Fairground attraction..
(begun Tuesday 21st January at 3.55am..)


*If there is indeed a benevolent god or Force out there, (and you'll appreciate that some days I'm beset by doubts, more than others), may He/She/It embrace me for the foolish twat that I am.. Daring to go up against the Darkness that's disguised as Light, was never going to end in anything but pain and tears, but it's not like I had a choice...*

There'd been nothing in the kitchen when I'd made my first coffee, and nothing in the lounge as I'd tidied away the newspapers and opened the front door... The toilet hadn't bitten me either, but by the time I came and sat down here at the desk, my Shift Monitor/s had been at their post, running the vile BackFire frequency...
It makes sense that the sadistic One-eyed King and his eyesight-compromised devotees will insist they get the best results by using that particularly foul weapon, as I achieved the abomination on my back through no-one's fault but my own, and I haven't a leg to stand on..

Besides, their alternatives aren't much better, are they?  The Abdominal frequency that can cause that dull, grinding ache to your womb area or lower back, to the point where you think you're having really bad period pains, or you've pinched a nerve near your spine?  Then there's the Throat Choker special that can have me dry-hacking so violently that I literally see stars, and if it's a prolonged session, and my Controller is trying to make some sort of point, as they'd done recently, I can actually feel the area at the back of my throat as it's 'touched' by their precision weaponry, to cause those hectic involuntary spasms...
None of this could in anyway be classed as GOOD white magic, but magic it is, nonetheless...

You'll have gathered that I'm not a snob when it comes to Koos Bekker's DStv offerings, and that I seldom get miffed when I sit down to watch something and find I've seen it like three times already... Generally speaking, there's nearly always something to watch, and if not, there's the Kindle..
It had been Amy Farrah-Fowler who'd introduced me to the alternative uses for an electric toothbrush, hey Laz, and I think it had been the day before yesterday that I'd just caught Leonard's Penny going on about the hypothalamous (sp) as being some sort of pleasure centre...
Eventually I'd gotten round to googling it, and had discovered that it's an area in the brain that controls all sorts of things...
So far, the fierce jabs to my skull aren't that much of a regular occurrence, and I always log them when they happen, be it to my temple, my forehead, or at the base of my skull, so I must conclude that that area has little or nothing to do with my physical reaction to the Fiddler's frequency.. If anyone attempts to tell you that the experiences I try to describe are merely figments of a vivid imagination, you should tell them to take a hike..
While this hypothalamous may well be affected ultimately (by all the engineered fun and games), into causing the floodgates to open so often these days, you'd better believe that it IS my uterus that's being forced to contract like that, and there's no ways I'm imagining it...

The little gems that you can pick up from the box have to include the one that I'd overheard last night... We were watching the stuff the kids had loaded onto the harddrive for us, and Walter White had just been told that he wouldn't be released from hospital until they found the reason for his alleged two-day loss of memory..  In the end, the cunning Chemist had used the client confidentiality rule, and had told his psychiatrist he hadn't lost his memory at all, but had simply chosen to go walk-about for a couple of days, due to stress...
He'd bound the shrink to secrecy, and insisted he be released, and so it was...

So what had that head-doctor come up with to satisfactorily explain Walt's 2-day loss of memory? Guess? A one-off episode of Transient Global Amnesia, FFS!! I nearly fell off my chair when they'd trotted it out.. Ring a bell with any of you?
Man, it wasn't that long ago that my uncle had taken himself to another neuro-surgeon for a second opinion on the cause of his petite mal blackouts, and the battery of tests he'd run had all come up negative, leaving the doc no choice but to diagnose J with this TGA, despite that in J's case it's happened more than once...
How long has that label been around, and where did it originate?  The USA perhaps?  A couple of decades back, when the controlling quantum laser/wifi technology was first rolled out, and the Men in Black began playing around with the population's electrical assets remotely, before moving on to target the people themselves physically, with the wireless weaponry?

Were enough victims affected in the same manner back then, as J has been recently, for the term Transient Global Amnesia to be coined?  A specific wireless frequency, that when applied can cause those petite mal blackouts or seizures and amnesia?  Have the quantum Boffins figured out the exact combination of little-known frequencies required to achieve that effect, or does it depend entirely on the brain make-up of the target?  I'd go with the latter, but you can bet those science-wallahs are working on perfecting that particular weapon in the wireless arsenal as we speak...
Seizures?  A word I heard used recently.. Ah yes.  It was the Mast Fighter who'd mentioned just the other day, that several members of a local family were suffering inexplicable seizures, and that the cause of those fits could well be due to mast emissions... I have no further details, but if you're interested, you could always go 'Friend' Tracey-Lee, and then post your query on her wall?

