Sunday, July 23, 2017

New Job in Mid-Season

Another smokey hazy day, as there are so many forest fires here in BC. None locally, but the smoke does carry, and then sit in this Okanagan valley. Which also means it limits the amount of solar radiation. What would of been a hot day of say, 32C, is only some 28C. The perps love sunlight and heat games, and I suppose they are up to their usual tricks of "local dimming" again. Two years ago there was plenty of smoke haze in the valley, comparable to these past two weeks.

My third consecutive day at my new employer, mainly a vineyard operation, though I see they have a winery that is just completed. I am working on my own for the most part, though the boss lady does come by every so often. Goodness knows why the perps needed to cycle me from a 6 person crew situation of five months, to a work-alone situation for two remaining months of the vineyard season. But as they have had me in a near work-alone situation for the past five years, save last year with one co-worker, it is all the more curious as to why they had to revert to the former situation. But it seems they had this one planned, with Difficult Dick at the last employer rounding on me 4x to come across as a rude-assed deranger. The boss man there did not ask as to why I was leaving. Funny how that "happens".

A hot day in the vineyard, tucking shoots by hand. No reprieve (as in reduced solar intensity) from the smoke today, as it was relatively light. The assholes screwed with my vitamin intake again, this time "forgetting" me out of taking them at lunch, even if sitting in the bottom of my lunch bag and duly seen at the time. Within the hour I knew it, as the energy depletion fuckery came on, when I am just fine in the heat. And of course, more adversity comes on and the assholes make sure I get fucking pissed. (Or "pissed off" as we say in Canada).

Adding to the adversity, they fucked with my cable from the headphones to the player, so just when I had 285 songs queued from my very favorite singer, LR, why, there is intermittent channel drop-outs. Ergo, shut it down and go without any tunes while doing boring vineyard work for the rest of the day.

If that weren't enough, they added insult to injury, (a favorite perp timing), by trashing the zipper on the pouch that goes on my work belt, making my phone and DAP exposed, and of course (per perp adversity), ready to spill out. Ongoing relentless fuckery, one on top of the other, and timed coincidentally even if there are no contingencies

Continuing in this theme of stereo channel fuckery, my stereo at my residence has L channel drop outs, these being the new cables that replaced the ones that mysteriously developed a break in the solder joint.

A warm, but partially cloudy day in the vineyard; no smoke. Even a spatter of rain for 20 seconds after lunch, a favorite "gotcha" perp timing.  But that didn't stop the perps from arranging entertainment of a kind. Across the lake a fire broke out, and in time, that brought in the helicopter to dump water on it. All was duly timed for me to watch this at my 1000h break from my vehicle.

Another day of dull and boring tucking; the audio device fuckery was all about having me bring my home (usually) headphones into the vineyard, which are typically a PIA as the vertical earpiece posts hang up on the vine shoots. And then in the afternoon the DAP battery was depleted, so only a partial listening to LR.

This vineyard is closer to a busy road, so now the traffic noise has amped up; the usual parade of HD motorcycles, bad mufflers, hot rods, sirens etc. Even more noisy was first thing this morning, when three deer got in the vineyard and the owner chased them out in his ATV. Plus he made a few visits on his ATV to me to explain things. And then some mysterious low frequency noise, like a subwoofer aimed my way from 200m away for five minutes. All jolly good noise games while listening intently to LR, for whom the sun rises and sets.

The male co-owner came by at one point, and chatted briefly. It seems he wants me for next year's vineyard work. That is good to know I am wanted longer term. Presumably the radio-therapy cancer treatments planned this fall won't screw things up, nor any other introduced ailments, most of which seem to be focused around having a dopamine deficiency. I have beating on this problem for over 20 years, and with the exception of stimulant medication for 2.5 years, I have got absolutely no clinical traction. And for the record, the very effective (and no problem) stimulant medication was taken from me due to this insane incursion/invasion in my Seattle apartment in 04-2002 by what amounts to the Gestapo of the Fourth Reich. And they have gangstalked and harassed the literal shit out of me every since, and obstructed, if not directed, all my clinical care since. (And likely before too). So you think you live in a free country, the US or Canada? Not in my experience.

Saturday, and a day off. I attended to some domestic chores, replete with same color vehicle gangstalking. (What is it about taking glass to the recycle depot that so excites the perps to put on extra silly shit?)  I attempted a walk-in doctor clinic visit, but the assholes stacked it with at least 15 seeming patients lined up ahead of me. After a 5 minute wait that was going nowhere, I decided to bail on this ritual of getting swarmed at the door, and instead, purchase yet more chocolate at LD next door. Despite the new medication, me being there for a refill, it hasn't abated the chocolate habit. And I always know when my dopamine production is working as it should, as I don't crave chocolate. Its been rare these past 15 years of this senseless and relentless abuse and harassment. But the odd time, a combination of tyrosine and or phenylalanine will work. Then it dissipates in a few weeks.

Then off to a hike at McIntyre Bluff; no tanning today as it was cloudy, though warm and no threatening rain.

A straight day of vine tucking, the job becoming more adverse with each passing day. It seems the wires were raised, but no straightening or wire clipping was done, and the shoots could then fall down on each other. So, along comes me, and I get to straighten them up, and just two days ago they supplied the clips to pinch the wires together and keep them vertical.  I have been on this job for the past six days, and am at least three days from finishing this 4.5 acres.

And despite wearing short for the past four weeks, I see my leg tan has gone absolutely nowhere for the past two weeks. That is, it hasn't got any deeper, and my tan is stalled out at a mid-brown, and may have even diminished some. I just don't understand why the perps need to jack around with my level of skin brown-ess. But as they have been on a total brown color fixation since all this abuse began in 04-2002, why am I surprised? They seem to be holding my leg tan to a constant level. Or else they are jacking with my perception of color, something they have long been doing, as it seems from what I heard from an expert on the radio, everyone's perception of color is unique. Great; another reason to be experimented upon at substantial length, as if 47 prior years wasn't enough.

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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Meet the Oncologist

Actually, I met him before, but I had a whole lot of more questions to ask. He seems personable and reasonable, though I have come to distrust doctors significantly more since this insane abuse began. In fact, my vexations with doctors was already considerable after four in succession blew me off over not having ADD. I got a SPECT scan which said exactly as I told them; ADD-Inattentive subtype. Hard to believe that one could find such a serial and seamless array of ineptitude per random chance. (one was even a recommendation of an ADD group). And considering I wasn't well, it is even more of an outrage they fanned on any diagnosis. Then I am well for 2.5 years on stimulant medication (read, dopamine agonist). Then they arrange a barrage of insane proportions in my apartment (04-2002) to then herd me to hospital at gun point for no seeming reason. Then they take my medications away and feed me ones (doctor prescribed) that make me worse, (read dopamine antagonists). The minute I got out I dropped their medications and felt better right away. To repeat my oft asked question; what is it about my dopamine state that is so important to an insane nonconsensual human experimentation project such that they relentlessly abuse me for 15 years from the shadows?

Of course, no stimulant medications were allowed since then. And now, I have prostate cancer, and lo, if low dopamine isn't implicated based on my research. Thanks a bunch assholes. Then the fuckers block my recent attempts to get back on dopamine agonist medications. The referral "happened" to get lost by fax, and it took 3 months to get it resent. And maybe the referral doctor will turn out to be a big nothing and jerk my ass around. So... my aversion to doctors, and doubt of their clinical competence (or true intentions) is from experience. God knows what they did to me in the recall blanked years, aged 2 to 5.

Back to the oncologist; a one hour drive to Kelowna, and I had my landlord somehow end up driving in front of me for the first 3 km. I set off, stopped to fill the tank, in front of an extra array of backed up traffic, then set off and lo, he "happens" to end up in front of me with his red truck. Eventually he turns off, and lo, if the motorcycle escort crowd doesn't then materialize, and I get rotating motorcycle stalking for at least a quarter of the trip in both directions. And extra red colored vehicle stalking.

A cute receptionist at the cancer clinic left her post at the central desk to deliver me an Ipad to answer a visit questionnaire. Then another, shorter and more slight framed cutie (nurse) came to collect me and take me to the exam room to then ask me more questions. Her hair seemed to be a distraction, per mind fuck games. It was swept to the back of her head with a "spike" or "spray" of it projecting out high to one side. That relieved the visual severity of her hair being swept back only, usually in a bun. For some reason, the perps love to present various female hair style variations, and also have men's hair emulate them. I have no knowledge of why they do this, save their constant and abiding female-male comparison games they so like to play. And even configure the odd stalker who is momentarily mistaken for the wrong gender. Hilarious; and its only been 15 years of this stupid shit.

Last day at the vineyard with the Difficult Dick, he starting up his senseless back and forthing again today, being quiescent after his ridiculous stunt of last week. Onto my new vineyard employer next week, so to leave Difficult Dick behind, though I suspect he will surface somewhere, perhaps on his motorcycle that he told me about.

And there is a strong drift of having motorcycle stalking of late; HD's parked on the street in every direction now (five) for days, and escorts when in traffic. Before all this crap came down, I would never see motorcycles parked on the street in residential areas, as it would be bait for them to get stolen at some point. I am told that a certain motorcycle group owns an HD dealership, and if they aren't reviewing their sales records to find them, they deploy scouts to note where they are parked. All the normal precautions of motorcycle ownership seem to have gone out the window to serve the greater gangstalking need. I have yet to figure out why the perps do this, but they are very consistent once the weather gets better.

We moved to three different varieties of grape in the course of vineyard tucking today; such is always of interest to the perps, changing locations and varieties. Though for the last two years at my former employer, the varieties would change in the same row (no location change). And of course they would screw me around by having me not notice at first.

Changing voice in the same book has always been a fascination for the perps; co-authors writing different chapters as one example. Another is from the non-fiction work, My Secret Sister, about twin sisters who were separated at birth, one adopted out, the other staying with her birth mother. Each wrote different sections, with one of them being much abused by her step father, while her mother was of no assistance. And to complete the list, I just finished reading Gone Girl, a novel by Gillian Flynn, each chapter alternating in the voice of one of the two protagonists. And so what is it about books of multiple authors that the perps so like me read? Of course, the last mentioned book is the same author, but in different voices.

