Friday, January 24, 2014

The joke...
(begun Saturday 25th January at 3.25am..)


It's been over an hour since I woke, and despite that I've put the ceiling fans on, the appalling heat remains.. Natural trapped heat, even though most of the windows stay open overnight, or man-made, and delivered somehow over our manipulated powerlines with a cook-out in mind?
As I put pen to pad here at the desk, the reaction is instantaneous, and my face suddenly threatens to explode with additional heat, before the sensation vanishes...  I'm comfortable knowing that there are plenty of you out there who understand exactly what just happened here, even if I don't...
Is that what's going on?  Is that why you're hanging back and regarding me with such caution, and not a little distaste?

Pointing at respected Academics and crying foul, has you questioning my sanity?  How quickly you forget.
It had been young Leon Chetty who'd created the durbanite.co.za website, with no doubt good intentions.. A website that ultimately fell foul of Sutcliffe's proclivity for litigation, and it was abandoned as a result..  To this day I have no idea whether Leon had intended to create a legitimate place where Joe Public could air his grievances and liaise with the relevant Muni officials, or whether it was simply another platform to be used to tar and feather the Ruling Party and their crooked deals..
Either way it had proven to be invaluable to me, and had answered at least one or two of the hundreds of questions that were driving me nuts...

How could so many intelligent, morally upright members of society fall for a scam that was to remove their right to privacy and good health forever?
It had been Yogesh Naidoo who'd unwittingly provided me with an answer.. You remember him?  His posts were always well-written and articulate, and even though my paranoia was already pretty advanced by then, I could see no bad in him at all...
I seem to think it had been in a private message that he'd dropped the bombshell, by saying that the good were going to have to work from within to eradicate the corrupt in the Muni, and that was it...
At last I had one of the answers that had eluded me for so long..

Sutcliffe and his Project Marketing Managers were using the Trojan Horse concept to fool the Respectable and Good into hopping on board his Smart City quantum laser 'communications' system, and they were falling for it in droves..
I had of course blogged my revelation straight away, and poor Yogesh had disappeared from durbanite, never to return... I still wonder now and then whether that kind man was ever punished for unwittingly helping me.. Whether his home was flooded with some of the nastier frequencies available to his Area Controller, or whether he was set up to be hijacked or terrorised by some other means... Hopefully not, as there was no way he could possibly have foreseen the effect his innocent remarks would have on me...

And there'd been more.. A member of durbanite who'd chosen to call themselves 'whistleblower' had posted a piece called 'A better life for all', and in what turned out to be an eight page diatribe, they'd named the names of many who were up to their eyeballs in the corruption operating out of the eThekwini Municipality.. Tragically, I've long since lost the printout I'd made of that damning indictment, and you can bet it won't be found anywhere on the web...
Among others things it had revealed a corrupt relationship between the then City Manager, Sutcliffe, and one Francesco Petruccione of the Physics Department at UKZN, and a deal that was only hinted at...
There was also mention made of a Cornelius Groesbeek and his H2O company, and some sort of crooked arrangement which had involved the laying of a fibre network through the stormwater drains across the city and suburbs...

I recall googling H2O at the time, to find that the UK authorities had employed them for a similar task, but that it had gone pear-shaped and the contract had folded... Whether true or not, it certainly had me looking sideways at Mr. Groesbeek and his company's activities out there...
More especially the armies of Muni wekkers who'd arrived by the lorry-load here in the valley back in when? 2004/2005? to clear the stormwater drain that runs along the floor of the Muni parkland situated below our property...  I can't pretend I knew what was going on back then, and it was only some years later that I'd realised whatever it was those guys had been up to down there, the noisy colonies of toads that had bred there for all the years since we moved in, back in 1976/77, had disappeared and were gone forever..

That would've been around the same time I was writing and hand-delivering my mails to Howard Whitehead, who at the time was still Head of the Electricity Department.. Letters that were never answered, despite his charming secretary Rosemary Naidoo, insisting that she would see he read them...
Those letters (of which I still have copies) concerned the two white boxes (that turned out to be Telkom wireless boxes), that had gone up on our streetlight pole and the pole outside my neighbour at No. 6.. Both of which had minute red pilot lights, and the boxes had been angled to face down towards our home...
You may recall that eventually it had amused our now Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, Allen Spence, to come out and meet me, and to explain to me that we, along with Cato Crest, were to be the lucky recipients and test area for a highly sophisticated computerised anti-cable theft technology...

