossing) and smashed into something else, though I did not see what it was. I was held up at the traffic same traffic control with enough time to see one of the negroes flipping his dreads L and R in some kind of animated head movements. The police arrived behind me and put on their (de rigeur) flashing red and blue lights, and I managed  to get through with minimum delay. Funny how these just-happened accidents "happen" to Unfavored demographic groups.

All of the above was preceded with heavy vehicular gangstalking, especially at every turn.

10-05-2016
A call from in-town (Victoria) brother at 0030h. The news was that our father died some 60 minutes earlier. And before any readers go sentimental over such, please be apprised that living in the First Feral Family means that all of them are quislings, and now one less. He has been in a care home for the past seven years, and with Alzheimers. He didn't have a clue who I was for most of those years. I didn't think the perps would terminate him for all the abetting he has done on their behalf for all of my 62 years. But as they have been grinding down his cognitive faculties, for at least the past 15 years, I suppose his run is done, and the thankless perps have mercifully taken him away. As if his First Feral Family treachery wasn't enough to swallow, my indifference runs deeper, read on. (Unconventional proviso; assuming this whole deal  hasn't been spoofed).

Getting slapped in the face by him countless times, very often in evening home tutoring situations when I "just didn't get it", (arithmetic then), aged 9 thru 12, put a decided chill on any kind of parental bond. (Though he wasn't alone in this department). In my teens I came to reject his obsessive, ossified and unrealistic perspectives, one by one, hence more emotional disassociation. He always figured I should  be a medical doctor even if  my grades started going down after age 12, the curse of learning disabilities with my ADD-Inattentive subtype. (Not that any remotely clinical cause was ever suspected by him or my mother). When I came  to later understand the whole of pre-med studies culture, the compassion component, and the rarefied smarts it took to get admitted to medical school, it just astounded me. And it still does; how could any parent be so totally out of it as to the glaring discrepancy between my mediocre abilities (and grades) and the decidedly accomplished level it takes to get to medical school?  Well, he was totally clued out, and as well, caught up in his own obsessive loop without room for any reality validation. Add in later obsessive and low-reality based advice I received over the following decades, and he was very much on my "auto reject" information filter.

Anyhow, his accomplishments were there in his earlier years; a wonderful figure and watercolor painting artist, though he largely gave this up by 1970 for reasons I have yet to understand. (And if fact, the best times I had with him were when aged 4 to 8, drawing and painting with him). In a rough Welsh coal mining  town he won a scholarships all the way to Cambridge University, UK. He was a RAF navigator on Lancaster bombers in WWII (Squadron 166 for war buffs) who won a George Medal for his heroics that brought a crippled aircraft back to safety. Then a PhD in Geology from McGill, Montreal, the beginnings of the "lost years" the perps laid on me, and I am still trying  to find out where I was and what was done to me. He did original geological exploration in the Sukunka region of British Columbia, that later became centered by the Tumbler Ridge community for coal mining. His geological work was for the BC government, and his survey treatise with accompanying maps was accepted into the BC Provincial Archives.

After he tired of government work, he went consulting on coal exploration, though I sense that he didn't work well in a collaborative environment, that is, engaging with others. He then worked claims on his own and that proved to be of sufficient worth which paved his retirement to a comfortable level. All his $40k/year fees and expenses of the care home never came from his capital. Anyhow, the whole deal is over for him, and living in the "cognitive-gone" land wasn't any kind of quality of life. I hope to never repeat that experience, not that I have near the cash to do so.

One interesting vignette related to him and what I now know as the "lost years" aged 2 to 5. About 20 years ago when I was near mid-forty, he mentioned that he taught me Gaelic, his native born language in S.Wales. I was totally flummoxed then as to why I had no clue as to why I could not even recall his language instruction/interaction, let alone any of the language. Well, this must of been during the "lost years", aged 2 to 5 y.o. as I since came to know them when the perps let me in on this component of this despicable travesty in 2004.

10-06-2016
A day at the winery; one of the mainstay co-workers has gone into a terse grumpy state, and doesn't fail to mention my failings, the odd time I get stiffed with forced "forgets". Fucking tiresome to say the least, and haven't we done this before in the long past?

10-07-2016
At the winery job I wasn't kept as scrambled and forgetful as yesterday that goodness. Perhaps this was faux (planted) "reaction" to my father's aforementioned demise. Believe me, I wasn't thinking about it very much, and if the notion was planted, it passed by quick and without any emotional registry. The perps had me in mortal fear of doing work there of late, because so much new was coming at me, and much of it inconsistent at times. Today, more training and patient instruction. Wonders never cease, good and bad.

10-09-2016
Sunday on on this Thanksgiving weekend.

Studying alternate cancer treatments; Gaston Naessens developed 714-X cancer treatment in combination with his somatid theory and extra powerful microscope and got hauled into court in Quebec in 1989, and won handily. (Read "The Trial and Persecution of Gaston Naessens" by Christopher Bird). This anti-cancer treatment is available in Canada but one has to get it under a special permission on "compassionate grounds" when all other treatments fail. (You know, cut, burn, poison and otherwise hammer the piss out of one's immune system). BUT, the manufacturers of 714-X state that it is best used in early cancer diagnoses (that would be me, prostate cancer as of 06-2016). Like WTF; can we say government sponsored atrocity, one cancer patient at a time? What am I supposed to do? Depart from Canada and go to Mexico for a Canadian developed and manufactured anti-cancer treatment program. Guess so. It just pisses me off that the intense political machinations over getting cancer treatments are in my face, but of course this has been going on for 60 years or more.

Anyhow, I work tomorrow and so I should be posting this for the week.

Two Employer Shuffle

06-13-2016
That is, two employers in one day of work. I was seconded to an alternate employer for the last three days, and still there today until 1030h, when the primary employer called and wanted me back to attend to some vineyard trellis work. As the work site was nearby, it wasn't a big deal. This might seem like a "so what" to most folks, but for the Psychopaths who run/ruin my existence, (not called a life anymore), it is a big deal. As to why or for what means, I have no idea. Regular readers will know, as may other TI's, the Psychopaths (aka perps, too cute of a name for what they do), are besotted with all concepts of employment in all its facets, from who, what gender, what location, remuneration, work tasks, employment cessation (seasonal work), work longevity etc. Just think of all the concepts and parameters of having work, and the perps are manipulating it somewhere for some strange end.

And when transiting between employers, of course the vehicular gangstalking was out on this very remote road, even leading ahead of me and making the same peculiar R turn at a fork as I had to, and lo, if they only went 200m and then pulled into a parking area and turned around. No sane mission would of caused anyone to not only coincide (har, har) to lead me on this remote road, but also to turnaround for no seeming reason. Vehicular gangstalking doesn't get any more obvious than that.