Halfway through July, and a day off to attend to errands. After last night's screw up of going to the part time vineyard and finding the owner did the rest of the work, why, another screw up today with another part time employer. (To be full time beginning tomorrow). She didn't tell me which vineyard, so I assumed it was the one I was working at for the past four weeks. Not as it turned out, so one hour later and multiple texts, it was the other one. More FUD-ery it would seem.

The driving was crazy in town today with arranged traffic trains of 20 or more; and with one oncoming dick running a late yellow, and me just about to make a left turn, why, some fucking idiot runs the just-red at speed and I just about clobbered him. I have never seen something so stupid, save the near head-on collision the assholes organized back in about 2013. (Another was a lane change into my lane by the Fuckwit beside me, another one of those "I don't know how there wasn't a collision" stunts in 2010 or so.) This was when I was transiting from the vineyard to the Ford dealership to get extra keys made up.

The assholes had me "forget" and had me lock my keys in my vehicle last night. Normally they would let me know right away so to stress me out for longer and while in the store. Thankfully my landlady was in, and retrieved the spare set in my place and brought them to me. And thankfully I had my phone with me.

Then two calls from the hair salon an hour before my appointment, one about a change of stylist, another for a person not at my phone number, looking for Tricia. And while getting my legs waxed, I get a call, then a message, from the salon, for Tricia (again), who didn't show for an appointment. I was looking at the very person who was making the call, as the curtain "happened" to be open. And then looking at my cell phone while getting waxed. Good trick that. Just more FUD games as I see it.

Sunday, and starting at a new vineyard full time after getting fed up at the last one with the Difficult Dick seeming to round on me for no particular reason. And a small pay raise into the deal. I suppose this was all part of the plan, having me work with a crew of six, and now down to one or perhaps three in total. Right now, I am working on my own.

Anyhow, I shall get this posted for the week.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Seven am Starts

Independence Day, not unlike the Canada of July 01. As mentioned in the last posting I don't see much room for independence, as would any other TI.

We began this week with a 0700h start time in the vineyard, to avoid the heat of the afternoon. It helped some; it was to be 32C today, but never felt warmer than 30C by the time work finished.

It seems we will be losing two of the vineyard crew by the end of the week; a long planned departure of the NZ woman, and another guy is going to work for Value Village. That would leave four, and we are well behind on this arduous manual tucking. (Tucking the vines between the top pair of wires in this case.) Many vineyards have a simple means of getting the wires out of the way and then bringing them up at the right time to tuck (or keep) the shoots in a vertical position. But pushing them in by hand is for the birds as far as I'm concerned. Once, at an established vineyard, our crew of 10 tucked 30 acres over the day. I doubt if the six of us tucked an acre by manual means. There has to be a better way.

There was a better way to tuck the vines; what we did before. If one drops the top wire to the ground (after pulling the tendrils off, no mean feat), then puts the wire back on the post, one can tuck 20' at once, no individual handling of shoots. Except that my tucking partner, the Difficult Dick, didn't want to cooperate and our efficiency was much reduced. Still better than manual tucking thankfully, but it could of been a whole lot better. I never did see the crew boss all day today, and I don't think the others did either. As usual, the Difficult Dick did his backing and forthing, fussing and obsessing about getting every shoot just right, which is absurd for a small crew for 22 acres. Anyhow, it got good and hot, 32C, in the afternoon, and I was doing fine.

Then in the evening I worked for two hours at a part time gig, same place as last night when doing hedging.

A birthday to remember; Difficult Dick didn't want to cooperate, even if he wanted to work "together", even if he plainly said that the trellis wire method was much more efficient yesterday. He wanted to hand tuck the whole thing. Fine, I said, I will work your side when I am done mine, which is what I did, doing 3/4 of all the row tucking. That, or something else pissed him off and he spoke to the boss man who then drove around and told me to "cooperate" with Difficult Dick. I said we were getting tucking done 30 minutes faster using the wire raising method, the one the vineyard was designed for. He said to "cooperate".

When working up the row, I asked Difficult Dick what he minded about my tucking, but he wouldn't say. Then I asked him what he told the boss man, and he said, "he wanted to know where you were and I told him". Right; the boss man drives around to give me explicit instruction all on his own. Difficult Dick then said I should work alone, and I said we should surely each work with someone else.

Later, the adjacent crew told me the conversation between Difficult Dick and the boss man went on for much longer. On the way back at lunch break, I mentioned this to him, and then he got very pissy, and fessed up that I "was rushing down the row". Not that I was, and there were many, many shoots to pull above the wire. It is just that wire tucking is a whole lot more efficient. Apparently the boss man spoke with him at lunch. And lo, when with my new crew mate for the afternoon, there is Difficult Dick in the next row doing the wire tucking method, the very thing that he complained about to the boss (about me). I had to laugh, and bite my lip, and refrain from asking if he was "rushing". Oh so tiresome, working with a Passive-Agressive liar, grump, sandbag, tattle-tail (who got it wrong) and generally uncommunicative asshole. Anyhow, I decided that I didn't want to tip toe around this landmine of a passive aggressive grump for the next two months, so I quietly began inquiries about working elsewhere.

The perps kept me up last night with five rounds of painful leg cramps jus to rub in the above hassle of the day.

Two part time jobs today; smokey all day; a way of reducing the sunlight exposure and keeping the heat up during the day time.

I "forgot" my vitamins the the morning of the weekend's second day, which forced me home, as I felt an energy suck-down.

Then I was pummeled with planted notions of winning the lottery, because "some one in BC won recently" was on the radio. I had bought a ticket a week ago, but no, I did not win, and all those fantasized plans came to a big nothing. Are they really going to let a victim of abuse and relentless harassment have some freedom by having some cash on hand? No way, but they kept inserting ML imagery to help me spend it, or otherwise control the circumstances. How about leaving me all alone?

Another day of tucking. What was to be 36C today of unrelenting sunshine turned out to be a good part cloudy, with a spot of rain, and some 30C. I stayed out of Difficult Dick's way, and he out of mine. All day I was kept in a mode of processing yesterday's bullshit, even though I had long consigned it to him being an obdurate asshole. The unanswered question remains, "what was that all about?" That was the fourth run-in with Difficult Dick, and that is on the basis of avoiding him since I began the gig in 02-2017, based on prior information from last year. In all likelihood, this whole tempest in a teapot was set up then.

Busy working three jobs of late, soon to be two. The part time weekend vineyard wants me full time so I can now leave the Difficult Dick behind. The boss man didn't seem too perturbed about a week's notice when he is already down two workers, both leaving for other jobs. Nor did my planted scheming to tell him about the cumulative travails of Difficult Dick arise. I kept it straight, cool and innocuous. And of course he didn't ask why I was leaving, an obvious omission of genuine interest.

Anyhow, I best post this before I get any further behind.

And I see "local dimming" has come on for the past three days. Hot weather, but limited sun because of the forest fire situation in these here parts, some 240 of them concurrently. Nothing too local, though an near-completed apartment complex burned down in Kelowna. A small fire there, and bigger fires elsewhere. The perps love a good fire, and the more the merrier. Two years ago they pulled this shit for a week or two in the summer.

Sunday, July 02, 2017

Power Failure

A power failure after putting all the soup ingredients together in a pot on the stove. Maybe the soup was on for a minute or two, but it was not mixed up yet, nor blended which is what I usually do to get a puree type of soup. Why the Psychopaths needed to pull a power failure at this juncture I don't know, but they do love to mess with me when mixing foods. So perhaps this was an extended "hold" before it all went in the blender and got truly mixed. But also, the perps have a bizarre need to name-drop "soup" all the time, so maybe this was more of their silly games over this particular subject.

For some 30 min. it all sat there while I read about extra-terrestrial contact between the US Navy and the Nordics, as well as the competing alliance between the Reptilians and the USAF, CIA etc. Apparently, the FBI also aligns with the Nordics. It is well documented in the book "The US Navy's Secret Space Program and Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" by Michael Salla. He of Exopolitics, who expect/hope that the US government will publicly declare the existence of these associations. Dream on; its been nothing but subterfuge and deceit for a very long time, so why would it change? Even President Trump is touted as a breaker of this log jam, though I doubt it very much. He looks so very Reptilian himself, even as keeper of the governmental gong show that is unfolding of late. Didn't someone tell him that the Russians are aligned with the Nordics?

Back to Dullsville; tucking in the vineyard today, and it was forecast to be a all-day sunny day, but lo, if a rain storm didn't come down the valley at about 1400h, and send us running from the bottom of the vineyard uphill, to our vehicles to close their windows. Then to don a rain coat as the rain kept up, and then it got cooler later in the afternoon. And run I couldn't; just no gas, so I suppose my ferritin is down again after it got boosted with an IV in 09-2016.

And I see that someone entered my place in my absence today, and moved the slider on the switch for the overhead lights that I installed in 01-2017. Or else there was some other peculiar and unconventional method they used. This follows from three days ago when someone entered my vehicle, searched through the glove box, door pockets and other stowage nooks, seemingly to be looking for something valuable. Almost unbelievably, they overlooked the ashtray-like stowage at the base of the center console and missed some $5 in coins I keep there. Are the perps really that obvious, or do they send in an utter bozo in their place? Don't know, don't care, just leave me and my vehicle the fuck alone.

Friday, and it was warm, about 30C in the vineyard. All day tucking shoots into the trellis wires. The arrangement was that I worked with the NZ woman for two hours, then the Difficult Dick, and then the NZ woman in the afternoon with the Difficult Dick hovering around in behind me. Why he didn't go to the other end of the row and work with his uncommunicative co-worker is beyond me. So yet again, this alternating arrangement for me to work with a woman, then a man, and then the same woman again. Haven't we done these same games at the checkout so many countless times? They are putting on more males at cashiers of late, a break in the long standing practice of female only.

One worker left for the long weekend yesterday, and another had to take the afternoon off to move his belongings. Just two pairs working the tucking today. But at least I had someone to talk to in the form of the NZ woman. The Difficult Dick can have his terse moods at times.

