Not much warm weather until today and yesterday, this winter/spring. So with two good days in succession, it was prudent to get on with garden maintenance chores at my perp-abetting mother's place. A small source of income, though not much, as it depends on her batty whims. Though in fact, I suspect this is the act to keep me FUD-bound, as there was one time in 2003 when I was staying there temporarily. This was in the morning, before getting up, and she was totally on top of it, telling them they were fucking up, and that I was awake. How she knew that was also a mystery, as my door was closed, as was hers, and she made no observations, not having got out of bed yet. At that moment there was someone clunking in the attic, and given that the only known conventional way to get there is through the hatch in one of her bedroom closets, which would make much more noise. The attic noise was coming from some 10' from the hatch opening, and it is 15" deep of fiberglas batting/chips, so conventionally getting there without making noise was highly unlikely. So after telling them out loud that I was awake and inferring that the clunking operative in the attic was giving away his position, the noise stopped altogether some ten seconds later. So..., my mother can go out of character if pressed with a perp fuckup that she thinks is getting undue attention. Which has led me to long ponder as to what that was all about. The level of control and detail that goes into perp operations is intense, and has likely always been so, and while the apparent fuckups have been few these past nine years, it does make me wonder if they were gaming my mother at the same time. But as it was the second "attic man" event of that three week stay, I wasn't too surprised to have another one.
Anyhow, the city bus freakshow again, and coming back it was the drivers' turn. I got screwed into missing a bus and then waited ten minutes with the parade of vehicles around me, and then when the next one came it was only going part way. I got a transfer from the skinhead driver, replete with arm waving and standing "buddy" next to him. Paying bus fare is anotherkind of financial transaction the perps are totally harassing me for, and I cannot count the number of stunts they have pulled when I board the bus. And at the transfer location I board the new bus, and lo, if it isn't a mid-back length haired male, also a highly Unfavored hair-do. Opposites in fact, from skinhead to 24" long hair, both bus drivers. This was at 1730h heading into downtown on a Friday, and what joke to have some 25 passengers on board at that time of day in that direction. Anyhow, it was busy enough for me to get a babe seated next to me for most of the trip, me on the R. rear bench seat, with the white clothed dude just in front of me. Regular readers will know that I now loathe (since onset of overt/beserk harassment) the sight of white clothing, it being very much Unfavored, especially on males, and if the pants are baggy. These clinical, military and ecclesiastic themes keep coming up for me, and might relate to subconscious traumatization associations for the years that were memory deleted, aged 2 to 5. There might be some ritual themes too, as they like to present hoodies, red paint/blood (in pics mostly) and knives to me. These are the most predominant themes that form the list of Unfavored demographic groups, colors, objects and comportment. Though chinless shills and perps also seem to be a high priority, and I have no doubt that is something else again that I might of been exposed to. Any takers? Or is there someone out there who recalls similar abuses?
And while digging weeds, transplanting, and plant handling I had my ongoing chorus of neighbor noise, overhead aircraft (STRATCOMbacked off to 2 to 4 overflights today, down from their usual 6 or more), and the drone of passing hotrods and other bad mufflers with a long decay sound track. Even neighbor coughing noise and plastic bin beating noise/activity was arranged just as I touched a plant or let it go while flinging weeds to their pile.
And my in-town brother breezed by to remove last week's weeds in plastic bags, and played the fall guy to fumble a bin of soil screenings and weeds at the door threshold of the path to packing the bags to his van. So... he gets to clean up his mess with a brown plastic bristle broom and a yellow corn fiber broom while I pass over or beside his sweepings at this all-critical perp location of a doorway. And lo, if he didn't "find" a white paper envelope for an ersatz dustpan. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to brush and sweep underfoot, even only seconds later if they can arrange such a thing? I suspect so, but not recently. The "paper stalking" has got silly of late, and this would be one more of the stupid shit I see every day out in public.
And I see the perps are resorting to "fruity boys" as gangstalkers to place in my line of sight on the bus, immediately opposite of me in the rear deck transverse seats. Perhaps they are deemed less threatening and that becomes the reason for the perps arranging this young pair, besides the fugly yellow and black checkered shirt on one of them. The perps have also worked the boy-adult male angle extensively on the bus gangstalking games, attempting to define a respective no threat-threat (aka, Neutral or Favored-Unfavored) differential. Don't ask me, because I don't know, and only they do, having access to subconscious reactions they want to nullify. I mentioned in past blog postings the perps sometimes have me scan one Unfavored person to another, also in close range. And it seems that sending in borderline Unfavoreds is a big deal. Often they will do this with vehicle designs of the vehicular gangstalking parades; when does an interesting design feature become ugly? I don't know unless I see it, and they are most interested in that. Just more insane abuse over pedantic everyday nothings delivered by the Psychopathic Fourth Reich. Or ECCO, Earth Coincidence Control Organization as Dr. John C. Lilly called the thems, with whom he communicated frequently.
Not much desk time today, and time to blog off.