DREAMTIME.....

(Begun at 2.15am)

I have the Writer's Runs! Woe is me!....*laughing....

No but seriously...its not even 2.30am here and I have given up trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in on the kids bed. There had been a small improvement in the pain levels prior to my 2nd blog published last night...*cackles.... That 2nd blog seems to have bought on a total relapse.....

I first woke at 1.15am to the sound of Nobby's WTF bark up by the driveway next door. A bark he usually reserves for the valley-facing frontage of Captain Courageous' property.

As I now trust the local canines vocal protestations far more than I do their owners, I must deduce that the 'system' has now been cranked to the maximum up on the Crescent side of the Captain's property.....*sniffs....

A short while after waking, the pack dogs up at No's. 14 and 16 went mental again confirming my thoughts..

To hear as many as 10 dogs all baying and barking in different keys simultaneously, is quite awesome.

Do I follow this up and visit their owners to stir the pot? The more pain I am given (*winks at Bali..) the less do I feel like being patient.

As I write this I hear more dogs higher up going frantic... Raftery Road or still in Harris Crescent?

For all my stumbling incoherence and lack of ability to describe correctly what it is you do in the wee dark hours - the dogs will play a huge part in confirming that there is indeed 'something' going on....*grins...

May I guess that when the Scheme projections were done, not one among you amazingly brilliant EEs and IT boffins foresaw that man's best friend would play a role in this dodgy Data-Theft Plan? *falls over laughing....

May I take the trusty Shakoor Shaik here as an example. He is up at No. 72 Harris Crescent and I seem to recall seeing a rather beautiful Rottweiler on his property?

I'm guessing again that Shakoor looks after his dogs very well indeed judging from the condition of the animal I've seen. This does not necessarily mean that he cares if it becomes as distressed as the pack dogs during wireless trials... But I will go out on a limb and say that yes, I think he would be unhappy if his dogs were to suffer in any way...

The Masters of this Scheme are already writing a hasty report to give their Puppets on this matter?

To explain (from the dog's point of view of course), that the dogs are not really stressed with the onset of wireless signals - they merely sound that way? *shrieks with laughter...

I didn't hear Dilshaad's little Spotty or its companion amongst the protestors this morning... has an effort been made to shut them in a warm, 'wave-free' area or is No. 2 not participating in these particular tests? Judging from the backpain that woke me a while ago, there is no warm, safe zone to go to escape the effects... this techno-magic goes through brick and mortar like a knife through butter..pfft...

I was intrigued to see that at 1.15am the new, very bright sensor previously mentioned, on Bali's streetlight, was again cranked to its maximum brilliance... it's direction has now been adjusted and is clearly visible from the kids room...this only since I moved in here the night before last...*yes, Bali dear... those silver bands around the poles are Very useful are they not...?

The silver Courser stands in pride of place nearest us at the bottom of my Lord's driveway.

The wheel sensor is very bright but of more interest is the dazzling light visible behind the shrubs bordering his driveway, situated on the side of the truck bed and not noticed before.

May I assume that the clever combination of these lights is somehow responsible for my increased discomfort this morning? Is the Pope a Catholic?..*shakes its head.....

The Druglord, Earl Barnabus, will be totally pissed off at all the unwanted attention he is getting here and will by now be egging mon Capitan on to shut me up..

Judging however, from the thinly-veiled rages displayed by Prakash/Collin Balliram over the past 8 years, and the resulting damage to our assets, this young charmer needs no encouragement at all....*falls over laughing.....

He will be beside himself with delight to have found a physical means of revenge and will exploit it to the maximum.

Missus Courageous sees their karma going down the tubes but all she can do at this point is to see her girls spend as little time as possible at their home....wise....

The very air is thick with EMF as I write and no amount of engineered mains 'bursts' can clear it away...

My, my, my..... did Allen Spence realise he had aligned himself with a runaway train when he hooked up with the Rotten Apples and Overport Telkom here in Sherwood? My guess is that he still attempts to laugh off my persistent allegations - but that in reality, his hands are tied...

He can no more stop this behemoth now than fly to the moon. Deals were cut and contracts signed, right Al old boy?

You yourself should open your eyes and realise that you are not in charge of this baby any longer. It rules YOU now. Masters far higher and more influential have taken it over for their own ends and you are History....*grins..

