Pitched Crumb Battles

1250h
I am getting a number of reboots, "self erupting", of my Yahoo mail, so time to start the daily list of adverse travails delivered by the relentless and insane tormentors. I know, seven years of life rape, and they are still pissing around with crumbs, and the faux crumbs that are really divots in the laminate counter and a new one on the oven handle (white, with a black divot in it).

The latest escalation in this tedious and ongoing skirmish over crumbs is the re-introduction of milled flaxseed into my breakfast diet. Back in 2006 when I gave up my vehicle, I also reduced my food sources to the local supermarket that has now served me in three residence locations. One of the items that couldn't be found was milled flaxseed, no big deal as I also add a tablespoon full of hemp seed (legal here) to my cereal. As it so happened, I "found" flaxseed when I was getting skunked on finding baking soda for the second time, and have begun adding it back into my breakfast cereal. Well, it is like no other flaxseed as it won't float free in the cereal bowl, but gets "stuck" on the bowl. Routine practice after eating cereal is to rinse the bowl out in advance of doing the dishes, but the new flaxseed particles won't lift off but stays stuck in a facade of some 100 or more small "crumbs" on the bowl surface. (Too many to individually chase down). Then when the cereal bowl is cleaned in soapy water with the other dishes, there are flaxseed crumbs still remaining after I scrub it extra hard, and even at that, the last few need to be manually removed after rinsing. What was formerly a no-problem food item has now become the lead jerkaround/escalation over the crumb fucking games the perps put me through each day.

The flaxseed crumbs are of a fine nature, and more than even the ground coffee crumbs which mysteriously erupt on the stove top (adjacent to making coffee), and those that also erupt on the drain mat after the dishes have dried. There is also a mysterious crumb accumulation in one of the cupboards where I keep the olive oil, and after getting jerked around with crumb games, (they somehow resist being carried down the drain with flowing water), I cleaned this dry crumb mess up. As soon as I did, an eruption of outside road noise, heavy duty vehicles and Harley motorcycles came on as I cleaned up this cupboard crumb mess that slowly accretes over months. They even showed me one of these crumbs teleporting in a few days ago, as if I didn't know how they got there, as there is nothing nearby that could create the spillage.

And the coup de gras of the crumb games is to create a spill on the counter near on of the crumb-like divots in the laminate counter, and then jerk me around into "thinking" the divot is a crumb, and an additional crumb is a divot. This dumbshit event (been there, done that) was duly accomplished by them flicking some of the ground coffee when making coffee from the spoonful onto the counter, and then having me clean it up with the kitchen sponge. There were three locations in fact; the crumb-divot area on the counter, and two on the white enamel stove top, one being a regular crumb deposition site. I never had any problem differentiating between the real crumbs and the faux crumb divots in the past, and all of a sudden such a misperception erupts as part of this arranged crumb confusion game. And what clinical explanation for that transitory event is there? And now that the sirens are going as I type this up, getting through my earmuffs no less, one can be sure this entire dissertation on fucking crumbs is of more interest to my tormentors than it is to me.

And more of the First Feral Family doings have unfolded today. My out-of-town brother, wife and child arrived yesterday afternoon, and no call from them. Then a call from my mother around noon time saying they are going out later to visit my father at the old folks home, and could I take the bus out later in the afternoon for family dinner? Fucking bizarre that is; no one phones for nearly 20 hours after their arrival, and then a request to later take the fucking city bus (freakshow), on a Saturday no less, when the bus schedule is much more sparse. The fact that I will be packing a bottle of wine from last September's excursion to the Okanagan maybe part of the perp excitement; having it take a longer duration journey to the First Feral Family than via getting picked up. The plan may change, but it all sounds so fucking hokey and exclusionary. I suspect they all go to to rehearsals for the scripted mind-fuck show that will be the First Feral Family dinner, hence this long familiar pattern of ignoring me for the first day when my out-of-town brother and family arrives.

Other jerkaround action today is to keep a mild smell of damp mildewy clothing up my nose, at least once every five minutes or more, and continuously for the past few hours. The window is open, and there is nothing that would be such a conventional smell source, as I am so fastidious about smell abatement and anything else that could be deemed as an excuse for olfactory perturbations. I am also getting the overhead rumbling noise through the earmuffs as I type this up, the 12" of concrete of the above ceiling/floor somehow can be selectively rumbled overhead, and can even be relocated to the kitchen or dining table if I am there.

