10-18-2017
Dull days all round; the weather is gray and cool, (10C daytime), and I am in work limbo until my prostate cancer treatments start next week. The latter will entail an hour's drive to the clinic, and then treatment for all of 20 min. or less, and then drive back.
Yoga was another scene two days ago; no cute bums to gaze at from the back this time. On the way there, I had just finished filling up my vehicle (and paying), and then I also paid for a pass of 10 sessions for yoga. These activities, while sounding terribly dull, are major perp interests. They are silly over petroleum products and their handling, as well as all my financial transactions. Anyhow; they put the heavy tattoo-ed dude on my left at the front, so no one's ass was on show. Then, true to form, at the last instant, with a vacant spot strangely sitting on my R, in comes a new dude without a shirt. And taking a page from my book, here he is hairless, including his arm pits. But that wasn't enough; he had to get close enough to ensure that his hands would extend to my mat, invoking the possibility of hand clash, where each of our extended hands could come into contact. So I spent a whole lot of mental processing the whole session to ensure it did not happen, usually by offsetting my position to ensure it would be unlikely to happen. And he also cranked on the heavy breathing noise all the time. I swear, one day I will get some yoga DVD's and be done with this shit show at yoga. I do like the exercise, and the flexibility it brings, no question. But as to why I need to be "duded" by these put-on freaks and potential incursions is beyond me.
A whole shut-in day yesterday, and no music either.
My last weekly visit to the naturopath for my IV vitamin C today. This to get me ready for radiotherapy, but after 12 visits once per week, there has been no noticeable effect, save bringing up my body temperature to 36.9C, normal, for one day before it drops to an abnormal 36.4C for the rest of the week. And did I mention that dopamine governs thermoregulation, and low dopamine just might be the problem, per ADD as determined by a SPECT scan? I reckon it will be 100 years before the hormonal influence of dopamine will become routine clinical practice. Meanwhile, dopaminergic deficiencies play themselves out every day in every corner of the world in the form of drug addictions, alcoholism.
10-11-2017
Well, the perps decided to add a little excitement, apart from the dipshit males kicking each other in front of my vehicle when parked at the laundromat. They were playful Quebequois dudes seemingly, though nothing is for sure in this rabbit hole. At least they could of used a hacky sack and kick a stupid bean bag to each other.
I got a round of pain in my L hip before lunch, which is not good if one has prostate cancer. Never mind I start my radiotherapy in four days; lets give the victim more punishment before he gets treatment and muddy the waters so he can have more FUD in his life. As if 15 years of being hounded by a psychopathic organization who won't declare themselves isn't enough FUD. Said pain dissipated after 20 minutes of lying down. We shall see where this one goes.
Or was the above pain a stunt to delay me when getting onto this here PC after turning it on? Getting back to the laundromat, the friendly proprietor held me up from starting my laundry after it had been loaded into the machines, but not started. That social banter was good for a 20 minute delay. The above mentioned dudes kicking each other in front of my vehicle held me up again for 20 seconds when headed for my vehicle. Then on the way home from the laundromat, a grey Ford Escape preceded me (in my silver brown Ford Escape) for three blocks and then headed down this very back lane I use, all the time, so I decided "fuck that", and went an extra half block and proceeded down the street instead. All to have me park my vehicle facing N, when it faces S usually so I can get out of the vehicle on the lane side instead of the fence side.
10-20-2017
Picking grapes all day.... sticky again.... The "usual" perp fuckery of pulling grape clusters from my hands again. Same as last time; I was doing fine for about the first hour and then the faux fumbling and overt hand manipulation to cause dropped grape bunches for the rest of the day.
Some new bumps, like bites on my scalp; about 8 of them. I cannot figure it out. I doesn't seem like insects as I don't see any at my bed, and the pillow was washed yesterday, as was the sheet. Nothing visible in my hair, so what is it?
Normally, the perps don't like me to have bites from anything. In the 15 years of this harassment I got mosquito bites last year and this. A 2009 bed bug invasion resulted in no bites unbelievably. Anyhow, another health care mystery unloads on me.
10-21-2017
Saturday, and I got hit with a 10 hour sleep for no seeming reason. And to add to the drama, they had me with stuffed sinuses upon wake up, and when clearing them, why, a bleeding nose. I'm not sure how to read this; perhaps a one-off stunt, but another of the "we shall see" health issues. All the above mentioned scalp lesions have diminished overnight, so who knows what means what in this rabbit hole.
Rain this morning, so thankfully I am not picking today, though it could of been cancelled.
10-22-2017
A shut in day, in part due to a "need" to do a binge watching on Youtube on the JFK assassination. The Men Who Killed Kennedy covers a whole lot of ground, and its DVD sales were killed after three weeks of its first release, but is now fully viewable. Part 1 of 9 starts here, and each runs about 45 min.
Part 8 is about Judyth Vary Baker's association with LHO in New Orleans in the six prior months, though she wasn't there in Dallas for the last 3 months. But it is abundantly clear that LHO had mob contacts and government agent contacts. They were lovers, but took different seats on the bus and got out of different stops.
What I find most curious about this phase, which is detailed in the book Me and Lee, by Judyth Vary Baker (JVB) was the development of the cancer bioweapon, to the level it could be injected and kill someone in 28 days. The plan was to have it developed and then when ready (late Aug. 1963) and inject it into Fidel Castro, presumably via one of his medical staff. LHO took a live culture to Mexico City with all the instructions as to handling and keeping it alive and was to drop it off for someone to take to Cuba. But no one showed up, and the culture was abandoned at the drop. So all that development effort, even using a linear particle accelerator, turned out to be a big nothing in as far as the stated purpose of that six month project went.
There were other big medical names involved, one being Dr Mary Sherman, who did the linear accelerator work and liaised with JVB, LHO and David Ferrie as to the progress and reported to higher ups. So after the successful human inoculation phase, (yessir, unwitting human subjects for terminal experimentation in the USA), she takes off to London UK, where there was another linear particle accelerator, and her apartment is broken into that night and all manner of evidence and some personal belongings were stolen. Then in July 1964, she is killed, seemingly in a apartment invasion, stabbing and a fire. Though in Dr Mary's Monkey, the author Ed Haslam, makes a solid case that she was electrocuted at the linear particle accelerator, then stabbed to finish her off, and her body was then moved back to her apartment to make it look like she was murdered there. The linear accelerator was dismantled and removed immediately thereafter. So it would seem there was further work to do from Aug. 1963 to July 1964. Perhaps more refinement of cancer bioweapon resilience, (or something else they didn't want JVB to know about) suggesting she was killed off at the conclusion of this second phase of the project. Dr Mary was not involved in the JFK murder, though Haslam suggests that LHO's entry in her phone list might be the one entry that was redacted in the released records, despite his many entreaties to have it disclosed. Dr Mary at no time made any contact with any investigating authorities (such as they were) as to the JFK assassination. In all, she didn't draw any attention to herself, and yet was nixed (seemingly, though it could of been an unfortunate accident, and it was decided to finish her off to avoid questions as to why she was there). So the question remains, what was the cancer bioweapon project all about as it was an epic fail with respect to the stated objective of taking out Castro via seeming "natural" causes. And too, there was even inquiries from RFK as to the progress of the Dr Mary murder investigation, and other high level federal government interest at first. Both books are a good read to understand the whole pre-Dallas events of the JFK assassination. I find it so curious that LHO was involved in this huge "side project" of cancer research for weapon purposes and then gets switched to the JFK assassination three months in advance (when the plans were already well ahead) to "infiltrate" the team, or teams. Given that LHO was central to the JFK case of the deception plan to name a lone assassin, surely he was factored into the plans well before Sept. 1963 when he moved there with his family. (And that he was estranged from his wife, though lived nearby, gave him plenty of freedom to come and go as he pleased). These two seemingly disparate projects for one low level operative all in less than a year is just plain strange to me.
Anyhow, a whole day of intrigue via Youtube and on the eve of my first radiotherapy treatment for prostate cancer. Funny how that topic comes up, again and again. Another one of those coincidences.
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Sunday, October 22, 2017
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Music Media Studies
03-09-2015
Continuing vineyard work -the perps like to pull the trellis wires from my hands as I am about to make a cut. It seems that the moment of plant injury, (or animal injury) is a vital event in their nonconsensual research agenda. And too, it would seem that not enough people have died in wars and insurrections, or even accidents all this time. That is, if you subscribe to the conspiracy agenda, aka alien agenda, and that all major world events have been managed ahead of time to exact the "researchable moments" the perps so desparately cultivate, with me and by extension, everyone on this planet.
Yoga this evening, a Monday. A girl with fugly green pastel shorts, came in beside me at the last possible moment a the class had just started. She ended up between me and the Major Fat Boy, replete with his wheezing and gasping, not to mention pathetic postures. The fugly green pastel color was the same as the instructor's (the Darling Pixie) top. No doubt some kind of local color testing, between her and the instructor, and who knows where they all were in advance or after the class. Said girl of the fugly pastel green shorts also had a tattoo on wrist, not unlike Her Blondeness who hasn't been there for at least four months. And too, the girl had a 3" diameter bruise on her inner thing facing me, no doubt some kind of tattoo simulation exercise, or do repairing skin cells emit a different energy?
I relieved a CD from amazon today,putting it down on the table before I set off for yoga; the perps like to script parcel arrivals for Mondays before yoga. I listened to the CD, then ripped it to flac lossless files, and listened again from files on the PC (rotating magnetic media). Going by recent past experience, it will be listened to from a USB stick. What the perps get from analyzing me listening to the same music on different media sources is beyond me. These kinds of comparisons have been going on for years, but have become a lot more obvious of late
03-10-2015
post work, on the vineyard; some horizontal ones weren`t secured except by cut notches, and as the posts separated some, the horizontals dropped to the ground. The spiral spikes bent when I tried to drive them through the posts to the end of the horizontals, and the drill wouldn`t drill for some curious reason, it just stalled out. I have never seen this happen in all my 40 years of using power drills, a drill bit not drilling. It was turning the correct way, and it was a quarter inch ships`auger drill (not a large bit for wood), and the drill kept going around but wouldn`t bite in. I leaned on the drill to attempt to force it to start, but it would not. I don`t recall how many trips into the vineyard and to the tool depot I made to get these problems fixed, but needless to say, it was at least four back-and-forths. And we know who likes to script these kinds of events, whether it is me alone or clustering gangstalkers.
I spent most of the afternoon cleaning the driveway with gasoline powered blower; and got plenty of dust back in my face as the perps so love for me to take soil into my lungs and nasal passages.
I went to the drugstore to purchase a testosterone test kit to kick start this latest self-help initiative to alleviate the urinary urgency problem I got stiffed with starting in mid-2014. This after three weeks of stalling out and not getting onto it for no apparent reason. Such initiative doesn`t go unpunished; the twit at the pharmacy counter said the regular guy who handles the test kits won`t be in until Mar. 16, conveniently scripted for a stop prior to yoga. Said twit had retrieved the test kit from the shelves and had it in hand, and also manipulating it, while explaining his story (above), not that I believed a word of it at the time. And what was the purpose of that. To get more dude interface time, he of the fugly clashing plaid shirt. (No punctuation marks as Blogger has gone on the fritz).
03-11-2015
I was to do work at the quiet vineyard, but there was to be two shipments to be made up. Then as it happened the contents of one order got shifted to the other order, and with a whole lot more pallet moving. I worked on the second order once I had clarified the stocking situation, but before I finished, why, a company photo-shoot was planned just were I was working. The photographer had arrived, and "happened" to be shooting pics across the very place where I had been working with brown cardboard boxes, pallets etc. By then I had moved 8' away to the side to finish my repacking work. and lots (50+) of flashes of light somehow made it to my eyes, even if I well out of range of the camera. The perps will exploit anything to apply more bursts of bright light to my eyes.
Afterward, I did fire tending as there was more cut brush to be burned, before the burning permit expired. I got the fire started with some petroleum products, and all was going OK, and on the adjacent public trail, why, a wheelchair act comes along N bound. Then three minutes later returns S bound, and then decides to stop in line with my vision, what I call posing, for a few minutes. I move elsewhere so I don`t get to view this sight, and I suppose the wheelchair moved on then. Like WTF; I absolutely loathe the sight of wheelchairs, and just when I think I am in a location where I wouldn`t get this odious gangstalking visage, the perps pull it off with extra obvious presentations.
The pit-lamping (lights, usually headlights) had been extra heavy too, with parked vehicles just sitting there to pin me in their beams as I back-up, turn around, exit my vehicle etc. Another trick is to have oncoming vehicles`headlights aimed at me by virtue of the road curvatures, and if the road isn`t curved enough, have the Fuckwit straddle the centerline to get a better headlight beam at me and to also get my attention as to a potential head-on. Not that I have any more concerns about a head-on collision after last summer`s stunt where this oncoming vehicle was in my lane and came straight at me and managed to tuck in at the last possible second. I still don`t how we didn`t collide it was so close. And furthrermore, just to drive the point home, there was a large unoccupied pull-out I could of utilized on my R, and somehow I forgot to even look. And too, the perps must of switched off my emotional registry as I was totally unmoved by this near death experience; in fact, I didn`t sense danger or extreme danger in the least, nor was I relieved to any extent.
03-12-2015
I pruned in remote vineyard by myself, no stalkers or pit-lampers. I had the phone play me music through my headphones all afternoon. It wasreasonably pleasant save for escalated and imposed realtime finger fumbling and the new (to me) variety of burrs that stuck to my shirt and gloved hands.
03-13-2015
Again, I pruned at the N vineyard -plenty of quiet there, playing music until the headphones broke spontaneously, the third time in 2 years for this pair, never dropped, crushed or otherwise mistreated. They were sent back for warranty repair back in 2012, so one side has a different history/provenance, never mind a return mail trip to the Ontario based warranty repair.
And what is it about headphones, magnets at the ears in service of transducing electrical signals to sound, that the perps must continually sabotage them. In 2002 when this all began, my Grados needed new gimbal mounts because the perps rotated the steel shaft in the plastic mount (while wearing them at work), thereby causing the drivers to fall off their mounts. Another pair got destroyed by way of accelerated parts wear. A pair of inexpensive Sony's didn't get sabotaged in the typical sense, but the perps messed with my Windows settings so I must wear them for online activities and my twice repaired Grados for audio via the Oppo deck. I had it set up so all music on the PC would play through the Grados, but that was too convenient so they messed with the headphone settings and pulled the pick window option from displaying in the dialog box. (It is very common for this to "happen" and then get "found" in one session even).
A pair of new Bose noise cancelling headphones got tossed down the garbage chute in 2006. I cannot recall the precise "reasons" (read inserted rationalizations planted in mind in real time), but I had to do it, there was no other choice.
While working the vineyard, the perps caused me to swear a number of times with the headphones on, having done the same thing earlier without them on. The end of the row tricks, cutting the wrong stem, and even nipping my finger at one point which was painful, but near miraculously, no blood was drawn. A first in 13 years of this abuse; the infliction of a cutting blade (or injuring edge) and no wound, not even a bruise later.
03-14-2015
Yesterday was laundry day (Saturday), and the freaks are finding me there more often. Not only that, they have a new found habit of using the same washing machines that I prefer, so they get to haul their clothes out just ahead or behind me and then loiter some more to put them in the dryers above. Said Fuckwit was on the PC while there, and when I came back, he was doing the time-honored reprise act of looking at his cell phone while outside. That is, same activity of looking at a LCD display in two different locations at the laundromat.
It seemed to be `Dudes in Brown`` day today. The Fuckwit in peanut butter brown coveralls who tailed me into the store, and then happened to be where I was shopping each time I went to a new aisle, also happened to pull this strange delaying stunt. He was in the line at the only cashier, and one person was ahead of him with hardly any groceries. I passed by thinking that the Peanut Butter Man would be long gone as I had more shopping to do. I was in other aisles for five minutes and I come to the cashier and was the next in line. But no, the Peanut Butter Man swoops in behind me to arrive at his very few items on the conveyor belt. Like WTF; he and the customer ahead of him both should of been long gone. It was like a micro time warp where they must of stopped what they were doing, and had the Peanut Butter Man temporarily remove himself from the line up at the cashier. If I had seen him there, I would not of joined the line at the cashier, but looked around elsewhere. So they pulled him out, all to have him arrive behind me a minute or so later, but in time for his groceries to be rung up while he was there. Can we say amazing choreography.
And I got my hair cut in the afternoon, and a change up in procedure; she washed my hair after my haircut instead of before. Not a big deal, and I also forgot to get my eyebrows trimmed,- another first. After that, I got my legs waxed in keeping with this new habit that started in late 2011. There has been all manner of planted reasons, but all the same, I am compelled to do it. And no less, the perps just love me to admire my own just-waxed legs for some reason when before I could not care less what they looked like. This set of vanity behaviors is also new.
03-15-2015
Sunday... and not much of to report. It was raining most of the day, and I was kept inside mostly save for yet more vanity activity, my weekly salon tanning session. Though, it does help to keep me in vitamin D, and to get ready for outside tanning.
And what is with the perps dinging jar lids. This is the third time in four months; the lid remains serviceable but they artfully put these dents in it, see the pics below.
Continuing vineyard work -the perps like to pull the trellis wires from my hands as I am about to make a cut. It seems that the moment of plant injury, (or animal injury) is a vital event in their nonconsensual research agenda. And too, it would seem that not enough people have died in wars and insurrections, or even accidents all this time. That is, if you subscribe to the conspiracy agenda, aka alien agenda, and that all major world events have been managed ahead of time to exact the "researchable moments" the perps so desparately cultivate, with me and by extension, everyone on this planet.
Yoga this evening, a Monday. A girl with fugly green pastel shorts, came in beside me at the last possible moment a the class had just started. She ended up between me and the Major Fat Boy, replete with his wheezing and gasping, not to mention pathetic postures. The fugly green pastel color was the same as the instructor's (the Darling Pixie) top. No doubt some kind of local color testing, between her and the instructor, and who knows where they all were in advance or after the class. Said girl of the fugly pastel green shorts also had a tattoo on wrist, not unlike Her Blondeness who hasn't been there for at least four months. And too, the girl had a 3" diameter bruise on her inner thing facing me, no doubt some kind of tattoo simulation exercise, or do repairing skin cells emit a different energy?
I relieved a CD from amazon today,putting it down on the table before I set off for yoga; the perps like to script parcel arrivals for Mondays before yoga. I listened to the CD, then ripped it to flac lossless files, and listened again from files on the PC (rotating magnetic media). Going by recent past experience, it will be listened to from a USB stick. What the perps get from analyzing me listening to the same music on different media sources is beyond me. These kinds of comparisons have been going on for years, but have become a lot more obvious of late
03-10-2015
post work, on the vineyard; some horizontal ones weren`t secured except by cut notches, and as the posts separated some, the horizontals dropped to the ground. The spiral spikes bent when I tried to drive them through the posts to the end of the horizontals, and the drill wouldn`t drill for some curious reason, it just stalled out. I have never seen this happen in all my 40 years of using power drills, a drill bit not drilling. It was turning the correct way, and it was a quarter inch ships`auger drill (not a large bit for wood), and the drill kept going around but wouldn`t bite in. I leaned on the drill to attempt to force it to start, but it would not. I don`t recall how many trips into the vineyard and to the tool depot I made to get these problems fixed, but needless to say, it was at least four back-and-forths. And we know who likes to script these kinds of events, whether it is me alone or clustering gangstalkers.
