2010h
The UPS parcel finally arrived at 1700h, plenty dark then. The UPS delivery man, same one as usual, seemed to need to stand in the dimmest light possible, standing away from the doorway, off to the side which was unusual given my past interactions with him. As this was the sixth parcel from STP, and hopefully the last in a while, it was the first one that was delivered to my door, all the others being picked up by me due to work considerations. And it was the first that was opened here, as they have all been opened up at my mother's place or even the farm when I took my lunchtime to retrieve a parcel there. And plenty of noisestalking was added to the event of opening the parcel too, plastic bags and all. I got next summer's SPF shirts, and two more mid-weight longsleeve undershirts which really serve as sweaters and are my new "go to" shirts, having been wearing stretch cotton T-shirts for the last five years. And I got a $5 black fleece scarf to fill out the order to over $100 to get me a !0% discount.
In the afternoon there was an imposed pressing "need" to launder the turquoise fleece scarf by itself, even if I did get delayed by an Asian woman at the washing machine on the first attempt. This evening, I headed out to the tanning salon at 1845h with my new black scarf on and got to the lobby, and lo, if there wasn't a three gangstalker confluence there, with the lead dude hauling a black tote luggage ahead of his seeming girlfriend, slinging a bag with red and yellow boxes in it. And I follow them out the door, and lo, if there isn't a negro dude coming at me, wanting to get in, and lo, if he wasn't also hauling a black tote luggage very much like the first dude. Like WTF; how can it possibly be a coinicdence that we have a black tote luggage gauntlet for me to pass between at the freaking doorway? I am constant dealing with Fuckwit gangstalker confluences at every doorway I egress, and here we have the Wheeled-Tote Gang setting me up to walk between them at the doorway. Never mind the negro, yet another new one, and from the Unfavored crowd that so likes to parade around me all day long.
Off to the tanning salon to get "lit up" and then to the LD store to load up on chocolate. I am plain exasperated with how much chocolate the perps have me buy and eat, and their relentless brown color games, skin colors included. Another dude confluence at the end of the aisle after I picked up the specialty shaving foam, another imposed "need" when I have two cans here already, one purchased this morning. One Fuckwit standing looking at the aisle end display pretending to being oblivious to being in the way, with other Fuckwits coming up behind him, and me passing between. Then at the Milka chocolate section, why a Fuckwit pair loitering there, some kid in a dumbstruck hang-dog pose and his apparent mother. A strange pair who didn't seem to be very engaged, and then took off when I got within 6' or so. There were they on my way to the shaving foam, and were still in place when I came back, giving them at least two minutes of shopping time, and still they couldn't decide. What is it about all these apparent shoppers being so dumbstruck, if not bending over to look more?
Then my dude posse when I exited, two ahead of me, one being the lollygagging dude ahead of me at the checkout (should of been long gone), and one behind me on plastic shopping bag stalking duty, doing his throat clearing all of a sudden. This was after they arranged for me to pass between two large bags of bread loaves as there is a bread bakery on the corner and seemingly, they were closing up for the day. The bakery staff member had her vehicle opposite the door with the sidewalk in-between, and somehow managed to place one bag at the bakery door to keep it open, and one bag was taken to the vehicle tailgate where she was opening up as I passed through the bread loaves gauntlet. And where have I mentioned breadstalking before? Here, on this blog, at least 30x or more.
Posting it late, 1800h, 11-15-2011
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, December 15, 2008
Snow Scraping Outside
1545h
The snow and the cold make for perp silly season, and there has been plenty of it while out at my parent's place and upon my return this afternoon. And for the first time, that ridiculous street scraping noise that "erupts" from outside in the evenings has a genuine cover story; the snow is being scraped with some kind of metallic scraper in the parking lot below, and so this moment becomes prime noisestalking time as I also digest my tea and chocolate. The faux neighbor water usage noises have also been erupting, and too, another perp favorite, dimming the ambient lighting conditions. They cannot get enough research/harassment parameters in at once it would seem. [Postscript; I never did find anyone outside actually scraping snow after an hour of this noise.]
The city bus ride back was its usual freakshow, and indeed, a big crush of gangstalkers putting on the red, brown and white colors in great abundance. I even had two blondes, (usually as an introductory gangstalker because they are Favored) parked next to me; one in front with a sleeping child in a stroller, and one aged with absurd deep brown sunglasses next to me in a mid-brown coat, and who took special efforts to lean on me at times. The cell phoning dudes in their touques and shades were in abundance, and they even put on a vagrant who also has access to a cell phone. They especially like to put on extra electromagnetic emanations in my proximity when the bus is rounding bends and corners, or following changes in direction of the arterial streets. The parody that I have been planted with is a play on the TV series, Secret Agent Man; now, Secret Vagrant Man, and before that, Secret Asian Man. All being way too obvious and of course, nothing secret about the Fuckwits as that isn't permitted anymore; they want me to notice their fuckers on duty, and the more visceral and repugnant "my" (planted) reaction, the better it would seem for the perps.