Then on the way home, past the regular employer's vineyard, why, they put on a vehicular accident with the fire truck out and attendant flashing lights and single lane alternating traffic controlled by said fireman in the capacity of traffic control techs. And all this some 100m N of where I and my work colleague were on traffic control duty some five days ago. Another designed coincidence IMHO. And seemingly, this wasn't a faked accident, as there were some debris on the road, though I did not see a second vehicle. [The linked story indicates three vehicles collided].

06-14-2016
On-off rain, as it has been for the last 5 days, save one. But more often, big dark clouds gather, threaten rain, and then skirt by without unloading. The threat of rain seems to be much of a perp objective as the real thing. Or is it the change in sky colors, from light grey to deep grey? Plenty of past harassment experience suggests that, but in reality I have no idea, and I don't care. Just leave me the fuck alone and I will do fine, even with the latest clinical insult (see prior posting).

06-15-2016
The perps are on the rag tonight; at least 10 screamings at the assholes. Pulling items from my hand, creating extra kitchen mess, fucking with the on switch for this LCD display, etc. and as a background, planting notions about the prostate cancer imposition they laid on me a week ago.

It was bad enough pushing a rope over the dopamine (and iron) deficiency problem for the last six months, and now they laid on a new one, "prostate cancer". Worse yet, the "good doctor" wants me off testosterone when it is prostate protective. On the other hand, she prescribes something to help my immune system. On the phone last week she said, "together we can beat this (prostate cancer)". Some chance of that. BUT interestingly enough, she did suggest an iron transfusion as I don't absorb it much from my diet or supplements. Though, she has yet to call me back to set up an appointment. How "together" is that? Baited and then jerked with, that is all I know from any clinical so-called "professional", save the urologist, an unmitigated jerk. The dentist is excepted though.

Some 211 page views of last week's posting, far exceeding the usual 20 to 40. Now back to 20 or so a day later. No comments. So what is the attraction or is it all spoofed?

06-16-2016
More sixes and numeric alliteration in the date. Exciting times for sickos.

I got hit with a two hour nap attack this evening. Talk about punching a hole in my free time, as I worked all day on warehouse and then vineyard work. I count the nap attack as two hours as it took 30 minutes to get from awake (while horizontal) to out the bed and vertical, as in being mobile. Prior to these nap attacks and all the rest of the abuse since 04-2002, I never had any problem getting out of bed. Not only do I now get hit with nap attacks, but also get hammered so hard it takes 30 minutes to arise. Even while on my feet, post-nap, I didn't feel too energetic, and some two hours later, I still feel woozy. I did some shopping afterward, so no doubt a heavy two hour nap attack was the preliminary "warm up". As always, I did not need the sleep. And too, my financial transactions are of intense interest, from coin machines to sending checks in the mail to paying cash or by debit card. Just to think the assholes have been hounding me over this in covert mode for 47 years before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002.

To the "good doctor's" credit, per above, I am now scheduled for a iron IV in the coming weeks, following my polite email prompt. Also on the medical front, I am scheduled for a bone density scan in two weeks. From what I understand, one imbibes a radioactive solution which is taken up over the next few hours, and then one is scanned. No doubt this serves the Greater Fuckery, aka, the perp's agenda in some fashion. It wouldn't be the first time I have been scanned for some kind of clinical intrigue. I had a MRI in Seattle back in 2001, and still don't know quite what it was for. Later, I initiated a SPECT scan which settled the ongoing hassle about getting treated for ADD, which later became my trump card to the train of mendacious clinical atrocities and that followed. The theme of which was, "I am dopamine deficient, (per SPECT scan) so why are you giving me a dopamine agonist to make me worse?" Before 04-2002 little did I know that my dopamine is of intense research interest to some sick minded human nonconsensual human research agenda where they won't declare themselves, but run and ruin one me from the shadows. Imagine how many others could be naive subjects.

06-18-2016
Saturday, and a very laid back one too, though I did get my laundry done at the laundromat. And suffer some outrageous driving; the ubiquitous fat tire truck (tandems on a pick up truck), "needed" to cut in front of me when there was all manner of traffic ahead. Meaning that it was a totally pointless move as he couldn't get past the traffic and go as fast as he would of liked. An all black pickup truck that was raised some, as well as having flat black rims all round.

And to add insult to injury, the perps hit me with a four hour nap attack last night. Which means nothing of substance got done after dinner. I woke up at 2300h, did my normal pre-bedtime routine and then went back to bed. As usual, I was not running a sleep deficit to warrant such a colossal amount of extra sleep.

The perps are busy stoking the metastasized cancer rumor they have planted on me, all to increase the FUD over the prostate cancer they gave me, per June 7 biopsy results. That is, plenty of aches and sensations from my pelvic and lower back regions, just where such a cancer would start metastasizing. I get a bone density scan in two weeks and a CT scan in another two weeks, so I won't know until then.

Reading prostate cancer treatments for the past 3 hours; I got interested in the proton beam therapy, but later find out that it would be $200,000 for uninsured patients. That is a whole lot of cash, and no such facility in Canada anyhow. I still haven't got past the "let it rip" (eat meat) notion yet as it would serve the purpose of bailing out on this abuse-athon I live in.

06-19-2016
Sunday, and a day of work to finish the tucking in the vineyard. Tomorrow, and the rest of the week, I will be on the bottling line. Good to have the vineyard complete, given that it is a changing work-scape.

No day in the vineyard would be complete without getting the stinging eye treatment at the end of the day, this time a 9 hour work day. I have had this particular abuse all six working days of the past 7. And nearly always timed for the work's end, be it a 8 or 9 hour day. And coming on all the more while driving home, making for a one-eyed trip

Ditto for the HD and other motorcycle noise. About every four minutes they put on a motorcycle of some kind. I even got an oncoming phalanx of six of them, all with the classic near vertical windshields (or is that a police motorcycle style?) at 0650h on my way to work this am. Being a Sunday, I thought it was way over the top that all these "pals" could get it together and do a drive by gangstalking. Anyhow, if it isn't a motorcycle noise, it is a bad muffler car, another obnoxious noise. And too, the noise trail is modified so the loud motorcycle is heard for many minutes, and doesn't diminish normally.

I spoke with my perp-abetting mother on the phone tonight; she didn't seem too surprised that I had prostate cancer. No actress she, and it showed. She tried to sound interested, and spoke of the possible treatments, but it seems the whole deal was pre-arranged. Such are the dealing with the First Feral Family

Anyhow, enough said, and onto a new week.

