Unbowed...
(begun Tuesday 22nd October at 5.30am...)


The sun's just about to burst forth above the trees on the horizon, and there's a nippy wind up already..Another superlative dawn, here in the valley of the damned...
I'd been pulling back the curtains in the lounge at around 5am, when Someone had drilled me in the small of my back with some serious intent... No, I hadn't inadvertently walked into a pre-existing wall of crud, as I do in various places around our home.. This one was fully manual, and the spite it contained at that hour of the day was quite remarkable...

I'd been sweeping the driveway yesterday at around 10am, and I'd watched two pale-skinned older guys busying themselves across the road at the Moth Cottage at No. 11... They were the same sort of age group as the two that had arrived to stand talking to our Area Controller at No. 6 HERE, around the day after he or one of his graduates had surged the powerlines, just short of starting a fire...
More retirees, lured back to work by the prospect of huge financial rewards, to share their lifetime of expertise?
One of those chaps at No. 11 had a sort of wheel device, and he'd walked it up and down in front of the bank of raw, teetering earth, and shaken his head.. The GameWrecker said later that it sounded like a device used to search for existing underground cables and water lines, but I wouldn't know about that...

Yesterday?  I'd updated my blog and spent some time on Facebook after that, without any apparent problems.. I'd booted up again sometime after 1.15pm, and by 1.25pm I'd discovered that Facebook had become unusable... Ticking a Like option gave me an error message each time, and when I'd gone to write on my own timeline, I'd gotten a There's a problem updating your status message... Is this something that happens frequently to Facebook users?  I'd tried a new iBurst connection, but it had made no difference, so after sending out the CPF Minutes I'd shut down and called my Vice Chair...
Turns out that he too was having problems with Facebook, although his gmail was rendered unusable as well, and he'd expressed his surprise that we were both enduring similar mischief despite that we use iBurst and he's on a Telkom connection...Edit: Have since learned that the Facebook problem at least, was widespread.

I'd have to lay odds that the blue Beemer had pulled back into No. 6 at around 5.30pm.  The Backfire frequency had hit me soon after I'd curled up in my chair in the lounge at 5.45pm, and I'd been dealing with it when out of the blue I'd been hit by the colon frequency as well..
Yep, the same one that can have the locals scurrying off to visit their proctologists in a panic.. The one that I aver had caused the Director of St. Phil's early demise, within a four-month period...
I'd suggested out loud to my Shift Monitor that he desist from employing that disgusting frequency, but it was still operating fifteen minutes later, so at 6.12pm I'd sent a text to the Glorious Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, our Allen Spence, to inform him that his pseudo-spy was once again over-stepping his brief...
That particular discomfort had disappeared totally, shortly after I'd sent my text, although the sms was doubtless blocked before it reached it's destination.. No problem.  As promised, our Al gets his mention here anyways...

*It's just gone 6am, and he chirrups his remote and the Backfire frequency increases a couple of notches.. Imagination? Psychosomatic bullshit? Hardly, and I'm comfortable knowing that more than a few of my readers are well aware of the means that Agent Balliram uses to connect to our home, and that his remote can feature heavily in the levels of pain and discomfort I'm treated to...*

Is the Geoengineering Watch Admin aware that HAARP are working with the quantum laser/wireless technology to control the world's population?  That universities around the globe have recruited their Physics Departments to run enormously powerful and debilitating wifi systems out across the cities and suburbs, in conjunction with the so-called perfectly safe quantum laser technology, and that the Weathermen are merely acting as backup to this inhumane experiment?
The three wet days we've just experienced, have produced some frankly astonishing results, and appear to have trebled the amount of fungi and lichens about our garden...