1625h
And what is with the gangstalkers putting on "huggy" and "kissy" moments around me these days? I haven't seen so much public affection erupting in years, but it seems contrived to say the least. One act on the bus had the dude standing over the woman who was seated, and planting kisses on her head, shrouded in a blood red knitted hat he put on her head. I was enough to make me puke, along with the other red wearing Fuckwits encirling me. Then when this act departed, on came an elderly unattached woman in a mid-brown colored coat with a blood red fleece scarf. Perhaps the perps are testing for more color complexity these days, something I have noted in past blog postings, and not always allowed to be noticed at the time.
Other gangstalking consistent acts on the bus were the luggage packers; the tote style luggage with the wheels on the bottom, and two 20 year old males with same make and style luggage came on and sat next to each other. The color of the cases were dark and I could not see any emanations coming off them, as usually the emanations, if visible, are a blackish or greyish color. I have no idea what the perps might put in these over abundant luggage packing acts, but it seems likely that some kind of electronic devices might be in order. They like to plant them ahead of me when being toted on the sidewalk. I have seen emanations from roof pods off vehicles, so it would not surprise me that the Fuckwits are packing various devices. On at least two occasions they brought out a brick sized electronic device from the gangstalkers' inside jacket, and they must of known I would of seen it at the time. They were far too large for modern day cell phones, so they may be used for localizing some kind of communications, emanations and research related fuckery. And of course, the backpacks are ubiquitous, and those too maybe deployed for nefarious purposes.
And more left movement mouse pointer fuckery; it moves fine up and down and to the right side, but isn't allowed even half the normal speed when moving left. I wonder what the deal is on this one; testing some kind of thought and kinesthetic interactions with expected outcome perhaps. [Postscript; I took the base of the mouse/Trackball apart and applied some obligatory cleaning with Qtips, and lo, the mouse is extra active now].
2200h
I did my cleaning job at a nearby Mazda dealership tonight; the boss man came 30 minutes late and that, and the tracking of snow and consequent meltwater into the building today, the cleaning job took two hours, twice the purported duration. I haven't quite figured out what the job initiation nonsense was about when he said it takes 45 minutes, as I haven't been able to do my part in less than 1 hour, 15 minutes. Perhaps this is all about more "exposure time" for all things related to duration, time, measurement of time and the rest of it that the perps routinely noisestalk me over, as well as develop these concepts as part of my scripted existence.
I noticed that the boss man came exactly when I had the cover a paper towel dispenser down, and readied for cleaning on the inside. The paper towel roll had already been mounted with some fuckery games to get me cranked up, and I was all set to clean it when he called me down to pay me, and even gave me a $50 Christmas bonus.
I met the car dealership owner at the front door; he is still on his assigned "Victim Tour", a common perp setup that has extended to this business as it has for so many. I don't quite know what the perps get out of business owners, or apartment building owners interacting with me, but it was at least friendly tonight.
As part of the intensified perp fuckery on Monday, I had a 10.5 hour sleep, such as it was with multiple awakenings, meat aerial games and parental skulking in the hallway and staircases, one passing directly under the room that I sleep in. This made for a very late morning start, and hence no shower or shaving this morning, both of which are high harassment activities. I assume it is the contact with water that the perps cannot yet understand in terms of their energetics research; water intake, source, drinking vessel, even contact, and any like interactions are of intense perp interest, and continue to be highly noisestalked and with harassment fuckery like flicking water droplets about, jerking with the water stream and temperature from the faucets, causing readjustment of the faucets, and endless other combinations and permutations. It wasn't enough that I was on a Masters Swim team for 15 years in two cities and that all the members were in on the harassement and presumably cooperating with the sickos. The perps stopped me swimming since 2004 by remotely invoking anxiousness sensations while swimming, and then completed this with an over-the-top stunt of lining up all the regular male gangstalkers in file as I was headed to the changeroom. They knew it was my last pool swim, and ever since, I have never "felt" (read, mindfucked state) like going back. Now, 4 years later, the assholes still haven't re-established this exercise activity, and have also eliminated weight training and one hour walking/commutes as part of my activities.
