Harvest Party

11-12-2018
 A Monday off work due to the national holiday yesterday, Rememberance Day. Though in fact, I did work yesterday on the construction site. Nice that there were so few trades around as I could get things done. My regular co-worker was with me for part of the day, but as we ran out of glue to finish the job, only part of it could get completed for the afternoon. Said co-worker is the one who threw a passive-aggressive hissy fit three weeks ago over a big nothing, another one of those "what was that about" experiences that have come on since all this abuse and harassment came down in 04-2002. Said co-worker is a little more friendly and talkative since then, and a two week work separation hiatus might of helped. The day after his ridiculous hissy fit he was re-assigned, hardly a coincidence, though I never told anyone anything and he said he wouldn't either. He has mellowed a little, and isn't so strange as he was before, since I began working with him in 09-2018. A Russian emigre, and true to form, cannot be figured out. Anyhow, we get a lot done together, and that suits each of us just fine as we are both accomplishment minded and like to do things efficiently.

And a hiatus from yoga again, due to today's holiday, and the perps just love to break up regular occurences, no matter the frequency; once per week to once per day etc. No good habit or regular practice goes undisrupted (or unsabotaged). Last week it was a Monday night show, so it will be three weeks since I get back to class unless I somehow join a class this week, a notion that curiously escapes me when these Monday night yoga disruptions come on.

The last class was a repeat of classes some six weeks ago, when the very dark skinned E. Indian arrives in class at the last minute and sits beside me at a spot that was left open. How this particular entrance timing and mat location selection "happens" so many times for this one particular individual cannot be a coincidence. Not only was a prime mat location left open for him while some 15 other yogis filed in beforehand in th preceding 15 minutes, but it the whole thing tells me that everyone else was arriving according to a schedule and in accordance to a seating plan. In seating himself beside me, this E. Indian  male also "happened" to place himself in front of the mirror reflection of this pretty blonde girl I had been checking out for the prior 15 minutes. So, instead of her gorgeous visage in the mirror, I get the fugly E. Indian male, a regular in terms of stalking next to to me. (Another case of bait and switch; babe, and then the fugly dude arrives later in her place). And again liek the last time, the poor fellow got too hot and had to remove his shirt for crissakes. I think they should ban this practice and have everyone keep their shirts on in yoga class. I suppose this whole deal is about exposing me to a whole lot of dark skin from 4' away, something I wouldn't ordinarily be exposed to for any length.

And the E. Indians continue to plague me at the construction site. Anytime I change a floor that I am working on, or re-assigned to a new task, they "happen" to arrive or else already be in place, jabbering away. I am down for three of these events this week, normally at least two more per week. In a stunt of high absurdity, they even parked themselves on ladders immediately outside the elevator doors that I was to exit from. The elevator operator had to ask them to pack it up. Again, more ladder games, this time from a high-prominence stalking ethnic subpopulation.

A good show at The Dream Cafe last week, and although I did not get any protracted staring from the performers, I got a lot of direct looks from one of the threesome. At one point he said, "I truly believe that good will prevail in this world..." and then shot a look at me, some 40' away against the back wall and in the dark. Like WTF: don't look at me for any kind of affirmation on that; all I know is sustained and relentless abuse as a mind controlled subject, and knowing my family was in on it from the get-go and are therefore are a bunch of sick-assed perfidious quislings who should be given the usual war time justice for such ilk.

My vineyard employer had a harvest party this Thursday; "no kids" said the invitational text, and lo, there were at least four of them parading by me with the usual (perp patented) "look-away" countenance. As to why I get kiddie-stalked all the time I have no idea, but I consider it the apogee of mental depravity, to send or bring one's children into stalk a lifetime victim of senseless and relentless abuse. For those parents who send their children on these missions, go fuck yourselves.

