A week round up as I don't have much evening time with this farm worker job running 10 hours a day, and having to get up at 0430h each morning.
June 11, 2010
2020h
A day of picking strawberries, and some new crew introductions as well....
They put on a negro woman in the front seat of the van, all bodies in place when I arrived at 0650h for a 0700h job start. I get into the van behind her, and the perps made her to look like a negro male from behind; short cropped curly hair, and tall as well. It was only when I got out of the van at the strawberry filed that I was allowed to know it was a woman, and a mighty fugly one at that. She "happened" to be picking in the next row, often inviting supervisor (E. Indian woman) admonition to improve her picking abilities. At one point she indicated that I had a dirt patch on my ass, which made me wonder if she wasn't playing with a full deck. What else is to be expected with extended crouching and kneeling on the dirt between the rows of strawberries.
And plenty of siren cascades, as this field is next to a busy artery called Wilkonson Rd. for locals. No end of traffic noise as well, everyone and their Harley Davidson it seemed, all day long. The Snobirds, the national aerobatics also came out to do a flypast, the first of three over the next three days. There is a 100th anniversary of the navy celebrations taking place in this city, and no end of military attention in these parts.
And no less, the perps are putting on at least 20 buses a day going past in both directions, viewable and hearable from the strawberry field, and the kicker is that there is no bus route on that section of Wilkinson Rd. And it is the same each day no less, these buses tripping by, "Not in Service", for no reason but to emulate conditions I have come to know while living at this apartment, overlooking a bus route.
sirens
And jumpy legs and feet, especially so while reading two celebrity interviews, and in a new jerkaround, they had me mentally trasnspose the parents of the two actresses, invoking a planted "thoughts" about the parents of one actress when reading about the other. Just the usual insane mind-fuck bullshit I have come to know and loathe.
And the city bus freakshow is in full flush when coming back from the farm work at 1800h. Some 30 "passengers" (read, gangstalker freaks) on board the bus at this time of day headed for downtown Victoria is absurd. I have done similar "reverse commutes by bus in Seattle and have never seen anything like this number of passengers. I am sitting transverse on a seat next to rear doors, and this fucker comes on board, with at least a half dozen seats to chose from, decides to plonk his back up against the panel immediately in front of me. I "decide" (per mind-fuck planted thought), that this is total bullshit and get off at the next stop. When I get up to get the rear door, the Fuckwit "decided" he needed my former seat, in spite of all the others availible, and sits there even before I exited. Fucking insane, and I have never seen anything so utterly blantant about hounding me as this in recent week.
June 12, 2010
A big weeding day; at least 2,000' of strawberries in the morning, hoe-ing and plucking weeds with the crew and each in our own row. The tractor can roto-till the weeks between the rows, but leaves a 18" swath so the crop plants don't get damaged. I got called off to do a row cover rolling, where the white fabric is placed over the potato crops as a insect barrier as well as ersatz greenhouse in the field. No wonder my mother has some of this and is placing it on her crops. The sickos sapped my motivation for this entire activity, making rolling these to be an exhausting event, which it isn't. The sickos used this new opportunity to piss me off in new ways, and trapping my feet in the rolled off cloth "happened" countless times. It even trapped my boot one time, and the Asian co-worker with the $5,000 electric scooter found this hilarious.
Noise from passing traffic all day long, and it almost goes without saying, the harley-Davidson motorcycle noise is one of the sicko's favorites as they know I loathe it so much.
Anothe Snowbirds flypast, this time in a different field, and they always seem to know where I am as their major display is in the Inner Harbor at the naval base, not out in corn country.
And a major jerkaround in catching the city bus homebound. Two buses did not arrive at their scheduled time, and then three of them arrive all together.
And major vision impairments while I attempt to find a keyboard I want to order. This is part of protracting the exercise of deciding what to purchase, a full time jerkaround the perps like to engage in.
June 14, 2010
A day off, a Monday, and I spent some three hours at my perp abetting mother's place, hauling furniture out of the utility room to the back patio for later removal by the in-town brother with his van. All the furniture got its first time in the sun for at least 2 decades, have never been hauled out in a long time, though I noted some water damage on the drawer unit, and desk unit had been hacked down to two thirds of its original size, and may be an old work desk of mine long ago.
