Stampede...?
(begun Saturday 8th June at 4.35am..)


What if just one resident from each suburb went onto the Public Service Network KZN on Facebook and posted each time the Airwing chopper was seen spending more than fifteen minutes above their area?  Would any of the ratepayers begin to show an interest, or would they just shrug it off as more Government corruption, as they've so carefully been taught to do?  There'd been one such post there when I'd checked yesterday, and again, it's in the Upper Highway Area, and nobody had bothered to answer the query...
Can we assume that I got it right?  That THIS blue and white SAPS chopper remains as active as ever, despite the misleading press reports?  That a chunk of the budget has been spent on keeping that baby airborne, while the rest of the fleet has been left to rust?

Was Missus Kohler Barnard angry when she realised she'd been lied to, or was she hastily told to leave the entire matter alone?  *A sudden knife to the back and I have company here at the desk*  A rock and a hard place, Dianne?  You push for answers, and it's likely you'll end up with more than just the flu-like symptoms and the telly messing about, as the Watchers barrel on in to check up on you..
If you want some of the answers I'm going to take a wild stab and suggest you try Vanessa Burger of the Umbilo Action Group... *hadedas out in the dark and more knives to the back*
It's a long shot I know, but there's something inherently good about Agent Burger that remains, despite the company she keeps, and if you could get her to override her orders and open up to you, you may just get a clearer picture of this whole sordid business...

Just remember that if you do get to meet with her, preferably choose a windy day out in the open, away from any form of lighting whatsoever, and you're both to leave your cellphones in the parking lot, unless you wish to share your conversation with her colleagues... I'm sure you're aware by now that cellphones may be activated remotely to enhance and relay your voice back to hidden Listeners, even when you're offline?
Alternatively, make yourself a pouch for your phone, using sisalation, and test it by calling your own number to ensure you've sealed it tightly, and the signal can't get through.... Like I said, the Opposition are every bit as keen as the Ruling Party to gain control of the masses via the airwaves, and frankly I think it's become a one-horse race...  While the Government official's carefully fostered greed has been used to bring this country to it's knees, I find I'm more than a little grossed out by the speed with which your Party has jumped aboard the Experiment band-wagon..

Of course, if you were able to step back and see the bigger picture, you'd realise that both parties are merely pawns in this inhumane race to gain control of the entire country.
You clearly adore your mama, so it's hoped that you and your siblings will take every precaution to protect her from the inevitable battering she'll take once the surveillance technology is rigged to her power supply...
Though there's not much you can do, you could start by ensuring she has a WIRED landline, and not a cordless phone..  It was young Professor Leonard Els (currently at the PMB Uni) who'd kindly visited our home with his measuring devices, and who'd told me that our much-treasured cordless phone was ten times more deadly than a cellphone... So ja, never mind the irritation, make sure mum has a wired landline... She should also have a sisalation pouch for her cellphone, and seal it up tightly each night when she goes to bed..

Am I too late already?  You should watch out for any signs of dizzyness or sharp headaches, and she should be persuaded to tell you of even the mildest of unusual symptoms that may occur..
Our Shadow Minister of Police will be told that I'm a raving Idiot, and she'll have to make up her own mind on that score... An Idiot most certainly, but one that has for eight long years had every facet of the wireless weaponry thrown at her, making me as much an Expert in the Field as my sadistic Area Controller, Collin P. Balliram.
Has anyone thought to tell Missus KB that as she goes about her official business, there's a war going on?  A full-on war being waged over the airwaves?  The fallout from which, is dropping people like flies?  Will she allow herself to ignore me, or would she care to give Barrie Trower a call to confirm that what I say is the truth?

That charming gentleman is a retired British Intelligence Officer, and the last time we spoke he'd said he's getting reports of the laser spheres being sighted, from all around the world.  (I have his phone number BTW).
Spheres? Yep.  The same orbs that are to be seen in all of my photo albums on Facebook.  The spheres that are the product of Roux and Petruccione's quantum laser surveillance miracle... Those pretty bubbles of light that, when captured on an ordinary point and shoot digital camera, with the flash enabled, (not a cellphone camera FFS), are proof that the surveillance technology is up and running nearby...