Canada is 150 years old today, though I don't feel like celebrating knowing that it is a police state in disguise given my experiences. All that started a little over 15 years ago, in Seattle USA, but the Canadians are also full measure in keeping up this relentless abuse and gangstalking. I was driven into hospital at gunpoint, force given drugs that depleted my dopamine and made me substantially worse, and kept there for 5 fucking months. Meanwhile, the operatives, in the guise of patients, were stalking my ass around every corner and especially at the elevator and at meal times. And if you think I had any direct part in it, think again, or else read my Essential Introductory Postings for a primer (one page version) on what it is like to be kept as a nonconsensual human experimentation victim. Yes, one's world turns upside down when doctors are criminals and the police violate the law on behalf of the Psychopathic Confederacy. Slowly one begins to see patterns and suspects that so very much more in the world seems orchestrated and arranged. Anyhow, it is all a bummer story, and I will leave it at that.

A work get-together in the evening at the vineyard, for tasting room staff to meet the vineyard staff, and the owners were there too. The owners are people of significant influence; they have had a premier and a prime minister come by. Two of the tasting room staff didn't introduce themselves so I have no idea what their names are, both young, female and cute coincidentally. Only three of us vineyard grunts showed up; two are coupled and SO's weren't invited and one is away for the long weekend. The crew boss man came for a while, as did the tractor driver. One by one these folks left the party, and I remained the only vineyard person with the tasting room staff and the owners. Then a SO woman came with horrendous tattoos on her L arm, and lo, if she didn't sit down at my table with her L arm facing me. We chatted for a while, and the owner came too and joined the conversation. All was well and amiable.

At one point in the party, the owner (male) made a 25 minute presentation on the history of property and his intentions as to what he is attempting to achieve in winemaking. All the while these blackish maser dots and patterns floated around his head or else dropped between me and him. It was getting very distracting, trying to look at him and these blackish dots and wispy filamentous trails were around him. No doubt everyone else saw them too, but didn't say anything of course. This guy is a serious high achiever and a very personable one, so why he became my "maser mate" I have no idea. I am attracted to high achievers and movers and shakers, but only ethical ones, and he has my utmost respect, if not admiration. Whether this fits some perp experimental progression, I have no idea. Interestingly, my employers of the last two years were also high achievers, also ethical ones, but were rather impersonable. Don't ask me how all this fits the perp plan, but it is interesting the perps love me to meet business owners, building landlords etc.

In all of the banter of the party, it was clear there were a few planned topics; cancer and prostate cancer (which I have, but wasn't revealed to anyone there so theoretically they don't know I have it), some friends who have died recently etc. The meal was pizza, and lo, if I didn't "forget" that I should not be eating cheese on my current medication, and lo, if I didn't "forget" that I avoid gluten based foods, i.e. the pizza crust. All went well and I did nothing to distinguish myself and was the perfect guest as far as I know.

And lo, if I didn't wake up clogged and fogged and very sinus congested. Only after a half hour of waking time was I allowed to associate my condition with last night's pizza dinner. I have the experience to figure this out right away, but all my normal faculties are so messed with that my new normal is plain abnormal.

I worked this Sunday at the weekend job site all by myself, as it is a post-Canada Day "recovery" day. It was hot out, and I am still tired this evening. I am still getting bombarded with notions of going to LL for proton beam therapy, despite the fact that I don't have anything like the needed funds, some $86k. Why I get stiffed with undoable notions for 10 months, all related to making such a trip and getting such treatment I have no idea, but pummeling me with planted thoughts is nothing new.

Anyhow, time to post this for the inter-web and call it a night.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Working With the Males

Everyone else late for work today, save the "Difficult Dick", the one who offered to throw me a pitchfork (for no reason), a few months back, plus two other like-minded stunts. Normally I avoid this person to work with, though there were prior friendly associations (lunchtime CD exchanges). So... as we are tucking the vines into the trellis wires, best done with in pairs, each person working a side, he was my obvious working partner. We started out for about 10 minutes, and all was OK, and chatted some along the way. Then the boss man came along and needed the "Difficult Dick" to do some perimeter spraying for weed control. The boss man substituted himself and became my tucking partner for most of the day. He of the constant shades (owing to sunlight sensitivity I have recently learned), and now sporting a warm toque on a hot day. All went OK.

At about 1430h the Difficult Dick came back, and was swapped in as my tucking partner for the remainder of the day. Again, no big deal. But what is it about swapping out personnel around me? Same as checkouts, which seems to feed the perps' need to gangstalk my ass with a new cashier just as it is my turn at the checkout.

Summer Solstice today, and a ridiculous amount of vehicular gangstalking this morning. Nothing too weird or strange the rest of the day; just "regular" amounts (8/day) of aircraft, including a gyrocopter this morning. Another male co-worker swap event, this time the Difficult Dick was swapped out for the boss man for two hours; swap time was more like 4.5 hours yesterday. The Difficult Dick stank of something smokey this morning, so I assume it was a starter spliff before work, as he parks nearby some 30 min. early and sits in his vehicle to "enjoy nature". Then he comes to work some 20 min. before anyone else and goes through his obscure parking routine, where he parks well away from everyone else. (So maybe he can have his post-lunch spliff, which I have witnessed).

After two weeks of spinning my tires, I was finally allowed to phone LL about proton beam therapy for possible prostate cancer treatment. Don't ask me why when I want to get onto something important like this I get sandbagged into doing nothing. It would be roughly $86k for an uninsured patient, and 9 weeks of treatment. Big money (4x annual salary in $CAD) for a vineyard worker, especially with the Canadian dollar exchange rate being 1.40 or so. And still the perps flooded me all afternoon (after the phone call) with notions that LL is going to be part of my "future", read, harassment script. Like WTF; I cannot afford it in the least, so what is the deal? And why not X-ray therapy an hour's drive away at no cost? The perps have been beating on this LL proton beam therapy since 08-2016 when I first read about it, making me almost obsessed over something I simply cannot afford. The whole scenario is absurd, as it is planned.

On the planning end they screwed me out of my dopamine agonist medication in 2002, which in hindsight IMHO, then caused the prostate cancer in 2016. Because, as I learned last year, dopamine also operates like a hormone in the "peripheral" systems, (non Central Nervous System), including mediating the immune system. While attributing causal might seem like a stretch, especially over a 14 year interval, I am going to stick with it, and assign this as yet another clinical assault. I was doing the right thing in 2002 and as I see it, this fucking harassment now seems to be leading to this present state of prostate cancer. Other supporting clinical games include a colonoscopy 2 years ago, bone scans, CT scans, all needed for patient evaluation for proton beam therapy intake. Funny how that "happens". Am I also scripted to win the lotto to string this whole escapade out for more drama, or is it yet another futility exercise taken to more heightened inanity? The perps always have a plan, if nothing else. We shall see.

Tonight they had me researching the driving route to said LL facility on Google maps. Talk about adding inanity to futility, I just don't get why I am being put through these unrealistic scenarios that are financially out of reach.

Another day of working in the vineyard, and perhaps for the second or third time this year, full-blown sunshine from beginning to end. These kinds of days should be a regularity from May onward, but haven't been. It wasn't too hot, 24C, so all was well weather wise. I got to work with the Difficult Dick again (ponytail and all), this time all day. He just had to change into a singlet top at morning break and show off his shoulder tattoo, to add to his Unfavored state for the day. He seemed amenable to conversing in the morning, and we even had some commonality over ADD symptomology, but he, in keeping with perp controlled conversation, seemed to not want to continue the dialog. Call it yet another case of conversational "drop outs", where the instignator suddenly ceases conversation for no seeming reason. This behavior of others began when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002.

In the afternoon he got ornery, so he was back to his usual grumpy self, having his post lunch time spliff no doubt. Even one of the other crew members upbraided him, kindly, about being negative. I had a good (quiet) laugh over that, staying out of the interaction. I still cannot comprehend how I get stiffed with such losers all the time. Call it the farm labor pool.

Today, in continuing the perps' planted notions, I still got nailed for planted LL proton treatment considerations, and they still pummel me with the notion it is part of my "future". That I am getting increasingly incensed over this blatant futility exercise might be why they backed off some.

I got nailed for a two hour nap attack when I got back from work today; as usual there was no sleep deficit to need this extra sleep, especially of that duration. 

I had "morning sickness" until 1100h, and at one point I thought I was going to lose my breakfast, as it got a little worse. So far, this morning time nausea has only "erupted" here at my residence on weekends; not a work, yet. I was also stiff in my hip joints and with a little back pain; so it would seem if all this is dopamine mediated, I could well do with a dopamine agonist in my regimen. Plus, I was in a grim mood all day, so it would seem all these symptoms are traveling together. I should bother the walk-in doctors for something, as it seems my wait list time for a shrink could be many months.

And why did I need to get pit-lamped by two red vehicles when I arrived at the SOF parking lot tonight? I get out of my vehicle, and they both arrive, two seconds apart, and park identically, driving through a stall to then face me as close as they can. One parking stall apart, and dissimilar red colored vehicles.

Then more pit-lamping (or "brighting") when I exited the mall (where SOF is); this Fuckwit in his oversized pickup truck was approaching, looking to drive over the crosswalk, axially, with me in his headlights. I walk wide to avoid what looks like to be a pending rundown, and then he pulls to my R, and then proceeds to back up, with his tailgate approaching me while walking through the handicapped parking. I couldn't get away from the fucker at a walking pace. Then he proceeds forward to stop in another handicapped parking stall for all of 30 seconds and then departs. All he had to logically do was make his turn onto the access route, avoiding the crosswalk rundown potentiality, instead of this absurd pedestrian (me) endangering fuckery all to show off his headlights, and then back up lights. I haven't seen anything so deliberately stupid for quite some time.

More gangstalker dip-shit driving games this morning at the intersection where I make a L turn.  Opposite me, this idiot makes a L turn from the through lane, crossing one vacant lane to make his turn. The perps just love these games; unexpected behaviors, the stupider the better.

An Elvis tribute contest in this town this weekend. I don't think I will make it, just like past years. I wonder what Elvis must think, perhaps in another physical place, per the film Bubba Hotep. (Not forgetting that science fiction films often portray real, but suppressed, events. Hence Twin Peaks, X-Files, and Star Trek).

I got to work with Difficult Dick all day today on tucking the vines in trellis wires. I have never met anyone who dithers and pisses around so much, all suited to dipping in and out of view, as well as backing and forthing. And who obsesses over so much in the vineyard, always finding an excuse to delay some more. I reckon I could of done 50% more work today if I had someone who was motivated about getting things done, rather than his obsessive routine. Even the slow pair were keeping pace with me and the Difficult Dick.

