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My dreams were going pretty crappily the other morning. I had to
get up for a pee and to rinse my mouth, drink a little water too. It came
back to me that when we get unpleasant dreams it's because we forgot
to align our mind with the Holy Spirit before we went to sleep; or I
did. Call it it your Higher Self or whatever you choose. The purpose is
to orientate our mind away from fear; our usual unconsciously fearpermeated consciousness. I thought I had, or that I didn't really have to
bother, considering my reading material earlier. Ken Wapnick's Time
is A Vast Illusion. I guess I was wrong.
A mental note as I rinsed, an internal psychological shift in the
virtual blink of an eye and back to bed, to face what dreams may
come if any. It was great. I was floating on air at times, literally so,
above the battleground, levitating smoothly into some kind of
aperture on a higher floor and straight onto the floorboards of a large
room. I should have taken notes after; my memory of the people who
were there and in the rest of the dream are mostly gone. The important
part of the dream was the difference in the psychological orientation
to everyday events, the ambiguity of them. These people were mainly
friends, enlightened, loving people, not self-deceiving narcissists
made insane by their own unconscious guilt and mad projections and
dissociation.
At one point... A woman; she seems familiar; we're close; we stop
and face each other while walking; she's fair-haired. I don't know who
she is or is supposed to be but I suppose I do, only her hair is the
wrong colour, but it doesn't matter. I'm assertive, or certain in my
attitude towards her and my actions; this is love. I think we have our
arms around each other, I've forgotten. I want you to come home with
me, I say. Finally. As if after a long ordeal, we finally get there.
Home is as much symbolic. Outside of that I can't recall anything
else of the dream. There were lots of events in mind when I woke. As
with ideas that come to mind, the assumption is I'll remember them.
Yet, I knew it wouldn't matter too much as long as I didn't forget the
This at the age of 23, the age he wrote it. He did later go on to
describe it as an airless book but I found it fascinating as I think many
people did.
What is no less fascinating, even more so in a way, is that Philip
K. Dick's long story Minority Report was published in the same year,
1956. His story of pre-crime. You really have to wonder just who
truly had their finger on the pulse back then. In terms of prescience, if
Dick wasn't psychic, he may as well have been. Colin Wilson went on
to be seen as one of the world's foremost criminologists by many,
certainly his book publishers. He didn't see pre-crime coming though,
or the advent or upsurge of the police state, for all his analyses of
crime and criminals, serial killers and signs of the times. Perhaps he
was looking in the wrong place. It sometimes almost seemed to me
that he wanted to be a fully paid up member of the Establishment in
the end while still retaining his Outsider credentials. I wasn't
convinced. One need only read any book by Icke to realise there's a
whole other world of Establishment nefariousness that Colin Wilson
never touched on or even dreamed of. It's possible he simply avoided
it, seeing his work as integrating it all on a higher level... of
consciousness, or that would be part and parcel of the goal... of the
higher evolution of mankind.
I don't really see how this can be done without a clear picture of
just how dire things are. Alternative news sites are laying the situation
bare for all to see- or in part. I think it's fantastic on the whole.
Sometimes I think I take a kind of joyful glee in just how deep the
hypocrisy and insanity goes. I can think back to every self-righteous
schoolteacher, male and female, from primary school onwards, not to
mention my insane mother before and during this, and realise these
people were... what? Clueless? Terminally deluded? Liars?
Hypocrites. Insane. Some of them were pretty nice as it happens. In
the end I'd forgive everything if I thought it would get us all to heaven
quicker. And it would. That's the paradox. The realisation that
forgiveness has to be total; all-encompassing, embracing everyone for
it to be... complete. And effective.
An idea for a story came to me the other day. It's that the last man
in the world, on the Earth or whatever, is preventing everyone from
getting to heaven. We're all still stranded in the world, because of
this person, man or woman. I prefer that it's a man for some reason. I
don't like the idea of a woman ganged up on by the rest of the world.
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If the world is increasingly coming to resemble a concentration
camp or actually becoming a virtual concentration camp not
forgetting the whole thing is an illusion, a collective mass
hallucination, and not objectively real, but a prison planet, a
seemingly all-encompassing matrix all the same, and getting too much
almost as a kind of vision when he was at his lowest, that kept him
alive.
I don't think it would be too much of an exaggeration to call it a
vision of love, under the circumstances. Where she was and whether
she survived I can't recall. I don't have net access right now. I do have
indigestion though. That would be the least of your worries in
Auschwitz. I can picture a scenario where you don't know if your wife
or husband or sweetheart is still alive, and, understandably, believe
one's happiness hinges on that; preferably, they're still alive. But
imagine if you could cultivated or somehow develop a state of mind
where it didn't make any difference... because you know everything is
only symbolic; a metaphor for God's love. The body is just an aspect
of the dream. No real harm can come to anyone.
A tough one to swallow, slap bang in the heart of Auschwitz or
whatever hell it may be, but it worked for Frankl. The vision of this
wife gave form to that love, even if it was only in his mind, but if the
mind is truly all there is, and all else is a projection, the vision is all
there is too. You can go further and say God is all there is, and this is
true, in that we're part of Him. I'm no atheist. But I can well
understand that our immediate reference point would be someone we
identify with and love, and believe loves us. And that God can seem
too abstract and remote in even the best of circumstances. The world
is a dream, sometimes a nightmare. God doesn't do anything. That
would be to make the illusion, the projection real.
Rather than shy away from love because the world is becoming an
impossible place for love, making it too painful, consider embracing
love, finding someone to love. I'm not talking about the superficial
relationships, the bargains and compromise, the childish selfcentredness that passes for love,but the people that are targeted,
homed in on in this increasingly narcissistic environment and life
world of the very people most capable of love and seeing through the
deliberate obfuscation, the wilful crazymaking. There are a lot of
confused people out there. And I'm one of them. Just kidding. Find
someone who needs you. And preferably isn't actually insane. There's
no need to throw yourself in at the deep end, unless you really know
what you're doing. And that's an ongoing learning process. Tell me
about it. Find the love of your life. Failing that, work yourself up to
them gradually.
to begin with. It only exists for others, the people who label
themselves as targets, see themselves as victims. I think you
can acknowledge something is happening and refuse to see
yourself as a victim or take on board any stigma attached to
that; people looking to scapegoat and dump their unconscious
hatred on you. It's all illusion anyway. The classic ACIM
student statement, I know.
There's other ways to look on it. I read recently, what
someone described as the GS Scam. Part of it seems to be to
keep targets in such a desperate state of mind due to the
relentless harassment psyOp that they'll want to keep moving
on to escape it. As well as that this will eventually drain their
finances to the point where they can become homeless, it will
get to the point where they can't move/relocate either. I'm
paraphrasing as well as ad-libbing here. The idea is that the
target will become either so demoralised that they'll find a way
to destroy themselves to end the psych torture the goal of the
the program or lash out in frustration, either at the wrong
person or someone designated as the wrong person, and be
committed for it.
Either way, they could find themselves committed. This is
old news to seasoned targets I'm sure. But the writer of the
piece goes on to say that if the target is resident for a while in
the same area, people come to see that they're not a criminal
(or mentally ill) at all. Clearly part of the strategy of the
emotionally lethal and multi-participant indirect aggression is
for it to be too unpleasant for the target to want to stay where
they are so they look like the guilty party when or if they, in
their delusion it can be escaped if they don't know any better
yet, decide they have to move on, for only a guilty person, a
criminal goes on the run after all. In that instance it very
clearly is a scam, and pretty much every other, considering the
stalkers are, whether wittingly or unwittingly, part of a far
larger network. They're not working to clean up the
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The crazier Archon Inversion World gets, the more it
increases its crazymaking gaslighting strategies and set ups.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. The world or universe as a
hologram is on my mind. I don't feel like trying to summarise
what that entails when others have done it so admirably
already. Ken Wapnick in Time Is A Vast Illusion, Colin Wilson
in Alien Dawn, and David Icke's Phantom Self come
specifically to mind. Icke cites the New Scientist article again.
He sees it as a major change in terms of the national
consciousness I'm sure. Ken Carey's short channelled book
The Starseed Transmissions touched on the universe as a
hologram and hologrammatic consciousness back in 1982, and
expanded on it in Starseed: The Third Millennium in 1992. I
came across the former in '91.
It depends on where you go with it, and Icke has taken it to
a place I doubt anyone else has in terms of the bigger picture;
a truly jaw-dropping scenario. It isn't disturbing so much as
blood-curdling. And there seems little reason to doubt it either,
he marshalls his facts so well as to how it's come about; there's
still a ways to go, and that's the scariest part in a sense. It can
read like SF, but informed speculation can take you into
something beyond a SF nightmare. None of which is very
specific on my part but I'll work my way through some of it,
weighing it up in the light of other material, though he's done
an exemplary job himself. I'm not really interested in trying to
take an original, independent approach as he and others'
idea of what he's talking about. When I see now that scientists
and others are taking the notion of the universe as a computergenerated simulacrum, a hologram seriously, it becomes
apparent this might be just another form of literalism; that they
haven't grasped it's only a symbol. There's no AI
supercomputer out there, projecting and keeping the hologram
of time and space in place, though there may well be one right
here on earth, made by the hidden hand in collusion with
insane extraterrestrails. I wouldn't put it past them. Maybe the
notion of a quasi-cosmic supercomputer is the closest some of
them will get to believing in God. Icke doesn't belief in God or
any gods (There's only one). That's up to him of course.
There isn't just one way to the truth and speaking your
truth. He's used that phrase in PS. I can't stand it. I suppose
that's making the error real, as the course might say. I just have
preferences. I get it when he uses it though. It echoes what
I've just explained. We may all have different truths, and there
isn't only one way to get there. There is only one truth though,
just as there's only love. As the course says, The truth is true.
This is the hardest lesson you will ever learn. So maybe it's
knowing how New Agers will distort the phrase, when there
may be different ways to get there but there's still only one
truth.
CW liked to find exactly the right word. Or so someone
said of him, in the introduction to CW's early autobiography
Voyage To a Beginning. I used to live in Colin Wilson. I was
never one for writing to famous people though. I left that till
my early thirties. And sabotaged it from the outset by writing
him a letter in pencil, about Alien Dawn. I did touch on the
fundamental theme I've touched on here; non-dualism.
Few people seem to understand non-dualism on the face of
it; there's more than one might assume, I'm sure, what with the
influence of the course ACIM and of brilliant
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A thought drifted idly through my mind earlier. More of a
scenario, a true one, of reading many years ago of how there
was a 'shipwreck', however it came about, the ship floundered
and a bunch of people, possibly in their hundreds for some
reason the number 500 comes to mind; maybe it was 150. I
could look it up, couldn't I, only I can't, I'm not online at the
moment and wouldn't fancy looking it up in all it's grisly detail
in any case. There's probably numerous accounts of a similar
event, but what it was specifically, in case you haven't guessed
yet was that while they were stranded in the water, possibly
for days before they were rescued, or what was left of then
was that they were picked off at random by by sharks. It
sounds like the perfect subject for one opf the more
intellectually gruesome or grotesque Gary Larson cartoons.
Usually I laugh. I still do. It depends on your train of thought,
circumstances, and where you want to fo with it, though I
could as easily say it depends on ones state of mind, as
everything does. One possibly exception at least on the face of
it is if you were actually there, though again, I could add that
even that is a matter of interpretation because everything in
this world is. I just wouldn't fancy putting it to the test. Dream
or not, these were real people; it happened. It's all happening.
To many people, that was their loved ones, and they had loved
ones too. For some, some of them were probably the most
important people in the world to them, and for others, they
were right there with each other. Just a thought. Spielberg's
film Jaws comes to mind too. It's interesting, to me at least
that I just won't watch it when it's on; I stopped watching it
decades ago. I've possibly seen it twice. The first time back
was some years after his 'coming out' that I came to his
writings in 'earnest'. I'd read supposed channelled information
included in a book I read (or most of it) in the mid '90s.
Towards the Possible Human by Barbara Hand Clow. There
was also lots of esoteric channelled material on cosmology I
was in no position to fathom as to whether it was authentic or
not. It make for more interesting reading now, possibly. It
would be interesting to see if it mentions the planet Saturn as
any sort of malign influence on the Earth in terms of
electromagnetic waves or frequencies as described in depth by
Icke in his recent books.
As for 'the Reptilians', I can't very well be open to the
reality of extraterrestrials, whatever they are, whatever their
motivation is and ultimate reality comes to be seen as along
with with UFOs, and say but I absolutely draw the line at any
notion 'aliens' could be in reptilian form, because that's just
nutz. Colin Wilson mentions abductees seeing of lizard men
in Alien Dawn. In one recollection there's a tall being, a
typical grey or greys, and a lizard man inside the spaceship
with her. Figure that one out. All a matter of context (or
contextualisation as I recently heard a politician put it not
about UFOs.). As for Reptilians possessing the minds of the
elite inter-dimensionally, and now, behind this, the real
controllers, the 'Archons', the 'real' mind-parasites, I'm
increasingly less surprised to find it less implausible as time
goes on. The course itself emphasis the upside-down,
psychologically (and quasi-cosmically in terms of the
universe) inverted nature of the world. The further up the
echelons of power, and imagined pseudo-power in terms of
every narcs and psychos one goes, the more distortion,
psychological aberration, spiritual malaise and downright
insanity there seems to be. I've never seen the pure blackness
in their eyes as Icke describes I was never interested in
politics and never had the chance to meet much, though his
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I knew it was a bad sign when, shortly after I'd come out of
the courthouse and just as I walked by the judge in his
everyday 'civvies', he reached over to to toss the cigarette he'd
been smoking into a bucket exactly as I came parallel, but hey,
we can come back to this later. Let's talk about 'gangstalking.'
I put it in quotes again because apparently the term
'gangstalking' is used to discredit the very people who use it;
targets, whether it originated with the 'perpetrators' or 'perps'. I
suppose it's, similar to the term 'conspiracy theory',
supposedly having been invented by the CIA to discredit the
very concept from the outset. Clever eh? Clever idiocy seems
to be the name of the game. Some say the term 'gangstalking'
originates from the same source, as do the tactics and
strategies of gangstalking itself. The so-called CIA 'no touch
torture program.' I wouldn't doubt it for a moment. It's
interesting that the FBI seem to term is as overt surveillance,
when it's so clearly covert/indirect/sneaky aggression. Clearly
'we're describing the same thing. If you're unfamiliar with it it
will take shape as we go on, or I do. It's a tedious, utterly petty
if emotionally lethal business. It's ubiquitous in all walks aof
life and now literally. I should have long realised it's as nasty
as I thought it was. I suppose I did. What never occurred to me
is just how deeply and widely its tendrils reach. The culture
seems to be involved in one big denial or unspoken collusion
in this. Don't rock the boat, don't be the nail that sticks out;
you'll only get hammered; it's far easier to be a rampant
hypocrite. But these are just assertions. A case in point, but no
one specifically: Celebs and their condemnation of Cosby
Bill Cosby. I needn't spell out who he is. Most of them will
condemn him roundly and probably rightly so. While backing
Israel in its mass murder of Palestinians and enabling
everything else that goes along with with, such as the
humiliation and sexual assault of young Palestinians in
custody as well as the IDF setting up individuals, including
women to murder them by planting knives on the scene.
Bill Clinton seems to be far more dangerous a character
than Cosby, as is Hillary. They're surrounded by dead
unfortunates through accidents, and multiple accusations of
sexual assault and rape. Cathy O'Brien and Mark Phillips'
book comes to mind. I've yet to read it. It was on a previous
computer taken away. Icke has remarked on her book in his
books for years. She was targeted by the CIA MK Ultra
program from childhood. She described being sexually abused
and raped by both of them as well as other top politicians
including George Bush. Do you ever get the feeling the world
isn't quite as you thought it was, or just might not be? A little
sliver of doubt just happens to creep in there. Most celebrities
have zero to say on this of course. They know where their
bread is buttered. Which side to stay on. They have their fears
like you and me, and are no doubt well aware of the targeting
phenomenon. How can you not be aware of a conspiracy when
you're asked to represent (but not talk about) it by putting a
hand over one eye? The Eye at the top of the Pyramid. The
'good' Illuminati, as someone said? Gimme a break. It's
Hypocrisy Central. A mass of self-contradiction. And they're
to make the world a better place right there in your town, the
eyes and ears of the state, your local friendly neighbourhood
brown-shirts on bikes on pavements / sidewalks and the rest,
the interminable dog-walkers, and ubiquitous disabled. Targets
so called targeted individuals might be forgiven for
thinking their town seems be populated by an inordinate
amount of disabled folks, what with the endless walking
sticks, crutches single and double, hobbling bent and out of
shape limbs and motorised buggies appearing suddenly, as
with 'cyclists' and dogs in various numbers at every other
corner. If they could see it from above, they'd see this isn't a
usual, normal state of affairs at all, through they pick up on
that eventually in any case once they get through the initial
shock or even conceive that such a global and intentionally
emotionally lethal conspiracy could exist. They'd see it as an
actual convergence of events centred on them that is
methodical and 'orderly', self-evidently designed to to harass
and obstruct them at almost every step, crossing, every turn
they might make; a literal obstacle course - if they aren't as
distracted by small planes that frequently appear above them
and go on to be ahead of them only to reappear a mile or two
further on in the direction they were going; and back again.
Sometimes they'll synch with virtually the exact same spot the
target first saw them, looking up on hearing them. At other
times they'll snych with passersby, the ubiquitous dog-walkers
in less frequented areas such as a quiet spot to sit in parks.
If you doubt the insane clown posse of bikes on pavements
'singly' and in any variation in number thereof is a psyOp to
get the accustomed or de-conditioned (conditioned) to bikes
on pavements, consider the intro I saw to a hospital drama
some years ago, possibly 'Casualty'. I didn't watch the rest of
the program because I literally never watched it. A woman
parks her car, adjacent to the hospital I think, opens her door
to get out and a 'cyclist' slams into it. Presumably he does a
be 'paranoia'.
Some years back, there was a headline story on the front
page of the Scottish Daily Mail I think it was. '50,000 people
to be recruited as the eyes and ears of the state.' Oh, okay
then. Where did they go? (Never mind. Next headline).
They're right there in front of you, blending into the
foreground, barely even hiding in plain sight now. You don't
care? They're the Borg. Their legacy and aim through your
children and you is to be emotionally dissociated selfdestructive 'robots' incapable of love and true joining or
affection. It probably isn't coincidence they believe that robots
can substitute just as well in terms of emotion and relate to
them 'join' with them. They don't understand what the mind is
or what's it's for. Or what communication is. Through
increased specialisation and fragmentation they can barely
communicate with each other. It's as much a delusion of
communicating. The irony is that the control-freaks utilise the
technology to foster the self-delusion of communication (and
attack). In the course's terms it's merely the unconscious
hatred involved in special relationships; the goal is to keep the
separation going and do without God or any real Self
altogether or even any concept of them; the body and the
world is all.
It's become clear that it's increased 'exponentially'. In the
US, hundreds of thousands of people are 'spied' on i.e.,
they're stalked to demoralisation, depression and death by
multiple persons. If that's the outcome, it's probably the goal.
If it walks like a duck, or keeps coming behind and in front of
you on the pavement and at corners...
'Cyclists' are the tip of the iceberg, but clearly an integral
part of the death by distraction program. It's a psychopathic
program, designed by psychopaths sorry, the finest military
minds on the planet. As Mark Rich said in The New War the
expansion of freedom and democracy, having consolidated
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I think I need that pill Bradley Cooper's character in
Limitless uses. His brother in law gives him it as a freebie
when they come across each other in the street. There's some
great lines in it, low key humour. I absolutely identify with it
to an extent. Sometimes I'm 'scruffy', sometimes I'm not. I'd
never sport the short pony-tail he has, whatever the length of
my hair. The whole 'loser' shtick appeals to me. He's jobless
because he's a 'writer'; his girlfriend leaves him; from her pov,
it was inevitable. He's impressing on everyone he can that he's
History of Mankind years later in the early '80s made far more
sense. Ballard was probably more 'exhaustive' in terms of
atrocities commits by governments. It's a short novel. I wasn't
in the least aware of that then. CW tended to leave
governments out of it except in terms of past history; targeting
and the rise of the police state, forget it. But he was ill and
older. He died only quite recently, as did Ken Wapnick, who
writing in the Course is both so sublimely 'abstract' and
specific I can't say I have any complaints. His writing is a case
of 'above the battleground', in the course's terms, inspired by
the Holy Spirit. He believed was was in true alignment with
the HS to the extent that they were the same voice. I believe
that too. I'd believe it from few others.
CW didn't talk or write in such terms of course. PKD did.
CW was on a programme on the paranormal many years ago,
hosted by David Frost, who asked him where he believed such
powers or abilities originated from. CW said he believes they
come from the universe. That seemed reasonable and very
plausible to me at the time, but hey, the universe is merely a
projection of the mind, as is everything else. It would surely
be more accurate to say they stem from the mind. He's very
likely said that too, for he's always emphasised the mind,
needless to say. Only, what part of the mind? This is what his
work was/is all about; one could see it in terms of the
unconscious or indiscriminate spirits or in terms of both. The
course remarks in The Manual for Teachers section that
'psychic' powers can be utilised on behalf of the ego or the
Holy Spirit (Or, if you prefer, real Self). Clearly they're part of
the mind, not Mind, the non-dualistic aspect of what the
course terms as the Sonship, distinct from time and space and
synonymous with ourselves as Christ, the unified single being,
though the term 'sonship' is also used in the course to mean
humanity as a whole. Christ in the course's thought-system can
refer to every 'living' thing, 'the great chain of being'. This
includes every aspect of consciousness on every level, not
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There's a passing similarity between the experience of the
get his money back he'll slice his skin at the waste and pull it
over his head and tie it in a knot, and he'll suffocate. Nice.