Where does Mo Haarhoff live?  Anywhere near to Francesco's main wireless base station, tucked into the MTB at Howard College?  May I suggest she acquires a digital camera (my Olympus cost well under 2ks) and that she waits for a downpour, before going out onto her verandah and snapping away randomly at the rain in the dark, with the flash enabled?  It's possible she could take a hundred shots and that only one picture will capture these elusive beauties, but I came to discover that when the rain is pelting down, it appears to force the orbs nearer the ground in great numbers, and I seldom miss capturing at least a few of them in each shot...
Perhaps Ms. Haarhoff's street is not as heavily blanketed by the technology as we are here in Sherwood, but if she has the time and the patience to try, and not give up, I'm damned sure she'll catch of few of the buggers in her area...

Load the stick onto the laptop and go through each one carefully on zoom, and if you find nothing, take a further hundred shots the next evening as soon as it's dark... Are you up for it?  Once your camera starts to pick up the orbs outdoors, you can move inside your home and do the same thing, to see whether you have unwelcome visitors hanging about your walls and ceilings as they thieve your privacy and relay the data to a satellite..
It's not for nothing I refer to it as the Look & Listen technology, as a spy in your home has the means to both see every movement you make, and to hear so much as the sound of you clearing your throat..

Young Councillor Chapman could in fact verify all this for you, but he's in a very dodgy position, and more likely to claim ignorance of my allegations, which is fully understandable...  Can you even begin to understand where I'm coming from?  That despite that me and my friends were callously thrown to the wolves in 2005, by Allen Spence, to be rigged up as Learning Centres for the neighbourhood youth to hop in and practise their skills using Petruccione/Sentech's computerised laser program, I still feel priviliged to be around to see this scientific marvel...
Sure it's a killer, and most certainly we are OWNED by a seriously dysfunctional and criminal Area Controller, who has absolute power over both our electricity and water supplies..And yet, despite this, my curiosity for this magical weaponry burns as brightly as ever.... Dumb?  What do you think?

Why do I address Missus KB and Missus Haarhoff, when it's highly unlikely they'll ever get to read my words?  That's a chance I'll take if you don't mind, for I've an idea that someone who knows them both might just have pricked up their ears, and will hopefully pass on my message.. Fingers crossed...
You're wondering why I've been allowed to blabber on here?  Why, if my words are the truth, have I not succumbed to a fatal embolism or heart attack, administered over the powerlines?
As far as I can tell, I'm the only really live Labrat the manipulators own.. The only victim if you will, that diligently reports on the effects of being battered by this bouquet of hidden wireless frequencies, and how each one affects me...

When they tire of this cruel sport they may well choose to shut me down and let nature take it's course.. A heavy smoker with advanced skin cancer? (Squamous btw)  It's a win-win scenario, is it not Mr. Telkom Strategist?   The Abomination on my back begins to grumble as the sky grows light, and the Special Operative next door enhances his surveillance levels..
Had a word with the Missus yet, about the delicious, though maddeningly inconclusive and very recent introduction of the Pleasure frequency...? Was she repelled by the idea?  Did you manage to slither out of that awkward situation by claiming you've been ordered to employ it, as I'm proving a harder nut to crack than most?  Ai, Balliram, if you think for one minute she buys that crock, you're sadly mistaken.. Geez - Am I the only sucker down this way that's NOT living a lie?

LATER at 6.55am

It's a given there are still way more Good people out there than Bad... People who are either blissfully unaware of this inhumane Experiment, or have been given only the sketchiest of details.. Would I have the herd stampede in panic?  For that is precisely what would happen if every last facet of this amazing technology were revealed...
Hell no, but you'll have to forgive my disgust at the Have and the Have Not situation wrought by the Planners.. That those with the right 'connections' are able to take at least some precautions and employ protective measures against the hugely increased levels of EMF, while the majority are expected to sommer take their chances in this giant game of Russian Roulette...

The chopper had danced across the dark horizon some time after 4.15am, heading towards Sydenham and the microwave tower in Overport... Time to come out and admit what it's being used for?  Time to tell Joe Soap that he's OWNED, and that dissenters will be dealt with?  Not bloody likely...

LATER at 8.30am

Sir Huff'nPuff is on the warpath again this morning, or alternatively, he's badly constipated... Although he doesn't have to be nearby physically, to administer my discomfort, he does get to choose the frequencies and the levels they're to be run at... This mornings charmer?  A thumping great ache to all the fillings on the lower side of my jaw, accompanied by the BackFire frequency and Knives to the Back... This behaviour makes you feel a whole lot better, dear?
Peace...


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Saturday 8th June 2013 at 10.08am.