SOUL RIGHTS......
(begun Tuesday at 3.45am)
Klunk! My Controller entered our system noisily as I sat to update this journal in the early hours...*beams...
Natural noises made by expansion and contraction overnight? Bwaahaahaa!
To his credit, his skillz have improved somewhat, but there will always be areas he simply cannot control.
When I arrived home last night from the CPF Meeting, the buzzing radio waves were heading over from the Senior Boys Hostel into Mayville....
Later I woke a couple of times to listen as they had then appeared to be coming once again in our direction.
No crickets or frogs were sounding all night either...so nothing to distract my ears from the Real Deal...*grins...
Stressed by the responsibility of being the temporary Secretary for the CPF (*shudders..) I was only able to give partial attention to a member's question about the fat plastic pipes being laid in the area (see previous blog).
The Microwave Boffin replied that they are to house the various cables run by either Telkom or Neotel. The orange pipes belong to Neotel and the green to Telkom (or vice versa).
I have pictures taken in Cullingworth Road, Sherwood of the Mthiyane Construction contracted to Telkom (at one time back in 2004 to the Municipality Electricity Dept), laying these fat pipes. Again, at the bridge by St. Elizabeth's church in Westville - more pipes being laid but no board and of a different colour.
So - running along Jan Smuts Highway in Westville, Neotel have been allowed a foot in the door.
Its another story entirely along Jan Hofmeyer Road also in Westville. More pictures of the Mthiyane gang and their board and the ubiquitous always on streetlights at the entrance to Northcliffe Avenue and again higher up near the turnoff to the Westville Mall and Civic Centre.
The Mall itself that has been totally rewired and is now fully on the Big Brother Data-Theft grid...(see pics)
Neotel will NEVER be any serious competition to the Beast and is being used as a mere distraction to hide the purpose behind this huge venture....*beams...
Later:
Did Shakoor see my genuine pleasure as he arrived at the Meeting last night? He has at least one young child that I am aware of and is justifiably proud of her achievements...*smiles...
I do not think that families higher up the Crescent are as much at risk as residents bordering the valley here.
The difference is of course the immense power generated by the Freeway Overheads and the clever use of the natural topography ....
The fact I so often repeat that there is simply too much power on all sides of the valley for those susceptible, to avoid....*frowns...
The constant and ongoing overnight onslaught of the so audible radio waves, must take its toll eventually.
Especially on the children and 'Carers' living up at St. Theresa's...*spits....
I am in the odd position of being able to divorce myself from any personal fears regarding this system.
Bali finds this concept impossible to understand/grasp and cranks up the output to its highest degree...*cackles...
He may well yet find that he does his own little family a disservice in the long run....*shrugs...
How Missus C will check her children regularly for any adverse effects without causing paranoia, is anyone's guess. Elizabeth too, should be gently questioned without putting any auto-suggestive ideas in her head....*puzzled...
That it has taken the GameWrecker's system nearly three years before startling results are surfacing, is (I must assume), par for the course for people working daily OUTSIDE the Zone...
I went up to the top at 5.20am to find a clear message from Captain Courageous. The sun was already above the horizon and the glowing dull orange aerial was active in the church belltower. Just in case I missed the point, the so-hectic orphanage foyer light had been left on as well....*keels over laughing...
Mon Capitano reminds me that he and his Corrupt Masters have sole rights to St. Theresa's and will do as they please...*curtseys...
A reminder that any illness possibly related to the huge levels of EMF often saturating the valley, will be all too easily ascribed to HIV AIDS in the children, their Carers and even the GateKeepers... Absolute genius....*awed...
The huge mountains of money involved have blurred the view of even the few that may have protested this clear abuse of human rights...*shrugs...
The GateKeepers and so-called Carers (*gags), would be the last to complain of any side-effects they may experience...
They will undoubtedly have been told to report any illness or unusual aches and pains... and also informed that in the event of this occurring, they will be released from their contracts and free to go....*winks at the Crooked...
Go where? Leave their comfortable accommodation and relatively easy, well paid jobs and go where exactly?
So it is unlikely that any of the Trust Committee employees over at St. Theresa's would ever admit to any strange symptoms at all...*cackles... You have a win/win situation for the Wikked...Neatly done...*applauds...
On managing to access #trivia again after our enforced 2 week break, I was entertained but unsurprised to find the usual attempts being made to dissuade me from staying...*chortles...
It is common knowledge that I only ever guess the answers and know diddly squat about anything...*beams..
Bearing this in mind, my desperate bullyboy Controller has now set my format view to scramble the clues and show symbols only....*cackles...
With half a brain it is quite possible this problem could be fixed, but alas, Bali knows me too well...*collapses laughing...
In his irritation at my persistence this morning, he suddenly activated a Live Update and shut me down totally...*hoots....
The question is now, whether he is making it sufficiently unpleasant for me to stay?..*sigh...
Let me remind you yet again that I have been whipped to a sodden, grovelling pulp, since the Fowl One was so tactically moved in here next door, years ago, by the Rotten Apples and Barnabas....
That like the laughing Jackass, I have now risen from the flames and can pretty much endure anything...
I treat the occasional crumbs of kindness tossed my way, with happiness, whether these gestures be fake or real...*smiles...
The Captain of Courage has a great deal to learn of kindness and tolerance (courage would be a lost cause)...I am at last, bizarrely, in a position to teach him a thing or two ..*embraces the Chicken King in its wrinkled arms and reminds him that fine yellow feathers do NOT a man make, and then falls over laughing....
Peace from a valley seemingly untroubled in its green beauty.....
PS. I shall don my repeatedly upgraded kevlar and await the inevitable fallout from the Spook that Was.....
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Tuesday 13th November 2007 at 12.10pm.