I got a referral to a medical specialist back in April, and was given the phone number to find out where I sit on the invariable wait list. Guess what, I am not on it, the referral never got to the specialist. Another managed fuck up to obstruct my medical care, as if I haven't had enough of these over the past 20 years, even before the assholes went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Prior to that was the all time jerkaround, four successive doctors blew me off about not having ADD. It was getting desperate, (or at least, the perps made sure of that), and when I got a SPECT scan it came back exactly as I told the doctors, ADD-Inattentive subtype. Fucking absurd, but that wasn't the end of it, as they took my stimulant (dopamine agonist) away in the outrageous stunt with paid-for doctors after 04-2002.

Forced back and forthing after the drop in doctor visit to get two Rx. He only gave me one, and when I went back to the doctor's office the receptionist said they were both on the same piece of paper. I said it wasn't and the pharmacist didn't say anything either. So I go back to the pharmacist and she gives me back the now stamped Rx and I take it back to the doctor's office and before I said anything, the (not too pleasant) receptionist gives me another Rx without so much as "sorry". So I take both back to the pharmacist to get them filled. Like WTF; what was that all about? The new Rx gets its own piece of paper and gets duly processed, and later retrieved with the pharmacy stamp on it and taken back to the doctor's office. Then a second Rx, a refill, gets taken back to the pharmacist's with the first one. Was it the stamped paper, or this back-and-forth paper shuffle the perps seem to like so much? Or was it about the strange dude pair who needed to stalk me into the parking lot and walk past my vehicle ahead of me?

Saturday, extra vineyard work; curiously, no helicopters at all today when 10-12 were "normal" last week. Maybe three fixed wing flyovers. Also curious, was that no one else was in the vineyard, not even the boss man came by.

And I see the FDA is hard a work crushing alternate cancer therapies; IV vitamin C is banned if this article is to believed. Maybe not in Canada, but I have my doubts that so-called Health Canada is anything more than a FDA subsidiary. (In the 1930's Royal Rife had an effective cure for cancer and worked this system in full support of conventional doctors. The FDA shut this advance down). Not only is IV C effective for cancer (or some cancers), it is effective for addressing drug addiction (read, acute dopamine deficiency). It just isn't enough that 650k go down every year with cancer in the US and Canada, (and 500k go to Mexico for alternate treatments), and now addiction problems need to be protracted and extended. I wonder if the FDA can be sued for cruel and unusual punishment?

Sunday, and another day in the part time vineyard. This time some other activity; a backhoe was run and the boss man came later in the day. And still the perps pummel me with all manner of notions of going to LL for a plainly unaffordable $86k proton beam prostate treatment.They haven't let up on this since I phoned LL (above). But in fact all of this has intensified since the call, and this has been on the "thought pummeling" script since 08-2016 when I first learned about it.

More excruciating leg muscle cramps last night; this was timed during a two hour restlessness where they had me "thinking" about a link in a posting at OG, where there are left wing (a misnomer IHMO, more like reverse racists) who have "white (Caucasian) exclusion days" at certain educational institutions. It was the first I heard of this latest public inanity/subversion, so the perps kept pummeling me with "thinking" about it while keeping me restless and awake in bed. And rotating me on my cot as part my attempts to get relief from this and to get to sleep. Then they pulled a major leg cramp and had me piss into the shower stall while keeping my leg flexed to avoid more cramp pains.

Tonight, just as I was to turn on this PC, why, a major leg cramp came on. All in keeping with their relentless fuckery over switching things on or off. I cannot count the number of times in a day when the screw me over turning light switches on or off or any like initiation of action.

Anyhow, enough for a week's posting and getting this done.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Kidney Pressure

My kidney pressure is building again... But as it turns out I was totally wrong on where my kidneys were. The doctor told me they were halfway up my back. Then she referenced my bone scan of 07-2016 and said that it was likely arthritis. Just what I need; another ailment to contend with.

I have been on an alien kick of late, reading "Alien Agenda" by Jim Marrs, after reading "The US Navy's Secret Space Program and Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" by Michael E. Salla. Both recommended.

Of interest and mentioned in "Alien Agenda", a foremost astrophysicist, though controversial in his day, Sir Fred Hoyle, said this at a 1971 news conference;
"human beings are simply pawns in a game of alien minds that control our every move. They are everywhere in the sky, on the sea, in the earth.... it is not an alien intelligence from another planet. It is actually from another universe which entered ours at the very beginning and has been controlling all that happened ever since".
Elsewhere, on the web, I get this similar quote from the same time. On May 10, 1971, the noted British Astrophysicist and Astronomer, Sir Fred Hoyle called a news conference and made the following, startling announcement:
“human beings are simply pawns in a great game, being played by alien minds, which control mankind’s every move… These alien minds come from another universe, one with five dimensions… These super-intelligent entities are so different from us that to apprehend them or to describe them in human terms, is impossible… They have been here for countless eons and they have probably controlled the evolution of Homo-sapiens. All of what man has built and become was accomplished because of the ‘tinkering’ of these intelligent forces.”
I don't believe that Sir Fred Hoyle divulged his sources, but the best that I can make out is that he evaluated the complexity of life and determined it could not of evolved from a primordial soup, even if charged with primitive DNA. As to how he concluded that we are all "alien pawns", and were are here as a result of "alien tinkering" I don't believe he explained it at the time, though perhaps obliquely in his many books. Interestingly, in addition to his scholarly articles, he wrote science fiction, which in my finding is a cover for the aliens to  reveal their activities; e.g. Star Trek, Twin Peaks, X Files. So the question remains; how did he know and from whom did he receive this information, and how did he validate it so that he was willing to risk public scorn? Normally such public pronouncements would beget the "crazy" label and professional banishment. Not he; his knighthood was awarded in 1972, though he may have been snubbed for a later Nobel Prize. The Wikipedia precis is here. Wikipedia in its ever stultifying defence of the status quo, mentions that Sir Fred Hoyle's belief in the abiotic origins of oil and rejection of the "big bang" theory are not supported by his professional colleagues. That is because Sir Fred was 40 years ahead of everyone else, and Wikipedia still hasn't caught up.

From Truth Control, something similar from “The Gods of Eden”, by William Bramley, Avon Books, 1989.
“Human beings appear to be a slave race languishing on an isolated planet in a small galaxy. As such, the human race was once a source of labor for an extraterrestrial civilization and still remains a possession today. To keep control over its possession and to maintain Earth as something of a prison, that other civilization has bred never-ending conflict between human beings, has promoted spiritual decay, and has erected on Earth conditions of unremitting physical hardship. This situation has existed for thousands of years and it continues today.”
Again, I find it interesting that the concept of "Prison Planet" has been floated by someone who claims to have done their research.

Onto the prosaic; forced spilling stunts, this time in the kitchen; I shook up the pomegranate juice over the sink with the lid on, and lo, the lid was askew, and the juice came out of the container and spilled in the sink when shaking it up. I was screaming enraged over this obvious jerkaround.

Then once I had cleaned up the mess  and poured 250ml of pomegranate juice in a glass, and then mixed in an supplement powder and stirred it up, the assholes yanked the glass from my hand, and dumped the glass and its contents into the sink. I was screaming rage-ified over that extra obvious stunt. More mess to clean up. And what was the purpose of that? To test pomegranate juice from the bottle into the sink, and another round from my glass, albeit with the supplement in it. The perps are fucking crazy about things going down the sink; even floating items are difficult to chase down the drain.

Yoga tonight, just three yogis for hot yoga on a hot day. I am definitely losing my mojo; it is not as much fun and am borderline dragging my ass. Well done perps; you take away my useful testosterone Rx in 2016 and going back 15 years, my dopamine. Both work together for motivation and better mood, and you assholes have taken both of them away after it took decades to get to the bottom of the problem. Four shrinks blew me off about not having ADD and when I got a SPECT scan, it came back as ADD, exactly as I called it. Needless to say, shrinks are the establishment of the Liars' Club in my opinion.

Vineyard shoot thinning all day today, the weather sunny, but around 24C, not too hot. A big aircraft day (20+), as in aerial stalking. On its second pass, the aerial fire fighting tanker must of been 200' over the vineyard, making its second turn of the day. Other fixed wing aircraft made multiple passes, one being a two engine propeller aircraft that also makes regular noise runs overhead at my residence. And plenty of helicopter variety today; EC 135, EC120, Bell 206, a larger Bell, and a few others. No gyrocopter though,- a once per three week event at best.

Another day of shoot thinning in the vineyard all day. A helicopter came to the pad for a wine tasting tour. We were about 100m away, far enough to avoid any sandstorm from the down wash of the rotors. It was the glossy black and blue Bell 206 (Jet Ranger) again, the same model of helicopter that I flew in for two months some decades ago on a summer forestry job. That model of helicopter is very popular in W North America for whatever reason, long before the AStar came along. I see the 206 is being replaced by a composite body model, the Bell 505X, just recently certified. After being around Bell 206 and 206L helicopters since 1971 in summer jobs (cargo loading, as a passenger), I don't expect them to go away anytime soon, as they are such a venerable flying machine. As to why the perps find helicopters such interesting aerial stalking vehicles I do not know. I noticed today they followed the 206 with a biz jet within a minute of its departure, heading the same direction. They like doing aerial "follow-ons", rotary wing, then fixed wing or vice versa.

A urologist's appointment at 0915h, so beforehand I got my driver's license renewed, a $75 hit, up $25 from last time. No wonder we have a minority government in BC now. I went to Starbucks to kill time before the appointment and lo, if the construction babe from the house building job next to my employer's vineyard didn't "happen" to be there. I didn't have time to say more than "hello" as her name got called for her order and I was heading out anyhow. She looks even better close up, and I did see her by "chance" a month ago when I was traversing between a grocery store and the auto repair shop. In both circumstances she was visible before I actually met her face to face. (Before meeting her today, he traversed past me at my table on her way to the washroom and back.) Another fine coincidence, two for two on "pre-meeting" face-to-face engagements.

The urologist visit was the expected futility over any dopaminergic treatment options; no peer reviewed literature he says. I am stuck in "anecdote land", the automatic disparaging term doctors give to patients that don't fit the predetermined profiles the research machine has supplied to the medical profession. How can one call it health care when the system is hidebound by precedent?