So it looks to be a dull shut-in day until I take the city bus out to the First Feral Family dinner as mentioned above. Somehow, I "forgot" to cash my paycheck this morning from the cleaning job last night, and it is still in my wallet. I suppose the perps might be dithering me so I end up cashing two paychecks together; the strangely delayed one from berry picking and the one I presently have. It is very common that similar activities are combined into one visitation event, in this case to the ATM. The perps like to create events where there is more repitition and quantity of the same activity. In this way, they can better deduce what neural activities are consistent, and what are situational and dependent on the paycheck source, paycheck color and the rest of the minutae of variables they find so fascinating, and need to manipulate.

Other perp action today has been to add plasma beams, often of red hues, to sit over the keyboard, be displayed over the LCD screen I am using as I type, and in my peripherial vision where they first like to test these various colors and perturbations. They even had a red plasma beam in my shoe last night as I took off my socks, and before the sock was placed in it. (Where I keep socks if used but not needing laundering). It was accompanied by a red plasma flash beforehand, over my jeans, and another one afterward, somewhere in the room. Normally the perps put on a blue plasma display from dark corners and other locations, so it was most odd to see red plasma lighting up the inside of my shoe.

And a new jerkaround to go with eating blueberries. While eating the blueberries, and in my mouth, they will partially open my lips and then have a blueberry squirt out its juice some 10" or so, even if my teeth aren't bearing down on a blueberry at that particular moment. I suspect that the perps' mouth contents squirting games will intensify because eating food, in all its textures, colors and dynamic nature, is something the perps cannot get a handle on. This is evidenced by the many ambulatory gangstalkers with their mouth contents exposed, eating food, spitting or otherwise facilitating mouth access in my proximity. The all time dumbshit stunt of this type was having a trail of barf in mid-day on the sidewalk that went on for 300' or so, culminating at a queasy looking native Indian stretched out on a bench seat. So yes, mouth contents, only being a 1/2" away from one's brain, the focus of realtime remote study, is an exceedingly intractable study area the perps have not yet fully modelled, and thereby expedite their mind-fuck research/abuse games.

Taken 06-23-2009, 1836h. Some intersection action, this time blue color games with red and brown vehicles on the side. The street passing from left to right has two deep red vehicles with a two-tone light brown pickup between them, a parked deep brown Volvo 244, and a silver-grey parked vehicle, usually as a reference. And then, on the street on the left, passing from the foreground to the top of the frame, there is a cluster of blue vehicles, possibly using the blue awning as a reference. There are three mid-tone blue vehicles on the left side of this street section; two are alternately parked with two silver-grey vehicles in file, and the third mid-tone blue vehicle in motion with a light metallic blue vehicle preceding it, ready to make a right turn.












A close up the light metallic blue mini-van making a right turn, and the above mentioned alternate alignment of the mid-blue parked vehicles with silver-grey vehicles (two of each), and the mid-blue vehicle approaching the stopline, maybe stopped.












But we need to add more blue from the other direction, said the torment-master, and so it was thus that a mid-blue vehicle came from the left side and is passing in front of the three same color blue vehicles (two parked, one is stopped), and too, we need a grey-scale reference, and so one from the opposite direction was arranged to cross paths in the center of the intersection. The orthogonal deep metallic red vehicles parked also seem to serve as some kind of red reference as part of this decidedly more complex confluence of blues, silver-greys and reds, with some earlier brown vehicle action. Another light metallic blue and a silver-grey pair (a Volvo 245 like I owned for 15 years) are parked left-most, likely as a fixed reference in the orthogonal direction for the light metallic blue vehicle that took the corner, shown above.












And a final silver-grey vehicle to pass straight through the intersection, with another vehicle in the opposite direction, hidden by the tree (seems to be a white vehicle, or silver-grey, both greyscale colors by the definition I use). And a final Fuckwit in dark blue jeans and white gets to take the corner with his bicycle. No wonder I don't stand out too long when taking photos as the arrangements keep coming on.












That should be a wrap for this rather dull shut-in day, getting me primed for a later First Feral Family dinner tonight, city bus freakshow mandatory. The perps like to keep me in and then go out late in the day, hence the now-former part time eveningtime cleaning job at a local car dealership. These same patterns keep emerging, and I am always open to hear about other patterns readers may detect in these postings.

2015h
I took the city bus to the First Feral Family home, and my sister-in-law and daughter were there. My brother and mother were still out. Later they arrived, but the entire dinner was straight out of the perp's playbook; delay it by 1.5 hours to increase the hunger level, save for the child who eats first while watching TV, and even gets to throw some of the food around the living room. (Aged 4). Resident freaks on the city bus trip were a blondified male with tattoos on his bare arms, a very large woman in red, and a woman who came on with the same color of top that I was wearing, a powder blue. The freak count was on the low side for a city bus trip, but as this is a long weekend, perhaps the perp fuckover games are also muted.