And I have long suspected that shaving is also a major perp interest owing to the ongoing fuckery and routine changes in this activity. It might even be the contact with the razor blades themselves that the perps are so cranked about as they have me eat finger foods for the most part to dispense with the use of cutlery. Any chopping action is a high noisestalked event, and often other fuckery is introduced to get me rage-ified at the same time.
There have been plenty of other Monday events that I haven't detailed, but continue to fit the perp pattern; pruning evergreen trees for foliage decoration was one such activity. I am routinely gangstalked by foliage bearing work trucks and trailers, and have been active on doing tree pruning at both my parent's place and my in-town brother's place. Even my non-gardening brother starts whacking at plants with shears in my presence, so I haven't yet figured out why it is that the perps are so fixated on me being proximate to activities such as pruning, lawn cutting and tree cutting as well as being around transported foliage cuttings and plant debris. And today, they had me do the pruning over the lawn area, and then over a concrete pathway with the mail delivery person happening to arrive while I was doing the latter activity. And then my mother disrupted this activity by having me deliver the neighbor's mail that was delivered to her by "mistake". In other words, the assholes have me temporarily vacate the location of my activity and then return. This "disruption fucking" has been increasing of late, and any activity is game; from doing breakfast the same way for over five years, to writing my name and to speech; it all has been under greater disruption fucking of late. Forced pee sensations are common to disrupt me in my apartment, forced "pen problems" to incurr rewriting and forced errors in speech are respective examples.
Another event today was discussing the cost of my new glasses with my mother. She has now backed off on paying for them in full, and blithely uttered something about paying for part of them at Christmas. This is yet another funding fuck from that quarter; she said she would pay for them, and I told her how much it would be, and now she backed off leaving me hanging with the extra cost in this ever cycling bullshit of disability payments not covering enough of my imposed expenses. Regular readers will know that this isn't the first time that financial "foggery"/fuckery has come from her. Last year promised payment for driving them on a holiday came to nothing, and no mention of a similar offer this year for the same duration and type of excursion trip.
Enough today, and now to ponder how much sleep I will be allowed tonight.
2300h
An add-on. I read Rachael O's caustic rendering of the TI condition, and as it "happens" I am not even free to read this on my own. No sir; the assholes were remotely creating muscle spasms in my thighs and back while reading her work, and this is not the first time this "coincidence" has happened. It is totally fucking sick that I am not allowed to do anything without intervention, fuckery and jerkarounds. And by myself.
The snow and the cold make for perp silly season, and there has been plenty of it while out at my parent's place and upon my return this afternoon. And for the first time, that ridiculous street scraping noise that "erupts" from outside in the evenings has a genuine cover story; the snow is being scraped with some kind of metallic scraper in the parking lot below, and so this moment becomes prime noisestalking time as I also digest my tea and chocolate. The faux neighbor water usage noises have also been erupting, and too, another perp favorite, dimming the ambient lighting conditions. They cannot get enough research/harassment parameters in at once it would seem. [Postscript; I never did find anyone outside actually scraping snow after an hour of this noise.]
The city bus ride back was its usual freakshow, and indeed, a big crush of gangstalkers putting on the red, brown and white colors in great abundance. I even had two blondes, (usually as an introductory gangstalker because they are Favored) parked next to me; one in front with a sleeping child in a stroller, and one aged with absurd deep brown sunglasses next to me in a mid-brown coat, and who took special efforts to lean on me at times. The cell phoning dudes in their touques and shades were in abundance, and they even put on a vagrant who also has access to a cell phone. They especially like to put on extra electromagnetic emanations in my proximity when the bus is rounding bends and corners, or following changes in direction of the arterial streets. The parody that I have been planted with is a play on the TV series, Secret Agent Man; now, Secret Vagrant Man, and before that, Secret Asian Man. All being way too obvious and of course, nothing secret about the Fuckwits as that isn't permitted anymore; they want me to notice their fuckers on duty, and the more visceral and repugnant "my" (planted) reaction, the better it would seem for the perps.
1625h
And what is with the gangstalkers putting on "huggy" and "kissy" moments around me these days? I haven't seen so much public affection erupting in years, but it seems contrived to say the least. One act on the bus had the dude standing over the woman who was seated, and planting kisses on her head, shrouded in a blood red knitted hat he put on her head. I was enough to make me puke, along with the other red wearing Fuckwits encirling me. Then when this act departed, on came an elderly unattached woman in a mid-brown colored coat with a blood red fleece scarf. Perhaps the perps are testing for more color complexity these days, something I have noted in past blog postings, and not always allowed to be noticed at the time.
