The unthinkable...
(begun Sunday 5th January at 4.45am..)


I'm limping again, dammit.. Whether tis el Monstro himself, patched through to ours in the dead of night, or a couple of his fawning Loyalistas, I'm not to go unscathed for my yapping mouth..
I'd surfaced enough to feel the unpleasant jabs behind my knees. and at the top of my leg, but once I woke properly, the cowards hastily withdrew, and the assaults were replaced with a gentle version of the Fiddler's frequency...
The slimy bastards know I can't resist, despite that both my hands were threatening to burst into flame...

By 3.45am I was laying there gazing up at the starry sky, when the brightest of the stars suddenly flared and winked out... A phenomenon that I've only come to see this past couple of years, and it still startles me no end.. That sudden increase in intensity, as if it had exploded a million miles away, before it disappears completely...
There's probably a logical explanation for it, but I like to think it's magic...
Someone hit me in my side just minutes ago, waking the Abomination on my back to a steady burn...  I glanced sideways out of the window to the top of the eugenia hedge, but they're being ultra-cautious and it doesn't stir, despite that the wind is up in the tops of the gumtrees across the valley..

I still firmly believe that any old monkey may be taught the basics of Francesco Petruccione's quantum laser computerised program, and how to thieve the sights and sounds in nearby homes.. It would be up to the newbie's Handlers to decide their proficiency, and to gradually introduce some of the more startling options to their pupils..
As what moral integrity they had, if any, is gently chipped away, and these so-called Warriors come to see that sitting quietly and unseen in a target's home is the very least they're now capable of achieving..
Many of them will have cut their teeth on PC games like Warcraft and the Sims, and will have no problem adapting to this astounding Real Time version of games they know and love.. They'll come to regard old Mr. B next door as no more than some fictional target in a game, as they leap invisibly about his home, following him from room to room, to capture and record his activities...

LATER at 6.34am

Has my most Excellent Neighbour been tasked to increase her vigilance these past few days?  That would explain why the top half of their kitchen stable door is open at sparrow's lately... A small gesture that somehow makes it easier to pretend that we're included in the Chain, and not merely a base that's used and abused to toughen up the Recruits... It would also explain the 'kindness' which I've been treated to in the early hours, on waking properly... Has Turdus Maximus been forced to leave the Chickencoop to go house-hunting?  To don the irritating mask of a family man, in order to keep the peace?  If this is so, does my Excellent Neighbour consider that she is our sole Monitor while the Beast is AFK?

Surely not.  Surely she's aware that Jesus' Sunbeam is behind her at all times?  The levels in our lounge last night were so bad that by 8.15pm I'd gotten up from my chair to close the window behind me, and to pull the lamp plug from the wall... That is not the work of a single Monitor, (unless it's Agent Balliram himself).. Our Freddie up at No. 12 is, and always has been, my Controller's most devoted follower (although young Narcissus lags not far behind in this department) and as such he will open the throttle wide to ensure he misses nothing in his Handler's absence...  I've no doubt these Monitors will justify this added cruelty by somehow telling themselves I've earned it...

How has my dear Master chosen to explain the astonishing properties of the Abdominal frequency to any who may have questioned my garbled attempts to describe it?  Did he shrug it off as further 'virtual' reality, and therefore nothing to be concerned about?  This latest ability to remotely apply some sort of electro- magnetic force to a female's uterus to create what to the target, is a very real sexual experience?
Are you that far gone that you would find this in any way amusing?
Yes, I'm weak and shallow, and as such, I'm at real risk of being enslaved by the sensations it creates, but have you considered that your own wives and daughters could now just as easily be violated in such a manner?

Were the women in your home to begin complaining of phantom period pains, and the sensation that their womb is about to fall onto the floor, would you pay attention, or merely send them off on a wild-goose chase to the GP?
While the Muslim leaders here in the Zone appear to be wholly at ease exposing their offspring to appalling amounts of radiation, I would question whether they're as complacent over the introduction of this latest female-targeting wireless weaponry...
You have a beautiful and loving wife, and yet it could well be a nearby Area Controller who has her gasping with pleasure in the wee hours of the night, while you snore in oblivion... And your young teenaged daughters?  How would you know if this was happening?  Would they tell you, or will their embarrassment keep them silent?

