Shawn Robert Parker

In January-June 1997 i worked at Epson Portland Incorporated assembling printers. I remembered one night on the line we did 521 printers in a 25 people team, an Epson world record. I remember the name of the supervisor, a Mexican guy. Her wife was a QA auditor and many times she was spending minutes next to me trying to figure out how i do it without making one mistake. I was at the station 4 i guess and i put 9 parts on the printer, including gears and 4 screws with an electric screwdriver. In June one day i became sick. I went home and started not to be able to sleep, eat or drink. At night i was driving my car around on the streets. I went several times to different ER rooms. After about a week or so i went to the Beaverton Police, told them some of the story. They called an ambulance that took me first to the Tuality Medical Center in Hilsboro, then to Emanuel in down town Portland and they called a cab and sent me to Pacific Gateway Hospital in Sellwood, the one who lost its license and closed after Police shot an out of control Mexican inside. It was a mental facility that treated both mental and drug related conditions. I never used drugs in my entire life. Here is my picture after being released from there

In front of what used to be Pacific Gateway Hospital,
Sellwood, OR, July 1997
(Prozac Head, can still click me!)

One of the symptoms was chocking. I only wish i knew back then where that was coming from. It was a simple nose congestion due to some allergies and was preventing me from sleeping. The other symptom was severe stomach pain. It lasted from 96 to 06. No doctor ever explained to me why but now i suspect i might be related to spine alignment because it went away after going to the chiropractor. But the pain was real and was alleviated by antacids or acid blockers that i took for many years constantly increasing the dosage.

Many weird things happened in the hospital maybe one day i will tell the stories. But let's concentrate now on something else. A couple of weeks after coming from the hospital one day i was walking on Hall Blvd and talking to my wife and thinking about going to a Romanian church. But then i changed my mind, crossed the street and went into BNC (Beaverton Church of the Nazarene). A church in the shape of an UFO.

I was well received in there. Like they were expecting me. They prayed for me laying hands on each other's shoulder.  I met pastor Dennis Swift and others.

Beaverton Church of the Nazarene

The next day a guy shows up at our door. He asked us, me and my wife if we wanted to go for a ride in a boat. I looked over his shoulder and there was a big boat in the parking lot hooked to an old green Ford SUV. He insisted a lot and then i said yes. In the car they were his three daughters. I remember only the name of the younger one, Trinity.

Shawn Robert Parker with "his girls", near Cannon Beach, OR,
summer 1997

He took us on the Willamette river that day. Accompanied by my usual stomach pain and thirsty all the time, i didn't drink anything in the morning and Shawn only had a few cans of soda i couldn't drink because of my stomach pain. Still on Prozac. I think we started in St.John area and went all the way to Willamette Falls and back. We stopped on a channel near an island. I think we ended the day back at the Nazarene church.

I had this 83 Fairmont sitting in the parking lot for almost a year. He came one day with a 20 dollar bill and asked mE to sell it to him. The manager at the apartment already told me several times to get rid of that car so i sold it to him.

My ex 83 Ford Fairmont, at Sussex Village Apts, Beaverton, Oregon, 1997

In April 98 i was working at Quadramed. I was teaching my wife how to drive. She took the computer test and had a permit. I think i spent hundreds of hours on the right seat on Nimbus St. in Beaverton teaching her. I remember at first she was terrified by the cars that were coming on the other side of the road from the opposite direction. But in spring 98 she was driving OK and she drove all the way from Portland to Tillamook, some 70 miles. Then from Tillamook to the beach near Tillamook bay there is a narrow winding road and i kinda pushed her because i was impatient to get there but she was tired and driving under speed limit and in a sharp left curve she went with the right wheels on the gravel near the road. I think we were in legal speed limit. Quickly and gently i grabed the wheel with my left hand and corrected in time. But she reacted too after, and over corrected. Unbelievable, we went to the... left, inside the curve, we missed the bay, the huge truck parked on the right on the gravel, the incoming car from the opposite direction, made an 180 degree turn and rolled in slow motion in a ditch full of ... mud, that was soft. It is very hard to describe in words the trajectory of the car.

