Christmas and the First Feral Family

12-30-2014
Last week, Christmas and the faux cheer from the First Feral Family, presently at my perp abetting mother's residence in Victoria, BC. This is a travel trip from Penticton where I reside, but as it "happened", it was arranged to spend Christmas in Kamloops with my brother and family. I did the driving in each direction, and even was allowed the foresight to pack a few of my belongings and drop them off at my place in Penticton, adding some three hours onto the drive. Call it a 5 day road trip within the confines of a three week road trip. This has been done before, two years ago with all the same players, vehicle etc. One notable difference was there was a new highway 17 that cut out some 40 min. of  stop-start driving, and thank goodness for that. They were at least 30 years in behind in getting highway from the Tsawwassen ferry terminal to Hwy 1.

And my mother is in her ditz mode again, pretending to be unaware and then being very sharp or else run to be so. Her hearing is worse, and so things must be repeated at loud volume. Perfect perp fodder, who seem to revel in causing events to occur twice or more.

My farm worker friend came by yesterday, now in the horticulture business, and coincidentally (har, har) does work on my mother's suburban property. This was after I cut a 3" bough from a pine tree in the backyard that was drooping into the area where my mother wants the compost pile rebuilt. She had the tree climbers/arborist outfit working in the backyard in the summer, but they all somehow missed dealing with the most problematic branch of all. I don't know what it is that the perps are so nuts about when it comes to trees and plants, but clearly they wanted me to work on the offending branch and to be then taken on a walk in a wooded trail. I wanted to do a backwoods hike but she jammed out on me. Before she arrived, the perps made sure I had my lunch, paced around, and then ate a 100g chocolate bar, just barely finishing it when the doorbell rang. Funny how they want me out and about post-chocolate bar ingestion.

To finish of my walk yesterday, the perps put on two Caucasian families with children, and lo, if there wasn't an adopted negro child too who tailed me on his bicycle and even got in the way a couple of times too. Just what I love, child gangstalkers. How do they know to stalk me?

And of course the negro viewing has increased here in the bigger city, as well as on TV, which I see often while at the First Feral Family residence, as I don't have TV service where I live. Today they even put on a negro just-stand-there stalker at the road side while I was driving my mother past. In a red and olive green hoodie busy staring up at absolutely nothing, in keeping with many of the roadside gangstalk Fuckwits.

The perps have also given me a cold, which necessitated a trip to the local LD store to load up on supplements to combat this biological incursion. And I see today they added on a cold sore, though I don't think they are biologically related, as I have never had both at once before.

And the world tragedies seem to erupt with uncommon coincidences when I relocate to the FFF residence; it was Dec. 17 when I flew down, and that evening on TV there was video clips from a commercial passenger aircraft that hit 40 minutes of severe turbulence with some passengers getting hurt. A day after taking the ferry back to Victoria on Dec. 27, why, an Italian ferry headed to Greece in the Adriatic Sea had a fire below on the car deck and all living passengers were airlifted amidst a howling gale and through the night. And too, an Air Asia flight, QZ8501 has gone missing in the Java Sea....


The news had it that it was a tragic coincidence that three S Asian flights suffered tragedy all in one year. Coincidence my ass; the perps just love to dump aircraft into the ground or ocean, and seem to have an unerring knack of pulling this stunt in concert with me relocating/traveling. Flight TWA800 "happened" within two days of me traveling to France and staying at a village house for a week. As it was Paris bound it was all over the TV news in France, and I didn't need any translation upon seeing the imagery. My then wife, part of this insane orchestrated abuse when I was kept as a naive victim, was quite (extra) pissy over the TWA800 tragedy when on the TV news, and busied herself by working in the kitchen out of viewing range of the TV. I thought her behavior was a little odd then, and as this insane life orchestration and relentless abuse erupted in 04-2002, and all its managed coincidences came to be known, it fitted the pattern I have come to know, and have just articulated

12-31-2014
Another late get-up at 0930h and not really getting going until 1100h. And imposed hijinx on the small amount of mortar (cement) I needed to make up. My brother gave me the full 20kg paper bag which somehow got a hole in it so he put it in a cardboard box. And lo, if the box didn't have a hole in it once I began to handle it, and so I put it in another cardboard box. But that didn't work as the split bag spilled some more, so I put the bag into a plastic garbage bag. And lo, despite my careful efforts, the garbager bag split and so I put it into a second plastic bag that finally contained the leaking mortar mix. At each transition I had to clean it up of course, so these streaks of grey cement powder remained no matter how much I swept it with the broom.

All that pissing around to put two cup fulls in this door in the wall which seems to get successively invaded by ants, and now some animal that likes to dump gravel in it.  This door in the wall is where the municipal water supply feeds the house, and we know who likes to study water supplies via this victim, don't we?

Compost sifting this afternoon, and lo, if the hacking neighbor didn't come out to attend to his compost next to the fence. Then the steel grinding neighbor chipped in with more noise, as did the table saw noise act. Oddly, no lawnmower noise. Then the S-76 Sikorsky air ambulance did two low passes, presumably to give me ambulance coverage from above as we haven't had enough of the vehicular kind this FFF visitation, have we? As in not; about every hour or two of driving one would "happen" to be on the highways per above road trip.

01-01-2015
No excitement in bringing on the new year; my perp-abetting mother stayed up as we watched something that counted the minutes and seconds. Before that it was PBS and a tedious Gershwin suite of the NY Philharmonic Orchestra. It was New Year themed, but was mistimed so to not coincide with the New year in the PST zone. Besides, the guest negro vocalists, both in great voice, were no doubt arranged for both of us to see. As mentioned many times, if one has been locked in cages with negro children, (see here), then one has quite a different perspective and abreaction profile to various skin colors.

About a week ago the CBC news put on a substitute negro male anchorman, and I bailed on it, seeing yet another perp rouse to have me get more negro exposures. I turned the TV off and went to bed, but for some strange reason my perp-abetting mother "needed" to see the news and turned the TV on and watched this same newscast for a whole two minutes and then turned it off. Can we say emulation games again?