Does Allen Spence regularly field questions from those anxious on the matter of so many unqualified and raw recruits handling the powerlines?  In our case, does he reassure these doubters, and insist that while many of the Graduates are ostensibly left in charge of monitored sections, their Tutor and Controller is at all times a mere hop, skip, and jump away, and would be able to prevent any major give-away catastrophes from occurring?  Really?  How handy to be able to lay the blame for errors on one of his graduates, when all the while it will have been Lord Pig's arrival, that had surged those lines the week before...
I'd lay you ten to one that it was he himself who'd bounced in from another location at 3.30pm, and had deliberately caused that dangerous and prolonged surge, for reasons unknown...
It won't be the last such mischief either, not by a long shot... Want to adjust or change the feed to a particular home, and need a crew up the ladders to achieve this?  Arrange to have the usual stretch of copper cabling between our pole and Freddie's nicked, or alternatively cause sufficient damage through an engineered surge, and bob's your uncle.. Howards, Raw Power, or the Muni wekkers themselves, can then legitimately be seen to climb up and fiddle with the lines..

The quantum laser Smart City project has yet to reach your little backwater?
Will you recognize it when it arrives?
When crime in your area suddenly escalates wildly, and there are dogs running lost along your streets?
When a nearby water line 'bursts' and is left to fountain out thousands of litres of water for hours, despite your frantic calls to the Fault line?
When the Parks tree-fellers are to be seen either felling established trees on the verge, or radically lopping off branches to facilitate line of sight...
When a Telkom bakkie or two begins regularly parking off at a nearby switchbox, and the driver often disappears down a manhole for great lengths of time...

Will your school-leaver kids be approached online, to join the only Game in Town, or will you yourself be suitably rattled by the growing number of hijackings and home invasions in your street, so that when a friend suggests you apply to MWeb to join the Smart City Project, you do so willingly, although you have no real idea of how invasive this technology is?
How, despite that you or your adult children are officially recruited to this data Collector's Army, there is always someone above them, who will be able to access your home regularly to record your own conversations and actions, to make doubly sure that you're sticking to their rules...

Will you recognize the Project's arrival, when you begin to endure flu-like symptoms regularly?  As the enormous amounts of EMF required to run the technology at it's optimum strength start to batter away at your immune system?  Will your joints start to take major strain, and your wrists or knees experience jabbing knife-like pains?  Have a word with your Area Controller and he/she will have your feed adjusted accordingly, and maybe those pains will disappear?
Will it be recommended that you take out a gym membership to get rid of the excess weight you carry, thereby providing less soft tissue that could be affected by the unregulated wireless frequencies that now flood your area?
*My cancer is suddenly offended by the Pig's presence as he leers over my shoulder, following each scribbled word I write.. You can't conceive that such a technology exists?  Ask your child if such a thing is possible, and depending on the level they've reached in the ranks, and the amount of brainwashing that they've experienced, there's a slim chance they will answer truthfully in the affirmative...*

My Facebook Friend Ms. Moodley asked how she could recognize the surveillance were it to be activated in her home, although I guess she has no need to fear any additional attentions from her Area Controller.
She spends much of her time doing the Project Planners work for them, as she writes constantly of the extreme greed and corruption in the Ruling Party's ranks.. A veritable one-man distraction from those shadowy figures behind the ANC, who are in fact manipulating and encouraging the trough-feeders to continue looting the coffers...
Those who are sent in to the informal settlements to stir up further misery and unrest, and to arrange for candles to be 'knocked over', that the destroyed shacks may be replaced by the laser-friendly zinc sheets.. You can guarantee that in every Informal Settlement there are now Project stooges like our own Vincent, who will have access to an untouchable but illegal electricity connection, and who will have been schooled in the art of employing the computerised quantum laser program...

I have a question..
To whom do these brighter-than-most Recruits answer to, as they monitor and record their fellows behaviour?  To the so-called Good Guys, or to the dedicated Mischief-makers who would have this country brought to it's knees in order that the population accept the total removal of their right to privacy?
If you consider that the savages who beat that unfortunate farmer to death with a hammer are in any way more wicked than the Authors of this world-changing technological experiment, then I beg that you think again.. Sadly, I fear it's too late to change your carefully manipulated focus at this stage, though I'll keep trying..
Peace...

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Tuesday 22nd October 2013 at 9.22am...