I spent most of the afternoon cleaning the driveway with gasoline powered blower; and got plenty of dust back in my face as the perps so love for me to take soil into my lungs and nasal passages.
I went to the drugstore to purchase a testosterone test kit to kick start this latest self-help initiative to alleviate the urinary urgency problem I got stiffed with starting in mid-2014. This after three weeks of stalling out and not getting onto it for no apparent reason. Such initiative doesn`t go unpunished; the twit at the pharmacy counter said the regular guy who handles the test kits won`t be in until Mar. 16, conveniently scripted for a stop prior to yoga. Said twit had retrieved the test kit from the shelves and had it in hand, and also manipulating it, while explaining his story (above), not that I believed a word of it at the time. And what was the purpose of that. To get more dude interface time, he of the fugly clashing plaid shirt. (No punctuation marks as Blogger has gone on the fritz).
03-11-2015
I was to do work at the quiet vineyard, but there was to be two shipments to be made up. Then as it happened the contents of one order got shifted to the other order, and with a whole lot more pallet moving. I worked on the second order once I had clarified the stocking situation, but before I finished, why, a company photo-shoot was planned just were I was working. The photographer had arrived, and "happened" to be shooting pics across the very place where I had been working with brown cardboard boxes, pallets etc. By then I had moved 8' away to the side to finish my repacking work. and lots (50+) of flashes of light somehow made it to my eyes, even if I well out of range of the camera. The perps will exploit anything to apply more bursts of bright light to my eyes.
Afterward, I did fire tending as there was more cut brush to be burned, before the burning permit expired. I got the fire started with some petroleum products, and all was going OK, and on the adjacent public trail, why, a wheelchair act comes along N bound. Then three minutes later returns S bound, and then decides to stop in line with my vision, what I call posing, for a few minutes. I move elsewhere so I don`t get to view this sight, and I suppose the wheelchair moved on then. Like WTF; I absolutely loathe the sight of wheelchairs, and just when I think I am in a location where I wouldn`t get this odious gangstalking visage, the perps pull it off with extra obvious presentations.
The pit-lamping (lights, usually headlights) had been extra heavy too, with parked vehicles just sitting there to pin me in their beams as I back-up, turn around, exit my vehicle etc. Another trick is to have oncoming vehicles`headlights aimed at me by virtue of the road curvatures, and if the road isn`t curved enough, have the Fuckwit straddle the centerline to get a better headlight beam at me and to also get my attention as to a potential head-on. Not that I have any more concerns about a head-on collision after last summer`s stunt where this oncoming vehicle was in my lane and came straight at me and managed to tuck in at the last possible second. I still don`t how we didn`t collide it was so close. And furthrermore, just to drive the point home, there was a large unoccupied pull-out I could of utilized on my R, and somehow I forgot to even look. And too, the perps must of switched off my emotional registry as I was totally unmoved by this near death experience; in fact, I didn`t sense danger or extreme danger in the least, nor was I relieved to any extent.
03-12-2015
I pruned in remote vineyard by myself, no stalkers or pit-lampers. I had the phone play me music through my headphones all afternoon. It wasreasonably pleasant save for escalated and imposed realtime finger fumbling and the new (to me) variety of burrs that stuck to my shirt and gloved hands.
03-13-2015
Again, I pruned at the N vineyard -plenty of quiet there, playing music until the headphones broke spontaneously, the third time in 2 years for this pair, never dropped, crushed or otherwise mistreated. They were sent back for warranty repair back in 2012, so one side has a different history/provenance, never mind a return mail trip to the Ontario based warranty repair.
And what is it about headphones, magnets at the ears in service of transducing electrical signals to sound, that the perps must continually sabotage them. In 2002 when this all began, my Grados needed new gimbal mounts because the perps rotated the steel shaft in the plastic mount (while wearing them at work), thereby causing the drivers to fall off their mounts. Another pair got destroyed by way of accelerated parts wear. A pair of inexpensive Sony's didn't get sabotaged in the typical sense, but the perps messed with my Windows settings so I must wear them for online activities and my twice repaired Grados for audio via the Oppo deck. I had it set up so all music on the PC would play through the Grados, but that was too convenient so they messed with the headphone settings and pulled the pick window option from displaying in the dialog box. (It is very common for this to "happen" and then get "found" in one session even).
A pair of new Bose noise cancelling headphones got tossed down the garbage chute in 2006. I cannot recall the precise "reasons" (read inserted rationalizations planted in mind in real time), but I had to do it, there was no other choice.
While working the vineyard, the perps caused me to swear a number of times with the headphones on, having done the same thing earlier without them on. The end of the row tricks, cutting the wrong stem, and even nipping my finger at one point which was painful, but near miraculously, no blood was drawn. A first in 13 years of this abuse; the infliction of a cutting blade (or injuring edge) and no wound, not even a bruise later.
03-14-2015
Yesterday was laundry day (Saturday), and the freaks are finding me there more often. Not only that, they have a new found habit of using the same washing machines that I prefer, so they get to haul their clothes out just ahead or behind me and then loiter some more to put them in the dryers above. Said Fuckwit was on the PC while there, and when I came back, he was doing the time-honored reprise act of looking at his cell phone while outside. That is, same activity of looking at a LCD display in two different locations at the laundromat.
It seemed to be `Dudes in Brown`` day today. The Fuckwit in peanut butter brown coveralls who tailed me into the store, and then happened to be where I was shopping each time I went to a new aisle, also happened to pull this strange delaying stunt. He was in the line at the only cashier, and one person was ahead of him with hardly any groceries. I passed by thinking that the Peanut Butter Man would be long gone as I had more shopping to do. I was in other aisles for five minutes and I come to the cashier and was the next in line. But no, the Peanut Butter Man swoops in behind me to arrive at his very few items on the conveyor belt. Like WTF; he and the customer ahead of him both should of been long gone. It was like a micro time warp where they must of stopped what they were doing, and had the Peanut Butter Man temporarily remove himself from the line up at the cashier. If I had seen him there, I would not of joined the line at the cashier, but looked around elsewhere. So they pulled him out, all to have him arrive behind me a minute or so later, but in time for his groceries to be rung up while he was there. Can we say amazing choreography.
And I got my hair cut in the afternoon, and a change up in procedure; she washed my hair after my haircut instead of before. Not a big deal, and I also forgot to get my eyebrows trimmed,- another first. After that, I got my legs waxed in keeping with this new habit that started in late 2011. There has been all manner of planted reasons, but all the same, I am compelled to do it. And no less, the perps just love me to admire my own just-waxed legs for some reason when before I could not care less what they looked like. This set of vanity behaviors is also new.
03-15-2015
Sunday... and not much of to report. It was raining most of the day, and I was kept inside mostly save for yet more vanity activity, my weekly salon tanning session. Though, it does help to keep me in vitamin D, and to get ready for outside tanning.
And what is with the perps dinging jar lids. This is the third time in four months; the lid remains serviceable but they artfully put these dents in it, see the pics below.
Monday, March 02, 2015
T4 Obstruction
02-23-2015
For those not in Canada, a year end T4 slip may not mean much, but it is the equivalent to a W-2 for the IRS. It is an employer's statement of all earnings and deductions for the prior calendar year. One needs them to file an income tax return, even in this electronic age. Some of mine are paper, some are electronic. I was expecting a T4 from the Disability outfit as I paid nearly $16k back for income overpayment last year, which cleaned me out totally. (Am -$500 presently). That is to say, it would of reduced my taxable income by $16k, and therefore provide me a tax refund for that amount.
I read on the Disability outfit's website that overpayment statement get mailed (for some curious reason), and that the income T4 is available in electronic form. So why not a single net T4 slip then? Nope, too complicated I suppose, or else it didn't fit the TI victim harassment agenda. So, I look on my "account" as the Canadian federal government's Service Canada and see that they are retaining my address of 2012. Every time I try to update it, the page flips and says I cannot do it. So in dealing with the Disability outfit last year, I had them update it. Or so I thought. But no, they had my old address. I phone up the old address (a motel) and ask if any mail is there, and they reply in the affirmative. I get the mail after work and take it home, only to find a letter from Service Canada asking for the $16k which I already paid in person at the local (Penticton) Service Canada office, July 07, 2014 with a receipt too.
Here I thought I was going to get my tax return done this week and get a refund, but instead, I have to deal with these dullards who seem to be unaware that $16K was paid, and then convince them to hustle their bureaucratic ass to get me my rightful T4 slip before the tax return deadline of April 30. And it was a Monday in May 2014 when I found out that I owed $16k; another fine coincidence.
It is a Monday, the perps' special day when things go wrong, and I get to find this Fuckup presents a serious impasse to getting myself out of the financial hole that the perps so like to keep me in. Then onto yoga, with the darling pixie instructor.
But yoga wasn't quite the same; first the perps seemed to have created a shit smell coming off me, one that erupted within a minute of exiting the shower. Then the dudes (male class members) were put on in relative force; the Major Fat Boy arrived on my R side for the very first time, he doing his wheezing and gasping thing in his loathsome shorts below his knee. Another semi-regular dude was on my L side for the very first time, as normally his is at least 4 mats away at the back of the practice room. Then two additional new dudes arrived in the usual "dude rows" at the back, one fuzzy haired freak in shorts. So it would seem that the perps are embarking on some kind of new dude-dude interaction; the semi-regular dudes on either side of me is new, and two new ones in the section where they put the semi-regulars for the last two years. Major Fat Boy excepted, as he started about three months ago on my L side doing his wheezing - gasping act. I had every intention to leave if the Major Fat Boy came close enough to hear his heavy breathing act, and "somehow" I failed to act on it. Funny how that "happens".
And most of the some 12 or so women were regulars, though some new-to-me ones.
And lo, if at yoga we weren't doing many different kinds of binds, where we reach past our ass and ... you get the picture. Thankfully, most of the shit sensations were planted, not of real origin, but I didn't know that then, only when I got back and had yet another shower to clean up. And I resolve to not go to yoga any more for all the insane hi-jinx that go on, and instead go to the gym. All that resolve will be mind-fucked from me, as they have yet again, stopped my gym visits when I was getting into 3x per week routine that I even saw some weight loss benefits showing up, as well as feeling better. So much for that. Even if I made it to the gym, the perps can make one feel winded and weak and not get much exercising done. Been there, had it done to me countless times.
02-24-2015
Pruning vines all day with the background vehicular traffic noise at almost an unbearable din level; the dudes in pickups with noisy gurgling hot-rod like mufflers were out in force, and with time on their hands. Driving N bound, and then coming back S bound within 5 minutes spells extra obvious vehicular gangstalking to me, not to mention them stomping on the accelerator in both directions to bring on yet more noise.
I ended up dealing with the bureaucracy over T4's again, though was pleasant experience, no resolution, "cannot find the records".... etc. I was able so supply all the details of payment date, receipt number, etc. so hopefully that can be resolved. (Or just plain ended, as who knows how this skit was arranged).
The last time I had a call with the same bureaucracy, the woman got quite agitated for no seeming reason. The perps just love this; stirring up people for no seeming reason.
The landlord was in my place today, no prior notice; at least the second time he has done this. but at least he didn't leave a plaster mess like last time. He got to see my "Jawhorse" set up in the kitchen area with the Dremel rotary tool nearby. I use the latter for pruner blade sharpening and for the very first time ever, I set this up in the morning and lo, if I didn't get pressed for time and leave it set up. Funny how those "coincidences" just line up all the time.
02-24-2015
Doing battonage work in the winery this morning; that is the fancy work for stirring the sediment in the barrels. It gets done once per week and imparts a creamy and buttery sensation to the wine, whites only usually. When 12' high on a ladder, the perps have every opportunity so screw one senseless, and up the anxiety level (= Fear, of FUD, Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt).
The when out pruning, vehicular traffic noise on Naramata Road was amplified up, along with extra traffic it would seem. Having three excavators digging in the neighborhood is doubtless part of the perp experiment abuse show, though to me it is just more additional noise. Have I mentioned the perps go crazy over displaying soils, their colors and go as far as arranging dirt splattered vehicles around me all the time? And it is high dirt season, wintertime in snowy climes, and ski hills around too.
The entire winery crew is away tomorrow and next day, and as I don't have keys to the winery, I must take the Electrocoupe home with me. A 30"x18" plastic red box with white foam in it for the tools and charger, and the red vest with the battery pack, as well as the electric pruner. I took Electrocoupe home which begat extra fore and aft vehicular gangstalking
And no small matter, the Electrocoupe has a 2.4kg battery pack that fits around my waist for all of the pruning activity. And we know who likes to plant batteries (an unresolved dipole) around their selected victims. That it is in a red vest is also significant, as the perps never let me wear red. Only gangstalkers can wear red, in their ever frequent choreography of entrances and exits.
Speaking of red, the color is becoming more frequent. For example, the perps making my face go red after work; a little early in the year for sun effects, and too, it gets worse when I am indoors. They put this on two days ago for yoga after work, and seemingly they need some red-red testing between me and the Electrocoupe case and vest.
Plenty of screaming at the assholes tonight; they ran a sharp knife into my hand, they blocked the toilet for the first time in over six months,(extremely rare to have two shits in one day, more like one every four to six days), they dropped items from my hand, dumped salt I was applying to my dinner plate onto the stove top... and on and on.
02-26-2015
On vineyard pruning all day; all of the staff (5) are away today and tomorrow for the big wine show of the year, the Vancouver Wine Festival, a money spinner for the Vancouver Art Gallery. So... I am locked out of the winery, the warm location where I usually have my lunch, as they haven't cut me a new key set yet. Not a big deal, as I have sat in my vehicle for lunch time on other vineyard gigs. Though, the pattern of all owners/employees fleeing the site while I work there alone isn't new, as this same routine "happened" often with the owners of the past vineyard I worked at.
The Naramata Road (adjacent to the vineyard) traffic noise is louder it seems today, and it wasn't just the four included motorcycles today, arriving two weeks earlier than last year. And the peps know how much I loathe the infernal HD noise. So... what do they do? Why have the same motorcycle/rider pass by N bound, then S bound four minutes later, and then return N bound to take a nearby orthogonal turn off road W bound and then return two minutes later E bound to then turn S bound for the second time. I cannot conceive of a reason why a motorcycle driver and passenger would be so pointless and frenetic on a chilly day in late Feburary, except given an incentive to make the freaking HD noise in the noisescape of this TI victim, all arranged in advance. I still have no idea as to why the perps are berserk over motorcycle noise and the whole leathers dress schtick that goes with it.
As usual, plenty of perp orchestrated hassles; having the pruners cut the trellis wire (twice), and have the pruners contact the trellis wire to hack up the just-sharpened blade (at least 8x). Sometimes they will even have me look at my fingers in their control and contact or break the trellis wire while looking at it happen, ensuring that I am totally clued out, when it would be last most notion I would have if I was in full and sole command of my faculties. Other times, I don't even see how the trellis wire was contacted/broken as I don't even see the wire and only become aware after making the pruning cut from the different noise a wire contact/break makes.
Finshed cleaning up to toilet this evening; the shot of bleach and some wait time seems to work, though it did threaten to overflow though a small bucketful scooped off the top and transferred to the shower drain avoided that potentially messy outcome. And too, for the prior 24 hours, the wait time, the perps had me pissing directly into the shower, something of interest to them as part of this exercise.
This would be the first blocked toilet in 6 months or so, and regular readers will know it occurred 95% of the time from 2002 when they first struck overtly to end of 2011. In a shared house in 2012 they restarted their shit games, and once out of there, it was diminshed. I reckon toilet blocking games are going to "happen" at my new worksite, just as they did at the last one. And too, walking over the septic field, unknowingly usually, is always a perp interest.
Other aspects of the "browning around" are the band-aid on my L thumb they cut with a knife, per above. And too, the color of the band-aid changes according to the ambient lighting conditions; it goes a curious straw color in daylight, and darker brown in incandescent light. I suspect the assholes cannot yet duplicate my native brown color detection/reception, as in retinal sensitivity, and are messing with my ability to receive this color. Reds and yellows may also be giving the perps similar problems given the heavy emphasis of these colors, often in combination.
A call from the Disability people about my overpayment yesterday; it was the weirdest thing, an apparently speech disabled person was using an intermediary, a telephone "operator", to translate the seeming keyboard output into speech. I suspect they could hear what I was saying, but the operator did the "translation" from text to speech for me to hear. And, as always, nothing is a coincidence, nor even happen-chance in this highly controlled and manipulated existence I live in. Sooo... I suspect that the perps wanted to separate the voice/response from the originator (the speech disabled person from the Disability department), from the operator who translated it. The fact that my voice will change over the duration of a half hour phone call isn't new, and it would be the perps attempting some kind of continuity fuckery of a similar vein.
And was this the ultimate purpose of the Disability repayment fuckover stunt? Regular readers of 2014 will know I had to pay back $16k of benefits, and my daughter some $1800 (paid by me), back in May 2014. I paid it back in July 07, and got a reciept for it, and they finally cashed the check some three weeks later. Then, as mentioned above, I expect to get a T4, but instead, I find that they are still asking me for the money. Finally, (I hope), this fuck up is over, and they also sort out my daughter's too (like I asked) them today over the phone. It is insane to be put through financial penury and to then get my financial transactions sabotaged for 8 months. What is the matter with the perps that they must sabotage everything I do, especially finances?
02-27-2015
The last day of February, work days that is. Spent pruning vines in the vineyard. It got cold in the morning so I drove back into town, a 10 min. commute for a hot lunch and to get long underwear on and my ski jacket that has a snow skirt on the inside to stop drafts from blowing my my spine, as with the shorter jacket. And getting a long enough jacket to cover my ass and not ride up when bending over is a HUGE deal, as the perps so like to exploit these opportunities to run cool air inside my garments. I also got my Baffin Minus 100 boots on, good for 100C below zero. The perps like to chill selective portions of me down go guide my clothing choices and changes.
Another "per usual" day of pruning vines; the punishing roadside traffic noise, the constant background hum of 1km distant excavators (3) plus skid-steer loaders, and sheep, dogs and other animals adding their bit. Then the pruning itself; the assholes still won't let me take the electric shears/pruners to the vine and cut it; no... sir, not allowed. Instead they guide the pruners to be above or below or where I want to cut, or else guide them so the lower jaw, and not the shear to the cutting position. All to force me to relocate the pruner to the very location I wish to cut. That is if they don't jiggle the pruner while in mid-cut and have it not cut where I wished. Which is the epitome of this insane abuse-athon I am cast into. Read on.