Doddering & Ditzing Show

01-04-2016
Back to everyday reality, that is gangstalk reality, now that the so-called "holiday season" is over. (As in holiday from what? The gangstalking is intense here in the Gangstalk Capital of Canada, Victoria, BC).

And my perp-abetting mother was full measure for amping up the idiot show; the doddering, ditzing and otherwise dip-shitting was on. Another trick is her finger fumbling, especially when finishing up an transaction, making out that she cannot put bills back in her scarlet purse that fits in a matching scarlet handbag. This stunt show was best demonstrated  when I drove her to the doctor's office and then hung out at the re-furbished Hillside Mall in the meantime. And of course, a forced piss while there, at least 10 on the morning and I had no prior coffee or tea.

Then another forced piss at the next mall where the supermarket is; all these shiftless dudes doing the "do-squat shop"; just hanging there looking a the merchandise for extended looking. One skinheaded Chinese Fuckwit, as tall as I am (5'11") came straight at me within 12" and just when I asked what the fuck he was doing he laughed. Don't they do "excuse me" in China? And I don't want to go there to find out as former neighbors traveled there, twice in fact, and reported on the incessant air pollution and the garbage flying around. No thanks; I get enough of the latter here, and not by coincidence.

While at this same supermarket, it was "Camo Duckie" as the most persistent and ridiculous Fuckwit gangstalker. White haired and in a camo colored jacket; absurd. But as this town seems to be taking a turn for the worse in weirdness, including the elder-stalkers, it should not surprise me. And before we entered the supermarket, while pushing the shopping basket I was held up by a five way ambulatory cluster fuck in front of me where everyone seemed to stop for everyone else. One of them, an Asian, was standing in one foot in front of a brick pillar not even looking at the outside produce. (And might of been the same Fuckwit mentioned above who came straight at me. I say "might" because I am not always allowed to recognize faces anymore; even passing Fuckwits would never be forgotten and now it "happens"). Said pillar staring Fuckwit pulls back from the pillar just as I was entering the doorway and looks at me, and just then I realized he wasn't looking at any produce but doing a total "just stand there" and I looked at him like he was totally nuts. Which he would of been in conventional non-orchestrated circumstances.

Once inside I told my mother to get the spinach for salad material, next to the mushrooms, Camo Duckie immediately moved in beside her to get the adjacent mushrooms. And lo, if he didn't fumble around for an extended duration while my perp-abetting mother ditzed around, and lo, if she didn't need mushrooms too for yet more side-by-side time with Camo Duckie. And what is it about decision making and taking advice that is so important to the perps? They can't crawl up my asshole far enough in these circumstances, and surely they have fucked other victims in these same situations.

I finally got out out on my own and got a tan in at the salon that ripped me off last year for a two year pass that just plain disappeared on their system in less than a year. But they have my particulars and the rest of the intake details and that makes it easier. And they didn't ask about selling me for a pass again to remind me, but instead offered the drop-in rate. It was my old neighborhood when I lived here until the end of 2011, and I also got shopping done for my daughter's Christmas presents. That is because she was away over Christmas in this ever changing musical chairs game when some folks just need to leave town when I arrive. Not just my daughter, but my brother split for Thailand on Christmas day, and won't be back before I am gone.

I put in 16' of house wire to get a light fixture an in unlit corner of the crawlspace. I have some 200 hours of house wiring experience (and a prior evening course) from past houses I owned as there was always an upgrade or a renovation going on. That was until 2000 or so, and then I was renting after that, and then the assholes came down on me in 04-2002. And so this would be the first time I have fixed any house wiring since, but one would think I had no experience as I felt like a total retard who had not done it before. Knowledge is supposed to be cumulative, but not in TI World. And of course I did not have my tools here, having flown in, and so what a finger fumble shit show it was to put one connection box, two connections and one light fixture in. And of course the perps cranked up the extra-conventional fuckery, especially in dealing with the wood chips from drilling the joists; they defied two vacuum cleaners, and when finally cleaned up with the broom, why, more wood chips showed up afterwards. I got them cleaned into the dust pan and left it alone for a minute, and lo, more wood chips "showed up" once my back was turned. My perp abetting mother was doing her best to help the perp cause by pounding the floor above in the living room, when she wasn't thumping and banging on things in the adjacent bathroom downstairs. She just had to clean up the garbage can it seemed, aka, gangstalking the victim in the First Feral Family house.

Though in hindsight, on the day, the perps might have been extra excited/active as I got screwed into missing my normal morning routine of having a shower, shaving etc., only dental hygiene was allowed. All due to my mother's early (for her, 0930h) doctor appointment. It just seems the perps go extra nuts when such exceptions are arranged.

01-05-2015
Extra action with Farmworker Friend who arrived a week early to remove vegetation I had dug up in the First Feral Family backyard. I told her to come about Jan. 15 or so when all the digging was done, but no, she suddenly "forgot" and came today. And in keeping with the showering and shaving obstruction, my perp-abetting mother occupied the one bathroom with the shower just as I finished breakfast, artfully (IMHO) blocking it until I was diverted to another activity which ended up being a half hour delay. Once  unclothed and about to have a shower, why, Farmworker Friend arrives 40 minutes late, and so she attended to much of the garden waste hauling while I was engaged in the bathroom. Finally, I got to help her out for an hour, taking the landscape debris to the municipal compost site, but it always seems that shaving and showering disruption is such a big deal for the Psychopathic Confederacy.

Along the street route they had dug up part of the road, and had the laborer standing in the trench doing digging, a common repose for gangstalking road digs. On the way back, why, they were digging on the other side of the road, the same crew, again forcing us into one lane as before. (A four lane major thoroughfare, McKenzie Ave. for locals).  This was the second successive day they had dug up the road in about the same location, at a major bend (direction change, note, a common perp nutzo location).

Again on McKenzie Ave, this time my second trip after dropping off my mother at the old folks home to visit the First Feral Father, the gutless and feckless wretch that surely cast me into this insane hell. Said FFF Father is totally addled with dementia and barely makes it out of sleeping mode during daylight hours.

On the way home the perps arranged one of their faux vehicle accidents/events, again traversing McKenzie Ave. Two police cars, one on the curb, both with red and blue lights flashing and no other vehicles nearby, and nothing smashed up, and no road debris. One yellow-jacketed Police Criminal was speaking with a brown hatted woman, a seeming pedestrian, and then she just plain wandered off, crossing at the crosswalk. This was a traffic controlled intersection and the event disrupted me from making my usual L turn there, from the L turn lane. The perps are that nuts to obstruct me at a frequently used intersection, especially with the flashing red and blue police criminal light show they so often arrange for me.

