A Huge Gangstalk Monday

1840h
Finally, I am allowed access to my blog on the internet, after being shut out for the afternoon. I have mentioned in past blogs that Mondays, especially following a Sunday night stay at my parents, the assholes that cast me into this hell, are unusually heavily gangstalked. And today was no exception.

My mother nattered on and on at breakfast, and delayed my day's start, while keeping my used dishes in front of me, and eventually around 1015h I was able to free myself and complete my shower and shave. And she "needed me" to help her with the new boxspring and matress, as she had to put a boxspring skirt in between them. This afforded more close-in activity, and where I was supplying the exertion to raise the matress for her to work over top of the box spring. And while I was in the shower, a bright mid blue pair of socks arrived on the dresser that I use to place my belongings in the bedroom I use there, my old one. All this was the setup as I saw it.

And as she needed a quote on the minor damage to the tailgate of her vehicle, and that I knew of a local place that did a good job on my Volvo four years earlier, why, I could drive her there for the quote and then afterward, onto my residence location to drop myself off.

With us both in her vehicle, and me driving, the hordes were all over the roads, including a tractor trailer unit to turn the intersection corner where I was travelling straight through, this is a residential neighborhood. There were strings of 10 or 20 vehicles, all with headlights on, in close formation, and color and vehicle type coordinated. There were a spate of grey range vehicles, from white, silver grey, mid-grey, charcoal grey and black vehicles ordered in a grey scale file, and every so often they tucked a deep metallic red vehicle or a light tan brown vehicle in the cluster. There were also pairs and triplets of deep metallic green vehicles, and the odd blue colored one embedded in the ordered clusters of vehicles.

These came in differing directions; first oncoming, and later ahead of me, and later, crossing my path at the larger intersections. And I got mind-fucked into a convoluted way to get to the auto body shop when I know better, but I wasn't allow access to my own knowledge of the most efficacious route.

To make a long story short, there were simply huge numbers of vehicles in formations everywhere I went, it was constant, and I have never seen so much vehicular traffic on a weekday as this, save the highway routes, which we did not travel on. In the latter part of the journey I noted that there was an injection of more mid-blue vehicles, and people dressed in these colors, or even two tone blue combinations. I reckon that the perps put on over 1,000 vehicles on this gangstalk, which is a large volume when one considers that no highway routes were taken, this was all in town.

Later, after lunch, I walked to the grocery store, some 12 minutes in-town distant, and I got a voluminus amount of street (ambulatory) gangstalkers, and then more volumes of vehicular gangstalkers as I walked. Sometimes they put six white or silver grey vehicles in file in the closest traffic lane and then followed with some more grey vehicles. It was as if there were both north and south bound commute traffic, as well as east and west. I reckon this was about 400 vehicles on the round trip.

While at the grocery store, they put at least two gangstalkers on each location I went to, and even arranged four "staff' in their black and white outfits, to file past me, about every 30 seconds. After this, at the cooler case, they arranged some six pretend shoppers to be all wearing shades of blue around me. And lo, if one of them didn't show up ahead of me at the checkout, also wearing brown pants. Brown being the perps' biggest color problem. Another trait I noticed was that the perps were very big on having someone step in my path, or behind me, often wearing brown, and also having them start up these conversations in the aisles, pretending not to notice that they are blocking egress.

More gangstalkers appeared wearing these brown tradesman pants when I walked back, and another ambulatory gangstalker was pretending not to notice where he was going, and almost walked into me. And the fuckers do anything they can to have their sickos pass me on my right side, as well as walk in my intended track, coming straight at me on the right side of the sidewalk and averting a collision within 10' or so. At least 200 ambulatory gangstalker were on for this show, going to the grocery store and inside it, the busiest I have seen it. And the assholes are becoming more rabid as to getting closer, stacking more gangstalkers "in conversation" at each store location I want to go, and then have them obstruct aisleway access in their oblivous act, of which I get at least 5 per outing to the grocery store. It is fucking absurd that anyone should be hounded like this anywhere, never mind invoking the huge volumes of gangstalkers and vehicles in this depraved charade cum freak show. Why are the perps so fucking sick?

And for that, I got jabbed in the ass while sitting in my chair. And while complaining out loud about it, the overhead pounding and clunking started up. Another amazing coincidence.

2035h
So far tonight, two LCD display blackouts with simultaneous fridge clicking, even though everything else on the circuit didn't momentarily lose power. More of the perturbation of activity and whatever the perps are measuring in my neural substrate (brain, in real time).

2250h
Relative quiet in the last hour, and not because I had the earmuffs on; they punch through any sound they want I have come to learn only recently. Even more evidential is that if they put a noise through the ear muffs, and I take them off, the "source" noise is even quieter without the earmuffs on, the total reverse of what would be expected.

I notice my mother is reading Adrienne Clarkson's "Heart Matters", her autobiography. This was loaned to me by my ex-wife and was read some three weeks ago when my PC was taken out, with both hard drives "failing" at once. It is a good book, but I was compelled to read it only because there was nothing else to do. It would not be one that I seek out as I don't follow her to any degree, as she is much better known in Ontario. She was Canada's Governor General for 6 years, and by all accounts did a credible job. But seeing that my mother has even less knowledge or interest in the life of Adrienne Clarkson, I cannot understand why she would be reading this book. Is there a connection that the perps are seeking amongst the three of us, or even others I don't know, in reading this book, and possibly with Adrienne Clarkson herself? More of who knows.

The perps let me have a rare unfettered crap today; no plunging the toilet, showering to clean up or hiding the plunger. It is simply stupendous, and might be the second such time since I moved in here since 09-2006. If past is prologue, that will be the end of it, all for another round of shit intervention in all its manifestations.

Enough for a blog; I am running out of time here, and am calling this done.