It took me about a minute to figure out which way was up, untigthen her seat belt and roll the driver's door down cause mine was in mud and with the broken window while she was kicking me in the head with her legs. Finally she made it outside and i followed. The only thing that happened to us was me having some scratches on my right arm from the broken passenger window.

The guy with the truck parked outside the curve, kinda illegal i think, on the right, that was kinda like waiting for us in there, with the cell in his hand. Minutes later five cop cars showed but no ambulance. But we didn't need one either. One of the cops cited my wife for careless driving with 180 dollars. Then they called a towing truck and they put our car back on the wheels and i started the engine and it was working.

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Then guess what? Shawn Parker with the girls unexpectedly showed up in a green van with windows also old i haven't seen before or after coming from the beach. He insisted we went with him back to Portland, but i was too attached to that 89 Escort GT to leave it there with the towing guys and i drove with no problems all the way to Portland. (I was also paranoid about that being a recognition of my part we've been somewhat hurt in the accident which we weren't. 04/26/2014).

Did i mentioned the prayers at BNC that morning for each of our country? Dennis repeatedly asked and we both went to the altar, me accompanied by Ron Boger and my wife by his wife. Than we had lunch at Old Country Buffet in Beaverton and i also saw a bunch of people from the church in there. Then we decided to go to the Ocean. Those days we didn't need much to take that decision because we were still young and full of energy.

This post needs to be extended. I will dig into my records to put in more data and pictures.

Matter Over Mind

@11 AM Tuesday 8-21.



Woke up quite refresehd after 11 hours of sleep, with a breakfast break @7AM. Lately, i was only sleeping 4-6 hours and my wife even fewer. And she works. Some stomach pain but actually with some energy to face the day. I briefly heard the Tuesday blowers but i fell back asleep. Started the computer, read some of the news then started thinking. Then a few car alarms and slammed doors remembered me where i was.

For a long time i suspected this. They can read your brain waves. I even was admitted to the psychiatric ward a few times for saying this in public. I was declared officially crazy by all my "friends". But now it became harder to deny it. If there are toys that can do it, for how much more somebody could do it from the next door?

There was this guy George Hârşovescu now in Seattle, ex-pilot on Romanian airlines, who also told me 17 years ago that they have visualizing devices that can look through walls. I even heard on the local news once that some firefigters here in Portland got one of those stolen. And i also remember since 17 years ago that Ioan Mladin told me that "they" put everething on the computer, including the color of your crap every day and how many times a fly was sitting on a certain wall. It's been 17 years since. Techonolgy has evolved. Not human mind though. They rely more and more on this, now including software that talks to you on the phone when you think you talk to your mother and supercomputers that store and filter your all your internet. And Dan Costan who told me back then too that i was thinking too fast and they had to slow me down so he took me to the temp agency who sent me at Electronic Specialty. (After adding this more slammed doors and sinister stomping on the stairs).

They can use real time feedback in the form of synchronized noise. Slammed door, cars, planes, name it. (actually i was editing this paragraph hours after i wrote it and there was no noise in here for hours and i just heard a slammed door. My neighbor sometimes can be so quite i don't know he/she is at home).

Now imagine somebody reads in real time you EEG and makes a repeated noise in certain points of the curve where the brains cycles. It will definetely alter your thinking process, decision making, resolve, change your breath rhytm, pulse, blood pressure, and by this making your kidney to eliminate electrolytes, etc. Make you live the house in a hurry for no apparent reason. This being the simple case scenario.

Now i almost hyperventilate and my day is ruined.

But what if they can decipher the EEG in real time and know approximately what you're thinking off? I don't think it's hard, there must be certain patterns associated with certain activities and thoughts. When you want to eat. When you wanna to go outside. When you wanna go to sleep or see a sexy woman in an ad. When you see a politician's face on the computer' monitor. They can interrupt some thoughts and let others free.

Sometimes i think even further, forget about supercomputers, what if there was an app for this?