I sensed the exchange between brother and sister-in-law was on the testy side, and it seems there isn't the cooperation there was, but more of a mutal challenge between them. I wonder if the perps govern their relationship, or at least monitor it. It seems clear that the perps don't do anything to help them, but to leave things as they are, even if on a downward trajectory. It is all too curious, and too, it could be faked just for me. I haven't figured this one out yet; for them, or for other relationships among the First Feral Family.

Anyhow, I did some gardening work, ensuring the composts were kept watered, which might have been all part of the script as the perps are totally beserk about composting. Ms. C of the story did a Master Composter course as part of her gardening schtick, which seemed to have represented a genuine interest at the time. Anyhow, I get plenty of elevated noisestalking when attending to compost piles, be it re-digging them or otherwise tending to their construction or maturation. That included aircraft noise tonight; at least five flyovers while attending to the compost and reading the newspaper outside, some 40 minutes in all. One flyover was totally out of sync; helicopter noise with a jet aircraft above. It is time this dumbshit bullshit ended.

Other dumbshit bullshit was getting a ride from myh in-town-brother back to my place; he made out he forget his cell phone and then did a U-turn to head back and lo, if he didn't remember within a minute or so that he had the cell phone in his pocket and reversed yet again. I told him he didn't have to change the route the second time as he was still pointed in a direction that took me back to my place. I got a blow-off excuse as to why he did this, and then I mentioned that this was the identical move that the fucking gangstalkers pull on me all the time, and why he found it so fucking funny. From then on, all I got from him was diversionary talk about his garage sale exploits, and then later his interest in relationships, with me doing most of the talking about unilateral reneging on implicit agreements. I had enough about that bullshit, and it seemed that we had the same complaint about spouses; taking us sideways without involving the other party in a decision reversal. Funny how I keep "finding" the same behaviour pattern, Ms. C and the ex as one example.

A restless feet episode means I will have to cease blogging for awhile.

An Eleven Hour Sleep

1645h
I did have relatively undisrupted sleep, save for a run of loud mufflered vehicles, Harley motorcycle noise, bus noise and heavy duty vehicle noise, the usual foursome of outside arranged noises, sometime early this morning. As usual, it is an equal head side opportunity; five minutes of noise with finger in the ear blocking on my left side, then my right side, and repeat, at least twice more.

The biggest surprise was to wake up at 1000h, meaning that I slept some 11 hours, and meaning someone manipulated my sleep duration IMHO, as there was no reason to sleep an extra three hours last night. All this seemed to be for creating a compact morning, as I had yoga at 1130h, and so my breakfast was hurried some, along with foreshortening the bathroom routine by not doing the usual full-frontal shave, only my face.

Yoga seems to be an integral part of the gangstalking and harassment show; all that stretching and twisting of one's spine brings out new remotely detectable energies, and the perps' quest is to first detect them by remote means, but also be able to apply them elsewhere, say back in my apartment where I have resided since yoga. It is no secret that the perps' operatives all do extra back stretching and twisting for no apparent reason, and will often combine this with walking an orthogonal path, taking right angle turns. Additionally, they often have their mouth contents exposed in some way during these manouvres.

So yes, there are plenty of masers and plasma beams flitting about the yoga classroom (moved within the building again with no notice), and in addition, crumbs "arrive" beside my mat, and today, it seemed to made of lint, very much like that from last week's lint battle with the assholes. The shirt I was wearing was from that same fated laundry load, but mysteriously, it did not get linted. The usual track pants I wear at yoga did get linted, and I had to take them into a local drycleaner, one that happens to be located on the very route walking to yoga, all of 10 minutes away. And so, I wore my black fleece tight pants, fleece on the inside, smooth on the outside, and I suppose this was all part of the games that ensued.

I had three stare-at-me and one on-crosswalk-run-at-me event in getting to yoga and back. Of course there was the freakshow gangstalkers, and one of the motorized wheelchair operatives tailed me for two blocks before speeding ahead, about the only way to pass me in my usual fast walk on a sidewalk. Which begs the question, why didn't this fucker pass me at the outset instead of lingering behind me for two blocks? Another question for which there isn't an answer, but it was at least the third such wheelchair gangstalker of the short walk. Regular readers will know that I cannot stand the sight of wheelchairs, and also know that the perps draw from this Unfavored demographic group more than would be normal. How I got such an aversion to wheelchairs and any clinical setting is not known to me, but suffice to say, another party knows this in all its detail, and routinely presents gangstalkers and related imagery around this theme.