They pulled this same road works stunt last week on Royal Oak Ave; dug up and one lane alternating E bound when outbound, and 20 minutes later inbound heading W, why they were on the other side of the road by then and alternating traffic flow to the opposite side. That takes coordination IMHO.

01-07-2015
No rest for the TI; a visit to LV Tools, long one of my favorite stores, and the perps know it. Ergo, extra heavy gangstalking and bizareness. Today, the male shorts show was on, coursing in and out of my peripheral vision, the shorts-in-winter thing/look has suddenly erupted here in the Gangstalking Capital of Canada. Plus the excess of male staff members for whatever reason. Add on the discontinued item stunt, all to substitute a less useful model, this for my mother's need (caveat there) over a can opener. I "happened" to purchase one from LV Tools about two years ago, and it is a good one. Hence, the perps need to then pump up the yapping and planting the notion as to how good it is and then today, dash the deal as my mother wanted to get one just like it. But no, a stupid design is the current selling model and it needs two hands to operate. If in doubt, screw it up. And no less, I must open less than 2 cans a year as I rarely buy canned food. But as food packaging of all kinds needs to be tested on this victim, down the energetic qualities of the metal and the plastic lining they now put in cans, the victim "needs", (per perp non-consensual human experimentation and abuse objectives) to be tested for this too. Go fuck yourselves, I don't want canned food.

And a two male gangstalk guard to cover me before and after going to the washroom at LV tools plus a third (woman though) on aisle block duty 8' away,. for both entering and exiting. This after totally screwing me that  the washroom was at the other side of the building when I knew exactly where it was from several past visits. Believe me, I don't forget where washrooms are these days, as I never know when the assholes are going to spring a piss attack.

Others gangstalk detritus was adding fat stalkers, then the babe in the big shiny down quilt car coat didn't miss my attention. Then they added a middle aged and larger woman, not quite the babe, in an identical jacket later, same color too.

Prior victim-prep was to have me shave my legs this morning, allowing me to get up earlier than the usual 0900h for once here at the First Feral Family house. I don't know what the perp's preoccupation is over shaving, and shaving in more places now than I ever did in recent years (since about 2010 or so), but it is all part of their umwelt/harassment-sphere. Something about that teflon rub strip it would seem, though they do go nuts over cut hairs, and too, plucked hairs now.

01-08-2016
Stopped in at the ex-s' daughter's business, per suggestion of the ex when she visited before Christmas. That morphed into a visit in the evening when she and her husband came around as I put one of my coffee tables on offer. (I am clearing out the crawlspace of my stuff as I don't expect my perp abetting mother to be keeping the FFF house for more than a year, but I have been wrong on that one before). So I gave them the coffee table I made in 1988, and kept the one I finished in 2002, post perps invasion. Same broad leaf maple wood interestingly, though from different trees, - both sources of lumber were cut by me from my chain saw milling days.

I then gave them my fishing rods, save one. I made them all from blanks and assembled the cork, guides, etc. My perp-abetting mother had to be there all the time I was speaking with them,- part of "giving away" neural energetics readings the perps seem to need to stalk me over among other things.

01-10-2016
Back from a two day trip to Vancouver to visit my daughter, as she "happened" not to be here over Christmas in Palm Springs. I haven't visited there for at least three decades, and as she lives in the same Kitsalano neighborhood that I did when I attended UBC, why, I suppose it was a big deal for the perps. Not that I recognized it much as there has been so much residential building infill, and the number of tall buildings has probably trebled in the downtown area, including the West End. A drive around Stanley Park, then dinner near Kitsalano Beach overlooking English Bay, and then back to the motel with the First Feral mother. The perps fucked my head as to getting back and sent me over the wrong bridge. That begat a 20 minute drive around Richmond to find my way back, my perp -abetting mother putting on the ditz again, e.g. "lets stop at a gas station and ask", and like dipshit games just like the ex did. I know my way around Vancouver, and some of Richmond, so how would I fuck it up? Besides, I successfully navigated to a PC business in Richmond 5 years ago, with no extra driving around, so how is it that I got so screwed up?

And too, the perps like ferry rides, and it is a 1.8 hour trip to cross from Vancouver Island to Vancouver and adjacent municipalities. And too, my perp-abetting mother gets to put on the ditz all the more.

A winsome young blonde woman sat opposite for the N bound trip, and another woman sat opposite two seats away, though she came and went. The latter woman even got coffee, placed it on the seat beside me and then wrapped her coat around it, and then departed for 20 minutes for crissakes. She then came back, picked it up, sat in the seat opposite and drank it. She kept her head down most of the time she was in the seat for whatever reason.

No such luck with adjacent seat mates on the way back; after the seat set in front was warmed up by two women and a man, a couple arrives and he sits immediately in front of me. And lo, he was a skinhead, and kept his unsightly pate 2' in front of me for most of the trip. I read the newspaper and kept his visgage obstructed as much as I could. For once, my mother didn't try to disrupt me to force more inadvertent viewings.

Anyhow, time to get this one posted for the week as this PC will be down for a few days here at the First Feral Family house as no one thought to bother to get XP upgraded for crissakes.

Car Crash of the Fat People

08-04-2015
A most curious car crash that occurred less than five minutes before I "happened" upon the scene. The police and ambulance had not arrived, and thankfully, neither the infernal siren noise. It is a rare day when I am headed out on a weekday at 0800h; first because I start work at 0700h during these hot summer days, and that I was on my way to the dentist for teeth cleaning. This particular corner isn't dangerous, a basic orthogonal uncontrolled T intersection, but it is nearly constantly covered by gangstalk vehicle trains anytime I turn there. It is a tertiary arterial with a single lane of traffic in either direction. But today, opposite me at the "head" of the T intersection, stopped at the curb were two vehicles, with some debris around them, and three fat people standing around the lead red vehicle. As I turned the corner I could see the second vehicle had the trunk bashed in, at least 2' of horizontal vehicle space mashed into untidy folds. And then the apparent occupants of this latter vehicle came into view standing on the adjacent side walk, and both of them were fat. As in each over 220lb, and under 5''10", as well as the first mentioned three. So here we have a vehicle crash, one red one, one silver-grey (get that?, the time worn favorite gangstalking vehicle colors), and five occupants all told, and all obese. Like who dreams up this ludicrous juxtaposition of Unfavoreds?  ECCO of course, per Dr. John Lily, the Earth Coincidence Control Organization.