After lunch I installed three electrical outlets to replace the original house ones, now 40 years old. I had the entire house power shut off at the electrical box as the infernal mapping of the circuits isn't filled in, and lo, when replacing the one in the living room, with my mother sitting on the couch, I didn't get whacked on the head from nowhere, and complained loudly about it. And mentioned the details to my mother who put on the dumbshit act again, and me telling her four times that there is no clinical, neurological or organic condition that could account for this, so what is it? A dumbshit reply of course, then another round of explaining that the same individuals who hounded me in Seattle also were hounding me in Victoria, and so how could that happen? Another dumbshit answer, and of course I wasn't allowed to call her on playing dumb, being an ignoramous and not engaging in any meaningful discussion or research on her part, especially when two doctors tell me that I am being harassed by an external party. Another dumbshit response over what the term "party" meant in the context. And then another round of telling her that this harassment has been documented over 200 years ago and she says (still keeping the dumbshit act going), "you weren't around 200 years ago". And when I said that I never said or inferred any such thing, and detailed the "Air Loom Gang" story in one brief sentence, she dumbed out again. I haven't had a "dumbshit wall" conversation with her like this for over two years, maybe three, but it is interesting that it was conducted when the household power was shut down, and that she was ready and waiting in the very room when I got headwhacked from no conventional source. More of the same BS from the Prime Quisling, the First Feral Mother. Aka asshole of supreme proportions.
June 15, 2010
The frozen foods Fuckover; at breakfast I find that the assholes forced a "forget" on retrieving the gluten free bread from the freezer to replace the one that finished the day before. I never forget to replenish my stocks of food, and lo, if it didn't "happen" with yet more contention. I put the frozen loaf on the cutting board but the only way to find a knife purchase to split off the bread end (read, extra brown colored bread), was to put the loaf upside down on the cutting board. And lo, if the bread end didn't go flying off and into the sink and bounce around. Somehow, I "forgot" to prevent this predictable stunt.
Then a repeat Fuckover stunt at dinner, a forced "forget" in removing the frozen tortilla package from the freezer to replenish the package that was just finished. Like I said, I don't forget this stuff, and it "happens" twice in the same day. Dinner plans got messed up, and the heated olive oil got soaked up with a paper towel. This juxtaposition of extra olive oil on a paper towel seems to be a big deal for the assholes, as they pull this shit at least 4x/year, foiling my intention to make dinner after initially beginning it.
As for farm work, more potatoes and weeding. And a fake-out on lunch time, with me starting to eat it and everyone else milling around and in on the fact that it wasn't going to be lunch, but to get the potatoes washed instead. I am the "inside truck man", hosing the potatoes from the hopper truck in a metered fashion and here I was, with a partial tummy full of blueberries, the part of the lunch that I ate before being allowed to know that work was going to start, and lunch was to be later. This, combined with a forced "forget" to take a ProBar, made me very hungry, as I had eaten my lunch at the morning coffee break, and was only having blueberries for lunch. As mentioned in many past blog postings, the perps continue to hound me over what I eat, and what color it is, and having me eat berries for lunch alone, is a huge deal for the assholes. Somehow, I survived the day with a partial food intake.
June 16,2010
And my new white bucket hat seemed to bring on lots of co-worker gangstalk attention. The sun came on at noon, so I wore it then. It was in my pack all day yesterday but there wasn't enough sun to warrant wearing it. No one remarked on the new hat, but it seemed to be the object of a cluster fuck, in the usual rotational way, of one person chaning duties with the next in some kind of roll call. Or is it "role call"?
Potato picking all day, with a pre-lunch fake-out of going to do weeding, which then caused me to hang up my rainpaints to dry at the cooler unit fan breeze at lunch, (potato washing is wet work). I though this was going to be the last of potato washing, as I leave them in this location when I go at the end of the day. And lo, if I wasn't faked out and then had to retrieve them late in the afternoon, at about 1600h for a second potato washing cycle.
And plastic bag hell again at the supermarket, this time two plastic bags from two different rolls in the produce department couldn't be opened as the sides would not separate. (And yes, I was attempting this at the correct end of the bag). This fucking stunt stopped me from purchasing kiwi fruit, as there was no prebagged kiwi fruit either. So.. it is back to blueberries again, in advance of picking them locally in my farm worker job/toil I do for the assholes. All that soil contact, weeding, root contact and pulling, is just too exciting for the assholes it seems.
The city bus freakshow was highly populated again (about 30 passengers), 1730h into downtown, reverse to the normal commute, and standing room at times. I got at least one tattoo act to avoid, and there was another standing on the curb when the bus was travelling. The assholes cannot get enough of me seeing this bullshit.
More cashier tattoos at the local supermarket; another female, though without the full arm, and only on the inside of her wrist. If I don't like the sight of tattoos, then why in the fuck am I pursued by this bullshit all the time?