Thanks to the pioneering work that's been done so far, i think we are not so far from the moment when a vibrating iPhone in our pocket will let us know that the person we're talking to is lying. Vibration on a higher frequency would mean is attracted to us. Etc. That would simplify the hell out of our communication experiences. Words would be "very unnecessary". A OK there is one. Still looking for a completely remote one without sensors attached.



Have to confess, what triggered this post is the news below. It's still big today. Just heard on the radio. I remember i was driving many years ago through Hilsboro and saw a sign and maybe people protesting about. But i never knew they have 4800 monkeys in Hilsboro, for tests! 4800? And i assume it's not only for shampoos and allergy medications. Macaque monkeys. The name Hauser comes to mind. By the way, one day i'd like to go and see how those monkey live in there. Maybe i will in the video below. Maybe i should watch it after i click update.

Mysteries of the Attic II

@11 PM Monday 8-20. All "weekend" i've been very tired. The apartment was slowly filling with some sort of smoke, kinda like cigarettes but not only. Sunday around midnight i tried to start my Holmes True Hepa filter with three 20 dollars each sub-micronic fiberglass filters (two of them are 2 month old and i vacuum them weekly) and multiple carbon prefilters. It was smelling like burnt oil.

So i went into the attic to see what's going on. Two of the one way valves where stuck open, the one at my bathroom exhaust and the one for the attic. (I installed four 4 inch valves under one of the 6 inch vents, those designed for laundry driers, one for each exhaust and one for the attic). In top of those just under the vent there is a computer fan. The fan was stopped since the last few days i saw the attic valve open and i thought because of the heat there is too much thermal flow already. But the valve was stuck open. So the bad smell from the attic and the smoke from my neighbor was back flowing in the bathroom. (The valve at the other end of the pipe above the bathroom shown above was bent as well.) But i noticed there was a lot of dust inside the pipe near the valve. I quickly fixed those and suddenly the air in the apartment was much clearer and i started feeling better too.

So i came back inside and i opened the filter fan and i saw one of the bearings overheated and all the oil burned out and spread inside the housing. I oiled those 1 cm inner diameter bearings with motor oil and cleaned the housing. Like i did last year. They got some rings with cotton inside where you put the oil. The bronze bearings were tight, no sign of wearing. I started the filter, at 2 AM i went to bed.

AT 6:30 my wife went to work and i woke up and started thinking of what i saw last night in the attic. I went back in there with a dust mask and looked inside that pipe. It had a huge amount of dust with oil in it. And it was smelling like burnt oil. Probably because i oiled the tiny motor of the fan in the bathroom because it was too noisy. Those bearings have a inner diameter of about 5 mm and i never saw them wearing out. So i took the whole thing apart, whased the 3 meter 3 inch flexible pipes with laundry detergent in the ... bathtub eliminated an extra piece of 2 meters of pipe (it was way too long), inside, with a brush tied to a stick, and put it back together in about 3 hours. I was completely exhausted with no power left to breath. I couldn't read on the computer monitor. I was thinking about going to the hospital but in the end i fell asleep for a little bit.

I've been thinking, when planes go around at 70 mph with the flaps down and the engine revved up as they are so much doing these days they can vibrate those pipes and valves and make all that dust to back-flow in the bathroom. But the fan under the vent sucks everything out of the pipes and creates a negative pressure in them. But the fan was stopped in the last few days.

I just remembered those Harleys @midnight last night at the appartment complex across the street thundering for minutes, it seemed like they would never stopped their engines after they arrived.

(Or the dust blowers in the parking lot going for hours on Tuesday and blowing asphalt dust in the attic too.)

When i moved here that flexible pipe from the bathroom exhaust was laying on the attic floor where is the intake for the attic, opening above the kitchen window and i moved it near the others near the 6 inch vent in the top of the roof. (There is a 3 inch chimney too for it going through the roof but ... only outside! Nothing inside, just the plywood.)

The @20 year old dishwasher just stoped. And it smells like burnt oil too. I think i should oil those pump motor bearings but i'm gonna look for some bearing oil with pressure additives and no detergent or maybe i should try white mineral oil, from what i just read on the internet, motor oil is not good for electric motor hydro-static bearings.