It has been long noted since the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, that they arranged fake accidents with no vehicle crash, and the police and the ambulance duly participating in the arranged farce. But it has also been clear that there has been seemingly real ones, with smashed vehicles and debris on  the street. And of course I don't have a full opportunity to evaluate these crashes as I am driving and don't wish to cause further traffic congestion. But it also clear from the arranged past, before 04-2002, there have been real accidents and when mentioned in passing years later to say, a work colleague, they had personal knowledge of the victims, including the deceased. I don't claim to understand what the perps get out of this, say for real accidents, save blood interactions with the inside or outside of the vehicle, plus backed-up traffic slowly passing people (aka gangstalking) in huge duress. The perps plain "feed off", (meaning, derive some kind of psychic and physical research benefit) of individuals in dire emotional  and physical circumstances, i.e. duress and distress. And we wonder why these wars are declared, never mind the associated atrocities.

08-03-2015
A long weekend here, British Columbia Day, and for many other Canadian provinces, though under different names in each province. Dull and cloudy conditions came on when I thought I could get some tanning.

While working at the vineyard, the vehicle/noise trains all day long, even putting on the HD motorcycle noise at 0715h, just after starting work. And nearly always, extra noise at I finish a row and change direction to work on the next one.

This is the 1700th posting, though that might include a few drafts that have not made it yet, now long forgotten. The perps like it when I hit milestones, e.g., when my vehicle turns 400,000 km, the former Volvo 245 I owned until mind 2006.

08-05-2015
A single Snowbird came to visit today, supplying an hour worth of booming low level jet noise, circling the vineyard a few times, and keeping me inundated with varying degrees of rumbling and booming. Not unlike yesterday's thunderstorm that came for some 30 minutes, and delivering plenty of intense rain. And flying in the airspace approaches of the Penticton airport no less, plugging it up while this "show" was on.

And as I write this at 1835h, why, the same aircraft and noise has come to "visit" me again, plugged into this PC for the first time today.

Back to vehicular accidents and nearly so. Last week a negro on bicycle 2" from my mirror on my  parked vehicle came past at high speed when I was reaching for the door handle. I was about to open the door when this Royal Fuckwit screamed past my car door. Like WTF; how stupid in conventional terms to not leave clearance from parked vehicle doors when there is available road width, which there was ample . Especially as an unfortunate cyclist died in these same circumstances in Kelowna, only two days earlier. In unconventional terms, (totally organized harassment and remotely applied neural control), the whole deal was planned out to the microsecond, to "read me" just before getting out of the vehicle to get my blood tests done. And where does one find a negro in this town on a bicycle decked out in cyclist's clothing? Only if one orchestrates it as there aren't many negroes in this town, let alone ones as athletic cyclists.

08-06-2015
A two Snowbird visit/stalk at the vineyard today. I got screwed into using two different kinds of sun block today, the old tube running out in mid-application when in the winery washrooms at break time. So I finish up on the break and go outside to my vehicle where the new bottle of sun block was, and apply it to the missed areas on my face. And at that very moment, why, two Snowbirds in formation came in low and directly overhead, maybe 150' above the terrain, and provided their characteristic booming jet engine noise they have inculcated me with for the prior 24 hours. Such a fluke, running out of one tube of sunblock (less than 1x per year), using the new tube and here they are again, closer than ever.

08-08-2015
Saturday, and at my alternate employer for a day of vineyard work beginning at 0600h. Oddly, the crew was augmented with some of the Mexican crew members, around six of them. Not that they showed my interest in me, and didn't try Spanish on me to find out if I knew any. It was a similar crew make-up to my farm work days, 2008 to 2012; a few Caucasians but mostly Punjabis and Mexicans. In cynical terms, it must be all about the brown again, as in skin color, and placing them near my proximity, especially when I was shirtless for two hours. Too, the perps know I consider hats and other head adornments as Unfavored, especially turbans, and there were some of those too. The Mexicans also obliged by hanging rags on their heads and down their back just to look extra ridiculous (and Unfavored).

08-09-2015
Sunday, and I made 3lb of basil into a paste with the addition of olive oil, to then froze into cubes and then to store in the freezer for over winter. The perps enraged me some with spills, basil leaves fluttering outside the container that was to hold all of them, and had pesto sauce flicked about on the food processor, adjacent stove etc. Put it this way, it wasn't as sabotaged as three weeks ago when I made 1 lb into pesto sauce. After the initial jerkarounds to enrage me, I was allowed to be reasonably competent, and finished the job, including cleaning up, in two hours. It is a 7 cup food processor and isn't adequate for these larger quantities.

Went back to the farm to start a hike, and then tanned skyclad off-trail for an hour or so. I wasn't totally alone, as three aircraft came by a half mile away or so, one being a new (to me) helicopter, a EC-120 (two door), a little smaller than the EC-135 (four door) that frequent this region, and by extension, participate in the TI noisestalk and gangstalk scene.

I shall wrap this one up today, 08-92-2015, as I am getting behind on postings and lots of other things too.

Where Did the Time Go?

08-05-2014
Tuesday, but like a Monday in that it was the first day back from the long weekend, being "BC Day" in BC (Canadian province of British Columbia).

Still doing vine tucking all day, replete with the noisescape of vehicle performance mufflers, ill-maintained mufflers, HD motorcycles, and assorted aircraft that seem to harmonize/repeat the same vehicular noises. I have been doing vine tucking for the past four weeks at least, and am in a section where the rows are getting shorter due to property line considerations. It would take me two hours to tuck a long row, an hour per side. But now that I am in shorter rows, as in half as long, it should take half the time, right? No..sirr not in TI World; I have no idea why the job took so long today, but it did. I was getting four long rows done per day, and today I got three short rows tucked. The conditions aren't materially different, and the number of vines hanging down from the top wire is about the same. The first half row took 1.5 hours and it should of taken 30 minutes. I don't think my watch got sabotaged, and the perps can now (as of 2005) mess with my head (or anyone else's) and I would not know I was missing time. T

Before all this abuse rained down in 04-4002 the perps would try a number of stunts in road traffic but I always knew that somehow a vehicle was much closer than I expected, and therefore some missing time elapsed. This was under the guise of a medication introduction mostly, but it would freak me out that somehow I couldn't track vehicles around me and  got much  closer than I expected.

Another way to sabotage the mind for not noticing missing time is to change the notion of what is normal, something they began to mess with in about 2006.  Or, perhaps they mess with the cerebellum directly, the brain's timekeeper region. Anyhow, they can mess with nearly everything in one's mind from remote locations and guide them to do whatever they wish, usually pissing off and frustrating this TI.

