More anomalies for mother

Lots of stuff happening to my mother and her home. Here is what's strange:

1. I'd previously written about or predicted many of these problems.
   
   
2. Many incidents occur when I'm staying over at my mother's place. Or, they happen when I'm busily writing about surveillance at home. It's a backlash of sorts - strange incidents or sudden problems indirectly scare my mother. (She has finally begun to believe I may be under surveillance.)

Previously, I had mentioned that many electrical or battery-powered things go haywire - both at my place and at my mother's house. [1] During the past six months, my mother has had many odd problems. Not only are things going wrong inside her home, but odd things are also happening in the backyard, front yard, on the porch, and to her car - all in the span of four months.

For example:

• New plants have gone missing from the garden - not half-nibbled, but completely removed;
  
  
• Shoe-brush ornament on front porch gets deliberately damaged;
  
  
• Two call display devices have gone defunct;
  
  
• The kitchen fuse has blown twice;
  
  
• Three power outages;
  
  
• Lighting problems;
  
  
• TV remote control suddenly stops working; soon after, her 'TV chair' collapses and breaks;
  
  
• Dead car battery on the day she has to go for a physical - auto service person says the headlights were left on, yet she says she didn't use the headlights the day before;
  
  
• Car's locking system suddenly goes defective (more info to come).

Kicking the...er, snail

Note: This snail-shaped shoe brush is surprisingly hard and sturdy. You could bang it with a bat, and it wouldn't make a dent. Yet, somehow, it became mangled after my mother had a small dinner party in August (or July?). I believe the same family friends who attended - along with many other long-time Canadians of Chinese ancestry - are now being coerced by the government into supporting a certain large-scale political agenda. This plan is NOT exclusive to Chinese-Canadians. It's a well-disguised, multicultural, and yet fascist approach to gaining global economic power and social control. [2] [Added Mar. 26/05.]

Strange incidents often happen after my more controversial writings about surveillance, and they usually occur when I claim that things are 'very intense.'

For example, I was at my mother's place recently, and within hours, she received two wrong number calls. This was the same week I had posted about the high number of wrong number calls I get at my place. (See October 19 post, and others.)

Odd telephone call patterns constantly repeat themselves, yet explaining all the different phone scenarios would take too long.

Note: My mother doesn't normally get wrong number calls. Yet, it's happened three times in the past few months, while I was there, and I was even anticipating some wrong number calls.


Boogie on Down...and Around

With all the malfunctioning, missing, or damaged items at my mother's place, I began to wonder why her stereo hasn't been affected, since everything else has. So, of course, it had to happen: my mother's stereo miraculously started turning on by itself, while playing very specific songs.

Picture this: I walk into my mother's place, and the stereo immediately starts blaring music - it's usually one of the two songs below, yet there are three CDs in the player, and these aren't even the first songs on each disc:

'The Rose' - Bette Midler
'You're So Vain' - Carly Simon.

(Yeah, I know: sappy.)

This has happened four or five times, the moment I walked into the house, and three times, while I was sitting around. I tried to ignore it; I wasn't even going to journal about it, but this is too much!

Here's why I think the stereo has been rigged:

• Yes, my mother sometimes leaves the music on to keep the bird company. But, in the instances I'm describing, the house was completely silent when I entered it. Then, five seconds later, a particular tune would start blasting.
  
  
• Yes, it's an older stereo (1992?), but that doesn't explain the precise timing (enter stage left), or why the device seems to start from either an 'Off' position or some kind of paused state.
  
  
• If the stereo was already 'On,' and was simply between songs, then, a loud mechanical *clicking* noise would be heard before the next track starts. But that hasn't been the case.
  
  
• The stereo's never done this before. As far as I know, it doesn't have a timer feature for playing particular songs. And if it does, it's never been used before.
  