The laundry fuckery continues; my mother's washing machine puts on more lint thatn the clothes had when they were put in. And she puts on the ditz act when I bring it to her attention, just like last year at this time. So... I decided to beat this by taking my laundry to a laundromat instead. And lo, if my laundry didn't get fucked with again, as there were (non-lint) whitish streaks on my clothes, ostensibly "from" the powdered detergent I used. And why is laundry sabotage so important to the sickos? Regular readers will know that other forms of laundry sabotage are;

• stealing it and having the E. Indian thief wear my clothes, 
• stealing it for good, having the load stop due to imbalance problem when I am totally fastidious about loading the washing machine evenly, 
• having abetting shills, Ms. C as one example, volunteering to do my laundry,
• stiffing me with detergent with unwanted perfume smell, 
• having fabrics pill in odd places, 
• pulling threads even on synthetic clothes, 
• linting "from" the washing machine, 
• having two loads in side by side identical washing machines, one with a black colored vane, the other a white colored vane, and of course the
• parade of Fuckwits and dither-ditz's loiter around me for no seeming reason.

And when will this insane mania over my laundry ever end?

Other normal-peculiar FFF perp abetting behavior on this trip is to have them flex their foot and wave it about while seated and watching TV, all to have it "happen" in my peripheral vision for the most part. Both my mother did this, and my brother when visiting them in Kamloops. Once noticed, I shift myself or the TV tray to obstruct this stupid shit that has gone on for every extended visit since 04-2002 when this abusive insanity began and hasn't let up.

The perps even went extra silly yesterday on this theme/foot-waving stalking. I moved the TV tray to block the sight of my mother's foot waving, but wasn't thorough enough as there was a small sliver remaining. She then placed her foot such that it was in this small window, and so I moved the TV tray some more to obstruct it again. This time she moved her foot higher to be seen above the TV tray, not below. So then I shifted my position in my chair to turn away from this idiotic pursuit of my peripheral vision and finally it was over. Three attempts to rid her waving foot in my peripheral vision, which suggests that my vision is totally monitored and that every possible angle of visibility is known, and that she gets immediate direction where to place her foot. If someone can explain that in a conventional context I would surely like to know.

01-03-2015
Another late get-up, 0930h, for 9.5 hours of sleep, with 8.0 being my usual. Nearly every day they have screwed me into 9+ hours of sleep. Long ago, before the Day Of  Infamy (04-2002) when they began with a high tech apartment invasion, I could never figure out why January was such a doggy month and was doing 9+ hours of sleep each day. Now I know, it was the Fuckwits, and for "some reason" they like to run me with extra sleep this month of the year.

I was slinging compost in the backyard of the FFF house here, as the gardener and my brother couldn't get it together to do this for the last three months. And as it "happened" they didn't dig out the 2014 compost in the summer and piled leaves and debris on it. And so I had to combine the two very different piles and make them one consistent compost pile, which I did.

And so the neighbor noises sprang to life again; lawnmowers (yup, in early January), house tapping/faux construction, neighbor throat clearing and hacking, hot-rod muffler noise, neighborhood vacuum cleaners, overhead aircraft etc. When the 1530h afternoon dusk onset dinginess came on, the leaf blower whine started up for the last hour until I got it into one big pile. And even my perp-abetting mother got into digging some sieved soil/compost that was available. Then she came out again for a pointless question, no doubt doing the house-to-compost pile gangstalk walk and back again. (She never asks me about when I want tea for crissakes, and the answer is always the same, when I am done (the current job)).

Before that, major gangstalking at the public library, with the cough stalking stunt the highlight. I was looking at the DVD's and this Fat Woman with a kid sneaks in within 3' of me and lets go of a mighty cough which scared the shit out of me. And after 12.5 years of insane and relentless gangstalking, how would it be possible to sneak up on a victim (me) who is in a total alert state everywhere in public? Why, mind control, aka remotely applied cognitive manipulation/obstruction. This shit who cough-stalked me was not coughing beforehand or afterwards; in other words, it was a just-for-me cough-stalk

But she wasn't the only wacko Fuckwit in the library; this dude was on just-stand-there (sentry mode) duty, and while he moved his head or his arms, he was planted in the same spot, not anywhere near a bookshelf or plausible cover story, for at least 10 minutes. Like WTF; he wasn't in any lineup and wasn't at a table or catalog, just staring away for crissakes. I did a pass near the Fuckwit to make sure he was all there, and he was looking away and shaking his head with a smirk on it for crissakes. Like he wasn't all there, as in mentally deranged.

Then onto H* D* that big box store with the orange smocked staff, and lo, if their greeter wasn't in a freaking wheelchair. Someone knows how much I loathe these particular objects, and then had me look to the side, and lo, if there wasn't an empty wheelchair there. My lucky day, and perhaps the last all-out gangstalk before I leave this freaking town (Victoria, BC) in five days.

Some TV watching last night, and my mother doing her foot-waving bullshit from her chair. And me, I turn away and block it from my vision with a TV table and my hand at my head. Then she asks a dumb question to break up my repose. And she has started a new obnoxious habit of banging the floor with her foot which nicely sends a vibration through me as I am seated some 6' away. And too, having the unerring knack of banging the floor when a negro is portrayed on TV, or even East Indians (from India) now too.

Three days ago the Fuckwits gave me a dime sized cold sore at  L end my my mouth, next to my lips. The next day I see an ad on TV at LD for Ab*a that was advertised for cold sores. After running the gangstalk gauntlet at LD, I find the product at $22 for a whole 2 grams (not much). I use it, and it begins to work, and now today, I see another product called lysine (an amino acid) also advertised to help get rid of cold sores. I haven't bought any of the latter product, but could this "activity" over cold sores be too much of a coincidence? And we know who manages coincidences don't we?

