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THIS' THE REAL DEAL, THIS' "NOW", THIS' ALL OF "YOU"! THIS' ...

THIS' THE REAL DEAL, THIS' "NOW", THIS' ALL OF "YOU"! THIS' ...
... OPEN TO ALL RELIGIONS ... THIS' "GOOD v's EVIL" and EVIL has a head start.

FOR THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGING ...

FOR THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGING ...

HOW MANY LIVES MUST THEY TAKE ...

HOW MANY LIVES MUST THEY TAKE ...

UNTIL WE BREAK?!

UNTIL WE BREAK?!

Foreword

Nobody needs to know me. Everybody though needs to know what's been done to me, because there are others out there too who've suffered similar fates and to date the general populace - by which I mean just about everybody else - is oblivious to the fact that their governments are sanctioning and covering up the implanting of innocent people with technology.

I'll make no secret of it, the objective here is to prove to others that I am telling the truth, which, it's hoped, may just go some way towards fuelling the pressure that's mounting worldwide to expose these awful crimes and flagrant human rights abuses. Then perhaps I can be separated from these tortuous devices in my person and live some semblance of a civilised existence.

This' all rather heavy duty stuff though, so I'm not averse to humouring matters and will try to - but please, read what I have to say and know that I'm telling the truth. If everybody in the country were to do likewise, then without question you would see "Real Political Change" in your time, because you would not stand for anything but if armed on mass with this knowledge.


"Disobedience in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion. Intellectual rebellion and peaceful with it one would hope ... it is the year 2009. Just take their jobs off them; then nick them".

Furthermore, I want to stress that this is not to be an attack on the British State System overall; because if indeed it were entirely corrupt I would not be sitting here now. By exposing what I am to here though, I will be questioning not only the integrity of our legal and law enforcement sectors if they fail to act, but the actual legitimacy of their existence in their current forms altogether. In order to achieve this, I am going to have to face up to issues 'publicly' that nobody should ever have to do; just know that I'm doing this for the greater good and not out of any misguided sense of vanity, for it may be the last thing that I ever do.

Be aware too that I may well be destroying the lives of others in exposing the parts they've played in the persecution I've been enduring my entire life, but that I could not and would not do this unless they were deserved of it - my conscience simply would not allow it otherwise. What will be will be; but if no investigation is forthcoming and beyond this no arrests made, then rest assured, you - and particularly your children and theirs - will continue to live lifes shrouded in ignorance and controlled by fear.


"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for my shield is my honour and my sword the truth".


To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?


"Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam - Anno Domini".

(Which I predict will be soon - flippin hope so at any rate: art thou ere ain't holdin his breath until though ... know that).




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The above picture doesn't exist. Its not real , according to your government that is, regardless of the fact it's of a biomedical implant removed from another target and that it matches the exact design specifications of devices that have been officially submitted for patent.


Now ... this factor may make you chuckle, because I'm either the most creatively brilliant benefit fraudster ever and have been rinsing the system for years, or, as the case is, it's been accepted I'm telling the truth. Yes the good people at the DWP gave me a very hard time some years back, but I faced an independent tribunal panel who accepted the evidence I provided in my defence and since they've been the most humane people I've had to deal with. I hasten to add too that at that time I had no scans and in comparison to what I have now, very little by way of hard proofs. What I could prove was that my life had been manipulated to a ridiculous degree and that I'd historically been locked up for months on the back of what was proven to be totally fabricated evidence. And then some of course, but I'll spare you the finite details, suffice to say that I won an independent legal tribunal regarding this too and it was accepted that I'd been treated and detained illegally. Could I get any recompense beyond this though? Like heck I could, I couldn't even get a phone call taken let alone a letter answered. The DWP though, I've been writing to them for ten years, everything has unfolded during this time and the development of the chain of events my correspondence describes just simply compounds everything I've claimed historically. Unlike others, they have to deal with me though, and that's it. I can exist, but have to opt out of just about every activity in life that "should" be open to me, I can get help from nowhere, so, I'm going to sit here and bang out my angst on my computer.

I've described my time historically as feeling like I've been in one long boxing match, in which I'm blindfolded and fighting several sighted opponents. I have been battered quite literally in just about every way possible and, there is no other term for it, "tortured" at will for what now amounts to decades.