Thought: Stephen Hawking has recently announced a similar
kind of pill. I'd forgotten about that. The results will be less
dramatic, but this this is clear evidence as to just how clueless
these high I.Q. twerps are. As if an actual pill is the way to go,
just what we need right now. Sneaky aggression won't bring us
to the real world and neither will a brain pill. CW included
excerpts of people who have say they knew everything, could
see into the heart of things etc. Making mega amounts of
money isn't the first impulse they're gripped by. They're more
in the vein of love and compassion, increased insight into the
nature of reality, the oneness of life etc. There's love and
concern in Limitless too. He gets involved with a big time 'no
nonsense' trader played by Robert DeNero. He seems to
believe making money is the meaning of life too, as do his
sceptical associates. It turns into a nightmare scenario pretty
quickly. Not only is his life in danger, he puts his girlfriends
life in danger too; she's almost murdered. She came back to
him after his dramatic transformation. It's made clear she was
in love with him but couldn't put up with him before. Wealthy,
she loves him all the more now. I like the actress; she's quite
beautiful. It makes her very easy to like. Bradley Cooper's
looks don't appeal to me as such, likeable as he is. He wouldn't
be a good James Bond or 'tough guy'; say.
Because of the ambiguity of his personality through
artificial means he seems to be perfect for the part.
Augmented, his life has become all the more complicated.
He's on the up and up in business, professional terms but he's
hunted by the bad guys now; the gangster boss has taken a
liking to the pill/s he helped himself to when he confronted
our writer hero on a dry spell; he was about to take it. 'Worse',
if at all possible, he's under suspicion of murder. Fortunately
he has the means to hire a top lawyer. Coming back to his
hotel room, he finds it wrecked. He buys a reinforced
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Will we go with the recent article in Fortean Times on
'Starwhackers', or touch on PKD as I had in mind? PKD it is.
His pink light beam and possession experience. To be honest I
can barely be bothered describing it. I don't know if it's this
sudden surge in warm weather, here in Bonnie Doomed
Dundee. I suppose it's a matter of context. So many other
say they do as such; the said that the atoms within the nucleus
oscillate back and forth at the speed of light so that matter
becomes indistinguishable from spirit. For fucks sake.
Considering they also spoke in terms of non-dualism and
projection, I was open to persuasion. I think whatever way you
look at it, '2012', the great shift, galactic synchronisation, as
the centre of our solar system moved into a new galactic
creation beam), whatever one chooses to call it, didn't happen.
It didn't come about in the specific terms they said it would;
that all fear and conflict, all human suffering, will end. They
did say it would get worse before it gets better. Wapnick wrote
the same thing after the events of 9/11, but he didn't mean it in
the same sense; certainly not the same time-frame. Even Jesus
had said things are getting worse in terms of world events, this
in a private communication to Helen Schucman, the 'scribe' of
the course. He went on to talk in terms of a 'celestial speedup'.
Something to come back to.
It isn't a matter of more consciousness or changing or
improving our consciousness, shifting to some higher level we
can comfortably live on; a conception CW was keen on. It's a
matter of changing our minds. I think the Carey material,
specifically the original Starseed Transmissions. said
'identification with Christ is the key to this time'. At least they
got that right. I'd say identification with the Holy
Spirit/Jesus/Self as Christ is the key to realising there is no
time or world. Bill Hicks had the right idea too. On the
everyday level it's a matter of choosing holy instants, 'a
miracle instead of a grievance'.
I've mentioned it elsewhere but I'll mention it again,
mainly because I forgot to mention it just earlier here. ACIM
was published well within PKD's lifetime. It isn't just a matter
of PKD. It's Tessa Dick too. She's written they were together
the last ten years of his life, and I've no reason to doubt it.
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Writing feels too slow. Events are exhaling rapidly, in
terms of current events and personally. I seem to have been
designated the most subversive element in this hick town. Did
somebody say stalking? A set up of course. Funny thing. I
bought the Evening News yesterday, for the first time in
weeks, possibly months. I heard Cronenberg's SF movie
Scanners beckoning. When I came to the local 'Court news' a
pretty full page this time a little voice my own voice crept into my head saying 'don't be surprised if you find
yourself in here,' and boom, there I was. Not that I didn't know
it was coming. Or see it coming. The predictable distortion
was comically, almost laughably absurd, it it weren't for the
obviously lethal intention behind it. Not surprisingly it gives
them all the pretext they need for increasing the stalking
organised stalking to a quite ludicrous degree too. That is the
idea after all.
The trolls emotionally stunted gangstalking intelligence
services and local cops like to organise skits street theatre
and others trolls, citizen would be actors, informants, around
material I post on 'social media'. That's not very sociable of
them; they think it is; that specialness in the course's sense is
joining, and I'm thinking in general, just earlier, hey people, it
really is time to wake up; do you really want a world in which
for the most part. The vacuous young bint I termed Little Miss
(Vacuous and) Pert had a rapport with ponytail, just as he did
with Laughing Boy, just as she did with one or two other
females twonks, depending who was on. Mediocrities of a
feather. As soon as they knew from their computer
surveillance in the lib and email trolling that I liked her (and
she liked me), LB moved in on her, as did the rest in fact, over
time, come t think on it. And as a group. She must've
wondered why they were so suddenly attentive. It's still
workplace mobbing. It's the intention behind it. To deceive
and disrupt. The indirect aggression lies in that they love to
rub it in your face while the 'innocent' is oblivious. It also cut
out any possibility of fraternisation on our part by doing it
themselves, timing it as I'd leave after a session on the
computers upstairs. She and he, and they later were downstairs
at the reception desk With my interest in her, they were
suddenly interested in her too, could see her in a 'whole new
light'. I'd email her this from the library, even predicted it in
advance. It must've embarrassed them, knowing she now
knew. Worse, I'd possibly filmed LB in 'giveaway' mode. As
she leaned over the counter to see to something with a
customer, I pictured him picturing boffing her from behind
right over the counter and said so. I would. 'Outrageous I
know. I would too, but I'm still a nicer person. The 'nice'
people are trolls; they're indirect, sneaky aggressors, signed up
for global fascism. I suppose all one could say was his
demeanour was 'unprofessional' at worst. It's not as if I'm
condemning him for it. I do know it's based on unconscious
hatred based on specialness. That his/their the more hardcore self-righteous hypocrites greatest pleasure lies as much
in the thought of keeping something to themselves in the
belief they're taking it away from someone else. It's a gloating,
gleeful attitude based on belief in the scarcity principle as
the course terms it.
CW would just describe as one of the worst aspects of the
she liked me? Is that so far-fetched? Can I say others were and
are obliged to go through the same routine but I know they
like me, as they did before and still do? Well she was the
same. These people are nutz. And I was an idiot to ever
compromise her by putting it in writing. Why did I do that?
Because I could barely get a chance to talk to her after I'd
given myself away through the simple act of RTing a vid of
her reciting some poetry I'd stumbled on. And I absolutely
knew I shouldn't do it from the library, but did it anyway. They
homed in her for gs psyOps as soon as you could blink. That
she might like me was irrelevant. The unspoken coercion
involved is in obviously sinister nature of the situation
indirect, covert aggression. If they can do it to me, they can do
it to anyone; her if need be. To comply makes for a more
peaceful, 'smoother' working environment; clearly things can
get very unpleasant very quickly. Workplace mobbing, the
workplace equivalent of gs, and recognised by the psych
profession.
Either way, your job could be on the line. Hers. It's a fearbased system. The fear is the thought of everything spiralling
out of control; a downward spiral as is the intention and often
the experience of targets. If she did like me, it's simpler to
comply, simply go through the motions and hope I have the
sense to see through it. If she didn't like me or was indifferent,
it's simpler to comply. It's also quite insane. But when you're
surrounded by authoritarian mediocrities clearly capable of
anything, what can you do? An older woman was always nice.
Is this some kind of 'good stalker bad stalker' thing, to
confuse, disorientate? I believe she was genuine. Others were
friendly too, even pleased if I noticed them. I'm still quite
good-looking, personable, upbeat, intelligent, and clearly a
'maverick'. Some people like that, the trolls/dunces hate it.
Thus has it always been.
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Call them the 'straights', but just how 'straight' are they
when they're clearly bent as a... very bent thing, with their
obsession with symbols they believe to be real and the
trappings of the Satanist mindset and its actions. Speaking of
which... Another set-up attempt, just earlier. I kid thee not.
Aside from the recent knock-down attempts, or on top of it, no
double-meaning intended, this time they were really going for
it. But we'll get to that. We already did. They're echoing my
tweets, or some of them; I tweet a lot sometimes in each
individual session; there's a lot of ground to cover; they pick
and choose. Sometimes I feel I'm giving them a helping hand.
They're not idiots, they're insane. When I got back here, away
from the endless distraction stalking I thought back on my
tweets; I don't have a net connection in the flat. It wasn't too
difficult because it was only yesterday. I'd tweeted Bachman
Turner Overdrive. Note the first initial of each word is the
same as Beyond The Occult. Was this intentional on my part?
The answer is no. The song was You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet.
Bowie said it back in the Seventies, while he was working on
his Ziggy Stardust shows with mime artist Lindsey Kemp. He
was paraphrasing Al Jolson. So was I I meant in a different
sense, needless to say. I'm not quite sure what I 'meant'. I can
say it's just a song. It can have numerous meanings or levels.
Call it belief in fate or 'kismet'. I've always had it, however
malignant a fate they might set things up for you to believe it
is. It could mean I'm 'planning' something or have something
under my sleeve that I'm holding back on. It doesn't mean any
of these. It just means I can keep writing and tweeting longer
than the trolls can keep sneering.
Colin Wilson once wrote the same thing about his critics in
did; there's always more; I'd mentioned I only saw the short
'report' in the local paper which we'll come to after buying
it on the way back; i.e. after my internet session; and that I
hadn't bought The Evening News for weeks, possibly months.
I went on to say I'm a bit 'odd' that way. Or can be, implying a
'serendipitous' element. There's only so much you can say in a
tweet and I didn't want to go on about it. I went on to add a
few clips from the SF film, Scanners, directed by Cronenberg
and the trailer from Scanners 11 and a longer clip with Patrick
MacGoohan. Again, a loose association which could also be
taken I'm implying I have psychic abilities which are wildly
exaggerated in the two films, but that's SF for you; when it
isn't Andrija Puharich on Uri Geller, which is pretty wild. But
probably true. This seems t have been taken as a provocation. I
partly knew they would; they're predictable in that way. Or I
have a better idea how they think now. I'd also added one or
two tweets that could be taken as a provocation by Gravy Girl
the super-heroine in question.
It wasn't meant that way. Specifics? A quote from Mark
Twain. 'Kiss long, forgive quickly...' I forget what else. Oh and
the intro to Enter The Dragon, adding 'Woman boner? Happy
hypocrite Day.' I won't say what it was in response to. Perhaps
this displeased her, who knows? In one-sided world, only the
chosen few are allowed to be displeased it seems. Let's not
work myself up to a lather. We're not done by a long shot. I
tweeted clips from the film, Arlington Road again, after
having bought it on DVD recently. This time I included the
very end, with a 'spoiler' warming. There's a clip titled 'what
are you doing here?' This is when the college lecturer's wife
discovers there really is something going on and calls him
from an open payphone booth. After leaving him a message,
she turns to find her neighbour's wide standing there. It's all
very sinister. Super-sinister. She's fake friendly, neighbourly as
always. The best of friends. It's like a moment in every targets
life, only a target might get it on every street and it's not even
driver isn't. The bus stops are a fair distance from each other.
It's a quieter road, not a shopping area. Yet, that would be the
most likely explanation as to timing. The last time I was there
at the stop to get the bus, a bike was coming up the pavement
by the side of the park with his light on in broad daylight.
They keep repeating things; they're mimics; they're narcissists,
tricksters. I went up the stairs at the side to walk through the
park that day; the bus was going to be some time anyway. The
stalking was as frequent in the park. It's as if almost everyone
in your vicinity is a citizen actor, a stalker, however 'deserted'
it might be; they appear right on cue for exit points, paths,
corners as any target can tell you.
What could be the possible purpose of Supergirl being
there? Stupidgirl? I'd tweeted Stupid Girl by Garbage, but also
Dog . Just before it was Six Underground and Spin Spin
Sugar by Sneaker Pimps. Am I losing you? Any of the lyrics
can easily be taken the wrong way. And, quite simply, I'm
supposed to be tweeting whatever I choose; the assumption is
or should be that she's not looking in; that know one is. She
likely is, because women are curious that way, and the trolls in
uniform or short haircuts are, because that's what they do.
They're watching her as much as they're watching me. They
know she's responded before, however indirectly. It had to be
indirect. They'll monitor her internet and computer as they did
mine. They were onto her because this idiot gave the game
away from the outset. Why did I do that? One question at a
time. They love putting things in your face, laughing at you.
This time they went straight for the jugular, so to say. Or the
heart, but having 'the object of desire' (Bunuel) be right there
in front of me whether I got off or no. If I had, she'd have
been literally right there. The 'dog-walker', just happening to
be there is a 'chance witness', if I'd been silly enough to say
something in passing, even a surprised 'Oh!' The situation
conveniently inverted, I could be accused of having seen her
and got off at the stop specifically for that reason; that the
Brently Kopopolous
Sott.net
Sun, 28 Aug 2016 17:20 UTC
In a pathocracy, all leadership positions (not to mention directors of police
units, and special services police personnel) must be filled by individuals
with corresponding psychological deviations, which are inherited as a rule.
However, such people constitute a very small percentage of the population
and this makes them more valuable to the pathocrats. Their intellectual
level or professional skills cannot be taken into account, since people
representing superior abilities are even harder to find. - Andrew
Lobaczewski, Political Ponerology
In a nutshell, that's the reason the police are incompetent and dangerous.
What Lobaczewski argues here is that any position of power will
ultimately be filled with someone with a personality disorder. The problem
is that the number of people lacking a conscience are pretty slim, and the
ones who are actually competent are even rarer, so you can't pick ones that
are qualified to do the job correctly. This inevitably leaves you with a
bunch of morons who have killed off their conscience, never had one to
begin with, or only apply it selectively. With that in mind, one can now
understand why the police are behaving like a gang of criminals.
As an interesting aside, it's likely been this way all along. Police today are
the offspring of slave hunters and union busters. When they became the
norm in the early 20th century, their primary purpose was to maintain
order in the streets, allowing commerce to continue unimpeded by any
uppity protesters. Even before that, the first police departments were
founded on the basis of hunting down escaped slaves and returning them to
their owners.
The institution of slavery and the control of minorities, however, were two
of the more formidable historic features of American society shaping early
policing. Slave patrols and Night Watches, which later became modern
police departments, were both designed to control the behaviors of
minorities. - Victor E. Kappeler, Ph.D, A Brief History of Slavery and the
Origins of American Policing
This would explain the inherent racism in our justice system. As long as
they have existed, the purpose of the police was not to 'protect and serve'
the public, but to protect the financial interests of the upper class. From
catching slaves to busting unions and other large-scale social movements,
they were designed and trained to obey the orders coming out of the
mayor's office; dissenters were fired. While the mayor is ostensibly
beholden to the people, in reality he's much more beholden to his peers,
typically other men of wealth and power. In a pathocracy like the US, the
mayor will also likely possess a psychological deviation (psychopathy,
narcissism, bipolar disorder, schizoidia, etc.) making him just as dangerous
to the public as those men and women who patrol the streets, if not more
so.
Scaling this train of thought up, it would explain why our presidents,
senators, and military leadership are all vicious war-mongers hell bent on a
global hegemony, but I digress.
We can see examples of this from the news. Just this week in one of the
largest police departments in the world, New York City, legislation was
offered that would require officers to submit their name, rank and
command as well as their card with a phone number to a civilian
complaints review board at the outset of any interaction with members of
the public not involving a warrant. Another, separate measure deemed even
more 'controversial' would also require officers to inform subjects of their
right to refuse consent to searches of their person and property. That's not
some extreme anti-police maneuver, but the department and its allies are
kicking and screaming in objection.
Bill Bratton, the commissioner, called it "unprecedented intrusions" into
police work by politicians. Both proposals were vetoed by Mayor Bill De
Blasio in 2014 and they've remained consistently popular ever since. Now
they've garnered enough support to overturn a veto, but the mayor's allies
are preventing the measures from even coming to the floor for debate. This
is how democracy becomes pathocracy in 2016. Even minor attempts to
rein in the police are opposed with extreme prejudice.
It's clear beyond a reasonable doubt to anyone with a working brain that
the police are out of control. It's likely that they were never under control
in the first place and it's only because of ubiquitous social media and cell-
phone cameras that this criminal behavior is coming to light. The most
vulnerable members of our society are often the first to suffer violence at
their hands.
In Charlotte, NC, a deaf man was killed by police, shot to death
attempting to communicate using sign language with the officer that pulled
him over. He had previously been afraid of the cops due to past
interactions with them, and was killed outside his home. In Colorado, a
sheriff sexually assaulted a developmentally delayed inmate with 'a child's
brain' and then threatened her with life in prison if she told anyone about
it. In Kansas, an autistic man with no prior record was slain during a
routine traffic stop. No reason for shooting him has been given. He was
described as kind and happy and led a mostly normal life, despite his
condition. In Missouri, a pregnant mother was assaulted and arrested for
filming officers who were arresting her son. Later, all the charges against
her would be dropped. Have a gander at the video:
Keep in mind, this is only a sample of stories I've seen over the past few
weeks. This is a consistent trend of police abusing people which any
normal person would see as especially vulnerable and in need of
protection. Police attacking anyone who films them is another consistent
and dangerous trend. Several citizen-journalists who have made recordings
have been targeted by police, their personal information broadcast, or
arrested on trumped up charges.
It would behoove anyone recording the police or even considering doing it
to know their local laws and their rights. Google can be your friend here,
and I'll just state that your right to remain silent is crucial and should be
employed during every interaction with the police. That phrase, anything
you say can and will be used against you, is very true. Perhaps you've
heard an officer ask you, "Do you know why I pulled you over?" The
correct answer is always, "No."
We should also think twice before calling the police, for any reason. In
Indiana, police were responding to a call about a car-jacking. When they
arrived, they shot the man who called them. In Georgia, someone called
the police to report a suspicious person lurking about the neighborhood.
When the police arrived, they unlawfully entered a home they thought had
been described by the caller, killed their dog, shot the homeowner and then
managed to shoot one of their own. Could it be any clearer that these
officers are incompetent and dangerous?
It's a vicious cycle, the more dangerous the police are to the public, the
more the public will distrust the police. This makes their job more difficult
and more dangerous for them as well. The powers that be won't budge, so
until we as a society refuse to accept the status quo nothing will change.
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the 'Intelligence' services. When they were here in the flat the
older blonde woman in a cop suit said 'you don't have
anything in your bank account, as I didn't at the time. This is
them laughing in your face, letting you know they were into
everything the whole time, that it was a set up all along. I
already knew that. I wanted her to see that too. It would
explain why I never responded to her over the space of a
whole year. I knew she liked me. There was nothing I could do
about it. Demonstrably friendly, cheerful, she eventually
'cooled off'; it was obvious this dufus, this 'cold fish', was
never going to do anything about it. There was also the fact I
wasn't quite sure either; later, having left it so long, that it's
easy to mistake friendlessness for something more personal
when it may just be her nature, her personality; that she's
friendly with everyone, or everyone she likes, but there's no
need to read anything more into it. So I didn't. I left it for
months. I had what I felt was a crush on her, felt it every time
I spoke to her but didn't go out of my way to talk to her; there
was always a reason. We didn't 'chat'. I knew They'd pick up
on that in any case; the informants, the trolls. I didn't want
what's happened to happen. I felt like Mel Gibson in
Conspiracy Theory, without the means or the know-how. I
didn't think about her much. Being targeted is a highly
distracting business. I could forget her for days at a time.
There were other women around, 'equally' unsuitable. They're
all 'unsuitable' in this situation; that's the idea. Male friends
have been targeted, manipulated. I could picture her being
stalked, 'seduced', deceived, disrupted in general; it's what
they do. They also drug, rape and abduct. She's disrupted right
now, pushing her into stalking, however 'subtly' They did it.
Perhaps she didn't need a very big push. Feelings wear off
after a period of months of never seeing each other.
At the end, I said there's always social media; there could
always be a connection through that, however indirectly.
Communication is of the mind, ultimately; and truly, in fact.
My promise was that I'd never forget her. They've read this;
they're know-it-all control-freaks. It wasn't a case of
'monitoring' her as it was put in the paper; it's simply natural
curiosity, if exacerbated by the situation. I'd said there was
always the possibility we could meet in the future. My
circumstances could change, if not the situation as such. It's
been clear for a while that the stalking won't let up, never will.