Paypal fuckery; after getting spam in the name of Paypal for over 5 years, I was finally forced to look up using it again, as the shopping carts of two websites indicated that I have an account, and would I like to use it? Well, not really, as charge cards have worked perfectly fine for over 12 years of web shopping, so why do I need Paypal? Not much choice in that, as the page tells me I have an account, and lo, if the password doesn't work. I sent Paypal a note to say that I forget the password, and they are to reply to reset it. No email answer. Two days later I am faced with the same dilemma, and avoid using Paypal. I send another reminder I did not recieve a Paypal password reset and they say they did. And still no answer, and I did check my Spam inbox too, and no Paypal response. Obviously, someone has some big plans all over me using Paypal, and of course, by way of the most fraught route possible. An new sales tax is coming in, so I am ordering stuff to beat the implementation deadline of July 01.
As a postscipt to the Paypal obstruction, I go to the website again and attempt online support service, and lo, if the essential button to initiate the service is missing, and still no go on dealing with this fuckery.
June 17, 2010
2040h
I see that Blogspot got sabotaged and some of this posting disappeared.
A day of toil, like most, on the farm laboring front. First potatoes, then picking strawberries, and then potatoes again. They like to have me cycling between the two. The potatoes is always followed by going to the warehouse and washing them. I get to go inside the hopper of the potato truck and hose the potatoes in a measured amount so they drop onto the conveyor at the base of the hopper in a consistent fashion that doesn't cause problems for the downstream potato washing and packaging. Yet again, I get to set the pace of a production conveyor process, this time potatoes. Regular readers will recall that I did the same for daffodil bulbs for the past two years, as well at the "toil of soil", plucking them from the ground after the tractor has passed over to lift them up with its towed implement. Eight Mexicans arrive tomorrow to fill out the crew. This too is a repeat of the past two years of farming; last years berry picking and this year's daffodil flower picking were truncated due to an influx of Mexicans. And I saw one on the bus (rarer than negroes here), so I assume the sickos are getting me "ready" by having an advance gangstalking, which is what they do more of late.
June 18, 2010
1940h
A "lucky" respite from the all too short evenings, as I finished at 1630h today, and got a ride from a co-worker to downtown instead of the city bus freakshow. Though, the sickos are toning it down now, only 15 passengers homebound last night. A little more time tonight, and to get this blog posting written up and posted.
On the outbound city bus trip at 0615h I get a few freakish or odd acts. The Cheersing negro was onboard again, just "happening" to know the odd couple behind me this bus trip, as the assholes had the rear bench seat plugged up with loafing dudes this time. Normally, they let me sit in the rear bench seat, but today, they wanted the "odd couple" siting behind me. It is the weirdest set up; she exits from the apartment building across the street (I swear there is no one living in this 17 story tower), walks past me waiting for the bus and to the next bus stop which she boards with a strange large dude in sunglasses. Like WTF? Why doesn't she get on at the bus toip closest to her apparent residence and meet the dude on the bus when he boards? Or, if there is a romantic angle to it, why aren't they together at the same place? Said woman also knows the lounging dude that waits with me at the bus stop, both apparently from the same building. Said dude also likes to suck on his cigarettes and his pals make sure the smoke goes up my nose before I remove myself and stand next to the curb instead of leaning on the wall.
A Fuckwit on the city bus tailed me into the ATM lobby at the bank where I got off the bus today. This Fuckwit is a semi-regular in a bald head and brown shorts and normally walks E. after getting off the bus. And it "so happens", the asshole tails me W. bound and into the TD bank ATM lobby where someone had pulled out the second machine, so the asshole had an excuse to loiter behind my back for the entire time of the transaction, which was augmented with extra fumbling imposition to get the check, detach it from the statement and the rest of the ATM deposit rigamarole. As mentioned many times, any and all financial transactions I make from coin machine to banking gets gangstalked, this time more blatant than usual.
Other miscellaneous stuff from the world of farm work. My co-workers like to hang around me especially when:
changing boots and getting into/otu of raingear before or after potato washing,
putting on my Ombrelle sunblock,
assembling cardboard boxes for potato packing,
putting on or taking off of clothes; either for too hot or cold,
egressing into/out of buildings,
putting on gloves, especially the nitrile ones used for strawberry picking.
Other games have been the sickos inundating me with plasma spots and splashes, and also vision attacks with a stinging sensation, as if the sunblock solution is dripping into my eyes, which it isn't as I don't put any on my forehead in the first place.