Saturday, and I worked at the alternate vineyard, same as last week. After I work tomorrow, that will be three weeks of non-stop work

Two Bell 206 helicopter visitations to a nearby winery, maybe 1km away at most, as I could hear the engine rpm variation as it shut down and started up later. On the second pass it was some 200' above terrain, nearly overhead.

Just finished "My Secret Sister", a gut-wrencher of a book (though with a happy ending) if one has experienced parental abuse. I have, but not to the level one co-author experienced. They were twins and separated at birth; one adopted out and the other kept in an abusive situation. And while the father could be intensively abusive, if not strange, the mother was rather unhelpful and unsupportive. The sister that was adopted out was in a very happy and supportive family. Both were raised as single children, no sisters or brothers. And the lies that were kept to support this ran through the family, and even to cousins who knew but didn't say anything.

Family lies; don't I know that one too. The First Feral Family knew I was a human nonconsensual experimentation subject and kept it secret for 47 years, and then knew 6 years beforehand that this intensified abuse was coming down in 04-2002.  (Abuse made known to me after 47 years of being set up and messed with covertly). I will never forgive the assholes for that, ever.

One chapter in the book "My Secret Sister" is titled, "Too Many Coincidences"; a common perp theme in this ongoing Fuckover at the hands of the Psychopathic Confederacy. Which made me wonder if the perps didn't orchestrate the separation of the sisters in the above story, put one through childhood hell (and then some), and the other had a relatively normal upbringing and went onto success as a professional golfer. Speculative to be sure, but it does all make we wonder, especially in keeping with the above quotes about humans being kept on this here planet. And too, how could the medical authorities of the day (about 1948-1950 in the UK) call a twin birth "normal" in the record and further note, "infant breastfeeding", "child adopted" in an ambiguous reference to each child from a twin birth? Reprehensible to say the least, and of course, feeding my ever increasing loathing of the medical profession (if that), and pondering if they too aren't in on this arranged Fuckover scene to some extent.

Vineyard work this Sunday, keeping going to pay the bills as it seems I just never have enough with manual laboring jobs. And then I get hit with expensive vehicle repairs, e.g. the power steering pump and the sensor switch of three weeks ago.

Just when I put on my headphones to listen to music while shoot thinning, why, the rain started up. Enough to send me back to put them away in the vehicle for the remainder of the day. Well done; more music listening sabotage.

Another Bell 206 helicopter visitation, this time a two tone brown one some 300' above terrain. Where do they dig these helicopter colors from; but given the attention they devote to vehicle colors around me, why would I be surprised?

And speaking of surprises, my daughter phoned on Father's Day, though her card didn't make it in time.

My efforts to combat prostate cancer  have taken a downturn. I haven't done squat in two weeks, since the test result. I wonder why?

Anyhow, enough news for the week to get this posted.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Nap Attack Nixes Yoga

A nap attack came on at 1800h, and I knew I was screwed for attending yoga, and I was. I got hit for 1h10m, plus another 20m of awake time but without the energy needed to get up. As always, I did not need the sleep, and today's vineyard work, while sunny, was not that hot (24C). And the post nap attack state, like I was drugged almost, makes for something quite interesting for perps; after heading out to fill up and grocery shop, they just love to put on extra stalkers, noise and freaks.  Especially the latter, as the great bearded bum at the supermarket (after the nap), just had to put on four stalking passes, two of them utterly pointless. Then another similarly bearded freak in the parking lot when I got out.

Mondays are the worst; freaks, and now stereo sabotage again- L channel "failing" with new interconnects -just touch the RCA connector and I get sound again.

A blood draw today, another perp nutzo event where they pour on the extra harassment.

One thing going wrong after another tonight, plus plenty more plasma beams, masers beams and reflective light movement of no know source in my R peripheral vision. That is, things fall down, food flicks, spills etc.

I cooked a frozen whole fish tonight, the head off and gutted, but everything else there. maybe that's why the perps have gone nuts tonight. At least 12 screamings at the assholes tonight.

All my anti-cancer MMS supplement intake for the last four months came to naught; yesterday's Prostate Specific Antigen (PSA) test result is 8.23, (6.4 four months ago) where normal is below 4.5. This means I am fucked as there is no other way I know of to reduce the cancer except for the stupid conventional means. If I take the MMS at a higher level, (like I did for four weeks in 02-2017) that means I will need to take it (horrid shit) for four months to deal with the duration between tests. I took the MMS2 protocol for four weeks, and then backed it down by half for four weeks, and since then take a daily maintenance dose. Not good enough apparently. There is no way I know of to measure the PSA test, or something comparable, on my own to find out what is going on.

It could be that I did nail the prostate cancer for a time, but it came back under the maintenance dose. And of course my long standing and vociferous advocacy that low dopamine is the real problem has come to naught; none of the referrals have come through in three months. And, as mentioned many times before, dopamine mediates the immune system, the only real agent that will deal with cancer effectively IMHO. So this fucking cancer show is going on for its second year (06-07-2016 when they sprang it on me). Thanks a lot assholes. All the while they told me it was going to be a year only.

Or could it be that the perps have learned how to negate MMS1and MMS2 by remote means, and I was the biological test dummy? Could be, given the number of set ups and baitings that go on. Not to mention incursions into my recall that began in 2006-7.

At the health food store and a capsule gangstalk with a "staff" attended stocking/stalking cart 18" away. What a coincidence that the one thing I wanted, and there it was beside the stocking/stalking cart. Then a following Fuckwit stalker that needed to get through. Can we get any more obvious than this? The perps just love to hound me after I have selected an item, that is, made a decision.

Shoot thinning in the vineyard all day, but with high winds all day, making for excellent grass pollen distribution, enough to make me very congested and with sore eyes by day's end.

A helicopter landed at the pad near the tasting room. Usually they do a low circuit to signify their intentions, but not this time. It was landed before I was aware of it, as it came into the wind direction, some 200m away from where we were. It was the same helicopter as last time, a Bell 206 in glossy black and dark blue.

Saturday, and one spent working at a third vineyard, -shoot thinning is the big demand these days.

Yesterday, the same at the regular M-F vineyard. As becoming "usual", more deranged pointless row walking by some of the others. We finished one block, walk 30 seconds to the start of the next block, and this emotional-mute woman (mentioned last post), walks 120m to the top of the row and then works downhill. Everyone else started from where they were. In all my 8 years of enforced farm labor, I have never seen anything so peculiar as this. As usual, she doesn't explain anything.

Then at lunch, the same in reverse; she is at the top of her row (where her car is), and could of resumed from there, like normal. But no, she walks down the row to where I was. Bizarre.

Saw David Lindley at the local folk club in town last night; he put on a good show and is truly a master of stringed instruments, some five of them. Ironically, no mandolin, for which I know him for, e.g. backing Maria Mauldar. There were plenty of tattoos on show last night at the club; 4 of the 6 waitress staff were inked. My waitress was tattoo-ed on her chest, something she had to show me given her top had plenty of chest exposure. The worst of it was that she was so disdainful and pained in her comportment, except when it came time to leave and she smiled no less. She seemed to be Spanish looking, a light brown skin, and I have met a few of those in my long ago travels. And not even a "sorry" from her for banging into my shoulder at least 2x on the night. And such a large ass for such a young thing. Though another untattoo-ed slim waitress made plenty of pass-bys, often leading or following the large assed one. Some kind of comparative study I suppose. If I don't like large butts or other examples of obesity, I don't see why it has to be a 15 year long nonconsensual human experiment to determine why. I just don't, so give it a rest assholes.

My table at the club was in an very exposed location, projecting into the narrow aisle and next to the sound guy. I loathe these particular tables, and the regular MC made sure I got my favorite table, but as he is ill with a neurodegenerative disease, I don't expect to see him any more. My table location also afforded plenty of "stray" light flashes from the street, as well as from the cashier table. The perps just love to flash light from behind me that catches my glasses and reflects into my eyes.

Back to obesity stalkers; I was leaving the vineyard in my vehicle, and the owner was at the corner of one block and had a visitor with him, possibly a viticulturalist, and this man had a sprawling disgusting gut hanging out from his front as he faced me. And he didn't bother to get off the road so I had to make a wide turn around him. Just another gut strut.

Then tonight, another male with a sprawling gut, waddling too (worse), walking along and around the corner, as I also made the corner in my vehicle on my last laundry trip. So what is it about these disgusting obesers that need to be placed on corners of roads, so I corner around them? In the least, it is another example of Unfavoreds making corners, adding to the anisotropic properties of etheric energy interactions (with me). That is, have someone disgusting looking be evident in two cardinal directions.

A full day at the third employer vineyard, thinning shoots. Not too remarkable, save three helicopters coming along, all the same kind. I haven't seen anything like this since 2012 when two black EC 135's came along in formation over the vineyard. This time it was three, though not in a military formation (wing), and they were further away so I could not get a read on their color or type.

And what is with the UK general election? Two terrorist events during the election and not a one of the party leaders makes it an election issue. Are we governed by wuss-power no matter the party? How about, say, 22 dead at the Manchester concert recently, = 22 less mosques in the UK (and no new ones) and 2200 deportees on their way out. I just don't understand how the UK has turned into being a colossal wimp-fest over this issue. In 2014 there were 168 laser attacks on landing aircraft at Heathrow for crissakes. At the link, a pilot's eyes were damaged by a laser attack while landing an aircraft. And just who in the fuck might be doing this with such concerted effort? The same ingrates enjoying a free ride in their adopted country, who don't want the fuss and bother of arranging another means to do the same. I'm with Trump on this issue, but I have my doubts about his governing capability in total.

Anyhow, time to post this for the week, and call this one done.

Sunday, June 04, 2017

Brown Skin Matching

Yoga yesterday, only five yogis for hot yoga at the end of a hot sunny day. The instructor was well browned from recent outdoor tanning, and I was moderately tanned by comparison. So... for more browning around, a long running perp need, they put in a brown Filipino woman between us. No males this time for whatever reason, but their experimentation games go in themes; dudes for weeks, and now presumably, browning around.

After yoga the perps wiped me for a nap attack at 2030h, and by the time I awakened it was 2230h, so it was only a matter of closing the blinds and turning the lights out to then get back into bed. Of course they wouldn't let me get to sleep right away, and played their fantasical mind fuck games.