In effect, the situation was 'hopeless'. I told her I'd send her
'everything' all at once, one after the other. Material on ACIM
and from ACIM and links to Gary Renard and Marianne
Williamson, and Wapnick, and other books I saw as important,
and music I liked, along with articles form the net, past and
present not to mention articles and info on gs. There was no
way she was going to reply to this, and I acknowledged it.
When I felt unsure of the situation I'd ask her to tweet
something; the more 'specific' the better, aware of her apparent
need for plausible denial. In short, I 'sacrificed' myself for her.
But not really. It was as much self-deception on my part. I'd
already changed my email address. That I wouldn't know
they'd insist on it from her side or oblige her to was simply
ludicrous, wishful thinking. It was as much because I enjoyed
the sense of contact over after all those months of virtually
ignoring her. It was apparent, initially at least that she did too.
The galsihgting was confusing me; the stalking, hers and
theirs; I was too emotionally involved. I couldn't see how the
situation could be resolved. I'd react to it in a way I wouldn't
with others, taking it 'personally'. Maybe I felt she should
resist. That was unrealistic. They knew how I felt about her. It
was inevitable, a literal certainty they'd see her as their newly
squired secret weapon. What better way to utterly demoralise
a target than to to set the person they love or at least deeply
care about against them? It was as if, sometimes, I couldn't
step outside of the situation. 'Nothing so blinding as
perception of form'. Or a combination of love and lust. In
retrospect, it became obvious that the gaslighting situations
could have her make this effort they can force her into other
things. It's trafficking in hatred; their own. But first this:
I
Here are a few things that are done by gang stalkers:
Stalking us Everywhere We Go: They track us. . .probably through
cell phones, devices on vehicles, microchips, satellites...etc. Stalkers
seem to be connected to a large occult/organization, that has chapters
in most communities and countries, and pass us off to each other so that
the harassment never ends. . .no matter where we go.
Keeping us under constant satellite surveillance: AND letting us
know that they are doing this, which is, in itself, a form of torture. Can
you imagine knowing that you are on display every minute of every day?
This, alone, could drive a person crazy. Seriously.
Invade and destroy other levels of privacy: Stalkers tap into our
computers, phones, emails, homes, relationships, jobs...etc., to listen to
our conversations and then let us know that they hear us.
Crowding us in public: Puppets aim to cut us off or stand too close or
bump into us or make us wait in long lines. (This part is also called
mobbing.) Stalkers also follow us in vehicles. . .often pulling out ahead
of us instead of behind us. They try to cut us off, blare horns at us, pull
up beside us with blaring music, try to run us off the road, suddenly slow
down in front of us. They sometimes use false license plates on their
vehicles when obviously zooming in to cause harm or severe irritation.
Otherwise they try to blend in with other traffic and just be
inconspicuously rude. I had an experience with one who must have had
some sort of switch to shut off his license plate light, because as I tried
to read it the plate light went out and he sped off.
Home, Business and Vehicle Intrusions: They access our homes and
vehicles, in order to move our belongings around...etc. They play games
like hiding something one day and then putting it back after we notice it
missing. They do things like repeatedly move the rear view mirror in my
vehicles. Some of them seem to even go so far as to drug or toxify our
food, tooth paste, shampoo...etc. I've had tooth paste cause
inflammation of my gums.
"Street Theater" - Noise Campaigns: Puppets creating frequent loud
noises around us, which can include things like blaring music, blaring
horns, banging, slamming doors, blaring sirens, yelling, revving engines,
screeching tires. . .and street theater - the process of acting out an
argument between two stalkers, which sometimes includes the repeating
of parts of our own conversations...etc.
Micro-chip planting: Many victims have reported being implanted with
micro chips by a trusted doctor or dentist or other puppet who slyly
drugged them before installing it. Victims can suddenly find a cut or sore
on their head or other body part without any memory of an injury...etc.
This has happened to me more than once. (I hear that new forms of
microchips are so tiny that their installation is virtually unnoticeable.)
Financial Ruin: The puppets instigate financial ruin. This can include
mind control techniques to steer us in bad directions, identity theft,
rumors and interference with phone messages, emails and text
on vehicles that speeds up rusting. It appears that they have put salt into
my car doors to make them rust out. When we have older vehicles they
can have a field day and just write it off as being due to the vehicle being
old. The goal seems to be to destroy our vehicle in ways that appear
accidental or like normal wear and tear.
Threats: Threats are delivered in cryptic ways that repeatedly mention
or display death. Stalkers will come close to me and yell out a message,
while pretending to be talking to someone else. . .in such a way that I
know the message is for me. (The most obvious time that this happened
to me was when a couple parked next to me and. . .as the woman
removed a child from the back seat, the man came around to my side of
the car and yelled, "You keep testing! You know what is going to happen
if you don't STAND DOWN!" This was while I was testing to see if
psychotronic weapon attacks were coming from vehicles (like they want
us to think) or from a more remote source. My conclusion was a FIRM
knowing that I was being attacked from the sky - most likely through
satellites and this angered them.
Electronic Harassment: Puppets slyly attack us with microwave or
laser weapons. (This is different from the
psychotronics/electromagnetics that are more remotely used) These
more localized attacks can range from being uncomfortable to being
extremely painful. Sometimes its heavy blasts of microwave energy and
sometimes its like being shot with some sort of laser weapon, which
causes an instant rush of heat and pain...sometimes only pain and a
strange vibration feeling.
Befriend and Betray: Puppets will try to befriend us and then push us
into things that are bad for us and interfere with our other relationships,
our businesses...etc.
Sleep deprivation: Puppets launch noise campaigns to try to keep us
from getting the rest we need. This can also be done with remote
technologies. I have experienced some periods of this.
Parasite infestations: Puppets infect our food/bodies, vehicles or
homes with parasites. I experienced this, in my homes, in 1995 and
2006. Since then I occasionally feel or sense a stalker who comes to
either sit or stand behind me, putting something on my head or back of
my neck. And then I have head lice. There are a few times when I
caught this in action, (in 2013 and in 2014) but there was nothing I could
do - no place to turn for help or to report it. In 2012 and 2013 I was hit
with some sort of intestinal parasites. (A puppet even called me to let me
know, WHILE I WAS drinking the frap they did it to!) Heavy doses of raw
garlic cured it.
Loss of Homes and Businesses: Puppets inconspicuously destroy our
homes and businesses. My first home was taken, in a VERY unusual
and rude way, by the New Hampshire Department of Transportation,
under their "Rights of Eminent Domain." My second home was
destroyed in a suspicious fire. Another neighborhood was wiped in a
suspicious flood. And my businesses have been so sabotaged that I've
had to aim for other jobs, which were also repeatedly sabotaged or used
as avenues to inflict more pain.
from their families and friends. There appears to have been repeated
attempts to do this to me. A WORD OF CAUTION TO TARGETED
INDIVIDUALS; Stalkers will zoom in and pretend to be covertly "helping"
us out of the situation. The deceptions around this are HUGE! Deaths
are even staged in order to recruit people! My instincts have shown
me that we end up in the program and completely controlled if we go
with them. I know several people whom this has happened to.
Recruiting: Puppets are used to try to recruit us into the program. I
have been approached by a puppet who tried to convince me that it was
a good thing. I have been approached by a puppet that tried to recruit
me to seek revenge on those who target us. I have been offered money
to leave with them. And I have been offered freedom and a whole new
life. ALL OF IT WAS DARK COERCIONS.
Drugging and Raping Victim: This can repeatedly happen to both the
victim and his/her children. It seems to be a sadistic domination tactic. (I
had two beautiful daughters and believe that they have both
experienced this. One had the bruises to prove it. And I hate to admit it,
but I have been drugged and raped at least 4 times.
And the gory list goes on. . .
This covert targeting is performed so inconspicuously that we
often do not even realize what is happening until it is too late to
reclaim our destroyed lives. Attacks often start out slow and subtle
and then increase as the perpetrators succeed at isolating us. The
final steps aim to push us into suicide, mental breakdown,
institutionalization or being jailed for uncommitted crimes - ultimately
I'll assume the idea was also that what with being so close,
I wouldn't or couldn't have resisted getting off the bus to
'accost' her. Or, more accurately, that's how it would be
interpreted. By who? Them. They set it up to interpret it as
they see fit. The situation is a form of discrediting overall, just
an extension of gaslighting, even having to defend yourself.
The ludicrous extent of the manpower involved more than
implies there's a good reason for it. It's suggestion, just part of
the overall psyOp. Targets are tracked by small planes; it's the
same psyOp. You'll also sound nutz. Either way, it's a 'no win'
situation. This is not happenstance. Every situation is, as the
course terms it, characteristic of the ego's impossible situation.
Sticking to this situation with SF Girl, because she's their
pretext and I doubt she has a whole lot of choice, consider the
implications if I'd had another vidcam as intended, for filming
this bullshit before they 'disappear' me. (Rest assured this is
the idea). I could've videoed my whole route, whether on foot
or bus, to delete later to make more space for the next day or
upload it to the computer or an external drive if I had one.
They've entrapped me through my own recklessness by
making any contact with her illegal whether she likes it or
not, I might add. Picture the response if I'm 'filming' and she
appears unexpectedly. Not necessarily from her, believe it or
no, but from them, knowing a target's every move through
their network of 'informants', re: stalkers. Thanx for the 'heads
up', dipsticks. How they'd have loved that irony, after I'd
recorded everyone but her, so to say. By which I mean anyone
participating in the gs ops, by which I mean anyone within
what that might 'say' about me, such as to other 'players', often
paid nobodies, all the more willing to do it for that reason.
They pay the disabled too.
I wangled it out of one on metal crutches, passing me at
speed. I said something like 'I hope it was worth it.' 'I haven't
even been paid yet' he said. He seemed to bear me no ill will
at all. I don't think she does either; they do. Nor would I think
she's paid, but how does that sound? Forcing their warped
ideas and twisted methods on people through the very nature
of the implied threat inherent in the situation and interaction
with such people the nature of the system itself now they
believe everyone thinks as they do. They don't. They'll go
along with it then be friendly at other times, just as she was,
just as others are now. The other aspect of the Catch 22 nature
of an impossible situation, the stalkers overall, is that by
increasing it they increase the probability of exposure. It's like
a race against time. In reality, they lost before before they even
began. In everyday terms, it's a cult of death, a bloody
nuisance. Excuse my outburst and language; I don't know
what came over me. The idea is to demoralise people so they
don't know whether they're coming or going, to selfdestruction, 'losing it' in public, preferably at the wrong
person, a bystander, themselves as likely a plant/actor. I can go
into the everyday gangstalking psyOps, the 'CIA 'no touch'
torture program later. I'm not expert; it's just a matter of
personal experince. If they have to decrease the onslaught for
any reason, they'd see it as less effective. They know they're
not being recorded at the moment. The idea is t make the best
of it in terms of the demoralisation process leading up the fake
trial. The more erratic I might be up to then the better. Is this
any way to conduct business, or a world? That reminds me:
J.G. Ballard once said something like they see themselves as
in control of everything, that they're the most rational, sanest
people you could imagine, supremely confident in their
complacency, but you only have to look at the world they've
made to see what nonsense that is. His novel Kingdom Come
was an excellent study in this.
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The whole section above has been one large digression of
sorts. Getting back to the situation as described at the
beginning, some things came back to me as I lay in thought
for a while before I got up earlier today; tweets I'd forgotten,
related incidents, or instances I see as related, such as the very
long-haired bloke that was on the bus there and back. 'It's
Jesus again' I thought to myself. He was sitting upstairs at the
front, my preferred seat. I realise now that it was probably
intentional. He was there when I got on. He must've been there
when Rational Girl came by at the stop just before the park,
along with the twerp with the dog at the same time. Notice
how I don't say she's the twerp. 'Jesus' was likely there as a
'witness', and to gauge my response. Needless to say, I'd
completely forgotten about him at that moment, paying him no
attention at all as I turned to watch her go by, in her skirt and
nice legs. (Was the black tights part of it too, rather than
wearing trousers, say, as she sometimes does? Not if she
wasn't working that day; it's summer. And her hair down?
She'd have it up when she was downstairs on the desk with
security breathing down her neck later, then let it down
sometime after she was upstairs and I was on computer,
though I never once saw her in the act. I told her quite early on
I knew she did it for me. It was exactly what she wanted to
hear. Otherwise, it's when you tell someone to get lost,
whether in reply or in person. I was in and out numerous times
since. The very first time I messaged her to say Laughing Boy
had quickly adjusted his clothing while her back was turned
they specifically need her at this time or at all. It's not as if I'm
bothering her in any way. No one is twisting her arm to pay
any attention to me on Twitter, or them for that matter. The
problem is theirs. They must see her as somehow sustaining
me, psychologically, by her every existence. Or vice-versa.
What better way than to utterly demoralise a target,
emotionally destroy me through her? Or so they thought. I told
her that would be their modus operandi months ago. Now she
has to like it or lump it. If she even remotely felt the same
about me as I did for her, it would have devastated her if
they/she had succeeded. It's unfortunate enough as it is.
Wishful thinking? More a case of a modicum of insight,
methinks. Unless I've really pissed her off again. She knows
what their goal is. They have her by the long and straights.
That's the long and the short of it. I've caught her in their
engineered nightmare as much as I've trapped myself in it. As
to how it came about overall, how does anything come about
with narcissists? They land you in it. Whatever you do, you'll
invariably come out the bad guy. That's how it's set up. What's
the answer? Do your own thing. Don't get caught up with
them. Now it looks as if they're trying to trap and entice
everyone into their web of woe and putrefaction. At this stage
I'm almost ready to vow I'll do everything I can to expose this
insane, murderous agenda. Sometimes I wonder just what it
takes. Do I love her or don't I? I have no idea. I probably do,
but that's me all over. She was never the only one. Just an
outstanding one. This might be a fiction but it isn't a movie.
Okay, it's a movie too, for it's only a projection of the mind,
but... It's sleepy time. I'm cream-crackered. I've to be up in
four hours. The horror. I don't do myself any favours. At the
last thing, I told her I'd write a lot; she's seen no evidence of
that since; it's been months. I only started this recently. She
must be feeling demoralised. Or quite indifferent. It's
demoralisation either way. Something else that occurred to
me, and some time ago is that she might think I'm only
pretending to still care for her to get myself off the hook, so to
say. I'm quite capable of letting her think that if only to see
how 'small-minded' or 'mean-spirited' she might be. So much
for giving me the benefit of the doubt. The death-worshippers
will likely have already thought of that and this is why they're
onto her, so to speak. They looked to forestall and end that
possibility in one fell swoop. They'd send me to jail, with her
blessing. This won't endear her to them. They misjudge her.
Me too. They misjudge everyone, not least themselves. Don't
get me started. In short, they're fucking idiots. But dangerous
idiots. Dangerous like the Inquisition was dangerous, for
they're merely an extension of it.
It couldn't have been a pleasant walk for her however
sunny a day it was, contemplating such a potential outcome.
'What are You doing here!' Fat chance. Interestingly, I'd
pictured walking thought the park with her only quite recently,
if in the opposite direction. So near and yet so far. I'm sure
they love that, the satanists incapable of true affection. I
wonder what it must be like to be truly insane but not realise
it. You're scaring me now. Just kidding. I never met Colin
Wilson but his writing sustained me as did others, till I
discovered ACIM and Wapnick. There's more to life than
social media.
universally so.
"AND WHEN YOU ARE DESIROUS TO BE BLESSED,
I'LL BLESSING BEG OF YOU."
Ken Wapnick
Something to keep in mind.
Note: It's not as if she's in a position to say what's going on. It
could also be I'm quite wrong about her, always was. It's
possible the situation serves her own purpose as much, a
hidden agenda. It's special relationships after all, people
believing they can dump their past on you through projection
in the erroneous belief it brings them closer to others and
they're now free of it.
Yes there was an element of my taking the piss. Hadn't
quite made up my mind about her. I wasn't sure what was
going on. I'm a bit Joe Orton that way.
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Another 'interesting' day. It's just too tedious to describe in
any detail. I'm sure most writers just go about their personal
lives then write something completely different in terms of
their professional writing life or however they look upon it.
Their vocational lives. Do they have it so organised, so
'together', that never the twain need meet? I'm too tired for
anything complex. Or it's petered out. An interesting thing:
mention any of this, but now it seems too good to pass up. It's
as feasible she took the opportunity to present herself in the
best light at this point in time. And impressive it is too. She's
brilliantly articulate. It was interesting to see she mentioned
Victor Gollancx near the end, Colin Wilson's publisher for his
first book, The Outsider. It makes the world seem a very small
place. As does the psyOps. We were almost a foot away from
each other if they'd had their way. Let's say for the sake of
argument she doesn't actually hate my guts, or at least not
enough to participate in such underhand strategies, especially
when it goes so much against her deepest convictions. That
leaves the most obvious other possibility; she's obliged to do
what they request if she knows what's good for her. These
people stop at nothing. All they needed was a pretext. It's all
they ever need and if they can't find one they'll create one.
God knows how she'd have felt about it if they'd pulled it off
through her again, but 'terminally. Perhaps it suits her
purpose too, as I've said. We blame others for our own past; to
the ego anyone will do; 'projection makes perception', as
ACIM says.
On the face of it, she agrees with their psychology or
thought-system which is just silly and self-destructive,
however emotionally lethal. And that's reason enough to go
along with it. It doesn't take a genius to see it can be turned
around, directed against her. A colleague did describe her as a
genius, but these clever idiots believe in transhumanism, that
the body can be extended through artificial augmentation. On
the other hand they might be more open-minded than we give
them credit for. The gatekeepers are ready to pounce on this at
any opportunity. Their true hatred is reserved for love. They'll
pull out all the stops to nip that in the bud. So, as unlikely or
misguided as sounds and may be, I'll say on her behalf what
she can't, even if she wanted to; especially if she wanted too;'
and on my own behalf too. A case of turning the tables on the
narcissists, the psychopaths, the Archontic inverters, the
By Jon Rappoport
Everyone needs a victim-story these days. Dont leave home without one.
Or two or three.
Colleges are institutionalizing victimhood.
HeatStreet reports on an innovation: Brown University last year turned a
room on campus into a safe space by outfitting it with cookies, coloring
books, soft music, pillows and a video of frolicking puppies, along with
trauma counselors, after students complained that a speaker invited to
campus would be too upsetting.
My, my.
Reason.com explains: At Brown University last fall, for instance, the
prospect of a debate between leftist-feminist Jessica Valenti and
libertarian-feminist (and Reason contributor) Wendy McElroy was so
horrifying to some studentsthat the creation of a safe space was
necessary.
Sure it was necessary. These college kiddies are fragile. They can crack
like eggs at the slightest provocation. A word here, a word there, and they
require a vacation.
The whole notion of classes is obsolete. No teacher can avoid triggering
students now and then. So send your child to Ooey-Gooey College, where
he can lounge in a marshmallow annex for four years. Protect him. Keep
him safe.
Whats the most prestigious college in America? Harvard, hands down.
Lets take a peek at whats going on at the Harvard Law School, where the
best and brightest college graduates in the land matriculate:
The New Yorker (12/15/14): Individual [Harvard law] students often ask
teachers not to include the law of rape on exams for fear that the material
would cause them to perform less well. One teacher I know was recently
asked by a student not to use the word violate in classas in Does this
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The 'shredder' truck made another appearance the other
week. The assumption seems to have been I was expected to
get off the bus at Commercial Street just as it came in fronr ro
park in front. The first time was at the top of St Andrews
Street just as the bus stopped adjacent, at the bottom of
Princes Street. Either they thought I was getting off there or it
was just a matter of 'line of sight'; I'd see it. The message is
that my videos of their gangstalking activities (along with my
running commentary) is scrubbed and my writing is
'shredded', deleted, except for the purposes of distortion
perhaps. This is the crap they get up to. The tip of the niceberg
as I say, or like to say. I know, it's like a movie. That movie is
They Live, but no less The Truman Show. There's others I've
yet to see. They don't realise they're in a movie, that's the
irony. They behave as they do because they think it's real, as
fundamentalist materialists do. A mistake we all make. Pity
them, for they don't have a clue. The whole thing is a weird,
convoluted affair that makes no sense when you put it all
together but it does to them. It's still seen as a myth or
delusional by some, possibly many, and that's just the one that
have heard about it. There's an illogicality to it, an insanity
that becomes apparent when you look at it more closely, each
cancelling the other out. Which isn't to say it isn't fiendishly
clever, or diabolical, as the fundamentalists would say the
'religious' ones; yet, they 're just the same thing in a different
form; they're for this system of covert murder too. What's the
basis of that? Judgement and condemnation.
For what? What they've been told. Who told them?
Imposters; the 'do-gooders'. The very people that perpetrate
and cover for it. A circular process. A criminal scam. It's a
pyramid scheme of covert murder by psychopathic
coincidence tricksters. A came to mind again. I'm not done
with her. Not by a long shot. I may not be able to ever get her
out of this but it does mean I'll never forget her. They've
virtually guaranteed that. I knew that already, had said so. She
took it to heart as she was meant to. I can understand now if
she's disheartened as I said. Who could blame her? 'Worse',
she might have absconded to the dark side, so to say, if her
predilections didn't already lie there. Some of them seem to
take to it like a duck to water as I said. She might have more
excuse. Or less means to ignore it. A terrible understatement.
