Sunday, June 03, 2012

COLD COMFORT...
(begun Sunday 3rd June at 5.45am..)

*Messy... I'd just clicked on Sign Out after editing today's update at 10.08am, and was thrown into a Page Can't Display screen.  I took a step back and tried again, and it worked just fine... A small error, but quite enough to confirm that my Controller is sitting here alongside me as usual.. Yesterday it was the incorrect date at the head of my blog update that showed his fiddling presence....The Hired Help grows sloppier by the day there, Jannie, tsk, tsk....*

It must resemble a giant shifting animal, as those thousands of teeth-chattering runners pack together in the cold, waiting for the Starter's gun, up in Sleepy Hollow...
Cold? Did I say cold?  Maybe up in Maritzburg, but right here and now Mistuh Cranky has sent me a warm-up message just short of forming beads of sweat on my wrinkled brow... *blinks.. Wassup Master?

Two relatively pain-free days in a row has to be a record, though by bedtime last night the old BackFire frequency was running full-on, and the lighting was back to it's minute dippage...
Is Balliram still fuming over the cock-up with the new remote on Thursday?  Surely not, though that giveaway 'woop!' has been remarkably scarce since then, for whatever reasons.. *winks...
Nobby was going bananas up at their gates at around 1am, and I'm guessing there'd been a stray dog in the street, from the din that followed... Course Balliram has no need to actually get up off his butt to go reassure the animal, and will merely have activated the cowling cameras before putting the Nobster back on Ignore..

However much I'm aware that both the Rocket Scientist and the Mast Fighter have a great deal more to lose than this ancient Labrat, I can't deny that being dumped bites... Neither Karl Muller nor Ms. Dorny are going to turn up on my doorstep during my life-time, after all... Crazy as it sounds, there's a bit of relief mixed in there as well, as I've a history of wrecking the few chances I've been given, anyways...
Surprisingly, there'd been a mail from the Mast Fighter in my box yesterday, that had contained a lengthy list of posts made by fellow-targets of the laser/wireless technology, around the world...  Yep, the word laser was actually used several times, so, thanks to Ms. Dorny I now know that we're not alone.. *beams...
I'd signed out before I'd read even half of them, as it was just too depressing.. The lengths that those unfortunate victims are going to, in an attempt to lessen their physical pain, is astonishing, and though I've told you how I used the metal sheets to block off a couple of gaps in our pre-cast wall, and resorted to futilely wrapping my crippled wrist in foil for a while, that's about as far as I'm going...

With my personal Torturer living mere yards away, what would be the point of trying the extreme measures employed by those other sorry targets?  Besides, in the posts that I read, none of them seemed able to identify their attackers, and often referred to them as Stalkers.. A very different situation to ours here in the Zone....
I had the source of our trials (!) and tribulations nailed from the outset, and the repeated confirmation that these assaults are being engineered by Bottom-Feeders of the likes of Collin P. Balliram and his Mentor, the Druglord Michael Barnabas, have put me in a very different position to that of those fearful victims in other parts of the world..
Despite my astonishing stupidity, I've been able to stand back and see the bigger picture, piece at a time... Of how the Telecom's giants deliberately chose the dregs of society as their first recruits, to embark on their Wireless Will Rule the World campaign....

He came round yesterday afternoon, and fixed the hole in our ceiling made by the Roof Climber.. Despite my on-again, off-again paranoia and suspicions, it's obvious that he's no threat to the Project and never will be....  He's simply too Devout to ever entertain thoughts of the wickedness that surrounds him, and everything in his life is geared towards jesus and the good book...
Did I not find that off-putting?  Not at all, as the Listeners will tell you he's the most inoffensive of Believers, and while he likes to speak openly of his Faith, he certainly doesn't push it down your throat...
Has Balliram tagged him to be punished at some point for his kindness to these two dithering guinea-pigs?  If you've been following, I'll leave that to you to decide...