In walking to yoga I had another unique event; three young adults were standing together at a corner, next to the end of the crosswalk opposite me, and they each had red colored binders with them. It seemed to be a street canvassing effort, not unexpected as there is an election in less than two weeks. When I began to set across the crosswalk, the three of them split up, one walking toward me, the other headed to the other crosswalk, and the other went between them, and presumably stopped at the curb. I haven't had anything so obviously set up as this before, three apparent canvassers splitting apart. I often get the faux canvassers outside the supermarket with their white color binders, and I assume there are there for before and after energetics interactions, along with the plastic cover of the binder.

The third stare-at-me was in yoga, where some large fat babe was putting on the stare, seeming to have just finished when I was allowed to find out about it. For the record, I did ask my doctor about six months ago if there was any reason to be stared at, and he said there wasn't. And it is most odd to get the stare while entering the elevator, the second such event in the last week; this time it was the blonde dude who seems to have no end of time on his hands, and is normally very tense and uncommunicative. Today, he put on the extra friendly act, like we were old time residents of this apartment block.

The return leg of my yoga visitation also came with the freakshow gangstalkers, and seemed to have a yellow color focus. And it was this very event when they put on a yellow eyed gangstalker for me to see some months ago. Today, it was just yellow coats and DHL trucks with the clown-like driver uniform on yellow color duty. This time it was an Asian dude in the DHL outfit, and only a half block further, they put on a seen-before native Indian gangstalker lounging against a building, who then spat across the width of the sidewalk some 10' in front of me, before I walked past the asshole. It would seem that this was another case of mouth contents exposure, this time arranged for me to pass through the arc of his projected spit. And it was an improbable spit; only a 1/4" or less in diameter, and somehow it made a perfect 4' arc across the sidewalk.

As far as I can tell, owing to the dearth of telephone or email, I seem to be under some kind of incommicado order; I phoned two potential employers yesterday who only want able bodies for general laboring work, and still no responses today. Even my case counsellor is in on the act; I left a message some four days ago about any possibility of there being a program for eyewear reimbursement for us "poor folk", and still no message. Fucking bizarre.

1810h
Picture time again, these from the week 09-15 to 09-22, 2008, when I was on a driving excursion with my parents, as they don't like to drive much. I took them on a week's outing to visit family in Kamloops, and then to the south Okanagan to visit wineries. Then I drove all the way back from Osooyos to Vancouver, BC in one day, stopping for lunch in Manning Park. We stayed in Richmond on 09-21-2008 to then give us a close-in stay to the Ikea nearby on the next day. These parking lot pictures are from 09021-2008, and the demonstrated the shear magnitude for how prepared the perps are in arranging parked vehicle colors around me. Seemingly, we made arrangements only on the spur of the moment, about an hour before arriving at the motel, but the degree of arranged vehicles as well as my accompanying vehicular gangstalking posse suggested that really wasn't as spontaneous as it seemed. Which is what I contend, every instant of my existence is arranged, even if the assholes put on a script to suggest the choice of hotel was on the fly.

Taken 09-21-2008, through the windshield of my parent's Ford Escape while waiting for my mother to complete the check-in. Here we have one silver-grey vehicle on the immediate left, a mid-grey or a blue minivan next to it (I cannot tell for sure), then three white colored vehicles, a space, then a deep red colored, vehicle, then a white vehicle, then a same colored deep red colored vehicle past it on the far right side. The light is soft owing to windshield reflections, another highly governed condition.













Then, around the back where we had our suite, was another arranged contingent IMHO. A deep red vehicle on the far left, my parent's silver-grey (with a very light brown tinge) Ford Escape, a mid-grey minivan, then two white colored vehicles, and a typical silver-grey vehicle.












Showing the left end of this array, an additional silver-grey vehicle to the left of the deep red colored minivan.














This same parking lot, at the same time, 1444h, and in the shade of the motel, (front to back) two more silver-grey vehicles, a deep red colored pickup truck, a black vehicle, a likely dark green minivan, three more silver-grey vehicles, a cherrry red vehicle, and a black, dark red and a white vehicle past it. The right side of the parking lot in this shot has some arranged vehicle color symmetry, but I will leave it without comment.














Onto the next day, 09-22-2008, 0803h:35sec., and the same parking vehicles around my parent's Ford Escape as above, but some extra action in the background on the street. There is an individual walking along with the ridiculous characteristic high arm swing just like the gangstalkers in this town. The parking lot across the street is highly arranged with clusters of silver-grey and white colored vehicles, the odd red color vehicle, and a few vehicles in blue. On the street, a black colored vehicle is in motion and just past the gangstalker, and a seeming blue colored vehicle is parked in front of it.












