September 24

10:44 To those who tried to help me last night. It worked a little, thank you. But it's not a permanent fix. Still got a number of questions on the subject. I was determined to find a site that offers free fish eye transformations, i found one but i have to sign up and put a card number and it's free only three days. And then my motivation got softened and then nullified by the entities upstairs.

One thing is sure. This summer encounter had an intense positive effect on me especially during last few weeks. I started to communicate better on the blog, focus, to figure things at a much higher rate, even try to defend myself from the bully. It feels like i'm coming back to life after a long hibernation. In fact, i forgot i can feel that way. That's why i'm so afraid of loosing it.


Upstairs. Ever since i woke up it just sits in there in one place and do little squeaks. I don't know how to describe it but best would be it somehow it taps into my brain and do that every time a tiny emotion is being released. Or better said, when i have this urge to communicate with someone about those subjects. But why i also have the urge not to talk about. Like a little secret. Is my subconscious happy to at least  communicate with someone no matter how.

Their reaction is almost instantaneous and i tend to believe is not human. But they have to do it while humans are present otherwise it would be really weird.

Of course i get all kinda of emotional reactions in my mind when i read news. It is what triggers to write back. The more intense the reactions the more intense the squeaks. And if i go over a certain limit then it starts walking and marching etc. making sounds comparable with thunder or stronger, matching my emotions. 

In the end i get into a state of total dissatisfaction. Like if somebody would try and deny you a physiological urge.

Anybody can please tell me what is this?

Over the years i tried to guess. Shin shin shin gan, vibrational electric or primordial impulse form of telepathy turned into bullying that manifests only emotionally, name it. Or simply some type technologically assisted bullying. But why somebody can afford to do this as a permanent job (in this case, two persons of which one is here all the time) and most important. Who are these guys and why are doing this.

Punishment or suppression of using this atavism, this ancient form of communication that somehow got awakened in me through yoga during high school?

I remember this when it first happened, in January 1996 i ended up been awake, not eating or drinking water for a week and then in the ER at the hospital in Vancouver they put me in a bed next to a woman who gave birth. They brought me some food but no water and then in the psychiatric ward at the other end of the town they gave me an ativan with a little water and i slept 12 hours. I continued drinking too little water in the hospital. It took weeks to re hydrate time in which i was feeling like paralyzed.

All described above are clearly true crimes, torture is not affected by statutes of limitations, Hilary Clinton acting as attorney Janet Anderson, Chris Mathews acting as attorney James Mayhew, Christiane Amanpour acting as a police officer, ER doctor, dr.Augusto Pro_ano, Dan Costan, Nelu Ciorba, Vlaicu, John Mladin, others are all involved, they all saw me during the time i was not sleeping and also hallucinating.

The whole story repeated while i was working at Epson in 1997.

As for invasion of privacy, sleep deprivation as a form of torture, polluting, coercing, that are continuing to the present, are also crimes. Any low enforcement agency, can they read this?

11:23 They left as i was writing about them. That happened before. That functionality has been taken over by other less convenient ways from their part. Slamming doors in the parking lot. Slamming the garbage bin. Car alarms and beeps. Soon there will be modified exhausts, etc.. Short or longer bursts of water in pipes. Now feeling the tiny bathroom tub or something. Something that didn't happen in months.

Now all i have to do is go and explore my environment for pollutants.

11:32 First reaction to a reaction. Amidst everything that happened here this morning and all the stuff i got to read before i got pissed off, one thing got stuck in my brain that is annoyingly related to what i wrote a few days ago. A form of suppressing information through superseding. Yeah i know the term brutărie for bakery is a linguistic accident in Romania. Pretty much like grocery in English.

(And the fact that every person who learned several languages becomes involuntarily a linguist and every person who is permanently bullied becomes a psychologist.)

11:45 Now it's all quiet. It happens when i successfully turn the attention to them.

11:54 But when i opened the back sliding door first thing i saw was this 19 year old Japanese actress posing as a 13 years wearing shorts and flashing me in a model position in her balcony and then walking in the yard like on a catwalk.

12:04 Now i hear the first exhaust of the day. Many will follow. Yeah i just listened to it. Nothing came out in the recording, frequency is too low for these mics.

12:18 I opened the door again, i felt smoke smell and saw the familiar mound on the right of my patio while i also feel dog poop smell. Her balcony is on the right.

I intentionally raised the camera to catch the balcony where she shows (on the left). Yes i've been thinking many times of taking a picture of her but i usually don't as it could get very complicated. However one day day this guy came and threatened me. "If you take a picture of my little sister i will kill you!" he said. Yes she looks like her too. Then they both died and later they both got back to life.

i don't know the exact moment when my day started to turn into something else but i feel like it's already been screwed up and it's only noon. BTW, i think i can have a drink now though my stomach, esophagus, pancreas, whatever it's hurting down there they all beg to differ and are opting out.

Also there is one week of dark weather again. It Oregon when it rains clouds get very low and it gets this dark. 

1:25 I am not trying to seduce you Nicu Ceaușesu. Is that a sued leather jacket? I had one like that just before i started college. A rare item in those days in Romania in a store in Câmpulung, like waiting for me in the day i got payed and didn't even really liked it but it seemed the only choice. Had boots to mach.

That summer i worked at the factory across the street and bought a few things. Got my first Levis jeans but when i washed them first time in the dorm in college they turned purple. I payed a one month salary for those from a guy who worked on a ship or something. Either counterfeit or someone added something in the detergent.

All Asians look the same. In this video Sir Elton looked a bit like him.

3:15 When you start becoming a minority. Yesterday at Spirit Mountain. About 20% of the people there were whites. Rest, a mixture of South Americans and Asians. All bumping into me like not seeing me (felt like i was transparent). But who knows which were which.

There was a band and a quite good old guitarist. Got to know who they were as he seemed familiar like from a recent post. Bassist seemed Japanese.

3:24 And BTW. The last time we left with a positive balance from a casino was when i last time wrote something similar before we went. Keep forgetting on writing it before i go and we keep loosing.

4:33 BTW i think i just saw her in the yard. Double of nothing.

The cycle is starting over. They came back with thunders upstairs.

5:10 So it is true. I was in the process of ordering some essence on Amazon as the time required for the recipes measures in weeks.

6:05 Angela went to the stores and i fell asleep with the door unlocked. Anybody could have entered here. Woke up with shortness of breath due to thick smoke outside.

Went to take the garbage and saw two women furthering away on foot one looking like her from behind and the other one wearing a neon green jacket...

9:20 This entry disappeared so i'm gonna write it again with original time stamp (aprox). I had a feeling those women are still in the complex as i heard a weird sound upstairs in the dining area. Went outside to look and the blinds were on and two people were talking in a balcony next to our building (other than the one in the picture). Also Angela bought some natural juice from the store to mix with water, "drink instead of soda" șhe said. I mixed some with grain alcohol and water to make liquor.