I'd protested even back then, and had told the electrical engineer that we'd never in all the years we'd lived here, had any cable stolen, so why rig up our little street with the technology?  He'd blagged his way out of that one, although my continued protests had led to those two boxes being removed under extremely dodgy circumstances... You remember that day?  How Mike HERE from the Electricity Department's Security Divison had arrived to check out those two boxes and to report to me that they were empty, and had no function at all?  Only I'd managed to catch a glimpse of what was inside when he'd removed the cover as he stood at the top of the ladder?  Crammed with multicoloured wires in the top half, and a single lens device in the bottom?
He'd returned some weeks later to officially remove them, and had been accompanied by at least five other vehicles and their assorted occupants HERE... (All of which photos are among the 37 CD's I've packed away out of harm's reach).  Oh yes.  I have the pictures to back up my story, and had by then taken to having them burned onto CD for safe-keeping.  Safe-keeping se GAT, as Operative Balliram had already managed to hack into both of Ash's businesses by then, and to corrupt my memory cards with ease... You will by now have grasped that the anti-cable theft technology we were 'testing' was in fact Sutcliffe's quantum laser/wifi surveillance system, and that not long afterwards our immediate neighbour at No. 6 had been handed control over the powerlines that feed this stretch of Harris Crescent...

We'd subsequently lost electrical appliances hand-over-fist, as the pseudo Intelligence officer fumbled and crashed his way into each of the plugpoints throughout our home to gain control of every device we owned... All water under the bridge you say?  Sure it is, but man, I continue to have a problem with those boffins up at UKZN, and how they support the lies and corruption that surround this bid to control the population..
Everywhere you go, there are streetlights blazing in the middle of the day, and yet Eskom would have you believe there's a power crisis...
Everywhere you go there is water running in the streets, and MacLeod will tell you earnestly that there are six standard-sized swimming pools of water being lost each day across eThekwini...What he won't tell you, is that it's as a direct result of Sutcliffe's fibre through the stormwater drains, as are the lights kept active to 'talk' to each other for the quantum laser system, as they grant access by designated Controllers to homes and businesses across town and beyond..

People worry too much about surveillance?  Really?  When it's your sixteen year-old neighbour of undetermined character, who's being ushered unseen into your bathroom by a Controller, to watch you at your most intimate ablutions?  When their very arrival as they bounce invisibly into your home causes the power levels to fluctuate wildly, and your immune system takes a knock as a result?
I would suggest that the Academics involved in the Project have turned a blind eye to the devastation they're causing to the population's health, and that they already regard themselves as part of some untouchable Elite...
Sure, eggs must be broken to achieve the omelette that is the One World Order, but on such a scale, and by such filthy means?  To blatantly hand such power to the undeniably crooked, and to encourage them to torture the innocents in their charge, would suggest a far darker purpose than the one you've been sold..
To urge the youthful recruits to the quantum Army to lie to their parents on the matter of what they really get up to out there on the airwaves, and for spouses to withhold the gory details from their better halves, is set to produce a nation who will lose the ability to tell true from false, and I guess that's precisely what the Project Authors desire...

The Big Yellow Taxi Facebook page creator claims he lacks IT skills, and if this is so, he's a sitting duck for the Controller who's running his power feed... Will you stand up and help him in his quest for justice, and will you keep a close eye on Cheryl and Kevin at the Save our Berea page?  By doing so, you could just save those good people from a whole lot of nasty mischief, easily attainable by those that control the relative powerfeeds to their homes and offices..
For it would appear that as much as light is necessary for these ferrets to achieve their aims, these agents do not personally care to be caught in the spotlight, and prefer to lurk in dark corners, employing their hit and run tactics...
How can this be stopped?  It can't.  The only thing you can do, is to be AWARE that your home is no longer your castle, and that especially if you are a public figure, you will automatically have unseen company in the privacy of your home.. That every word you utter or write, and every action you make, will be monitored and recorded, to be stored to a satellite in the sky above..

I myself am no more than an insignificant figure of fun in the greater scheme of things.. Rightly judged as dim-witted to the extent that I've been 'privileged' to trial run almost every aspect of this astonishing quantum laser/wireless weaponry, and to shriek about it endlessly here on blogger, without fear that I'll be taken seriously... In fact, I'm one of the Projects little jokes am I not?  A joke that demonstrates on an almost daily basis, the futility of going up against those that would enslave us... Have a splendiferous day and,
peace...

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Saturday 25th January 2014 at 9.05am.