There is no way metal came out of those axles inside those fan motors. It is possible from the dishwasher or the microwave/exhaust in the kitchen, but from what i remember when i washed that turbine from the microwave there was no play at the axle when i re-installed it. At the Holmes filter most of the load from the turbine is axial and there is a tiny teflon washer that takes that load and it's still there.

But there is a huge number of planes flying above usually under legal altitude limits. There was one that passed in just a few seconds at 1 PDT today, at low speed and probably just above the roof. The cars at @5 PM are in the hundreds per hour although it is not justified by the number of houses or size of the street.

The skin on my face, hands, legs, seems very tight. I noticed that every time i come in contact all day with these bad smells.

By the way my wife just tried to open the balcony door and there is still a barbecue going on (it was before i started writing this). And every time when i go in the balcony a car comes on the alley from nowhere and a small plane flies above!

Talking about vacuum, one day the flexible hose was too dirty inside and washed it in the tub. (I cover one end and extend it in the tub filled with a few inches with water until no dirty water comes out of it.) Then i didn't want to wait until it completely dried and used it like that. And then i saw the dust was sticking inside. Two of the filters and the collector are washable anyways and then i started vacuuming the apartment with the "wet method", cleaning the hose in the tub every few minutes or so. There is no dust coming out of it and all the dirt gathers in the tub and i just flush it! Then i removed all filters but one and still no dust is coming out of it, but the cleaning power is about three times bigger! It really sucks the s... out of the carpets.

C I S V

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: "George Ion" <geion@verizon.net>
To: < international@cisv.org>
Cc:
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2008 22:20:17 -0700
Subject: Question
Gheorghe Ion
6810 SW Hall Blvd #16
Beaverton, OR, 97008
geion@verizon.net
503-367-3377

Hello

In 1972 when i was twelve I've been in a CISV camp in Kisdorf, near Hamburg, Germany, sent by the communist regime in Romania.

The exact location is Ulmenhof in Kisdorf, as shown below. It's probably a school now.

http://www.panoramio.com/photo/4659551

Seeing that picture triggered lots of memories.

I never quite understood why me, because there were many other eligibile (children of the communist elite), like the other three kids in the Romanian delegation. I never quite understood why an organization like yours would invite children from the communist countries, since the only ones that would benefit would be the children of the above elite, with few exceptions.

Not speaking any international language, except for a few french words made it tough for us, almost traumatizing. We weren't able to communicate with the other kids. I remember quite vividly Klauss, the director of the camp asking me severeal times in French: "Pourquoi tu es toujour si seul ?". That made me feel somewhat guilty.

I also have nice memories from there, like driving a car for the first time in my life (a Renault 4 owned or rented by Olaf from Sweden) and being saved from drowning in an Olympic size swimming pool. (I was a poor swimmer at that time.)

Also dancing for the first time in the dark in a "discoteque" with the chef's daughter, Suzanna (I don't know the exact spelling) organized by a couple of local german guys that were hanging around. I think one of them was the son of a prominent local CISV member.

I remember once Klauss filmed me with a nice camera with zoom I also played with and during projection, the film jammed and I saw my image catching fire on the screen.

I am asking your help in consolidating the memories of those days with the complete list of the sites visited and a list of the staff present in the camp with their qualifications.

As I said I didn't speak any English at the time. But from singing the camp's song every morning, i memorized the words and reconstructed the lyrics later on. Please confirm that this was the camp's song lyrics.

"Here in this village you may see
Children living happily
Swedes, Finns, Turks, Romanians
British, Germans, Canadians
Philippines, Italians too
We have many things to do
How am i alike to you"

Especially the last line doesn't sound quite right.

Many appreciations for your work,

Gheorghe Ion



---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: "George Ion" <geion@verizon.net>
To: <secretary.hh@de.cisv.org>
Cc:
Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2008 06:36:38 -0700
Subject: Fw: Fwd: Question
Hello

I wasn't lucky contacting the global site. Please read the following thread and help me if you can.