They came up with a new fantasy variation a few days ago, and two nights ago (Sunday), after going to bed, they played this in mind for at least 3 hours. I had plenty of reason to get to sleep; an earlier hike, tanning outside and it just been a very hot day. But no, someone needed to keep me awake for three hours playing stupid mind fuck fantasy games.

A high overcast day today, but the same 30C temperature as the last week of sunny weather. Even if wearing shorts, I didn't get any tanned, so I suppose the tanning off-on nonsense is going to continue all summer. My landlady returned from Mexico the May long weekend, just as the weather finally became sunny. I suppose she might also be part of this tanning and brown skin experiment games, getting a week's head start while in Mexico and then returning here just as the sunny weather starts for the summer. We had maybe two sunny days between January and May 22, but that was it. She was getting fed up with the weather too.

A big thunderstorm last night after I paid my month end bills online. And it continued for 40 minutes. Some more thunder this evening as I write, 1820h. The latter was conveniently timed to screw up my plans to go to a part time employer, but once I phoned them, they indicated that I should hold off for tonight.

More shoot thinning at the vineyard today, and more curiousness as to why other crew members need to get into my row when there are plenty more to do. I'm fine if they want to help me out to finish the row for the day, or help finish the block, but why start at the top of my row when I am 8 panels (bays, =8x20', the span between posts) along and they can obviously see me? Even the straight-ahead (normal) NZ woman did this for the first time today, even if she complained about the "difficult" crew member jumping into her row twice in the last two days. No explanation from her, nothing.

Said "difficult" one also joined in to involve me as well today; I had started a new row and was 30' into it and he comes along and goes to my row and starts clipping away. I ask him if he is working this row, and says, "oh, I guess you are". Like WTF; is this guy blind or just becoming a more obvious agitator? As one row end is often not entirely visible from the other end, say 150' or so, sometimes two crew members can start the same row from opposite ends, and need to sort out who is to complete it. Of course the perps love this FUD moment, and as an example, duly exploited it yesterday when the "difficult" one started in my row after looking right at me from 150' away. I was already in the row, and he had just walked in, sees me, and I figure this is my row as I am in it. Some 20 minutes later I see him working my row, heads down, pretending not to notice. Perhaps the "going blind" theory explains this. He pulled this on someone else today as well.

And as regular readers will know, whenever I change directions in doing farm work (or driving for that matter), working from one row to the next, usually a 180 degree turn, the perps put on no end of games.  For example, the cell phoning vineyard owner "shows up" just then (yesterday) or the boss man drives up, or someone else comes by, or an aircraft comes by for a noisestalk etc. And too, about three panels from the end the perps have me screw up and get pissed off. This shit is so predictable it is just plain tiresome. Chalk another one up for the ongoing research anisotropy etheric energies.

And what is it about the police, or emergency responders, that they need to drive up my ass (10' away), and THEN turn on their sirens. Of course the flashing lights were already on; now adding yellow to their renowned blue and red. And of course, adroitly timed as I was about to make a L turn, turn signal on, and then I hear the siren, then see the mofo in the rear view mirror who is looking to pass by me on my L side (wrong side of the road). So, I change my turn signal to R and pull over, and the mofo cruises past. This is at the corner of Fairview and Windsor, one of my regular turns to my residence, and the scene of countless arranged vehicle trains that hold me up at this corner when attempting a L turn.

This same scenario "happened" about four weeks ago, with colleague in the passenger seat, and while not at the same location, we had set off and were in the vehicle for only two minutes, when the police vehicle with flashing lights was on my ass without prior warning. The siren was turned on at the last second when he was 6' from my bumper. Even my colleague remarked on the short notice.

But getting back to the first scenario above, when I was just about to make a L turn. About 5 years ago they pulled this exact same bullshit back in Victoria; I was in a L lane and about to make a L turn across three lanes where there was no oncoming traffic, and lo, an ambulance was in my driver side mirror with lights flashing coming up beside me on the wrong side of the road. And about then, the siren was turned on. No prior warning, because I would of pulled off long before. I never had any of this dangerous (IMHO) emergency vehicle behavior before, and now this bullshit.

But of course, having regular oncoming vehicles cross the centerline ahead of me is nothing new now, since this harassment began 04-2002. They will take any excuse, e.g. give a cyclist 7' (or more) of clearance, so they have some excuse to be straddling the centerline.

A day of shoot thinning in the vineyard, and on-off rain all day today. The perps have now decided to compromise my rain pants and now have them leak some at the knees. We have done this already; back about 2010 when daffodil picking, new rain pants leaked at the knees, after the old pair (with nothing seeming wrong with them) leaked at the knees. I was pissed then, and am all the more pissed now that I am not allowed to have functional rain pants, especially that they are high end Bluestorm Latitude 38's.

Warm, but not too hot in the vineyard today; shorts on after 1000h. No threats of rain either, so I got to listen to my headphones all day. The perps messed with my digital music player and put the first artist on repeat, when I expected to be finishing up on the last album. I am going through all female vocalists from A-Z in my 225Gb collection, and so when done, I move onto the male singers and bands. Except of course when they mess with the player and have it repeat and blank me out and have me not recognize that it is repeating. They couldn't do this to me until about 2008 when they somehow learned to remotely hack music repeat memory.

A Bell 206 helicopter came about 1530h and landed on the helicopter pad to deliver wine tasting folks to the nearby tasting room. The pilot was at the aircraft just as we were departing for the work week, me driving past it with appropriate clearance, and at least one passenger back inside.

Then two hours of extra work at the part time vineyard tonight. Same job; shoot thinning. it will take a while to get this done, probably longer than the weekend.

My work mates are still up to their peculiar habits of walking a vineyard row and then starting work from the far end. It is so totally pointless, and extra work as well. Like WTF; start a new row at the beginning of the day from the road (uphill) where everyone is parked, instead of walking the row downhill by some 120' and then begin working uphill. I cannot grasp why this one woman has these very "daft attacks", seeming to have learned them from the "difficult" dick who began this perversity. Sure, especially in the afternoon, walk back to get water, but no, she carries a flask with her (sort of). She hangs the flask up one panel ahead, giving her the excuse to do back-and-forths all the way along the row. Even the normal seeming NZ woman did a pointless row walk today. Daftness is infectious as it turns out, unless someone is jerking their chain, and they don't mind looking so stupid.

And why is it the perps still need to fuck with sending/composing emails? I composed an email, went to another tab, and lo, could not find my email in draft. Since the assholes have spent the last 15 years deleting these draft emails without a specific "Save", except for the last 6 months when Yahoo finally had an autosave for draft emails, I thought the email would be saved. But no, a new trick; the fuckers sent the email when I specifically did not Send it. So it got sent twice in slightly different versions of course, something the perps just love to create. Its like they feast on "do it again, but differently". What is the matter with them? Now, some 15 years of these remotely applied juvenile incursions, of the most trivial nature. Woohoo... another day in fucking hell.

Saturday, and I got screwed out of shaving this morning as I was made to sleep in an hour past my alarm. I had all the plans for a regular weekday morning, just that I needed to get to the laundromat at 0800h, to get the laundry done in time for my haircut at 1000h.

All was accomplished, and I even had a motorcycle escort of 4 loud HD motorcycles behind me on the way to the hair cutting school. A young woman from Invermere cut my hair today, and she seemed the most uncertain student stylist in the five years I have gone there. She needed at least six instructor-consult departures to help her, and at one point the (male) instructor had to do some cutting. I might of been her very first live subject, or perhaps she wasn't trained at the same level. And I suppose, when one is cutting the hair of the most harassed human subject in recent history (me), she might of been somewhat nervous. Since interpersonal touches seem so regulated, e.g. cashiers handing my change or receipt (anywhere), I wonder what qualities the perps request to have someone in such close proximity to me, and of course, touching me many times in the course of a haircut. It is all very curious, living in this fishbowl as a non-consensual human experimentation subject.

I know a little about Invermere, BC, as I visited there about 4x in the course of my 3 year stay in Nelson BC, as part of my Forest Service duties, 1986-89. So perhaps the perps were looking for a locational "vibe" that was common, though I haven't been there for some 40 years almost.

I got the cluster of four women at the cash desk when it came time to pay, and lo, if the beautiful young blonde woman I knew from prior visits didn't also "happen" to arrive just then and exchange pleasantries. Talk about a total dopamine rush. She also mentioned that the normal Saturday instructor that I know from past visits was away. This is the same woman I frequently talk to about wine, and wine tasting.

Then onto a part time vineyard job for more shoot thinning for six hours. I "happened" to meet my former employers of the last two years nearby, as they do mountain cycling in the area. We exchanged pleasantries and went our separate ways. There was plenty we could of talked about, but for some reason all this "escaped" me.

Sunday; more shoot thinning at the part time vineyard. The owners lent me some CD's as he put on a interest in digital music. Though he confessed that his son-in-law put on music files on his Ipod, so his knowledge of digital music handling was limited. Probably a set up to lend me CD's, another recent perp rage for whatever reason. (The "difficult" dick at work was doing this before he started his asshole trip; good timing that).

Then onto help my crippled friend, he of the split knee cap injury, now getting into physiotherapy. One had to wonder what he does all day; I lent him some of my books and he hasn't touched a one.

Anyhow; a big week as I get my PSA test after 4 months of taking MMS and all those good nutritional things to support prostate health. Oh, fucking why did I get stiffed with this bullshit after 15 years of unmitigated hell?

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Noise Onset Timed for Headphone Use

And what is it about putting on headphones and listening to music that must be pummeled with noise from outside within 5 minutes. These past two days of good sunny weather, a rarity this year until now, and in combination with the Escape's power steering pump leaking like a sieve, has meant that I could only responsibly get my tanning done outside my place on the lawn. Which meant, listening to headphones as a bonus, but that didn't last long as someone nearby started up the gasoline lawn mower, the HD motorcycle noise, overhead aircraft in repeated passes or some such noise. I gave up attempting to wear headphones as the assholes seemed so intent to punch their noise through. Ditto yesterday; within 5 minutes of putting on the headphones the lawnmower noise starts up; the same mower and same location two days in succession, each with the same impeccable timing of putting on my headphones. That takes coordination IMHO.