Now to get this posted, and ponder if anyone was anxiously waiting for this posting. This more infrequent posting, once per week, will likely be the norm for the next six months or so while I put on the work hours so I can get unemployment benefits later this year. And in all likelihood, I will pass from officially being "disabled" to the abled workforce. I am expected to be relieved of my "disability" any day now, as they run last year's income statements through their system as an excuse to invoke another administrative jerkaround.
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Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Post Yoga Class Military Gangstalking
1245h
I finished up my Thursday yoga class, now rescheduled for 1100h instead of 1130h, and walked through the residential street of North Park St. and lo, my regular military gangstalkers were there again, likely batting 0.700 each time I walk that street after yoga. As mentioned in past blog postings, there isn't a base within 5 miles, and yet they keep showing up there for sundry reasons. Sometimes it is shopping (white plastic bag in hand), smoking cigarettes outside of a house, or just plain streetwalking. Today, they turned the corner in their black civilian Nissan Altima (or like), proceeded W. bound on North Park, pulled a mid-street U-turn, drove through the empty parking stalls along the curb for 40', and then stopped at the curb 10' in front of me, and later got out of the vehicle, where a commercial laundry is. And of note, they have changed their time to be seen in this vicinity to coordinate with the changed time for the Thursday yoga class, just like last week.
I cannot imagine what they are doing here on a residential street in mid-day, far from their base, and undertaking sundry activities, making sure that I see them. And their timing is impeccable, always after yoga, no matter the end time, always on Thursdays. I usually go the entire week without seeing any military personnel, except in these once per week circumstances. That rather stunning consistency ought to be the last I hear of any clinical issues that are said to be causal by certain denier parties. Of course there won't be an opportunity to tell them as they are all so avoidant of getting into conversations that might disrupt their staged disbelief.
Anyhow, I got my usual ambulatory swarms after class, and there were four brown colored vehicles in my proximity immediately following a lead black colored vehicle. The first brown colored vehicle was the same as that of a brown Volvo once owned some 8 years ago, seemingly attempting some kind of color referencing/interaction leverage for the remaining brown colored vehicles. These nutters chasing me down with color coordinated gangstalkers, in both in vehicle form and ambulatory form, have a long way to go if I was to interpret their progress as to these games they put on.
During yoga class I also got my usual crumbs and other strange colored debris materializing around me; first a 1/4" diameter black crumb some 12" beside my blue-violet colored yoga mat, then some smaller brown crumbs followed, placed 2" from the mat, then later a 4" brown thread "arrived" on the mat, coming from nowhere as I don't have any garments that have this thread color. All my brown colored garments have been tossed out as they all developed accelerated wear and became unusable. Funny how that happens, and over four years later the perps are now getting "bold" in planting brown colored threads close to me for limited exposures, less than 20 minutes.
As with last week, there were two yoga class members who came late; one dude from last week who made his second class, (no excuse) and a large blonde woman coming to her first class. This guy came in a loud yellow T-shirt, and I can only assume that he is resuming the yellow colored clothing gangstalking that is widely apparent of late.
Yesterday, when arriving at my building at nightfall, around 1630h, the yellow shirted manager was outside talking to a white coated dude, and as soon as I arrived they split apart and the manager entered the building behind me and continued to follow me into the elevator. This time he put on the friendly and talkative schtick, having put on the didn't-know-me act for the most of the past six months. Go figure, but it is not the first time this alternating friendliness for no causal reason has been played. This is the same manager with whom I helped with moving fridges, cupboards and other items in the first week of residency in this apartment block. No big deal, all part of the "behaviorscape", meaning other's behavior, not mine.
There were the usual plasma and maser beams flitting around the yoga classroom just like last week, and like anywhere that I spend time. I swear I saw a plasma beam emanate from the instructor's torso and toward me, athough only a fleeting glance was allowed. She was in an all black outfit with a olive green shirt underneath. It was a high cut top, and there were no cleavage shows allowed, something the perps also like to manage for me for reasons that are unknown. And hence no coughing erupting just as I saw her cleavage like last week. If nothing else, it was a good workout and flexibility toning.
1730h
I am back from Thursday afternoon gym class, and my 30 minute walk in each direction to get to the OB Rec. Center. I had my usual parade of color coordinated gangstalkers doing their back-and-forths in front of me when on the stationary bicycle. There was an increase in the red shirted gangstalkers today, especially on the men. I got my one orange shirted gangstalker doing the "do-squats", as in nothing, and had at least four of them converging in constricting the aisleway when attempting to get by. Nothing new there, as well as the three time "visitor" to the signout board who took off after two visits and then "changed his mind" to take a stationary bicycle next to me. Funny how that works, having already positioned himself in my way once.
