A late start to blogging, but I did get some out time, my mother's birthday and so it was a lunch at a seaside restaurant. The food was so-so; a single chunk of cooked salmon on top of an excess of rabbit food doesn't make for a smoked salmon salad in my book, but hey, it was a free meal.
I was in the very corner of the building, windows on two sides of me and facing into the restaurant with the lovely Cordova Bay to my right. Should I go through the litany of blondes, then the jowly male among them, then later two red headed children with a seeming blonde mother, or leave it as yet another combination/parade of the Favored (blonde women) and the Unfavored (red heads, males, white haired folk and many others). I am sparing the details here as it gets tiresome as it does consistent, especially noticeable in a new venue, which this was. Follow the link for an explanation. Other feints were to have the transparent mylar gift wrapping "happen" to lie against the window to provide more material differences for persons or objects to be seen through (.e.g, double pane glass, and double pane glass and mylar).
I did my cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, getting there early as the Parts and Service sections that I regularly clean are closed by mid afternoon. Only the Sales section stays open until 1800h where the boss man regularly cleans. I got to do some extra wall cleaning and attempt to extricate myself from the perps doings; they created trickles of clean wall that the cleaning agent supposed had made, and all my rubbing with the cloth couldn't eradicate these new extra clean tracks that self erupted. Like I have said, everything I do or attempt is adverse, or has the expectation thereof because that is invariably what happens. In fact, it has gone on all my life so the assholes get to monitor the same activity over again. I suspect a huge number of the "glitches" we have come to know, even the Hadron collider problems that have prevented start up for nearly a year, are the work of the sickos. Just my take on world events, and having witnessed their extra conventional gravitic fuckery firsthand, and their relentless need for me to do the same things more than once, the second iteration for them it would seem.
Anyhow, on the way back I got extra clusters of gangstalkers, and then my loitering vagrant dude seen when outboud was then standing around instead of lying in his sleeping bag reading his book, and then when I see him, the dim figure in the dim light, why he is already prepared and is staring at me. Within 60' I turn the corner and lo, a blonde woman is 30' away and coming toward me, and is also staring at me. I once got the starings at a rate of 3 to 5 per month, now they are getting more of the gangstalkers to put on this bullshit. I had another staring three days ago when heading for yoga, and I just don't get what the fuckers want from this exercise.
On this same section of road, another two blonde women are coming toward me, and by this time I was managed for my "reaction" to just look down at the ground and not at them. Then in another 20' a dude and his blonde girlfriend were also loitering around, though not staring thankfully. A one block run of blondes it seems, three differing parties in various poses, perhaps as some kind of serial testing/evaluation compared the preceding dude in the shadows doing the same, though differing direction.
I took the bus out to my parent's place this morning at 1030h, a relative quiet time of day I though to be headed to the suburbs from downtown, but lo, if there wasn't eight fuckers at the bus stop. One dude put on this stand-in-my-way-on-the-sidewalk act, making sure that he was seen as borderline aggressive. After he got on the bus he gets off two stops later. He could of walked to his intended location faster but took a bus there. Another brown hoodied dude at the bus stop was reading a book, and after a few minutes, and without any bus in sight, he gets up and walks across the street, and then loiters there for a few minutes. I see one of these bus stop weirds nearly every round trip, and if you don't think it is odd, let me know. Only minutes before the bus came a red coated dude was walking along the sidewalk next to the curb where th bus was to come, and within a minute, another red coated dude does the same, the partial red painted bus pulling up when the latter red coat dude was beside it. Their red coats differed by a shade of brightness, but were of the same dark red hue. The bus trip was uneventful in my terms, but again, because I live in an an orchestrated state, I could see that the perps were totally beserk with the amount of staged red colored gangstalking vehicles for the entire bus ride.
I got paid today in rather strange circumstances. The bossman makes out that he is about to take off with his motor scooter after doing some circles and high revving outside the building. Then after I set the alarms, pressed the button for the motorized door closure, he says "quick, grab the door". Like WTF; for what purpose, for what likelihood that I could even oppose a motorized door, and all to have the alarm system go off? (Just when one thinks the guy is sane, he pulls a nutjob statement like that). Then he motions for me to come over, and then he pulls out the reciept he wants me to sign, and only then was I allowed to know that I was getting paid. I sign my name on the paper using the white painted concrete building for a firm backing surface, and then when "I think" all done (read, planted thought), he gives me the check. Another total mind fuck in other words; the perps fucked me out of knowing that reciept of a check was the essential item for a payday transaction. But the real question is, why didn't he do this when we were inside in the relative comfort of a warm building with lighting and availible surfaces to sign on? Like always, there cannot be enough combinations and permutations of all the things the assholes want to put me through. In case you are wondering why this is important, I get no end of harassment, surveillance, imposed finger fumbling fuckery, accompanying noise, light flashes and other arranged phenomenon every time I make a financial transaction, be it by check, at an ATM, using a debit card at the checkout, using a credit card online, paying bills online and any other method you can think of. Now included in the Summary of Perp Obsessions. which was updated today, though nothing new for regulars and TI's.
Here is the list of officers of the FFCHS group for Los Angeles area, less the names. Now can someone come up with a clinical explanation as to how so many individuals can be so organized about their collective harassment/condition? This is real, and all democratic notions of liberty and freedom do not matter one whit to the assholes who impose this insane and invasive brutality on its selected victims.
Elected the following people to pursue certain tasks for the LA Chapter FFCHS:
- President / Liaison FFCHS –
- Frequency / Countermeasure Research
- Secretary & Crisis Support
- History of TI’s (find links) & Alternative Medicine
- Countermeasure/Surveillance Research
- Legal Matters
- Defamation of Character and Medical Contacts Research
- MK Ultra & Operations TIP Research
- Fundraising & Treasurer (Non-profit grants, disaster,transportation)