Mind you, even on the vineyards that I have worked at that aren't on a busy road (2012-14), the assholes would time aerial noise, usually the single engine propeller driven aircraft, to loiter overhead when I put on headphones. And even more absurd, a specific biz jet took off when I had them off, and 15 minutes later it was doing the same thing, this time with my headphones on, catching me out as I did not expect it to somehow slip back and take off again. As this aircraft is not stationed here as best as I can make out, just why would it return in such short order? The "forgot our lunch" rationale has been played out so many times over the past five years of living here, where aircraft return in short order so they can make another pass. Not all of them, and more likely a small percentage, are on training runs and the like where this flight pattern has some legitimate rationale. Do they get paid by the flight, or by a free fueling or what? Or do all these aircraft belong to the Psychopaths? Don't know, don't care, just leave me alone.

Tuesday, and back to work at the vineyard. I got a ride from the boss man at the tire/automotive repair shop as the power steering pump was to be installed today. Indeed it was, and lo, if the pump pressure switch isn't also on the fritz, allowing full pressure all the time, and it too needs to be fixed. Part available tomorrow, another day with out the vehicle, and this time the boss man picks me up at my place as the vehicle is deemed undrivable. My guess is that the switch got sabotaged, and then that blew the seals in the pump. Ergo, no need for a new pump if it hadn't been installed first. A seal kit yes, but a new pump might of not been necessary. And I still wonder why I took the vehicle to these guys anyhow having pissed me off once, though the Ford dealership might not of been any better. But at least they were open on the Saturday of the long weekend, though I don't know if that would of been a factor.

Shoot thinning in the glorious sunny weather today, even if a stiff breeze for the afternoon.

Did I piss a whole lot of readers off inadvertently, or is this just more Blogspot number manipulations? From a steady 280 reads per day for the last two months now down to 80 reads per day for the past few days. I don't put much stock in these statistics, being kept in this bubble of all things manipulated

I got picked up by the boss man and his wife this morning, my vehicle kept in the shop overnight. I suppose this is all part of the "temporary separation" plan; first allow the victim to retrieve his vehicle from the shop while waiting for the part (PS pump), then when fixed, why another part (pressure sensor) is needed, but this time the victim must keep his vehicle at the shop. All this fuckery after getting the summer tires on. And a new PS belt as well, as the other one was soaked in PS fluid, and was slipping. Rubber games among others, not to mention leaking PS fluid all over town for the last week or longer. It drives nice now. A $620 bill for all of that fuckery on a vehicle that has 110,000km on it. Go figure.

I filled the vehicle up afterward, always a big perp moment, and wasn't surprised to have a loud motorcycle in the next bay, the only one of four available.

Shoot thinning all day today, being cool (17C), windy and some threatening rain. Don't ask me why the perps need to go through these temperature fluctuations, but we should be back to 10C warmer tomorrow and for four days more. Today was a cool weather "blip" in an 8 day sunny and warm streak.

And I see the assholes had me "forget" to take my vitamins this morning, all the more annoying when I had a rare extra 20 minutes before my ride (boss man) came by. When I have been such a regular vitamin user, I find this totally absurd that I would "forget".

One the forced "forget" games, they also had me "forget" to take my lunch kit home yesterday. Leaving things all over town was never my style, and now they have upped the sabotage inanity.

I see the difficult co-worker is now staying out of any verbal contact. The weird shovel demand experience of last week, and the prior offer (unprovoked) from him to throw me a pitch fork seemed to have a cumulative loathing effect (in me) that the perps wish to incubate for some reason. Though this person does still keep up his "dog me" stalking antics, taking extra strange measures (e.g senseless back and forths) to cross my path or pop into my field of view. Him, staying out of my way is just fine. Somehow he knows the score, though I haven't said a thing or otherwise tipped my hand.

Another day of shoot thinning. Bottling is tomorrow, but as they have an extra person I was assigned to stay in the vineyard. It doesn't add up; two of the six crew don't have bottling experience and will be part of the bottling tomorrow. I have three weeks of bottling experience and I get sent to the vineyard. All that clanging and bashing glass is a big deal for the perps, so perhaps they want be to be away from it, doing vineyard work. That "happened" last year, where the vineyard demands were such that the bottling crew had to do without me while I attended to the vines nearby. Funny how these exclusion games repeat. This is only a one day bottling job anyhow.

And funny how no one on the crew says anything to anybody in the morning; some I never spoke to all day, including the above "difficult" one. Though he still didn't let up on his posing (getting seen) and stalking games. It is like some kind of chain got yanked on most everyone, and nearly all of them went into avoidant down-at-the-mouth mode. I have experienced joint peculiar co-worker behavior in the past, though it has involved staring. Not this time for some reason, just avoidant behavior. For the record, there is nothing I did or said to stink the joint out, and nor is there any other event that I am aware of that would cause such a "reaction". In quotes, as it seems it is orchestrated.

I was shoot thinning all day today. I finished up the partial rows from the rest of the crew as they were on bottling, and by 1330h, the "difficult dude" slid into view at the other end of the next row. The rest of the crew followed in five minutes or so. Interesting that they put this loathsome mofo into view first. Normally, when I am bottling, there is always something going wrong to hold the line up for a while. Without me, it went just fine.

Sunday, and I got out for a hike to then get some tanning in, and managed to evade the bull and the cows that are polluting the hiking trails in and around McIntyre Bluff. Enough for now, and onto posting.

Monday, May 22, 2017

More Doctor Blow Offs

I wanted to get going on dopamine treatment of some kind as it has immune system considerations, in particular for my prostate cancer. (I am ADD, and by definition, dopamine deficient. And there are a number of scientific papers which correlate cancer to dopamine deficiency, dopamine being an immune system mediator among its many significant roles on the so-called "peripheral systems", aka, non-Central Nervous System). Referrals take a year or more sometimes, and I wanted to get on with this so I tried for a appointment to see the "good doctor", the one that has been helpful on some fronts in the last two years, but not with respect to dopamine despite her name dropping of a certain past helpful Rx last visit in 01-2017. So when I got a phone appointment for this major initiative (as I see it, and I have mentioned this to her before), I was not impressed.

And so today's 15 min. phone appointment turned into a big nothing. No Rx, and "wait" again, for the useless jerk urologist to review my PSA test in a month. Wait for what? More cancer to show up for crissakes? If no cancer then what?

And what IS IT ABOUT MY STATE OF DOPAMINE, that so interests a Psychopathic Confederacy that they ripped me off from taking a very useful Rx that increased my dopamine and made me well from 2000 to 04-2002, when this reign of abusive terror suddenly began? Bad enough in dealing with ADD for 46 years, then I start getting better in 2000, and then hounds of extreme hell descend on me in 04-2002 with a concocted story to which the criminal shrinks complied, to then force me to take medications that blocked dopamine and predictably, made me feel substantially worse. It was fucking criminal then, and is now, and was nothing short of living in a gulag in a supposedly free country, Canada. (With US based support too).

There ought to be an award for outstanding clinical criminality called the Dr. Ewan Cameron Award for Clinical Criminality, named after the CIA supported mofo who trashed patient/victims brains in Montreal, 1950-1962 roughly. If I were to award it, it would go to the certain doctor who pulled the above mentioned involuntary dopamine blocking enforcement stunt in 2002, and then in 2003 for five months. I will never forgive that asshole as long as I live. Other TI's report fast and loose "treatment"/abuse at the hands of psychiatrists, which begs the question as to whether they are all corrupted.

I just may of met the Scottish immigrant Dr Ewan Cameron mofo, as he did do "psychiatry" on children as reported by Carol Rutz, "A Nation Betrayed", and I lived in Montreal in 1956-57 and 1958-59. Though that would be during the memory deleted years 1956-59, aged 2-5 y.o. It is most curious the perps arrange these warbling Scottish accented Fuckwits to say something in my presence, and I simply cannot stand their accent, another new dislike that has erupted since they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.  Books....

So here we are now, 15 years since 04-2002 that began as senseless and relentless abuse such as directed head beam pain, gangstalking, extra-conventional physical activity, plasma and maser beams and being kept in a densified magnetic field, and still the assholes are  blocking my access to dopamine treatment. And the urgency is not so much ADD, but urinary problems, prostate cancer, dysthymia, low libido and a few others I won't get into. And still they thwart me, yet continue to manage, if not worsen, these symptoms. And of course, obstruct treatment.

Don't forget that from 1996-2000 that the assholes had three shrinks and a neurologist blow me off about not having ADD. I had read the clinical text books the doctors study, and it seemed to be plain obvious. Finally I got a SPECT scan and it was exactly as I diagnosed myself; ADD-Inattentive subtype. Chances are that I didn't "happen" to run into a string of inept clinicians, but it too was another insane obstruction of medical care that I desperately needed at the time. And here we go again; fucking the victim out of his needed Rx when it is plain obvious what the diagnosis is, (further supported by a recent urine test) and this whole clinical atrocity is now repeating again 20 years later. One has to given them credit for tenacity, but why not leave me the fuck alone? Or else let the cancer rip and call it done. I simply cannot handle this insane and relentless obstruction of my medical care, especially after being put through the hoops and mazes of researching the problem (again), all to hit the another wall (per above). Just leave me the fuck alone or let me die.

Given the government notion of regarding addiction as a criminal event, it makes me wonder if there isn't a bigger game out there, called Non-Consensual Population Dopamine Reduction Research, littered with the human wreckage that addictions bring. And how many centuries has this been going on? And here we have it; the path of all addictions lead to dopamine.

Planting vines all day today; the perps seem to like me doing planting, as much as weeding. No wonder they have me alternate these activities in the same day.

Got screwed out of yoga again while all dressed up for it as I got a phone call from my Farmer Friend (who never normally calls), and lo, if it wasn't timed to have me "forget" to go to yoga.  This is the second week in succession of this stunt, and will be followed by a third as next Monday is a national holiday. The perps never pull one-of yoga class obstructions but string them into twos and threes. So here we go again. More pointless and senseless obstructions over fuck all.

Digging all day today; first holes for planted vines all morning, and then back to weeding. The rain was on-off, and on when the planting holes were dug, and the boss man gave the crew the option of working in the afternoon. Only the NZ woman and I took up the offer, so I worked with her digging weeds all afternoon. Again; on-off rain in the afternoon.

Then to the tire shop to have my summer times put on, as I packed them in my vehicle in the morning, and they stayed in the vehicle all day. And one can always expect extra hijinks when it comes to tires, as the perps are totally nuts about them. (Tire rubber has earth (photonic) energies in it from the tree growth).