There were two newbies in the class today, and strangely, only one was introduced as new. This guy is named James, and he is the second person to join the class with that name, the first one lasting only two or three weeks before he dissapeared. It is most strange how there is a rotational basis to the class members when that attendance profile is discouraged. But as I view all events as scripted and organized well in advance, I operate under the notion that they are all operatives and are drawn from various demographic groups for their looks, size, bioenergetics and whatever else the perps have deemed to be of importance. Thankfully the gangstalking wasn't anywhere near as bad as last Thursday when they were pumped over the new yoga venue earlier in the day.
Two of the four street works or construction projects enroute were pouring concrete when I was on the return leg, 1530h to 1600h. Another had poured a concete median yesterday, as it wasn't there the day before. As the perps have a total obsession with presenting me with concrete trucks, concrete both unpoured and recently poured and varying ages of concrete, today's concrete pouring activity fits this intense area of perp research. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed over it?
I am also harassed over asphalt paving projects as well, and have even had the perps plaster my fridge wtih tar the day before an ashpalt paving job "happens" outside my window, that being the last residence, the rooming house with 80 square feet that was my own.
On my way to yoga this morning I had an ambulatory gangstalker on plastic wheeled tote duty, hauling a large grey one with a large blue one, and tailing me over this stretch of sidewalk that is half concrete and half asphalt. These same plastic wheeled totes are used to collect garbage in the opposite apartment's courtyard, and sometimes the gangstalker will even pack the tote container on his back, foregoing the use of the wheels most oddly. Ditto at gym class; the garbage pickup with a grey plastic wheeled tote is timed to occur when I am there, and most often passes in front of me on the stationary bicycles.
Two members of my gym class were on lead-ahead gangstalk duty after class, and they sure get a fast start, making for a longer catch-up time. One of them has a regular shift doing this stunt. And in the other case the perps planted a cyclist on the sidewalk between us, who then appeared to go elsewhere, only to "show up " a block away, just standing over her bicycle on the sidewalk in the familiar broadside pose, seemingly dumbstruck. It was at the location where there was a traffic constriction owing to the sidewalk rebuilding and the pouring of fresh concrete.
A third member of the gym class managed to arrive at the local supermarket ahead of me, with the bus or a vehicle being the only way she could of possibly passed me. Funny that she went past one supermarket and ended up at the one I went to.
There were the usual long trains of gangstalking vehicles on my 30 minute walk each way to the OB Rec. Center, 600 to 1,000 vehicles coordinated by color and vehicle type. There wasn't anything particularly outrageous save the number of vehicles that now turn the corner in my face, or right behind me.
I am getting more ambulatory gangstalkers on my transiting; there was one in a lead-ahead situation after doing some kind of bizarre send-off of his seeming girlfriend, each going in opposite directions; this dude had a red tennis racket that he just had to wave around as he walked. I caught up to him at the traffic controlled intersection and crossed the road so not to have him on my tail, and lo, he crossed the road by jaywalking so he could then again continue his racket waving act in front. And I can assume, the red metallic color of the tennis racket was duly planned, as there were plenty of metallic red gangstalking vehicles coursing about, though not at first when they put on more white and silver-grey colored vehicles.
2100h
The number of jaywalkers coincident jaywalkers has increased today; often they are crossing the road at the same time as I am, some 100' to 150' away at certain locations. In one location two jaywalkers were crossing the street, and one rudely in front of me (2' away), and the other no more than 8' behind me, effectively collecting the perp's energetic data from a 90 degree angle to my direction, and of course from crossing on the ashphalt onto the concrete sidewalk. And no less, the jaywalker looks at me as if I was the rude one; outrageous bullshit for cutting in front of someone, needing to get closer than normal social street-side interaction. Or, at least, that is my take on why the gangstalkers need to get in close after crossing at an unusual street location, especially when placing one in front of me, and the other behind in a tag team-like jaywalking pair. It is likely that this gangstalk pair also crossed over yesterday's poured concrete median for good reason. It is interesting to also note that I cannot figure out why they pulled the existing median out and put in a new one of identical form.
I also noticed more of what I call "Cheers-ing", the street act of gangstalkers "happening" to socially meet in my proximity, cluster together for a short while, and then split apart, often when I am getting closer. This can extend to an social interaction that might be expectable, e.g. common apartment dwellers, or to the absurd, where one clearly is not in the social orbit of the other, e.g. vagrants and well dressed women in high heels. There is also a clothing color component to this; experimenting by putting one color in front of the other, and then swapping araound. But as all this kind of activity has increased of late in my proximity, I regard all of it as staged and faked for some purpose. The interesting part of this is that it seems to be a test; placing incongrous types together and see if I notice.