05-08-2014
A nap attack for 2 hours in the evening cost me going to yoga tonight -I was all dressed to go, and couldn't stay awake while sitting down, Once I laid down there was no way I could predict my wake up time.

Same strangeness in vine tucking today (Wednesday) I tucked one side in 30 min. this morning. Still piss poor productivity, but no other co-workers to compare too thankfully.

08-08-2014
My PC crashed last night. Something to do with the Tripplite power bar and it went down twice and took out the PC. The repair guy said the BIOS device selection got changed, "power surges do odd things", like resetting the boot device order. Uh huh.

At the vineyard, I am now doing leaf removal, aka de-leafing on the N side of the rows. The sunlight and warmth (~30C) is too intense for the developing grapes, so sometime in September we de-leaf on the S side.

Took the PC into get looked at; amidst an intense vehicular gangstalking show, but as it it the eve of Peach Festival week, there is a reasonable cover story. As is "happened" the PC booted up normally and recovered OK. I phone this repair guy at noon to see if he was available, and he planted the FUD that the SSD drive, my main C drive, might have been "blown". Just what I needed to contemplate all afternoon, how to recover from such a mess. I do have a Synology back up computer, but as it is dependent on me turning it on, it would not of been a current back up source. Thankfully it didn't come to that, though I am sure the perps will pull such an event in the future. Like, why did they let me purchase a back up PC after 10 years of obsessing over not being backed up except by manual copies between hard drives? Not much of a back up if the place gets burned down, or the PC craps out with a power surge. Needless to say, I don't yet have an off-site back up arrangement.

08-09-2014
Saturday; laundry in the am with all manner of orchestrated hi-jinx. For starters, they pinched the road traffic at Power and Wade with a traffic accident;-two white sedans, collided with real damage to one, unlike the perp crazy days of 200-3-4 when they would arrange "accidents" replete with LEOs, tow trucks etc. except that no vehicles were damaged! Yup, posed road accidents, and I even had a passenger in the vehicle one time who confirmed it Though this accident had occurred only a few minutes before I passed through this intersection as no LEO's and tow trucks. As it "happened", when I got skunked on getting to the downtown bank (see below), I came through this same intersection again, this time with LEO's (Law Enforcement Officers) blocking two lanes of the remaining through traffic.

When I couldn't get to downtown bank/ATM because of the Peach Parade I drove across town to the second branch and transacted at the ATM. A male gangstalker arrived to loiter behind me in the below the knee baggy shorts; even the elder duffers/stalkers are dressed in this wretched shorts style. (FYI; I do wear shorts, spandex to the mid-thigh; which have a "habit" of the leg portion rolling up and making them look like straight across at the crotch swim trunk style).

The usual parking lot games while at the ATM; a two vehicle cluster of the apparent parties having a confab while standing outside their vehicles, male and female, the latter component with a blonde girl, the ultimate bait to get my attention every time.

Laundry; the proprietor couple at the lesser-freak show laundromat, were on duty per usual. The chatty male was wearing a scout cap, a little puffier ball cap and duplicating a common US military style (non-combat) cap. Considering the huge "popularity" of ball caps, and the selective introduction of scout caps on females (blondes especially), it would seem that this too is an attempt to elicit my subconscious/psychic response (aka abreaction) to likely military exposures/abuses in my memory deleted years, 1956-60. (Again, check out the Indian Lake Project site, as I strongly suspect I was one of those children at the time, though not in the online published photos).

And lo, if there wasn't hot water available at the laundromat, as it seems they are in a progressive update of their facilities. Someone else was at the two regular washing machines I use, running them at the same time. So... I use two washing machines side by side, both with black plastic vanes in the center. The regular pair has one with a white vane, and the other black. And as laundry is such an intense perp project, even stealing it sometimes, the washing machine color, orientation, tub orientation etc.and vane color and composition are of significant interest. For my second trip there, they put on a 300lb Fat Man at the public online terminal they have inside. Said behemoth/freak didn't show for my later trips.

I got hit with a 2.75 hour nap attack in the afternoon; talk about putting a hole in one's day. (No prior sleep deficit, per usual). Then at least a one hour recovery with the aid of tea and chocolate. I had plans to render the 20lb of tomatoes in my fridge, picked from the vineyard I work at, the owners being strangely insistent on creating a vegetable garden each year, but not picking the produce. Ditto for the seven fully bearing fruit trees. Go figure.

Food experiments continue; I bought and used turmeric, (ground curcumin) today; said to be an excellent brain food, confirmed while reading Grain Brain, my current read. The book is a tour-de-force for expelling carbohydrates from one's diet and getting back to the Paleolithic diet of fats, protein and minor carbohydrates. If the assholes could get me off their milk chocolate fixation (read brown colored food), as in 60g of sugar per 100g bar, 3x/day,, not only could I save a bundle but get the carbohydrate intake down to the recommended  30-60g/day.

Another food item the perps have me eating for the first time since their all-night harassment games of 2002 is jerky. This time it is beef jerky and I haven't been interested in it at all until recently. In 2002 it was tuna jerky available in the Seattle region, and it was my comfort food for those all night driving sessions with gangstalking vehicle fore and aft on the freeways. So I suppose it is the plastic packaging energetic effects they might be interested in. Given how often thin aluminum is used in packaging, those stiff but flexible packages with a plastic coating on them, a (likely) supporting aluminum stalking campaign is in full swing, as mentioned in last week's blog posting.

Music listening continues to develop down whatever path the assholes have plotted for me. Now, non-english female vocals are now "happening", Misa (fado) and Haris Alexiou (Greek); two such downloads this weekend, and both superlative female vocalists to say the least. The former playing as I write this blog up. The PC based non-lossy files served to the Oppo and its internal DAC heard via Grado headphones is coming in with great fidelity, finally getting into the zone of hi-fi.

But the perps won't let me purchase speakers, not even cheap ones for these past eight years. Over this past Christmas they had me salivating over a pair of ELAC speakers (unauditioned no less), while also doing extensive web research on the best DAC to purchase. Finally, after some three weeks, I was allowed the clarity of getting a disc player, headphone amp and DAC rolled into one, in the form of the Oppo BD105. Though it did cost more than a USB only DAC, it gave me a whole lot of future proofed features (e.g. internet sources). Meanwhile, my amplifier (to supply sufficient current for speakers) sits unused, perhaps also a "problem" for the covert perp games when it comes to listening to music  be it live, digital, or analog over what device, through what kind and color of cables, and so on down the audio chain. As mentioned many times, the color, substance and kind of everything I am in contact with is of intense perp research interest.