Taken three seconds later, 09-22-2008, 0803h:38sec., the above mentioned black vehicle in motion on the street has passed by and is nearly out of the frame, passing by a mid-grey vehicle on the left, a second black vehicle is following the first one. And note, a black parked vehicle sits in the far parking lot.












Off the street, and the parking lot shot on 09-22-2008, a mixture of reds among the whites, silver-grey vehicles and a blue one in the foreground and a dark green one.












The next day at my apartment, 09-23-2008, a "welcome back party" on the street outside IMHO. The dudes are going back into the twin 30" shit pipes they dug up and laid down last year. I cannot recall if I had taken a shit by then after a week away or not, but all three shits that I took on excursion "somehow" blocked the toilets at two locations. On the road leading away into the background on the left, they have a tractor-trailer with some kind of vacuum and steam supply, and they are blowing steam out the manhole cover further into the background, near another service vehicle facing the wrong direction. They even put on a "ladder patrol" vehicle opposite, the ubiquitous ladder packing white trades van, the ladder stringers being red, yellow or wood.












A zoom in shot of the vacuum and steam show, nothing too spectacular about this. Those same dayglo orange traffic lane markers were outside out motel room the previous night, ostensibly to mark off the "reserved" spot for the white bus that was already there. At other times, these same traffic lane markers have been sitting on the sidewalk near my downtown waiting location for the summertime crew bus, and don't get stolen, but was in place at least three successive days.













That is it for pictures for a while, as it seems that the vehicular games outside are rather muted of late, and I always "forget" to take the camera out onto the street nowadays.

2100h
i just did a short eveningtime grocery shopping. They once had me on this back until 2006, and then stopped me. That is, I was allowed to remember all that I went into the store for. Now, my shopping list recall is sketchy at best, and so these evening bail-out shoppings are becoming more frequent, and all the more so with earlier dusk onset. I had some freaks, red jackets, a blonde giving me the stare, and a few others that needed to tail me in lead-ahead mode.

But, I "needed" chocolate again, that elixir the perps like me to have so much, and predictably, had me eat with tea after I got back. While the flavors were dissapating in my mouth, the hallway voicestalking started up. These are conversations that erupt in the hallway outside my door, or even from outside. Generally, I never actually hear the individual words, and often they are in a foreign language in any event. Just another example of never being alone; even a small pleasure such as quality chocolate melting in one's mouth gets noisestalked in some capacity.

I got a comment from another TI who tells it like it is. He provides a credible introduction to being harassed and gangstalked, and if any of the dissenters are reading this, perhaps they would read his story and determine how it could the same thing in its detail possibly happen to someone else, except by targeted harassment and orchestration of their life.

2210h
And I am now attempting to put a resume together, and am faced with the task of explaining in terse text exactly what I have been doing over the past six years. Such a conumdrum; do I call it "medical leave", or get right down to brass tacks and call it "imposed unemployment". Or should I say something like "self indulgent leave for bookmarking my wish lists", especially while coordinated noises go off at the same moment that I bookmark a website. I noticed that the career counsellor wasn't too interested when I told her in only summary terms as to what has transpired over the past six years of no work, and she really didn't have an answer for me as to how to explain it away. The perps have moved me into a career quandry over the past two weeks; all the laboring jobs and leads have vaporized, and then they began exposing me to computer systems job postings like I once had. Now the latter has taken some imposed importance, and so this resume problem that they have put me into. All I wanted was to be able to go to the northern Alberta oil patch and score a huge paying job, and to be left alone of course, but that isn't going to happen.

2245h
Enough of flailing at resume; I even had to look at my old business cards to recall what my position was named at the time. This would be something else I wouldn't ordinarily forget, but with these assholes probing every corner of my brain, and succeeding at hacking my recall in 2006-7, I must use props to know about myself. Fucking sick, and it will never be forgiven if I have anything to deal with this.

Mouth Contents are Under Investigation

1010h
A rare post-breakfast recounting of harassment games while eating breakfast and my shower, shave and dental hygeine routine. I eat one slice of a gluten-free flax and sunflowerseed bread with my peanut butter and jam every morning. Today, after the dishes were done, while 12' away in the bathroom, the perps planted some flaxseed on my towel just ahead of where I was to grasp it. Then another flaxseed "showed up" in the sink a few minutes later. These are a deep brown color, and that may have been the reason for these materializing from nowhere, as they hadn't been inadvertently carried there by any means I was aware of.