Other gangstalking consistent acts on the bus were the luggage packers; the tote style luggage with the wheels on the bottom, and two 20 year old males with same make and style luggage came on and sat next to each other. The color of the cases were dark and I could not see any emanations coming off them, as usually the emanations, if visible, are a blackish or greyish color. I have no idea what the perps might put in these over abundant luggage packing acts, but it seems likely that some kind of electronic devices might be in order. They like to plant them ahead of me when being toted on the sidewalk. I have seen emanations from roof pods off vehicles, so it would not surprise me that the Fuckwits are packing various devices. On at least two occasions they brought out a brick sized electronic device from the gangstalkers' inside jacket, and they must of known I would of seen it at the time. They were far too large for modern day cell phones, so they may be used for localizing some kind of communications, emanations and research related fuckery. And of course, the backpacks are ubiquitous, and those too maybe deployed for nefarious purposes.
And more left movement mouse pointer fuckery; it moves fine up and down and to the right side, but isn't allowed even half the normal speed when moving left. I wonder what the deal is on this one; testing some kind of thought and kinesthetic interactions with expected outcome perhaps. [Postscript; I took the base of the mouse/Trackball apart and applied some obligatory cleaning with Qtips, and lo, the mouse is extra active now].
2200h
I did my cleaning job at a nearby Mazda dealership tonight; the boss man came 30 minutes late and that, and the tracking of snow and consequent meltwater into the building today, the cleaning job took two hours, twice the purported duration. I haven't quite figured out what the job initiation nonsense was about when he said it takes 45 minutes, as I haven't been able to do my part in less than 1 hour, 15 minutes. Perhaps this is all about more "exposure time" for all things related to duration, time, measurement of time and the rest of it that the perps routinely noisestalk me over, as well as develop these concepts as part of my scripted existence.
I noticed that the boss man came exactly when I had the cover a paper towel dispenser down, and readied for cleaning on the inside. The paper towel roll had already been mounted with some fuckery games to get me cranked up, and I was all set to clean it when he called me down to pay me, and even gave me a $50 Christmas bonus.
I met the car dealership owner at the front door; he is still on his assigned "Victim Tour", a common perp setup that has extended to this business as it has for so many. I don't quite know what the perps get out of business owners, or apartment building owners interacting with me, but it was at least friendly tonight.
As part of the intensified perp fuckery on Monday, I had a 10.5 hour sleep, such as it was with multiple awakenings, meat aerial games and parental skulking in the hallway and staircases, one passing directly under the room that I sleep in. This made for a very late morning start, and hence no shower or shaving this morning, both of which are high harassment activities. I assume it is the contact with water that the perps cannot yet understand in terms of their energetics research; water intake, source, drinking vessel, even contact, and any like interactions are of intense perp interest, and continue to be highly noisestalked and with harassment fuckery like flicking water droplets about, jerking with the water stream and temperature from the faucets, causing readjustment of the faucets, and endless other combinations and permutations. It wasn't enough that I was on a Masters Swim team for 15 years in two cities and that all the members were in on the harassement and presumably cooperating with the sickos. The perps stopped me swimming since 2004 by remotely invoking anxiousness sensations while swimming, and then completed this with an over-the-top stunt of lining up all the regular male gangstalkers in file as I was headed to the changeroom. They knew it was my last pool swim, and ever since, I have never "felt" (read, mindfucked state) like going back. Now, 4 years later, the assholes still haven't re-established this exercise activity, and have also eliminated weight training and one hour walking/commutes as part of my activities.
And I have long suspected that shaving is also a major perp interest owing to the ongoing fuckery and routine changes in this activity. It might even be the contact with the razor blades themselves that the perps are so cranked about as they have me eat finger foods for the most part to dispense with the use of cutlery. Any chopping action is a high noisestalked event, and often other fuckery is introduced to get me rage-ified at the same time.
There have been plenty of other Monday events that I haven't detailed, but continue to fit the perp pattern; pruning evergreen trees for foliage decoration was one such activity. I am routinely gangstalked by foliage bearing work trucks and trailers, and have been active on doing tree pruning at both my parent's place and my in-town brother's place. Even my non-gardening brother starts whacking at plants with shears in my presence, so I haven't yet figured out why it is that the perps are so fixated on me being proximate to activities such as pruning, lawn cutting and tree cutting as well as being around transported foliage cuttings and plant debris. And today, they had me do the pruning over the lawn area, and then over a concrete pathway with the mail delivery person happening to arrive while I was doing the latter activity. And then my mother disrupted this activity by having me deliver the neighbor's mail that was delivered to her by "mistake". In other words, the assholes have me temporarily vacate the location of my activity and then return. This "disruption fucking" has been increasing of late, and any activity is game; from doing breakfast the same way for over five years, to writing my name and to speech; it all has been under greater disruption fucking of late. Forced pee sensations are common to disrupt me in my apartment, forced "pen problems" to incurr rewriting and forced errors in speech are respective examples.