01-05-2017
My daughter came over from Vancouver for the day, all (seemingly) for a post-Christmas lunch put on my perp-abetting mother. Most curious as to why she would do that, travel on the ferry and return in one day. I can only assume it was some kind of perp inspired event, bringing the Vancouver energetics to this gangstalk town of Victoria.

My brother also came along with his obsessional nature over garage sales and picking up bargains etc. He put all my landscape prunings in his white van beforehand, so presumably the van was on gangstalk duty too. My daughter used the PC for a few minutes, and afterward I find she left her employment letter for me to see. What was that all about anyhow?

As it "happens", she starts work the same day I fly back to Penticton, so perhaps there is some perp cosmic energetics/synchrony in that for whatever they are looking for.

Onto posting this today (Monday) as I got sucked into Downton Abbey last night.

Meet the Browns and Whites

2040h
Back from a day at the First Feral Family home, attempting to do gardening work for pay, though that got fucked with, and so much less billable time. But I did get the infernal and protracted leaf raking done for the year, as more arrived in the front yard and the lastmost visit of two weeks ago got truncated for the sudden wind conditions. And before that, the original garden rake broke more tines, and then the new replacement rake fell apart, and then the snow came to delay and prevent leaf raking, and so it went. A pile in place for visiting family at Christmas, as the perps seem to like me and cooperating FFF quislings to walk over where I have raked, often within seconds. I was left to my own to get the leaf raking done, save the myriad of loud mufflered vehicles that kept passing by, that being a 90 degree bend in the road outside the FFF house. And lo, if they didn't have me lined up in the headlights too, always a big Fuckover necessity nowadays. And the Saanich municipality garbage collection crew and truck also came by for two separate vehicular gangstalkings, making themselves obvious because there wasn't any garbage to be collected in the neighborhood, and yet they came by twice; once 200' away, and then in close, immediately in front. Them and UPS seem to have this habit of driving around for no apparent purpose when I am in the front yard doing landscaping work. The STRATCOM bomber noise/aircraft started up before I got outside even, while putting on my boots in the garage, and they were good for at least three flybys for the 1.5 hours I was on the job.

Other bullshit was getting screwed out of the #27 bus, the assholes ran it early for once and I missed it by a minute. So that gave the fuckers 15 minutes of gangstalker persons and vehicles to patrol by, and even the fire department and the police got in on it as they seem duty-bound to cruise by this TI victim if more than 5 min. out in public. The most outrageous was this dude/ fucker that got off a bus, and I was well out of the way of any sidewalk ambulatory Fuckwits, and yet this asshole cruises in within 1.5' of me when he had 5' on the other side of him, and putting on the oblivious act again. Then, behind him, and a respectful distance of say, 3' away, a blonde babe also got off the bus and was trailing this Fuckwit. The perps made sure to direct my enraged attention from the intruding dude/Fuckwit who got in way too close to that of the blonde babe. Then they fucked me into viewing them again when 40' away, both on their apparently independent paths. These personal space encroachments are reaching the point that I want to have some kind of protective measure in hand, being vague here. That would change things real fast I have come to know.

And I got my negro on the bus again, seemingly the assholes have reverted to female negroes for now, and seem to be concentrating on E. Indians, native Indians, and various middle Eastern types as the brown skin show goes. And a planted notion of the "Sphincter Brothers", two similar dudes coming on the bus, walking toward me, dressed the same, but they split apart, sitting on opposite sides of the traverse seating at the rear raised deck. One "happened" to be the father of the two children who did their stare thing and sat with me and their mother on the rear bench seat. Not that the parents said anything between them the entire 15 min. on the bus. Strange that the mother and children came on board first as an obvious group, and the father hung back with the look-alike dude to set up this faux (as it came to be) scenario of two malevolent dudes coming at me. (The sphincter reference applies to the fear response, as it tightens up when one senses fear, and given the past and abusive machinations of the perps, to the point they had to delete my recall, but still are attempting to elicit subconscious reactions from all these setups with Unfavored gangstalkers, often blending them with Favored ones, e.g. aforementioned blonde babe following the personal space encroaching dude. And in this latter case, the two threatening males, one splitting off to be seeming family man).

Other Unfavoreds that were in force today were the ponytailed dudes; I had at least four while waiting for the bus, and then when out later three more (explained below), and then two on the bus on the way back into downtown, one doing three seat swaps enroute.

Back to the FFF house; when I arrived I changed into my work pants and my blue sweater in readiness to do work, and lo, if the in-town brother doesn't call with a desperate need to find out how to get his full screen Windows back to normal size so he could access the tool bar and all the commands and the MS Favorites thing/list. And of course I avoid full-screen anything as I have been screwed so many times, not being able to get back to control the presentation because the command options are removed. The Windows key got him help, and I atttempted to find the appropriate help, but from what he told me, either the Windows Medial Player or the general LCD display set up commands were referenced, but not the IE browser. Anyhow, some 50 minutes later with me on the phone, he somehow blundered into fixing it, along with two versions of the problem; Windows and desktop or else just the browser. I am a Firefox person, so I wasn't the biggest help.

And to play that back in perp terms, within two minutes of changing my clothes, always a high noisestalk and Fuckover moment, the assholes had me on the phone (read, EMF device) for 50 minutes. Better than yoga from the perp perspective; when I change immediately before I head out, do the 10 minute gangstalking gauntlet (walk on the public sidewalks in downtown), and then do an hour of spine stretching exercises with overhead clunking noise going on the whole time, and then I do the gangstalking gauntlet back. All the better it ends at 1230h, on an empty stomach, prime Fuckover time.