I stopped in at the local supermarket on my way back from the gym, and was treated to a supreme freakshow at 1600h, a little early for the working person exodus, but that doesn't bother the perps anymore. I got the freaky and abhorent corded or dreadlocks hair in a ponytail on a dude in a suit, putting three demographics together; corded hair, ponytail and suit. Perhaps my mindkeepers are attempting demographic complexity, putting all the unfavored demographic defining criteria together in the body and clothing of a single gangstalker. And worse, the perps had me in a highly reactive state to these unfavored demographics and/or colors, which I can assume is from being jerked around by their mind-fuck games. I never knew I had such a vast array of unfavored demographics/colors/features until the perps started parading them around in front of me on a consistent basis, then the freakshow became more predictable.
I had at least five gangstalkers around me, passing by or on sentry duty when picking up the sprouted wheat tortillas, a few more than usual, as I nearly always get at least two posted at this section of the cooler. These are a brown colored sprouted wheat, and I am sure the color of them is the central reason for such a high gangstalker count on this one food item. One gangstalker was in a motorized wheelchair, seeming to have positioned himself in the corner and not be concerned as to how he would move forward. This was the sixth or seventh motorized wheelchair that was on me today, in keeping with Thursdays being a major gangstalking day owing to the above mentioned activities/outings. I cannot stand the sight of wheelchairs for some reason, and it might also be a factor in their prominence today, baiting me, as if I needed any more.
2235h
I have been the recipient of mild but persistent jabbing sensations in my ass and crotch area the entire day today. And no, it is not my underwear as I did not have this problem until the perps decided to escalate these sensations for me about four weeks ago.
The overhead rumbling noise has arrived to take me from musicland of YouTube to the act of blogging and winding up this posting for the night. These transitions, especially when wearing headphones (read, magnets at my ears), seem to be all important to the perps as they are keeping me in a densified electromagnetic field, having measured it once at 200 Gauss in 2002. I am sure it is much more than that, and my withered gums in my mouth seem to be the most obvious consequence. (Same for ionizing radiation, gamma rays and the like).
Time to call this one done for the day and blog off, and hope no more 10 hour sleeps are scripted for the morningtime sunlight games the perps pull.
I finished up my Thursday yoga class, now rescheduled for 1100h instead of 1130h, and walked through the residential street of North Park St. and lo, my regular military gangstalkers were there again, likely batting 0.700 each time I walk that street after yoga. As mentioned in past blog postings, there isn't a base within 5 miles, and yet they keep showing up there for sundry reasons. Sometimes it is shopping (white plastic bag in hand), smoking cigarettes outside of a house, or just plain streetwalking. Today, they turned the corner in their black civilian Nissan Altima (or like), proceeded W. bound on North Park, pulled a mid-street U-turn, drove through the empty parking stalls along the curb for 40', and then stopped at the curb 10' in front of me, and later got out of the vehicle, where a commercial laundry is. And of note, they have changed their time to be seen in this vicinity to coordinate with the changed time for the Thursday yoga class, just like last week.
I cannot imagine what they are doing here on a residential street in mid-day, far from their base, and undertaking sundry activities, making sure that I see them. And their timing is impeccable, always after yoga, no matter the end time, always on Thursdays. I usually go the entire week without seeing any military personnel, except in these once per week circumstances. That rather stunning consistency ought to be the last I hear of any clinical issues that are said to be causal by certain denier parties. Of course there won't be an opportunity to tell them as they are all so avoidant of getting into conversations that might disrupt their staged disbelief.
Anyhow, I got my usual ambulatory swarms after class, and there were four brown colored vehicles in my proximity immediately following a lead black colored vehicle. The first brown colored vehicle was the same as that of a brown Volvo once owned some 8 years ago, seemingly attempting some kind of color referencing/interaction leverage for the remaining brown colored vehicles. These nutters chasing me down with color coordinated gangstalkers, in both in vehicle form and ambulatory form, have a long way to go if I was to interpret their progress as to these games they put on.