Another event today was discussing the cost of my new glasses with my mother. She has now backed off on paying for them in full, and blithely uttered something about paying for part of them at Christmas. This is yet another funding fuck from that quarter; she said she would pay for them, and I told her how much it would be, and now she backed off leaving me hanging with the extra cost in this ever cycling bullshit of disability payments not covering enough of my imposed expenses. Regular readers will know that this isn't the first time that financial "foggery"/fuckery has come from her. Last year promised payment for driving them on a holiday came to nothing, and no mention of a similar offer this year for the same duration and type of excursion trip.
Enough today, and now to ponder how much sleep I will be allowed tonight.
2300h
An add-on. I read Rachael O's caustic rendering of the TI condition, and as it "happens" I am not even free to read this on my own. No sir; the assholes were remotely creating muscle spasms in my thighs and back while reading her work, and this is not the first time this "coincidence" has happened. It is totally fucking sick that I am not allowed to do anything without intervention, fuckery and jerkarounds. And by myself.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Second Early Morning Storm in Two Days
1210h
I really don't care what the weather does much except that I am prepared for it when out. But the early morning storms mean something different for the perps; it translates to waking me up to hear it, and especially all the added vehicle noises (engines, horns, backup beepers,etc.), logging whistles of diminishing faintness, street hollaring and the putative neighbor noises. The full meal deal of noisestalking while awake in the horizontal position with the streets cleaned up by way of the weather. No street sweepers this time, even if there are no parked vehicles in the way. Thankfully the wind howling bullshit noises were not added into last night's games, and I got within an hour of a real night's sleep.
I got my glasses repaired from yesterday's dust-up, a minimum of cost and hassle, as the technician bent the frame back to straight again. And somehow she seemed to immediately know that the frame style could not be purchased anymore, as that was the other option if repair wasn't doable. Which suggests that the statement might be really intended to infer that there is a later perp plan to fuck with my glasses and have me purchase a new pair of frames and new lenses. Just leave a $1,000 bill on my dresser one night and I will accomodate the perps, along with getting a new eyeglasses prescription. Not likely to happen based on experience.
I got my usual swarm of red-coats, the male gangstalkers with their backpacks on my 10 minute outing to the opticians earlier this morning. And that was the scripted time to get rid of the old keyboard and a huge bolt of rose pink curtain cloth that never ended up in use. (And this cloth was a likely color reference for the perps who seem not to need it here anymore). This was at the charity on this street, the recipient to at least five dolly loads of boxes that I took there earlier this year.
A gangstalking trait that was evident this morning was the operative packing a yellow banana in their hand while undertaking their stalking duties. I can only assume this is comparable to other perps packing white paper documents around, as I had another pair this morning do this. Other weird color reference objects in the past have been ceramic dinner plates, toting wheeled luggage (ahead of me on-street and again in the elevator today), art quality cardboard (once wrapped up in plastic), and of course the usual pedestrian props of backpacks, bags etc.
And a lookalike of yesterday's assailant was also planted as a gangstalker; I assume he was morphed over from yesterday's stunt, and this is also a perp trait, reprising the gangstalkers in other locations, lighting conditions and clothing colors.
1250h
The perps are also promoting in my mind, the "need" to get a tan at a tanning booth. This was a new "habit" I picked up in 2000, and ended in 2002 with the perps assailing me with driving head pains while in the vertical tanning booth, not a bed. Funny how much of the pre-overt harassment activities are coming back in some form. To this end, the local tanning studio's vehicle was coursing by yesterday on my walking, but this could be all a feint in any event.
And funny how that I am being encouraged to engage in activities I cannot afford, and truly are not for the fixed income crowd like me, already on a rent subsidy. I don't quite understand where the perps are coming from on these planted notions.
1345h
The hallway coughing suddenly came on; I was reading about mind-control sites, obviously something near and dear to the perp's heart, as if I needed to know. Just another example of noisestalking me when reading anything related to this harassment objectives. I can only assume that the perps planted this noise as projected sound as there was no one in the hallway, and it nearly always sounds the same. Quite the cough that.
1410h
More smells being jammed up my nose, something else that has increased in frequency of late. A dull day seems to be the planned event, though not a shut-in day as I did get out as mentioned above to get my glasses repaired.