And so I was to be driving for my mother to get new shoes for my in-care (read faux dementia IMHO) father, though the wires got crossed as she made out that I was to drive 30 min. across town, and I mentioned that another branch of the store is only 2 min. away, and that inter-branch returns are permitted, as she had to return an item as a credit for the purchase. So... the three of us out together, prime gangstalking time to be sure. And so they did their best to dally and putz to delay vehicle egress, hang behind me, and then delay their entrance to the store, all the while a 20' line of Fuckwits was arranged with a black dressed Fuckwit lounging at the entrance. The modern MIB wears fleece and a ballcap I have come to know. And so the choreographed ditzing and putzing to find the right shoes, and to get them on, and then to find a salesman, and to get the correct size and model, and to suffer the parade of Fuckwit dudes coursing around us. First it was the skinheaded Fuckwit, and when I moved to get him out of my sight, why, he moved to get back in it. This little charade went on for five minutes in three rounds, and then it was the shoulder length long-hair male that I needed to be exposed to. This Fuckwit stuck on like glue, and because I was then engaged in getting my father's shoe off, and testing a new one on, I couldn't be so evasive, and so this Fuckwit had more exposure time. And my mother "needed" to find a salesman, and so a two tone brown dressed presentable dude comes to help out. And of course I was touching my father's old brown shoes, and the prospective new ones (two pairs) also, while this dude flush was going on, and lo, if they didn't slip a fugly pony-tailed dude into the mix, having the Fuckwit sit on the floor 1.5' from me with his back and his fucking 2' long ponytail facing me. This shit sat down in the fucking aisle with seats and plenty of extra space around. Thankfully I was finishing up, as I got the fuck out of there, having this particular Unfavored fugliness parked on my doorstep. And if I don't like the sight of dudes in brown, or with long hair, or with ponytails, why in the fuck is it an international event that has run for over eight years in hounding me all over to show me these very features I cannot fucking stand? (Worse now, than before they started their overt abuse in 04-2002). And taking a cast of thousands with the choreography and orchestration to go with it? Every day when outside I get one or more forms of Unfavored assholes either encroaching on personal space, obstructing me, or presenting themselves to be seen/featured. And often disgusting me, my new and imposed "reaction", (read mind-fuck/imposed response). Then of course, I get the same on TV for the little that I watch it, and also on web pages that I view, though much more controllable, especially with AdBlock Plus extension to Firefox, a necessity for TI's who might be hounded in this same way.

As part of the transaction, we have a discount card; formerly it was mine but I passed it onto my brother two weeks ago, and then he passed it onto my mother when we were all there at Christmas, as she wanted to exchange an item. So.... this card has my energies from being in my wallet for two months, then presumably my in-town brother's, and now my mother's. All important stuff for the insane assholes who have hounded me over every financial transaction I have made since they went overt/beserk in 04-2002.

But we weren't done yet, even if we did get out of the store with relative speed, waiting for two customers, and that gave the Fuckwits time for a dude to arrive on my L. at the checkout some 6' away and ask about his red shirts he was interested in. He didn't help his cause any to have his tongue hanging out, and then do a reprise gangstalking before we finally got out, my mother putting on the handbag search ditz act again, something she has increased of late. Then onto a communal clusterfuck/gangstalk in the supermarket next to the clothing store. My mother wanted skim milk, and as we were cruising in to get it, and she began her ditz routine in touching at least two other kinds while staring at the skim milk, it was the redheaded granny brigade's moment to gangstalk; three of the Fuckwits coming and going at the milk section, and one more at the checkout. The assholes put on a one liter bottle case lot of water purchasing Fuckwit, as this seems to be the latest perp research interest; bottled water on brown cardboard flats, and out-of-town brother was doing his bit over his Christmas visitation. Then while my mother was paying at the checkout, again putting on the ditz, why, it was a moment to flash light at me from outside the building, through the front glass and past the arranged Fuckwits right at me. "Somehow" this reflection erupted from outside and found me' been there, done that. And when I moved around so I wouldn't see it, why, something else flashed at me. But we weren't done yet.

I was doing the shopping item holding duty; one white plastic bag with one pair of brown shoes in it, and now one 2 liter jug of milk, a very common gangstalker prop, as it offers a large density of a specific color, and all the better that it be in a plastic container. Then to the kitchen shop next door where another almighty clusterfuck/gangstalk was on, and my mother wanted to look at knives as a useful kitchen knife had recently broken. I too was looking for a 6" chef knife, and got into a conversation with the, wait...., redheaded granny store assistant, about deboning (or is it boning?) knives versus chopping knives. Anyhow, I wasn't making any progress as to whether a 6" chef knife could do both, call it "lost in translation" as she was of Germanic decent, and then my mother interceded with what she was looking for, which meant returning the the first of the two knife cabinets to complete her belated interest. All the while I had the aforementioned white plastic bag and a plastic jug of milk in hand. This topic of knives has come up so many times recently, and my mother was eliciting me as to mentioning ceramic blades versus steel ones, and all that suddenly didn't seem to be very important for her. So... a third financial transaction of hers with the assembled choreographed clusterfuck milling about, not to mention a post-purchase trot of my mother past the ceramic dish ware, and lo, if it wasn't the EH line, the kind that I purchased about six weeks ago. Finally, the shopping was done, and once past the vehicle gangstalking, a short drive back to the care-home and the beaten path through the hallways and all the fucking hospital stink that I loathe so much, almost as bad as much as I loathe the sight of wheelchairs, another perp imposed Unfavored demographic/prop. And yes, there were plenty of fucking wheelchairs as well, even more than before; same hospital/care home, same patient population, just more of the wheelchairs out.

Finally, we drive from there with my managed consort of vehicles, this time featuring a wooden boat on a trailer, as the perps just love to ensure that I get plenty of wood exposure as part of the gangstalking proceedings. That, and paper, especially the "envelope crowd".

