WINGED...
(begun Tuesday 28th December at 4.30am..)

It was a fluke that I narrowed it down…*grins.. I sat here quietly in the grey dawn, waiting for that background hiss to kick in, and it didn’t…  Slow as I am, it took me a while before I remembered that I'd shut the little window facing onto Bali’s kitchen, last night… There were gaps around the piece of net curtaining, and I suspected the swarms of mozzies in the room had found that to be an easy access….*shrugs…

And no, it's nothing to do with his aircon units AFAIK, as he can most certainly manipulate the sound and does.. Though I can't now hear it, with the little window shut, I know it's running… How?  My ears are like, vibrating deep inside?  That’s why I referred to it as a frequency Scrambler when I first noticed it… It's interfering with my inner ear?  Neato!

The most interesting question would have to be, who is it that collaborates so closely with Mr. B. Vicious in this field?  Who is it that whispers to him to try this, or try that? 
I checked out my blogs published this time last year, and don’t see any mention of frequencies and pain, and I guess it was sometime later that some bright spark came up with the idea of assaulting us via the radio waves and powerlines… Lovely..*belches…
Any ideas who gets the credit for this particular aspect of the ‘tests’, Jannie?

*Better late than never, and it's now 4.50am by my watch, as the wave of heat finally arrives.. You lot may as well forget about sneaking up on me in my home.. Whatever kevlar I had, has long been cooked off, leaving me finely tuned to el Monstro’s presence….*

A strange fellow is our Captain of Courage… Whatever version of the holidays he gave you (that will no doubt be loyally verified by the Sweeper) I'm here to tell you that he was holed up, lurking next door, for the last three days at least.. *eyeroll…
Much as the Strategist could prove (NOT) that he'd sneakily switched the iBurst tower off, will Einstein probably insist that he was away the entire time, and therefore couldn’t be responsible for the painful mischief I've endured… *yawns… Bullshyte as always…

Can you imagine his irritation levels after only a few hours shut in the Chickencoop, breathing in his own second-hand exhalations, despite that magnificent new aircon unit?  I'm willing to bet he snuck on out a few times, after checking no-one was around to spot him, but on the whole, his behaviour was predictably savage…

The desk lamp began it's wild flickering at some point during the weekend, and the Aviator discovered that a pin on the adaptor in the jackpoint was burned black.  He replaced the jack’s workings yesterday morning, and we've not had a problem since...
He’d no idea how such damage could've occurred, until I told him how often our power had been slammed off, and then slammed back on a second later, before being cut for hours...
How often did I blog those particularly vicious attacks on our power system?  The race we had to get the TV and PC off as the lights went down, before that nasty little extra surge was directed our way?
Eh – I'm telling you nothing you aren't already aware of, though it amuses you to feign ignorance…*sighs..

Though my Master so often needs reassurance, I'm here to remind him that I'm more than aware that my Ownership is total, and he may continue with no fear of repurcussion or reprisals, to torture us, while you obligingly shake your collective heads and dismiss our symptoms as imagined..
The RF Expert knows the truth, but will never be able to change a thing… Despite that he claims he’s unemployable due to his particular field of expertise, I would think he'd do admirably as a Consultant?  *winks at the jazzdancer…
That one is worth his weight in gold, and should be given the respect he’s due.. Whether you use him for good or bad, you'd be a fool not to snap him up… A done deal already? 

LATER at 7.15am..

On a lighter note…
The stony silence to my request made on the Ward 25 section of www.durbanite.co.za continues, and at dusk each evening, you can feel the little buggers brush against you in their dozens, as they seek to feast on the warm-blooded occupants within our home..
I’ve long since overcome my animal-like fear of the firework crack given off by our killer racket, and in a complete about-face, I now relish hunting the mozzies, as they hide in the darkest corners of each room of the house.. *grins wildly…
Sold as fly-killers, they are disappointing, as they seem to only stun the flies temporarily.. Used as a weapon against mosquitoes however, there is little more satisfying than seeing their corpses littering every surface.. Ew? Nay Jock, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it…

If as I suspect, it was hoped that the large amount of standing water now in the valley, would lead to further misery for those without aircon units, it’s a FAIL as far as we’re concerned.. The stench of fried mozzies has become addictive… Who knew?  *falls over laughing..

LATER at 10.00am..

I've just finished cutting the front lawn, and have tidied everything away.. The humidity today is hectic, and I'm drenched with sweat..  And yet – not so much as a twinge of pain, nor a hint of the BackFire frequency.. The only oddness during the entire exercise, was that on both occasions when I pushed the mower round to the corner of the garden where I generally sit, my right wrist became painfully unmanagable.. *blinks.. Too close to der Bunker for comfort, Master?  *winks…

Endlessly tramping up and down the lawn, left my head open to any amount of whispered suggestions, and I simply tossed in the RF Specialist and waited….
What could his particular field of expertise be, that as yet was so rare that it rendered him employable on a consultancy basis only?
Wireless as a physical weapon of war perhaps?  
Was it not the Rocket Scientist who told us how the Russians had nuked the American (?) Embassy with microwaves, resulting in an astonishing number of cancers among the embassy staff? 
Once that particularly beastly aspect of the Cold War was revealed, the RF technicians would've had to go underground to study less obvious means of employing this amazing technology to cause physical damage?

While so often unavoidable, cancers in great numbers could lead to mass panic, and I guess subtler methods were need as weaponry…
So it was, that as I plodded back and forth across the grass, those two questions floated in the vacuum of my head… Firstly, why would Balliram activate the BackFire frequency for two days so relentlessly, and more to the point, what persuaded him to suddenly stop the attack?   And then of course you get to wonder what exactly the RF tech's field of expertise consists of….  Delicious enigmas the both….

Did it amuse the Eavesdroppers at the speed with which I received a text shortly after our little CPF Social the other night?  An sms asking who the lovely-looking lad was that had kindly paid me some attention in the corner?  *snorts…
It wasn’t his face that had me hard put not to throw myself at his feet and beg, but his brain…
That he heard beyond my mumbling incoherence and knew that I'm no Liar, and that in fact, he knew a great deal more than he was letting on… *winks..

The careful positioning of the jazzdancer in that little room has me wondering whether he was acting as an audio-enhancer of sorts, even if it were simply an attempt to block some of the blaring karaoke music… Alex?
If, as I now suspect, the RF Specialist is indeed involved in the use of wireless frequencies as a physical weapon, I've no idea why he chose to approach me, or speak kindly to me at all..*sighs..
In his line of work, one would surely have to adopt a strictly clinical approach to the chosen Labrats, and it’s a given I couldn’t tell him anything he didn’t already know…

Were the Captain of Immense Courage told to enable the BackFire frequency five minutes from now, it would be unlikely to still my yapping…
Did you know that it works on ALL the Millie Sisters, down to the very smallest?  That long after Millie the Second was so brutally removed, the BackFire frequency could cause knives to be felt at the very deepest part of the wound that had ostensibly healed?  *grimly fascinated….
Is the RF tech the closest I'll ever get to Professor Leonard Els, though I'm willing to bet the young man knows more about the effects of radio frequencies on humans, than the Physics Department Professor himself….?
Rambling and disjointed as ever, you're still going to have to keep up, if you give a toss about what lies ahead…

Are local Wuggers currently being brainwashed into believing the microwave buzzing/tinnitus is nothing to fear?  After that will come the glib explanation for the burning hands and numb fingers? No worries kids – it's part of your evolution into the New Age?

Peace julle..

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Tuesday 28th December 2010 at 1.28pm.