Back in 2002, among other affronts, they run me out of an IT job, to no permitted job, but instead this "disability". Only in 2008 did they allow me to do farm work to get me out of the spending hole they also imposed. Things move along like this until 2012 when they let me move to the Okanagan Valley and attend three months of viticulture (grape vine tending) class. So I manage to get some jobs for longer term employment, and includes wielding hand pruners in this over-vigorous vineyard for 2.5 years. Now we are closing in on three years of viticulture work, and the assholes won't let me place a pair of pruning shear where I want, but instead mess with me at every cut and have me "miss" where to place them. Think of that; coming on 13 years of this insane abuse, now rendered down to vineyard worker, and they won't let me place a pair of pruners, tools of the trade, where I want. I make perhaps high hundreds or maybe 1 to 2K cuts in a day, and they see it as their job to mess me around on every one, all day long on these and similar tasks. Talk about insanity gone amok gone, anal retentive; the perps have this in spades and yet continue to inflict me with this aberrant and sick mindset for 13 years nearly, and counting.
And it doesn't end there for pruning obstruction either; they had me cut two trellis wires today and ran the electric pruners into the trellis wires at least 10x today, creating yet another sharpening job, now every night of the week. Just a typical day of pruning where my finger movements aren't my own.
02-28-2015
A dude clusterfuck at the laundromat, including Camaro Man who followed my pattern of late morning-early afternoon visits to early morning (about 0930h). Camaro Man steps up right behind me when I exited the washroom. Which meant that he was in the adjacent washroom and "happened" to exit the same time as me, and follows me on my heels just about. He had his head down pretending he didn't notice; normal (pre-overt harassment) would stop and say "excuse me", but as there has been a universal near abandonment of manners in my proximity it doesn't happen. I turn around to face the asshole, and he takes a L turn, still with head down and pretending not to notice I was pissed (metaphorically). The other dipshit in red stood still to constrict egress, and the laundromat manager was in on it too.
Then another clusterfuck at Wrs, a discount chain where I went to get nail laquer to seal the felt pen wring on the side of my diamond honing stones. I had to ask for help as I don't know nail polish from skin polish, and a tall-as-me young woman in brown-red dyed hair "helped", as in messed around with three identical little boxes, and made out she was looking for something else when nothing more was there.
Then the perps had me purchase a small frypan, which was what was going to put back but then a rush of gangstalkers came on and I scooted to the front till with both items, with a duffer-dude on parallel faux shopping to obstruct my path (artfully waddling in parallel) and then a tattoo-ed big girl had her buggy with child in it also obstructed my path to the available checkout. The cashier was at least friendly and made a comment about the frypan, and finished with a forced grin that became a grimmace. Don't worry about acting dear, I see these strange looks of imminent peril/scaredness all the time.
Before I set off from the parking lot into Wrs I get this dude in a lime green T-shirt some 20' away heading to his vehicle. The assumption was that he had finished shopping and was going to depart. Not a bit of if, he drops something off in his vehicle and then lead-ahead stalks me into Wrs. Talk about obvious stalking, the assholes were going a little silly today.
03-02-2015
Skipping Sunday, but am getting this posted ASAP.
For those not in Canada, a year end T4 slip may not mean much, but it is the equivalent to a W-2 for the IRS. It is an employer's statement of all earnings and deductions for the prior calendar year. One needs them to file an income tax return, even in this electronic age. Some of mine are paper, some are electronic. I was expecting a T4 from the Disability outfit as I paid nearly $16k back for income overpayment last year, which cleaned me out totally. (Am -$500 presently). That is to say, it would of reduced my taxable income by $16k, and therefore provide me a tax refund for that amount.
I read on the Disability outfit's website that overpayment statement get mailed (for some curious reason), and that the income T4 is available in electronic form. So why not a single net T4 slip then? Nope, too complicated I suppose, or else it didn't fit the TI victim harassment agenda. So, I look on my "account" as the Canadian federal government's Service Canada and see that they are retaining my address of 2012. Every time I try to update it, the page flips and says I cannot do it. So in dealing with the Disability outfit last year, I had them update it. Or so I thought. But no, they had my old address. I phone up the old address (a motel) and ask if any mail is there, and they reply in the affirmative. I get the mail after work and take it home, only to find a letter from Service Canada asking for the $16k which I already paid in person at the local (Penticton) Service Canada office, July 07, 2014 with a receipt too.
Here I thought I was going to get my tax return done this week and get a refund, but instead, I have to deal with these dullards who seem to be unaware that $16K was paid, and then convince them to hustle their bureaucratic ass to get me my rightful T4 slip before the tax return deadline of April 30. And it was a Monday in May 2014 when I found out that I owed $16k; another fine coincidence.
It is a Monday, the perps' special day when things go wrong, and I get to find this Fuckup presents a serious impasse to getting myself out of the financial hole that the perps so like to keep me in. Then onto yoga, with the darling pixie instructor.
But yoga wasn't quite the same; first the perps seemed to have created a shit smell coming off me, one that erupted within a minute of exiting the shower. Then the dudes (male class members) were put on in relative force; the Major Fat Boy arrived on my R side for the very first time, he doing his wheezing and gasping thing in his loathsome shorts below his knee. Another semi-regular dude was on my L side for the very first time, as normally his is at least 4 mats away at the back of the practice room. Then two additional new dudes arrived in the usual "dude rows" at the back, one fuzzy haired freak in shorts. So it would seem that the perps are embarking on some kind of new dude-dude interaction; the semi-regular dudes on either side of me is new, and two new ones in the section where they put the semi-regulars for the last two years. Major Fat Boy excepted, as he started about three months ago on my L side doing his wheezing - gasping act. I had every intention to leave if the Major Fat Boy came close enough to hear his heavy breathing act, and "somehow" I failed to act on it. Funny how that "happens".
And most of the some 12 or so women were regulars, though some new-to-me ones.
And lo, if at yoga we weren't doing many different kinds of binds, where we reach past our ass and ... you get the picture. Thankfully, most of the shit sensations were planted, not of real origin, but I didn't know that then, only when I got back and had yet another shower to clean up. And I resolve to not go to yoga any more for all the insane hi-jinx that go on, and instead go to the gym. All that resolve will be mind-fucked from me, as they have yet again, stopped my gym visits when I was getting into 3x per week routine that I even saw some weight loss benefits showing up, as well as feeling better. So much for that. Even if I made it to the gym, the perps can make one feel winded and weak and not get much exercising done. Been there, had it done to me countless times.
02-24-2015
Pruning vines all day with the background vehicular traffic noise at almost an unbearable din level; the dudes in pickups with noisy gurgling hot-rod like mufflers were out in force, and with time on their hands. Driving N bound, and then coming back S bound within 5 minutes spells extra obvious vehicular gangstalking to me, not to mention them stomping on the accelerator in both directions to bring on yet more noise.
I ended up dealing with the bureaucracy over T4's again, though was pleasant experience, no resolution, "cannot find the records".... etc. I was able so supply all the details of payment date, receipt number, etc. so hopefully that can be resolved. (Or just plain ended, as who knows how this skit was arranged).
The last time I had a call with the same bureaucracy, the woman got quite agitated for no seeming reason. The perps just love this; stirring up people for no seeming reason.
The landlord was in my place today, no prior notice; at least the second time he has done this. but at least he didn't leave a plaster mess like last time. He got to see my "Jawhorse" set up in the kitchen area with the Dremel rotary tool nearby. I use the latter for pruner blade sharpening and for the very first time ever, I set this up in the morning and lo, if I didn't get pressed for time and leave it set up. Funny how those "coincidences" just line up all the time.
02-24-2015
Doing battonage work in the winery this morning; that is the fancy work for stirring the sediment in the barrels. It gets done once per week and imparts a creamy and buttery sensation to the wine, whites only usually. When 12' high on a ladder, the perps have every opportunity so screw one senseless, and up the anxiety level (= Fear, of FUD, Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt).
The when out pruning, vehicular traffic noise on Naramata Road was amplified up, along with extra traffic it would seem. Having three excavators digging in the neighborhood is doubtless part of the perp experiment abuse show, though to me it is just more additional noise. Have I mentioned the perps go crazy over displaying soils, their colors and go as far as arranging dirt splattered vehicles around me all the time? And it is high dirt season, wintertime in snowy climes, and ski hills around too.
The entire winery crew is away tomorrow and next day, and as I don't have keys to the winery, I must take the Electrocoupe home with me. A 30"x18" plastic red box with white foam in it for the tools and charger, and the red vest with the battery pack, as well as the electric pruner. I took Electrocoupe home which begat extra fore and aft vehicular gangstalking
And no small matter, the Electrocoupe has a 2.4kg battery pack that fits around my waist for all of the pruning activity. And we know who likes to plant batteries (an unresolved dipole) around their selected victims. That it is in a red vest is also significant, as the perps never let me wear red. Only gangstalkers can wear red, in their ever frequent choreography of entrances and exits.
Speaking of red, the color is becoming more frequent. For example, the perps making my face go red after work; a little early in the year for sun effects, and too, it gets worse when I am indoors. They put this on two days ago for yoga after work, and seemingly they need some red-red testing between me and the Electrocoupe case and vest.
Plenty of screaming at the assholes tonight; they ran a sharp knife into my hand, they blocked the toilet for the first time in over six months,(extremely rare to have two shits in one day, more like one every four to six days), they dropped items from my hand, dumped salt I was applying to my dinner plate onto the stove top... and on and on.
02-26-2015
On vineyard pruning all day; all of the staff (5) are away today and tomorrow for the big wine show of the year, the Vancouver Wine Festival, a money spinner for the Vancouver Art Gallery. So... I am locked out of the winery, the warm location where I usually have my lunch, as they haven't cut me a new key set yet. Not a big deal, as I have sat in my vehicle for lunch time on other vineyard gigs. Though, the pattern of all owners/employees fleeing the site while I work there alone isn't new, as this same routine "happened" often with the owners of the past vineyard I worked at.
The Naramata Road (adjacent to the vineyard) traffic noise is louder it seems today, and it wasn't just the four included motorcycles today, arriving two weeks earlier than last year. And the peps know how much I loathe the infernal HD noise. So... what do they do? Why have the same motorcycle/rider pass by N bound, then S bound four minutes later, and then return N bound to take a nearby orthogonal turn off road W bound and then return two minutes later E bound to then turn S bound for the second time. I cannot conceive of a reason why a motorcycle driver and passenger would be so pointless and frenetic on a chilly day in late Feburary, except given an incentive to make the freaking HD noise in the noisescape of this TI victim, all arranged in advance. I still have no idea as to why the perps are berserk over motorcycle noise and the whole leathers dress schtick that goes with it.
As usual, plenty of perp orchestrated hassles; having the pruners cut the trellis wire (twice), and have the pruners contact the trellis wire to hack up the just-sharpened blade (at least 8x). Sometimes they will even have me look at my fingers in their control and contact or break the trellis wire while looking at it happen, ensuring that I am totally clued out, when it would be last most notion I would have if I was in full and sole command of my faculties. Other times, I don't even see how the trellis wire was contacted/broken as I don't even see the wire and only become aware after making the pruning cut from the different noise a wire contact/break makes.
Finshed cleaning up to toilet this evening; the shot of bleach and some wait time seems to work, though it did threaten to overflow though a small bucketful scooped off the top and transferred to the shower drain avoided that potentially messy outcome. And too, for the prior 24 hours, the wait time, the perps had me pissing directly into the shower, something of interest to them as part of this exercise.
This would be the first blocked toilet in 6 months or so, and regular readers will know it occurred 95% of the time from 2002 when they first struck overtly to end of 2011. In a shared house in 2012 they restarted their shit games, and once out of there, it was diminshed. I reckon toilet blocking games are going to "happen" at my new worksite, just as they did at the last one. And too, walking over the septic field, unknowingly usually, is always a perp interest.
Other aspects of the "browning around" are the band-aid on my L thumb they cut with a knife, per above. And too, the color of the band-aid changes according to the ambient lighting conditions; it goes a curious straw color in daylight, and darker brown in incandescent light. I suspect the assholes cannot yet duplicate my native brown color detection/reception, as in retinal sensitivity, and are messing with my ability to receive this color. Reds and yellows may also be giving the perps similar problems given the heavy emphasis of these colors, often in combination.
A call from the Disability people about my overpayment yesterday; it was the weirdest thing, an apparently speech disabled person was using an intermediary, a telephone "operator", to translate the seeming keyboard output into speech. I suspect they could hear what I was saying, but the operator did the "translation" from text to speech for me to hear. And, as always, nothing is a coincidence, nor even happen-chance in this highly controlled and manipulated existence I live in. Sooo... I suspect that the perps wanted to separate the voice/response from the originator (the speech disabled person from the Disability department), from the operator who translated it. The fact that my voice will change over the duration of a half hour phone call isn't new, and it would be the perps attempting some kind of continuity fuckery of a similar vein.
And was this the ultimate purpose of the Disability repayment fuckover stunt? Regular readers of 2014 will know I had to pay back $16k of benefits, and my daughter some $1800 (paid by me), back in May 2014. I paid it back in July 07, and got a reciept for it, and they finally cashed the check some three weeks later. Then, as mentioned above, I expect to get a T4, but instead, I find that they are still asking me for the money. Finally, (I hope), this fuck up is over, and they also sort out my daughter's too (like I asked) them today over the phone. It is insane to be put through financial penury and to then get my financial transactions sabotaged for 8 months. What is the matter with the perps that they must sabotage everything I do, especially finances?
02-27-2015
The last day of February, work days that is. Spent pruning vines in the vineyard. It got cold in the morning so I drove back into town, a 10 min. commute for a hot lunch and to get long underwear on and my ski jacket that has a snow skirt on the inside to stop drafts from blowing my my spine, as with the shorter jacket. And getting a long enough jacket to cover my ass and not ride up when bending over is a HUGE deal, as the perps so like to exploit these opportunities to run cool air inside my garments. I also got my Baffin Minus 100 boots on, good for 100C below zero. The perps like to chill selective portions of me down go guide my clothing choices and changes.
Another "per usual" day of pruning vines; the punishing roadside traffic noise, the constant background hum of 1km distant excavators (3) plus skid-steer loaders, and sheep, dogs and other animals adding their bit. Then the pruning itself; the assholes still won't let me take the electric shears/pruners to the vine and cut it; no... sir, not allowed. Instead they guide the pruners to be above or below or where I want to cut, or else guide them so the lower jaw, and not the shear to the cutting position. All to force me to relocate the pruner to the very location I wish to cut. That is if they don't jiggle the pruner while in mid-cut and have it not cut where I wished. Which is the epitome of this insane abuse-athon I am cast into. Read on.
Back in 2002, among other affronts, they run me out of an IT job, to no permitted job, but instead this "disability". Only in 2008 did they allow me to do farm work to get me out of the spending hole they also imposed. Things move along like this until 2012 when they let me move to the Okanagan Valley and attend three months of viticulture (grape vine tending) class. So I manage to get some jobs for longer term employment, and includes wielding hand pruners in this over-vigorous vineyard for 2.5 years. Now we are closing in on three years of viticulture work, and the assholes won't let me place a pair of pruning shear where I want, but instead mess with me at every cut and have me "miss" where to place them. Think of that; coming on 13 years of this insane abuse, now rendered down to vineyard worker, and they won't let me place a pair of pruners, tools of the trade, where I want. I make perhaps high hundreds or maybe 1 to 2K cuts in a day, and they see it as their job to mess me around on every one, all day long on these and similar tasks. Talk about insanity gone amok gone, anal retentive; the perps have this in spades and yet continue to inflict me with this aberrant and sick mindset for 13 years nearly, and counting.
And it doesn't end there for pruning obstruction either; they had me cut two trellis wires today and ran the electric pruners into the trellis wires at least 10x today, creating yet another sharpening job, now every night of the week. Just a typical day of pruning where my finger movements aren't my own.
02-28-2015
A dude clusterfuck at the laundromat, including Camaro Man who followed my pattern of late morning-early afternoon visits to early morning (about 0930h). Camaro Man steps up right behind me when I exited the washroom. Which meant that he was in the adjacent washroom and "happened" to exit the same time as me, and follows me on my heels just about. He had his head down pretending he didn't notice; normal (pre-overt harassment) would stop and say "excuse me", but as there has been a universal near abandonment of manners in my proximity it doesn't happen. I turn around to face the asshole, and he takes a L turn, still with head down and pretending not to notice I was pissed (metaphorically). The other dipshit in red stood still to constrict egress, and the laundromat manager was in on it too.
Then another clusterfuck at Wrs, a discount chain where I went to get nail laquer to seal the felt pen wring on the side of my diamond honing stones. I had to ask for help as I don't know nail polish from skin polish, and a tall-as-me young woman in brown-red dyed hair "helped", as in messed around with three identical little boxes, and made out she was looking for something else when nothing more was there.
Then the perps had me purchase a small frypan, which was what was going to put back but then a rush of gangstalkers came on and I scooted to the front till with both items, with a duffer-dude on parallel faux shopping to obstruct my path (artfully waddling in parallel) and then a tattoo-ed big girl had her buggy with child in it also obstructed my path to the available checkout. The cashier was at least friendly and made a comment about the frypan, and finished with a forced grin that became a grimmace. Don't worry about acting dear, I see these strange looks of imminent peril/scaredness all the time.
Before I set off from the parking lot into Wrs I get this dude in a lime green T-shirt some 20' away heading to his vehicle. The assumption was that he had finished shopping and was going to depart. Not a bit of if, he drops something off in his vehicle and then lead-ahead stalks me into Wrs. Talk about obvious stalking, the assholes were going a little silly today.
03-02-2015
Skipping Sunday, but am getting this posted ASAP.
Friday, December 12, 2014
To-Do List Machinations
12-10-2014
What is it about getting things done, especially when working from a list, that so interests the perps that they cause delays and other games I will explain below? For over a week I had been intending to get at least three things done, none screamingly important, but all the same level of urgency as three pebbles in my shoes. And of course I had all the time to get them done, as well as "forgetting" when online as well. Then a fourth item comes on, and then today, in a burst of unexpected motivation, I attend to them all as much as I can. (An unreturned phone call and awaiting an email is as far as I can go on one of them). And at the conclusion of getting this done, either by phone or email, why, a sudden urge to defecate comes on, so I shut the PC down and attend to that. And lo, for the first time in over 6 months, they pull one of their shit plastering games, and I have come to know that it is easier to clean up to take a short shower. It all got done without any further ado, but it leaves the question as to what was so important about getting onto a perp delayed list of items that they just had to arrange a messy crap and a shower clean up to conclude getting my list items done? And if that is important for the perps, which it seems to be, then this insane abusive insanity (theirs) has a long way to go.
Two days ago it was yoga, and the usual women where there with a maybe four visiting women as well. The all cleverly left an a free mat location on my L, as I was about the fifth person of 12 or so to arrive, and lo, if the gasping wheezing out-of-shape male didn't slip into that spot just before class began, and yet again, put on this pathetic act of making a whole lot of noise about a whole lot of nothing. As in being so out of shape, and so fat (two Unfavoreds) and wearing awful baggy brown shorts to his knees (two more Unfavoreds). Plus, being male over 20 y.o. is another Unfavored. I say "nothing" as I am relatively flexible and the yoga poses, save a few, are not terribly challenging to me. Clearly this oaf is way out of his league, so why doesn't he take a more fundamental level class? There is no reason except that he is placed there by his controllers for the very reason to make a whole lot of disgusting noise, never mind looking disgusting in all his blubber. Perturb the TI victim (some more) must be the perp edict/objective.