George Ion



----- Original Message -----
From: Bertil Hron
To: geion@verizon.net
Sent: Tuesday, October 07, 2008 5:07 AM
Subject: Re: Fwd: Question

Dear Gheorghe,

Thank you very much for your e-mail. It is good to hear that, after so many years, you are still thinking of your CISV experience.

First of all, as regards names and addresses we are not able to give out personal details about participants. However, we recommend that your register on the CISV Friends website ( http://friends.cisv.org) and claim participation in your Village (V-1972-006), and in doing so, possibly make contact with other people who participated in your programme.

By registering on the CISV Friends website you will also receive regular links to CISV publications such as CISV News and the CISV Annual Review.

Secondly, I am afraid we do not have the specific information you are requesting as related to excursion destinations.

Thirdly, as for the lyrics you provided, these appear to have been specific to your programme. Sometimes in the different programmes the lyrics of the CISV song and other songs are adapted by the participants to fit their programme or as part of a performance for a public occasions such as Open Day.

The official lyrics of the CISV Song are these:

The CISV Song (Kathleen Milne/Bjarne Kirk)

Here in this village you may see
Children living happily
Different race and different land
Here we come to understand
One another’s point of view
Learning through the things we do
How alike am I to you

Here we live and eat and sleep
Talk and laugh and sometimes weep
Here we share our hopes and fears
Build a bridge across the years
Sow a seed and plant a tree
Beneath whose branches there may be
All the nations gathered free

That our children so may grow
In a world we did not know
Sharing all they have to give
Learning how to love and live
In our hands the future lies
Seize the moment ‘ere it flies
Stamp the present with an act
Dare to make our dream a fact

Cheers,
Bebbe

Tuesday, 7 October 2008

03/31/1972 Don't know if i wrote above about holding hands while singing the version of the song written first above. Stumbled across a picture today. At the end of the song we were turning around while still holding hands forming a circle eacg facing outside and only then we were breaking with hands throwing them towards ground.

7 Seconds

I use to listen to coasttocoastam on 1190 KEX for maybe ten years now and the proof is the link in the right bottom side of my blog. They have EVERYTHING in there in beautiful plain English especially when listeners call and share their thoughts. Some normal, some less then, they help me fall asleep at night many times. Then i bought the cheap small nice 4 GB ipod imitation from Coby which has an FM radio built in and started listening the same broadcast on 102.3 FM. And some nights is in sync with 1190 but others is 7 seconds BEFORE as 1190 was on a delay. Anybody could explain me why this is happening since 1190 and 102.3 share the same owner? For that i remembered this song it doesn't have much to do with the story, just the tittle. It still sounds in my ears, and the base from those almost 2 inches thick fiberboard walls with "real, Russian made" 80 watts base speakers "quiet" loudspeakers i assembled and partially made myself at home in Bacău, where i got bored because nothing was happening.

I know digital television is on a 3-5 seconds delay from when i had my old analog TV side by side with the new one because of the buffering and stuff. By the way, i just remembered, my Sony BRAVIA 40S4100 flat screen needs about 16 seconds to start, about as long as my Fedora powered PC to boot up. A few days after i bought it i went to all the stores around and all of the TVs of all brands were starting in a few seconds. Exactly after 3 month that was the return time at Sears it started flickering and after a few months i finally opened it up and found a connector that was sitting under a small hole in the back cover was partially unplugged, and found out i didn't need to open it, i could have just pushed it back through the hole. But after opening it i saw many of the transistors of the power supply where missing some or all of the cooling grease and i took them off and put some i bought at Radio Shack.

Bette Davis Eyes

Câmpulung, late June or early July 1978. The day when i found out but not for sure i was admitted to college. The next early morning my father drove with me to Iaşi. Before dawn exhaust pipe broke somewhere in a village and had to fix it with a piece of sheet metal and some wire he had in the trunk. I was on the list above the red line.

In that night full of uncertainty and nervousness a bunch of ex grade school class mates (we went do different high schools) listened music and talked. There was a book with actors and i remembered Bette Davis eyes from the movie Jezebel and browsed that book until i found her picture.