Other bullshit to report; last night the asshole pounded the ceiling and applied a simultaneous zapping, and regular readers will know how much I like being zapped. Enough to scream at the assholes very loud, all to be fucked agin in the same manner, and even a louder screaming at the asshole resulted. I was allowed to get up with the alarm at 0700h with no dream intrusion recollections, and got riled up at least 10x at breakfast for various incursions; pulling items from my grasp, putting crumbs on my fingertips as I am grasping an object, teleporting crumbs onto the just-cleaned counter, and a few other provocations. They like breaking up the chocolate bar themselves more of late; breaks will spontaneously erupt in the packaging or it will break on the unintended breakline, no matter my attempts to do execute my intent with appropriate application of physical force. Another big deal for the assholes would be starting an infrequently used brand of soap for my morning shower; the Neutrogena glycerine soap in rectangular bars had been lying on the bottom of the cupboard for some six months as spare, and now I used it for the first time this morning. Always a big deal for the perps, the inaugural use of a product that has been arranged to lie fallow for the permitted duration, especially if it contacts one's skin, e.g. clothes. So..., it replaced the Pears soap that is a slightly deeper shade and has a bit of perfume in it. I prefer no perfume or odiferous adjuncts, such as the Neutrogena soap, but it dissapates so fast that it doesn't last more than four days. Anyhow, it was important enough that they also screwed me into taking an extra shower this evening on account of a messy crap they forced on me, the third in four days, something of a record in recent years.

And that should do it for today; all this Fuckover "action" and onto what is looking to be a contained day at home tomorrow.

Fire Alarm Time

1205h
I haven't had a fire alarm for at least 10 months or more, but they pulled one this morning after I had been web surfing for some two hours. And of minor note, they forced me to have a pee before I headed out while the alarm bell was clanging in the hallway outside my apartment. They had two motorized wheel chair acts on me in the LD store while I was passing the time and not wanting to stand outside the apartment building while the fire department did their thing. The wheelchair acts were within 10' of each other, 90 degree offset, and made sure to dither in my path just ahead of me. I also got sent down the wrong aisle to compound the exposure time to the freaking wheelchair tail.

Now another one...

1240h
Back after a second fire alarm went off, though no yellow fire trucks this time. I went to the local supermarket and looked for some knick knack foods to test them out for nutritional purposes should I start daffodil bulb picking later this year. Or, at least, that was the planted rationale. And lo, if there wasn't yet another motorized wheelchair act, this time on the street after just exiting the supermarket. The theory, likely planted but has merit, is that the wheelchair acts/gangstalkers are replicating the seated position, and are in effect a
portable gangstalking emulation of what I had been doing for some two hours before the first fire alarm went off, I was seated in front of this LCD monitor, doing my regular news websurfing. And too, it might be that I loathe the sight of wheelchairs for some reason my tormentors know better than I do. Chances are they were using the same gangstalking method during the lost years of recall deletion, aged 2 to 5 y.o., and hence, have subconscious traumatization associations they cannot yet fuck with.

And the force was ready for my return to the building; a red haired woman packing a microwave (read, big magnet) wrapped up in black plastic not seeming to be concerned with the fact there was no moving going on nearby or the usual cover story. The perps have been heavy on black plastic recently; they put a huge rust stained wad of it in the first garbage can that I empty and carry around at the part time cleaning job. I suspect the rust stains might have been there for electromagnetic purposes, though it is always a mystery as to when they need these props locally, and when they don't. My 12" kitchen knife that would bleed rust if not dried immediately and it was converted to a rust free blade by some remotely applied alchemic means early in the harassment games in 2003.

And lo, after getting back after my second unplanned shopping visitation this morning, and taking off my jacket, the fire alarm went off for the third time, though only a 5 second burst. And again, once at the kitchen some minutes later, another short alarm bell burst. Can we say noisetracking?

1305h
Another fire alarm, no short burst; should I go or stay?

1408h
The alarm went on long enough to be a nuisance, so I put on my jacket and headed to the next level down when it stopped, and I returned immediately. That makes for three fire alarm durations for me to get up and head out so far today, and two short bursts. A total of five fire alarm events today, quite the fuckery. And as always, for the extended alarms, some 15 "residents" or so were gathered outside; I couldn't say I was the last out, but stopping for a PC shutdown, putting on my shoes and taking a pee gave me enough time to seriously ponder just who is actually living in this building. As mentioned in an earlier posting, the adjacent residential tower also seems bereft of a real population of residents, per fire call that was in the pictures I posted.

Time to post this I might not get back online later, and be heading out.

1545h
Not so; the phone is now conked out with no apparent cause. Internet access to the phone company is fine. So now, phone support via email just to play yet more fucking games with the assholes who have laid on the insanity extra thick already with five needless fire alarms events so far today. This is how it goes sometimes; they put on these major test days it seems. And not to mention the faux neighbor noise that has erupted as I am typing this. Earmuff time.

04-27-2009, next day
A wrap up of yesterday; the phone company didn't email back so I set off to take the bus, and lo, if it wasn't 12 minutes late when it is rarely late, and stacked with some 30 passengers, leaving one face-backward seat for me with two Unfavored freaks in front; a red-headed woman and a skinheaded male beside her. Normally, I look outside when on the bus to avoid the freaks, but it was at least three times that I was strangely compelled to look at the disgusting skinhead, a sight I particularly loathe, no matter the face. For a 1709h bus on a Sunday I would of expected maybe ten passengers, but I got the full meal deal. The alternate route bus was following as well, something they never do when N. bound, out of downtown. And for all that unplanned wait time at the bus stop, why, another minor freakshow of five clustered around, heavy on the red garments. And of course, the vehicular gangstalker show was in full force while captive at the bus stop; again, heavy on the red vehicle colors, but most often with accompanying white and silver-grey vehicles. If I don't get too messed with I will put up some pix.

Buzzy Mondays

1615h
I am being rendered into a spaced-out state today, a situation I don't care for one bit. It seems that Mondays, the day I return from a night at my perp-abetting parents' place, is the day they like to apply all what they "learned", harassment and mind control energetics, to me at my place.