Your greed for Power has been your own undoing young man....*smiles...

But do feel free to continue to laugh off my writings as insanely melodramatic and to enjoy the imagined kudos you receive. I may even get to see you on the other side and we can have a laugh together? Something to look forward to indeed....

Peace....

---oOo---

Wednesday 23rd May 2007 at 3.50am

THE SLITHY TOVES DID GYRE AND GRIMBLE....

6pm of a Tuesday evening and I am irritated at not being well enough to attend tonight's CPF Meeting....*sigh...

I stepped out onto the front lawn a minute ago to see both the orange and very bright white lights on over at the Servant's quarters/Ablution Block... the Recreation Centre windows were lit and the Port-a-Light activated in the grounds below... All systems go then?

Bali arrived earlier in his Courser bakkie as I was opening the top gates. Alas, he chose not to wind his darkened windows down and greet me though he had ample opportunity...*shrugs...

It would appear that he is not amused today? Too many late nights perhaps, o Masterful One?

My mention made in the previous blog of Bert and his bad back? I have no way of knowing whether it was part of this so-carefully scripted Game and that in reality there is nothing the matter with Bert's health, or whether his Missus' call to me this morning, was the real deal..

When you consider the beautifully choreographed scenarios that have deliberately been played out for me and other residents here in Sherwood.... a suicide? a helicopter chase? a pedophile on the run? *snorts.... All mock-ups every one so I now justifiably question everything that is given to me on a plate ....

The Muni plumber so timeously parked opposite, waiting for me to come up and open the gates as I do without fail every day, come rain or shine? The call from Bert's Missus?

I have been blogging my concerns about the Goodall family at No. 17 being in such a vulnerable position, for some time now... More than enough time for a script to be tacked together regarding Bert's health...just for a laugh right?

If he is genuinely under the weather and the daughter is also feeling the effects of all this EMF, there is absolutely nothing I can do.

The mere fact that I am permitted to continue blogging, astonishes me... If nothing else, it proves how my demented cries for help over the past years have merely left me with both feet bleeding profusely...*cackles....

I am not gifted with one iota of logic or commonsense and would be delighted to hear what you would do, if you were in my position... *rolls its eyes...

Oh - you would adopt a more serious tone when blogging here, for starters? No can do I'm afraid....*grins...

Laughter is my final defence such as it is, and it keeps me staggering back to face further assaults whether the Corrupt like it or not...

The very repetitious nature of my constant allegations will certainly have made some readers realise the seriousness of our situation...*shrugs again...

There IS nothing to be done however - but to sit and watch the Game play out to its Crooked end. An end that will affect every South African who values their privacy...

The dips to our lighting system are again prolific, and my cellphone now switches itself off constantly in spite of a fully charged battery and signal....*nods at Bali...

The occasional, dodgy wrong number call I receive on the landline merely gets me to unplug and reset the phone..*laughs derisively...

As the resident Idiot and Clown I am still learning daily how to play the Game not so?

---oOo---

Tuesday 22nd May 2007 at 7.17pm

A MAN AND HIS DOG.....

I read somewhere you can judge a man by how he treats his animals..... *looks at Bali....

It's been a predictably easy matter to reduce the toad to a whimpering wreck not so?

Merely re-setting to the same pattern you used so successfully when you struck gold some nights ago and both the GameWrecker and I had cramps in the night? Paying attention brings its rewards ja...*cackles...

My Controller runs with a pack that supports a Druglord, Crooked Government Officials and Rotten Apples and yet his words are believed by perfectly ordinary, honest people? *brilliant.....

The current discomfort I endure is most certainly due to extras sent from my Master one way or another.... hysterical gibberings?

May I challenge you to move in here for a few weeks and have your health monitored? No? *laughs..... I didn't think so....

I moved out of the marital bed last night, for the first time I can remember...

The kid has a mattress like a board whereas ours has a comfortable donga in which to curl up...(not too hot for a dicky back...)

Strange it was and it gave me a whole different perspective....

I woke at 1.00am to hear the pack dogs up at No. 14 going hysterical.... sounded like Cyril's dogs at number 16 were joining in as well...

They'd stop for a bit and then go nuts again... a frantic, nasty barking. Eventually, my curiosity got me rolling cautiously out of bed (anyone whose ever had a bad back episode, will understand) and up to the top I tottered.