  
• Two weeks ago, the stereo started up by itself, while my mother and I were sitting in the family room. I hoped she wouldn't notice, but 'You're So Vain' kept playing repeatedly. The song would either play right through, or get cut off, and start again..and again..and again. I finally had to shut it off.
  
  
• I believe there's some relevance to these song choices - aside from the fact that I am obviously vain and self-centred - but it's too hairy to explain. This entire blog is clearly a testament to my own self-centredness.
  

Read more about my mother's little challenges here (not updated yet).

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More incidents...

I've been telling people recently that I believe my mom's car has been entered, and that my bag has been searched.

I've been carrying this bag everywhere for over three years, yet I recently left it unattended on three occasions. You'd have to know how much I guard my bag to fully appreciate the context.

In August, I accidentally left my bag in my mother's car for seven whole hours, and I cursed myself (@$%#&^&!!!) for doing this. When I finally went out to get it, I recalled that I'd also forgotten to lock the car door in my haste to get inside. (I don't have a car and am very absent-minded, so I forgot to lock up.)

When I reached the car, however, I found the doors were locked. I knew, then, my bag must've been opened, and my notes were probably recorded by video camera. As I opened the car door, a powerful menthol smell immediately filled my nostrils (probably the Tiger Balm ointment I keep in my bag, yet have never really used before).

Note: I often use my nose to smell things out, kinda instinctual-like. I have reason to believe that my surveillers know this - and everything else - about me. So, perhaps, purposely leaving behind a strong odour is kind of like a taunt: 'Gotcha!'

I can imagine what you're thinking: This person is TOTALLY CRACKED.

Yes, I've often been told I 'read too much into things.' Yet, I'm often right.

How can I convey these subtle and complicated situations? I can only prove that there's a constant barrage of anomalies, and that I'm somehow able to predict, anticipate, or read these strange occurrences or odd new trends.

That bag-and-menthol incident was in August. Next time I left my bag in the car, my mother and I were at a laundromat for about two hours. When we returned to the car, a guy was standing a little away from it. As I glanced at him, he grabbed his crotch 'fungoola' style, and repeatedly dangled and flipped his keys in the other hand, in a rather smug and exaggerated manner. He gave me such an unpleasant (sneering?) look, too. When I opened my bag later, I found the contents dishevelled, plus my good luck charm was missing. That was in October.

(Note: I've obsessively carried my backpack for three years. It had never looked so jumbled before: papers were out of their folders, etc.)

As I said, I'd been telling a few people that I believe my mother's car has been entered, and that my bag has been accessed. No one believes me, of course. Then, three weeks later, the car's locking system suddenly develops problems: it no longer 'chirps' when you lock or unlock the vehicle - now, it's totally quiet. Inside the car, a red warning light remains permanently on, even when the car is turned off. Apparently, it used to flash on only when the doors were being locked or unlocked. Could this symbolically imply something, as in: no locking, no privacy, no protection?

This new car problem began on November 4, the day my mother went for a follow-up doctor's appointment. Strangely, on September 1, the day she had to go for a complete physical, her car battery had inexplicably died. How's that for double synchronicity?

Also read August 22 post, 'The magic of cars.'

What's equally strange is that the doctor or technician suddenly called my mother up two months later to tell her she's got osteoporosis. This same person, a South Asian man, also told my mother that she had shrunk two inches and is now 4'11" (...funny how 'elevens' keep popping up everywhere).

Can doctors be co-opted? If it's a serious enough level of government surveillance, I believe so. (See 'Thoughts on Tooker Gomberg.')

I'm not saying for sure that all this is about surveillance and harassment. Things do happen - but on a weekly basis?

Even if my interpretations are way off, it's uncanny how well I'm able to predict, anticipate, or explain each new anomaly that happens to myself and many others.

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[1] Please see 'Raising the alarms' (December 22, 2004) and 'Now you hear it, now you don't' (July 28, 2004).

[2] Please see 'Blowing a Tsunami' (January 15, 2005).