That is the simplest explanation, as I sleep in the room that was normally mine, and it "so happens" my mother sleeps there most other days of the week. Some early morning thumping was going on, but I was too sleepy to know if it was the extra-active crows or an operative who can teleport into the atic. Yes, this has happened more than once in the mid-2003 days before I found my own suite and became the biggest activity magnet this city has ever known. And today, the perps upped the vehicular traffic outside in this non-thoroughfare residential (subdivision) street; they put on a constant stream of traffic as if a new commuting route had been discovered by many hundreds of seemingly disparate drivers.

And it was no surprise that my morning gardening maintenance activities took me to the front of the house where they put on the usual retinue of gangstalkers; the Plastic Bag Man, the pitlamping vehicles "pondering" their route in mid-street, the walkers and then the group with both a wheelchair and a halfwit act. Just like downtown, except delivered here to this sleepy subdivision house in a residential area while I was in the front yard to see all this transpire. Regular readers will know how much I loathe the sight of wheelchairs, and also know that the perps constantly stoke this by placing them around me wherever they can, including last week's stunning display of the operative sunning himself in the horizontal 3' off the ground in a public shopping area with the aid of controlled surfaces of the supposed wheelchair.

The masers and the plasma beams were flipping around the living room last night, and they also were especially strong when the very attractive blonde meteorologist was speaking about the weather. I can never get enough of watching her, and invariably the perps plan the dinner activities around disrupting me during her part of the news broadcast. They have me cut the roast then while overhearing her from the kitchen, they have me arrive in the living room partway through her broadcast, and a whole range of other variations. Yesterday, they arranged the game for me to see her last minute of the weather report, and then again at the news wrap up, just when the fuzzy maser ball came off the TV and toward me. The maser ball took at least a second or two to cover the 10' from the CRT TV, but it was decidedly aimed at me from the image of her. Anyhow, more TV schedule games came on later, and even my mother BS-ing about a certain show, only to find she "got it wrong", and it was the US Memorial Day ceremony at the Whitehouse on PBS. And of course the perps went and emo-trashed me, planting excessive and uncharacteristic emotional reaction to the ceremony that wouldn't cause me any duress whatsoever, if left alone.

Then more TV shows while at my parents' last night; British series, New Tricks, with an attractive blonde woman as the supervisor of retired dectectives brought back to look at cold cases. Regular readers will know that the perps like me to be exposed to UK accents and often top it with a Scottish accent. And they did; one of the characters in the show had a Scottish accent. The perps tell me this is to stimulate an adverse subconscious reaction to one of the Unfavored demographic group members. Their rationale is that I once met the infamous Dr. Ewen Cameron when he was at McGill and we stayed in Montreal in 1956-7. I have no recollection of this, and there are many other disturbing lapses of recall in my developmental years that the perps must of deleted. The damage was done, and the fuckers cannot remove them, or at least until recently, as they chase me all over with the Unfavored, and insert the odd Favored, often an attractive blonde woman, in the picture. Yesterday's swarm around me in the elevator lobby of this apartment building was an example; some 8 dudes and one attractive woman in a crimson dress with black hair. All too strange for a mid-Sunday afternoon to get my mailbox cleaned out.

1710h
I am getting beamed in the nuts currently, and am pissed off that this torture is going on. The perps have been upping the harassment of late, possibly because they see some benefits around the corner.

Now the tapping noise has started up, and it is time I stopped journalling to get something to eat.

1910h
The dusk onset focussed "reflections" are coming into my apartment; these are the faux reflections (plasma beams) of the setting sun off the opposite residential towers that "somehow" find their unerring way to my apartment at this time of day. There have been photographs in the postings of the last two weeks, and apart from troving through them, I will pass on supplying a link. There are three contributing residential towers in fact; the closet one is about 120' away, and has differing windows as the putative source, and today, has the outside lighting on in joining in the fray of casting illumination at this time. There is plenty of light here at this time of day and no reason for any streetlights or like. The other two towers also contribute; the Mosaic building usually about 1700h with the shutttered reflective venetian blinds has also been shown in recent past bloggings. See below for a exposition of the three beaming residential towers.

Regular readers will know that I live in a world where the color, quality, quantity and source of all lighting is highly managed, and that the responsible omnipotent party has an abiding need to perform their research at dusk time more than any other. My understanding is that there is a biological shift from the use of certain eye cell types, the rods and the cones, and the assholes cannot yet figure this out after 53 years of surrepticious research. Yet another case of their problem being made mine without any agreement on my part. This problem might relate to their ongoing research objectives of 100% mind control, or it may relate to their other objectives such as zapping and clunking from overhead when I "happened" to read the very name of this city in a web page about shipping container houses.

The entire shipping container as housing modules craze seems to be highly featured in the web pages I regularly view. I suppose this is only a variation on the inordinate amount of time my mind-keepers have me look at stereo components, also very box like in their shape. There is no genuine reason to view stereo components as I cannot afford them and I am constantly harassed as to what I am allowed to hear, see or read. I have had three CD players go kaput, one of which was repaired even. It was a NAD player, and they are very reliable. Which suggests some asshole can remotely and dynamically disrupt the circuitry any time they like. This has also been my experience with headphones (down four pairs) and gauss meters (down three).

1950h
I am getting more plastic bag stalking today, even as I type this. I see an operative was dragging one across the courtyard of the opposite building, and my mother was also in on this gig at her place in a number of capacities. She brought out a plastic garbage bag for the plants I dug up earlier this morning. She also had a number of nested plastic plant pots on the kitchen counter for no seeming reason, and she also helped out by sitting on a plastic plant pot when I was digging up another weed for her. The faux vagrants and street scum were on duty when I drove into downtown with her today; a green plastic tote was at the corner I turned, and a extra-loitering (faux) vagrant with his green plastic backpack wrappings (garbage bags), was close to the vehicle when I got out of the vehicle outside my apartment building. The seeming apartment manager was also on a rare street sweeping exercise when I pulled in, with plastic scoop bucket and broom. (But he somehow "missed" the brown colored cigarette butt at the front door). In all, the perps put on close to 40 ambulatory gangstalkers for my arrival when I got out of my parent's vehicle, and a 20' walk to the apartment doors. I have been inundated with ambulatory gangstalkers in other locations after exiting a vehicle after driving, so this flush of fuckers at this juncture is nothing new. The apparent scenario is that their obsessions over colors (red, brown, yellow predominantly), plastics, the Unfavored, and whatever else are all intertwined, and so having combinations and permutations of these is all part of the ongoing harassment/nonconsensual human experimentation. Regular readers will recall that I sometimes get an an attractive blonde woman gangstalker wearing brown as a "starter" color and specimen when first setting out or arriving at a locale. Then more of the Unfavored colors and human specimens are trotted out for me to see, and presumably energetically interact with for the benefit of the remote mind-keepers.