As I mentioned two or more weeks ago, the perps sent me a seeming explanatory message that this oaf's heavy breathing and gasping is to emulate a sexual abuser in full form. Well maybe it is, and maybe such an abuse was done to me when aged 2 y.o. to 5 y.o., the period for which the perps wiped my memory. And it isn't any stretch of imagination that the child abuse agenda is part and parcel of the wider nonconsensual human experimentation agenda that TI's have to come so well. Look up Brice Taylor, Cathy O'Brien, Kathrine Sullivan
A trip to the gym; or should I call it the grim-gym, as these shiftless males always surface, have "stun-outs" on the equipment, scoop the machine just ahead of me, and arrange themselves jointly to slowly move in closer. Six of the mofos lined themselves up when I was doing my final warm down, abbreviated due to them slowly closing in en masse. I decide to split, and lo, one of the mofos breaks off his work out to precede me down the stairs, the identical move of the babe gangstalker at the gym two visits ago. That is, six of seven males in the gym to slowly close in on me for crissakes. The major Fat Boy (260lbs) was left out of the final gangstalking fray/formation, and the two women were off to the side and seemed to be minding their own business.
They even added two dudes dressed in the same T-shirts, as some kind of equipment inspectors, loitering at one machine and then walking the length of the gym side-by-side. The perps seem to like amp-ing up the male factor of late; start with a proximate woman (even if she was doing extra high arm flings on the treadmill), then add in the males one by one, move the women out, have the males banter, and then add a uniformed male pair just to see how much I like that. And of course, vary the males with Unfavored features; hats, skinheads, fugly shorts below the knee, large guts, faux military clothing, brown clothing etc.
12-12-2014
Friday, and a special one for the perps, having me into get my legs waxed and my haircut at this particular place I regularly go to. This, after yesterday's shut-in day when I didn't go out at all. (Not working again until late January). And as mentioned in past posts, the perps go gangstalking and harassment silly after a shut-in day.
They even put on a small private yellow helicopter making two passes as I exited the gate outside my place. And today is also refuse pickup day, and although it was picked up at 0800h, they still put on a garbage truck at 1015h on my way to get my head hair cut and my leg hair pulled. Exciting times in perp-landia for sure. Not only that, but the elder male (geezer) gangstalk was on at the parking lot; one ahead and one behind me in driving in and at the ticket machine. The first one also "happened" to be seen at a suite above the hair salon. A geezer inside too, getting his hair cut, and lo, if the male haircut supervisor (about 45 y/o/) didn't do his best to be one too, not shaving for two days so to strut his beard stubble and then to wear a matching grey sweater. Not only did he come by with chocolates to offer me while getting my haircut from a brown skinned Asian girl, but made sure to be passing by when I was about to enter the area for leg waxing. And in keeping with the strange "don't know you now" behaviors, the fuchsia-on-blonde woman who cut my hair some six weeks ago was very visible but wasn't about to say hello or anything so friendly as that. No sir... normal human North American small town friendliness is not accorded for perp victims, even if they have mercilessly harassed the victim for 12.5 years every day, all day. And face it, NO ONE would forget me and the prior training and walk-throughs they must go through before the Potemkin Village is arranged for this TI.
And I see the surrounding hills are bereft of snow now, as they had plenty over the past three weeks. A warm spell came on in the last week, and with a whole lot of rain yesterday, why, I get to see the green (treed) hills again. Such things are important to the perps, these ever changing landscape colors, and sky colors too.
Miscellaneous other stuff of minor note:
the perps have me dry the dishes with a tea towel now, or mostly; (cutlery, knives, bowls, -plates dry themselves). Until recent months (since 2002), the dishes would dry in the dishes rack often much sooner than I expected from prior experience. I came to know in 2002 that they were berserk over towels, drying wet objects and myself too, and it was a given. But in mid-2014 I found I was using the tea towels much more and the dishes weren't as dry as they were formerly (2002 to 06-20214). I suppose one could call this progress, but I will know for sure when I have many different colored bathroom towels and I use a new one each day. Currently, I have a set of three I rotate over the week, all the same set. I don't how they are going to accomplish that one, as I usually get a set. I am sure they have the plans already made up, as I have come to know that some objects are acquired over five years in advance of using them.
A two hour nap attack this afternoon; and for once they didn't render me useless for the next hour "recovering" from it. They pulled that stunt about four days ago when they nailed me with a 2.5 hour nap attack in the afternoon, and I spent the next 1.5 hours feeling very groggy. And in both cases I was not short of sleep and had adequate sleep over the previous night.
They are having me wake up at 0900h or so these days, apart from today when I had the hair and waxing appointment. These non-alarm get-ups are taking up more morning time as it takes me 1.5 hours of breakfast, shower etc. to be ready for the day. I don't what it his about these winter short daylight days, but later get-up times has been a near constant since they went berserk/overt in 2002. I go to bed at 2200h or so, and then they keep me awake for an hour or two and then let me get 9 hours sleep, at least one more than I need.
12-13-2014
A 10 hour sleep last night, as if I needed the extra two hours, which I didn't. I suspect they want to start me later with the low direct sunlight beaming in.
Back to mild winter temperatures again, no more frozen ground of the last two weeks. And yes, temperature is very much part of the mix of variables the perps work with. The checkout-stalking with either frozen or hot goods, or both, fore and after hasn't gone unnoticed since all this bersekness began in 04-2002.
Laundry day, and the freaks are finding me there, same as the last laundromat. It was the dude with a blue toque with a summer hat on top, and sunglasses on the latter that upped the freak factor. Later, when outside, he was talking to himself to complete his freak credentials. A waddling male came from 12' away toward me as I was exiting the building (always a big stunt/harassment situation), the sun at his back so I got to see limited detail, but the mirror sunglasses was the crowning touch as to being yet another gangstalker in abreaction elicitation mode, as in posing as a threat to my subconscious memory.
I dropped in on the tanning salon today, being in the neighborhood as I took all my recycle material to the nearby depot. I hadn't seen this attendant before, she blonde with fuchsia and green streaks in her hair. And a pissy countenance and manner for no reason related to me. As mentioned many times, I have no idea why I get so many pissy or scared shitless looks, but I do, and it went up by an order of magnitude after 04-2002 when the perps went berserk/overt on me.
12-14-2014
Sunday, and a 0900h get up, another 10 hour sleep, meaning two hours of extra sleep I did not need.
An upgrade from Adobe for their Flashplayer turned into a full blown rage-ification caper. The upgrade also loaded that trojan horse called MacAfee (anti-virus software), and lo, if Eraser somehow couldn't get rid of it. And lo, if Eraser didn't also disappear off the task bar. And lo, if the infernal MacAfee software did NOT have an uninstall option. Plenty of screaming at the assholes unfolded before I got that most-loathed software purged. For the record, and it may not be true any more, but MacAfee was one of the most invasive commercial self-advertising applications I have ever known, and ever since, (10 years at least), I refuse all options to add it on. This time that infernal Adobe outfit did not give me an option, it just "installed itself" from the same file as the Adobe upgrade. Cute trick that.
Then another round of planned infuriation erupted as I looked at my charge card bill online and I discovered a charge from a supplements outfit that I did not incur. True, about a month ago I took on a $5 charge for a free sample and I expected that to be the end of it. But no, the assholes laid on a $75 charge three days ago that I did not authorize or otherwise solicit. The least they could of done was phone me to ask if the supplement did anything positive (or otherwise), and they would of found out I didn't want any more, never mind it not doing anything anyhow. So much for "free" products and all that. Unsolicited billing is totally outrageous. And lo, if my email didn't crap out (Firefox and IE show the text only crammed up on the L side with no apparent functionality), and I had to use the supplement outfit's website to send an email. The charge statement was emailed yesterday and "for some reason" I didn't look at it, only to find out today that their call center is not open today, but was yesterday. The number of coincident inconveniences went up at least ten -fold since 04-2002.
As if I don't get enough conspiratorial information; here is a corker (meaning total paradigm shift). Opiate drug addiction is totally curable by large doses of Vitamin C. Thanks to Whale.to for all this excellent information. And yet this is rarely heard of in these parts (Canada), which is, I assume, much like the USA with respect to illegal drugs use. Not only does a megadose of vitamin C stop craving immediately, but if continued (for a week or so) it stops the opiate from even having an effect! Furthermore, the paper details the limbic brain system where the opiate receptors are, and provides research on the fact that Vitamin C displaces opiates altogether, and these receptors should be called "ascorbate" receptors.
This begins a meta-pondering as to what is The Powers That Be (TPTB) interest in having opiate addicted humans. Is it that the opiates (usually) are grown in another part of the world, and in the case of illegal opiates, change provenance frequently, so TPTB are looking for some kind of energetic signature depending on where the opiate was sourced? And too, making massive amounts of money on illegal importation and distribution is a plain good money spinner. It seems that no one responsible wants to do the right thing and make it legal and of a consistent quality (usually from a single source). The major pissing matches over safe injection site's in Vancouver BC would be another example of TPTB ensuring the clinically unconscionable status quo continues. Ditto for the so-called chemotherapy medications for cancer, and too, Vitamin C in large doses can help here. The more I travel down this road of nonconsensual human experimentation, the more I realize that TI's are not alone. Whole other populations of humans are being experimented upon, e.g. illegal drug usage, cancer patients, but they don't realize it.
An evening reading about the real NSA and what they do to psychic children. If you thought that the Brice Taylor story and a few others were experimentation one-offs, think again. The NSA systematizes child abuse to create alternate personalities in young children to later use them for psychic spying and sabotage, also systematically applied. I don't know where Steve Smith gets his information from, but I haven't read anything quite like it in such graphic detail. I would suggest caution if the reader has past abuse and/or DID (mulitple personalities).
On that grim note, time to call this done for the week and to post this.
What is it about getting things done, especially when working from a list, that so interests the perps that they cause delays and other games I will explain below? For over a week I had been intending to get at least three things done, none screamingly important, but all the same level of urgency as three pebbles in my shoes. And of course I had all the time to get them done, as well as "forgetting" when online as well. Then a fourth item comes on, and then today, in a burst of unexpected motivation, I attend to them all as much as I can. (An unreturned phone call and awaiting an email is as far as I can go on one of them). And at the conclusion of getting this done, either by phone or email, why, a sudden urge to defecate comes on, so I shut the PC down and attend to that. And lo, for the first time in over 6 months, they pull one of their shit plastering games, and I have come to know that it is easier to clean up to take a short shower. It all got done without any further ado, but it leaves the question as to what was so important about getting onto a perp delayed list of items that they just had to arrange a messy crap and a shower clean up to conclude getting my list items done? And if that is important for the perps, which it seems to be, then this insane abusive insanity (theirs) has a long way to go.
Two days ago it was yoga, and the usual women where there with a maybe four visiting women as well. The all cleverly left an a free mat location on my L, as I was about the fifth person of 12 or so to arrive, and lo, if the gasping wheezing out-of-shape male didn't slip into that spot just before class began, and yet again, put on this pathetic act of making a whole lot of noise about a whole lot of nothing. As in being so out of shape, and so fat (two Unfavoreds) and wearing awful baggy brown shorts to his knees (two more Unfavoreds). Plus, being male over 20 y.o. is another Unfavored. I say "nothing" as I am relatively flexible and the yoga poses, save a few, are not terribly challenging to me. Clearly this oaf is way out of his league, so why doesn't he take a more fundamental level class? There is no reason except that he is placed there by his controllers for the very reason to make a whole lot of disgusting noise, never mind looking disgusting in all his blubber. Perturb the TI victim (some more) must be the perp edict/objective.
As I mentioned two or more weeks ago, the perps sent me a seeming explanatory message that this oaf's heavy breathing and gasping is to emulate a sexual abuser in full form. Well maybe it is, and maybe such an abuse was done to me when aged 2 y.o. to 5 y.o., the period for which the perps wiped my memory. And it isn't any stretch of imagination that the child abuse agenda is part and parcel of the wider nonconsensual human experimentation agenda that TI's have to come so well. Look up Brice Taylor, Cathy O'Brien, Kathrine Sullivan
A trip to the gym; or should I call it the grim-gym, as these shiftless males always surface, have "stun-outs" on the equipment, scoop the machine just ahead of me, and arrange themselves jointly to slowly move in closer. Six of the mofos lined themselves up when I was doing my final warm down, abbreviated due to them slowly closing in en masse. I decide to split, and lo, one of the mofos breaks off his work out to precede me down the stairs, the identical move of the babe gangstalker at the gym two visits ago. That is, six of seven males in the gym to slowly close in on me for crissakes. The major Fat Boy (260lbs) was left out of the final gangstalking fray/formation, and the two women were off to the side and seemed to be minding their own business.
They even added two dudes dressed in the same T-shirts, as some kind of equipment inspectors, loitering at one machine and then walking the length of the gym side-by-side. The perps seem to like amp-ing up the male factor of late; start with a proximate woman (even if she was doing extra high arm flings on the treadmill), then add in the males one by one, move the women out, have the males banter, and then add a uniformed male pair just to see how much I like that. And of course, vary the males with Unfavored features; hats, skinheads, fugly shorts below the knee, large guts, faux military clothing, brown clothing etc.
12-12-2014
Friday, and a special one for the perps, having me into get my legs waxed and my haircut at this particular place I regularly go to. This, after yesterday's shut-in day when I didn't go out at all. (Not working again until late January). And as mentioned in past posts, the perps go gangstalking and harassment silly after a shut-in day.
They even put on a small private yellow helicopter making two passes as I exited the gate outside my place. And today is also refuse pickup day, and although it was picked up at 0800h, they still put on a garbage truck at 1015h on my way to get my head hair cut and my leg hair pulled. Exciting times in perp-landia for sure. Not only that, but the elder male (geezer) gangstalk was on at the parking lot; one ahead and one behind me in driving in and at the ticket machine. The first one also "happened" to be seen at a suite above the hair salon. A geezer inside too, getting his hair cut, and lo, if the male haircut supervisor (about 45 y/o/) didn't do his best to be one too, not shaving for two days so to strut his beard stubble and then to wear a matching grey sweater. Not only did he come by with chocolates to offer me while getting my haircut from a brown skinned Asian girl, but made sure to be passing by when I was about to enter the area for leg waxing. And in keeping with the strange "don't know you now" behaviors, the fuchsia-on-blonde woman who cut my hair some six weeks ago was very visible but wasn't about to say hello or anything so friendly as that. No sir... normal human North American small town friendliness is not accorded for perp victims, even if they have mercilessly harassed the victim for 12.5 years every day, all day. And face it, NO ONE would forget me and the prior training and walk-throughs they must go through before the Potemkin Village is arranged for this TI.
And I see the surrounding hills are bereft of snow now, as they had plenty over the past three weeks. A warm spell came on in the last week, and with a whole lot of rain yesterday, why, I get to see the green (treed) hills again. Such things are important to the perps, these ever changing landscape colors, and sky colors too.
Miscellaneous other stuff of minor note:
the perps have me dry the dishes with a tea towel now, or mostly; (cutlery, knives, bowls, -plates dry themselves). Until recent months (since 2002), the dishes would dry in the dishes rack often much sooner than I expected from prior experience. I came to know in 2002 that they were berserk over towels, drying wet objects and myself too, and it was a given. But in mid-2014 I found I was using the tea towels much more and the dishes weren't as dry as they were formerly (2002 to 06-20214). I suppose one could call this progress, but I will know for sure when I have many different colored bathroom towels and I use a new one each day. Currently, I have a set of three I rotate over the week, all the same set. I don't how they are going to accomplish that one, as I usually get a set. I am sure they have the plans already made up, as I have come to know that some objects are acquired over five years in advance of using them.
A two hour nap attack this afternoon; and for once they didn't render me useless for the next hour "recovering" from it. They pulled that stunt about four days ago when they nailed me with a 2.5 hour nap attack in the afternoon, and I spent the next 1.5 hours feeling very groggy. And in both cases I was not short of sleep and had adequate sleep over the previous night.
They are having me wake up at 0900h or so these days, apart from today when I had the hair and waxing appointment. These non-alarm get-ups are taking up more morning time as it takes me 1.5 hours of breakfast, shower etc. to be ready for the day. I don't what it his about these winter short daylight days, but later get-up times has been a near constant since they went berserk/overt in 2002. I go to bed at 2200h or so, and then they keep me awake for an hour or two and then let me get 9 hours sleep, at least one more than I need.
12-13-2014
A 10 hour sleep last night, as if I needed the extra two hours, which I didn't. I suspect they want to start me later with the low direct sunlight beaming in.
Back to mild winter temperatures again, no more frozen ground of the last two weeks. And yes, temperature is very much part of the mix of variables the perps work with. The checkout-stalking with either frozen or hot goods, or both, fore and after hasn't gone unnoticed since all this bersekness began in 04-2002.
Laundry day, and the freaks are finding me there, same as the last laundromat. It was the dude with a blue toque with a summer hat on top, and sunglasses on the latter that upped the freak factor. Later, when outside, he was talking to himself to complete his freak credentials. A waddling male came from 12' away toward me as I was exiting the building (always a big stunt/harassment situation), the sun at his back so I got to see limited detail, but the mirror sunglasses was the crowning touch as to being yet another gangstalker in abreaction elicitation mode, as in posing as a threat to my subconscious memory.
I dropped in on the tanning salon today, being in the neighborhood as I took all my recycle material to the nearby depot. I hadn't seen this attendant before, she blonde with fuchsia and green streaks in her hair. And a pissy countenance and manner for no reason related to me. As mentioned many times, I have no idea why I get so many pissy or scared shitless looks, but I do, and it went up by an order of magnitude after 04-2002 when the perps went berserk/overt on me.
12-14-2014
Sunday, and a 0900h get up, another 10 hour sleep, meaning two hours of extra sleep I did not need.
An upgrade from Adobe for their Flashplayer turned into a full blown rage-ification caper. The upgrade also loaded that trojan horse called MacAfee (anti-virus software), and lo, if Eraser somehow couldn't get rid of it. And lo, if Eraser didn't also disappear off the task bar. And lo, if the infernal MacAfee software did NOT have an uninstall option. Plenty of screaming at the assholes unfolded before I got that most-loathed software purged. For the record, and it may not be true any more, but MacAfee was one of the most invasive commercial self-advertising applications I have ever known, and ever since, (10 years at least), I refuse all options to add it on. This time that infernal Adobe outfit did not give me an option, it just "installed itself" from the same file as the Adobe upgrade. Cute trick that.
Then another round of planned infuriation erupted as I looked at my charge card bill online and I discovered a charge from a supplements outfit that I did not incur. True, about a month ago I took on a $5 charge for a free sample and I expected that to be the end of it. But no, the assholes laid on a $75 charge three days ago that I did not authorize or otherwise solicit. The least they could of done was phone me to ask if the supplement did anything positive (or otherwise), and they would of found out I didn't want any more, never mind it not doing anything anyhow. So much for "free" products and all that. Unsolicited billing is totally outrageous. And lo, if my email didn't crap out (Firefox and IE show the text only crammed up on the L side with no apparent functionality), and I had to use the supplement outfit's website to send an email. The charge statement was emailed yesterday and "for some reason" I didn't look at it, only to find out today that their call center is not open today, but was yesterday. The number of coincident inconveniences went up at least ten -fold since 04-2002.