As soon as they knew I liked her they were like white on yolk.
As soon as they knew I loved her no less than myself, her fate
was sealed, and separation guaranteed. If she was temporally
pissed off enough to make a complaint against me, in that I'd
hurt her feelings as well as insulted her D, she'll have already
long gathered it isn't a matter of calling the imposters in
uniform then being left alone by them; it's a whole 'new'
ballgame now. Now she's a bona-fide recruit, on board
whether she likes it or not. And how could she possibly be
against them when they're so transparently there to protect
her? Whatever they instruct her to do is clearly for her own
good. It becomes obvious that having her stalk me is just an
extension of the previous workplace mobbing. It was
embarrassing for them that I pointed it out to her, that they're
subtly invading her space in the guise of helpfulness and
magnanimity, literally surrounding her, breathing down her
neck. This is why they've emphasised the 'stalking' theme on
my part, reversing it. Because they can, and the media trolls
report it that way. It's supposed to be impartial or objective.
Pull the other one.
They have this equally loony idea they can say what they
like in the guise of neutrality while their patsies are expected
to keep shtum about it through fear or that it would 'jeopardise'
any basis of objectivity. There's no objectivity. All they're
interested in is that only their viewpoint is heard, and that was
contrived from the outset with a clear agenda in mind,
however insane. They're stealing people's kids through their
bogus social workers, then expecting the mothers' to keep
quiet about it on the threat of further repercussions, not least
prison, whereas for them it's the last straw; the scam is
obvious; they're the ones experiencing it and know how it took
place, so they're out with their placards and information.
People are shooting at cops now because the agenda is
obvious. The goal is murder. They're executing people on
trumped up pretexts, the spur of the moment. One cop was
asked why he did it. 'I don't know' he said. It's because they
can, or believe they can. Some people don't deserve to live, in
their minds. Another colour, specifically black, is an
'abomination'.
Shooting back at them won't help. They have more guns
and they want them all. They want all the technology and what
we have becomes just another means of surveillance and
control for them. People do need to stand up to them because
they're slaves to their own ego's, the false self, phantom self,
call it what you like; and the ego's goal is murder. The people
taking matters into their own hands recognise this in a way
most of the population don't but to fight against it only makes
the error real as the course says; you become what you fight
against, then the victors become the tyrants. There will be no
victory on that level this time; the powers that believe they be
have it all sown up, all figured out; or so they think. A directly
related reason people are reacting in such a direct matter is
that, for the same reason, they're more than aware the situation
is non-negotiable. It's as much a covert program and mindset
of murder. Police shooting people 'in cold blood' is only the
surface manifestation of a covert program that was in place
well before the events of 9/11. Gangstalking makes this
nauseatingly clear,when people are targeted for years at at a
time, decades. This isn't just a lifestyle for these people,
emotionally stunted, depraved participants, it's a way of being,
a means for them to express their sociopathy in a 'socially
acceptable' way, at least between each other. Insane, they
establish a situation where targets look on themselves as
literally under siege; because they they are, and relentlessly,
murderously so. The goal of the stalkers and the handlers
behind them is transparent; they've said so themselves. The
egos, reflecting the ego's mindset established a situation of kill
or be killed. Clearly the idea is that the targets kill themselves,
but the insanity of the situation, the stalkers, driving people to
way to go about it. But it also says it isn't the only thing we
can make her do, and, by more than implication, we can do to
her, as women targets know. That's the irony of The
Adjustment Bureau scenario. All they had to do is engineer a
situation they can claim violates one of their laws or a whole
series, or company policy or whatever it may be, and/or plain
stalk her, not just him, interfering in every aspect of her life.
So he's an up and coming politician? So what; they're getting
dogs abuse on the net, or are hounded by the media for
cheating on their partners; as if their accusers are paragons of
virtue and moral authority. They're satanists. They're
kidnapping people's kids for the satanic peodophile networks.
Their trolls are in every network, have a finger in every pie;
they know exactly what's going on and how to figure it so as
to be 'undetectable'.
They're an organised gang supporting the network of
every other organised covert gang. The police are the biggest
gang. It's collusion; it's a scam. They get found out when it's
untenable, a gang goes too far, are careless and real cops
cotton-on to what's going on. But in practice, they go after the
whistleblowers, anyone who becomes wise to their game and
how it works, and threatens to become a 'real' threat, through
the means to information on the net and social media allows in
a way targets never had the opportunity to before. They
controlled every aspect of the media, what could be published.
Now you can just write it and bang it up on the net. So far.
They still have their media, local and mainstream, and their
love of appetising every aspect of technology they can using
their fake credentials to shill and disrupt, but essentially
they've learned northing. Their mindset is still in the middle
ages while they send their simplistic-minded thugs to stalk en
masse, believing separation and hatred is the be all and end all.
They're emotionally retarded. Intellectually too. The ego-mind
has a plan, an agenda. It's goal is to establish the unconscious
hatred of the ego in place of the love of God and for each
other. However justified they might believe it to be, theirs isn't
the way. As Leuren Moret said, it won't work. It's too
complex, and complexity is of the ego. As many discerning
minds are aware, it will collapse under its own dead weight.
I've said the same thing myself for years. As Colin Wilson put
it in an email to me, he's always believed it's as if the criminal
has some sort of inbuilt sabotage mechanism that guarantees
failure; and make no mistake about it, this is most definitely a
criminal enterprise. The goal is the domination and
subjugation of the entire world and eradication of vast swathes
of the global population. The narcissists and psychopaths want
a world unto themselves where God is obliterated from
memory, and the separation lasts forever. An impossibility, and
insanity, but that won't stop them trying. It's been underway
for decades and has accelerated through increasing
centralisation of power and extension of their covert programs,
whether through gangstalking on the streets covert
militarisation on the domestic front poisoning the populace
through chemtrailing, injuring and killing others through
poisonous, toxic vaccines, along with murdering doctors and
alternative healthcare workers who speak out about it. They're
killers. They're fearful, emotionally and psychologically
dissociated. They're insane. Indirect or covert, sneaky
aggression is murder. They know this. All they can do is
rationalise it at best but the end result currently being
increasingly played out on the screen of the world.
Whether Batgirl is 'for or against' it even in principle, or
not least in principle, or uninterested in me, they'd enforce
their will on her in any case simply because it makes a
difference to me; especially if it makes a difference to me. It
isn't the death of the mind, or emotions, if she simply goes
through the motions, but she's proved useful to them. I
allowed myself to be drawn in hook line and sinker and that
was a matter of carelessness and lack of emotional selfdiscipline, control on my part, sabotaging it for both of us. It
may well be she's embraced the ego's specialness in every
aspect, that she's virtually an extension of them now. It's an
odd situation that I expose to her what they were doing the
security bozos and blokes around her, and their response at a
higher level, through 'Intelligence' is to further mob and coerce
her through their gangstalking police lackeys into further
'compromising' behaviour of her own. She's merely a means to
an end. They don't give a toss about her. The difference was
always that I did and still do. The irony is that I've
inadvertently brought about the very situation I dreaded, and
why I describe it as akin to Invasion of The Body Snatchers,
as many other targets do no doubt, both speciality and
generally. I feel terrible, still. And I know that's the idea. Guilt
is their goal and their motivation. As Wapnick said, the ego
gets everybody.
It may also suit her purpose too as I've said , her own
hidden agenda of believing she can dump her past onto me, by
which I mean she and her D's past in the belief that it brings
them closer together, each colluding in the unconscious hatred
of the ego in the special love, or, as a friend of mine once said
and he didn't mean it maliciously or arrogantly when you
come to learn that all everyone does is swap guilt, you can
only laugh at them. This applies more to the useful idiots right
up the chain of projection. I just might be more accurate than I
realise in terms of her or their motivation. My feeling is, that
intellectual, clever, passive-aggressive academics are deeply
mixed up, misguided people; as clueless as the ignorant thugs
and 'do-gooders' the ingrained emotionally affectless
psychopaths they get to do their everyday grunt work of skits,
obstruction, distraction, rape and murder and the rest. I saw
how they relished misleading and flattering her ,and that was
before my very first communication.
I knew what she didn't. That they would move in on her,
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There have been some developments. Isn't there always.
mention the three thousand pages that was taken. More to the
point, I filmed it all. The videos are what They were
specifically after. Didn't the trolls, in the form of cops and
security do well? And still are. As I say, after they discovered
just how determiner I am, they've up'd the ante Auntie-Christ
(In Dust) like nobody's business. The goal is to absolutely take
targets out of commission. They want to be the trolls and the
city to do what Edinburgh couldn't or didn't. They report any
old crap in here in Sticksville, seeming to absolutely revel in
'shaming' people, sending them to jail for months for the most
innocuous of offences. Repeat offenders I suppose. But this
system is calculated to criminalise. The reports are written by
trolls. It's exactly the same mentality. There's zero that's
impartial about it. It's like a medieval timewarp.
As I said, they're trapped in a loop of unconscious guilt
and projection and see no way out or can't get off, and don't
want to. This is why they'll fail and why it should be obvious
they will, and equally, why they can't see that, trapped as they
are within the parameters of their pathology, reinforced by the
hive mind aspect, others that share the same pathology. It's
only among themselves that they see it as normal or justified
but they're in touch with reality to the extent they know they
have to keep it hidden. I think the reason some people find it
so hard to believe is that they can't understand how something
so clearly insane could possibly expect to be successful in the
long run. Ergo, it can't possibly exist; it has to be some kind of
individual delusion of so-called targets, a kind of group
psychosis, fed by the internet; some sort of weird mass
delusion of the cyber age. What are the chances that so many
people could possible take part in such a mad enterprise of
literally global proportions compared to the probability an
individual has somehow badly gotten the wrong end of the
stick somewhere along the line? People have been playing this
crap, these emotionally lethal games of indirect, sneaky
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I think my mind is quailing at the thought of the sheer
tediousness of describing some of these events. It's too tedious
and trivial to keep up with, however nefarious the intent.
Sometimes the best way to go at it is just to described as much
'in the past,' till the next cycle comes up. They could've
included the blacks that were illegally detained in an unofficial
black-spots in Chicago. Maybe it was touched on and I missed
that part. As terrible as it is for them it only just a black issue;
it's a global issue. It's the 'endgame'. They're pulling out all the
stops. It's bizarro world. As I've said, the basic scam is quite
simple; it's gaslighting to set people up and frame them, as
mentally ill, dangerous; in short, terrorists. That's the biggest
scam of all. They accuse others of what they're doing
themselves. It's that simple in essence, and the perfects over. It
might seem ludicrously obvious to targets, however much the
trolls try and make it look as complicated and convoluted as
possible, but this is irreverent to schemers that collude
between themselves in agreement of it, the same people who
are twisting every pseudo-legal means to what they see as
their advantage, however insane it is. If they in their one sided
way say this is what happened because this is how we
interpret it, as report it as such because they have control of
the media, whether locally or nationally, what can you do?
You can write your own account and put it on the internet is
what you can do, putting it into a wider context than their
mostly self-serving, treacherous little distortions.
Fascist/communist countries like China have got it all sown
up,or so they believe. They control what goes on the net and if
you defy them there government lackeys will beat and torture
you, because, hey, the reality of the body and pain is what it's
all about, so whoever has the might is right; ideas are
dangerous; only our ideas are valid,and what we believe goes;
nothing else has any validity. And we'll kill you to prove it. We
also die to prove that death is real, the only reality. It's a global
death cult. Few people seem to have cottoned on to this. Icke
has. I'm sure Erich Fromm had. Ken Wapnick didn't quite put
it like that. The course talks about death having a grip on our
minds, as does guilt. I'm stalked by clueless idiots, hyenas.
My upstairs neighbour slipped back into mind there. An
which she can say nothing about. I can. That's what this is
about,however relative the situation may be at this point. The
psyOp doesn't change.
This is their strategy for all over the globe, in individual
and group situations, national situations. The microcosm and
macrocosm if you like. That's the irony; they're insane; they're
delusional; they're psychotic though we allare according to
Wapnick through choosing to be here rather than be in heaven
where we already are in reality, never having left.
Transhumanism is a delusion, a misconception, though some
prefer to see it as the post-human. Augmented 'reality' isn't the
answer when the world and body are only a projection of the
mind, an epiphenomenon of the post-separation state, a
separation that has never truly happened in reality. There's all
that unconscious fear of God and losing our individuality too.
In effect, there's no awarenesses of unconscious processes and
defences on the part of the literalists, the fundamentalist
materialists, however one chooses-to term it. Time and space
is all? They haven't even learned that time is an illusion yet?
Do waken up. PKD was saying this back in 1980 in his novel
Valis. ACIM was published in 1976. Science carries on as if it
lives in some kind of private universe oblivious to the true
nature of reality. It's becoming almost a clich now to anyone
who's more use to this other mode of thinking. The
gangstalking hyenas and their handlers are insane but it makes
perfect sense to them; they're making a better world for
everyone; just not targets; the world doesn't need them; the
world is far better off without them.
Hey, here's some news for you; we get to heaven all
together or not at all. Oh wait, they're not interested in heaven.
It's almost the worst, most' boring' thing they could imagine.
Surprise. Thanks for that. Thanks for knowing nothing about
anything. Science, in the guise of Seti supposedly still looking
for evidence of extraterrestrial life. The galactics' have been
sending messages for years; they're appearing in the skies all
over the world. Science can't seem to see it; they seem to be
literally blind. It's unspoken collusion, an unspoken
conspiracy. In the belief we are nothing but bodies, separate
individuals they respond as individuals. An individual doesn't
want to step out of line, rock the boat. It isn't ideas that pay the
price of defying the party line, the unspoken group-think, it's
the individual. He or she can be ousted and the group-think,
the consensual paradigm carries on. In short, it's based on fear
as is most things of this world; an upside-down psychological
and emotional orientation; it's insanity. At best it's state of
denial, each in virtual competition with the other to see who's
most adept at it. It isn't just 'publish or perish', it's comply or
starve. Or be harassed, stalked, assaulted, framed or murdered.
It's an extension of their love of putrefaction and death in any
case. The ego's goal is murder, as the course says. It also says
what is not love is murder. I think that covers most of us but
there's no need to feel guilty about it.
It's only through the unconscious attraction of guilt that
anyone caries on with self-destructive and destructive
behaviour. There are well-meaning Christians here, and no
doubt everywhere, trying to help addicts and draw them away
from their addictions and self-destructive behaviour through
teaching them that sin and guilt is real, but only because God
and Jesus loves them. All they do is reinforce guilt. Everyone
reinforces guilt. The belief in and reinforcement of guilt is the
name of the game, whatever form it's obscured through the
ego. Most people are kinda boring that for that reason. It's a
tedious business. It also makes them dangerous. Anyone
targeted finds themselves caught in a downward spiral of
unspoken collusion. This is why the eventual realisation is that
it's best just to do your own thing. You get along with
someone, they're part of system, another mindset. Now it's
ubiquitous, global, a virtual hive-mind. There are
repercussions for anyone within it who steps out of line and
for anyone who might influence them in doing so. Or try to,
a nobody? I'm not saying that's her view, though it could come
to that in the end, to all intents and purposes. And I was the
one that was stupid or incautious enough to compromise her to
such an extent.
There were other instances I could've kept to myself which
I'll come to in due course, such as the engineered collision
with a women, a member of the public I'm presuming; 'just
like' little 'ol me. They then 'improvised' on that immediately
after, though it's a common occurrence in any case in the
artificial bizarro world shaped around targets. The triviality
never ends. They're some of the most pathetic people you can
imagine, but this program encourages it; nay, it eagerly
sponsors and arranges it.
If we're at the stage now where Ant Girl is as compliant
and brainwashed as they are, she's as pathetic and doomed as
they are, if they and she only knew it. With maladjusted,
misguided souls such as these, who needs revenge? But I was
pretty stupid, or reckless, yes, and I do feel bad about it. About
her. Maybe there's a method in the madness I don't know about
yet. Part of the problem was my perception that I wasn't sure if
she was one of Them. I wasn't sure just how much she took
part in it voluntarily, happily, for all I knew. This hadn't
bothered me so much with others. I was more objective. If the
Anon piece online was by her, then her behaviour and
attitudes seemed quite hypocritical to me, not including the
indirectly sexual nature of her first tweet initially in response
to me. I'm not blaming or condemning her, God forbid. I
wasn't supposed to turn out to be such a 'dick'. In the Anon
piece, she, if she it was, remarked on her intense dislike of
passive-aggression and to side with the mentally ill under
every circumstance. I don't see myself as mentally ill in any
sense; it's just a matter of context; she did (see herself as
mentally ill), if she it was, and all the indications were it was
she, but I'm not going into specifics. She, if she it was, chose it
to be Anonymous, so I'll respect that. Suffice it to say she went
star' look. 'You look like a star but you're still on the dole.'
Mott The Hoople. And what with being designated the bad
guy... Well, you know how it is. I'm not; I'm an artist and
mystic. Or, if you like, a 'conspiracy theorist' and
'troublemaker' too. Mediocrities naturally hate me. Trolls are
mediocrities by definition. There can surely be no (The
Beano) greater satisfaction for these self-condemned 'losers'
than to come between the very people they so much resent
because they're capable of the love they're not, and play off
against each other. The program is also designed to bring
about the very situations they can distort to their own
advantage. It stands to reason that if the people they feel so
threatened by, however irrationally are targeted to the extent
that they eventually come to realise the 'divide and rule'
strategy is a given, it follows that the internet and social media
can be utilised to at least sidestep Their related strategy of
multi-perpetrator stalking in fear that the recipient of their
interest or affections will be targeted for that very reason.
So, whadayaknow? The stalking trolls are right there in
your email and social media too, trolling, monitoring
(stalking) to their hearts content, biding their time as the ego
does to make their move and accuse you of the very thing
they've they've been doing all along and engineered from the
outset. And so it goes. Ain't it always the way. It is this time.
Whatever the case, whatever her attitude, I said I'd unravel it.
I'm one of the best minds in this town, and one of the better
writers in terms of exposing what's actually going on in a way
that most other writers either don't experience or sidestep.
Their 'faith' in me is justified to that extent. An irony I suppose
is that of all the people that take part in this covert program of
murder here in this self-important little hick town, I'm the last
person the more 'educated', such as the main library and
related university and literary circles expect to be the one to
expose it, let alone their gangstalking cops and guardians of
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comedians are on the same bill. The fact was that GS was
funnier than most of them put together; and, that they were
basically conservative in their attitudes; 'rebel lite'. Ain't it
mostly the way. Oh yes. Scott Capurro, the gay comedian is
brilliant. This is contemporary, though most of the rest are still
going. Mark Steele narrated a programme on Lenny Bruce on
BBC Radio 4 just the other night. He was the wrong person to
do it, though he at least touched on the increase in the
preoccupation with political correctness on university
campuses while having no grasp as to the deeply sinister
agenda behind it. He had much the same attitude towards the
forces of oppression the ego marshalling its forces as the
course might put it converging on Lenny Bruce. 'Being a
comedian, there must have been a part of him that relished the
attention. A ring of cops along the wall of the clubs when he
did his act! At the back of his mind he must have been
thinking 'how can I use this for material for my act?' '
Somehow, I don't think Mark Steele quite has a handle on the
situation overall, as now. Sometime after those conferences I
read a review where the critic, male, remarked that GS was
now outselling most of the comedians the critics rated as the
best around at the moment. In other words, most people don't
know shit.
And you can quote me on that. I saw, oh, tens of
comedians. Possibly hundreds over the years. I went to see
lots of writers during the Edinburgh Festival too. Another
artist looked after my artwork on the Mound, next to the
National Gallery at the back, along the railings, selling it along
with his own so I could take off to The Book Festival. Not
literally; it's within walking distance, at Charlotte Square. I've
forgotten too many people I went to see. I'd read some
William Mcllvaney's The Kiln and a 'Laidlaw' book or two, so
I went to see him, bought another copy and got him to sign it.
I liked it because it seemed quite autobiographical to me,
though as he said at the event, someone asked him about his
brother because he mentions him in the novel, but 'I don't have
a brother.' Novels; an instant get out clause. (Apart from the
ones where the novelist has written about a murder and been
convicted through it by the police; this in Fortean Times some
years back.
We'll be coming back to FT on a piece a piece on UFOs by
Jenny Randles, or rather, the covert harassment/targeting UFO
researchers have been experiencing. It's almost literally the
same as gangstalking). 'Nuvels', as Janice Galloway
pronounces them. I went to see her, bought a collection of her
stories, had her sign it of course; again, it's many years ago. I
mentioned David Bowie for some reason. He's rarely off my
mind. 'You look a bit like him' she said. Music to my ears,
only, he looked more like him. I'd read her first novel. Her
lead character, female, mentions playing Bowie's Rise and Fall
of Ziggy Stardust, so perhaps that's what brought him to mind
at the time. (Because my interests were more literary and
musical than artistic I was unaware she had an association
with the artist Peter Howson. Bowie went on to buy a charcoal
drawing titled 'Bosnian rape scene from him for 18000.