Was all this magic described to you when you first signed on to the Smart City surveillance project, or is it only now filtering through to you of the enormity of what you've helped unleash on the population?
Everything I've ever claimed, from the Sydenham Druglord and his stooges up at the Station, the SBV Heist and the missing millions that would've been used to purchase strategic properties here across the Zone, to the introduction of this latest frequency, would've initially been tossed aside as mental ravings..
And yet by now, even the vodacom Strategist Jannie van Zyl, will have been forced to eat crow on more than one occasion, as the truth becomes apparent, and the world sees that the Sydenham and Sherwood community are indeed being saturated by an astoundingly advanced technology...

A technology that's been handed blithely to criminals to operate... What Sales Pitch did Barnabas use when he first approached Father Denker with a view to rigging up St. Theresa's and St. Philomena's as mini wifi base stations?  Did he speak glowingly of a One World Order that was to save mankind from himself, and the ruin he'd created?  Did he say that he had contacts in the National Lotto who would be prepared to fund some wondrous upgrades to those worthy establishments, in return for their co-operation with the Project operators?

Did he flourish that article in the Popular Mechanics under the noses of those who expressed their doubts?  The piece that has Stefanus Roux extolling the safety of his quantum laser 'communications' system'?  Our Stef omitted to mention that it would be his colleague Petruccione's contribution to this experiment that would have such devastating results upon the community's health, did he not?  Once the hugely powerful wifi was activated to flood out across the suburbs from the UKZN's Memorial Tower Block, and the fumblings with the streetlights began in earnest, it would've been curtains for many of the residents...
By that time our Operative Balliram already had a growing number of students here in the Zone, who were becoming more skilled by the day at employing the computerised quantum laser program, and the technology added to the streetlights gave them added control over the power feeds to individual homes as well..
Here in the Zone at least, individual water supplies are now also under the computerised control of a nearby monitor, and may be easily accessed and tampered with, if need be...

I'm still dead curious as to how you can equate this monstrous corruption with anything remotely Good?  Sure, they've battered you senseless with the tidal wave of engineered crime that's occurring in every corner of the land, but to look at the Ruling Party as the sole authors of your misery is laughable in the extreme..
You'd do better to research those behind the push for a single world order..
I read that Bill Gates is an avid supporter of the Green Agenda, although it's unknown what levels he'd sink to, to promote his beliefs...

Was she specifically tasked to talk him into fleeing to what he thought would be a safe haven?  When exactly had she filled him in on the details of the push to wire SA to the world wide Grid?   Which of them had finally realised that the sphere that constantly appeared above her head in photographs taken, wasn't some sort of spiritual manifestation of Good, but irrefutable evidence that she carries her own tracker with her, 24/7?
As usual, I'd mailed the latest CPF Minutes to our Station Commander yesterday afternoon, only this time I'd attached a photo as well..
It had been the first picture I'd snapped inside the little Committee Room on the evening of our CPF get-together, and I'd caught the Eavesdroppers on the Hill, napping...

For there is our Head of Station leaning over the buffet table, while above, near the ceiling, hangs a perfect sphere.. My camera's flash had been duly noted by our Monitors at that point, and none of the following pictures I'd taken reveals further orbs... As I'd had no intention whatsoever of capturing spheres, you can only imagine my delight when I'd gone through those results the next day, and had found the proof of my lucky break...
Will my Station Commander appreciate the evidence in that picture, and is it common knowledge that all Officers are monitored, no matter their rank?

It looks set to be another stinker out there today.. Keep an eye on any hedges between you and your neighbour's aircon units, for you never know who's keeping you company these days... Peace..

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Sunday 5th January 2014 at 9.19am.