And plenty of masers leading ahead or following behind where I am to place or retrieve something. And more plasma games as well; a navy blue stripe over my dinner plate for about 2 seconds, 4" x 1/2". This is especially true for shaving; I get these squiggly vertical black lines emanating from my face as I bring the razor in close to my face. These blackish lines then sit off my face for some 10 to 20 seconds and may move toward me as they do so.
Last night when getting ready for bed the perps pulled some more games. They re-blooded my wound so the white towel got blooded up, and then to aid in their red testing, they placed a 1/4" square of red pepper on the towel. I don't have any food of this description, and never have, and yet there is was, "somehow" attached to a vertically draped towel on the rail, just after I put the it back there. I then removed this red pepper piece, and placed it in the garbage, but the perps fooled me and kept it on my fingers for an additonal 20 seconds until I was allowed to notice it again. Anyhow, I did get rid of it on the second pass, or at least in my garbage can, and this appeared to be a further red color test, as this pepper fragment was an orange red, unlike the blood the assholes had just squeezed out of my wound that would of been scabbed over by then.
And lo, while transiting a whole block to the eyeglass repair business, the perps hadn't placed some garbage on the street, some of which was an orange red portion of a tomato. I had my wheeled tote gangstalker ahead of me, and I am sure the entire event of me observing their planted garbage was a big deal.
1625h
I am getting the afternoon sleepies, the barely awake treatment again, both before and after tea. So much for the tea thesis being an invigorating drink with these emanations beating down on me; visible masers and plasma beams, by abiding companions.
1845h
Back to my online world, where the perps like to have me, likely for the strong emanations from the LCD panel.
Here are some more pictures, these from Tuesday, 10-16-2007
This is called the Oak Bay Junction, the "x" shped intersection of Pandora, Oak Bay Ave. and Fort St. Here are six silver-grey vehicles in a cluster and one mid-grey in the next two pictures.
Besides the oddity of the event that six same colored vehicles are grouped together, with a ladder bearing pickup truck in for good measure, this was the very location I was attacked two days later, same time of day, coming back from gym class.
This is the last picture for the 10-16-2007 date, but here are four silver-grey vehicles in file with an embedded black colored vehicle. This cannot be random, and I defy anyone to genuinely tell me that they think it could be.
I am getting seriously noisestalked as I go into the detail and thoughts of what traspired at this location yesterday, so the perps must be plumbing for some kind of connection between a photo of a same color vehicle cluster at the location of being physically assaulted two days later. Who knows, and I don't care, as it is not my problem.
2005h
I am getting some small sharp pains in my temple regions every 20 minutes or so, as if someone is pulsing me with a electronic beam. Just a minute ago, it was coincident with a siren cascade noise from outside. Another freakish annoyance is a buzzing and an electification sensation on my right foot originating between my big and second toe, and buzzing into the foot, as if a energy meridian line is being over-activated.
And more plasma "flares", where an faux aberation, a projection in fact, jumps off this LCD display and comes toward me, some 3 to 6 per minute.
Some pictures from my 10-18-2007 outing, yesterday.
On close examination (zoom in), I count five white vehicles clustered together at this intersection, all are stopped at the traffic light. And the crowning vision of the orchestrated bozo driving is in this photo. In the foreground we have a first class bozo cum gangstalker stopped in the middle of the crosswalk for chrissakes. All to have this vehicle planted over top of where I usually walk, except this time I had to walk around this stunning piece of stupidity.
On my way to yoga I pass a commercial laundry and here is the staff parking lot, excuse the perp blurred image. I count one white, two silver greys, a mid-grey and a final black or very dark grey. A progression of greyscale, nicely arranged for me to pass by.
Outside of my yoga class the color coordinated jacket with the vehicle color is doing his "hang around", looking busy to keep this vehicle to jacket color coordinated pose for longer. A woman beside him is in "bend over" position for whatever reason, pretending to be accessing the driver side footwell area.
Now finished yoga, and at least 15 red colored vehicles came by in a swarm, here are four. And two operatives aka "bag men" on duty. The oncoming, right side in navy blue jacket, ubiquitous "Plastic Bag Man", a given, and in this case, a legit cover story,- bags from a local store. And relatively new is the "Brown Paper Bag Man", in a white sweat top, headed away from the picture. And I reckon the silver grey parked Ford is on color reference duty.
Nothing too, too strange here, save the ubiquitous color matching of the parked red pickup truck in file with the Coca Cola truck. This was the second "showing" for this latter mentioned vehicle; it had already featured as a gangstalking vehicle on my way to yoga, no picture though.