Before waiting there I went to the nearby specialty grocery store and as I entered, the construction babe from last year's house build next to the vineyard was at the checkout, but looking the other way. No big deal; I get these "sightings" all the time nowadays. I did my shopping for 10 minutes and went to the grocery section, and then three gangstalkers arrived. One stood exactly in front of the ginger which was the one remaining item I wanted to get, and stayed just standing there not even pretending to shop. Eventually I gave up and went to the check out. All to go through another cashier swap, becoming standard perp practice nowadays. The more attractive one was swapped out after the customer in front of me and I got the fugly older woman, a long time regular.

Anyhow, I wander the block or so back to the tire shop, and lo, from a parked black pickup truck, out pops said construction babe to say hello, as she was headed to Value Village next door. We chatted for a minute or so, she getting a little close, and went our separate ways. She was going to Value Village to get a yellow shirt she said, and lo, if a useless taxi parking up the street wasn't yellow. Given the timing, she should of been long gone, or a least, not sitting in her boyfriend's truck when I was walking by, but I am now long familiar with these managed coincidences.

Then I wait at the tire shop, and the cutie from the shoemaker shop "happens" to be stopping by. She is always friendly to me (no pleasant/unpleasant/ignore me turncoat games), and per usual, greeted me with her warm smile. I responded in kind, and noted that she is now blonde, formerly brunette. It seemed that she was in for major vehicle repairs from what I overheard. So two babes I happened to peripherally know arrive into my sphere within 5 minutes of each other while dealing with automotive tires.

I also got the "kiddie stalk treatment" while in the waiting area. A woman who was playing with her 3 year old son outside all the time (20 min.) while I was out shopping, brings him into the tire shop and he ends up in the seat beside me, being hyper, and just about runs into me, no doubt another exercise in testing my L side peripheral vision for threat assessments. The kid seemed to be extremely reluctant to sit beside me at first, being directed by his mother a few times. Like WTF; was it some kind of glow all around me or something else?

And lo, if the mechanic didn't discover a leaking power steering pump while the vehicle was up on the hoist. I had noticed that it made extra noise while turning, so no doubt I have more vehicle repairs to suck down my meager savings.

Yes, the power steering is going for a crap, though the fluid isn't leaking too much. I phoned the automotive (and tire) shop per above, and they cannot book me in until Friday (Wednesday today). So here we are, just ahead of a May long weekend, and my ass will be against the wall as to whether these repairs can be done, and at least, economically done.

A similar work day as yesterday, but with no rain, and even a little sun. I was planting all morning with the new girl, and then weeding in the afternoon with the NZ woman. This time I brought my 18V battery powered grinder to work and sharpened her's and my shovels which made a big difference in reducing weeding effort. But not enough to prevent a two hour nap attack this evening. As usual, I have not been running a sleep deficit.

Though the perps pulling nap attacks when starting into new books is not new; I received "The US Navy's Secret Space Program & Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" yesterday, and somehow "forgot" to take it to work to read over the 45 min. lunch break. (I was allowed to remember to take the grinder and a book for the NZ woman).

Another "forget" in bringing the above book to work to read at break. Instead, I was entertained by a marmot for 40 minutes at lunch while listening to music in my vehicle.

And it was digging weeds all day today, the first half by myself, which I didn't expect. Therefore, no headphones were taken to work, so I got to listen the many aircraft overhead instead. Quite a variety of aerial stalkers today, even a pair of single engine aircraft in formation, both of the same type/make. The aerial fire drop tanker was in action again for two over-flights; on one pass it was trailing smoke in some kind of trajectory trace capacity I assume. It was not related to engine failure or anything irregular.

At 1000h, the first break, it was getting very sunny and warm, and so I changed into my shorts. And lo, 15 minutes later, the sun was behind cloud for the rest of the day, though still warm. I cannot count the number of times the perps play sunlight exposure games when I get ready for getting a decent tan.

And I see that the power steering fluid is leaking a whole lot now; the reservoir was drained today after I topped it up yesterday. It gets seen to tomorrow, and with attendant wallet impact anxiety. Another perp specialty; crank the angst. Just hilarious.

Got a ride from the boss man this morning, so my vehicle could be dropped off at the repair shop. And lo, if the power steering pump needs replacement. Had I not got screwed around and ordered it on online that night it might of made it here by today, and I would of saved $120 in the process. Buying parts from repair shops is getting too expensive. And so, into a long weekend with very limited driving capability.

Shoot thinning in the vineyard all day today, breaking the toil of hard labor of digging the weeds. And nice weather too; the storms came later in the evening in a stroke of good timing (ahem).

Saturday, and sunny weather the whole day. Not that I could get tanned for hours on end as my knee cap injured colleague needed to be ferried about, and I got some errands done too.

The power steering pump was leaking plenty, so I didn't go far.

Just finished reading "The US Navy's Secret Space Program & Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" by Michael Salla. The book has plenty of substantiating documentation and eye witness reports to indicate the US Navy has space ships on high. This was also confirmed by the inadvertent release of their crew movement orders to ships that didn't exist (sea borne ones) in a leak of their data by a UK hacker a few years back. From the book, it would seem that the FBI, Navy and the Russians have a strong alliance with the Nordics. But the CIA and the rest of the US military, and former Nazis, have an alliance with the Reptilians, the archenemies of the Nordics. The latter have large bases in Antarctica. The Nordics have bases in Utah to help construct the kilometers long Navy space ships apparently. Obviously unconventional propulsion systems are involved in getting these monstrosities to fly, and hold their position above the Earth.

Also interesting is that the son of a US Navy admiral, Leslie Oliver IV was likely the pass-through of the US Navy's knowledge of space technology and the players, and that this was conveyed to Gene Rodenberry who created Star Trek from what he was told. The Nordics are the Vulcans, and the Reptilians are the Klingons. Another "soft disclosure" in the parlance of this book. As is Battlestar Galactica, also fomented by Leslie Oliver. Interesting, as it confirms what I saw on about deep technology concepts being released to form the premise of science fiction films.

The book was published in early 2017, and has a chapter on US President Trump being a US Navy supporter, as well as his warm contacts with Putin and Russia. And too, the FBI gave him a big assist before the November 2016 presidential elections by strangely invoking suspicions about Hillary Clinton that were retracted. It does make one wonder how on Earth (so to speak) the Trump administration can disrupt the embedded Reptilian control of most of the US defense apparatus.  The book also suggests there will be public release of government involvement with extraterrestrials, but I am not optimistic as the lid has been nailed down countless times over this aspect.

Another snippet of interest is there was mention of mind controlled women for sexual purposes dating back to the 1930's, as part of the aliens' deal with Hitler, which also included "antigravity propulsion, beam weapons extended life, and plenty of mind-controlled willing girls programs" (p. 47). Very interesting. Other TI related snippets mentioned in this book were age-regression (done to me), and memory wiping (done to me, per above). The operational arrangement is that one gets one's recall wiped back to the age they are regressed to, which is not true in my case. Other than that, there was no TI related scientific interest or human experimentation objectives that I could find in the book.

I am still digesting the whole thing, and wonder if the whole Nordic-Reptilian conflict isn't also arranged in some way, as each of their weapons are ferocious and of wide scale if deployed. And of course, it begs the question, which of the two is screwing the hell out of me and other TI's? (The telepathic mind feed I get is that it is the Nordics, but one cannot believe anything from Them). My vote is the Reptilians, as they are depicted to be the most vicious, soulless, aggrandizing and ruthless. The Nordics come across as the good guys (and girls).

And to make matters all the more mixed up, each of the extraterrestrial groups have their own in the disguise of humans here on Earth, on spying and sabotage missions; "biological robots" was the term, though I could count myself as one, though merely a human non-consensual experimentation subject/victim.

And if the Nazis had Reptilian help with advanced technologies, though not ready for being deployed in warfare, why didn't they advance this more (or delay the start of hostilities) and have them win WWII? Even their jet aircraft technology ME 262 first flew in 1941 but didn't become operational until mid-1944 due to metallurgical problems with the jet engines. If they had they would of been the superior air force. From the book, the Nazi Antarctic initiative (base, and technology advancement) was wholly separate from the German mainland initiative dating back to 1913, and that they (the overarching controlling "They") were ready to concede on the latter.

And it still begs the question as to why haven't one of these extraterrestrial groups taken on the other in a public and likely, Earth destructive conflict, an expanded dust-up like they did in 1561 in Nuremburg. (Caveat; other sites call it a sun related "parhelia" effect). What is each of them waiting for, or are they being restrained in some way? I don't get it, the big picture that is. There is something very universally fundamental they (either party, or a subsuming party) want from us Earth-lab dwellers, and TI's are in the hot-seat as to this human experimentation agenda. Or why don't the Reptilian agents take out the Nordic TI's, or vice-versa? That would not be too difficult for each to find out the subjects of the other given the extensive spying and ether-exploiting technologies they have.

The book "The US Navy's Secret Space Program & Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" is recommended for those who wish to explore the whole extraterrestrial angle on what is going on in this world, especially so for its supporting documentation. So yes, I believe what it presents as largely true. As for the "disclosure" hope, I would respectively suggest it just isn't going to happen. (In fact, JFK's assassination may have something to do with this, per Salla's book, "Kennedy's Last Stand"). Ergo, Trump in hot water currently (as he always will be due to liberal knee-jerk bleating) and the (absurd) "impeachment" news chatter has started up. A good companion book is "Selected by Extraterrestrials: My life in the top secret world of UFOs, think-tanks and Nordic secretaries" by William Tompkins, one who was there during the days of the WWII spying on the Nazi advanced technology programs, and when the technologies were adopted by US aircraft manufacturers.

A visit to my knee cap damaged friend in the evening, after I sharpened his three pairs of hand pruners in the morning. I took a bottle of wine over, but he was already sauced when I got there. Its not pretty to see a drunk on crutches, but thankfully it was in his apartment, excepting that he needed to go outside to smoke a cigarette, and barely transversed the stairs. He said he fell down earlier, so I assume this was also due to drink. So here he has three months of physiotherapy ahead of him, and seemingly is psychologically maladjusted for this long run. I sense there are a number of dysfunctional behaviors going on, so this shall be interesting in a guarded "hope nothing happens" way.

Anyhow, a long weekend here in Canada, so I shall get this posted, now Monday morning.