From the grave?
(begun Friday 9th August at 4.45am..)
Someone quite crude is on shift right now.. With all of last night's rain, they can pack away the faint thready squeaker enhancers outdoors, and bring out their much noisier bigger brothers, and they'd done that as soon as I sat down here at the desk...
Next came the helpful Backfire frequency, followed quite smartly by a mini heatwave and a band of discomfort running below my navel, from side to side... Although each will react differently to the diligent attentions of these unwanted and invisible Visitors to our homes, you may come to recognise similarities taking place in your bedrooms overnight, and identify them for what they really are...
The Flyboys had arrived in the Airwing chopper shortly after 6pm last night, and had gone about their business briskly, and at an identifiable height, even in the dark... I'd logged the last sound of their presence at 6.54pm, so they'd been circling pretty much within earshot for close to an hour, as they'd raced to capture the Smart City data before the weather closed in...
Starting to get a rough idea of the billions this Experiment is costing the country? Is the cost of keeping that blue and white whirlybird aloft day and night, coming from a special fund, or is it, as I maintain, having almost the entire SAPS Airwing budget poured into just the one chopper, while the rest stand idle due to a claimed lack of maintenance and parts?
It would be easy to ascribe the thunderstorm that finally hit us at 8.45pm, to the handiwork of the weathermen at HAARP. Not your standard noise and light show that is generally over and done within a half hour, but one that came and went, right up until I'd logged the still rolling thunder and rain just before 11pm...
I wouldn't be surprised if the Airwing crew had landed safely at either Virginia or Louis Botha, only minutes before the storm kicked off.. Whether luck or skillful planning, their safety is paramount to the Project here in Durban...
I'd had a great day out yesterday, despite the copious amounts of the Backfire frequency early on... No. 17 had joined me as usual, and had chattily volunteered that her ovary area had suddenly begun playing up this past week, along with her still dodgy stomach problems... I'd bumped into her in the aisle at Pick n Pay, and she'd been quite bolt-eyed as she'd described how she'd taken a donkey-kick to the side only minutes earlier... Par for the course, as the Trackers hound their labrat's every movement when they venture farther afield... Will she get to meet the new frequency? Will it react on her in a similar fashion as it has to me? I'd put it as delicately as I could, and had asked her to let me know if the painful assaults to her person began to turn into something else entirely, so we'll have to wait and see...
Assurances will no doubt be made that your mothers, wives, and daughters won't be violated in this manner, but I guess you're starting to realise that's utter bullshit, and that we're ALL fair game, recruits or not. Our Casanova will be out there spreading the lurve, though it's a given he'll employ his obedient monkeys to do most of the actual dirty, as he sprawls comfortably in his Director's chair...
Is there some sort of roster available as to who pulls which monitoring shift on this stretch, or is that information as carefully muddied as the rest of this inhumane Experiment?
I'll ask anyways - Who was so busy in ours at 2.40am this morning? Who had taken such pleasure in creating that highly uncomfortable burning itch to my nethers, before finally allowing me to nod back off to sleep? I was woken again at 4.25am, to the weird sensation of my legs vibrating from the knees down, as I was cooked over a high heat, and I'd gotten out of bed without demur..
No wonder Balliram is viewed by many as PRISM's finest Operative in this neck of the woods, as it appears he has a flair for teaching your innocent sons and daughters to practise unimaginable cruelties upon their fellow-man, while persuading them to regard their actions as no more that an amusing sort of game...
LATER at 5.40am
In which mansion, in which country, does our Mo Shaik sleep off his Eid celebrations, even as I scribble here? Has he too starved himself down to half his size, denying himself all manner of delicacies in order to achieve the lean physique of his co-conspirators? The jury's still out on that one, and it may be that vanity has little to do with the swift and startling weight loss apparent in so many of the Players... Anyone seen our friend the Arms Dealer of late, or has he too shrunken down so as to be near unrecognisable? Who'll be next to startle us in such a way? Chief Clark himself? If young Stephen is not yet privy to the real reasons behind these weight losses, he may care to have a quiet chat to his counterpart up at Sydenham Station, and try to get to the bottom of it all...
Last I'd heard of Mo Shaik was when he'd been ensconced at Harvard University, doing a Banking course to fit in with his new position.. A course that may well have been included in the gift package he was given by the USA when he'd agreed to allow our country and it's inhabitants to be rigged up with the PRISM technology, lock, stock, and barrel.... With Obama firmly in place, Muslim countries would've been all too happy to contribute to the PRISM initiative, and to use their own community here in SA as guinea pigs for this world-wide experiment...
The Islamic people are obedient to their Leaders orders, and will accept their huge losses as some sort of martyrdom to a greater Cause, without argument....
Are you following my incomprehensible babblings? That every aspect of this attempt to control the world has been covered, and that our country was chosen to be the demo model for this astonishingly advanced technology? I'm old enough to remember that I should be shocked by the diligent attempts to dumb down an entire nation's moral integrity, and I still tend to feel uncomfortable when I find an explicitly violent or sexual program running at peak hour on the television.. Do I write a furious letter or make a call? Nope, I shrug it off and remind myself it's way too late for such niceties....
That children in their early teens are already being exposed to the Experiment, and toughened up to play their role as Monitors and Controllers of their real-life hostages, and the sooner they become hardened to man's inhumanity to man, the better...
While there is still so much to delight in out there, and the majority of people still retain a modicum of kindness, I fear it won't be for much longer, as the Frank Zappa quote in Fingolfin's comment on the Surveillance thread had put it so succinctly... There will come a point when the authorities have us all so tightly trapped in this web of surveillance technology, that the need for the lies and secrecy will fall away, and we'll finally come to realise that our personal freedom has been removed forever... At the rate they're going, I very much doubt I'll be around to hear that knell of doom ring out, although you can still follow the Project's steady progress by keeping up with the local rags.. A spate of electrical fires, a huge jump in bloody crimes, a nearby river badly contaminated, and you know the Big Brother technology is not far behind...
Did the White Widow, aka Samantha Lewthwaite, have anything to do with the fire at Nairobi Airport? Wanted for terrorist activities in East Africa, had Interpol been anticipating something along the lines of that act of arson? Is that what had the Hawks swoop on the madressa in Candella Road a fortnight ago, and those two Officers banging on my gate later that same day? Was Glen Nayager having fun at my expense, even from his grave?
LATER at 8.05am
Apparently the mere sight of me building Millie's dressing for the morning Matinee bath session, has sent Someone into a mini frenzy, and my right ovary threatens to explode as the hadedas burst into their startled chorus, while a heatwave engulfs me.. Women's Day? Not something to be celebrated by the assorted guinea-pigs and circus freaks dotted about the Zone, that's for sure...
Does Agent Burger see One World Order as the only way to survive? Who was it that produced the exact right Sales Pitch to steer her thinking in that direction? Young Francesco himself, up at the Physics Department at UKZN? She and her writing skills are a real feather in the cap of the Liar who heads the Show down this way, and one can only hope that arrangements were made to dumb down any wireless emissions that may have been causing her mama unnecessary additional pain...
Has she been made to believe, as with so many of her intellectual peers, that she will be exempt from the slavery planned for we lesser mortals, or has she like BeVonk, come to realise that no-one is to be trusted, least of all her own Handlers?
Peace..
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Friday 9th August 2013 at 10.29am.