A color and object confluence I thought was interesting. Two blue vehicles, one a dark blue, the other a mid blue, passing by each other with a mid-grey toned vehicle behind the lighter blue vehicle in the foreground. And lo, if the male gangstalkers at the sidewalk weren't dressed in a dark blue and a mid blue too.
The third "showing" of the erstwhile Coca Cola truck on my morning's walkings. Just think of all that brown colored liquid the perps must be craving to test upon me as I walk by. It makes one wonder what really drives the popularity of these beverages.
2210h
More spasming eyelids, another incursion of late that is getting more frequent. The perps have me on an emotional suckdown tonight; no energy to do anything. Been there, done that.
2230h
Time to call this day done, and see what excitement the perps have me lined up for tomorrow.
I really don't care what the weather does much except that I am prepared for it when out. But the early morning storms mean something different for the perps; it translates to waking me up to hear it, and especially all the added vehicle noises (engines, horns, backup beepers,etc.), logging whistles of diminishing faintness, street hollaring and the putative neighbor noises. The full meal deal of noisestalking while awake in the horizontal position with the streets cleaned up by way of the weather. No street sweepers this time, even if there are no parked vehicles in the way. Thankfully the wind howling bullshit noises were not added into last night's games, and I got within an hour of a real night's sleep.
I got my glasses repaired from yesterday's dust-up, a minimum of cost and hassle, as the technician bent the frame back to straight again. And somehow she seemed to immediately know that the frame style could not be purchased anymore, as that was the other option if repair wasn't doable. Which suggests that the statement might be really intended to infer that there is a later perp plan to fuck with my glasses and have me purchase a new pair of frames and new lenses. Just leave a $1,000 bill on my dresser one night and I will accomodate the perps, along with getting a new eyeglasses prescription. Not likely to happen based on experience.
I got my usual swarm of red-coats, the male gangstalkers with their backpacks on my 10 minute outing to the opticians earlier this morning. And that was the scripted time to get rid of the old keyboard and a huge bolt of rose pink curtain cloth that never ended up in use. (And this cloth was a likely color reference for the perps who seem not to need it here anymore). This was at the charity on this street, the recipient to at least five dolly loads of boxes that I took there earlier this year.
A gangstalking trait that was evident this morning was the operative packing a yellow banana in their hand while undertaking their stalking duties. I can only assume this is comparable to other perps packing white paper documents around, as I had another pair this morning do this. Other weird color reference objects in the past have been ceramic dinner plates, toting wheeled luggage (ahead of me on-street and again in the elevator today), art quality cardboard (once wrapped up in plastic), and of course the usual pedestrian props of backpacks, bags etc.
And a lookalike of yesterday's assailant was also planted as a gangstalker; I assume he was morphed over from yesterday's stunt, and this is also a perp trait, reprising the gangstalkers in other locations, lighting conditions and clothing colors.
1250h
The perps are also promoting in my mind, the "need" to get a tan at a tanning booth. This was a new "habit" I picked up in 2000, and ended in 2002 with the perps assailing me with driving head pains while in the vertical tanning booth, not a bed. Funny how much of the pre-overt harassment activities are coming back in some form. To this end, the local tanning studio's vehicle was coursing by yesterday on my walking, but this could be all a feint in any event.
And funny how that I am being encouraged to engage in activities I cannot afford, and truly are not for the fixed income crowd like me, already on a rent subsidy. I don't quite understand where the perps are coming from on these planted notions.
1345h
The hallway coughing suddenly came on; I was reading about mind-control sites, obviously something near and dear to the perp's heart, as if I needed to know. Just another example of noisestalking me when reading anything related to this harassment objectives. I can only assume that the perps planted this noise as projected sound as there was no one in the hallway, and it nearly always sounds the same. Quite the cough that.
1410h
More smells being jammed up my nose, something else that has increased in frequency of late. A dull day seems to be the planned event, though not a shut-in day as I did get out as mentioned above to get my glasses repaired.
And plenty of masers leading ahead or following behind where I am to place or retrieve something. And more plasma games as well; a navy blue stripe over my dinner plate for about 2 seconds, 4" x 1/2". This is especially true for shaving; I get these squiggly vertical black lines emanating from my face as I bring the razor in close to my face. These blackish lines then sit off my face for some 10 to 20 seconds and may move toward me as they do so.
Last night when getting ready for bed the perps pulled some more games. They re-blooded my wound so the white towel got blooded up, and then to aid in their red testing, they placed a 1/4" square of red pepper on the towel. I don't have any food of this description, and never have, and yet there is was, "somehow" attached to a vertically draped towel on the rail, just after I put the it back there. I then removed this red pepper piece, and placed it in the garbage, but the perps fooled me and kept it on my fingers for an additonal 20 seconds until I was allowed to notice it again. Anyhow, I did get rid of it on the second pass, or at least in my garbage can, and this appeared to be a further red color test, as this pepper fragment was an orange red, unlike the blood the assholes had just squeezed out of my wound that would of been scabbed over by then.