Bowie was accused of rape by two women in 1984. That's one
way to try and bring him down. It didn't get them anywhere
that I know of. I saw him for the first time that year at
Murryfield rugby ground, having missed him as Ziggy
Stardust at The Caird Hall in 1973).
I went to see Gita Sereny. the author of a study on the
Glasgow child-killer Mary Bell, literally, a kid herself at the
time, which I read I'd first read of her in the partwork Crimes
and Punishment when I was still at school (the magazines
were edited by CW and included an article by him every issue
at the beginning in 'Crimes and Society'). She'd written a
biography or study of the commandant of Auschwitz, Fritz
Stangl. She'd interviewed him in person. I'd long had an
interest in the subject. I met her briefly and had her sign the
book for me. I still have it. I thought I'd left it in Edinburgh. I
you know it, your 'best years' are behind you. Fortunately I'm
a mental traveller myself and the mind is the most interesting
terrain of all in terms of exploration.
I wrote in some discussion groups over the years, once I
became sufficiently computer literate to participate most
notably in The Colin Wilson Discussion Group. Right wing
for the most part, it was a further learning experience in terms
of the duplicity of the ego and its tricks and games for the
most part. Some members were more impartial. This was from
2003. Suffice it to say my literary interests, and, as I
summarised in the group, are involved, interrelated and longterm.
The NME described GS as the funniest comedian in the
UK.
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Oh, and Claire Bloom. I went to see Claire Bloom, the
actress. Because she was so wondrously gorgeous when she
was younger and I wanted to hear what she had to say as an
older woman, which I did, long forgotten. She must've written
a memoir or autobiography. Maybe I was a bit short of cash at
the time, decided I'd wait for the paperback. I went to lots of
publishing and literary events at the Book Festival. Another
author was
She'd written a biography on Hans
Anderson that I'd already read. I'd loved his stories when I was
a kid.
During much of this time, more so from the age of 30, I'd
started writing again, keeping journals in longhand, much of it
illegible. I preferred to write at breakneck speed. For me it was
an aid to thought, comprehending a situation. Any notion of
writing for 'posterity' or even to peruse later for further insight
got lost along the way. Coping with the latest narcissist, the
latest 'co-dependent' nightmare was difficult enough as it was
in any situation. The ability to write at least gave me a
modicum of detachment I never had when I lived with one.
Whether they play the emotionally independent role or
emotionally dependent victim, either one is designed to suck
you in, just as this psychopathic system and its lackeys do
now, whether intentionally or inadvertently. I never learn, it
seems. I should know better by now.
Their strategy of divide and rule isn't just a matter of
playing people off against each other, but of isolating and
picking people off individually. Playing them off against each
other becomes part of that, especially if there's a connection,
preferably a deep or profound connection, or could be which
the trolls in power can dismiss as deluded after twisting it to
their own advantage. Then it's a matter of killing two birds
with one stone. In the name of 'love' and protection for one
and unspoken hatred for the other. It's all hatred, as much
towards themselves. Special love is more insidious as it's the
opposite of what it seems to be and is seen to be for. It's hatred
they offer her. She possibly even accepts it without too much
of a qualm. When the going gets tough, the mediocre get
going. Oh she of little faith. She doesn't want to be tarred with
the same brush either when it's designed to look so bad for me;
it's guilt by association again and the avoidance of it. The
smearing aspect; inverting who the actual stalkers are; Them.
And her, I have to say, though I've never emphasised that
aspect. Again, she has to be part of that system just to get
through the day, just to economically and emotionally
function. They have everyone by the short and curlies. It's just
too much aggravation for people, not just targets; it's
methodically designed to be that way, so they fall away from
you. 'A bit like that guy that died on a wooden cross'. (Norm.
The US sitcom from years back). Who's going to know
anyway? From her side or theirs. Life goes on, the fall guy
takes the rap, has it all dumped on him and no one is any the
wiser, the agenda continues, the system is barely affected and
she'll get over me. 'Hell, she was never in the least interested
in him in any case. Why would a young woman with
everything going for her be in the least interested in a loser
like him?' Whatever. And wrong. They interpret situations as
they choose, to suit their own purposes. The Adjustment
Bureau was right about that aspect a least. Again, it's a matter
of perspective. She's as misguided in her way as they are. Like
them, she has no concept of non-dualism, seemed blissfully
aware of the origins of the psyOps they were instructing or
coercing her into, and clearly still are, and the overall,
connected agenda. There was no resolving the situation except
to end it. I'd resolved to send her as much as I can within the
limited time I had before I was reliant on a net connection
through the library again or other sources. A matter of
disorganisation and budgeting concerns. The idea was to stop
and leave it at that, at least till some point in the future when it
was clear that I do actually write and would do so
indefinitely,whatever the outcome might be in literary or
financial terms.
Maybe we could meet up in the future sometime, maybe
not, but the cat was definitely out of the bag. There was no
going back. Literally, as it turned out, but it was a novelty for
her, an 'interesting' interaction, up to when the spoilers made
their long calculated move. I'd taken long enough to make my
own move as it was, after all those months of almost
subliminal attraction and empathy between us. It was my
discovery of her anon piece that consolidated it, bringing on a
mini-spate of tweet son her part. The problem here is that I
feel like I'm betraying her trust. This is part of how divide and
rule works. We can each try and save our own asses now by
'exposing' the other, while the trolls, the lawyer and the rest sit
back and snicker, blending into the foreground after hiding in
crimes on a far larger and wider scale than the ones they
perpetrate themselves. 'Do-gooders' are the most dangerous
people in the world.' - Ken Wapnick. They're not here to help
you. They're part of the dark cabal. The useful idiots, the
misguided sycophants that more willingly do their bidding
will go the way of the 'Sondercommando' in the Nazi death
camps. Trains with shackles, and Fema camps and others with
guillotines might be hard to take in but if the goal is to do
away with 80 percent of the population and it is denial
probably isn't the best strategy in dealing with it. You can
always join them as I've mentioned, if you think that will save
your skin, and who knows, it just might, but it will be death as
life, just as they're inflicting on my former 'would-be'
imaginary and sometime galfriend and 'soulmate' along with
the rest of the willing dupes. I didn't describe it as feeling like
an Invasion of The Body Snatchers moment(s) for nothing. So
far, it's the 'worst' possible outcome.
Almost the least of my concern has been for myself. Is
there some sort of unconscious belief in 'expiation' on my part
to try and erroneously offset the guilt I might feel for having
exacerbated the situation for her? Probably, though what's
expiation but a way of making time real? The ego gets
everybody, as Wapnick said. Only, if I'm aware of it I needn't
fall into that ego trap. Alternatively, you could say I insisted
on bringing the situation to a head my own way, in a kind of
bloody-mindedness, knowing each option or avenue would be
blocked whatever I did. It would at least end it more quickly
than if I'd been 'smarter' about it, more cautious and kept up a
'surreptitious' connection with her solely in person, avoiding
any form of electronic connection that would give it away.
We'd be over heard, 'discovered'. With the present outcome I
can be safely dismissed by some as a fantasist and none need
be any the wiser as to whether there was anything to it on her
side at all. I'd already accepted the plausible deniability part
and now she's going for it like there's no tomorrow. Or soon
will be.
What's she supposed to do? Defy them? They hold all the
power and credibility. It would presuppose an emotional
connection between us that I already said I'd never hold her to
in any case, nor could. It's not as if I'm rich. I'm not even
affluent. I'm barely poor. I make ends meet. I'm one of
Dundee's fat 'starving' artists. That's a paraphrase of a Seinfeld
line. Suffice it to say it's not as if I could offer take her or
anyone else 'away from all this'. Yeah, I said that too. Now
they have it all sown up, all figured out to their heart's content.
I covered most angles that came to mind, except that one,
'culminating' in a semi-humorous sexual scenario, knowing it
would never happen; meeting would never happen; it would
never work out, but I did get the opportunity to apologise for
my bullishness and swear eternal friendship if she needed it.
Or even wanted it. Relationships in any sense are problematic
enough without the barrage of 24/7 complication They Live
for. Yes, I said that too. I hope They enjoyed it. Having her be
there at the bus stop for the possibility of me getting off was as
much their way of telling her there's no hope for the situation
whether she likes it or not, in the guise of having her play the
innocent against the 'stalker' by having her stalk me along with
others in tandem to complete the intended set up in order to
remove the unpleasant 'problem' on 'her' behalf 'my'
proximity to her - as well as do their best to ensure their
circuitous, convoluted dirty tricks and psyOps are never
discerned and exposed for the confidence trick it is. And a
global one at that. They're leaving no stone unturned, no
potential or actual 'threat' unmolested. It's an illusory war of
ideas, carried out in secret, so its fundamental foolishness and
insanity can never be ascertained. Thanx for giving me that
opportunity once again, you big sillies, you crazy galoots, you.
And that's just the visiting judge. Mr Smoking Gangstalker.
No. It's a 'gestalt'. They're all in it. From ignoramus 'kids' on
bikes to... I've just said. I know it's horrific. But there's room
for optimism. As I've said, here or elsewhere, I know they lost.
They just don't know it yet. I say that from the knowledge I
have through a mystical experience I had in my early 20's I
was 23 and an awareness of psychology and metaphysics
they seem to have no grasp of. The galactics say they already
know They've lost the dark cabal in any case, that they're
too obstinate or obtuse to acknowledge it. Either that or the
galactics are in on it all the better to emotionally and
psychologically devastate us when it turns out not to be the
case, but I see this as almost pointless speculation, playing the
devil's advocate for the sake of it, moribund humour to lighten
the situation. It would be about as rational to say I can look on
my early and only mystical experience as a delusion, a dirty
trick of some kind all the better to deceive me with. The 'only'
problem for me with the galactic is this 'Ascension' scenario
that Wapnick has digressed in terms of 2012. Icke said some
years ago that the event would take place in 2016.
We're here. It's still to happen. We're already seven months
into the year, and Galaxy Girl just might be wondering where
my writing is, or dreading it, or anticipating it with relish, or if
it's ever going to show up in any form at all as I said it would,
if she ever wonders anything at all, that is. I can't say I'd blame
her. Siding with her D and writing me off in the name of
dumping their past on me, now the damage is done and the
mean-machine closes in 'for good', less so. It was probably
always a case of having to dismiss her as emotionally shallow
if only to gain a more objective perspective before it's 'too
late'. I might not quite fully appreciate the situation in all its
murderous nastiness otherwise. And if I do, how am I
supposed to forget her? Nor will they let me. Or her, it seems.
There's no forgiving without forgetting, as Wapnick said.
Everything in its own time. Or when I sort out simple tech
obstacles, and obfuscation. Simple to others, not to me.
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Conference!
Having successfully sidetracked myself yet again, let's go
back to the conference I meant to describe in passing, and
subsequent events. I was probably reminded of it through
having subscribed to Literary Dundee. I confirmed my place
online, didn't have a printer and so didn't print out a 'ticket' =a whole sheet then when the date came, got myself up there;
the venue was the Tower Building off the Perth Road, part of
the university complex. It was a pleasant, sunny day. There's a
winding road that leads into the entranceway by the side of a
grassy verge area. Some students and others may have been
relaxing on the grass, I can't quite recall, or I was
hallucinating. Just kidding. I was feeling slightly anxious over
the possibility of something going wrong, not geeing on are at
least past security, knowing I wouldn't have my 'pass'
challenged. 'Pass' in the sense that it would prove I hadn't just
wandered in off the street,which I just had,so to say. There was
nothing to concern myself over. I snapped into confident mode
as soon as I stepped inside; my emotions had been playing
tricks on me. The was someone in a security uniform at the
desk. I glanced in brief acknowledgement, then at a female
member of staff stalking to someone in passing. She perhaps
glanced at me in passing too, but otherwise paid me moreattention,having given me the once- over and I'd passed; there
wasn't any need to enquire any further, what with my cleanshaveness and glasses; I was obvious studious. You're
goddamn right I am. Inside the hall I recognised once or two
faces, mostly annoying, my feeling ambivalent as always for
the most-part. I selected a space along an isle as middling and
close to the centre as possible, for the vest panoramic view,
aside from not having eyes in the back of my head. I was
how long we'd skirted around each other, though she was more
obliged to stick to that role, leaving it to me for the most part.
I'd spoke to others I knew from the group, moving on
rather than hogging the conversation, overstay my or their
lightly bemused welcome, wondering what I might say; it was
'hilarious'. This time it was a local poet and PhD student I'd
met in the group, and one of the speakers, a former poet in
residence for the BBC, and an attractive, shapely blonde I'd
ever seen before, though I would again. Steady. Theconversation is too tedious to describe, as is most of this
account, which is why I'm belting through it at 'breakneck
speed',without truncating it to the point of meaninglessness. E,
slim, attractive,wire-haired, with a voice I found absurdly
appealing, had a stand up comedy spot coming up and I cut in
to remark I admired her nerve or confidence, added that I was
always too bashful to do it. 'You're not bashful! she rejoined.
Another minor revelation for the Queen of The Nile. The longhaired blonde went on to say something about what she saw as
intrusiveness on the part of bureaucracy, in
computer/electronic terms. I remarked that 'it's all
psychological profiling',just to keep my hand in while I
devoured another glass of wine. She mentioned in
conversation she worked in the library. This struck me as more
'serendipitous' than suspicious. In retrospect I can choose to
see it as standard gaslighting if I wanted to, only, I was the one
who approached them and not the other way about. I could say
it was an 'odd' coincidence but I hadn't known E the poet
worked in the library too. Small world. A literary event;
whoever would have guessed? Back inside, for the last
speaker, feeling slightly tipsy, though nothing disorienting, I
was feeling a mite reckless. There was also the vague
awareness that things might not be quite as they seemed,
though I couldn't see how,but I know how the 'snitch' network
can anticipate targets actions. It was more than likely I'd
gravitate to someone I knew, specifically a dark-haired 'looker'
alerted her.
Big Scandal in Tiny-Town, they'd know all about it. But
the gangstalking informant network wouldn't have altered any
of these literary paragons to the fact that Public Enema no 6
was eight there in the vicinity? Pull the other one. I saved
them the effort of their overt eavesdropping, turning it on its
head for my own purposes if you like. However 'misguided' on
either of our parts, I knew a part of Galoshes Girl would be
pleased. Saying no more. Once the initial bemusement passed.
Let's stick with Gravity Girl. This got me back in court. I
hadn't thought it would, but they do take everything so
personally. The obvious and perfect pretext is that it's now for
her protection. They have it all figured out, sown up as I say.
As if they truly give a shit about her. It was an interesting
choice of words on my part, intended to be ironical in that
she's seen as the aggrieved party for all the hassle I've brought
on her as well as the information onslaught I subject her to if
you like but with some sublime music too. In practice, it's a
conspiracy, unspoken collusion in multi-participant ongoing
murder and still is. My conviction, no pun intended is that it's
safer for her if she does as she's asked. The troll-mindset,
being what it is and what they do, would intentionally
misinterpret and distort the meaning of that last sentence. This
is the level their myopic-minded bullshit is on. I hadn't
realised quite how terminally emotionally arrested they are,
from troll cops in your emial and the rest, to the maliciousminded dipsticks that write anonymous 'report's for the local
rags/'newspapers'. They're still in the dark ages,
psychologically. I'm glad at least one of us is saner. 'All is
forgiven' also, is against everything they think they stand for
and believe. It's like a red rag to the Inquisition. Or Satanists.
Projecting their own self-hatred and unforgiveness to me.
Gravity Girl might 'get it'. A matter of interpretation. Was she
murderously furious at me or wasn't she? Did it suit her
purpose also, as much as it suited Theirs or didn't it? Was she
On the face of it, it's on her 'behalf'. What did I just say?
What did I just explain? The madness behind it, the barely
hidden chaos and insanity of it. Now you know why the world
seems to be rife with mass shooters and killers running amok.
Some of them are being driven to the edge of their tether
through relentless psyOps. It's believed to be a mental health
issue, the newsreader on Radio 3 dutifully parroted. You bet
it is. The rest are no better. I'm one-thousand times saner than
any of these people, and that's just the instigators. Nah, that's
who I meant. My little joke. I'm saner than Gravy Girl too,
truth be told. Either she's an 'idiot'/brainwashed,
afraid/coerced, or she has faith in me. If she's indifferent, fine.
'Suddenly', it's become all too 'official', all to problematic; the
forces against me, her too, are too big,as you might expect
when the Inquisition worm their insidious way in. Careers,
reputations are at stake. I'm not respectable enough. Or at all.
What career? What reputation? True, they can't deny my 'Godgiven' artistic talent,but that won't stop them. Not at this stage.
Their credibility is going down the drain by the day. They've
realised just how close I came to 'ruining' them through all the
vids I took of their covert stalking. They were so obvious,so
inept about it, only an idiot or a 'love-struck fool' could
possibly screw it up, through it needlessly away. I hadn't make
up my mind what I would do with it any case. From their point
of view it's enough I had it, that it came so close to damaging
them through exposing exactly what their up to and how they
go about it. It's destined to fail. Not just because they're
insane, trapped in a loop of their own devising, but because
they're so obtuse for that reason. And relentlessly, tirelessly
devious. Life and writing goes on, however they engineer it to
end. If she's assuming I'll write as I said, and even unravel
and expose their emotionally warped shenanigans, that's
better. But if anything ever happens to her or me, for that
matter it's through these narcissistic psychopaths. Let me
rephrase this, for they can twist that too: If anything happens
how they operate and think, and what a conning crock of crap
it is and how self-deluded and ruthless they are, I'm inclined to
give her the benefit of the doubt and not leave her to it, in
emotional terms. True, no one can help anyone that doesn't
want to be helped,and from the trolls pov, seeing everything in
terms of bodies and separation, there's O I can do anyway;
that's the whole point, the whole kit and caboodle as far as
they're concerned; I/we've been outmanoeuvred and that's just
how it is and that might also explain why she's going along
with it. I've proved to be a 'plonker', and if you can't beat 'em,
you may as well join 'em. The fact is, it's bigger than both us;
it isn't just a matter of trying to throw light on what they
involve her and in assuaging my own conscious through trying
to expose it and them, but that this is a global situation as I've
said, as many know now. It's not what it seems to be and
they're not what they claim to be or represent or how they
represent themselves.
It isn't just a matter of looking to present myself in the best
light, or even save my own skin if it comes to that. They're
creating emotional and psychological havoc. It's not just that
they're targeting women in the hundreds of thousands as well
as kids, but that it's a cover for the elite in any case, to carry
on with their satanist activities, their child-trafficking, their
covert death-dealing to anyone and anything they see as a
threat to the System in Their insanity. Most of the covert
stalkers are well-meaning dupes, or I'm assuming they are.
Their self-interest most of them are paid and their own
unconscious guilt, which symbols of authority play on, are
blissfully unaware of the pyramidal structure of the octopus;
just to mix metaphors. The right hand doesn't know what the
left hand is doing, from one person to the other, one group and
level to the next, making it one monstrous interrelated 'round
robin' pyramid scheme, just to mix more metaphors; making
enablers out of them, the proverbial useful idiots, oblivious as
to how the hidden goals above their handlers increasingly
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In the meantime, the System-serving media morons will
carry on with their transparent incitement to murder through
their local rags until they're seen for the 'Elite', Agenda 21serving sycophants, trolls and Satanists they are. Put that that
in your pipe and 'vape' it. Their strategy is to turn the situation
on its head, inverting it through accusing targets who take
advantage of the increased convenience, availability and
affordability of video technology to counter their organised,
covert multi-participant stalking, thus exposing it, of the very
thing they're doing themselves stalking people to death,
including thousands of women and kids (the very people they
claim to protect, women are predominately targets- Wonder
Woman is as much a victim of the set-up now with the more
than implied threat it could be directed at her if she doesn't
comply with their instructions.) in 'every modern
industrialised Nato country' (as Mark Rich put it) across the
world. while they enable and cover for their satanists in every
city council, 'caring profession' and police department and the
rest. They organised 'black spots', as in Chicago; this is both a
prelude and extension of covert murder.
Every 'anchoring' point and event they artificially engineer
in every targets life, through repeatedly stalking them on bikes
on corners and other sections, cycling from behind, whether
slowly and close or to go by at speed or appear from around
corners at speed, engineering multi-participant 'artificial
synchronization' for the purposes of gaslighting and
distraction in short, to cause fear and alarm; it's terrorism
vehicles moving in and off quickly, people appearing suddenly
around corners, at or from entrances and exits, every disabled,
twisted, 'broken' body they put in your way, every dog they
have cross your path or block it and combination thereof, the
goal is to wear targets down through keeping them in an
anxious state, and thus undermine their immune system
through a virtually constant low-level adrenalin flow is
symbolic of Their unconscious worship of death and
putrefaction. And not just symbolic. There are too many would
be Joseph Kramers', 'the beast of Belsen', and Illsa Greses',
'the blonde damsel' of Auschwitz. She was a 22 year old
ignoramus. They hanged her anyway; 'the ego gets everybody,'
acknowledge it? Take a wild guess. But that was then and this
is now. In the meantime, the stand-in lawyer told me this is
pretty low-level stuff. This after he'd initially thought she was
right there and I'd spoken directly to her because the friend of
the blonde or The Blonde herself shared the same name. As I
say, an 'odd' coincidence either way, but they love this stuff.