LATER at 5am

The clouds on the horizon are just turning pink, and a couple of hadedas noisily announce a change in the airwaves out in the valley, between the mini base station at St. Theresa's and Harris Crescent, and the fire on my back flares briefly...
Our Jacob was at the doctor's for a routine check-up?  Is a triple visit to a heart specialist standard procedure, or is he suffering from the results of an over-enthusiastic quantum Warrior's monitoring efforts?
Did Mo and his cronies explain to our President early on that he would be watched closely for his own safety?
Did anyone bother to go to lengths to describe how the technology works, or was Zuma only given the barest outlines?

Is there a chance that his zealous protectors have managed to knowingly or unknowingly batter the man's immune system to the point where he's now begun experiencing those weird heart palpitations frequently?
How much does he know?  Is he aware of the ease with which this can be achieved remotely, or has he been persuaded that any problems with his heart are solely due to the stress of the job?
In this case I'd have to go with the former, as that would neatly explain the reason for those underground bunkers at Nkandla, and I'm betting he's been told he can escape the wireless frequencies in just such a hidey-hole...  Are those walls lined with a sisalation-type material, or painted with an electro-magnetic repellant of sorts?  You can count on it... I must go..

LATER at 6.15am

A discreet chirrup from the Monster's remote just before I'd headed for the bathroom at ten to 6am, and the levels of BackFire were waiting for me... I'd barely sat myself down in the tub when that faint background rumble had kicked off, and a couple of minutes later, as I'd lowered myself under the water, the pain had been truly exquisite.. Cry out in agony?  Curse?  Weep?  Not as long as I can help it, Turdus Maximus...*finger   Does he continue to stand innocently back, insisting he no longer plays any part in my torture?  There'd been a ladder propped back up again at his gate motor late yesterday afternoon, and the gates had been standing open earlier..  Are you beginning to get the picture after all this time?

That for some reason that motor features heavily in Agent Balliram's connection to ours, and that THIS grubby and innocuous-looking cable running under his wall, directly towards the fire hydrant strategically placed there on the verge, is how he controls our waterlines... See where the protective covering has come away, revealing the wires it carries?
You can pretty much guarantee he will insist he has nothing to do with the ever-increasing levels of pain I'm experiencing at bathtimes, and that it's one or other of his Graduates that's running the shifts.. You bet it is, but under his close instruction... *vomits...
The clouds this morning are truly magnificent, and the liquid sound of a rainbird nearby again brings to mind Phil Collin's Another day in Paradise, although in truth the beauty that surrounds me, hides a filthy secret...

Blogger stats would have me believe that there's a bunch of regular visitors to these pages who live in the United States... A lie, created by my bored Web Administrator, or the truth for a change?
If true, who are they, and how the heck did they find my ramblings, hidden as they are in a quiet backwater of the interwebz?
The USA's version of Area Controllers, dotted about the States, who come on in to marvel at the levels of wickedness and cruelty that can be achieved in this country, without so much as one person lifting a finger?
Any of those American visitors employed by the CIA?  Those men in black who keep regular contact with their counterparts in this country, in order to egg them on to greater feats of crime and corruption?

At this time of year I'm easily distracted by the Red Carpet events, and can spend ages admiring the fashions and behaviour of those movie stars... A pleasant past-time indeed, but according to Facebook pages like the GeoEngineering Watch or the Sleuth Journal, all is not quite as rosy as it would appear to be across the water..  Will they be ready for the Transition when it comes?  Is every town and city in the USA already wired to the max, or are they lagging behind us, despite their head-start?
There's such an air of urgency about HAARP's operations and google's blatant manipulations, that I'm beginning to think I might even get lucky and still be around when the ribbon is finally cut to usher in the New World Order... Not something that I would dare count on, as my life is, and always will be, OWNED by the Slab of Spite next door at No. 6, and relocating him won't change a thing...

One expressionless, dead-pan fit of rage too many on his part, and I'm history, and most of you would be none the wiser... That's how it rolls these days, folks, as you trip over each other in your haste to join this ignoble Cause...
Peace...

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Tuesday 21st January 2014 at 8.48am.