Practical magic....
(begun Tuesday 19th February at 5.25am...)
It had been by dawn's early light that I'd sat down on the front verandah with coffee and a fag, at about 5.10am... A couple of minutes later a gaggle of startled hadedas rose as the airwaves were kicked open between me and those powerful nunnery enhancers... Five minutes after that, and a light had flashed off somewhere, and I'd gotten up to find it had been the signal enhancer down by my Master's servant's quarters, below his front deck... Light sensor operated? Apparently not, as the Overheads down by No. 2 were still very much active... There'd not been so much as a squeak out of Millie, right up until now, though that'll probably change quite soon... Did I say squeak? My word, but those handy Noise Assisted Transporters have been going great guns since well before I finally tottered from Cloud 9 at 3.15am...
Ahh... and even as I scribble here at the desk, a sudden jab to my side, and Millie's wide awake and muttering.. My eyes had burned and run as I'd sat outdoors briefly, and that weird double-vision had blurred the tops of the gumtrees against the skyline... Another of his clever party tricks, or natural deterioration? Though the fact that I've heard others remark on this odd phenomenon leads me to believe that my Area Controller has his grubby fingers involved in that particular bit of sorcery as well...
Which of his willing proxy's does he manipulate to infest ours this morning? The Graduate, who quite possibly thinks she's holding the Fort on her own, and is oblivious to the Pig's hot breath on her neck? From Millie's reaction right at this moment, someone's reading every word I scribble, and you should surely ask yourselves why such keen interest?
Why are such determined efforts being gone to, to see what it is I'm on about, even prior to my publishing online? Is it simply an ongoing practical exercise? And *boom!* the heatwave arrives, and in seconds the sweat has popped out all over me, before it mysteriously vanishes, and I feel the cool air coming in from the window again....
The Telecom's Strategist would be the first to remind you that I'm a toothless old fool whose lunacy is to be regarded with amused contempt... An attitude I can only hope he's come to regret, just a little? If the PTB would have you believe that Balliram is merely some sort of GameMaster, and the mischief he indulges in, is simply innocent entertainment for the Troops, why was my VC unable to update the www.sydenhamcpf.co.za website prior to our meeting last night? Innocent mischief? You want to tellus why you're so often busy interfering with our Sector Policing website, Chop, as much as it pleases you to cause ongoing mischief with my CPF Minutes and reminder texts? More confirmation that there's most definitely both Black and White hatted teams operating out there, and that they get along quite nicely, thank you...
Gees Snowman - Are there any left among you with the balls or the will to take a stand here, or has your every thought process already been zombified to suit the Puppeteers?
LATER at 6.25am
As my Master no doubt anticipates, I dutifully rise to the bait and report on the fact that when I tossed the Nobster his daily snack over the wall ten minutes ago, it was to discover he'd not touched yesterday's contribution... Is someone diligently making that corner by the wall so unpleasant for the animal that he'd forgo his daily treat? Using what means? The canine equivalent of the dreaded Nausea frequency perhaps? It can't be the Graduate manipulating the dog, for she is of course a bona fide animal 'lover', and wouldn't dream of using the wireless frequencies on an innocent animal...
Would Balliram stoop so low as to do that to his own dog? Silly question folks, and your reaction to this possibility will in fact show clearly which team you bat for... *vomits...
Missus Courageous? the dog is devoted to you, and although you lead a busy life, could you spare him a minute? Will you see whether he's taken to hiding under the stairs next to the garage regularly, or whether seeing him there the other day was a one-off? Loyalty is one thing, but to condone your husband's use of wireless frequencies to manipulate your own faithful hound is something that I doubt you'd accept... *pink Error Saving Bar at this point*
Unsurprising to find that this morning's Times headline reads Police pursue steroids theory in Oscar Case.. Do you already have the name of his supplier, Janneman? Do us a favour and cut the baffled facade.. You know the name of the Area Controller running the surveillance technology up in the Blade Runner's area, and by now you'd have been able to access every last private detail of that athlete's life in an astonishingly short space of time...
Don't be coy FFS, just give it... Do the steroids have any connection to the three high-ranking police officers that Pistorius apparently considers to be his friends? Any connection to whichever major Druglord in Pretoria had been given similar Managerial and Promotional rights to the technology, as our own Michael Barnabas?