Or is that me? The interesting part is if I hadn't said what I
said, I'd never have known this. And it's no doubt due to my
obvious' compulsivity or incautious that they staged/set up the
intended entrapment scenario later in the hope that I wouldn't
resist the temptation to talk to her if I was stepping off the bus
and right into each other; literally so, or as near as. After the
recent conference episode as I've just touched on again, that
would've been their penultimate one-upmanship moment
along with taking me out of the picture for a while, while I lost
everything in the process;the flat/ a place to live and work, my
artwork, books, writing, letters etc. At best, it was intended as
the penultimate act in terms of the emotional impact of their
campaign of demoralisation through sneaky, indirect
aggression. I'd already told her they'd utilise her for this
purpose. I'd went on to give them a further pretext in the guise
of that it's for her own protection. I'd thought I'd maybe pissed
her off again/hurt her feelings when I tweeted on the 13th,
unaware of their little troll report in the local paper. It
would've seemed like I was looking to manipulate her solely
for my own advantage; or possibly so. I quickly tweeted my
mistake, along with a quick synopses of their entrapment
scenario, just in case they hadn't fully clued her in, as well as
to let her know I wasn't holding it against her. This on the
supposition she even looks in still.
One question for me is still how did they succeed in
guiding her so precisely? It's possible she was given a lift and
dropped off near the spot, just as I've seen them do more
immemorially in expectation of my being at a location,
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decide. Months back, when I was still going to the lib, still in
touch with Pocahantas and not a peep from her or anyone else
there in terms of doing anything wrong, outside of the trolls in
email and their stalking, gaslighting, then later in social media,
the same trolls who would arrest me later, interview and
charge me, just an extension of the stalking as is the
'investigation' and stitch-up. I'd be walking up the Perth Road
again for this or that reason. One was to be at a talk at the
local art society off Roseangle. It turned out I'd got the date
mixed up, it was closed, though the lights were on inside.
Only 7.30 or so, it was dark as I recall. I'd been trolled/stalked
all the way as usual, the usual asinine, contrived
contemporaneous incidents. There had been a variation this
time, a little street-theatre, this earlier, and, fuhrer down, near
the beginning of Perth Road. Further down. I'd bought some
chips from a Kebab place, and, waiting outside for them to be
ready, a couple had appeared, the dark-haired bint clearly
timed to be at the entrance just as I was stepping out. Goodlooking and wearing a short skirt and pull-up black tights, she
was a sexy sight, designed to attract my attention, I came to
realise. Ahead of me shortly after it was clear they were there,
mooning around over each other to be the reminder of what I
didn't have in my life; any dark-haired Rapunzel of my own,
(intended sabotage already in place). Not true; the princess is
in the mind, as Wapnick once wrote. Anyone else is just an
extension of it. As it happened, they stopped just before the
winding entranceway that leads to the Tower Building where
the literary conference had been. I still had to cross it. Just a
matter of a few yards. I have a habit of stopping abruptly on
recognised or familiar 'anchoring' points though, (there are no
anchoring points in reality; it's all projection) and this time
was no different. The couple had stopped at the corner, serving
asa distraction and observers. 'Fuck off,' short skirt gal said
into her phone, or pretended to. 'Fuck off yourself' I said. 'No
no no, I think people can be interesting when they think you're
dirty work. I stopped and sat on the low wall to figure out my
latest cheap vicam. Sometimes it records, sometimes it
doesn't. I don't have the hang of it. Someone shouted 'Hi.' The
Reverend Fellow I knew; he was with his Wife. As for the
'neighbour', she'd been hanging around. She'd obviously been
instructed to observe, irritate, provoke. When I came out the
flat one day, she was right there upstairs to beat her carpet.
This is the shit that goes on. Bringing out bags of empty jars,
she couldn't not have heard me. Hey, that's the point. It's
Springtime for Hitler. Don't get mad, get even, as someone
once said. I haven't seen her since I acquired the vidcam.
Surprise. In fact, it's toned down quite substantially. They took
it to really quite ludicrous proportions as I've said. You
wouldn't believe your eyes; and ears. I'll still expose it though.
Their overconfidence, their complacency, their hubris, their
pathology is such that the artificial matrix prison loop and the
roles they play have become their lives; they think it's who
they are, and what life is.
Kinda like some of them think their kitchens and settee's
are who and what they are, or an extension of it. And that's
just the men; the ones that see themselves as 'liberated',
politically correct, confusing form with content, the goal with
the process. 'Hey, I'm a feminist myself.' Fuckwits one and
all. Women can be just as clueless. The ego doesn't care who
falls for its tricks and traps. Some feminists seem to have little
conception of the underlying specialness/unconscious hatred
involved in what they believe are informed choices and their
deepest convictions. It can be just the other side of the coin of
the macho male. People are ridiculous. The most ridiculous
part is that in their arrogance of ignorance, they believe they're
so informed, for there's always other-directed fools like
themselves to reinforce it.
I got along to the lawyer's; court-appointed. I wonder who
he's working for, what he's defending in actuality? Time will
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Does it matter to her, one way or the other? Yes, because
I'm perceptive and I cared. As do I now, but who can be truly
sure? I did offer another perspective though; that love, true
joining is of the mind. As this is more in keeping with her true
nature, a part of her welcomed it, and it was as much based on
my swearing my undying love for her that I did introduce the
sexual fantasy element. I think that when I 'let rip' over her D's
crassness and her apparent acceptance of it though she'd
ignored that specific photo she perhaps felt' disillusioned',
shifting back to the illusion of the special relationship again,
emotionally reliant on what support system she has, unfamiliar
or perhaps unforgiving of sudden 'flare ups' and such
directness. As I said later, the problem with cyberspace is we
can't see the other person's response. In person one might stop
in a heartbeat if you saw they were 'cut to the quick'. I'll never
forget her expression when she first realised I truly liked her,
was interested in her. It was quite heart-rending in its way,
knowing some of the things she'd been through in her life, if
she it was, as I've indicated. As a 'most exalted potentate of
love' ha it's The Cramps I could tell her how much I
loved her, the almost numinous dream I had of her and not her,
but the love of my life from years ago, only, she was in the
dream too, but indirectly; it seemed like a good sign. I'd
written an account of the dream, held on to it for a bit after
some initial contact, then sent it to her. This writing, as with
the rest is gone now. Yes, she did reciprocate, however subtly.
The clumsy twonk, the King Klutz overall, was me, spoiling it
for her through sheer impulsiveness, behaving as if we needn't
have a care in the world. The real spoilers are the trolls of
course, the love-hating, life-negating, death-worshipping
shills. They positively wallow in the thought of, if not coming
between us, which they did, then using her to try and further
entrap me through playing us off against each other. I almost
No one will ever quite replace me for her and no one will ever
quite replace her for me, though in my case, their goal is
complete isolation and psychological death.
It's also as likely she's written me off as a matter of
necessity or is emotionally quite shallow. Or it's simply a case
of 'out of sight out of mind', as they know. It's as likely she
underestimates me as much as they do by which I mean the
import and accuracy of the psychology and metaphysics I
utilise and remark on. The ego-mind has a covert goal overall.
Nothing is as it seems. The ego, in its madness, its delusions,
believes it's at war with God. It takes place on the
subconscious level, projected out. The quest for immortality
through the body, whether through transhumanism or
cryogenics or any other means is, apart from the fact they're
doomed to failure, is just floundering in the dark; these people
are asleep. Her peers, colleagues, would-be mentors are
clueless as to the true nature of reality/mind and the
body/world. Look at the myopic, pathological, paranoid
apparatus that surrounds it Tranhumanism. To quote a song
title by The Future of The Left, tweeted before, 'I Am The
Least of Your Problems'.
That goes for 'Them' too, in the unconscious belief that
God is out to hunt them down for having separated from and
murdered Him in the process which they then project out on
to others. The irony, the contradiction, is obvious when they're
so transparently materialist in outlook in terms of
psychological orientation; they're either 'worlders' or the 'Jesus
died for your sins' brigade. The New Agers are little better for
the most part. They're all united in unconscious guilt. In some
other sense, 'They' know the 'threat' is total, or potentially so,
at least in worldly terms, and establishing a death world,
PKD's false, fake world is what it's about. The 'most
threatening' idea of all is that we're an idea (in the Mind of
God), not bodies at all. They want these truths abolished, once
and for all.
remarkson her Dand she, along with knowing the troll were
upon us, methinks, (and having to stick to the one-sided,
'stalking' narrative). The jig was up; such as it was. Anyway,
we'renot taking 'dick pics' here'it was quite sensitively and
humourpusly done, if ill-timedand ill-judged as I've indicated.
An artiast sent me pussy pics and full-frontals a while back.
She liked me; a lot. Who wouldn't? Ha. Onlyself-gating,lovefearing trolls. 'Lay off the billet doux, as HeraldFroy wriote
way back whenm probably the '60's. I'dcome across old
paparbacks byhim in my early20's. Iknew it was good advice,
but I rarely stuck to it. But it also means that I have
hunderedds of pages that Iwent to Canada, having met a
Canadian here over 30 years ago. I was 26 to her 28. She saw
me as 'Byronic'. I sincerely hope I'm not. Hermeaning was that
I'm emotionally turbulent; that was a refelction of my
involvemtnwith a manilulant, vindictive narcissits. It wold be
anotyher four years before I had even come across the term.
Shewroteasmuch back, sending mer aufiotapestoo. Istill have
some. On one she's written 'The jury's in. I love you!!.' I
stumbled on them notsdo long ago after 30 years, gave them a
listen. She wasjust as turbnulent I think, butgenuijhly nice,
intelligent. And saw right through the narcvissit in a way I
didn't, though I came to be even cleerer on her on the
situation, but by then i'd let it slide between us; there would be
no emigrating to Canada for me; Ihad things to do here, even
if ifelt as stmied them as Ido now. Thats the nature of 'the
charactersitically impossble situations the ego contrives', to
praphrase ACIM. Onthe face ofit, little chances, it only
getsworse. But Ikeep[ right on wrioting as and whwen I can
and will. Iwas readikng PKD's Radio Free Albemuth on the
bus again,and he's descrbingh how, after his apartment was
burglarisedand all this papers stolen, 400 pagesof notesfor
writing and all his cashed cheques they'd blown open his
metal filing cabinet he now had to work on the dull
knowledge that whatever worting he was wasworkikng on
just as A did. The trolls, rthe worlders think that by taking out
individuals, seeing evertyone in terms of merelybodioes as
they do, that it takes care of the apparent problem. There
couldn'tbeaclearer demonstaration of just how cl;iless,
confused and misguided they are. Love idof the mind, and
Mind. There's no stopping it, only hinbdering, delying the
inevitable, a matterof choice, and more and morepeople are
making thqat choice; more and more are chanfing their minds
about the world and how they see it anf everyone in it, along
qwith themselves. My cocksure lawyer and the rest don't
realisr they're dinosuars, part of a delusional stasyem on the
way out, however long thqat might take. It must be a strange
stateof mind rto go thriouggh 'life' so visionless, so
convincedof the meaningly of it all, yet beieving, in their
supreme self-deception and selvetive perception that they're
the good guys, the saviours of the world, beginning with
coercving their 'best and brightest; through indirect threat in
the guiseof protection to take down anyone they see as a threat
to that emotialluy warped status quo and the delusional and
global asystem they serve, as enmeshed in it as she and others
are whom they've entrapped. Their inversion knows no
bounds. In their arrogance, the seeming strebth, scope and
power of the stystem, they've no reason ro question thier
complacency, ganging up on and crushing 'maveric' voices as
they see fit, the moreisolated and 'disenfranchised' the
better;all part of the psyOp, as narcissists will. They found the
pretext they needed.
Now they can put the boot in, twist the knife, in verbal
form, in keeping with their role as the great 'protectors' of the
city, (the world), respectable and respected, when all they are
is a bunch of Archon-minded, virus-controlled parasites
peddling lies and death in a desperate attempt to further their
world-as death in the insane belief they can finally achieve
their goal of blotting out God and love forever, replacing it
with thwe unconscious yet increasingly overt hatred they
concerned you.
Such as asking why they'd blocked 'mad Dave's' website?
Not that I put it that way, and, I like to read the Headlines
page. That's been pastof my routine for years, on and off. As
with reading ACIM, or keeping up with the galactics. Not that
you'll find anything at all on ACIM in their libraries either.
They're a 'Christian'/Atheist/Satanic death cult. Inariably some
variqation on the three, whether in practicing or psychological
terms; the form is irrelevent; their god is technology and the
worship of death and murder. That's it. Wahtever they believe,
practice, or thinik they beleive to the contrary. Icke is
absolutrlyright in saying, in so many words, that anyomne or
anything that isn't Sytsem-sanctioned, such as havihng letters
aftertheir name, is to all intents and pirposes, non-existent,or
worse, seen as a threat. Their actual god, their unconscious
motiovation is guilt, and the urgent, desperte needtoprtoject it,
as it is for most of us. The System people are in the
leastcondusiveposition in termsof letting it go. They think they
're in the right because they'vebeen
toldtargetsartecriminals. Nowwe'reallcriminals. The ego gets
everybody. Either we'reall innocent or we're allguilty. Theego
gets everybody. If you're going to get eveyone, you'll neeed to
go back on time too, in the nameof
'justice'.Foreverydelinqunet, every incorrigible crimnial such
as Panzram or Kurten, reember there were parents in some
form behind it, and the System at the back of them, as alwys,
crushiung kids as it does now, through it's makeshift,insane
psychaitric diaganosesd alll the bettterto fed the rapacious
paharmaceutical companies as it fif through my mother. Just
howfarback woild you like to go? The Inquistion dug
peopleupto put them on trial. It wasn'teven a fair trial,
needlesss to say. Will the most henious criminals ever serve
the 400 or 1000 years they've been sentenced to, do you think?
They 'will', if science can help it, whether through the
extension and augmention of the body, 'life', in the form of
the case, converging into the present situation and this writing.
Whatever happens, I write; the writing stays, if I can possibly
help it; it's produced, in one form or another, a dog's dinner as
it might be, but I can come back to it; or not, as the case may
be, depending on outcomes. I may have a whole lot more to
add, and never get round to improving on the former,
morphing into themes more smoothly and connectedly as
intended. I'm full of good intentions, me. It's interesting that
David Icke uses computer fractals as a metaphor to describe
the interrelatedness of the Archon world. This is the perfect
symbol for the interrelatedness of their gs psyOps it seems to
me, in their sheer interrelated triviality, or, as the course might
put it, and as I've paraphrased before, an interrelated chain of
special relationships dedicated to death. That about covers it,
so to speak. It was through my reading of ACIM, and previous
to that, sections of Eric Fromm's The Psychology of Human
Destructiveness, and, previous to that, books by Alexander
Lowen on narcissism this is going back over 25 years that
the conception of this world as a place of death-worship and
worshippers began to sink in. The course says as much; that
this is what it is, and what it's for, in terms of the ego, the false
self that we identify with, and what Icke calls the phantom
self, though he's well aware that our true nature or self is
beyond form, an aspect of the infinite. It's important to
remember, or keep in mind that not only is death not real, but
neither is life here; both are just an aspect of a dualistic world.
Icke does say, as others have, that we're here to experience
ourselves as aspects of the infinite gaining more awareness of
itself. This is dualistic. It's a quite common New Age concept,
however brilliantly and sublimely he integrates it into his
monumental discussion of the different world that has come
about through the pernicious and deadly influence of the
Archon virus and the world, this world, the same world, that
has been caste down the frequencies, so to say while the other
world, the true world the real world as the course terms it
increasingly the case. The same road where there'd been two
or three knock-down attempts so far; perhaps there was that
third one still to come, where I'd pretended I was about to
cross the road yes, it really can be that predictable and a
car zoomed by 'out of nowhere' at accelerated speed as another
appeared from down the side street, next to the music shop on
the corner, near the bus stop where I still was, the perfectly
timed distraction, the 'old one-two'. Good try, but no cigar.
They already had the vids, not to mention my writing.
Previous to that, I had them on vid, attempting to knock me
down, in the designated symbolic spot, the intentional irony,
where I'd taken the piss, to their mind, played the smartarse,
the drive leading up to the Tower Building, the conference
spot, the the intentionally 'ironic' all is forgiven
spot/malarkey. They certainly won't countenance that/take that
lying down. Now I'm the designated stalker, or soon will be
'officially'; they can have a clueless, self-defeating free-for-all,
as useless, self-hating idiots will. It is a while admittedly since
I 'high five'd' them; they love that.
Curses, I guess I really will have to get out of towns
generally and into more 'peacefully' secluded communal
situations; my plan for about the past ten years. What was I
thinking? What did I think was going to happen here? That it
would all miraculously work itself out? This takes us into a
whole related area of the psychology involved in staying or
going, and their own hidden agenda centring around it. I've
been avoiding it because I have other ground, other subjects I
wanted to remark on; I'll come back to it, also as a matter of
literal necessity, there having been concurrent developments,
repercussions to this situation; all part of the grand scheme of
things in the AI myopic machine mind.
An addendum of sorts: I've long known that flying dreams
are symbolic of the drive towards self-transcendence.
Maslow's concepts of self actualiseras and self trancenders, a
Coercion Girl. Did shen think I'dbetrayed her, that I was trying
to shift the blame to her, before? Not so. It's a matterof 'baiting
the bear', 'pullihng the tiger by the tail', getitng them to expose
themselves and their nefarious, nar4cissitc ways, the fact that
they're tricksters and schemers, liars and psychopaths,
inverting andf manipulating situations and eventsto serrve
their disrtored purposes of deception. 'The ned justifiesthe
mneans only in the logic of deciet'. Ken Carey. Ihad no idea
what they might do, not do I now. But it either opnes her etyes
to them or it opnes my eyes to her, while she may still be
under the impression they've opened her eyes to me, or I have,
if inadvertantly. Oh what a tangled wev we weabe. Iand Iwas
forggetitng that it puts her in a 'benulous'legal position,
condidering she's thenone who made the complaint, but hey;'
Wahtever Isaywill be conveniently dismissed as deleusion,
ofmy 'notbeing right in the head' in any case. The standasrd
narcissitic op/mantra.Ya gorra larf. What did the lawyer say?
Yes, big surprise. And there we have it. I'm not this clever, or
'smart'; I'm the one that's on trial, or soon to be, having just
accpeted a setup and possible sentence by the skin of my teeth
as it is; it's intuitive; i don't know what the hell I'm doing; I'm
too impatient to methodically construct a book (Haste is of the
ego. ~ ACIM); I write until it's PKD short novel length. I can
stop soon as I'll need to if I want to get it online in a more
comprehensible, slightly improved form before the next few
weeks are out.
Before I forget, Dick as the writer in novel, is furuous at
the girl, Vivian Kaplan, who tried to set him up. She'll never
be basck he says, because she knows he'll murder her. I
wassurised he wrote that, though I can uinderstanfd hi9s
feelings. I don't think he meant it literally. Waht he doesgo on
to say is thatas a weuiter, and throiugh his wrting, the world
will never forget Vivian Kaplan. This is his revenge. Hemust
have meant it; the bovel wasn't even published in his lifetime,
and it's as well-written as any of the others. There's dialogue
Dick in his later years, and cleary they were in some ways,
such as the axxolades and rewards he received for his work, b
ut it becomes apparent through reading Valis again and Radio
Free Albemuth that the problems remain the same; they're
perennial. In psychological terms he had to deal with his
moods and depression, the diffulitesof interpersonal
realtionships, his insecurity and anxiety, his jeousises and
attachments, along with unwanted complication and the
infringment in his personal and professional life and carreerof
an increasing police state, along with simultaneously coming
to terms as best he could with his more numinous,
metaphysical experinces. It gave him lotsof scope for writing,
and I experience the same, and have done, if not in quite the
same way. The realisation also is that the respect and
recognition of of his peers didn't make a whole lot of
difference in his life in terms of how to cope with an
encroaching police state and getting some kind of working
perspective on his more unusual experiences. Some, if not
most of them believed he was losing the plot, was already
'possibly loony', just to paraphrase one, though I forget who.
They just didn't seem to have the insight or sympathetic
temperament in the sense of being open to similar or related
experiences.
And that's boring. It's disappointing and somewhat
mediocre. I still find myself picturing PKD stumbling on
ACIM during his own lifetime (Ken Carey's Starseed
Transmissions seem to have been published the same year he
died, in 1982, though they were channelled in 1979 I think.
My mystical/revelation experience was in 1982, when I was
23). CW couldn't relate the potential significance of ACIM to
PKD, as he could have in his account of him in Beyond The
Occult if he'd chosen to, and more so in his essay Was Philip
K. Dick Possessed By An Angel? Included in one of his
encyclopedias on the paranormal. Again he preferred to
interpret Dick's experience in terms of spirits as described by
of white girls by these men is still going on. Some, I know, have had to
wait months before they're even asked to give a statement [to the police].
It's shockingly bad still."
In light of the scandalous failings of South Yorkshire Police (SYP) to
tackle child sexual exploitation the Government sent in the National Crime
Agency (NCA) to oversee the inquiry.
The investigation called Operation Stovewood is currently probing
more than 7,000 lines of inquiry.
But Ellie said: "What have the National Crime Agency been doing for the
last 18 months with their 10million? No arrests yet? We're feeling
desperate and disheartened."