Every inch of our home is now lit like a Christmas Tree overnight, and I'd thank the petty goonda next door for foregoing any further engineered attempts at gaining access to our house, however much he'd like to get his grubby hands on the cameras...
The Roof Climber had had ample opportunity to study the inside of our abode, and see for himself the enormously bulky old TV, and the lack of techno gadgets lying about... There are no laptops or PVR's or even cellphones (apart from my brick) on view to tempt him, so you should ask yourselves what it was that had him quite so keen to come on in and visit us at midnight, despite our yapping dogs....
Prior to resorting to removing the roof tiles, we've since discovered he'd attempted to bend the burglar bars off, on the window in the lounge, and I've told you of the chunk of kitchen window-frame that he'd prised off... Was it then rather more than just an exercise in terror, designed to have the GW install additional and easily controlled outdoor lighting?  Was there an underlying desire for the Droog to thieve the cameras?  Why?

LATER at 8.15am

Do you choke with mirth at the suggestion that knowing your Attacker makes a difference for the better?  Did the Mast Fighter ever bother to ferret about nearby her home to figure out who exactly her Area Controller is?  I'd be astonished if the clues weren't there to be found.. A property that will stand out from it's companions due to the enormous amount of outdoor lighting installed on it's boundary walls, and the house itself...Chances are there will be regular water run-offs near the home as well, and it will probably have a streetlight at it's gates...

She should take her digital camera after dark, and point it at nearby DSTV dishes, her own included.. She should walk around her garden in the dark, snapping randomly at her trees and boundary walls with the Flash option activated.. If there are indeed lasers operating on her property, she could get lucky and catch the results of a beam as it hits one of the almost unnoticeable blobs of chemical compound substances that will have been applied by a Nocturnal visitor, or a gardener recruited to the Project...
Sifting through the results later, she may at first see nothing.. The only way is to zoom those pictures in and go over each one, corner to corner, before you're satisfied there's nothing there, and only then Delete it...
Does the Mast Fighter endure frequent powercuts?  Oddly enough, the blackouts provide the ideal situation for taking pictures, as the wireless/laser system continues to operate with the power off... You only need to identify one ghostly sphere, be it super-imposed against a hedge or wall, or just hanging there in the air next to your satellite dish, to catch the Hologram Hunting bug, believe me... *grins..

While the last two days have been remarkably free of the BackFire frequency, the Sadist more than makes up for it at night.... I woke at some point in the early hours, with a dull ache in the left side of my chest, and I'd cursed him out loud...  Just trying your luck there, Chop?  You hadn't meant for me to wake, and you thought you'd surreptitously work on that area to weaken it?  Pfft..   Whatever the reason behind his house-guest's lengthy stay, the modus operandi has changed very little, and the Coward continues to wreak the most physical damage on his victims, after dark....
Trapped as they are in their beds for the most part, they make for delightfully easy targets to be bombarded with all manner of the devastating frequencies at his fingertips....

You may consider it cold comfort to know exactly who it is that works so avidly to break and destroy you.. I disagree, and though the knowledge of who the Perpetrator is, won't in any way prevent these assaults from continuing, there's an odd satisfaction at seeing these perverted creatures for what they really are... In reality, they're as much manipulated buffoons as the targets they choose to torment for their own sick satisfaction...
Recruits who themselves, or their family members, may well come to suffer the effects of the fall-out from the technology they've been entrusted to operate... *yawns...

Will their Employers rush to their rescue should this occur?  Jannie? *studies Mr. van Zyl.... Would your Superiors go to great lengths to ensure one of your Controller's health was restored, should they begin to show signs of an EMR/wireless-related illness?  Just kidding, dude... Your Recruits mean no more to your Bosses than the lowliest of Labrats, despite your inevitable protestations...
Once they've outlived their usefulness, you'll simply replace them with the next easily manipulated petty criminal available...
Have a great day and
peace..

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Sunday 3rd June 2012 at 9.47am...