Said harvest party was about three hours and I met up with some old faces, my foreman, the owners (employers) and a few others. I met some new winemakers and industry folks, and enjoyed the company. An interesting looking woman I hadn't seen before was across the room, and eventually when she "happened" to look my direction from 15' away, she had this disparaging and nasty look. OK, I get it; you got my attention and then made sure I was roundly disappointed. I know this routine, and don't consider it too different than the occasions at the hair stylist school where I get my hair cut, when a personable and talkative stylist first cuts my hair. Some six weeks later on my return visit the same stylist won't even look at me, and makes a big point of been seen but not being in any way friendly. Same old thing; bait and change, usually for the worse.


And I get the sense that my perceptions of many of the stalking and stunts that so well known to me over these past 16.5 years of this berserk and overt abuse are getting remotely dithered by the perps. That is to say, my identification (or cognition) of the fraught and torturous reality that I have been kept in, (the stunts and incidents and their relationship to past patterns), and which is immediately recognizable and familiar to me, is now being cognitively interfered with. For example, the above mentioned kiddie stalking only "occurred" to me some hours after the event when normally I would of identified it right then and there. Which is to say, the perps have begun a new phase of deleting my knowledge of their abusive methods as they occur. Not a good sign, and likely has more ominous ramifications. Or put another way, the assholes won't allow me to identify their relentless and consitent stunts and supporting routines as they occur.

Anyhow, I should get this one posted for the week so I don't get backed up.

A Real MIB Sighting

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Another day of gardening maintenance at the First Feral Family home. Again sunny, and back from the road so I don't feel like the spectacle when visible to all and sundry "happeners" passing by.
The SAC was good for at least three overflights, (or the noise thereof), at least three helicopters and two light aircraft to keep the aerial noise front going. I was there for five hours today, a little shorter than yesterday, and in time to "catch the wave" of teenagers on the bus at 1520h. Some only went two stops for crissakes, which they could of handily walked even with their low slung backpacks.

But outbound, I just might of seen my first traditional MIB (here), and Men In Black.The long black coat was a giveaway, and the wide brimmed business hat, and the featureless face; no eyebrows or facial hair, and no visible hair below his hat. The modern day MIB I have come to know wears black colored fleece with some nylon panels to change the surface qualities of the light absorption, and typcially has a black toque on. I have no recollection of ever seeing the traditional MIB, but as I have mentioned very often, there are three blanked out years where it seems I was exposed to many things, and at the time, they thought it was simply expunged by their known memory recall deletion methods. Not so, as it turns out; subconscious traumatizations, and maybe all subconscious recall for that matter, is stored in every cell in the body if Deepak Chopra is to be believed, and it certainly seems that way when the perps are creating muscle spasms all over me, especially if I saw an Unfavored feature/person. (See Essential Introductory Postings to the right). And it maybe so at one time I did see traditional MIBs, and perhaps there are traumatization associations, and this Fuckwit was there to stimulate them. Whether he did or not I don't know, but he also gets today's award for the Most Least Likely Public Transit Passenger. The bus was outbound at 0910h from downtown to whitebread suburbia of Gordon Head, and here was this MIB in place about midway back, looking ever business like, and he gets off at a residential area about one quarter into the route. Well, OK, the bus serves all the route, but WTF, he should of been going the other direction based on the business outfit.

And it is interesting to see how certain public personnel can change their persona upon TI presence. Both yesterday and today I drove down to a little grocery store to get something for lunch, and yesterday the woman was a little formal, but she actually did smile. Today, she was like totally perfunctory, and not inclined to even exhibit any facial expression except near fright. So when she would of ordinarily been more pleasant recognizing me again, she was decidedly terse. And the woman at the checkout was looking down as much as she could to avoid any eye contact. Maybe it was that large dude in camo gear and shorts at the lotto desk working on his numbers the entire time, like a supervisor. So, having experienced this fickle friendliness/frightened look before, I don't put much stock into how others present themselves, and ponder what went on beforehand; is this scripted, or is it straight and what is the score the next time we encounter each other at the checkout (or other public venue).