As if I don't get enough conspiratorial information; here is a corker (meaning total paradigm shift). Opiate drug addiction is totally curable by large doses of Vitamin C. Thanks to Whale.to for all this excellent information. And yet this is rarely heard of in these parts (Canada), which is, I assume, much like the USA with respect to illegal drugs use. Not only does a megadose of vitamin C stop craving immediately, but if continued (for a week or so) it stops the opiate from even having an effect! Furthermore, the paper details the limbic brain system where the opiate receptors are, and provides research on the fact that Vitamin C displaces opiates altogether, and these receptors should be called "ascorbate" receptors.
This begins a meta-pondering as to what is The Powers That Be (TPTB) interest in having opiate addicted humans. Is it that the opiates (usually) are grown in another part of the world, and in the case of illegal opiates, change provenance frequently, so TPTB are looking for some kind of energetic signature depending on where the opiate was sourced? And too, making massive amounts of money on illegal importation and distribution is a plain good money spinner. It seems that no one responsible wants to do the right thing and make it legal and of a consistent quality (usually from a single source). The major pissing matches over safe injection site's in Vancouver BC would be another example of TPTB ensuring the clinically unconscionable status quo continues. Ditto for the so-called chemotherapy medications for cancer, and too, Vitamin C in large doses can help here. The more I travel down this road of nonconsensual human experimentation, the more I realize that TI's are not alone. Whole other populations of humans are being experimented upon, e.g. illegal drug usage, cancer patients, but they don't realize it.
An evening reading about the real NSA and what they do to psychic children. If you thought that the Brice Taylor story and a few others were experimentation one-offs, think again. The NSA systematizes child abuse to create alternate personalities in young children to later use them for psychic spying and sabotage, also systematically applied. I don't know where Steve Smith gets his information from, but I haven't read anything quite like it in such graphic detail. I would suggest caution if the reader has past abuse and/or DID (mulitple personalities).
On that grim note, time to call this done for the week and to post this.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Yogic Mondays
11-04-2013
No yoga last week by dint of extra work to get done last Friday, so I changed to Monday (today) to keep myself limber. As always, yoga and all its spinal stretching and contortions is of intense perp interest, and the instructor has twice intimated the involvement of another party. At the end of a class some four weeks ago, he said, "thanks for coming, and especially for those who came on short notice." Sounds like organized arrangement to me. And also, only an operative would have permission to say that; the hoi polloi abettors would be most uncomfortable alluding to an organized crime.
This time the very limber and yoga experienced Tall Girl, at least 6'1", was beside me, of note because two weeks ago they hid her behind a central pillar in the room. And she has very long arms and legs I came to notice from across the room some time ago. Or, at least, the perps had me looking at her more than I would of, as I make a point of not staring at anyone. As always, this particular Tall Girl has incredible balance and yoga posture, and can outstretch me in most poses. And one tattoo case directly behind me on the girl with the 2' long hair who I never did get a look at for the hair hanging down. Not a big deal, as I don't get to yoga more than once per week as the perps don't seem to like the idea of me working out much more than that. They shut down hiking in 2006 when I had to give up my vehicle, and I have only returned to it this year, and only every three weeks or so in the summer time..
Extra unconventional abuses this Monday; they had me rage-ified by pulling food out of my mouth and sending it to the floor, flicked additional food around, including hot cooking oil, though not on me, pulled items from my grasp so they could be sent to the floor at my feet. At the very moment of screaming at the assholes, why, my teeth came down on the remaining food in my mouth and my tongue contacted an very salty food surface. Funny how that "happens".
11-05-2013
A day of fucking hell, enabled by having the vineyard owners departing for supplies; I was racking wine and no end of things went wrong, and more than one recall failure that I never experienced before all this abuse descended upon me. At least 20 rage-ifications over the day, all of them in the afternoon, once the owner's family visitation was over. I was doing the same thing before they came with little problem; racking (transferring and leaving the wine sediment behind) out of a bin to a close lidded container. They arrived with winery supplies and I helped them unload them. A they were parked in the middle of my working area I couldn't continue with my winemaking activity. They had lunch there, I had it with them as there was nothing else I could do. After they departed, everything went wrong, duly arranged by the assholes who have the ability to cause "mishaps" and all manner of teleportational and telekinetic directed abuses.
As part of the abuse stream, the pumps got clogged somehow, one pump after the other. I had already pumped two tanks with no problem, but this third time the pump didn't operate at full speed, and there was no seeming source of the problem (in conventional physical terms). I unclogged the intake screen a number of times to no avail, the perps also opened up my hand to have the nut driver fall into the wine. Later they had an O-ring pop off the pipe union and into the wine. A regularly used quick connect tool wouldn't connect for the first time in a year since I built it, and they scrambled me around on additions before letting me get it right.
11-06-2013
There were people around today, so no sustained abuse, and the perps let me have a reasonably competent today.
11-07-2013
The perps dozed me off at work after lunch time for 20 minutes or so, while the co-owner was sleeping upstairs on her heavy medications as she has back pain. Another first for the assholes, as I never feel tired in these circumstances, even with a lot less sleep.
An after work visit to the specialty grocery store got me a rude gangstalker episode. I went there to get coffee and put it in the grinder, and lo, if these two Fuckwits, a most unlikely pair, didn't suddenly arrive and start hanging around me as they too were shopping for coffee. And not just idly, but comparing different brands and the like, and then encroaching on personal space where they reached for something near my feet. At that point I called them out and asked if they had any manners, and the one male dick said "sorry". Finally, after the coffee grinder had finished and I was no longer captive, I got the fuck out of there and to the checkout. One customer was ahead and she did her best to protract the scene for at least two minutes. In the meantime, this woman with long grey hair arrives and posts herself like a sentry 10' away at the end of the closest aisle and is unusually obvious as she isn't shopping. She then licks her lips for no reason. With all the gangstalkers in the store I thought that someone else would arrive to follow me in the checkout. But no, it was the weird coffee stalking pair, purchasing three bags of the same kind of coffee that was being replaced by this latest purchase. As before, coffee in all its brown-ess and whatever other properties it confers to the perps has been one of their most consistent props over the 11.5 years of this insane deranged Fuckover.
11-08-2013
Yoga again on a Friday; what a zoo. Some 18 others or so, up from 7 or 8 of us at the last same weekday time. The long haired dude with the vile tattoos was there, artfully arranging himself halfway along the sightline I had on the instructor. Said instructor, male with additional Unfavored attributes of large gut, bald head and fugly shorts is assigned to all the advanced yoga classes, presumably to keep me from getting distracted by cute young female instructors. Another skinheaded (much Unfavored) male looked like an emancipated lab rat, and thankfully he stayed out of my view for the entire class. It wasn't all bad, as they put a lithe dancer girl in front of me for directing my gaze in the direction of above mentioned tattoo case.
The vineyard owner came back from being away for a 10 days, and was full of his usual pissy-ness. There was a reason though, as the red wine that he insisted on filtering, had an oxidation problem. Said owner insisted on filtering this wine, in two separate instances, over my objections to each. On the fourth filtering pass, in which I told him yet again that there was no need to filter, he finally listened to me. The wine got beat up by the filtering and he seemed to think that I was the culprit when I made additions to prevent oxidation. Anyhow, I got to get a different gig, as the dynamic is getting poisonous; the "told you so" list is getting far too long. Which is something the perps have always liked to inject into my existence; have belligerent incompetants screw thing up so they would be deemed saboteurs.
11-09-2013
Saturday, and laundry at the laundromat, this being a first with a low freak/Unfavored count; only one other. He was an apparent cowboy (hat), arriving in this ridiculous red colored Ford station wagon and brought his laundry in ahead of me to then sit it on a table while he improbably looked around at notices on the walls, not getting on with laundry. (Who does that unless guided by others?) Naturally (ahem) he had his two red shirts spilling out of his bag onto the table when I passed by. I load my washing machines, switching one that I had loaded due to some odd colored liquid in the detergent. (To take away the excuse of bleach spotting sabotage). Said cowboy was on his cell phone at that moment, (while I was engaging in the financial transaction of putting money in the coin box), and he got my attention for a second as I thought he was talking to me. I get my two loads started, and why, he has gone, when my last look at him was that he was loading his washing machine. As I pass by, his load is loaded, save those red shirts on the table. All to make this scenario more contrived, as who on earth departs in the middle of loading one's laundry? He had the money to get detergent from the dispensing machine, so what was so important that he had to leave then? It wasn't the phone call, as he initiated the call, and was loading his washing machine after the call. As always, the perps are totally bent out of shape over me doing laundry, even stealing clothes back in the terror-struck days of 2002. And too, the relentless amount of fuckery that "happens" to laundry; loose thread eruptions, accelerated fabric wear, hairs from somewhere on the clean clothes, bleach spots when I didn't use any and even spots of oil on the clothes (read on) that were not there when I put the clothes in the washing machine.
The assholes spotted my new cotton shirt, one that got altered when new, with oil on the front and back. The usual routine; apply Shout, soak, and then re-wash manually in the kitchen sink and then spread out to dry on a towel. (No laundry facilities in this residence). All to have said shirt "join" the synthetic fabric clothes drying on the drying rack nearby, as I only dry cottons (towels and bedclothes mainly) in the dryer at the laundromat. So it would seem that the perps need to compare the energetics of a twice laundered item (laundromat and residence) to the once laundered items (laundromat only) that were already drying on a rack inside after the washing cycle completed. And too, they love the color changes, a huge game for them,- the darker color of a wet item that slowly dries and now becomes dark green, its natural color when dry. Not forgetting that this dark green shirt was purchased after someone, somehow, spotted the olive green shirt (identical garment type,- long sleeve stretch cotton fabric) with bleach at the aforementioned laundromat, about 6 weeks ago. And lo, if there wasn't any olive green shirts to replace the one that was sabotaged with their bleaching games they like to do. And too, this shirt had a collar that went up my neck and I had it altered before I wore it, and that took two weeks before the alterations person finished it. And not forgetting that I bought this shirt under First Feral Family conditions; my brother's store with my sister-in-law and mother present. Talk about a storied and targeted shirt for nefarious purposes that only the perps would know about.
A two hour nap attack this afternoon, and the sleep was not needed as I slept for two extra hours last night. Obviously the timing was important, as it was the dusk transition; lying down when daylight 1615h, and getting up while dark, 1815h.
All week there was a show I wanted to catch tonight, and lo, if I didn't get skunked in that it was sold out when I finally got to make the call about noon today. Like WTF; a new musical act, very low on the radar ($14 ticket), and I had listened to them online, then every day this week I meant to call to reserve a ticket, and when the perps finally let me call, (it is quite plain my recall is routinely fucked with), they arrange for the show to be sold out. I cannot count the number of times the perps arranged "dashed expectations", often many inside a week. Besides, I have been to this venue before, and presumably they have the place and staff ordered and organized to participate in the gangstalking and the rest of this contrived reality.
11-10-2013
The perps woke me in the night for two hours of awake time, having the recent past replayed again and again. Why, when they do this all day?
Windows Cut and paste are getting messed with, another favorite perp stunt now gaining prominence from past remissions. They seem to like to have the blue colored reversed font flash and display part of what I have selected, and then go on to screw my motor coordination to have the line and/or paragraph highlighted, and then go back to screwing with the display for multiple words. Having added some recent links to the TI Blogs static page, the exact same thing occurred two days in succession.
And a shut-in Sunday today; constant dark grey clouds and a whole lot of demotivation keeping me house bound. Additionally, the perps have added some kind of diaphragm region muscle aches (pain pangs), and anytime I shift position I get this muscle spasm around my diaphragm, causing pain and breathing difficulties. No weekends off as a TI. It has been getting worse all day, and it might come down to crawling about to relieve this specific symptom.
Three new-to-me TI blogs I have found, being mysteriously motivated when I haven't looked for any for at least three years.
Targeted Individual Connections to the bigger picture, plus the Collection of Targeted Individual Sources.
Ramblings of a Targeted Individual Homelessness and much duress at the basic survival level.
Fortnight Transmissions About surveillance and gangstalking; calm and measured- a welcome tonic to the harassed TI.
Escape Australia (177pp PDF) has many similar descriptions of gangstalking as my own, though interestingly the perps didn't force the couple apart.
The mid-rib muscle pangs of pain continue to erupt as I attempt to do normal things; looking at my watch got me such pain, as did moving around in the kitchen, when sitting down. I hope this type of debilitation is over tomorrow.
Other games going on with increased frequency are the perps playing with font sizes and line spacing of web pages. I return to a web page and find the font shrunk down. Of late, the Firefox bookmark manager has taken to spacing the links by an extra half line space.
And I see my keyboard is acting up, and that I got a mid-rib muscle pain as I started this very sentence; time to call it done for a week and see what next comes my way.
No yoga last week by dint of extra work to get done last Friday, so I changed to Monday (today) to keep myself limber. As always, yoga and all its spinal stretching and contortions is of intense perp interest, and the instructor has twice intimated the involvement of another party. At the end of a class some four weeks ago, he said, "thanks for coming, and especially for those who came on short notice." Sounds like organized arrangement to me. And also, only an operative would have permission to say that; the hoi polloi abettors would be most uncomfortable alluding to an organized crime.
This time the very limber and yoga experienced Tall Girl, at least 6'1", was beside me, of note because two weeks ago they hid her behind a central pillar in the room. And she has very long arms and legs I came to notice from across the room some time ago. Or, at least, the perps had me looking at her more than I would of, as I make a point of not staring at anyone. As always, this particular Tall Girl has incredible balance and yoga posture, and can outstretch me in most poses. And one tattoo case directly behind me on the girl with the 2' long hair who I never did get a look at for the hair hanging down. Not a big deal, as I don't get to yoga more than once per week as the perps don't seem to like the idea of me working out much more than that. They shut down hiking in 2006 when I had to give up my vehicle, and I have only returned to it this year, and only every three weeks or so in the summer time..
Extra unconventional abuses this Monday; they had me rage-ified by pulling food out of my mouth and sending it to the floor, flicked additional food around, including hot cooking oil, though not on me, pulled items from my grasp so they could be sent to the floor at my feet. At the very moment of screaming at the assholes, why, my teeth came down on the remaining food in my mouth and my tongue contacted an very salty food surface. Funny how that "happens".
11-05-2013
A day of fucking hell, enabled by having the vineyard owners departing for supplies; I was racking wine and no end of things went wrong, and more than one recall failure that I never experienced before all this abuse descended upon me. At least 20 rage-ifications over the day, all of them in the afternoon, once the owner's family visitation was over. I was doing the same thing before they came with little problem; racking (transferring and leaving the wine sediment behind) out of a bin to a close lidded container. They arrived with winery supplies and I helped them unload them. A they were parked in the middle of my working area I couldn't continue with my winemaking activity. They had lunch there, I had it with them as there was nothing else I could do. After they departed, everything went wrong, duly arranged by the assholes who have the ability to cause "mishaps" and all manner of teleportational and telekinetic directed abuses.
As part of the abuse stream, the pumps got clogged somehow, one pump after the other. I had already pumped two tanks with no problem, but this third time the pump didn't operate at full speed, and there was no seeming source of the problem (in conventional physical terms). I unclogged the intake screen a number of times to no avail, the perps also opened up my hand to have the nut driver fall into the wine. Later they had an O-ring pop off the pipe union and into the wine. A regularly used quick connect tool wouldn't connect for the first time in a year since I built it, and they scrambled me around on additions before letting me get it right.
11-06-2013
There were people around today, so no sustained abuse, and the perps let me have a reasonably competent today.
11-07-2013
The perps dozed me off at work after lunch time for 20 minutes or so, while the co-owner was sleeping upstairs on her heavy medications as she has back pain. Another first for the assholes, as I never feel tired in these circumstances, even with a lot less sleep.
An after work visit to the specialty grocery store got me a rude gangstalker episode. I went there to get coffee and put it in the grinder, and lo, if these two Fuckwits, a most unlikely pair, didn't suddenly arrive and start hanging around me as they too were shopping for coffee. And not just idly, but comparing different brands and the like, and then encroaching on personal space where they reached for something near my feet. At that point I called them out and asked if they had any manners, and the one male dick said "sorry". Finally, after the coffee grinder had finished and I was no longer captive, I got the fuck out of there and to the checkout. One customer was ahead and she did her best to protract the scene for at least two minutes. In the meantime, this woman with long grey hair arrives and posts herself like a sentry 10' away at the end of the closest aisle and is unusually obvious as she isn't shopping. She then licks her lips for no reason. With all the gangstalkers in the store I thought that someone else would arrive to follow me in the checkout. But no, it was the weird coffee stalking pair, purchasing three bags of the same kind of coffee that was being replaced by this latest purchase. As before, coffee in all its brown-ess and whatever other properties it confers to the perps has been one of their most consistent props over the 11.5 years of this insane deranged Fuckover.
11-08-2013
Yoga again on a Friday; what a zoo. Some 18 others or so, up from 7 or 8 of us at the last same weekday time. The long haired dude with the vile tattoos was there, artfully arranging himself halfway along the sightline I had on the instructor. Said instructor, male with additional Unfavored attributes of large gut, bald head and fugly shorts is assigned to all the advanced yoga classes, presumably to keep me from getting distracted by cute young female instructors. Another skinheaded (much Unfavored) male looked like an emancipated lab rat, and thankfully he stayed out of my view for the entire class. It wasn't all bad, as they put a lithe dancer girl in front of me for directing my gaze in the direction of above mentioned tattoo case.
The vineyard owner came back from being away for a 10 days, and was full of his usual pissy-ness. There was a reason though, as the red wine that he insisted on filtering, had an oxidation problem. Said owner insisted on filtering this wine, in two separate instances, over my objections to each. On the fourth filtering pass, in which I told him yet again that there was no need to filter, he finally listened to me. The wine got beat up by the filtering and he seemed to think that I was the culprit when I made additions to prevent oxidation. Anyhow, I got to get a different gig, as the dynamic is getting poisonous; the "told you so" list is getting far too long. Which is something the perps have always liked to inject into my existence; have belligerent incompetants screw thing up so they would be deemed saboteurs.
11-09-2013
Saturday, and laundry at the laundromat, this being a first with a low freak/Unfavored count; only one other. He was an apparent cowboy (hat), arriving in this ridiculous red colored Ford station wagon and brought his laundry in ahead of me to then sit it on a table while he improbably looked around at notices on the walls, not getting on with laundry. (Who does that unless guided by others?) Naturally (ahem) he had his two red shirts spilling out of his bag onto the table when I passed by. I load my washing machines, switching one that I had loaded due to some odd colored liquid in the detergent. (To take away the excuse of bleach spotting sabotage). Said cowboy was on his cell phone at that moment, (while I was engaging in the financial transaction of putting money in the coin box), and he got my attention for a second as I thought he was talking to me. I get my two loads started, and why, he has gone, when my last look at him was that he was loading his washing machine. As I pass by, his load is loaded, save those red shirts on the table. All to make this scenario more contrived, as who on earth departs in the middle of loading one's laundry? He had the money to get detergent from the dispensing machine, so what was so important that he had to leave then? It wasn't the phone call, as he initiated the call, and was loading his washing machine after the call. As always, the perps are totally bent out of shape over me doing laundry, even stealing clothes back in the terror-struck days of 2002. And too, the relentless amount of fuckery that "happens" to laundry; loose thread eruptions, accelerated fabric wear, hairs from somewhere on the clean clothes, bleach spots when I didn't use any and even spots of oil on the clothes (read on) that were not there when I put the clothes in the washing machine.