Let me too make the point that I'm more than capable of earning a very good living, I'm a salesman, making money isn't as difficult for me ordinarily as it is for most. Currently I budget to live on £5 a day once my overheads are covered, which enables me to have a few beers with friends occasionally and in turn have an amount of social contact. Most of my time is spent in isolation and simply coping. Coping with unbelievable levels of horrendous pain and associated problems, whilst being aware that everything has and is being purposefully inflicted upon me and that - just like it is for many others, as I've said - there is little chance of ever getting help or rest bite whatsoever.

[Below is a letter I wrote many years ago now in explanation as to what is wrong with me].

About my illness or disability

I have two protrusions at the back of my mouth, situated in the fleshy areas either side of my throat, I suppose where I'm describing is in the proximity of the centre of my head in its entirety and adjacent to the rears of my cheek bones, just in front of my ears. These protrusions I would describe as being well over a centimetre in length when fully extended and feel somewhat like short pieces of wire with a girth of around two millimetres. I say fully extended because whatever they are they move around and can curl as a finger does or bend in different directions, most commonly backwards into the roof of my mouth/throat. Depending on the position they're in, it seems, they do cause a variety of pains, swellings and what I can only describe as intense pressure in my head. This often prompts swelling in my inner ears and then lesions appear in my outer ear which scab over with discharge. I often have a high pitch screaming in my head accompanied by horrendous pain around my eye sockets, cheek bones, temple areas and the bony lumps behind my ears. The pressure in my head is constant, it just varies in intensity and I often have to continually gyrate my lower jaw to relieve the pressure in my head, face, ears and neck. Less frequently I get pains that resonate from the areas of these protrusions that travel down my neck, down my arms and through my torso pulling everything tight as they do. I'm helpless when this happens and can do nothing but lie down or curl up until it passes - which for the record can be up to 24 hours at a time.


Matters do not stop with my head and upper body, in my lower back I get pain of a similar intensity to that in my head, which in turn effects my midriff, my legs and I get awful pain in the soles of my feet.


I could go on listing problems that I have to cope with but I believe I've conveyed clearly enough that my whole person is effected almost constantly, with the areas of real intensity being my head, my lower back and to a lessor degree and frequency my torso, legs, arms and feet.



Now take a look at a photograph of a Cochlear Implant again:



Uncanny hey? Particularly given I wrote the above letter years prior to seeing a picture of one of these implants.


Now check out what can be seen in my cochlear regions on this scan ...



Yep, two protrusions showing just as described.


Then check out the rear view once more ...



Foreign bodies clearly present in the cochlear regions and attached to the lower part of my brain.


Things get really interesting now though ...



Oh wow!? On the left side - as you view it - a probe which has been inserted into the suture of my brain is again clearly visible. Then if you look closer still, fragments of another probe on the other side have evidently worked their way into the soft tissue, it having been broken on receipt of one of the massive blows I have taken to the head in my time. Amazing what they could do way back in the 1970's hey - though you might think they'd have asked my permission to put it in there mind!?

Now factor in that the upside down white triangular shape below my brain is a 'truss'. One which is connected by micro-wiring to not only the implants in my head, but thereafter is threaded throughout my body and linked to others in other parts of my anatomy as well.

Throw it all together and what do we get ... ?




"A MIND CONTROLLED TARGET, THAT'S WHAT"

[AKA a Torture Victim and Human Vivisection Subject - linked using ELF Radio Waves via satellite to a Supercomputer]

QUITE LITERALLY, A 'CYBORG'


Joy of Joys ... eh?

Joy of Joys ... eh?
And these are 'short' lists!!

The question remains one of 'Freedom or Not'?


The only reason I can conjure to explain why 'nothing' has
been done to help me since my circumstances gained so much exposure is that
I've been right in what I've been stating. On many fronts, but predominantly in
explaining that those behind the agenda I've been snared by are intent on
controlling everybody via technological means.


In fact they can, or could, but they want your consent prior
to rolling things out. Without this they will remain as criminals - thus living
in fear - because they're rendered unable to write your history for you if you
are 'aware'.


Know the truth; it 'could' keep you free. As I truly wish I could be.



The rest is up to y'all.



ALL IN ALL ...

ALL IN ALL ...
Says it ALL!!!

Friday, June 10, 2011

What's on my mind?


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"!?