Another game that became more systematic this morning was the perps packing food inside of my mouth on the outside of my gums. This stunt is routine for every meal, and it appears to be a sample of food to cause delayed onset of food digestion. My awareness of the outer gum packed food is controlled by the perps; it could be as 30 seconds, or hours later when I am let in on the presence of this food. At breakfast, the outer gum food packing was made known to me within short order, and each time I moved some food with my tongue from the outside of my gums to the inside of my mouth, an outside noise went off as the food crossed over and under my teeth. That is correct; the perps are actively controlling the distribution of food in my mouth, and are now setting up more structured and repetitive coincident noisestalking events as the food crosses my teeth. The type of noises varied from heavy duty vehicles passing by, backup beepers, squealing seagulls, dog barks etc. but each time it was simultaneous with food movement in my mouth unobservable to anyone watching me.

And it was clear that the food was also made to linger longer on the roof of my mouth, and that the imbibing of coffee was simplified so that there was no permitted tongue movement of the food as it was washed over with coffee. Later, all the outside noise went into an all-quiet state while eating chocolate, and I can only assume this was a huge brown color test event, as one's mouth and throat are very close to the brain structures the perps have such an abiding interest in, especially as it relates to that obsession of theirs, the color brown.

Other breakfast and dental hygeine routines were also disrupted this morning, although no big penalty in this, save a momentary piss-off.

Another new introduced noise this morning was an ongoing whine, like a siren but with no variation of pitch or sound cycling. As it "so happens", the major roadworks job at View and Vancouver Streets for locals has now moved upstreet and they are cutting the asphalt surface down the center, coming toward where I live. This faint ongoing siren-like whine went on for 40 minutes and "somehow" got through my hearing protective ear muffs.

1905h
This being Thursday, this is the yoga and gym day, and is usually fraught with extra gangstalking and other stunts. But today, they moved the yoga class some two blocks N. to a new venue as well as making it earlier by 30 minutes. It would seem that the rescheduled time is to allow about the same interval duration between the two events. Or at least, that is my take on what the perps are up to.

And true to form, when at a new location with a group, I am either the first one or the last one to arrive, and this case it was the former. The instructor came 10 minutes later, and the "yoga pal" (male) from two days ago whom I "happened" to meet on the street, a regular, came 10 minutes after her.

As usual, there was the full complement of plasma and maser beams flitting around the room and coming from all locations. In addition, there was the color and object augmentations; a 8'x4' green chalkboard was against one wall, a stack of brown 5'x4' flat cardboard boxes on another wall, and there were a few more red and yellow color reference objects in place along the walls.

We were well into yoga practice when my least favorite yogi goof came to join the session some 10 minutes later. This the yappy, fat and flake-out dude who also "happened" to hound me at the former Tuesday yoga at a different venue, and just when I thought I had seen the last of this idiot/disrupting operative on Thursdays, he "happens" to show up on the first day at the new venue. He took at least 10 minutes of farting around to get onto his mat; changing in the adjoining bathroom, plastic bag scrunching, coughing in the adjoining bathroom, coughing all the more in the yoga classroom, groaning and the rest of his noise repetoire was all part of the "settle in" time before he got going, positioning himself on my left side. Many of these noises were planted while I was doing stretches of my back or legs, effectively noisestalking while my spine was flexed or else I was in poses.

It was one female instructor with three male students by now, and then a new student shows up, someone I hadn't seen in this class before. He took five minutes to go through his noisemaking to "settle in", this time on my right side with an avocado colored mat, one he must of brought himself. He too launched into some pointless yapping with the instructor, so I had one of these fuckers yapping from either side of me. And it should be noted that the instructor is always abundantly clear, this coming from one who has plenty of adversity when taking verbal instructions.

Now, one female instructor and four male students, and this might be the way it will go from now on, using the start time change to purge the female class members. It should be interesting, as this room doesn't offer the windows to the street which was always a big (perp) feature of the last location. There, various colored vehicles could be planted in my line of sight, and they were invariably the color of objects in the room. And also, there were no end of light flashes on the walls in the last yoga classroom, being made to appear that they were coming from the myriad vehicles passing by outside.

It is near impossible to miss the instructor's cleavage when she is in a forward facing pose, and each time I happened to look, one of my yoga stalkers managed to cough at that exact moment of visual cognition. There were at least three such "coincidences" like this, which told me the new dude in the class was totally primed for gangstalking.

With one male class member on either side of me, and their mats were offset 2' behind mine, it meant that I got the smelly feet routine, likely introduced by way of perp fuckery, one pair from either side. Their feet were aligned at about where my head was when lying down, surely a tip-off of the perp's foot fetish fixations.