The assholes spotted my new cotton shirt, one that got altered when new, with oil on the front and back. The usual routine; apply Shout, soak, and then re-wash manually in the kitchen sink and then spread out to dry on a towel. (No laundry facilities in this residence). All to have said shirt "join" the synthetic fabric clothes drying on the drying rack nearby, as I only dry cottons (towels and bedclothes mainly) in the dryer at the laundromat. So it would seem that the perps need to compare the energetics of a twice laundered item (laundromat and residence) to the once laundered items (laundromat only) that were already drying on a rack inside after the washing cycle completed. And too, they love the color changes, a huge game for them,- the darker color of a wet item that slowly dries and now becomes dark green, its natural color when dry. Not forgetting that this dark green shirt was purchased after someone, somehow, spotted the olive green shirt (identical garment type,- long sleeve stretch cotton fabric) with bleach at the aforementioned laundromat, about 6 weeks ago. And lo, if there wasn't any olive green shirts to replace the one that was sabotaged with their bleaching games they like to do. And too, this shirt had a collar that went up my neck and I had it altered before I wore it, and that took two weeks before the alterations person finished it. And not forgetting that I bought this shirt under First Feral Family conditions; my brother's store with my sister-in-law and mother present. Talk about a storied and targeted shirt for nefarious purposes that only the perps would know about.
A two hour nap attack this afternoon, and the sleep was not needed as I slept for two extra hours last night. Obviously the timing was important, as it was the dusk transition; lying down when daylight 1615h, and getting up while dark, 1815h.
All week there was a show I wanted to catch tonight, and lo, if I didn't get skunked in that it was sold out when I finally got to make the call about noon today. Like WTF; a new musical act, very low on the radar ($14 ticket), and I had listened to them online, then every day this week I meant to call to reserve a ticket, and when the perps finally let me call, (it is quite plain my recall is routinely fucked with), they arrange for the show to be sold out. I cannot count the number of times the perps arranged "dashed expectations", often many inside a week. Besides, I have been to this venue before, and presumably they have the place and staff ordered and organized to participate in the gangstalking and the rest of this contrived reality.
11-10-2013
The perps woke me in the night for two hours of awake time, having the recent past replayed again and again. Why, when they do this all day?
Windows Cut and paste are getting messed with, another favorite perp stunt now gaining prominence from past remissions. They seem to like to have the blue colored reversed font flash and display part of what I have selected, and then go on to screw my motor coordination to have the line and/or paragraph highlighted, and then go back to screwing with the display for multiple words. Having added some recent links to the TI Blogs static page, the exact same thing occurred two days in succession.
And a shut-in Sunday today; constant dark grey clouds and a whole lot of demotivation keeping me house bound. Additionally, the perps have added some kind of diaphragm region muscle aches (pain pangs), and anytime I shift position I get this muscle spasm around my diaphragm, causing pain and breathing difficulties. No weekends off as a TI. It has been getting worse all day, and it might come down to crawling about to relieve this specific symptom.
Three new-to-me TI blogs I have found, being mysteriously motivated when I haven't looked for any for at least three years.
Targeted Individual Connections to the bigger picture, plus the Collection of Targeted Individual Sources.
Ramblings of a Targeted Individual Homelessness and much duress at the basic survival level.
Fortnight Transmissions About surveillance and gangstalking; calm and measured- a welcome tonic to the harassed TI.
Escape Australia (177pp PDF) has many similar descriptions of gangstalking as my own, though interestingly the perps didn't force the couple apart.
The mid-rib muscle pangs of pain continue to erupt as I attempt to do normal things; looking at my watch got me such pain, as did moving around in the kitchen, when sitting down. I hope this type of debilitation is over tomorrow.
Other games going on with increased frequency are the perps playing with font sizes and line spacing of web pages. I return to a web page and find the font shrunk down. Of late, the Firefox bookmark manager has taken to spacing the links by an extra half line space.
And I see my keyboard is acting up, and that I got a mid-rib muscle pain as I started this very sentence; time to call it done for a week and see what next comes my way.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Alarm Clock Games
08-20-2013
I got screwed again over the alarm clock; twice this time. I awoke at 0445h to find the alarm not set and so I set it and went back to sleep. About 50 min. later I awoke to find that it didn't go off at 0500h, and was screwed out of getting my usual timely start. So... only one cup of coffee instead of two, and then shaving only my face and none of the other regular places. And I suppose, having been through this once last week, the big perp test is to see if changing my shaving routine is in some way remotely measurable by whatever means they use. The usual "not my problem..." refrain applies here too.
Yesterday's yoga class spared me the Fuckwit in red, though they had two males in class when there has been consistently none, save me for the last 8 months, except last week's aforementioned all-red case. They put the hideous tattoo-ed arms dude 6' away to my R. and the other male was as far away as possible, some 20'. And another curiousity was that the mats of many class members were already in place before they arrived. They would walk in for the first time and onto their mat. A different class was held immediately before, so maybe they took the class, slunk out of the rear door and then came in through the front door, timed with my movement into the class. Most strange. The Tall Girl was behind me this time, and has been a regular mat neighbor for the past 6 months (L, R, and now behind, and in S facing and N facing orientations). I don't know the significance of the Tall Girl gangstalking, but it has increased of late. By that I mean, 6' or taller, as I am 5'11".
Said hideous tattoo-ed dude had been a regular lobby only stalker after class ended, but now they have injected him into the advanced yoga class for whatever reason. The young but stocky woman to my L had a faded tattoo on her shoulder, so by putting me between two tattoo acts, maybe it was about quantum entanglement of the respective tattoos. I have no idea why the perps decide to place tattoo acts around me, except to disgust/annoy me, but the above mentioned refrain applies, "not my problem, so why....".
08-21-2013
A day of dimming of the sun for half the day; a strange and persistent cloud managed to pull off tracking the sun for at least three hours.
The eyeglasses switch again; the broken temple piece is to be repaired, so I get temporary temples until the repair is done. Like WTF; they unilaterally order temples for temporary use, and "forget" to tell me as I could use them with my old lenses.
Many more strange vision perturbations with these old non-progressive eyeglasses lenses that I am wearing as my back-up pair as I type this. Two weeks ago, there was minimal transition perturbations, but there is this time "somehow" there is.
Then the Large Dude force needed to stalk me in the LD store after swapping glasses. Them and their ridiculous shorts and hairy legs.
08-22-2013
An eyeglasses exchange again; the new lenses (of two weeks ago) with a pair of new "loaner" temples while my regular pair are shipped off to a lab somewhere that can solder titanium. Recall that the optician somehow broke the solder job on the R side and it was joined with a plastic tube splice and later my own white adhesive tape as the former came apart while the optician was away all last week. And delaying the repair job too of course.
08-23-2013
An wearing my special temporary specs on a workday; new (two week old) lenses, loaner temples, and the bridge from my old pair.
And when going to deposit my check at the ATM at 0630h, the dude force "joined me" at the ATM again; the preceding Fuckwit from a pickup that was the same color as my vehicle, metallic middle grey, was scripted to get ahead of me. Another dude was in a white pickup and crossed both our paths before getting to the bank.
The perps pulled a rain, which had the unerring knack of stopping when I had the appropriate head wear. Then when not wearing a hat, why, the rain started up again. On with the hat after lunch, and lo, if it didn't stop raining again.
A fake MVA on the way home after a big stakeout at LD where they obstructed the check outs, and one female Fuckwit bought a box of 1lb coffee bags, all to add extra "browning around" at the checkout. Another Fuckwit walked in with a pane of double glaze glass while I was waiting in line for crissakes.
08-24-2013
No printed receipt for my gasoline purchase again; the third time in three successive fill-ups at two different fuel vendors. And the ATM did this to me a few weeks ago. I can hear the printer, but no paper comes out.
I went to the farmers market early, but there was still a crowd of waddlers and dawdlers, all designed around obstructing me in making egress. Even the ones that pretend not to hear or see me manage to do this as I am approaching behind them and their timing is perfect to verr in front of my intended path.
I see that the laundromat freaks were in place again; one woman on crutches was attempting to clean up a water mess on the floor. Sorry, I am not going to help, as I get in and out as fast as I can before another freak get in my way. Bald males, fat women, shiftless gaped mouthed males, elder males with the dumb tourist hat and shorts etc.
Current day MIB at the SOF supermarket were tailing me; "happening" to come by when I was shopping/looking at freezer containers at each of two locations. Then as the third time finale, there were near the checkouts with these large-gutted MIB pointing toward me. No bowler hats, ties or umbrellas of course, but black seems to be the new look for "management" as the staff are normally in green T-shirts.
Later my internet was taken out as the profile was suddenly lost and then it wouldn't let me access the profile via the settings as it was greyed out. Cute trick that. then it fixed itself somehow, hence this posting continuing.
And it just never fucking ends, even if it looks that way. After paying child support for my daughter for four extra years because the lawyer changed the agreement without my knowledge, as we had agreed earlier on a date, her 19th birthday. Somehow it got changed to "upon reaching the age of majority", which turns out to be a loosey-goosey legal term to mean the end of post-secondary education to the age of 25. The ex is now hitting me up for $100 per month as our daughter got an internship for four months, which is code for nearly free labor. So here we go again, another financial request after four extra years of monthly payments, courtesy of the lawyer's malfeasance, though directed by another party.
And to put the "intern" word into play again, as it has been on the news often of late. In this province an intern position can only be made available to those in an academic program, but somehow this has slipped the attention of one of Vancouver's most prominent sports team.
08-25-2013
Yesterday (Saturday) I met up with the out-of-town brother and family who came here to Penticton for the Challenge Triathalon, as he will be doing running in a team triathalon. And it was up to me to phone and find out where they were and their plans yesterday when they arrive two days earlier (Thursday). Visiting First Feral Family members often engage in strange uncommunicative behaviors; I didn't know he was to come until four days ago when talking to my perp-abetting mother on the phone.
And a much sudden "need" to get onto freezing the surplus of cucumbers and zucchinis that I happened to pick from the vegetable garden plot at the vineyard. I was responsible for watering it through the week and was offered to take all the ripe vegetables that I wanted. That then morphed into "needing" a food processor to handle the volume, some 20 of them. And while in Walmart for getting a cutting board as two regular vendors seemed to be out of them, there was a great deal (likely subsidized) on a $50 vacuum cleaner the cleaning lady at the vineyard was raving about. The shelves were empty of the model I wanted, and while walking the aisle to get to the checkout, why, there was a pallet load of the very model I was looking for. A surge of five males erupted from different directions when I picked up the brown cardboard boxed vacuum cleaner, and at one of them led me to the checkout area.
As usual, the dudes are wearing fugly check and plaid shorts, all to put on the hairy legs which the the perps like me to see as part of the Unfavored features tour. And a surplus of male guts to be observed in profile. Then a four-some (a party of one, and of three) of gangstalkers led me out of the Walmart, each of them taking a separate door on cue. Plus an E. Indian male was coming straight at me, making that he wanted to go to the washroom door I was passing by, he of the Smirk Squad.
This is race day (Sunday), and many of the streets are blocked off, so that constrained my vehicular egress, hence the above Walmart visit. But it didn't stop the "open door" twits from gangstalking me; an extra contingent of Fuckwits puttering at an open door of a vehicle, and as soon as I arrive as close as I am going to get, why, the puttering suddenly stops and they tail me. And race day, with some of the FFF in town also coincides with different ear pressures which I cannot shake off, or otherwise manipulate to end. Also added into the cognitive assaults is that I have the sensation of being stoned, drunk or somehow detached from my environment. This has gone on all day so far (1330h as I write this, and will doubtless continue with my inaugural use of the new food processor.
Yesterday, while with the above mentioned FFF at the beach, yet again, an eruption of extra-jocular males (two playing buddy-buddy) cavorted in our proximity, and their exuberant inanity persisted for at least 1.5 hours. Though no sand was kicked up in my face or any other imminent fuckery that happens to erupt. The perps also put on three young women in bikinis in front, so they were a more welcome distraction. And too, some people are doing the weirdest things; walking along the beach and then they decide to stand in the water, some 40' away at a depth of 2' or less for at least 10 minutes. Then they retire to the beach to lie down or sit up for a half hour, and then do another round of senseless standing in the water for 20 minutes. As usual, there was plenty of hot-rod muffler noise and HD motorcycle noise as a background to being at the beach. Another variance was a nearby party having their dog on the beach, which is expressly disallowed according to the posted signs. Once I wondered how people got away with this BS when there are so many others around, but no more; they got permission from the Arrangers who also ensured that there were no bylaw enforcement personnel.
And today, there have been plenty of extra abuses and telekinetic fuckery; crumbs or hairs that arrive from no where when my back is turned, usually on just-cleaned surfaces. One of their all time favorites is to have onion skins arrive from nowhere, that were formerly in the garbage can. Another was dill fragments that arrived in places it was nowhere close to. The dill aroma was getting so prevalent in perp tricks that I eventually threw it out as I was fed up with the level of exploitation the perps were putting me through. As it was likely the first dill that I had purchased in over 30 years, because it is too smelly for my liking, the perps thought they could exploit it to the max.
Plenty of damage to fabrics and sheets of late; pics to follow for the next posting, assuming I will remember this commitment.
[Minor grammatical changes made 08-31-2013]
I got screwed again over the alarm clock; twice this time. I awoke at 0445h to find the alarm not set and so I set it and went back to sleep. About 50 min. later I awoke to find that it didn't go off at 0500h, and was screwed out of getting my usual timely start. So... only one cup of coffee instead of two, and then shaving only my face and none of the other regular places. And I suppose, having been through this once last week, the big perp test is to see if changing my shaving routine is in some way remotely measurable by whatever means they use. The usual "not my problem..." refrain applies here too.
Yesterday's yoga class spared me the Fuckwit in red, though they had two males in class when there has been consistently none, save me for the last 8 months, except last week's aforementioned all-red case. They put the hideous tattoo-ed arms dude 6' away to my R. and the other male was as far away as possible, some 20'. And another curiousity was that the mats of many class members were already in place before they arrived. They would walk in for the first time and onto their mat. A different class was held immediately before, so maybe they took the class, slunk out of the rear door and then came in through the front door, timed with my movement into the class. Most strange. The Tall Girl was behind me this time, and has been a regular mat neighbor for the past 6 months (L, R, and now behind, and in S facing and N facing orientations). I don't know the significance of the Tall Girl gangstalking, but it has increased of late. By that I mean, 6' or taller, as I am 5'11".
Said hideous tattoo-ed dude had been a regular lobby only stalker after class ended, but now they have injected him into the advanced yoga class for whatever reason. The young but stocky woman to my L had a faded tattoo on her shoulder, so by putting me between two tattoo acts, maybe it was about quantum entanglement of the respective tattoos. I have no idea why the perps decide to place tattoo acts around me, except to disgust/annoy me, but the above mentioned refrain applies, "not my problem, so why....".
08-21-2013
A day of dimming of the sun for half the day; a strange and persistent cloud managed to pull off tracking the sun for at least three hours.
The eyeglasses switch again; the broken temple piece is to be repaired, so I get temporary temples until the repair is done. Like WTF; they unilaterally order temples for temporary use, and "forget" to tell me as I could use them with my old lenses.
Many more strange vision perturbations with these old non-progressive eyeglasses lenses that I am wearing as my back-up pair as I type this. Two weeks ago, there was minimal transition perturbations, but there is this time "somehow" there is.
Then the Large Dude force needed to stalk me in the LD store after swapping glasses. Them and their ridiculous shorts and hairy legs.
08-22-2013
An eyeglasses exchange again; the new lenses (of two weeks ago) with a pair of new "loaner" temples while my regular pair are shipped off to a lab somewhere that can solder titanium. Recall that the optician somehow broke the solder job on the R side and it was joined with a plastic tube splice and later my own white adhesive tape as the former came apart while the optician was away all last week. And delaying the repair job too of course.
08-23-2013
An wearing my special temporary specs on a workday; new (two week old) lenses, loaner temples, and the bridge from my old pair.
And when going to deposit my check at the ATM at 0630h, the dude force "joined me" at the ATM again; the preceding Fuckwit from a pickup that was the same color as my vehicle, metallic middle grey, was scripted to get ahead of me. Another dude was in a white pickup and crossed both our paths before getting to the bank.
The perps pulled a rain, which had the unerring knack of stopping when I had the appropriate head wear. Then when not wearing a hat, why, the rain started up again. On with the hat after lunch, and lo, if it didn't stop raining again.
A fake MVA on the way home after a big stakeout at LD where they obstructed the check outs, and one female Fuckwit bought a box of 1lb coffee bags, all to add extra "browning around" at the checkout. Another Fuckwit walked in with a pane of double glaze glass while I was waiting in line for crissakes.
08-24-2013
No printed receipt for my gasoline purchase again; the third time in three successive fill-ups at two different fuel vendors. And the ATM did this to me a few weeks ago. I can hear the printer, but no paper comes out.
I went to the farmers market early, but there was still a crowd of waddlers and dawdlers, all designed around obstructing me in making egress. Even the ones that pretend not to hear or see me manage to do this as I am approaching behind them and their timing is perfect to verr in front of my intended path.
I see that the laundromat freaks were in place again; one woman on crutches was attempting to clean up a water mess on the floor. Sorry, I am not going to help, as I get in and out as fast as I can before another freak get in my way. Bald males, fat women, shiftless gaped mouthed males, elder males with the dumb tourist hat and shorts etc.
Current day MIB at the SOF supermarket were tailing me; "happening" to come by when I was shopping/looking at freezer containers at each of two locations. Then as the third time finale, there were near the checkouts with these large-gutted MIB pointing toward me. No bowler hats, ties or umbrellas of course, but black seems to be the new look for "management" as the staff are normally in green T-shirts.
Later my internet was taken out as the profile was suddenly lost and then it wouldn't let me access the profile via the settings as it was greyed out. Cute trick that. then it fixed itself somehow, hence this posting continuing.
And it just never fucking ends, even if it looks that way. After paying child support for my daughter for four extra years because the lawyer changed the agreement without my knowledge, as we had agreed earlier on a date, her 19th birthday. Somehow it got changed to "upon reaching the age of majority", which turns out to be a loosey-goosey legal term to mean the end of post-secondary education to the age of 25. The ex is now hitting me up for $100 per month as our daughter got an internship for four months, which is code for nearly free labor. So here we go again, another financial request after four extra years of monthly payments, courtesy of the lawyer's malfeasance, though directed by another party.
And to put the "intern" word into play again, as it has been on the news often of late. In this province an intern position can only be made available to those in an academic program, but somehow this has slipped the attention of one of Vancouver's most prominent sports team.
