Being a TI has its kickers. Here are some techniques I’ve encountered:
–Brighting. Yeah, that happened maybe once in which a motorist would be following up with high beam turned up brightly at night.
–Crowding/Mobbing. That happens a lot in the lobby of our local parish. These traditional Asians like to cut in front of us. But I close the gap and use my big bag to barricade them off from getting in my way. Three days ago (8/6/2011) while shopping at CVS, one VERY short, middle-aged Asian woman tried to scoot behind me the second time but I backed into her intentionally to smash her into the display stand.
–Directed Conversations . As mentioned in my old blog entry, I would enter data via my weblog. Then Maw would repeat similar if not the same damning information the following day. That’s how advanced technologically these entities have been able to establish themselves among humanoids.
–Electronic Harassment. Usually, I stay up late reading articles and mostly EMPTY emails, participating in OPEN forum discussion boards and on my comments, and digesting large dinners and listening to Maw’s sleeping distress. As a result, my mind gets tired, a form of sleep deprivation. When I lay in bed, ready to drift off to sleep, I would hear conversations inside my head, which is really an advanced technology called: “Voice to Skull”.
–Gaslighting. Maw and I tease Paw once in a while by re-arranging things on his desk or other items located in the house to test if he is paying attention to his immediate surroundings. But he doesn’t say a word. No wonder he keeps checking things constantly as if to reassure himself that he is NOT seeing things. So next time you feel like you’ve lost your marbles, it might be a family member playing tricks on you.
–Gassing/Poisoning. Oh! You mean “chemtrails” and artery-clogging food?
–Illegal Entry. We have those old black-colored, iron bars that keeps us nice and safe. Then again, I feel like a bird in a cage. It’s better than those electronic security systems.
–Surveillance. Yesterday at around 11:09pm, a copter started coming from a distance. I quickly hooked up to Shrimpsei’s OtterBox and heard it buzzed off as it nearly went overhead.
–Intimate Infiltration. The girl has infiltrated the boy’s mind and she continues to disregard the family’s wishes against the boy, who has nowhere to go but play her hen-pecked husband. She plays dumb and goes along with the boy. She has fought with the boy while they were dating and is continuing to be combative. She is a “manager” in a credit union: go get her.
–Isolation. I have reported my monkey business and now I’m all alone. But the documentations are floating around somewhere on the internet, of course. And only a BIG company would know. Hehehe.
–Mail and Email tampering. When trying to send something to someone, my email confirmation has been mysteriously delayed. The BIG company that I usually transact with is VERY good about sending my email confirmations via yet another BIG email provider. After upgrading both accounts, everything seems “faster” and more “reliable”. However, I continue to receive spam for jobs, male enhancements, IRS, FedEx, business opportunities, etc.
–Mimicking. Yeah, we got divorced nutter living next door to us. She mimics our movements. My weblog is technically a report of weird activities, along with the mundane that no one cares to notice in their lives.
–Profiling. It’s the same as “trolling”. Get it? You know who you are. Now buzz off, now! Brouhaha!
–Random Encounters. Yes. We have fellow parishioners who seem to engage us in harmless conversations. They would sit near us or behind us. Most of them are Asians — Chinese, Vietnamese and Filipinos. Of course, the Communist regimes have migrated from these nearby countries and you guess it, right here in my neighborhood.
–Ruined Relationships. Again, the girl has fed something to the boy, who continues to manipulate our family unity. Then again my other curiosity is a woman by the name of Deborah. As for my life, I’m already ruined by TPTB and pals. Hehehe.
–Sensitization. Coughing and sneezing in and around my air space is one example. Other examples are being convinced by TPTB and pals that giving away my hard-earned money is for investment and charity. Again, I am trying to start anew this month. Also, my debt settlement company is taking one month to return the remaining balance: go get them!!!
–Signals/Symbols. Some unusual signals that they would use upon my arrival is adjusting the baseball cap with both hands or just one hand on the face shield and following/sitting close by/behind me/us.
–Slander. Please spy on my stupid relatives via Facebook.com. They live mostly in and around the East Bay and up in the Vallejo and San Ramon, CA area. Bunch of twits have been accusing us for not attending their parties and claiming we have nothing do with them.
–Strange Encounters or Street Theatre. While shopping for grocery one early morning at Seafood City, a Chinese woman came from the parking lot to the right and cut in front of us without a blink. She did that again but in front of Maw. We talked loudly enough for her to hear: “She must be one of those traditional robots without emotions.” She turned her head slightly to the right as if to hear what else we would say.
–Telephone Redirects. Oh! You mean “wire-tapping”! That has happened and continues to this day. Bunch of morons.
–Theft. We lost two large bamboo shrubs growing inside large, red-colored, plastic containers, which was also taken! They were just outside the side fence and we saw them growing in front of someone else’s front yard on the corner of Graves. The thieves no longer live in the newly painted house of brown.
–Tracking. Without fail, people would enter their vehicles upon my/our arrival or they would attempt to enter traffic rather quickly. Sometimes they would race with me, not that they are being “Fast and Furious”.
–Vandalism. Of course, we got our sidewalk, which really belongs to the city, hence the TAXPAYERS, vandalized with some nice graffiti in black spray paint. Of course, we left it untouched to show these mentally/spiritually challenged fools that their ugly art doesn’t bother us until the city took care of the mess. I saw a HISPANIC-looking kid with light skin and with a military hair cut for his black hair walk by my neighborhood a couple of times. I was doing the flowers growing in our side street property earlier this year.
–Wrong Number Calls. Interestingly enough, our main phone number is unlisted. So any attempt to try calling a VERY old number is slim since we were HERE first!!! Also, the numbers are supposed to be registered via the DoNotCall.gov website. However, we do get calls for surveys (Gallup and political) and numbers we recognize from family and friend — thanks to the Caller ID feature to the telephone service.
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