08-10-2014
Sunday, and a special yoga class with a Baptiste yoga instructor. Blonde, and about my height (5'11"), and plenty chatty. She was even pleasant and engaging, and didn't have the dour scared shitless look I get from so many people I interact with. And she was into heavy alignments, pressing on me and other students with great vigor. And lo, if she didn't have a tattoo near her waist line, that was revealed later and just one of those "happenchances" of her garment being loose just as I was nearby. So one could surmise that the perps are up to their yoga perturbation games again; no yoga on the usual Monday because of a province wide holiday, no yoga on Wednesday as an alternate because of above mentioned nap attack, and Friday would be with the grim and fat male instructor I don't care for. Then, with this special class, I get a class almost two weeks later. And what is the point of all that? Beats me, but the perps are silly about whatever all the spine bending and twisting that yoga has to offer, but then retract it for a time, sometime months when I have a work load that doesn't permit regular attendance.

And what is with the red pickup truck games this afternoon? the landlord had a mid-red Chevrolet pickup since 06-2013, and it appears to be replaced by new identical red hued Ford pickup. And of course he drives it past me in the lane when I am about to get into my vehicle. Nothing too exceptional in the gangstalking realm. Today, an older. but identical, red pickup that was behind the landlord's pickup started up and coursed by me while I was in the lane, about to access my vehicle (metallic mid-gray). I do my shopping and come back some 20 minutes later, and this same older red pickup is parked a block away under a tree with two other same red vehicles nearby (80'), both in the open sunlight. What earthly purpose does this same red pickup truck shuffling serve? As always, I would be the last to know.

Time to post this now, and start another week of getting stalked, fucked with and infuriated.

Out to Get a Tree

1325h
It was an outing day today; my in-town brother came with his van for us to pick up a tree at a plant nursery some 10 miles up the major highway. As I don't have a vehicle, and usually have little reason to drive my parent's vehicle on the highway, it was a big deal for the perps to have me as a passenger on this route, and at higher speeds. The perps first started off with posting three vagrant "buddies" sitting on the asphalt parking lot some 20' from my brother's van which was sitting at the curb. The setup made me curious as to how long this had been arranged; my experience is that the perps like to have about 30 minutes of "warm up" time to acclimate an operative to the location, so I wouldn't of been surprised if they were all there for that long, the weather being conducive as it was. I also noted that my brother had a white coffee mug on the dash, with the remnants of the contents facing me for some curious reason. And funny how I "forgot" to remove that particular close-in color referenced object.

And even more devious was the red colored envelope that I was give to my brother, having come from my parents place two days ago. Having seen this before, I assume it was a color reference object; first at my parent's place, then passed onto me for two days, then passed onto my brother in his van with me present, and then later placed at his place. And of course it was totally needless for me to take the envelope to him as he was there today and could of picked it up then. And of course I was not allowed to think that through either.

There was at least 1,000 extra gangstalking vehicles on this outing, most often in color and vehicle type coordinated clusters. There were three tractor trailers in the crush of vehicles, one hauling concrete blocks for extra mass, and for testing of the perp's concrete research. Apart from the referencing colors the perps use, white, black and silver grey, the perps put on many red vehicles, in a clusters of three to five, and expanded it to greens, mid-tone greys, and then moved into green/blue variations. At one location they had three blue-green minivans that differed only by minor hue variations in a three lane wide configuration, and then moved them all in file in the rightmost lane while other colors were introduced. Navy blue seems to be very popular as a more complex color reference, and then they brought in orange and brown colored vehicles, working up from a light metallic tan color to deep browns. This is the first time in over 5.5 years I have seen the perps get serious about putting on deeper shade brown colored vehicles around me.

As always, there are the cyclists on the parallel secondary roads to the highway, and nine of nine of them were wearing yellow on this outing, and these cyclists were not part of a team in any way. Only later in the day did the perps back off on putting on so many same color dressed cyclists. (And odd too, that I was reading an online story about someone outfitting themselves for winter cycling before we set off). There was no need for raingear either, a weather condition that often enforces limited cyclist garment choices and colors, as it was sunny with no hint of inclement conditions.

Once my brother and I got to the front entrance of the plant nursery, having just talked about the sewerage pipes being put into the adjacent street into my apartment, he suddenly needed to go to the washroom, and left me to do the asking at the desk as to how to get the tree. Upon inquiring, the purchased tree would be brought to the front, and I was to wait. Which is code for sending in more ambulatory gangstalkers, especially since there were at least a dozen large brown boxes strewn about in some mock re-stocking effort. One large brown packing box contained an acrylic sink, and it just so "happened" that my parents had a recent replacement of an acrylic sink at their house. And as the need for a residential bathroom fixture is very limited at a plant nursery, it was extremely odd that such a box had been placed by the front desk where I had to wait. And lo, if there wasn't brown skinned gangstalkers parading by, and lo, if they didn't come back in a few minutes without any purchases in hand. And lo, when my brother finally showed up some 5 minutes later, if he too didn't walk through the field of brown boxes littered about. I suggested to him that he could run around the aforementioned acrylic bathroom sink packing box to "help his friends", though he didn't take me (or them, who planted the notion) up on it.

Then my brother was headed out of the store again for some flimsy excuse, the nursery assistant brought the tree around. After dealing with the paperwork from the green hooded assistant, my brother picked up the tree and hefted it to his van after I had put a black plastic bag around its pot and roots. The tree would not fit in his van pot first, so he had to reverse it and have the branches lying between us over the transmission housing and onto the dashboard in front of me. Given the perps interest in all things of vegetative origin, and their abiding need to have me near or even touching them, this was a golden opportunity for them to conduct whatever their research agenda is in this respect. And all the better the tree was essentially horizontal with the branches close by me, their Number One Guinea Pig/harassment victim.

Once at my parent's place it was more "brown time", i.e. coffee time. Regular readers will know that the perp's ambulatory operatives are constantly toting coffee, holding it out in front of them like some hallowed object, even if there is no rational logical location where they would of obtained it. And of course I could not resist the brown chocolate covered cookies on offer that were left over from Christmas. And even more daring from the perp perspective was that they were in a brown colored plastic tray, and additional challenge for the assholes who have been chasing me for over five years with all manner of plastics.

The talk at the family table over coffee was the goings on of various medical doctors, and bringing up the associated topic, and high interest perp topic, of who died, who is alive and so on, as both my brother and mother have vocational hospital associations. I thought it interesting that the "doctor" topic was discussed, which also suggests that they were attempting to impinge upon long ago traumatizations of mine related to the medical profession in my developmental years when they were possibly conducting procedures related to this current harassment vileness they have involved me in.