08-25-2013
Yesterday (Saturday) I met up with the out-of-town brother and family who came here to Penticton for the Challenge Triathalon, as he will be doing running in a team triathalon. And it was up to me to phone and find out where they were and their plans yesterday when they arrive two days earlier (Thursday). Visiting First Feral Family members often engage in strange uncommunicative behaviors; I didn't know he was to come until four days ago when talking to my perp-abetting mother on the phone.
And a much sudden "need" to get onto freezing the surplus of cucumbers and zucchinis that I happened to pick from the vegetable garden plot at the vineyard. I was responsible for watering it through the week and was offered to take all the ripe vegetables that I wanted. That then morphed into "needing" a food processor to handle the volume, some 20 of them. And while in Walmart for getting a cutting board as two regular vendors seemed to be out of them, there was a great deal (likely subsidized) on a $50 vacuum cleaner the cleaning lady at the vineyard was raving about. The shelves were empty of the model I wanted, and while walking the aisle to get to the checkout, why, there was a pallet load of the very model I was looking for. A surge of five males erupted from different directions when I picked up the brown cardboard boxed vacuum cleaner, and at one of them led me to the checkout area.
As usual, the dudes are wearing fugly check and plaid shorts, all to put on the hairy legs which the the perps like me to see as part of the Unfavored features tour. And a surplus of male guts to be observed in profile. Then a four-some (a party of one, and of three) of gangstalkers led me out of the Walmart, each of them taking a separate door on cue. Plus an E. Indian male was coming straight at me, making that he wanted to go to the washroom door I was passing by, he of the Smirk Squad.
This is race day (Sunday), and many of the streets are blocked off, so that constrained my vehicular egress, hence the above Walmart visit. But it didn't stop the "open door" twits from gangstalking me; an extra contingent of Fuckwits puttering at an open door of a vehicle, and as soon as I arrive as close as I am going to get, why, the puttering suddenly stops and they tail me. And race day, with some of the FFF in town also coincides with different ear pressures which I cannot shake off, or otherwise manipulate to end. Also added into the cognitive assaults is that I have the sensation of being stoned, drunk or somehow detached from my environment. This has gone on all day so far (1330h as I write this, and will doubtless continue with my inaugural use of the new food processor.
Yesterday, while with the above mentioned FFF at the beach, yet again, an eruption of extra-jocular males (two playing buddy-buddy) cavorted in our proximity, and their exuberant inanity persisted for at least 1.5 hours. Though no sand was kicked up in my face or any other imminent fuckery that happens to erupt. The perps also put on three young women in bikinis in front, so they were a more welcome distraction. And too, some people are doing the weirdest things; walking along the beach and then they decide to stand in the water, some 40' away at a depth of 2' or less for at least 10 minutes. Then they retire to the beach to lie down or sit up for a half hour, and then do another round of senseless standing in the water for 20 minutes. As usual, there was plenty of hot-rod muffler noise and HD motorcycle noise as a background to being at the beach. Another variance was a nearby party having their dog on the beach, which is expressly disallowed according to the posted signs. Once I wondered how people got away with this BS when there are so many others around, but no more; they got permission from the Arrangers who also ensured that there were no bylaw enforcement personnel.
And today, there have been plenty of extra abuses and telekinetic fuckery; crumbs or hairs that arrive from no where when my back is turned, usually on just-cleaned surfaces. One of their all time favorites is to have onion skins arrive from nowhere, that were formerly in the garbage can. Another was dill fragments that arrived in places it was nowhere close to. The dill aroma was getting so prevalent in perp tricks that I eventually threw it out as I was fed up with the level of exploitation the perps were putting me through. As it was likely the first dill that I had purchased in over 30 years, because it is too smelly for my liking, the perps thought they could exploit it to the max.
Plenty of damage to fabrics and sheets of late; pics to follow for the next posting, assuming I will remember this commitment.
[Minor grammatical changes made 08-31-2013]
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Spooked by the Weather Forecast
08-11-2012
I was serious about going hiking today, but the weather forecast called for a thunderstorm warning in the afternoon, so I backed off and it became a mellow morning of online putzing and some music listening. As the sun was out at lunch time, I tanned on the lawn outside my door, a rare treat to have a private tanning location free from ants (when in the woods) or stalker games that erupt near me at the beach. It started out quiet, and later got silly with dude babble noise, aircraft noise, hot rod muffler noise and the much loathed HD noise. Silly, because they were pushing these through so I would hear them while my fave music was playing on my Android phone. They did some dimming with clouds for the first half hour, and then let me cook for an hour or so until the phone suddenly crashed. About then more clouds were rolling in so I gave it up. Then onto a shower and a body hydrating creme to "seal in" the tanning benefits. And the phone is crashed to the point that it won't re-boot from a battery pull, so I will have to take it to the blonde Cleavage Girl at Telus again for her magic touch, like last time. (The script is that she wears a low cut top and then leans over the desk with my phone in hand, and ensures I get a full view/distraction when the phone springs to life).
And here we are at 2030h, and no thunderstorm, just a spit of rain while reading the Data Asylum site someone mentioned. I know that movies are often used as vehicles to reveal "tells", to let us in on what is being done to the human race, so it was most interesting to read about it as the perps keep me movie impoverished to say the least.
The perps like me to apply face or body cremes of late, say the last five months. They will even have me mix two kinds in my hand and apply it. After 11 years of insane abuse, this is where they are at. That would exclude sun block, as they have me use it all summer time, each day. And of course, work colleagues are also doing the same, often applying it early in the morning and wearing it all day, where they have me apply it at about 1000h.
08-13-2013
Yoga yesterday, and the token male (besides me) came in red shirt and white shorts. He brings a plastic shopping bag in with him for crissakes. Later I see that he took the white shorts off and had red ones to match his shirt. And how often to I get red-white color combinations, including vehicle colors and vehicles backing up? At least 20x/day, and here we have a perp rube in yoga doing something similar.
The Cleavage Girl got my phone working again; apparently one has to hold down the on-off switch, something she could of told me last time. But no cleavage; she stood straight up and had a higher necked top and some kind of undergarment to flatten out her chest. All for the better.
08-14-2013
The great white bearded E. Indian at work (on contract) had to show off his beard again, this time from 160' away, while I was speaking with the owner. Later I saw that he placed his lunch next to the two red plastic gerry cans, that are used for diesel fuel. That would be blatantly aiding the Fuckover cause IMHO, given the amount of hijinx over petroleum products that goes on, such as extra noise and gangstalking when fuelling up my vehicle. Maybe oil spills are part of the perp agenda as well, though it depends on how far one wants to go down the road of a controlled world.
No tanning allowed today on the vineyard; high cloud, and then later some lower cloud as part of the dimming games.
08-15-2013
I got screwed this am; somehow, I got out of bed 30 min. later than I thought. Therefore no torso shaving to make up time, and do these shaving area variations ever end?
08-17-2013
A Saturday, and normally a day off, but I did some irrigation work for two hours, and then drove back into town. As this was an exceptional event (weekends off usually), the vehicular gangstalking was heavy, at least twice the usual coverage. Then a 3.5 hour nap attack in the afternoon; talk about putting a hole in one's day.
A 30 min. rambling conversation on the phone from my farm work colleague in Victoria. I don't know quite what to make of her; I get "miss you" emails once every few months, but definitely nothing happened between us January 2013. Just an extended tease with the perps adding leading suggestions in mind. Nothing, absolutely nothing goes unscripted or arranged in my circumstances of being a kept TI, and even my daughter isn't allowed to offer much contact. But here is a three year old acquaintance with someone who has worked at many of the places I have worked, before or after me or while working in farm jobs. Transiting to the last visit to her place in Victoria was quite a spectacle; army vehicles escorting me, helicopters overhead, and an outrageous traffic jam/vehicular gangstalking in mid-day. So who but an operative would be dispatched to keep in contact with this TI (me) for this long? She touches on all the perp subjects; e.g. employment, work, money, running a business and then talking about her sex life too, but never shows any interest in my harassment/abuse events. I haven't yet figured out if she is a real deal with perp sponsorship, or else a scripted morph-over of a certain well known female that seems to have a role in this harassment/abuse state which I have been cast into. Though, it doesn't really matter; I am not interested, and only a TI would offer something genuine to talk about.
08-18-2013
Another work event, this time on a Sunday, and only for two hours or so. As usual, the vineyard noise was arranged, and the heavy vehicular gangstalking, especially when I returned at 0900h.
Two skunked/obstructed events today; the secluded beach parking was all taken up at 1045h when I got there. I see they changed the parking lot from last year and permit substantially less vehicles. Then to try a local hiking trail; it is always a pain to find the trail head for the first time as the directions are usually garbled. After some false starts I did locate the trail head. And lo, if it hadn't been sprayed with 2-4D three weeks ago (a power line trail) and was still off-gassing; Nix on that, as there seemed to be a fair distance to hike (2km). As usual, all the "pop outs", those vehicles that emanate from driveways and side streets, were ready for me as I returned from the last skunk event (power line trail).
I had my lunch at my residence, which had been packed for a hike. Again, more variations on what I do where and how are arranged for whatever energetic decomposition games that are important to the perps. Then tanning outside on the lawn, replete with extra road traffic noise (hot rod mufflers and HD motorcycles), aircraft noise and the like. Then a cloud got pulled over the sun and that was the end of tanning. The perps are so strange about how events are terminated; they have to tell me that they are in charge, as they could of inserted some restless behavioral "need" and had me go inside all the same.
Onto posting this for the week.
I was serious about going hiking today, but the weather forecast called for a thunderstorm warning in the afternoon, so I backed off and it became a mellow morning of online putzing and some music listening. As the sun was out at lunch time, I tanned on the lawn outside my door, a rare treat to have a private tanning location free from ants (when in the woods) or stalker games that erupt near me at the beach. It started out quiet, and later got silly with dude babble noise, aircraft noise, hot rod muffler noise and the much loathed HD noise. Silly, because they were pushing these through so I would hear them while my fave music was playing on my Android phone. They did some dimming with clouds for the first half hour, and then let me cook for an hour or so until the phone suddenly crashed. About then more clouds were rolling in so I gave it up. Then onto a shower and a body hydrating creme to "seal in" the tanning benefits. And the phone is crashed to the point that it won't re-boot from a battery pull, so I will have to take it to the blonde Cleavage Girl at Telus again for her magic touch, like last time. (The script is that she wears a low cut top and then leans over the desk with my phone in hand, and ensures I get a full view/distraction when the phone springs to life).
And here we are at 2030h, and no thunderstorm, just a spit of rain while reading the Data Asylum site someone mentioned. I know that movies are often used as vehicles to reveal "tells", to let us in on what is being done to the human race, so it was most interesting to read about it as the perps keep me movie impoverished to say the least.
The perps like me to apply face or body cremes of late, say the last five months. They will even have me mix two kinds in my hand and apply it. After 11 years of insane abuse, this is where they are at. That would exclude sun block, as they have me use it all summer time, each day. And of course, work colleagues are also doing the same, often applying it early in the morning and wearing it all day, where they have me apply it at about 1000h.
08-13-2013
Yoga yesterday, and the token male (besides me) came in red shirt and white shorts. He brings a plastic shopping bag in with him for crissakes. Later I see that he took the white shorts off and had red ones to match his shirt. And how often to I get red-white color combinations, including vehicle colors and vehicles backing up? At least 20x/day, and here we have a perp rube in yoga doing something similar.
The Cleavage Girl got my phone working again; apparently one has to hold down the on-off switch, something she could of told me last time. But no cleavage; she stood straight up and had a higher necked top and some kind of undergarment to flatten out her chest. All for the better.
08-14-2013
The great white bearded E. Indian at work (on contract) had to show off his beard again, this time from 160' away, while I was speaking with the owner. Later I saw that he placed his lunch next to the two red plastic gerry cans, that are used for diesel fuel. That would be blatantly aiding the Fuckover cause IMHO, given the amount of hijinx over petroleum products that goes on, such as extra noise and gangstalking when fuelling up my vehicle. Maybe oil spills are part of the perp agenda as well, though it depends on how far one wants to go down the road of a controlled world.
No tanning allowed today on the vineyard; high cloud, and then later some lower cloud as part of the dimming games.
08-15-2013
I got screwed this am; somehow, I got out of bed 30 min. later than I thought. Therefore no torso shaving to make up time, and do these shaving area variations ever end?
08-17-2013
A Saturday, and normally a day off, but I did some irrigation work for two hours, and then drove back into town. As this was an exceptional event (weekends off usually), the vehicular gangstalking was heavy, at least twice the usual coverage. Then a 3.5 hour nap attack in the afternoon; talk about putting a hole in one's day.
A 30 min. rambling conversation on the phone from my farm work colleague in Victoria. I don't know quite what to make of her; I get "miss you" emails once every few months, but definitely nothing happened between us January 2013. Just an extended tease with the perps adding leading suggestions in mind. Nothing, absolutely nothing goes unscripted or arranged in my circumstances of being a kept TI, and even my daughter isn't allowed to offer much contact. But here is a three year old acquaintance with someone who has worked at many of the places I have worked, before or after me or while working in farm jobs. Transiting to the last visit to her place in Victoria was quite a spectacle; army vehicles escorting me, helicopters overhead, and an outrageous traffic jam/vehicular gangstalking in mid-day. So who but an operative would be dispatched to keep in contact with this TI (me) for this long? She touches on all the perp subjects; e.g. employment, work, money, running a business and then talking about her sex life too, but never shows any interest in my harassment/abuse events. I haven't yet figured out if she is a real deal with perp sponsorship, or else a scripted morph-over of a certain well known female that seems to have a role in this harassment/abuse state which I have been cast into. Though, it doesn't really matter; I am not interested, and only a TI would offer something genuine to talk about.
08-18-2013
Another work event, this time on a Sunday, and only for two hours or so. As usual, the vineyard noise was arranged, and the heavy vehicular gangstalking, especially when I returned at 0900h.
Two skunked/obstructed events today; the secluded beach parking was all taken up at 1045h when I got there. I see they changed the parking lot from last year and permit substantially less vehicles. Then to try a local hiking trail; it is always a pain to find the trail head for the first time as the directions are usually garbled. After some false starts I did locate the trail head. And lo, if it hadn't been sprayed with 2-4D three weeks ago (a power line trail) and was still off-gassing; Nix on that, as there seemed to be a fair distance to hike (2km). As usual, all the "pop outs", those vehicles that emanate from driveways and side streets, were ready for me as I returned from the last skunk event (power line trail).
I had my lunch at my residence, which had been packed for a hike. Again, more variations on what I do where and how are arranged for whatever energetic decomposition games that are important to the perps. Then tanning outside on the lawn, replete with extra road traffic noise (hot rod mufflers and HD motorcycles), aircraft noise and the like. Then a cloud got pulled over the sun and that was the end of tanning. The perps are so strange about how events are terminated; they have to tell me that they are in charge, as they could of inserted some restless behavioral "need" and had me go inside all the same.
Onto posting this for the week.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Clunking and Clicking
1330h
The overhead clunking has returned, and alernately, there is a clicking noise coming from the hallway. After last light's extreme thudding from above, the perp sickos have some gall to resume the noise from overhead. Not that a need for cover story bothered them when neccessity was more important.
I had my Thursday yoga class, and lo, if the chubby blonde from Thursday gym was there today, another crossover operative it would seem. They had another operative who participated in both these offerings in the same day like I do, a black haired woman, but she seems to have faded out.
1850h
I now have the evening free, having had a late appointment after gym class today. Before that was yoga, and it is Thursday, where these activities are stacked up. The overhead clunking has resumed, and now the faux neighbor water usage noise in two tones from the same general location. And that means the perps are blowing their cover story, as there are not two faucets in the kitchens, the location source of the noise.
And it has been busy with more improbable events, and more of usual ones getting to be more blatant. I had at least two gangstalkers stepping into my path when they each say me coming, before they decided to do so. None of the "sorry" bullshit, just blatant games on the sidewalks. Another trick is to have lead-ahead gangstalkers wander into my path as I am coming up from behind to overtake them. Never have I seen so many unerring calls about course changes while walking on the sidewalk, all the while pretending not to have heard me scuffle my feet beforehand. More bullshit to deal with, just to walk about.
And plenty of maser and plasma action; if the perps need an additional color show in mid air, they put it on; red, yellow and brown are the most common plasm beam colors of late. This can happen in mid street, at the gym or at home. Invariably there is a person's clothing or other colored object that is proximate, and the perps add a plasma beam into my field of view that is the same color, only offset by a few feet. The maser action is nearly constant; I nearly always have the fuzzy balls and the filamentous kind floating in my vision.
2035h
The usual procession of loud mufflered vehicles outside while reading all text web pages, or the text portion of a web page with graphics. I don't know what the attraction is for the perps, but the ongoing obsession over what I am reading and the orchestrated noise is not a coincidence.
And more vision interference; flaring and beaming from this LCD display; the faux dirty eyeglasses games again.
A news item from last week; it seems that the perps haven't done yet with running aircraft into tall buildings. The 9/11 tragedy was the most egregious example, but then a single engined aricraft flew into another building in New York City last year if my recall hasn't been hacked. But now, this geographic region has its very own aircraft crash into a tall building. This news item of last week, and the pilot was killed, but so far, I cannot find anyone to explain how this could of happened. I cannot say what is in this stunt for the perps, but it seems most odd that this type of incident is increasing in the past few years, with both the small engined aircraft incidents not being fully explained.
Now floor tapping has erupted overhead, another never-before event that follows me from one apartment to another, all over town.
I am getting some kind of de-motivating energies it seems; I had plans to detail all the many odd events over the day, and other perp-like orchetrations, and somehow the will to do this is getting sapped from me. The new order of being mind-controlled; variable motivation, another never-before.
2210h
A quieter time while reading the tales of Catherine Austin Fitts here and here. I don't have the mental wherewithal to understand complex financial arrangements, but it sure seems strange when one of her esteemed colleagues call the US Housing and Urban Development agency, HUD, a criminal enterprise.
And it does make me curious as to why a near all-quiet order goes into effect when reading this kind of material, a well documented conspiratorial thesis. There are annoying sounds of loud mufflered vehicles trailing off into the distance, for which "I" (read, mind-controlled me), plug my ears with my fingers for 5 to 10 seconds. I can only assume that this little long running game is for perp benefit, as is nearly everything I do.
Enough for now, being demotivated still, and not "willing" to detail the absurd levels of vehicular and ambulatory gangstalking and other harassment such as stroboscopic assaults that went on today isn't the "real me", but a remotely managed version.
The overhead clunking has returned, and alernately, there is a clicking noise coming from the hallway. After last light's extreme thudding from above, the perp sickos have some gall to resume the noise from overhead. Not that a need for cover story bothered them when neccessity was more important.
I had my Thursday yoga class, and lo, if the chubby blonde from Thursday gym was there today, another crossover operative it would seem. They had another operative who participated in both these offerings in the same day like I do, a black haired woman, but she seems to have faded out.
1850h
I now have the evening free, having had a late appointment after gym class today. Before that was yoga, and it is Thursday, where these activities are stacked up. The overhead clunking has resumed, and now the faux neighbor water usage noise in two tones from the same general location. And that means the perps are blowing their cover story, as there are not two faucets in the kitchens, the location source of the noise.