A couple of years later in all the discotheques they were playing this song. All the words where there. Pro blush, precocious, unease you, please you.

"The song was written in 1974 by Donna Weiss and Jackie DeShannon. DeShannon recorded the song that same year on her album New Arrangement. But it was not until 1981, when Kim Carnes recorded her version of the song, that it became a commercial success."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bette_Davis_Eyes

Anybody could tell me what year the movie Jezebel was played in Romania?

Synchronization In The Human Cardiorespiratory System

Synchronization In The Human Cardiorespiratory System

Carsten Schafer,1,* Michael G. Rosenblum,1,† Hans-Henning Abel,2 and Jurgen Kurths1

Department of Physics, Potsdam University, Am Neuen Palais 10, Postfach 601553, D-14415 Potsdam, Germany

Department of Cardioanesthesiology, Stadtisches Klinikum Braunschweig, Braunschweig, Germany

Received 17 December 1998

We investigate synchronization between cardiovascular and respiratory systems in healthy humans under free-running conditions. For this aim we analyze nonstationary irregular bivariate data, namely, electrocardio-grams and measurements of respiratory flow. We briefly discuss a statistical approach to synchronization in noisy and chaotic systems and illustrate it with numerical examples; effects of phase and frequency locking are considered. Next, we present and discuss methods suitable for the detection of hidden synchronous epochs from such data. The analysis of the experimental records reveals synchronous regimes of different orders n:m and transitions between them; the physiological significance of this finding is discussed. S1063-651X 99 12407-3

PACS number s : 87.19.Hh, 87.17.Aa, 05.45. a

https://docs.google.com/open?id=0B-ShIhkErMIPSDJvOXVhU19EVkU

Surpassing The Limits of Offense

When i first came to US i got paranoid about an expression. Take care. It is an affectionate, familial form of letting someone know you care for them, used mostly in temporary, daily separation salutes. But to me, in the hurry (of translating) given by the multitude of initial traumas and stress due to the move, it sounded like a threat. (Now i know it was all "simulated, anticipated and under control").

Similar to what i felt yesterday when i saw on a "Oregon Cultural" vanity plate. B CARFULL. It shouldn't have affected me if even if i know it was not by accident that guy psychologically cornered me on the street.

But i see nowadays people getting and acting like being offended, by things that i say in the supposed intimacy of my living place.

Isn't this kinda of passing a new limit of hysteria, to get offended by overhearing and showing it, waiting for more reactions, in an endless "controlled" echo-logical, self-sustained loop (not to say by eavesdroping, because i might fall in a different keyword category)? Kinda like in organized stalking?

I was thinking adding the word mindless to the above phrase but i feel like it's already getting too complicated. But i think i learned a lot about what consequential behaviour is, which is probably a cousin of casual behaviour and the significance of the stage name of a Black Eyes Peas member, Will.I.Am.

And then something else came to my mind. A song i heard so many times while holding for Sony Customer Service Reps. in Laredo, Texas.


And then i realized, that's why so many people have GPS today, in their cars, on their smart-phones, cameras, everywhere.

Keep Portland Weird

https://www.google.com/search?q=keep+portland+weird&source=lnms&tbm=isch&gws_rd=ssl

"Wyrd is a concept in Anglo-Saxon culture roughly corresponding to fate or personal destiny. The word is ancestral to Modern English weird, which retains its original meaning only dialectically."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wyrd

Ethics in Germanic Neopaganism are guided by a concept of personal ørlög or wyrd, encompassing the notions of both fate and luck. The belief in Wyrd — a concept of fatalism or determinism,[12] similar to some Graeco-Roman concepts of destiny is a commonly held belief amongst most Germanic Neopagans.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germanic_neopaganism

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/17/Amulet_Thor%27s_hammer_%28copy_of_find_from_Sk%C3%A5ne%29_2010-07-10.jpg

Clear Channel, San Antonio, Texas

Very few know that the most important radio stations in Portland, Oregon are owned by a single entity, based in San Antonio, Texas. I didn't do any research to see how customary is this in the US but to me is odd. Anyways, that wouldn't be any problem to me if the themes of the songs would not be synchronized among stations and with some people activity and even thoughts, in real time. The playlists of the past are there to prove it.