Taken 05-19-2008, 1744h. This is taken to demonstrate yet more parking orchestrations; the two silver-grey vehicles, one each side of the tree that has finally flushed out in leaf. And to the leftmost on the street parking, the ridiculous, but often used, tractor unit parked on the street at this time of day. It is likely placed there for a large mass of navy blue color, both in fiberglas (the air dam) and the cab, in steel.


















Taken 05-19-2008, 1744h. This is the source of the beam as the camera conveys it; a blanked out looking sliding glass door, and the adjacent smaller window. This came from higher up than the photograph above.


















A close-up of above. A rather strange bronzing color of the window mullions is also visible.












Taken 05-26-2008, 1842h, today, a short time ago. This must be all about feeding the story; I blog about it (above), and then I get the opportunity to photograph what I was blogging about. This is the N. most tower of the three, and is last in the rotation of "reflective" windows to beam into my apartment. As best as I can tell, the "reflection" isn't even coming off a window, the plasma source is located independently.












The original shot of the above, showing the dark clouds to increase the greyness and the contrast.














This has been posted before. This is tower number one with the supposed contiguous residents combining to have their venetian blinds down and at the same setting for blocking, aka faux reflecting, the later afternoon sun. Taken 05-16-2008, 1513h. All these "reflections" end up in my apartment, because how else would it be arranged?












2110h
An extended cascade of loud sirens erupted as I was looking at a web page about Mars, relating to its geology, and not today's landing of the Phoenix. But as Mars is topical, the perps feel they must "sample me" with other stories, separating the content into various decompostion topics; Mars, story, story provenance etc. Then, as if that wasn't enough, they planted the sensation of an insect crawling on my right neck, not once, but twice, all to incur more right hand (mouse hand) contact with me. The number of operatives scratching their heads or necks at any given time has increased of late, and the assholes are using the imposed "creepy crawlie" sensations to exact more remotely conducted measurement possibilities.



2140h
My regular Monday crap finally came due. I will spare the details, but the worst of it is the perps planting these strange anal sensations afterward. And lo, if it isn't simultaneous with this strange rash sensations on my right thigh; only sensation though, no actual rash. This faux rash has been on and off for months, but as Mondays are high harassment days, it would seem that the perps are likely mapping these two sensations together in bioenergetic terms. There are no coincidences in my life as I have come to know it. And no one has even come close to explaining this model in any other way. Now the overhead pounding has started up, likely for post-crap neural mapping. Regular readers will know of the perps obsession with all things brown, and that it culminates when taking a crap. I will leave it at that.

2235h
More insect games; arrivals of two insects tonight on my arm after the above mentioned creepy crawlie sensations. All to force me to get up and deal with it as well as have me wash my hands in the kitchen using blue colored dish detergent. The most arcane and infinitesimal of activities is highly scrutinized and arranged, especially if it falls outside the habitual.

Time to call this day done and ponder what nightime games are going to unfold; keeping me awake on Monday nights is now "routine", and the insect harassment sensations are gathering importance.

A Triple Header

1135h
I have returned from staying at my perp abetting parent's place and having seen the television news last night, it was a rare weather event in Canada. Three simultaneous storms; BC, Ontario and the Maritime provinces. The meterologist could not recall this ever happening before. We got rain in Victoria, and Vancouver got the snow. Ongoing rain is expected this week for this region. Maybe it was a manifestation of global warming trends, though regular readers will know that there is often a local weather coincidence that is strangely consistent.

It rained all night, then stopped when I was having breakfast, and true to form, it begain raining when setting off driving my parent's vehicle, with my mother, to downtown Victoria where I live. I cannot count the number of times rain onset begins when I begin driving their vehicle on Mondays. It is getting as consistent as needing to take a crap on the same weekday, a 8 week long coincidence so far.

1325h
A repeat of last Monday's shopping action; the acquisition of a hot cooked chicken, my major protein source, following being dropped off from my parent's place. Last Monday only half chickens were availible, which enabled the perps to schedule another Chicken Run a week later in similar circumstances. And of course a full-on gangstalking phalanx was in place, begining with the putative manager and the maintenance dude, artfully setting themselves up in the lobby such that the only sensible route was between them. They had a too-short aluminum stepladder in place as well, one of the perp's very favorite stalking props. And they were still there some 10 minutes later when I returned, a semi-legit excuse, save the seeming maintenance man sitting on the couch for whatever reason, still chatting with the manager about non-work related topics. No big deal.

In the grocery store it was nuts again; this time putting on the wheelchair act to keep following me, and also the big yellow coated brown skinned dude also paraded himself in the store, the checkout, outside attending to his grocery bag, and then proceeding only 6' ahead of me and bringing out his yellow umbrella (different shade of yellow) among a swarm of at least ten other ambulatory gangstalkers converging from two directions.

I even got a MIB like gangstalker departing the grocery store to proceed me across the intersection, returning to the store at the same moment at the W. entrance while I entered at the E. entrance after dropping off my letter in the mailbox, and then he swept by the hot chicken counter some 6' ahead of me. He was dressed in a long black coat with a stiff brimmed black hat, way too austere for this hikey-bikey town. Funny how he timed his entrance at the exact moment as I did, making an excursion outside the store that was exactly timed to be the same duration as my posting my letter. Anyhow, nothing new about the blatant nature or strangeness, but it does suggest that there are important and fundamental energetics issues related to time, and to location with respect to the same event. e.g. entering a store.