A raucous city bus ride on the way back with a surfeit of teens heading downtown, at least three of them banging into me at various locations. The one bumping me in the back when I was ready to exit put on the stare, when it was she that was banging into me while standing, and then bolts out the door to get ahead of me upon exit. Fucking weird to say the least. The only seat availible was immediately in front of a plexiglass panel behind the rear door. And that made for no end of Fuckwits to back themselves up against the panel, and then exchange positions with others nearby in some kind of rotation. Invariably the plexiglass leaners would get off in some three stops after their "turn", and I suppose they were there to sample this form of plastic in some way for the sickos.

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The recycle garbage collectors were on duty today in the First Feral Family neighborhood. Apart from al the blue plastic boxes at the curb, it wasn't a big deal, save the perps screwed me out of putting my mother's recyclables outside. But their truck make the most awful sound when braking, which it does all the time, an alarming "chuff" sound. This act is performed all over the neighborhood so there are variations to volume of course, but what I did notice is that the frequency of this noise has gone up; not at 4x/minute noise, but a 20x/minute noise now. And they came by after lunch for a seeming driveby when they had finished the entire neighborhood, and showed up again when I was at the bus stop in the afternoon, and even led the bus for a few blocks.

And the big deal on the city bus (#27) was that they re-routed it due a seeming accident, and had it partially follow the route of a neighbor route (#28), the one that I took yesterday. In other words, when no route commonality was expected at the suburban end when I got on, there was due to this detour. Not a big deal, and not one of their past stunts of blocking the entire arterial for example. And then seeming accident was also a reason for the deep red fire/emergency truck to come barreling along side the city bus as the backdrop to the teenagers who had just boarded it. All those flashing red and white lights are just the thing for perps. And they also arranged emergency lights for me when I got off the bus, this time red and blue.

Yesterday when waiting with my horde of six at the outbound bus stop, the Langford Fire Department ladder truck cruised by like a fish out of water. This is the City of Victoria with yellow fire trucks if you please, (and put to great use in hounding my ass all over the city), and what is another municipality's fire truck doing here? Spread the red it would seem, and lo, if it didn't "drop in" at the City firehall some two blocks further up and enter their parking lot to then place itself between me and the yellow fire trucks. There has been an increase of the yellow and red color conbinations in the past week, the next most egregious are those DHL trucks and the clowns that drive them in yellow and red. Regular readers will know that I cannot stand to see these two colors together and that it is the second most substantive reason I won't go inside a McDonalds, the first being the food of course.


Picture time; taken 03-09-2010, 1300h 13sec. Just the usual unusual, the entrances and exits of the white, black silver-grey and mid-grey vehicles. One black vehicle behind the leafless tree, and another opposite of it almost, headed to the R. side. And a deep red colored vehicle ahead of it.

Taken 03-09-2010, 1300h 13sec.A second silver-grey has arrived to hang beside the parked black vehicle behind the leafless tree. A third silver-grey vehicle is just exiting the picture on the L. ahead of the white sedan ahead of the stop line. How it go there inside of three seconds is beyond me, even if I was watching.

Taken 03-09-2010, 1300h 26sec.A longer time difference; a mid-grey vehicles comes by to fill in on the greyscale testing it would seem.

Then there was that water deluge (03-09-2010) that came from above, and that the manager didn't even bother to check into or apologize as to what happened. He claimed it was due to some toilet repair activity in the suite above, and he was busy fixing it when I called, hence no return call. Like WTF; I just cleaned up his fucking mess and he couldn't be bothered to check into it? Anyhow, here are the pics. The vertical oriented pic has some interesting globular water drops and some interesting droplet  shadows from the flash of the camera. I find it strange that I would get these shadows. The globular drop form can result from being in a magnetized environment, or it could be that the perps wanted the drops in this way. Have a close look with a zoom that is better than that of Picasa.

I will call this blog posting done for today. Three appointments tomorrow, so I will be busy and out and about for the most part, and still more pics to come.