Not going to tackle completing my last post yet. I'm racked with pain and so writing is appealing. It can enable me to focus elsewhere, but for obvious reasons I don't want to be writing about medical bollocks when this' the case - to this degree at any rate. You'll have at least seen on television big fish whacked with gaff's and dragged onto boats. Well ... I feel like somebody did that to my head and dragged me out of bed this morning. In one side and out the other and then yank!
'What then'? he thinks. 'Erghm ... my mind and what's on it then, maybe'?
Okay, fuckin fed up it is, but, as minds can it has adapted itself to captivity, it ticks over economically and patiently as it methodically does what it must in such a situation, seek a solution by way of a way out of it. It would be impossible to teach my hands to operate and do it myself, anaesthetising ones self would present a rather insurmountable problem. See that getting very messy!
Would 'yours' - your mind that is - still be seeking a solution if our situations were reversed, or would you have given up? You don't know do you? Course you don't, but I'll tell you that the vast majority of you would have thrown in the towel and topped yourselves. Life's not up to much when you're dealing with 'programmed electromagnetically induced pain ones defenceless against'. But hey ho, there's always the times when it's not so bad it's totally dehumanising and I can perhaps kick back somewhat and have a good time. And I'll say this myself, 'the fuckin most incredible achievement of mine, ever, is that I've managed to hold my life together at all and that I still get some enjoyment out of it'. (Scuse my French again, but I do actually speak like that when I'm avin a go, so to speak)
I'd have been outa sight years ago if I'd been left to my own devices. This-is-mad-bollocks - my lot. But it's real, and what I was alluding to in my previous post in saying that it's 'possible' I have purposefully been put in the position I'm in is definitely a part truth, but I am only still here – well, at liberty anyway – because I'm durable and capable of defending myself. And, I don't think it at all bastard bollocks unreasonable of me, to want to fuckin know who the fuck is ultimately responsible for this abominable crap being in my person?!
Well, maybe I should try and avoid "Mr. Snarly" - as a friend of mine calls him - that's in there, he's always so angry, bitter and thirsty for avin a go. I prefer stoney old me, who I am most of the time, this' my most natural persona. Reckon I am 'DID' you see. I've read that all Mind Control Targets have what's known as 'Dissociative Identity Disorder' (formerly known as 'Multiple Personality Syndrome'), as in they posses different personalities to deal with different circumstances. Just as I've read it does too, this started with me to become more apparent as I got older, very probably as some of the barriers in place blocking psychological programming I've under gone began to break down with time. Mind Control Targets often have had complete separate alters built into their subconscious' via hypnotic techniques - alters which can be brought to the fore. In other words - usually via trigger words or signs - a target can be flicked from one personality to another and this can be done so that once they're triggered back to their general state they can remember nothing of what they'd experienced whilst in their other 'altered' one. People have controlled other people like this for centuries, so have military arms and therein governments, and so have 'Cults'. Again, how would 'you' feel on being told you're implanted with technology allowing others to do all this to you remotely and much more besides? Chuffed perhaps? Me don't tink so.
Boy, am in a particularly grouchy mood today or what? I'm repetitive at times I know, but this blog is supposed to be conveying the reality of my circumstances, which, as it happens, resemble somewhat the film 'Groundhog Day' at times. This' being a wholly unavoidable by product of 'Psychotronic Harassment' but if you let it get to you, it'll result in your resignation to zombification. The people in my neighbourhood know what my problems are down to. 'Don't let them grind you down', one of them shouted at me over the road a few weeks back.
'I don't let them, I just can't stop them', I thought as I waved and nodded back.
I have tried in recent years to live as I'd wish. Fuckin futile exercise that always; well, I'll say nearly always, turned out to be. Even when all is horrific though I still laugh. You have to don't you? I do anyway, whatever. But I also think too, a lot, and always have done. Thing is - and take this in please - writing this to me isn't a futile exercise, even if it doesn't succeed in turning a load of 'Pig Twats' into 'Monkey Riders' here and now, it is justifiable. It will register significantly in a lot of peoples minds, just as has so much else I've done in life, because I'm not coming at you here from having been nowhere and I've known hundreds of people in my time. I recall a young candidate I had a beer with many moons back - when I worked as a graduate recruiter - telling me all about some obscure experiment he'd done and written up which had been published. 'Can you believe that'! he exclaimed. 'Me published'!?
'Yeah, I can', I told him.
'How come'? he said.
'Because you spent a lot of time doing and recording something that nobody else has or probably ever will again, but it's now referenced'.
'Oh yeah', was his reply.
I'm somewhat more aware than he was, though I'll hasten to add that at the age he was at I wasn't, but ere and then, different story that and now we can publish ourselves - just like that/this! Flippin weird in the extreme the story I have to tell is, but in an 'amazing sense' it is this to the same degree it's weird. Weirdly amazing then, but it ain't exactly been a jolly joy ride for a long time now. This crap weighs real heavy on you, but you know what too? Where I'm at, really does dictate that I can say whatever I want, I do have 'every right' (moral and legal), to question everything and up to the highest level - my paper trails would support this. Furthermore ... after all I've endured to keep me down trodden and suppressed, when it comes to my questioning any individual or organisation I don't give a hoot if anybody objects. Sue me why don't you. Bear in mind too, like I told the local Dibble, it's not beyond the realms of possibility that I'm a government assassin and don't know a thing about it. ;-)
iRobotised. Pourquoi? Je ne sais pas précisément. Mais je suis .. |
The best spy's you see are spy's that don't know they are. This' touching on the invisible psychological warfare programmes this technology is linked to. And via the technology, that my brain is linked into as well.
Totally unfettered access they ave! |
I have a recurring dream of having woken alone in a bright white hospital room, after having had the implants removed. It's a beautiful dream, I climb immediately out of bed and walk outside, but straight into green fields on a warm sunny day. I walk to the centre of the first field, fill my nostrils, look to the sky and roar in relief with everything I've got before dropping to my knees.
Then I look up in anticipation of seeing the world as a free man for the first time ever, only to be presented with my reality as I come round to them pulling internally. They're like one fingered claws or internal clamps. They eclipse any direct connection with nature, destroy all literal meaning to life.
They enslave you.
It is the year 2011, I live in England, I am being tortured on a daily and ongoing basis and the whole fucking country is looking the other way!!
What's on my mind?
"Oh ... same old, same old really. You know how it is when you have electrodes attached to your brain. One can be prone to getting just little bit obsessive about it"!?