And it has been busy with more improbable events, and more of usual ones getting to be more blatant. I had at least two gangstalkers stepping into my path when they each say me coming, before they decided to do so. None of the "sorry" bullshit, just blatant games on the sidewalks. Another trick is to have lead-ahead gangstalkers wander into my path as I am coming up from behind to overtake them. Never have I seen so many unerring calls about course changes while walking on the sidewalk, all the while pretending not to have heard me scuffle my feet beforehand. More bullshit to deal with, just to walk about.
And plenty of maser and plasma action; if the perps need an additional color show in mid air, they put it on; red, yellow and brown are the most common plasm beam colors of late. This can happen in mid street, at the gym or at home. Invariably there is a person's clothing or other colored object that is proximate, and the perps add a plasma beam into my field of view that is the same color, only offset by a few feet. The maser action is nearly constant; I nearly always have the fuzzy balls and the filamentous kind floating in my vision.
2035h
The usual procession of loud mufflered vehicles outside while reading all text web pages, or the text portion of a web page with graphics. I don't know what the attraction is for the perps, but the ongoing obsession over what I am reading and the orchestrated noise is not a coincidence.
And more vision interference; flaring and beaming from this LCD display; the faux dirty eyeglasses games again.
A news item from last week; it seems that the perps haven't done yet with running aircraft into tall buildings. The 9/11 tragedy was the most egregious example, but then a single engined aricraft flew into another building in New York City last year if my recall hasn't been hacked. But now, this geographic region has its very own aircraft crash into a tall building. This news item of last week, and the pilot was killed, but so far, I cannot find anyone to explain how this could of happened. I cannot say what is in this stunt for the perps, but it seems most odd that this type of incident is increasing in the past few years, with both the small engined aircraft incidents not being fully explained.
Now floor tapping has erupted overhead, another never-before event that follows me from one apartment to another, all over town.
I am getting some kind of de-motivating energies it seems; I had plans to detail all the many odd events over the day, and other perp-like orchetrations, and somehow the will to do this is getting sapped from me. The new order of being mind-controlled; variable motivation, another never-before.
2210h
A quieter time while reading the tales of Catherine Austin Fitts here and here. I don't have the mental wherewithal to understand complex financial arrangements, but it sure seems strange when one of her esteemed colleagues call the US Housing and Urban Development agency, HUD, a criminal enterprise.
And it does make me curious as to why a near all-quiet order goes into effect when reading this kind of material, a well documented conspiratorial thesis. There are annoying sounds of loud mufflered vehicles trailing off into the distance, for which "I" (read, mind-controlled me), plug my ears with my fingers for 5 to 10 seconds. I can only assume that this little long running game is for perp benefit, as is nearly everything I do.
Enough for now, being demotivated still, and not "willing" to detail the absurd levels of vehicular and ambulatory gangstalking and other harassment such as stroboscopic assaults that went on today isn't the "real me", but a remotely managed version.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
The Wobblies
1755h
The Wobblies were the name given to activist union members of Industrial Workers of the World. Wikipedia link). This term is being used in a different way, as in "wobbling the job", meaning, in management-union adversarial terms, that labor action is threatening to shutdown a large project. In this part of the world, that was common practice on large hydroelectric construction jobs even into the 1970's.
And I am using it to confer the appearence of an impending shutdown of a drop-in mental health facility in this city called Laurel House, where I take yoga and undertake wildland restoration. And the word is that it will be shutdown September 30, and no apparent substitute or alternate facilities are being promoted.
And it "so happens" that there are a considerable number of worthy activities and job opportunities
that get terminated, or appear to be, while or after I have contact with them. Not that I am heavily invested in Laurel House, but I do honestly believe they do an excellent job for their given mandate, and have been successfully operating in this capacity for over 11 years. Whether this impending shutdown is a feint or not I don't know. Laurel House has been very helpful in abetting the perps and all the rest of the harassment that goes on for my once per week visit. I find it hard to believe Laurel House is getting the kiss of death while being so helpful for the true assholes who run this town, and who are spreading 100's of millions of dollars per year in harassing the fuck out of me, and whatever other operations they have going locally.
Anyhow, my yoga classmates and associated staff members were all in a state of shock today, and all the while I was wondering, is this a bullshit play, or is it for real but everyone will come out better ahead in some way? I don't know for sure; some geographic locations I have been to in the past have been absolutely trashed, e.g. New Orleans and Kauai. Past organizations that I have worked for have been downsized and split asunder, e.g. Ministry of Forests, Inventory Branch, though no one lost their job, but had to relocate. There is no certainty as to how this Laurel House shutdown issue will play out, and there could well be a last minute reprieve planned, and the entire stunt was to stress a whole lot of people, ones who cannot take much stress in the first place.
I went onto the sponsored strength training at the Oak Bay Recreation Center, and I was fucked out of running my usual 12 to 14 minutes this time by being made to feel sick from all the red color exposure I was getting from all sides, including a TV overhead. The planted red colored things and people was not the problem, it is just that the perps did not want me to run for exercise, just as they have fucked me out of this for the past five years of harassment, and even before that.
But there was plenty of red colored clothing, vehicles, and other props (foliage) while I was walking to the recreation center and back. And to cap off the freak show, the fuckers had this old hunched over woman act step off a bus (colored red and white) and walk toward me in the most absurd getup since the 1950's dressed nurse stunt some 7 months ago. This woman was dressed head to toe in the same crimson velour; a broad brimmed hat and a long coat, and was walking with the aid of a black cane. There wasn't more than 5 seconds of sight time before we passed each other, but the absurd amount of clothing at this time of year, and all in the same bright nonreflective fabric, was something out of a stage show.
Another red color stunt was a new class member in a red shirt, and she even had red streaks in her dark hair just to look even more disgusting, as she was obscenely overweight as well. She could be the new version morph-over of the large woman of the past three weeks who was in a yellow shirt, and always made sure to get in my face and was absent today.
The class has changed its membership a fair bit since I joined some four weeks ago; first there was at least 30 of the fuckers, some being gangstalk "pals" from the dark past, but now the class has settled into about 15 or so. The negro woman has dropped out, as she was always buzzing around me. And for whatever reason, some arrive at the end of the class, presumably to do their routine at a later time.
I also was to made to feel sick while running on the treadmill, the suggestion there there was too much red color about. While there was plenty, I don't react to red colors in this way. Only the most intensive strobing and coverage has any hope of causing this reaction. The perps have governed me down for doing no running for over five years, then they allow 13 minutes on a treadmill twice per week, and now the fuckers appear to have shut that down. All, in their depravity, so they won't get out of the closet and declare their harassment and nonconsensual experimentation, which would be completed in weeks instead of years while they remain hiding in their control room.
I just got hammered with a plasma flash, and the fuckers are sustaining this red and green dot in my vision, as if it were a retina burn which it is not. It is a fucking plasma stroboscopic fuckover stunt. And the assholes are making sure that it stays over top of the center of my central vision. Fucking rude and sick.
1940h
Post-dinner, a rare spinach pie, has brought on the the siren noise bullshit, and someone flashing a white light beam into my apartment, and even hitting the front door, 20' distant from the sliding glass door. I had a few of these before dinner, but these latest are getting out of hand.
While at yoga earlier, I got three fat ladies parked around me, as I was coralled onto a blue teal mat, near two others wearing the same color, and my windblocking vest of the same color was also nearby. One fat lady was wearing all flat black street clothes, and made sure to park herself in front of the instructor so I was unable to see her for the majority of the yoga class. It would seem in this instance, that the perps wanted me to be around more obesity than in past yoga classes. Perhaps black is the new blonde; it has a specific aura that they want to capitalize on and to then apply to that of unfavored members of the perp selected demographic groups (e.g. obese, beer guts, chinless ones, red heads, sports jacket wearers etc.).
It seems that the new clothing color for obese gangstalkers is flat black; I had one such gangstalker yesterday while on the street, and then one today. There have been other gangstalkers this week with the same getup, or even a flat black and a semigloss black fabric in the same garment. One of the bank lineup gangstalkers had a 4" wide flat (nonreflective) black vertical fabric inset into the seam of his black pants, and as he occupied the teller that I ended up with, I have a sense the perps are now testing black color variants and in their reflectivity.
Another "feature" of the workout today was the perps adding in more copycat gangstalkers; these were fuckers who were doing the same exercises near me, or before or after me, and in the same locations as I used (free floor area). Plus the fuckers were buzzing about me when I was at a bench; they couldn't get enough of me with one foot in a horizontal situation.
The vehicular gangstalking was in full force while I was out walking to yoga and the recreation center. This particular municipality has not grown in the past five years, per the census count, and yet it was nearly nonstop commute level traffic in both directions. They had to have put on the usual 800 to 1,000 vehicles, and they were ordered in "pods" of specific colors and combinations. Three silver grey vehicles in a cluster, and then a deep metallic red colored vehicle, and then two more silver grey vehicles with another white vehicle in the mix.
Another game is to put these infernal Smart Cars around me, as there was at least three of them, and minutes later a white colored tractor trailer unit (40' box trailer) with a silver grey Smart Car immediately behind it in some kind of scale test.
The perps are attempting more brown colored vehicles, usually after an introductory round of silver grey and white colored vehicles. They are also trying out more brown colored variants, some of the metallic taupes that look almost an off-brown color.
More bizzare driving is also going on; the extra cautious (appearing) driver sitting in the middle of the road in a left lane and not taking the normal opportunities that anyone else would. Sometimes, they even stop a vehicle in mid-lane if relatively untravelled, and have it sit there, presumably related to getting more fuck-me time in, or whatever is the reason for the extended exposure time.
Another stunt today was fucking me out of a Walk signal at a busy intersection; the fuckers held me there longer because of it, and the gangstalkers around me didn't seem to mind (or even notice). The perps have put on a whole lot of extra vehicles, noise and concrete paving work at this Oak Bay Junction as it is called, and it seems that they want to get a return from all their fucking stunts over the past five years.
2120h
Maybe this was mentioned a few days ago; I see the perps have reset all my link annotation of the previous visit color change to purple back to blue, meaning unvisited. They do this frequently as component of their recall testing. They test me out to see if I recall any snipets from previously read links. Their objective is clear; to be able to totally fuck with my (and by extension, anyone else's) recall to be sure that there are no associated memories. Past experimentation has been such that I might trip over a phrase or expression and then realize I had read the article before. And as soon as the recall event came on, the fuckers would noisestalk me. I am sure they are near total recall fuckability now, as very little noisestalking goes on when I am reading a link I likely visited before. By fucking with the link annotation colors I am robbed of my props to recall past visitation and reading. Another fuck-me from the most thankless assholes on Earth, and possibly elsewhere.
2145h
I am getting vision impairments and some kind of generalized feeling of discomfort, seemingly from no cause. This is typical, as the perps have so many ways to fuck one around now, that the arsenal for pissing one off is limitless.
2230h
Time to bail for the day; I am getting the much feared knee torquing torture in simultaneous combination with vision impairments. When one type of depraved fuckery isn't getting the needed result, put two together. Only sick assholes would put anyone through this harassment after fucking their life for 47 years before going overt, and then fucking them real hard for another five years and counting.
The Wobblies were the name given to activist union members of Industrial Workers of the World. Wikipedia link). This term is being used in a different way, as in "wobbling the job", meaning, in management-union adversarial terms, that labor action is threatening to shutdown a large project. In this part of the world, that was common practice on large hydroelectric construction jobs even into the 1970's.
And I am using it to confer the appearence of an impending shutdown of a drop-in mental health facility in this city called Laurel House, where I take yoga and undertake wildland restoration. And the word is that it will be shutdown September 30, and no apparent substitute or alternate facilities are being promoted.
And it "so happens" that there are a considerable number of worthy activities and job opportunities
that get terminated, or appear to be, while or after I have contact with them. Not that I am heavily invested in Laurel House, but I do honestly believe they do an excellent job for their given mandate, and have been successfully operating in this capacity for over 11 years. Whether this impending shutdown is a feint or not I don't know. Laurel House has been very helpful in abetting the perps and all the rest of the harassment that goes on for my once per week visit. I find it hard to believe Laurel House is getting the kiss of death while being so helpful for the true assholes who run this town, and who are spreading 100's of millions of dollars per year in harassing the fuck out of me, and whatever other operations they have going locally.
Anyhow, my yoga classmates and associated staff members were all in a state of shock today, and all the while I was wondering, is this a bullshit play, or is it for real but everyone will come out better ahead in some way? I don't know for sure; some geographic locations I have been to in the past have been absolutely trashed, e.g. New Orleans and Kauai. Past organizations that I have worked for have been downsized and split asunder, e.g. Ministry of Forests, Inventory Branch, though no one lost their job, but had to relocate. There is no certainty as to how this Laurel House shutdown issue will play out, and there could well be a last minute reprieve planned, and the entire stunt was to stress a whole lot of people, ones who cannot take much stress in the first place.
I went onto the sponsored strength training at the Oak Bay Recreation Center, and I was fucked out of running my usual 12 to 14 minutes this time by being made to feel sick from all the red color exposure I was getting from all sides, including a TV overhead. The planted red colored things and people was not the problem, it is just that the perps did not want me to run for exercise, just as they have fucked me out of this for the past five years of harassment, and even before that.
But there was plenty of red colored clothing, vehicles, and other props (foliage) while I was walking to the recreation center and back. And to cap off the freak show, the fuckers had this old hunched over woman act step off a bus (colored red and white) and walk toward me in the most absurd getup since the 1950's dressed nurse stunt some 7 months ago. This woman was dressed head to toe in the same crimson velour; a broad brimmed hat and a long coat, and was walking with the aid of a black cane. There wasn't more than 5 seconds of sight time before we passed each other, but the absurd amount of clothing at this time of year, and all in the same bright nonreflective fabric, was something out of a stage show.
Another red color stunt was a new class member in a red shirt, and she even had red streaks in her dark hair just to look even more disgusting, as she was obscenely overweight as well. She could be the new version morph-over of the large woman of the past three weeks who was in a yellow shirt, and always made sure to get in my face and was absent today.
The class has changed its membership a fair bit since I joined some four weeks ago; first there was at least 30 of the fuckers, some being gangstalk "pals" from the dark past, but now the class has settled into about 15 or so. The negro woman has dropped out, as she was always buzzing around me. And for whatever reason, some arrive at the end of the class, presumably to do their routine at a later time.
I also was to made to feel sick while running on the treadmill, the suggestion there there was too much red color about. While there was plenty, I don't react to red colors in this way. Only the most intensive strobing and coverage has any hope of causing this reaction. The perps have governed me down for doing no running for over five years, then they allow 13 minutes on a treadmill twice per week, and now the fuckers appear to have shut that down. All, in their depravity, so they won't get out of the closet and declare their harassment and nonconsensual experimentation, which would be completed in weeks instead of years while they remain hiding in their control room.
I just got hammered with a plasma flash, and the fuckers are sustaining this red and green dot in my vision, as if it were a retina burn which it is not. It is a fucking plasma stroboscopic fuckover stunt. And the assholes are making sure that it stays over top of the center of my central vision. Fucking rude and sick.
1940h
Post-dinner, a rare spinach pie, has brought on the the siren noise bullshit, and someone flashing a white light beam into my apartment, and even hitting the front door, 20' distant from the sliding glass door. I had a few of these before dinner, but these latest are getting out of hand.
While at yoga earlier, I got three fat ladies parked around me, as I was coralled onto a blue teal mat, near two others wearing the same color, and my windblocking vest of the same color was also nearby. One fat lady was wearing all flat black street clothes, and made sure to park herself in front of the instructor so I was unable to see her for the majority of the yoga class. It would seem in this instance, that the perps wanted me to be around more obesity than in past yoga classes. Perhaps black is the new blonde; it has a specific aura that they want to capitalize on and to then apply to that of unfavored members of the perp selected demographic groups (e.g. obese, beer guts, chinless ones, red heads, sports jacket wearers etc.).
It seems that the new clothing color for obese gangstalkers is flat black; I had one such gangstalker yesterday while on the street, and then one today. There have been other gangstalkers this week with the same getup, or even a flat black and a semigloss black fabric in the same garment. One of the bank lineup gangstalkers had a 4" wide flat (nonreflective) black vertical fabric inset into the seam of his black pants, and as he occupied the teller that I ended up with, I have a sense the perps are now testing black color variants and in their reflectivity.
Another "feature" of the workout today was the perps adding in more copycat gangstalkers; these were fuckers who were doing the same exercises near me, or before or after me, and in the same locations as I used (free floor area). Plus the fuckers were buzzing about me when I was at a bench; they couldn't get enough of me with one foot in a horizontal situation.
The vehicular gangstalking was in full force while I was out walking to yoga and the recreation center. This particular municipality has not grown in the past five years, per the census count, and yet it was nearly nonstop commute level traffic in both directions. They had to have put on the usual 800 to 1,000 vehicles, and they were ordered in "pods" of specific colors and combinations. Three silver grey vehicles in a cluster, and then a deep metallic red colored vehicle, and then two more silver grey vehicles with another white vehicle in the mix.
Another game is to put these infernal Smart Cars around me, as there was at least three of them, and minutes later a white colored tractor trailer unit (40' box trailer) with a silver grey Smart Car immediately behind it in some kind of scale test.
The perps are attempting more brown colored vehicles, usually after an introductory round of silver grey and white colored vehicles. They are also trying out more brown colored variants, some of the metallic taupes that look almost an off-brown color.
More bizzare driving is also going on; the extra cautious (appearing) driver sitting in the middle of the road in a left lane and not taking the normal opportunities that anyone else would. Sometimes, they even stop a vehicle in mid-lane if relatively untravelled, and have it sit there, presumably related to getting more fuck-me time in, or whatever is the reason for the extended exposure time.
Another stunt today was fucking me out of a Walk signal at a busy intersection; the fuckers held me there longer because of it, and the gangstalkers around me didn't seem to mind (or even notice). The perps have put on a whole lot of extra vehicles, noise and concrete paving work at this Oak Bay Junction as it is called, and it seems that they want to get a return from all their fucking stunts over the past five years.
2120h
Maybe this was mentioned a few days ago; I see the perps have reset all my link annotation of the previous visit color change to purple back to blue, meaning unvisited. They do this frequently as component of their recall testing. They test me out to see if I recall any snipets from previously read links. Their objective is clear; to be able to totally fuck with my (and by extension, anyone else's) recall to be sure that there are no associated memories. Past experimentation has been such that I might trip over a phrase or expression and then realize I had read the article before. And as soon as the recall event came on, the fuckers would noisestalk me. I am sure they are near total recall fuckability now, as very little noisestalking goes on when I am reading a link I likely visited before. By fucking with the link annotation colors I am robbed of my props to recall past visitation and reading. Another fuck-me from the most thankless assholes on Earth, and possibly elsewhere.
2145h
I am getting vision impairments and some kind of generalized feeling of discomfort, seemingly from no cause. This is typical, as the perps have so many ways to fuck one around now, that the arsenal for pissing one off is limitless.
2230h
Time to bail for the day; I am getting the much feared knee torquing torture in simultaneous combination with vision impairments. When one type of depraved fuckery isn't getting the needed result, put two together. Only sick assholes would put anyone through this harassment after fucking their life for 47 years before going overt, and then fucking them real hard for another five years and counting.
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