And while at the family table, having coffee, my brother goes to his van and puts on a black fleece jacket with mid-brown trim and puts it under his navy blue colored jacket. Get this, he leaves a warm house to then go outside to his van to then put on extra outdoor clothing for inside. I say bullshit; it is another color reference job, like the thousands I have seen as ambulatory gangstalkers, the modern MIBs.

After some 20 minutes at my parent's place where my brother seemed relatively relaxed, he sudden got the "busy signal" as I call it, when he then declares that he is short of time and needs to go. After some more games in loading some items into the crawl space, not far from underneath of where we were sitting, and pulling out the furnace air filter, we headed off to downtown where I was to be dropped off. My brother always takes the slow pokey route, a little odd for someone who claims that they are pressed for time, and lo, if it didn't cover a good part of the road that I was to walk later in the day when going to gym class and back. And much of the road had been "sprayed" or the appearance thereof, for road salting purposes. Though I have never seen this method before, laying down parallel striations of white, grey and black asphalt for us to drive over. More color games of the perps.

On the way back from our parent's place, this is where the freakshow began (the Unfavoreds); male pony tails, red hairs, deep brown dressed males, a vagrant playing guitar with his shopping cart full of plastic bags beside him, and a foursome of males in two ranks like soldiers where no one walks for any business purposes. We also encountered a concrete pouring job, one that I passed by heading to gym, along with the redi-mix truck departing an hour later. Regular readers will know that the perps are totally fixated on placing me around concrete of varying age; hours old and just set, to weeks and years old.

1820h
I have just finished dinner and the post-mealtime noise that is currently predominating is overhead tapping, as if someone is tapping on a bare concrete floor above me, when it would be carpeted like my suite.

And the ongoing loud mufflered vehicle noise continues almost serially, as if the commute is still on, which it isn't. And these vehicles cannot be actually seen, it is projected noise only.

Earlier, I went to the gym class and got my gangstalking and freakshow. Two class members were on a decidedly low key sighting arrangement. Mr. Ethnic Gut, mid-eastern, near bald and overweight was in his bright yellow shirt again, and he lingered in my peripherial vision for the most part. He was first viewed in the mirror, and then he disappeared for some 15 minutes before he came to parade past me when I was on the stationary bicycle. Then in the floor exercise room he came in some 10 minutes later to walk past everyone lined up at the wall doing exercises. He later waited until I put my mat down and was settled before he planted himself in my peripheral vision.

The other freakshow member, the new skinhead transformation dude, also kept himself fairly discreet, and only "showing up" on his parade-by some 20 minutes into the class. He also came late to the floor exercise room after everyone else was in place, which I take to be metered introduction of only having one freakshow member arrive at one time, and after a period of "settle in" time. The perps have me on a behavior that I find his skinhead look even more disgusting than last week when he first introduced his new look, having brownish hair before that. When it came time to do the floor exercises on the mats, he was three classmembers away and out of my peripherial vision. Regular readers will understand that this is all in conformance with the Unfavored demographic groups from which the perps draw from to "feature" (show off) their selected freaks at the right moment, and for the scripted gaze duration.

The class also had the two of the Three Large Blondes, the largest two today. There has only been one for some three weeks, and both came today, and did some parading around in front of me for a limited duration. Mostly, they stayed out of my sight, and that is fine by me, as they are each way too large to be anything other than members from other Unfavored groups, the obese. I thought it was interesting that they both could not do some of the exercises, and had to sit some out, both standing at the wall like sentries it seemed.

When I first arrived at the gym workout area, I got an Asian sentry woman standing in one place for staring off into space for some ten minutes, about halfway between the windows and the far wall, where I was at the far wall, and allowed to put in more than three workout exercises together with the free weights for the first time in over four weeks. I didn't get the horrendous number of gym members infilling around me, only two who were humpfing and clanging weights. I did get a smaller cluster of do-squats further back doing nothing but sitting there, some 10' away, especially noticeable once the Asian woman departed.

Other strange goings on at the gym included street dressed members in black down coats arriving and immediately starting on the thigh machine, one which I was to use in five minutes. Then they disappeared after that. I expected more invasive shenanigans at the gym based on this morning's outing games, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Perhaps the perps didn't need to send in their clowns because I was dressed totally in black when at the gym. This seems to be their favored color for me to wear for benchmarking purposes, and then they attempt to replicate this with other colored clothes.

When walking back from gym class the perps put on a little mock (almost) traffic accident for me. The net result was that a red and white vehicle made a right turn in front of a bus that was leaving the bus stop, and while they didn't contact each other, the drivers made out as if they had. It happend while 100' away, and for the few minutes it took for me to walk toward and past this setup, they had the red and white vehicle parked broadside in front of the red and white bus. And just for this event, the perps had over 15 gangstalkers swarmed around this "event", some putting on the stunned look, who were in fact acting in the long familiar capacity as sentries. Nothing stunning ever happened, and while the bus had to brake sharply, there was no actual accident or vehicle damage. It was all about arranging 90 degree offset vehicles in close quarters, giving me a longer exposure time to see/energetically interact with these juxtaposed red and white vehicles, and getting the respective drivers out for gangstalking reasons, also a very common arrangement. No big deal, except for the perps who put out a whole platoon of operatives; at least four were on lead-ahead gangstalking duty beforehand, and then another foursome to continue ahead of me. One party was spitting out the contents of their mouth onto the sidewalk about every 12' as part of this "extra coverage" that they wanted me to have.

Other street action included having a municipal boom truck out "working" on the functional traffic lights at a particular junction I pass each time I walk to gym class and back. They were working on the traffic signal light, with the boom situated precisely overhead of the sidewalk I traversed. One man in orange coveralls was looking busy looking up while the other man in orange coveralls was overhead in the boom platform, some 10' overhead.

This wasn't the only oddity; the nearby street rip-up job has impinged on the sidewalk width by some 3', but that wasn't enough of a constraint as there was still 8' of width. What is a perp organization to do? Why place an electric vehicle (golf cart) to constrain another 4' of it to leave a 4' gap for the oncoming ambulatory operative packing 6" of flattened brown cardboard boxes on his head to pass through this manufactured sidewalk constriction ahead of me, effectively "brown sweeping" it before I passed through the same constriction. And why would a golf cart be there on a construction site, and why would anyone be walking around on a commercial street with flattened cardboard boxes on their head? Don't ask me, I am the last to know, and am only allowed to report on these planted oddities courtesy of my mind minders.

That is all the excitement for today, having two outings, which is a big deal for the perps who most often keep me down to none.