Another girl, going under the pseudonym Lizzie, said: "I know a few girls
who have come forward recently and been told they are being racist and I
know a lot that won't come forward and to be fair I can't blame them.
Nothing has changed, not in the slightest. It's still the same scale as
before."
...
Lizzie's was one of a number of testimonies Express.co.uk heard detailing
how abuse is going on in plain sight, with victims, campaigners and
neighbours all able to direct this website to the areas where the grooming
gangs operate freely in the terraced streets.
She added: "It doesn't shock me anymore because I'm used to hearing it.
You hear it on a daily basis, about new girls on a daily basis.
"All you can do really is help them, and I wouldn't advise people to go to
the police because they don't do anything. I'd rather take it into my own
hands."
A third victim said: "It's just as bad as it was before because they just don't
care - they don't want to tackle it.
In shocking testimony the father of one girl who was raped by the criminal
gangs told how packs of young Kashmiri men linked to her abuser still
turn up outside his home to intimidate the family.
One of the ways the grooming gangs were able to get away with their
crimes for so long was due to a coordinated campaign of witness
intimidation, which made the girls and their families too scared to speak
out.
Recalling a series of incidents which took place in March this year, he
said: "Every night for 13 nights out of 14 between midnight and 1am we
had people coming and knocking on the door saying it was takeaways. We
don't really eat takeaways, and when we looked through the spy hole they
had no food and you could see a car full of Asians.
"We had my granddaughter for the day nine weeks ago and we took the
dog for a walk. On the way back I noticed two BMWs full of Asians.
We were going past and we heard them saying something, but we just
ignored it. We got across the road and all of a sudden we started hearing
this abuse 'you white bastards, don't think your daughter is safe', things of
that nature.
"There was no one else in the street so it was obviously aimed at us. The
next moment this big Pakistani guy with a shaven head - he was wearing
some sort of robes - put his arm out of the car window and he was waving
a tin of lighter fuel shouting 'we will see, we will see'.
He added: "These groomers, these paedophiles are still running this town
and the police are still doing what they were doing back in the day nothing. Children in this town are at risk now and it's appalling.
His comments were echoed by a former social worker who helps victims
of abuse. They agreed grooming is still happening on an industrial scale
and said new girls are still coming forward every week with harrowing
tales.
They said: "We've seen slight improvements - and I emphasise the word
slight - but I don't think they've come fast enough and I sometimes have to
question if we've got to a stage where if we don't hear too much about it
it's going to go away.
n many instances the abuse is so open that neighbours in the town are
aware it is going on.
But they say they feel powerless to act because of police indifference and
the vice-like grip the criminal grooming gangs have achieved.
A concerned resident told Express.co.uk he regularly saw cars full of
abusers kerb crawling in the area around his home, adding it is an open
secret taxi drivers still target local schools at home time in the hope of
picking up young girls.
The man - a former university lecturer said he was furious grooming is
still going on so openly despite the public outcry.
He said: "It's not stopped and I'm furious about it. It's rampant and it's very,
very wrong.
"I've seen the young men and they are like dogs on heat outside the house,
they won't go away. They are outside a white girl's house, the kid is
screaming in the kitchen, the men want to get in and screw her but the
police aren't interested.
Victims and their families say they still feel ignored and marginalised.
Police and the council say they are working hard to improve the situation
And one local source told this website: "Child sexual exploitation (CSE) is
definitely still going on. There's a segment of the Rotherham population
that still believes itself to be above the law, and all of those people expect
to be found not guilty if they end up before the courts."
Rotherham MP Sarah Champion said abuse is still going on in the town
and that she still gets new girls coming to her on a regular basis, although
the numbers have dropped off.
She said: These are new cases, these are ongoing cases, these are live
cases. What Im seeing is theres a lot people coming forward with peer on
peer abuse and its not so much the older Pakistani man that Im hearing as
a perpetrator.
We shouldnt accept its an inevitability. Weve got young people growing
up not knowing what consent is, so Im not surprised the age range is
starting to drop.
Lawyer David Greenwood from Switalskis solicitors, who has represented
dozens of girls abused by Rotherhams grooming gangs, said there are now
six splinter groups of paedophiles operating in the town.
He added: I strongly feel this is happening today in many towns across
the country. Youll be able to find parents who are complaining to the
police and not being taken seriously, and who are suffering the frustrations
that the parents were suffering in Rotherham 15 years ago.
Some police forces are good at dealing with missing persons and some
not so good. Some forces arent good at teaming up missing persons
reports with this kind of suspicious grooming activity.
Campaigner Anne Marie Waters, who carried out her own investigation
into the Rotherham sex attacks, said the child grooming business is as
booming as ever, adding victims who felt let down by the police and social
services are "too scared" to speak out.
She said: "Everyone I spoke to agreed on the fact that it's still going on
whether it was child abuse victims, police, councillors - nothing has
changed.
Official data from South Yorkshire Police shows the force has recorded
161 offences of CSE in Rotherham since April last year alone.
In the same period they have charged 40 people with child sex offences,
and the court system. They have the key to it all, the insight,
the True Empathy and compassion, not you. They're the true
Romantics, the poets, the visionaries, 'the stuff that dreams are
made on'. Through them, you'll attain the truly heroic, the
luminously sane, the keys to happiness and heaven. Through
them, and their self/ego-serving venality, tricks, games and
distortion, you'll find your way home.
Don't hold your breath.
I'd get out of town if I was you, otherwise you might get a
bullet in the back, PKD was told, by a 'cop'. Maybe they
hated him because one of them actually read his short story,
Minority Report and knew he was already on to them, and
their goal of global control, years ahead of his time. The story
was published in 1956. CW came to fame in '56 as one of the
'angry young men', an media invention at the time of The
Outsider, centring on UK dramatist John Osborn's play Look
Back In Anger. It's visionless tedium.
There were Dick's later novels, Flow My Tears, The
Policeman Said, and Through A Scanner Darkly. Maybe they
thought he was taking the piss. That portraying he and them as
virtually projections of each other was too close for comfort.
He's writing an 8000 page Exegeses in his spare time after
publishing 40 novels and hundreds of short stories and the
mediocrities want him dead. They seem to have succeeded. He
was only on the cusp of reaping the true financial rewards, or
the beginning of them, after Ridley Scott made Blade Runner,
based on his his novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
The theme of the movie is basically police/'authorities' as
executioners. In the 'geek debate' as to whether Dekard is an
android or not he is but it's fiction everybody seems to
human freedom
By Jon Rappoport
Planned Parenthood wielding new hammer against free
speech.
This one is big. It adds to Californias growing reputation as
Police State Central.
First we had SB 277, which forced vaccinations on school
children. Now we have Assembly Bill 1671, which would make it
a crime for journalists to post and report on certain undercover
videos, even though they didnt make the videos.
Thats right. In California, such videos are already illegal,
because they dont have permission of all parties to be
recorded. But if Bill 1671 passes, reporters who are sent those
videos, or find them, couldnt post them and write stories about
them. Mainstream, alternative, freelance reportersit wouldnt
matter.
And from:
A World of Stalking Fools: Strange Tales of Homeland
Security and the Future of Mass Surveillance (Part
Two: Total Deniability)
How was this accomplished? The answer is so obvious one
wonders why it took so long for the Cryptocratic Bad Brains
to implement it on a mass scale: Make sure these
violations of the law are not committed by any current
member of a police organization or intelligence agency.
The field workinvolving active harassment, spying,
psychological warfare, and physical torture from a distance
is farmed out to eager civilians, some of whom may not
even be paid for the privilege of stalking their fellow
citizens. In fact, theres some evidence to suggest that
many of these civilians actually pay others in order to be
trained in these techniques.
Since my book Chameleo was published, specific
information has come to the fore about who these
gangstalkers really are. Official police organizations and
intelligence agencies are forbidden from tormenting people
they suspect are guilty. In our glorious post-9/11 society,
these watchdogs of ethical purity have conjured up a rather
circuitous route by which to enact their vengeance against
those who they believe are rotting away at the moral
structure of modern society. They use civilian organizations
those that have been founded by former members of the
law enforcement and/or intelligence communitiesto
attack these suspicious types by proxy. According to a
very well-respected Constitutional lawyer (whose identity
must remain anonymous for the time being), one such
And for those of you who think, Gee whiz, maybe its a
good thing that these spooks are watching all these
scumbags 24/7. Thats exactly what this country needs
good old-fashioned brute justice, not more red tape.
Perhaps that attitude would be correct except for the fact
that the scumbags (i.e., terrorists, rapists, pedophiles,
conmen, and criminals of all sorts) arent the ones being
scrutinized. For the most part, in fact, the ones in charge
are the very same scumbags listed above. As I said
before, many of the perps involved in gangstalking are
being blackmailed into performing these acts. Those most
open to blackmail are those who are already engaging in
criminal behavior. So now we have a situation in which
criminals are being funded by the United States black
budget to monitor innocent civilians being accused of
terrorism by far rightwing spooks with over two thousand
years of Christian righteousness fueling the religious war of
purification waging quietly and covertly in their disordered
brains.
you were four years ago? At the time the question was a
resounding, Yes! Ever since then, savvy politicians have
used variations on the same question to win votes from the
American people. But the one question that no politician
will ever ask the American people is as follows: Do you
feel more free than you did four years ago?
their hired henchman and lackeys, and councils and courts and
the rest who were the criminals, the robbers, the traffickers?
What becomes obvious is that most people can't or refuse to
think independently. They can't countenance even the
possibility that the authorities could be so deeply,
fundamentally corrupt, literally insane because they identify
with them, seeing themselves as part and parcel of everything
they believe is their top protect them. They'll willingly support
the covert tyranny. Most will even when they know it's
corrupt. It's surely safer to side with the bully, those with the
power, the laws, the guns, the prisons, the courts. I can hardly
blame them ion a way. It all comes down to the body and the
fear of pain, along with the fear of psychological and
emotional pain, through isolation. I've no doubt it's true that
this system does target our most basic needs in terms of
Maslow's hierarchy of needs, as described in his Motivation
and personality, published in 1954. I read it when I was 24 in
'84, influence by Colin Wilson's New Pathways in Psychology.
Most people have little concern with the 'creative' level of
what he calls 'self-actualisers'; they're reasonably certain to go
along with whatever makes them feel safe and secure, and if
that means convenient scapegoats for an insidiously,
diabolical, life-negating, self-defeating agenda, who cares?
You only live once and life is meaningless. Don't rock the
boat, don't examine anything too closely, unless of course,
you're one of them and and the goal is to project what believe
is within you and refuse to look upon; one's own guilt.
Maslow also discuss what he terms 'self-transcenders',
saying these are rarer than self-actualisers. They tend to be the
ones who have mystical experiences, and feel a profound
connection with humanity overall. Ken Wapnick has remarked
on the latter, saying that the seeming victimiser is as deserving
of compassion as the victim. The ego thought system is based
on the belief in differences, winners and losers, victims and
victimisers. The unconscious belief in separation and the fear
till recently, when I told him he'll be hearing from me. I felt it
was about time we made an email connection. The thing I've
long noticed about these system people is that that though the
email aspect is their choice of demonising me in this instance
at least, they tend to steer clear of it themselves, behaving as if
the internet didn't otherwise exist, preferring 'snail mail' as if
we all lived in the 19th century or pre-Internet/electronic
communication. The reason seems obvious. Letters, basically
notes in his case, can't be passed on in the same way email
messages can, and as they did themselves in this situation.
Letters can be lost, destroyed, mislaid and generally wiped
from memory and history. There's also no obvious need to
reply if no one else sees it anyway, or ever will. Who would
know either way?. Not so with email, as they know. If
anything, I should be making him well aware I'm cognisant of
the scam, set up and purpose behind it; that it's collusion in
covert murder. But the article makes that abundantly clear in
any case without my having to spell it out.
United States of PsyOps: Call Them Paranoid. Call Them Delusional.
Posted on June 14, 2016 | 5 Comments
by Ramola D/The Everyday Concerned Citizen/Posted June 13, 2016
Increasing numbers of highly credible and educated individuals, both in
the US and globally, have been coming forward to report electronic
harassmentphysically measurable assaults on their bodies and brains
with remote-controlled radiation weapons or directed-energy weapons,
covertly-installed RFID and Bio-MEM implants, as well as
COINTELPRO-style organized stalking and mobbing in their
neighborhoods and communities.
Scientists have stepped in to validate these reports, including an Artificial
Intelligence (AI) and Cybernetics expert, Dr. Robert Duncan, who reports
There are low-flying Electronic Warfare planes continually flying into and
circling certain neighborhoods.
There are hundreds of mind-control technology patents and DARPA braincontrol research projects.
There are Memos of Understanding permitting DOJ and DOD to work
together to develop classified non-lethal weapons for use in communities.
There are 30,000 drones in domestic use by various agencies and Law
Enforcement.
There are 1033 programs permitting the handdown of military equipment
to local Law Enforcement.
In 2015 alone, nearly 9500 National Security Letters and 1500 FISA
Court Surveillance orders were taken out on supposed terrorists and spies
in our midst.
There are civilian watch and Infragard units working with Fusion Centers
to help in community policing and surveillance, to assist in the 24/7
Electronic Surveillance of these suspected terrorists and spies.
There are neighborhoods being trained by the CIA and DIA working with
the FBI and the DHS in Community Based Participatory Research to help
with DARPA Neuro and Behavior Modification projects.
There are joint Defense projects with Universities which use human
subjects without Informed Consent.
There are NSA programs of Signals Intelligence, Radiation Intelligence,
Measurement and Acquisition of Signals IntelligenceSIGINT, RINT,
MASINT mentioned in John St. Clair Akwei, an ex-NSA employees
lawsuit, showing research on Electromagnetic Brain Signatures and culling
brainwaves.
There are surveillance planes linked with the FBI and the National
Reconnaissance Office circling neighborhoods at night.
Theres a whistleblower, Karen Stewart, from the NSA speaking out about
NSA, FBI, and US Naval Security using directed-energy weapons to
electronically harass and torture her. Theres a young Naval officer, David
Voigts, walking across the country to raise awareness about illegal human
neuro-experimentation and weapons testing he learned about while in the
Navy.
Theres a doctor, Dr. John Hall, writing books on Satellite Terrorism, about
MK ULTRA, histories of ELF technologies, and patents which prove
remote influencing of the brain, transmittal of voices in the head, and
more. There are books, videos, articles, groups online documenting their
experiences. Theres a writer, Rosanne Schneider, whos collected research
on technologies, patents, articles on Torture, Experimentation, and
Surveillance.
Theres Aaron Alexis, the US Navy Yard shooter, who complained of ELF
harassment before he went on his shooting spree. Theres Myron May, ex
District Attorney, the FSU shooter, who said he was stalked, harassed, and
heard voices.
Theres an international group of scientists and investigators setting up an
annual Covert Harassment conference. Theres the Richmond County
Council which recently voted to outlaw the use of space weapons on
residents. Theres a civil engineer in California, Massie Munroe, running
for US Senate, whose stated platform priorities include ending Electronic
Harassment. Theres John McAfee, a Presidential candidate, gearing to
build a firewall for the mind.
Theres several who have opened lawsuits and documented removal of
radio-frequency emitting implants from their bodies. There are SCADA,
and RFID detection, and toxicology tests that can prove these people are
filled up with RFID implants, and microtechnology or nanotechnology
transceivers. There are spectral analyzers which can detect and record
directive frequencies in their homes. This is physical evidence.
Forget the evidencedo you Not see were in dire straits here, close to
being outed?
Fall back on the usual MO. Go straight to mental health. Call their
credibility into question. Question what they say.
Say no-one can believe them. Say theyre in a self-created bubble. Say
they foster each others delusions.
Never mind their degrees. Roll them all in. Interview a few of them. Take
down what they say.
Its all about language. Its all about tone. Its all about voice. They say
and They believe and They think will do the trick. Quote them out of
context, ignore what they say, or leave them out altogether.
Dont mention credentials, background, qualifications.
Dont mention physical evidence.
Weve set up the crazy sites for you to link to. Weve made the crazy
videos, posted the crazy text.
Paint them all as psychotic. Call them paranoid. Call them delusional.
There are psychologists and psychiatrists stepping forward to urge scrutiny
of mental health diagnoses among those reporting non-consensual
experimentation in light of all these patents, technologies, scientists,
whistleblowers, evidence of experimentation. There are hundreds of
testimonials online.
There are records of their testifying at the Presidential Bioethics
Commission and the Secretarys Advisory Committee on Human Research
Protections meetings.
There are articles coming out. There are doctors and human rights groups
researching online. There are bloggers, indie reporters, alternative media
writing about military neuro-experimentation.
There are ex-FBI officers posting affidavits and videos about organized
FBI/CIA stalkingTed Gunderson, Geral Sosbee. Theres an ex-FBI
agent, Mike German, who speaks of unwarranted investigation,
corruption: get ready for Psych Evaluations, get ready for Surveillance, get
ready for Targeting.
Start reporting the truth, this whole house of cards is gonna come tumbling
down.
But this is a bombshell of a story. This is a modern-day holocaust. People
living among us are being experimented on in covert, classified projects,
without Informed Consent. Theyre being irradiated. Theyre being
lasered, masered, tasered. Theyre being talked to inside their heads.
Theyre being electronically raped. Theyre being microwaved. Theyre
being covertly implanted. Their organs and nerves are being assaulted with
directed-energy weapons, Remote Neural Monitoring technologies,
Clandestine Tagging, Tracking, and Locating technologies. Theyre being
surveilled, stalked, harassed, defamed, slandered in public. Theyre being
tortured 24/7. Theyre being sleep-deprived. Theyre being physically,
mentally, and psychologically abused.
These are
crimes. This is barbarity. This is a violation of human rights. This is
Unconstitutional. This is intrusive of privacy, human sovereignty. This
runs counter to the Nuremberg Code, the Geneva Conventions. These are
worse than war crimes. These are crimes against humanity. No civil
society is going to accept this nonstop torture of citizens in their midst.
Heads are gonna roll. Heads of the Military, Justice, the Intel agencies, the
UN. DEWs that are named Non-Lethal Weapons are going to be exposed
as barbaric. Electronic Warfare is going to be exposed as violently invasive
and inhumane. Classified Research without Informed Consent is going to
be outlawed for good.
Now you see what were up against. People dont like to hear about these
things without getting all fired up about it. How are we gonna keep
experimenting?
We believe these experiments are never gonna stop. Were unstoppable.
Were the Crown Princes of PsyOps. Full-spectrum domination isnt gonna
end till weve got the human mind dominated.
Better to keep them in the dark, shut this down the right way, the only way
again and again. As someone once said, they hate that. Which
is funny, but I don't think they've quite grased the true
principle behind it, though I well understand where
they'recoming from in the face of this relentless, virtually
demonic triviality/sociopathy and need for one-upmanship;
they behave as iof their life dependedon it, and in a sense, tat's
true, when the projection of guilt is as vital to them as
breathing. Gangstalking judges (previously), lawyers,
reporters? And cops. Are you getting the picture? It's a cult.
They're insane. Utterly deluded, hoodwinked by the seeming
realityof the ego woprld they believe to be outside themselves,
as we all do. Theyjust take it to a whole other level; of
madness. They'renot what they see,. It's a deeply sinister
business. It's mindblowing. It's They Live and The Matrix and
The Game and The Truman Show and Predator and Stephen
King's The Tommyknockers all rolled into one. It's The Outer
Limits x 1000, The Twilight Zone of twilight zones. Read
chaptersfiveasnd six of Icke's Phantom Self as I'v
memetioned. Better still, read the whole thing,to see how it all
interlinks.
It's patentyl obvious the Fortean Times, this months issue
September, in their silly, facile intellectualism don't have a
clue. The world is going iot hell in a handbasket, targets are
being driven to distraction, hoelesnessand and suicide per the
plan, pychopatths recruited as cops are murdering blacks and
others willynilly becassue they know they can get away with it
and the writer for Conspirary Corner is coming up with pithy,
Wilsonian epithets for the gangstalking 'delusion', relegating it
to just another manifestion of the 'Fortean' kind, a collective
madness, similar the phenomenon of sleep paralyses as he puts
it, becomijng a vast galactic conspirary of alien abduction.
Take the latter example alone: There have been witnessess
to alien absuction including two policemen Witness by Bud
Hopkins, as described in Colin Wilson's Alian Dawn, one of+
their most 'Fortean' authors in his preoccuaption with longterm
that reason. The Idiot Chief of Police, along with his Insane
Clown Posse, is out to get the Batman, their 'true saviour'
vigilante. 'Targeted individuals' in the current situation are
portrayed as the Peter Kurtens', the 'sexual maniac' played by
Peter Lorrie in Fritz Lang's M, in 1931, reelied by police and
the criminal underworld alike. What most people forghet or
asre blissfully unaware of when watching Minority Report or
Blade Runner is that Dick was reviled and targeted by the
police and the forces behind the Cointelpro-like program at the
time. It all converged into a seemingly very strange and
'unlikely' scenario, as it has for some now, and probably
contributed to his early death. He could've written for another
30 years or so like Colin Wilson. Hemmingway was targeted
by the FBI in his later years through Cointelpro stalking and
harassment on every level, as described in an article on
Sott.net. 'It's hell' he said. The bottom line with thesee pople
isn't 'justice'. Their fear is of the very existence of Maslow's
self-actualisers and trancenders, and of the world coming to
know of their existence and true motivation, both hidden, and
on display in plain sight in their increasingly overt public
satanic rituals, politicians included.