Given that the perps manage the cornflake distribution in my cereal bowl every morning, and the planting of crumbs everywhere they chose, no matter how absurd, it doesn't take much to figure out that this change of the Thursday yoga venue was a huge deal for them. And as part of it, before other class members arrived, I got "blonded", a term I use to describe the perp practice of planting an attractive blonde female within my proximity at new locations or venues, usually in an introductory capacity. A blonde staff member of the building came with the yoga coordinator for whatever purpose, to stand in the doorway and be seen is all that it appeared to be. I don't claim to know what the perp's rationale for strategically planting blondes wherever I go, or beside the unfavored demographic group members, and I characterize this as supplying "blonde aura".

It is no secret in these blogs that the perps attach great importance to planting beings, people, colors, objects or materials around me that I either like, or loathe, and often in the same view adjacent to each other. So if the long haired middle aged male vagrant (four unfavored demographic groups there) pushing his shopping cart toward me can be spatially aligned in my sight with an attractive blonde woman behind him, even if 10' or more, but arranged to be "stacked", then the perps will do this.

Much of the perp's activity is to mix these unfavored demographic members with favored demographic features; today, the largest blonde woman came back into gym class, the "large" or obese as it is, being an unfavored demographic, and the blonde hair being a favored demographic feature. And so it goes, in both yoga and gym classes.

I did a 20 minute walk to yoga this morning, and a 30 minute to gym class in the afternoon. I also got many more freakshows today, mostly on the street, but a few at the gym as well. I had a crimson red poncho-ed woman follow me at least 300' over one block, and when she caught up to me at the pedestrian traffic control, and I was muttering under my breath as to this blatant following job, she rolls her eyes at me, and I know she did not hear me say anything, and she did not know (theoretically) that it was in relation to this unusual coincidence in seeing her again. It is an example of managed "coincidental" eye contact, even from those who I don't expect it from; the (faux) vagrants to the checkout cashiers who make an effort to not look at me when we pass by each other on the street, and who later give me a flirtatious glance. Managed eye contact, and likely down to the last thousandth of a second. And believe me, I do nothing to attract attention if I have any say in the matter.

Another stunt as part of today's harassment escalation took place at the gym; someone wanted to use the bicycle that I was on, when there was another two availible, claiming that he signed on for the one I was using. A total jerkaround show, instignating confrontation when the signing board is next to the stationary bicycles, and picking one that was in use. Very few people seem to sign up when there are others availible. He got into a big harangue over this, and it would seem that this was a stunt to incur my vocalization, conversing with this asshole, as if parading gangstalkers around me for the entire free gym period isn't enough fucking with my life.

Other events of today's freakshow appeared to be attaining more complexity, usually in clothing and skin colors, and hence even more freakish at times. I walked past a black pickup that was parked in a stall of parallel street parking, and the box was loaded up with broken cedar laths, a table with a finished surface, and a sheet of particle board. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps have a total obsession with me being exposed to wood products, and lo, if the perps didn't add some extra complexity by having two native Indians outside the vehicle, who then got in it as I was passing by. It was S. bound facing when parked, and lo, within a block, it was N. bound passing me by on the street. In perp fixation terms, where they go beserk over the color brown, and usually are "wood stalking" me early in my outings, this was a very complex arrangement, as this would of included brown colored skin, another key variant of interest they have with the color brown.

And to replicate this in part, when I got back to my apartment after yoga, there was a setup of three East Indians appearing to be moving out of the building; their furniture tumbled out of the elevator that was now working after a two week shutdown. There was a wood table and base, a plastic drawer set like the one I have, and anothe item I cannot recall. Additionally, there was an East Indian patrolling around the UHaul van parked outside on the street. Not a big deal, and it was even close to the month end to have a decent cover story to it.

In another more complex arrangement a red and white Vespa was parked inside a closed pizza store with red and white checkerboard tiles and same color themed decor. It was visible through the storefront window, and it would seem that the normally outside vehicle was being "mixed in" with interior furnishings.

I also got my military dressed gangstalker after yoga today, just "happening" to be walking in a residential area, the same street as all the rest of them, post-yoga. There is about a 0.6 probability of seeing a military dressed gangstalker on this same street at this juncture on Thursdays. Explain that one for all you clinical cling-ons, and there isn't a base around for 5 miles.