I was glad to get out of there with the wheelchair act that kept reprising, a method to place spoked wheels in my proximity not unlike the bicycles that are transitting the sidewalks even where there are ample cycling lanes, another perp civic improvement/imposition. Regular readers will know that the perps like to place stressed metals around me as much as possible, and with the wheel spokes in constant tension, and the bicycle movement presenting constant loading change to the spokes, that just might be the reason.

While outside I got my red dressed gangstalker in lead-ahead mode, as it seems that the perps cannot get enough of this color close to me for long enough. Only four days ago they had a crimson red poncho wearing woman trail me for 300'. This time it was a male gangstalker wearing bright red fleece, so perhaps there is a gender association to the energetics research they are undertaking and that it is independent of the favored and unfavored demographic groups they like to draw the gangstalkers from. As I typed that I got the overhead pounding, a coincidence that may have some bearing on the deemed importance of this concept to the perps. Who knows, as it is not that important to me. It is the ghastly freakshow that I get tagged with that is more annoying, not to mention the ongoing typo sabotage.

And a new never-before mind-fuck event the perps let me in on today; they planted the perception that I was at the end of reading a sentence when I wasn't. I was totally jerked around, and it is also likely that they controlled my cognitive abilities such that they also controlled me in noticing this latest variant of mental sabotage.

1435h
It must be a photonic testing day; my apartment got especially dim and I was obliged to put the lights on to see properly, or else be the subject of various light/dark perception games. There is no end of strange goings on lately with this line of investigation. Getting nailed in the eyes with a surveyor's laser transit four days ago is only one such example. It makes me wonder what else is going on that I don't know about.

The plasma and maser enrgies coming off the TV at my paren'ts place last night was getting severe. Then the perps combined this with what I call "emo-trashing", creating and planting an emotional reaction to the news that is totally out of character, as if deeply moved. This is an example of being jerked with in concert with extra magnetic energy games, the plasma and maser beams. At the other end of the spectrum, they caused me to be totally disassociated when their operative was jaywalking among moving vehicle traffic three days ago. I have never experienced either of these emotional ranges until all this fucking harassment started, and the perps are cranking me up all the more of late, still on their relentless quest that requires subjugation, and no consent to this horrific and sick-minded abuse that is their stock in trade.

1535h
It strikes me as odd that something so fundamental doesn't make the news, especially when it is an entirely new way to look at the universe, and that includes us mortals. This is the topic of dark energy, thought to be prevalent throughout the universe, and its related form, dark matter. In fact, these two forms of energy are postulated to make up 96% of all energy and matter, with the known forms making up only 4%. That means in essence, these "dark" energy forms are all around us and we cannot see or directly experience them. If one should suggest that this could be construed as etheric energy, further approbation is attached. And what if some party could manipulate this energy by remote means, and if such manipulations had an effect on gravitational energy? Sounds like a plausible plot line to me, especially after what I go through in any given day, but I am not going to promote this concept, as I cannot, or am not allowed, to retain this kind of knowledge. I am kept at the level of being an assembler of facts it would seem, hence this blog. But it does strike me as odd that this dark energy detection and assertion is now 10 years old, and not much of it crosses into the public realm. Just one of those "random" thoughts, which really a means a scripted and planted notion in all likelihood.

Here is another item to chill one to the bone; there are 16 spy agencies in the US, and I reckon that some must operate in Canada to aid the operatives that are harassing innocent citizens here. The CIA was created to coordinate all this intelligence and not to have any operational arm, and yet that never happened, and the 9/11 tragedy is said to be a failure of intelligence coordination. I suspect that there is way too many odditiies about 9/11 that could be ascribed to coordination problems, but I do find it alarming that these are in effect stand alone entities, each with their own mission. My "out there" speculation is that they are proxies for the covert harassment operations, the ones that apply extra-conventional gravitic forces and other games like dematerialization to make objects dissapear "by themselves" without need of a breakin or physical presence. Anyhow, more fodder for the speculation mill, something I won't go into at length here, as this blog is about the nitty gritty of being harassed in all the details, especially the depravity of it all.

1845h
My 9 week track record of being forced to take a shit on Mondays has continued; this time I was forced to clean up in the shower owing to more of this particular stunt that has abated for almost as long until tonight. That makes for a foul mood for the rest of this evening, the thought that someone is monitoring and harassing me in taking a shit. And only 5.5 years of this by now, and still no relief in sight, especially with the escalated and blatant gangstalking and harassment stunts going down.

The faked touches harassment is increasing; this is where the sensation of touching something is remotely applied, usually when my hand or foot that is not directly observed that is within 12" of a putative source. The reality is that I am not that clumsy, and every time I look to evaluate the circumstances my limbs are well away from the seeming cause. It used to be about 3" tolerance, that is, if my hand or foot was within 3" of another object and when I was not directly viewing it in peripherial vision, the sickos would often apply a faked touch. Now, they are under no such constraint as to make the nominative cause look as close as it was. Needless to say, this sensory incursion is fucking annoying as one cannot trust one's sense of touch or proprioception to be accurate. Call this a debased reality by way of depraved sickos. And they got me enraged more than once while making dinner, still their number one play. And with voice morphing, my voice not sounding the same about every ten seconds or so.

2220h
I was allowed to be lost listening to Roy Orbison on Youtube, even if there was background noise of clunking, loud mufflered vehicles and the usual noise lineup. Watching music videos isn't without the hazards of being harassed; sometimes the image will suddenly get garbled up to convey one's favorite performers as freakish. All part of the goings on, new and wondrous image manipulations among the many others.

Time to call this done, and expect my ructions from overhead to send me off to sleep, perhaps in two hour's of it.