It's not like that? *looks at godschild... Unfortunately dear boy, it is very much like that, and though you'll be reassured constantly by the 'These things take time' lies, it looks as though we'll all be going to hell in a handbasket long before any good ever comes of this amazing surveillance technology...
The CPF members were saying last night how it appears there are more banned substances out on the streets than ever before.. Does that sound to you as if any real effort is being made by those who have control of the system, to stop this appalling situation? It's complicated? The only complication is that you just don't gettit, and you simply refuse to accept that you've been conned.. *shrugs..
Wednesday 20th February at 3.45am
They've tried the soft repetitive purring NAT for a bit, and then fallen back to use the more familiar squeak, but as yet no heatwave has arrived... *waits..
Was I told of her demise yesterday with a view to setting me off on another futile rant, or out of kindness? Ag, I'll take it at face value and be grateful....
It seems like yesterday I gave you my Pain in the Ass update (published 7th February) and I only hope you didn't shrug it off as more madness on my part...
As it happens, we lost a really good person yesterday, and the cause turned out to be colon cancer...
Not as fortunate as the now deceased Director of St. Philomena's (St. Theresa's sister Experiment station over on Locksley Drive), who apparently took just four months from diagnosis to death, the Headmistress of the Sherwood Primary school had suffered agonies for over two years before finally giving up the fight in the early hours of yesterday morning.. I simply can't begin to imagine the stress involved in running an entire school, but man, that girl loved her job.. IIRC, she'd taught my eldest for a year or two before he'd moved on to High School, and she'd seen my youngest safely through from Class 1 to Standard 5, and that little school had a pretty decent reputation...
Why colon cancer FFS? Roux's laser shower machine was by then already filling the skies with the dense blanket of gold dust ultra-short laser beams, and their accompanying spheres, but I'd aver that's never been the cause of the real damage being done to the community's health at all. That it's been the personal visits to individual homes and the hugely fluctuating levels of power inside those homes that's causing the major health problems... Who on earth would wish Miss Fisher ill? Why would her powerlines be activated for extra attention? Is the school itself rigged up just as St. Theresa's is, to function as some sort of mini base station, or was Bronwyn deemed impossible to convert, hence her early demise? At only 59, she didn't make it to enjoy the retirement she so richly deserved....
Did Sutcliffe's partner in crime, Neil MacLeod, ever get to run his astonishing scheme in this area? His sewage into potable water charmer? Did the Muslim community consider they had enough influence to prevent that from ever taking place? Hah! How the heck would they know whether it was standard tap water or Neil's disgusting grey water that was running through their lines, and how many people have acquired digestive ailments as a result? This entire Project is most certainly an experiment.. An experiment designed to see just how much of a physical and mental battering the population can take, and still survive...
And sure, as Barrie Trower confirmed, versions of the same invasive and controlling technology are already up and running right across the globe, but I would guess that our claim to fame is the sheer size of the our population, and the speed with which the entire country can be harnessed to the Grid..
It would be dumb to consider that the main University in Pretoria hadn't set up it's own massively powerful wi-fi system around the same time Barnabas was leaning on the religious leaders down this way... That there would've been Physics Professors up in Gauteng beavering away with their version of a quantum laser communications system, who quite possibly employed our Stefanus Roux as a Consultant...
So ja - I'd be astonished to find the Blade Runner's Complex wasn't already wired to the max, and that every last bit of his private life wasn't being fed to the satellite storage bank via Telkom's fibre network...
Any chance his Defence Team could include that debilitating technology along with the Athlete's steroid abuse, in an attempt to get him off? No ways, Jose...
That information will belong to the Experiment's Organised Crime Team, and will remain a closely guarded secret forever... Yeah, I can hear your snorts of derision at my attempt to include this technology into every facet of the misery that currently blankets the country.. As magically addictive as you all find it to be, I'd have to suggest that the Authors of this Experiment have no intention of ushering you in to some sort of glorious New Age, and every intention of ultimately enslaving you.. Poppycock? You think?
Stay safe, and
peace...
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Wednesday 20th February 2013 at 8.28am..