There were the usual 600 to 1,000 vehicles on my city transiting today, an excessive amount by any standard for anyone who knows this city. This is about the usual number of color and size coordinated vehicles when I walk this route, and it would seem that most of the parked vehicles are similarly arranged down all the side streets. After the initial flush of white, silver-grey, black and mid-grey vehicles, there were strings of three red vehicles more than once, or sometimes arranged at all possible orientations at the traffic controlled intersections. Once they got over that, there was a decided push on the color yellow. The school buses were on duty; one outside the gym class building disgorged at least 40 dudes with gear bags and baseball bats (strangely), and owing their impeccable timing, coming from the opposite direction, I was obliged to join their line as the entryway to the recreation center had been constricted down to one door, as a vacuum truck had been set up in front of the other entrance door. Perfect stalking; forcing me to join a line of egressing yellow bus passengers and keeping me from paralleling or taking my own route into the building. At least one of the throng made sure to cross in front of me after I had entered the building, as all the bat packing dudes took a route to the left, and I to the right. That wasn't good enough, I had to be gangstalked by at least one of them that had no apparent reason to get in front of me.

The new yoga venue notices were up and placed outside as well as inside the building, and lo, if they weren't yellow too. More of the gangstalkers are packing paper around with them; colored envelopes as if they were going to post them, clipboards and now even newspapers. This seems to be the newest reference material, now joining wood in that capacity. There is the perp's practice of color referencing with paper, but also there is appears to be additional importance attached to the material itself.

The yoga instructor was wearing a yellow top over a burgundy red one today, a combination that I have seen her wear before, and I can only assume that seeing her shapely form in association of these two perp problem colors can only enhance their agenda, akin to the "blonde auric goodness" mentioned above.

In another well planned event, the perps trained a surveyor's laser level on my eyes at one of their construction sites, mentioned below. I was making a rare N. to S. crossing of this street to return to my apartment after gym, which wouldn't of happened if the sidewalk hadn't been ripped up for a short block length, and I saw this intense red pulsing light from 120' away. And lo, if it wasn't an "unattended" surveyor's laser level trained on me, covering me for the 30' of the crosswalk. It is fucking outrageous that I cannot be allowed to cross a street without being fucked by abusive assholes who have created the entire problem by maintaining their nonconsensual human experimentation without seeking cooperation.

The incidence of roadworks on my walking beat today was increased by at least one; there were three jobs that are currently in construction on my way to OB Rec. Center, and all are involved in extensive digging and placement of new concrete and asphalt curbs, sidewalks and road surfaces. Just when I thought that was plenty, they have added a new job closer to the recreation center, and are breaking up the concrete and soil road median, and have cut off the tree branches to leave only 4' tall stumps that will also be taken out. It seems to be a perp objective, to desecrate trees in my proximity, as well as pursue whatever other objectives that relate to soil, concrete and asphalt. At least one job appears to be totally needless, making an infrequently used pedestrian crossing with a larger concrete sidewalk area at an uncontrolled intersection.

An additional member of this construction is the demolition of a never used house that is on the hospital corner. That makes for a total of five road and public works projects on my walking beat. Again, I have no idea as to what this is intended to accomplish for the perps, and it even seems that digging a hole to plant a tree at my parent's place, per past blog postings, is part of this set of perp harassment objectives.

As part of the above mentioned road projects there were two major constrictions of vehicular traffic. In one case, a three-lane major one way thoroughfare was reduced to one through lane, and in another instance, a four lane bidirectional road was reduced to one lane each way, both on one side of the normal four lane configuration. In the latter case, the traffic was routed to the S. side, the one I was walking beside, and lo, if the perps didn't plant a silver-grey Audi TT at that constriction point, coming through beside me. I think this is one of the most elegant and enticing sports car designs going, and it is likely it was placed to be close by as I was adjacent to the through lane. As mentioned above, the perps have a particularly strong need to place desired or liked designs, colors, hair colors and favored demographic members in my proximity, and this would likely be another instance. Another component of this re-routing of two way traffic on the former single direction side appears to be the perp's interests in making some kind of determination, measurement or correlation between me and the direction dependent energetic properties of the passing vehicles and roadway. It was interesting that a two way road and a one way road were both "happening" today, raising possible comparison reasons, at each end of my transiting, taking the same route there and back.

The current perp obsession in bringing over Japanese left-hand drive vehicles continues, and it may well factor into this anisotrophy (different physical properties in differing directions) study they are conducting. It does not surprise me that there has been some major road artery closures in the western US and Canada this year.

Onto a strange topic; last night's dreams were about some kind of alien tribe, or groupthat weren't terribly different from humans, though there was some way I could tell. It is all very odd, and like most dreams, I am sure it was planted, and I am permitted to recall only the general concept. And no, I hadn't been reading about aliens or abductions the night before, and haven't read much of this topic of late, being seduced by 1960's video footage of the Rolling Stones, Elvis Presley and other performers.

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Time to call this busy day done and hope that the perps can chill out and leave me alone, though the prognosis isn't good, as I am due to attend to the spreadsheet woes again.