And lo, while transiting a whole block to the eyeglass repair business, the perps hadn't placed some garbage on the street, some of which was an orange red portion of a tomato. I had my wheeled tote gangstalker ahead of me, and I am sure the entire event of me observing their planted garbage was a big deal.
1625h
I am getting the afternoon sleepies, the barely awake treatment again, both before and after tea. So much for the tea thesis being an invigorating drink with these emanations beating down on me; visible masers and plasma beams, by abiding companions.
1845h
Back to my online world, where the perps like to have me, likely for the strong emanations from the LCD panel.
Here are some more pictures, these from Tuesday, 10-16-2007
This is called the Oak Bay Junction, the "x" shped intersection of Pandora, Oak Bay Ave. and Fort St. Here are six silver-grey vehicles in a cluster and one mid-grey in the next two pictures.
Besides the oddity of the event that six same colored vehicles are grouped together, with a ladder bearing pickup truck in for good measure, this was the very location I was attacked two days later, same time of day, coming back from gym class.
This is the last picture for the 10-16-2007 date, but here are four silver-grey vehicles in file with an embedded black colored vehicle. This cannot be random, and I defy anyone to genuinely tell me that they think it could be.
I am getting seriously noisestalked as I go into the detail and thoughts of what traspired at this location yesterday, so the perps must be plumbing for some kind of connection between a photo of a same color vehicle cluster at the location of being physically assaulted two days later. Who knows, and I don't care, as it is not my problem.
2005h
I am getting some small sharp pains in my temple regions every 20 minutes or so, as if someone is pulsing me with a electronic beam. Just a minute ago, it was coincident with a siren cascade noise from outside. Another freakish annoyance is a buzzing and an electification sensation on my right foot originating between my big and second toe, and buzzing into the foot, as if a energy meridian line is being over-activated.
And more plasma "flares", where an faux aberation, a projection in fact, jumps off this LCD display and comes toward me, some 3 to 6 per minute.
Some pictures from my 10-18-2007 outing, yesterday.
On close examination (zoom in), I count five white vehicles clustered together at this intersection, all are stopped at the traffic light. And the crowning vision of the orchestrated bozo driving is in this photo. In the foreground we have a first class bozo cum gangstalker stopped in the middle of the crosswalk for chrissakes. All to have this vehicle planted over top of where I usually walk, except this time I had to walk around this stunning piece of stupidity.
On my way to yoga I pass a commercial laundry and here is the staff parking lot, excuse the perp blurred image. I count one white, two silver greys, a mid-grey and a final black or very dark grey. A progression of greyscale, nicely arranged for me to pass by.
Outside of my yoga class the color coordinated jacket with the vehicle color is doing his "hang around", looking busy to keep this vehicle to jacket color coordinated pose for longer. A woman beside him is in "bend over" position for whatever reason, pretending to be accessing the driver side footwell area.
Now finished yoga, and at least 15 red colored vehicles came by in a swarm, here are four. And two operatives aka "bag men" on duty. The oncoming, right side in navy blue jacket, ubiquitous "Plastic Bag Man", a given, and in this case, a legit cover story,- bags from a local store. And relatively new is the "Brown Paper Bag Man", in a white sweat top, headed away from the picture. And I reckon the silver grey parked Ford is on color reference duty.
Nothing too, too strange here, save the ubiquitous color matching of the parked red pickup truck in file with the Coca Cola truck. This was the second "showing" for this latter mentioned vehicle; it had already featured as a gangstalking vehicle on my way to yoga, no picture though.
A color and object confluence I thought was interesting. Two blue vehicles, one a dark blue, the other a mid blue, passing by each other with a mid-grey toned vehicle behind the lighter blue vehicle in the foreground. And lo, if the male gangstalkers at the sidewalk weren't dressed in a dark blue and a mid blue too.
The third "showing" of the erstwhile Coca Cola truck on my morning's walkings. Just think of all that brown colored liquid the perps must be craving to test upon me as I walk by. It makes one wonder what really drives the popularity of these beverages.
2210h
More spasming eyelids, another incursion of late that is getting more frequent. The perps have me on an emotional suckdown tonight; no energy to do anything. Been there, done that.
2230h
Time to call this day done, and see what excitement the perps have me lined up for tomorrow.
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