Organized Stalking

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=organized%20stalking

"Groups that participate are organized vigilante, cult style right-wing hate groups. Unfortunately, to make matters worse these groups are protected by police officers who are actually members of right wing extremist groups. Of course not all police officers participate, but rather than expose one of their own officers who are members or know these groups personally, they will remain silent. The officers who do participate will go as far as making a victim appear insane or mentally ill to shut them up, and destroy that persons credibility so no one will be able to defend themselves. They do this by using the power of law enforcement, and taking a person against their will, to a hospital that will give them a psychiatric exam. Corrupt psychiatrist also lie, and cover up the crime as well. Now that they are powerless, none will listen. Further destroying the targeted individuals reputation."

http://www.antigangstalkingnetwork.20fr.com/index.html 

What authority in its right mind would accept those exists, anyway.

But what is described above is children's play.

Here are a couple of examples of what's happening to me on daily basis. There are rare moments when i don't hear above or see a plane from the windows, most of the time with the engine revved up and flaps down all the way, making the most possible noise at the lowest speed. One can use the site http://webtrak.bksv.com/pdx to see what's happening at any moment in the past except for the last two hours during day time above the Eagle Crest dr at the western border between Lake Oswego and Portland, Oregon. The speed for a craft is not displayed, but from the map scale and the timer you can easily figure the speed, which sometime gets down to 70-80 mph, above highly populated areas.

I'm going to describe below the flight of too helicopters i saw (and heard!) today. And i will try to continue to keep track on any violation on this blog.

One in the parking lot an WinCo Foods, Tigard, Oregon, and the other above the parking lot where i live, Lake Oswego, Oregon, the last one barely above the trees. WinCo is at about 300 ft above sea level and where i live i am at about 700 feet and the helicopters were at about 1100 something in both cases according to the webtrack site that unfortunately does not have the elevation of the terrain into the database like Google Earth. I didn't want to use the camera to give them the opportunity to say that i might use the flash bla bla. "Over congested areas, which could mean a city or a populous open-air event such as a football game, the FAA requires a minimum safe altitude of 1,000 feet above the highest obstacle within 2,000 horizontal feet of the aircraft" http://www.ehow.com/info_8385816_minimum-safe-altitudes-flying.html . "Because helicopters have the capability to hover, the FAA grants them a considerable exception to minimum safe altitude rules. Helicopters may operate below the minimums provided they are not endangering persons or property on the ground and as long as they are in accordance with any specific routes or altitudes prescribed by the FAA in particular areas, such as controlled airspace over cities or around airports." But the last helicopter almost touched the trees and the cell phone tower on the top of the hill about 300 feet W from where i live and that is at about 1000 ft.  And the one at WinCo honestly seemed at about 300 ft above the store, and would not the first time when webtrack is mistaking. Click on the pictures to see them enlarged.

There was a construction job going on across the street for about two weeks. Actually i can hear a hammer right now.

The garbage company does not take care of the dumpster that is 30 feet from my window. I cleaned it last week and put some dolomite mineral at the bottom for disinfection and in a few hours it 25% of it was filled with open, spilled bags of garbage already fermented probably coming from somewhere else. I wrote in an email about it and yesterday i saw it was filled with nicely closed white bags all the way to the top so no one could see what happened. Every morning when i have a meal ready to eat for me when i'm alone or with my wife, at any hour, the truck of the garbage company comes, hits the bumper speed in front of the window, shakes the house and then empty the dumpster 30 feet away. No matter how little dust is on the walls, some falls into the food.

The people at the apartments across the street cut a couple of big trees, two to three weeks ago milled them and the left the mulch in two big piles about 5 ft tall next to the side-walk. After 3 weeks, they stink like yeast, so is everything inside the apartment.