When I listen to the galactics, sometimes I feel as if they're
using me as a blueprint of sorts for some aspects of their
messages. Hey, if not us, who then?
What the Hell? Satan worship on rise in America
Iben Thranholm
Iben Thranholm examines political and social events with focus on
their religious aspects, significance and moral implications. She is
one of Denmarks most widely read columnists on such matters.
Thranholm is a former editor and radio host at the Danish
Broadcasting Corporation (DR), at which she created a religious
news program that set a new standard for religious analysis in the
newsroom. She has traveled extensively in the Middle East, Italy,
the United States and Russia to carry out research and interviews.
She has been awarded for her investigative research into Danish
media coverage of religious issues.
Rebecca Cook
Rebecca Cook / Reuters
Ding said up to 1.5 million people have been killed since Zemins
campaign began in 1999, and tens of thousands are killed each
year for their organs that are trafficked on the black market.
Most are young people, Falun Gong practitioner Paula Liu recently
said on tour in Winnipeg.
Most people think the younger the donor, the better the organs
quality, so youth organs bring a higher price.
of 'community service'; by 'non-creatives', ego/Archonmotivated parasites, imposters; that I've to do work with no
pay for however many hours it may be. This takes time away
from writing and exposing the scam it is, the global hidden
holocaust it is; not to mention my talent lies as much in art,
specifically painting,indicating some of that time would be far
better served in fdoing just that, which I do in any case. They
don't give a toss about it; I've lost lots of 'jpegs' of paintings I
need for prints/'posterity', many of the paintings long sold. The
same goes for the hundreds of pages of writing I won't be
seeing again. For all their pretentious to culture, their
'nurturing' of 'art and literature; they care about that as much
as they care about the 'patsy' and every other useful idiot
they're supposedly protecting, no doubt 'for the good of the
city' in reality, Agenda 21 and the intended global New
World Order, a world of serfdom, masters and slaves, the
hunters and hunted, the new Hunger Games, and a limitless
supply of whatever they choose and for what; we'll all be
farmed, as the Chinese communists farm the Falun Gong for
organs, as the social services farm kids for sacrifice and abuse.
Needless to say much of my writing was about this, as well as
observations and speculations on the current, ever-ongoing
gangstalking situation increasingly so of late, as other targets
are experiencing too, it seems along with this global
surveillance, infiltration and ubiquitous stalking system's
apparent inability to affect the often overt sex trafficking
networks operating in a town near you if not your own. It's a
confidence trick. They're there to deny it goes on while they're
part of it, until it can be denied no longer. It's just a matter of
degree. In the meantime they have their system scientists and
psychiatrist sand cultural commentators such as the 'rational'
Fortean Times to dismiss the more 'extreme' aspects such as
satanic ritual abuse and sacrifice as pure delusion, an urban
myth, an aberration, or malicious lies the same people that
dismiss gangstalking as a delusion, a mental illness that has
bikes, vehicles, crutches and the rest. I say that because I'm
pretty sure not all are disabled. The rest are clearly instructed
or/and coerced. This is what you have to look forward to in the
hands of the death worshippers, the satanic straights and
psychopaths and their nice, neat haircuts and crisp
uniforms/work togs... and the rest. A never-ending cycle of
projection. If the goal is murder, motived by unconscious guilt
it's almost beside the point that they're duped and used by the
powers that believe they be in the form of local bureaucrats
and narcissist cops. Government and other authority figures
are their substitutes for God. Narcissists identify with symbols
of power, which is why you have self-deluding celerities
identifying with psychopaths like Hillary- or Killary, as some
call her. Trump isn't a rational option either. It's an illusion of
choice. They're not both working for the Hidden Hand? Some
celebs seem to be disingenuous psychopaths themselves; it
follows when they take their lead from psychopathic authority
figures there in place of the God they're so unconsciously in
fear of. As in the case of comedians, most profess to be atheist
or agnostic. Even the best of them like Woody Allen identify
with and back bigots such as Dawkins because they've no
true insight into themselves and what motivates that choice.
As if Dawkins does. Deborah Dupre who wrote the above
article on the atrocities of the Chinese government against the
Falun Gong is pro-Hillary; It isn't impartial; there's a
politically motivated 'agenda', if an understandable one, but
championing a psychopathic war-monger is unlikely to
improve on anything on any terms. China along with Russia
has long been in the neocons sights. The sheer blood-curdling
extreme of the situation only serves to render any observation
on this, 'null and void'. It isn't 'worse than the Nazis' at all. It's
all atrocious. The Ukrainians during WW11 were later
described as worse than the Nazis. There's only so many
things you can do with a person's body, and they, the Nazis,
ran the gamut in their experiments in camps, and the things the
doing what the car in front did was because it was chasing it.
So who's culpable? I read a couple of accounts. A
passerby/witness or two were happy, no doubt downright
eager to direct the 'police' to where the 23 year old had raninto a garden. None of the reporters ask why it was so allimportant the police absolutely had to get their man, no matter
what. Had he killed someone? He has now, a catastrophe for
all concerned, except the lawmakers. Robbed a bank/ster?
People are sent to jail for traffic violations, not paying for car
insurance or whatever. That might be worth avoiding, a clear
miscalculation in this instance. The cops make sure of that.
They come up smelling like a rose when they're the instigators
of it, extended through the courts. It's an extension of
projection and murder. For some people, they, the powers that
seem to be, can do no wrong it seems; the media simply play
along with it, never asking the obvious. Laws have to be
adhered to however insane, the books balanced, infractions
dealt with severely; they can never be seen to be soft on crime,
vehicle crimes for there's big money in that, it all adds up
especially in the case of low-level nobodies; it's only
'nobodies' that end up needlessly killed by their 'own' anyway,
while the rest are so complaisant they don't realise how they're
so obviously duped, the 'caring' and deeply 'shocked' media
right there to collude in reinforcing who the bad guy is, just in
case you missed it, or start thinking for yourself. And to blame
him is simply so much easier. The car-was stolen. You're
goddamn right he should be caught/apprehended. The police
and the rest there to equalise the situation. Accidents happen.
It was unavoidable. The young man should have given himself
up, right? The System doesn't let things go or pass it by; we all
know that. It's the way of the world. 'Death and taxes'.
Alternatively, it's sex and death, as Woody Allen put at the
end of Sleeper. That might explain their own preoccupation
with it along with the need to dwell on and project it, in the
belief it absolves them of guilt when it's little more than a
there for what corners etc. there are, syncing with each other
as joggers, on bikes, kids too, and with their ubiquitous dogs
of course. Anticipating yet another contrived synch, and only
shortly after, in a quiet spot, someone, a woman, came running
out from between graves on a slope to coincide with a bloke
coming to meet her her a few yards ahead of me, by pure
chance of course; I'd sat down on a bench. If I'd kept waking,
we would've converged together, by chance, in the 'middle of
nowhere'. Clearly, they're not intimidated by me in the least;
there are always others around in the vicinity. It's based on
past responses too. I'm more inclined to ignoring it, or sarcasm
at worst. Either way, they want a response; northing more
satisfying to the sneaky aggressor than feeling they made an
indirect emotional impact. Ya gotta love these facile, selfdeceiving fools.
I found a fantastically peaceful spot after making my way
uphill. A large secluded canopy of sorts, the sunlight partially
blocked by trees all around. It wasn't long before the dog
walkers appeared in semi-regular intervals. As one approached
from the right and in front of me, down the hill by some
metres, a small plane approached from the left and out of sight
behind the trees, it's appearance and the sound of its engine
coinciding as he, the dog-walking gangstalking troll came
parallel with me. This is what's going on; the tip of the
niceberg as I've said. Simply a matter of catching it on video,
as before in other instances, but I wasn't prepared; as much a
matter of finances at the time.
Almost forgot: Shortly after the appearance of the jogger
stalker, I'd noticed there were labels of some kind on some
graves. I've forgotten what they were for. That's what comes of
not writing about this at the time. Out of all the graves that
were there, literally thousands, the one I climbed up the slope
to look at was the grave of an Anna, just off a main path. This
was some months back. I was so struck by this that when
someone tweeted a photo of an ancient grave with the name
Anna, I 'RTd' it. If she ever looked in, she must wonder what
I'm up to. I'm not sure myself sometimes. Shit happens. I'm
just the messenger. Of death? No, my most important tweets,
of articles, videos, centre or focus on death as an illusion. I'm
also aware of some synchronistic aspect I can't put my finger
on at the time due to the fast it is synchronistic. As for Anna,
5, walking out into a car, it's possible she was distracted.
Consider the possibility of a plane above, drowning out the
sound of a vehicle; or even some covert mind control/remote
influence aspect. Why? It's gaslighting/guilt-byassociation/paranoia par excellence. They're a death cult. They
have no scruples. They stop at nothing. Certainly her
namesake will have noticed it. And/or her D. The purpose
could be as much to 'freak out'/unnerve and destabilise her to
make her more open to persuasion, manipulation, coercion.
And to associate me with negative events. It can also more
than implies she could be next, at any time they choose. They
do so love their mind/power and control/fear and alarm games
and experimentation. The trolls that surround her, not least
library security, will have been well aware of the date, as will
anyone 'close' or close to her; friends, colleagues, 'former'
participants in the multi-stalking. They have an investment in
the outcome. I almost exposed the lot of them. I still see her as
'neutral', but trapped in their control-matrix of 'You're either
for us or against us', victims and victimisers mindset. An
'impartial' stance isn't permitted. All the more so if there's any
suspicion of mutual sympathy, even compassion.
There's also the potential psychic reverberations on
another level, as I touched on earlier. Everything is symbolic
with them; events take place in the mind first, before being
played out on the screen of the world,which, however dire the
consequences can be, is still merely a projection. As the course
says, nothing destructive ever was or will be. The ego-mind
and its manifestations of the Dark Cabal, Illuminati, Archon
dimension see it as an ongoing battle for supremacy of the
Richard Wiseman
The shredder truck
Equilibrium
Velocity Girl.
Joe orton
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Add ET 101 section and arycle on gs/
Carry on with the desrpition of the atteaction between
you.
And your 'fresh' respnse to her stalking.
Perth rd
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+I knew it was a bad sign when
Dear Mr M.
Phone, letters/'snailmail...?' How come it's never email? I've mislaid
or lost my mobile and don't have a landmine. Or much money.
Just to cut to the chase, I don't see where 'damage limitation' comes in
when anything I say will be definitely used against me, specifically a
guilty plea to supposed stalking, which the local media trolls will
further distort as incitement to murder; I've caught some of the cases
by chance. Clearly there are legitimate stalking cases, but this is
mainly entrapment, criminalising what needn't be criminalised. You've
stick to the gaslighting script of 'not right in the head', regardless of
how transparent it is and the intention behind it. 'The end justifies the
means only in the logic of deceit', as Ken Carey wrote back in 1990.
In effect, you're telling me a guilty plea will taken as self-confessed
confirmation of that gaslighting and distortion as well as an admission
of criminality; It's a criminal charge after all. As you said yourself on
the phone, months back, it's quite serious, telling me it's a stalking
charge; not that they said as such during it, or since, in your case, but
the wording in the wording of the short court 'report' in the Evening
Telegraph made it perfectly obvious what the intention is behind it.
It's a one-sided farce. Surprise. How convenient that the emails to her
went into a folder and were only discovered until it was decided I'd
dug a hole for myself, rather then simply being blocked well
beforehand. I guess that covers why no one ever mentioned it when I
'also frequented her place of work', as the local 'media' put it. It's a
library. And clearly a case of tarring whatever they can with the same
brush, based on a conviction, a virtual certainly from the outset, that
being the intention. I seriously doubt entering a guilty plea will be
doing myself any favours; more like a favour to trolling cops in
Hotmail and social media, gaslighting there, until they have the
outcome they want. I'd written about it, even caught some of iton
video. These were taken. Presumably the ide was also to invert the
situation to accuse me of stalking multiple others. As I said, it's odd
that number happened to be 13, the total of the (Fibonacci) numbers
of my Twitter name RobertKH238. The videos were evidence of
possible stalking by multiple participants, now taken and 'disappeared'
as is happening to people across the country and world. For all I
probably why I held on to them for so long rather than upload them.
I'd likely have deleted them later. Some things one only sees more
clearly in retrospect.
The goal is clearly to divide and rule- to demonise, discredit,
demoralise and destroy. I think they make a pretty good job of that
themselves, and the idea is also to be seen to be leaving under a cloud
of guilt and suspicion, so the same sorry stupidity can carry on. These
people never stop, they're stuck in a loop of unconscious guilt and
projection of their own. It's the attempted triumph of cleverness over
intelligence. In short, they'll trip themselves up, and collapse under
their own dead weight. Hopelessly dissociated, they've no insight into
themselves, nor are they the least interested in it. They're a liability to
themselves and everyone else. It's a confidence trick, a scam. You can
take your part in it as you choose, but don't forget to put your name to
it.
Sincerely Yours
RobertKH
There was even the lovbely Gteta Sacchi as the wellmeaning,bespectacledtherapist. Speaking ofwhich,
glqassesall over the place. It's a bespectacled psyOp
frenzy, inclusdung a plethoraof black, red, even in
combination with the glasses. I was at the art shopon the
Perth Road and they, aling with others are getting in my
way, virtually grining in my face. Waht alark it is to them.
Let's gaslight the crazy guy. The copntrast is their vavous
clowns on the street level literally, with therersudden
apppearnces at coerners, timing it to be there, qanywhere,
woth bikes, skateboards etc., endless twerps asking for
disrections or which bus goeswhere, or asking if Ismoke,
every trivial variation thereoff... and the ability to write
bout it as a whole, get it onto wsome kind of perspective.
Clearly, articles help, thouygh there's books too. Lots of
them now. That this uttertrivialility with a lethal intent
stretches right up and into the court system makes it clear
to me it's fake from top to bottom;It'soff the
ego'sfalseautonomy. But Isuppose I already knew that.
The more I go out, asmuch a matter of necesity right now,
the more pot5ential developments there are, the more to
explain;or no, as the case may be. Ican I gnore the latest
well-meaning assumption of friendship. When someone
approaches meout of the blue I invariably find there'smore
to it than meets the eye. Itmight priove useful under the
circustences but it bwecomes part of the liability. I'llkep it
vague. There's no sense in telegraphing my thoughts and
any plans, options thatcome to mind. That's how it is.
Either that or I write a year or two after events. Add the
time it takes for getting published for a 'standard; writer
and material, and writing can be quite out of date. Somne
information and knowledge is timeless of course;
perennial. This ain't it; it hqas its moments.
marry machines with humans, while efforts like Bill Gates' vaccine
project, presented as saving lives, apparently aims to depopulate
through what amounts to 21st century eugenics. With this trend, a
plan to reprogram humanity to become just a cog in a wheel seems to
have reached a new stage.
Jesus existed seriously, along with his and our true nature
and destiny as Christ, inseperableform God in reality.
PKD was mistaken in bothn his interpreation of the
second coming as well as AI, in curtrent terms, if
remarkably prescient in that the former synchronised with
predictions for 2012. Hedid read RAW's Cosmic Trigger.
Maybe he just chosenot to mention it in terms of 2012. He
wasasprescient about the Archon virus qand its infiltration
of the universe and humaanity,wioth terming it as such,as
far as I know; I have RFA in mind. Wahtn these scenarios
demonrtrate is just how easy it is to come to see oneself as
thebeing at the centreof a vast consmic conspircy,which
isn't t say ther isn't one; As Wapnick said, the whoe
unverse is a cosmic conspirary of the ego. Because it's a
projection of the mind. The pobem is when you come to
seeyourselfas having a central place in The Second
Coming itself. If anyone was a potential candiate for
asuch a misunderstaing, it would have to be Ken Carey, if
inderstandably, yet, he was rational to the end, and lijkely
still is. Some people believe 2012/the second
coming/ascension did take place. In thatcase, why are the
galactics still discussing our future 'Ascension'? A shift
form 3D to 5D consciouness. You think the second ciming
would be event enough. Howcan ascension be coming
soon? Either it's bs or it already happened. Also,
it'sacollective event. There's no personal expeiencesof the
second coming, as Carey's channellings/sources describe.
It is what it is, and it's qall-encompassing, thiough it isn't
the end of the process. Carey's book,Vision describedit in
terms of the the 3rd, 4rth, 5th, and even 6th Coming. There
are numurous scenries, thought-systems, such as the
dualistic Concersations With God- and Barbara Marx
Hubbard's The Revelation, utterly engossing as it was for
And:
A World of Stalking Fools: Strange Tales of Homeland
Security and the Future of Mass Surveillance (Part
Four: Methods of Resistance)
[Part Three of this series can be found by clicking HERE.]
all know what its like to be Batman and the Joker all
rolled into one: We commit the crimes while solving
them at the same time. At this rate all crime should be
wiped out within a few generations. Eventually, of
course, there will be so many gangstalkers that there will
be no one left to stalk. I guess theyll have no choice but
to stalk each other at that point, but lets worry about
that when the time comes. For now lets just enjoy the
fun.
But what about those of us who dont want to join in on
the fun? How do you resist these amateur
stormtroopers when they come creeping around your
neighborhood?
Very often victims of gangstalking feel helpless and
alone. They can even doubt their own sanity (the main
objective of gangstalking). The only reason they cant
trust their own senses is because they know absolutely
nothing about gangstalking, as no mainstream media
outlet has acknowledged the phenomenon, not even as
urban legend. As H.P. Lovecraft once wrote, The oldest
and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest
and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown (12).
Therefore, getting the word out about the phenomenon
in any form necessaryshould be the targeted
individuals primary goal. Any prior knowledge on the
part of the target, no matter how meager, will help to
prevent the perps from using their gangstalking methods
as a means of driving innocent people insane.
Eliminating that major tool of the gangstalkers will go a
long way in rendering their entire operation completely
useless.
In other words, the first helpful action you can take for
yourself is to know youre not crazy. Once youve got
that out of the way, you can begin to fight back.
I suggest taking advantage of an excellent website
called fightgangstalking.com and studying in-depth the
section entitled Tactics for Fighting Back. These down
to earth, prosaic methods arefor the most partwell
within the capabilities of the average person. It might be
helpful if I briefly highlight some of the best pushback
tactics proposed by this site:
Targets of organized stalking must wage a two-front war: we must
act locally to expose the harassment to neighbors and others, and
we must expose what is happening on a national level as well.
Both objectives are critical [].
Targeted individuals need to exploit asymmetrical warfare
principles. As much as possible, we should employ tactics which
are unpredictable, creative, cheap, simple and bold. The worst
thing a victim of organized stalking could do would be to adopt a
cautious defensive posture [].
Gang stalking perps (including corrupt members of local law
enforcement agencies) will not want to attract attention to their gang
stalking crimes by doing battle with you in a public way, so they
have to be very reserved in their efforts to suppress your exposure
of what is happening. You should exploit that [].
correctly say that Dali was playing the media game on his own
terms, after realizing that no reporter wanted the real Dali
(whatever that might mean)some fiction was being asked for,
and the artist was merely being accommodating.
He was creating a self that matched his paintings.
It is generally acknowledged that no artist of the 20th century
was superior to Dali in the ability to render realistic detail.
But of course Dalis work was not about realism.
The most complex paintingssee, for example, Christopher
Columbus Discovering America and The Hallucinogenic
Toreadorbrilliantly orchestrated the interpenetration of various
solidities of realities, more or less occupying the same space.
Im sure that if Dali were living today, he would execute a brainbending UFO landing on the front lawn of the White House.
Such a painting would envelop the viewer with several
simultaneous dimensions colliding outside the presidents
mansion.
At some point in his career, Dali saw (decided) there was no
limit to what he could assemble in the same spaceand there
was no limit to the number of spaces he could corral on the
same canvas. A painting could become a science-fiction novel
reaching into several pasts and futures. The protagonist (the
viewer) could find himself in such a simultaneity.
Critics have attacked the paintings relentlessly. They hate the
dissonance. Its a sign that Dali could give full play to his
imaginationa sin of the first order. They resent Dalis mordant
wit, and rankle at the idea that Dali could carry out monstrous
jokesin such fierce extended detailon any given canvas.
But above all, the sheer imagination harpoons the critics. How
and think and work in one continuum of space and time. One.
Only one. Forever.
Thats the biggest joke of all. The big lie.
Whatever he was, however despicable he may have been in
certain respects, Dali broke that egg. Broke the cardinal rule.
He reveled in doing it. He people wait for an answer about
himself, and the answer never came. Instead, he gave them a
hundred answers, improvised like odd-shaped and meticulous
reveries.
He threw people back on their own resources, and those
resources proved to be severely limited.
How harsh for conventional critics to discover that nothing in
Dalis education produced an explanation for his ability to
render an object so perfectly on the canvas. It was almost as if,
deciding that he would present competing realities inside one
painting, he perversely ENABLED himself to do the job with
such exacting skill, making subversive photographs come to
life.
That was too much.
But there the paintings are.
Imagination realized.
Exit From the Matrix
Like it or not, Dali paved the way for many others. He opened
doors and windows.