ALL THAT GLITTERS...
(begun Sunday 8th April at 6am..)

*.... ain't necessarily natural quartz, that's for sure...*nudge, nudge....*

 I wasn't allowed much time back on Cloud 9, before the unpleasant ache kicked in at the top of my thigh, just before 6am...  He wants me up, and there's sod-all I can do about it... *shrugs...

You care for your dogs, TB? It appears that the Dog Whisperers have become for the most part redundant, if indeed they ever existed in the first place... I figure Balliram's demonstration of his high-frequency ultra- sound device earlier this morning, puts paid to my long-held theory that droogs are tasked to befriend the neighbourhood dogs and keep them silent, while properties are illegally accessed...
You're all aware of the means available to shock the dogs into silence?  Run at half-mast only, would be sufficient to freak them out and have them heading off in the direction of the source of their discomfort, just as my two did earlier..

Cranked to the max, it would probably have fat Sophie retreating under my bed in silent pain, where I've found her so often over the last few years.. *vomits...
I'm frankly baffled... You sound like an ordinary, pleasant and normal human being, and yet you have the ability to tell yourself that the horrendous methods employed by fellow Area Controllers are okay, and simply a means to an end... WTF?
Tellus Poisonous Rabbit, if you would - Have you ever said aloud that we guinea pigs here in Sherwood have the option to relocate if the situation is as dire as I say it is?  Really?  Any ideas of an area where we would escape this fantabulous technology?  Nope?  I didn't think so...

The probability exists that even my kid over in the UK is being treated to wirelessed 'extras' and general mischief as well, and that's a fair distance away from this hotspot and the criminal in charge... No doubt you're okay with that as well...*disappointed...   So no - I'd say that relocating would in no way improve our situation, and that the move itself would in fact cause the GW a dangerous amount of stress...

An ultra-sonic high frequency battering to her already damaged hearing would've been what kept Sue the Book's large dog from angrily announcing the arrival of the thieves who stole both Sue's car and her kid's motorcycle, as the dog cowered silently in pain..
You're already more than aware of Collin P. Balliram's total disregard towards animals.  Actually no, that's not right.. He doesn't disregard them at all, but employs them to amuse his sadistic impulses, just as he uses us in similar fashion....
Have you ever so much as dared murmur one word in our defence, young man?  Has the fact that I'm as thick as a plank caused your own brain to go on hold, FFS?
Do you really need me to refer you to the relevant gadget that's so easily available, before you'll believe that a similar option has been added to the stunning array of technology accessible to the filthy fingered Area Controller next door?  *snarls...

Monday 9th April at 4am..

As good at his job as he is, V often leaves the odd forgotten garden implement lying about when he's finished, so I've gotten into the habit of running a check, once he's gone for the day... Turns out he must have been more preoccupied than usual, as he'd left the five-foot aluminium ladder propped up against the lounge window, and had only remembered to chain the other three together...*blinks...
Some months back he'd suggested growing a grenadilla plant up against the valley-facing boundary wall.. He'd said it could be trained along the top of the wall, and would provide fruit for the visiting vervets..(I told you he's a good guy.)

The plant has been doing well enough, and I'd gotten him the piece of plastic-coated mesh? he'd asked for, to help train it over into the pawpaw tree in that corner by Balliram's kaia... Can I guess?  His Project Contact had called him and said the Boss wasn't happy with anything grown on that wall, and to fix it?   Easy enough for me to haul a ladder out and cut away the mesh from where it's now choking the plant, HERE, but I find I can't be bothered...*shrugs.... He clearly had orders to attend to stuff the other side of the wall in the valley itself, and he was busy down there out of sight for ages...
He keeps that area cleared so when I toss stuff over the wall for the monkeys, they can retrieve it without too much hassle...
I didn't ask him to go over yesterday, and I'd like to think it was Balliram who'd ordered that 'clear-up', saying that he needed LOS for the cameras to pick up anyone lurking below our wall, but that would be pure fantasy on a grand scale... *yawns...

It was early evening when I'd come in here to fetch something and a 'nunu' had buzzed loudly enough to have been right in the room with me... I'd snorted audibly, and remarked on Balliram's cockiness, and had gone through to explain to the GW how it was done.. I'd shown him one of the substances applied to the kitchen window frame, designed to bounce the lasers, and said that young V had now put a new one, probably on the windowsill of this room.. I'd then shown him how a piece of aloe leaf in the front bed had been carved out and replaced by the blue compound.. Hardly noticeable to the naked eye, but a photo taken on the Micro option told a different story altogether.. *grins..
How long has it been that I've been tryin to explain to my sceptical SO that V moonlights for the Surveillance Project?
That he's part of an army of droogs that masquerade as gardeners, who are rewarded for surreptitiously killing off trees and shrubs that may spoil the cherished LOS?  Who carefully apply the chemical compounds to surfaces around the property they're working on, to enhance the laser signal?

I made it clear from the start that despite knowing this, I continue to employ the young man happily.. Difficult to understand?  I gave him the Popular Mechanics article on Stef Roux to read while he had his lunch, and I showed him the holograms in my photos... He'd remarked immediately that those little spheres were depicted in the illustration that accompanied the article... Sharp.   It offends me mightily that these bright young men have been told so little about the tasks they're given to do on the sly, and I guess you owe him the computer course he has his heart set on, if nothing else.. *mutters...

Last night I'd also tried to tell the GW why his little dog's face has gone prematurely grey, and of the suffering they endure due to Balliram's use of ultra-sonic sound and wireless frequencies that, unheard by us, are seriously painful to the dogs... A lot for him to digest, but I figure the ladder left unchained and propped against the window, shook him at least enough to listen for a change...
It would appear that our Area Controller prefers my husband to be a sceptical non-believer, as I've not heard the nearby 'nunu' since...*winks...
Did I mention that my Master is (IMO only), a liability to this grandiose plan to control the population wirelessly?  Hah!  In the unlikely event that the GW will wake from his coma, there could be problem, but let's face it, that ain't gonna happen...

NOW 5.10am

I've a fair idea of what to look for now, though the applicators used vary a great deal, and it seems some of the compounds themselves can change dramatically in appearance within a few hours... Is the silver compound more expensive to use than say, the blue or green?  To spray that entire stone next to the courtyard door was a costly exercise?  *winks.. I'll grant you that many of the stones and rocks used to build our courtyard and terraces come with their own built-in sparkly quartz.  Not that one.. *nudge
The deliciously perfect and miniscule silver stars would require a completely different applicator, and even if my Controller allowed his droog to continue using it, it's doubtful my camera could capture their existence..

With the realisation that my so-called Dog Whisperers are now more likely to come in the form of an extremely painful ultrasonic sound that can shock an animal into silent obedience, or a barking frenzy, would I ignore my dogs behaviour and shrug it off as simply the result of more cruelty on behalf of a sadistic psychopath?  Not a hope...
Were I to be lulled into that way of thinking, chances are that the devastating frequency would be replaced by a larger-than-life human mischief-maker, not so Balliram? *teeth....

I'm sure you all have your reasons for sitting back and allowing these abominations to continue unchallenged, though it's terrifying to think they might all be along the lines of Prom's lame 'as always toady, I've no idea what you're on about...' *sighs...
Incoherence is my middle name, I grant you - But THAT confusing?  Surely not...
Peace..

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Monday 9th April 2012 at 8.52.