What was different that was driving all those dogs bananas?

And there it was.... the single story blue building to the right of the orphanage had lights burning in every window. Certainly the first time I've ever seen that and yes, in Direct Line of Sight to Nos. 14 and 16.... charming...

I wonder which aerial they are bouncing the signal too and have to deduce it would be the big mother on Sabeera's wall under her verandah at No. 18. (see great picture)

A big wind began to blow just before 2.00am and put paid to further experimenting in that particular area fortunately for the dogs eish.....

You have dogs? Well, if you are too scared to volunteer yourself to join our merry band of labrats, why don't you send your dog along instead? No? What? It sounds cruel and you love your dog?

Come ON!!! Make your mind up here! Either I am delusional and a prevaricator of the highest order and there is no risk involved or ..... or what? You belong to the Double-Standard Brigade that bears the Yellow Banner? Fosho you do..... *hawks and spits....

My time would appear to be running out rapidly and my entertainment value has long palled...

Where have I got with my constant whitterings? Absolutely nowhere...*laughs....

The Captain has found my glass back and is nailing me... he and the Rotten Apples will be overjoyed, while to the boffins he shows his "I am outraged at the mere suggestion" face....*shrieks....

Do I know this young man well or what?...*beams.....

Later:

After willingly poisoning my system further with a couple more Voltaren (a weak and feeble toad am I), I did the Orbitrek thing. After that I went walkabout on the front lawn. It was astonishingly light out as the 2.00am wind had bought cloud cover with it...*falls down choking with hysterical laughter....

My word!!! Methinks you do protest too much! The Recreation Centre OFF! Only a teeny light visible at the Ablution Block and the blue building still ablaze with light.... Pull the other one o Heroic Chicken of My Heart..... *beams....

I wonder again how the swift changes made to Clive's 'telephone' wires running into his roof last week at No. 10, were meant to affect me...(stunning pics) and to Freddie's newly adjusted valley wireless box.....

Clive has one of those little white circuit breaker thingies? Just at the roof entry point. So indeed does my Master though strangely enough, this is missing from our wiring system..heheh...

So wrapped up was I, yesterday, doing the Tango of Pain, that I quite forgot to put money in my cellphone and so cannot send the CPF reminder texts out this morning for tonight's meeting...

The spiral downward begins? Naa....twas a justifiable oversight is all and I will try to do better next time...*grins...

I managed to take more pictures of mon Capitano's weird faschia board right next to my kids bedroom. The section that has the two odd-looking bands fitted and which behaves so strangely after a downpour....

Once again, the pictures show clearly that this 6-8foot of faschia board has been treated with special care and attention...nothing like a spot of rain to bring out the best in technology? *laughs....

Later Still:

It would appear that the Head of the Chicken Clan, Signor Cocky Locky, aka Captain Courageous, actually crows about Owning our telephones.... and still insists it is all a joke...pfftt....

Upon my word, Prakash, Collin Balliram, Cracker Supreme, I do hope the PRO work I do for you and yours in this scribbled saga, results in your name getting the attention it so richly deserves....*smiles....

I finally kicked the Owned cell into life with added $ and sent an SMS to old Bert along with all the others, to remind him of the CPF Meeting tonight.

Not terribly long after, his wife Norma rang me. Bert is laid low with a pinched nerve....*shakes its head.... now why is that no surprise?

She tells me her daughter, who sleeps in the front bedroom (alas, alack), in Direct Line of Sight to pretty much EVERYTHING, was in such pain recently they suspected meningitis.... go figger.... WTF are you crooks up to?

You give these people a roof over their heads, a bit part in this huge Game and omit totally to mention that these TESTS may prove risky? *bares it's stained teeth....

I've also done more thinking about the young man placed on the verge the other evening after they had 'fixed' the water problem..

Yes, I grant you he was kind and willing to share his knowledge...

The fact is that he twice said emphatically, that he had never had a powercut in Manning Road where he lives.... Implausible and unlikely. He may well have been a Muni droog as stated, but all the pictures I took earlier that day, reveal NUR numberplates and not Municipality NDM plates...

So - I have to wonder WTF they were doing with the water pipes in the middle of the road, in spite of his so careful explanation.... hmmmm?

---oOo---

Tuesday 22nd May 2007 at 9.46am.