During yoga class I also got my usual crumbs and other strange colored debris materializing around me; first a 1/4" diameter black crumb some 12" beside my blue-violet colored yoga mat, then some smaller brown crumbs followed, placed 2" from the mat, then later a 4" brown thread "arrived" on the mat, coming from nowhere as I don't have any garments that have this thread color. All my brown colored garments have been tossed out as they all developed accelerated wear and became unusable. Funny how that happens, and over four years later the perps are now getting "bold" in planting brown colored threads close to me for limited exposures, less than 20 minutes.
As with last week, there were two yoga class members who came late; one dude from last week who made his second class, (no excuse) and a large blonde woman coming to her first class. This guy came in a loud yellow T-shirt, and I can only assume that he is resuming the yellow colored clothing gangstalking that is widely apparent of late.
Yesterday, when arriving at my building at nightfall, around 1630h, the yellow shirted manager was outside talking to a white coated dude, and as soon as I arrived they split apart and the manager entered the building behind me and continued to follow me into the elevator. This time he put on the friendly and talkative schtick, having put on the didn't-know-me act for the most of the past six months. Go figure, but it is not the first time this alternating friendliness for no causal reason has been played. This is the same manager with whom I helped with moving fridges, cupboards and other items in the first week of residency in this apartment block. No big deal, all part of the "behaviorscape", meaning other's behavior, not mine.
There were the usual plasma and maser beams flitting around the yoga classroom just like last week, and like anywhere that I spend time. I swear I saw a plasma beam emanate from the instructor's torso and toward me, athough only a fleeting glance was allowed. She was in an all black outfit with a olive green shirt underneath. It was a high cut top, and there were no cleavage shows allowed, something the perps also like to manage for me for reasons that are unknown. And hence no coughing erupting just as I saw her cleavage like last week. If nothing else, it was a good workout and flexibility toning.
1730h
I am back from Thursday afternoon gym class, and my 30 minute walk in each direction to get to the OB Rec. Center. I had my usual parade of color coordinated gangstalkers doing their back-and-forths in front of me when on the stationary bicycle. There was an increase in the red shirted gangstalkers today, especially on the men. I got my one orange shirted gangstalker doing the "do-squats", as in nothing, and had at least four of them converging in constricting the aisleway when attempting to get by. Nothing new there, as well as the three time "visitor" to the signout board who took off after two visits and then "changed his mind" to take a stationary bicycle next to me. Funny how that works, having already positioned himself in my way once.
There were two newbies in the class today, and strangely, only one was introduced as new. This guy is named James, and he is the second person to join the class with that name, the first one lasting only two or three weeks before he dissapeared. It is most strange how there is a rotational basis to the class members when that attendance profile is discouraged. But as I view all events as scripted and organized well in advance, I operate under the notion that they are all operatives and are drawn from various demographic groups for their looks, size, bioenergetics and whatever else the perps have deemed to be of importance. Thankfully the gangstalking wasn't anywhere near as bad as last Thursday when they were pumped over the new yoga venue earlier in the day.
Two of the four street works or construction projects enroute were pouring concrete when I was on the return leg, 1530h to 1600h. Another had poured a concete median yesterday, as it wasn't there the day before. As the perps have a total obsession with presenting me with concrete trucks, concrete both unpoured and recently poured and varying ages of concrete, today's concrete pouring activity fits this intense area of perp research. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed over it?
I am also harassed over asphalt paving projects as well, and have even had the perps plaster my fridge wtih tar the day before an ashpalt paving job "happens" outside my window, that being the last residence, the rooming house with 80 square feet that was my own.
On my way to yoga this morning I had an ambulatory gangstalker on plastic wheeled tote duty, hauling a large grey one with a large blue one, and tailing me over this stretch of sidewalk that is half concrete and half asphalt. These same plastic wheeled totes are used to collect garbage in the opposite apartment's courtyard, and sometimes the gangstalker will even pack the tote container on his back, foregoing the use of the wheels most oddly. Ditto at gym class; the garbage pickup with a grey plastic wheeled tote is timed to occur when I am there, and most often passes in front of me on the stationary bicycles.
Two members of my gym class were on lead-ahead gangstalk duty after class, and they sure get a fast start, making for a longer catch-up time. One of them has a regular shift doing this stunt. And in the other case the perps planted a cyclist on the sidewalk between us, who then appeared to go elsewhere, only to "show up " a block away, just standing over her bicycle on the sidewalk in the familiar broadside pose, seemingly dumbstruck. It was at the location where there was a traffic constriction owing to the sidewalk rebuilding and the pouring of fresh concrete.
A third member of the gym class managed to arrive at the local supermarket ahead of me, with the bus or a vehicle being the only way she could of possibly passed me. Funny that she went past one supermarket and ended up at the one I went to.
