Today I went to morning mass at the monastery. The perps were waiting for me with baited breath. But I really like this place. They burn incense at each mass and I love that stuff. It’s a beautiful monastery on a California vista with views to the ocean, very peaceful. And the homilies are good. I like this place.
They actually have a rule about not talking before and after mass and turning off cellphones during mass. But of course the semi-retarded perps cannot manage to follow these rules. During mass today I was treated to stalking harassment, blocking harassment, non-stop forced coughing harassment, mimicking harassment (including nose picking/blowing by the monk who served me communion), gesture harassment, noise harassment (high heels on tile, folding chairs after mass, a man w/ a walker that sounded like it was going to completely come apart at any second). Harassment also included ariel w/ multiple aircraft flying low over the church and directly in view behind the priest through a church window. Also directed conversation from a visiting priest from Kansas, who made a reference to the summer of 2012 in his homily. I knew it was coming, I just posted about the summer of 2012 in my blog last night. That’s when my targeting became overt and severe. During the homily tears started streaming down my face and I had no control over it, I just let them flow. It actually felt good in a way. I really don’t cry that often and sometimes I wish I could but I’m not able.
After church I went for a walk at the beach. It was actually a really clear beautiful day, although some light fog started to roll in half way through my walk which is unusual in the afternoon. At the beach I experienced blocking harassment, gesture harassment, stalking harassment, synchronized harassment, ariel harassment, noise harassment, color harassment/ sensitization, mimicking harassment, crowding, directed conversation, innuendo, and street theater.
As I passed a blonde Mom and her 2 young kids on the sand she stated loudly “Look at this fog rolling in, that’s crazy!”. A Dad and his young son passed me earlier and the little boy said loudly, “It’s sounds crazy but it’s real.” Later 3 young girls caught me off guard and videotaped me. Another girl stood facing them and waited for me to pass behind her. As soon as I did the other girls started recording her prancing around in front of me as I walked. When I realized what was happening I pulled out my cell cam to take their pic. The girl who was filming then abruptly stated “got it” and stopped filming, at which point they all went into a huddle and hid their faces to watch the vid. I could see their parents sitting far back on the sand. I always look at the parents because they are the ones who put them up to it.
Last week on this same walk I got mimicking harassment by someone trying to juggle in front of me and a young surfer learning “pop-ups” on a board on the sand (2 skills the perps know I have been trying to learn for fun). Noise harassment last week included someone repeatedly playing a bagpipe near me, one time persistently following me for a stretch.