And sometimes at night some people are burning garbage or probably even drugs in stoves, or in cars in the neighbourhood. Some times my cars smell strangely after i drive them, i suspect somebody puts things on the exhaust so when it gets hot start smelling to say i am doing it so they have a "reason" to retaliate. The Police once told me that in the building some people have medical marijuana permits and that's the reason of the strange smell that gets into my apartment. The apartment is filled with cigarette smoke from the ground level neighbor anyway most of the time. One night when the place was filled with smoke i went outside and saw a garage with an opened door. When i looked inside, there was a round heater glowing red and a small pile of some substance smoking on the concrete floor. That's where the smoke was coming.

There is always a larger than normal number of cars on the street or patrolling in the parking lot. Delivery or various service trucks that get "lost" or "looking for an address".

But for all this to happen, they probably need feedback. Accelerometers from computer hard drives or mice can make good sensors. They can even be used to input very limited but decisive information in you computer instructing it to start a certain program giving them "more reasons to retaliate". If they have access to an apartment for invented reasons, they can install software on the computers that can do or track various things including sounds, vitals signs or EM fields. Environmental EM frequencies can be used to activate any microphone in any device, especially when turned off. A simple wire hanging loose can become a microphone activated by environmental residual EM frequencies. Cell phones can be easily hacked. Etc. Some of these things probably happen at different levels in their organizations and probably the lower levels don't know some of them.

Acting on Wrong Assumptions

"What a tangled web we weave"

Implying or creating time synchronized information that is not related to but makes it statistically reasonable for someone to believe something that is not real, isn't similar to tempting?

Knowingly creating situations that are statistically more likely to cause someone to fail in their actions, or damage to their health isn't similar to persecuting?

Creating or bringing in the spotlight events or information similar but unrelated with other events with the purpose of creating confusion,  hesitations, misinterpretations, lowering resolve or forgetting, isn't that misleading?

Creating a string of events that verify each other and storing all the information created with the purpose of justifying one of them, usually the most important, in case it succeeds, can't event think of a definition here.

Breaking daily and hourly numerous other laws in the process of committing all of the above.

How many times these misdoings are multiplied over the years and if they are many people involved and everything is coordinated so the above mentioned informations and situations are integrated into the larger picture of an entire fake reality with the purpose of verifying each other down to a certain level?

What kind of society is the one that allows all this happen within its structure of authorities?

Niko Niko Rice And Zoi Yogurt

Fake Memories And Emotional Vampires

For years i've been listening to Coast to Coast AM. One of their favorite subjects is the emotional vampires. No, they are not talking about vampires that became emotional. Unfortunately. No, they are talking about real people that feed on other's emotions.

On a certain degree we all are cause we're suckers for soaps, aren't we? Devouring every scene like if it was from our lives or even worse.

Since the news about mind reading is out of the box for years and some people are doing it for even longer, it is normal that people already have learned by now how to create fake memories.

You put the subject into a situation that he will remember for years that is very similar to what you need to hear from him (i mean from the mind reading device he is connected too).

Assuming that mind reading, especially clandestine one, is not "perfectly accurate".

Now some of those memories could have been created even before those devices existed, but they could have been acurately predicted by Moore's law and a few other laws that we suspect exist but we just don't know.

Others can be created on the fly, in real time, according to what the subject thinks, does, the current events, etc, in online "personalized" news, using some not necessarily extremely sophisticated computers. It could be on the subject's own Linux powered computer, by example.

Some of the first credible affirmations about mind reading were made by Tesla, about one hundred years ago. Nikola Tesla, the forgotten scientist, the one they drove mad with a little magic, the guy who invented AC, AC motors, radio (no, not Marconi, United States Patent and Trademark Office reverted that after Tesla's death), and had at some time more than 700 patents registered with the above mentioned authority.

You can make it even better, by applying some interaction with audience, a few professional actors and an army of figurants. If the subject becomes too savvy, you can apply "punishments" for what he's done or doing until he gives up, apply some extreme physiology, brainwash a little, and you have a real life soap that makes the Truman Show movie looks ridiculous. Never mind some could call it torture, we're talking about vampires here, right?



Are you one of those?