There were the usual long trains of gangstalking vehicles on my 30 minute walk each way to the OB Rec. Center, 600 to 1,000 vehicles coordinated by color and vehicle type. There wasn't anything particularly outrageous save the number of vehicles that now turn the corner in my face, or right behind me.
I am getting more ambulatory gangstalkers on my transiting; there was one in a lead-ahead situation after doing some kind of bizarre send-off of his seeming girlfriend, each going in opposite directions; this dude had a red tennis racket that he just had to wave around as he walked. I caught up to him at the traffic controlled intersection and crossed the road so not to have him on my tail, and lo, he crossed the road by jaywalking so he could then again continue his racket waving act in front. And I can assume, the red metallic color of the tennis racket was duly planned, as there were plenty of metallic red gangstalking vehicles coursing about, though not at first when they put on more white and silver-grey colored vehicles.
2100h
The number of jaywalkers coincident jaywalkers has increased today; often they are crossing the road at the same time as I am, some 100' to 150' away at certain locations. In one location two jaywalkers were crossing the street, and one rudely in front of me (2' away), and the other no more than 8' behind me, effectively collecting the perp's energetic data from a 90 degree angle to my direction, and of course from crossing on the ashphalt onto the concrete sidewalk. And no less, the jaywalker looks at me as if I was the rude one; outrageous bullshit for cutting in front of someone, needing to get closer than normal social street-side interaction. Or, at least, that is my take on why the gangstalkers need to get in close after crossing at an unusual street location, especially when placing one in front of me, and the other behind in a tag team-like jaywalking pair. It is likely that this gangstalk pair also crossed over yesterday's poured concrete median for good reason. It is interesting to also note that I cannot figure out why they pulled the existing median out and put in a new one of identical form.
I also noticed more of what I call "Cheers-ing", the street act of gangstalkers "happening" to socially meet in my proximity, cluster together for a short while, and then split apart, often when I am getting closer. This can extend to an social interaction that might be expectable, e.g. common apartment dwellers, or to the absurd, where one clearly is not in the social orbit of the other, e.g. vagrants and well dressed women in high heels. There is also a clothing color component to this; experimenting by putting one color in front of the other, and then swapping araound. But as all this kind of activity has increased of late in my proximity, I regard all of it as staged and faked for some purpose. The interesting part of this is that it seems to be a test; placing incongrous types together and see if I notice.
I stopped in at the local supermarket on my way back from the gym, and was treated to a supreme freakshow at 1600h, a little early for the working person exodus, but that doesn't bother the perps anymore. I got the freaky and abhorent corded or dreadlocks hair in a ponytail on a dude in a suit, putting three demographics together; corded hair, ponytail and suit. Perhaps my mindkeepers are attempting demographic complexity, putting all the unfavored demographic defining criteria together in the body and clothing of a single gangstalker. And worse, the perps had me in a highly reactive state to these unfavored demographics and/or colors, which I can assume is from being jerked around by their mind-fuck games. I never knew I had such a vast array of unfavored demographics/colors/features until the perps started parading them around in front of me on a consistent basis, then the freakshow became more predictable.
I had at least five gangstalkers around me, passing by or on sentry duty when picking up the sprouted wheat tortillas, a few more than usual, as I nearly always get at least two posted at this section of the cooler. These are a brown colored sprouted wheat, and I am sure the color of them is the central reason for such a high gangstalker count on this one food item. One gangstalker was in a motorized wheelchair, seeming to have positioned himself in the corner and not be concerned as to how he would move forward. This was the sixth or seventh motorized wheelchair that was on me today, in keeping with Thursdays being a major gangstalking day owing to the above mentioned activities/outings. I cannot stand the sight of wheelchairs for some reason, and it might also be a factor in their prominence today, baiting me, as if I needed any more.
2235h
I have been the recipient of mild but persistent jabbing sensations in my ass and crotch area the entire day today. And no, it is not my underwear as I did not have this problem until the perps decided to escalate these sensations for me about four weeks ago.
The overhead rumbling noise has arrived to take me from musicland of YouTube to the act of blogging and winding up this posting for the night. These transitions, especially when wearing headphones (read, magnets at my ears), seem to be all important to the perps as they are keeping me in a densified electromagnetic field, having measured it once at 200 Gauss in 2002. I am sure it is much more than that, and my withered gums in my mouth seem to be the most obvious consequence. (Same for ionizing radiation, gamma rays and the like).
Time to call this one done for the day and blog off, and hope no more 10 hour sleeps are scripted for the morningtime sunlight games the perps pull.
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