[TARGET] [-ED]
[INDIVIDUALISED]
[HARASSMENT]
[EASY PICKINGS FOR SADISTS]
[HIGH TECH]
[HIGH STAKES]
“ABOVE THE LAW” DIPLOMACY
ARISTOCRACY
//_”CLASS CONFLICT”_//
Hello, welcome to the zero agent program. This is your zero speaking. Think of me like a journalistic addendum to John Dolphin - Q from station IX / DSTL/SOE. My position’s nothing like him - a different era, of the [MATRIX] [SWITCHER], but everything to do with his legacy. We’re the flip side of the program, here. Flip it on its head, take a new perspective, don’t forget the details.
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[O[N*]]
[Q:]
What’s this? : Ó and is it missing a bit, or is that something particular.
My cypher is self encryptor, timestamp magic pencil, microdot essence, analogue film, or do it with string. Infinitely flexible, an illustration of the tao’s quantum physics essence, the veil’s face displayed from cosmic distortions, so look beyond, see more than merely intent behind intentions. The ocean finds it necessary to find a place for all the fish, the swirls. The crow’s beak.
The zero agent program is a novel concept. It’s got seriously dangerous consequences, truths and lies both have a trend of spreading like wildfire. Collective intervention, for those in danger of persecution by “invisible man therapy” and tortured dissembly.
TARGETED INDIVUDUALS / the rich and the pillory of the poor and rich alike - an affliction of technological violence - invisible ninjas lurking in the infrastructure business, lasers trained, poisons deposited - a safari party sport. A prime target, or the future of all of us?
How do we do cybernetics, is the government permitted to run “free for all” in secret?
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/\/ Operation [TOOMANYZEROES] is operated by [INITIALISE-DIFFICULT] [ZEROMODE] [AUX] [INDEPENDENCE GROUP] [VIGILANT RESISTANCE] [SPOTTING THE HUNTER KILLER CRIMINALS / SOCIOPATHS ARE SECRETIVE BY NATURE. /THE CUTURE OF DECEPTION BREEDS THIS IN THE BABIES / WORKING OUT THE WORLD IS HARD AND MADE A DEATHLY GAME / OF SUFFERING / OF PURSED LIPS] [BDSM CORRUPTION CELLS] [HUMAN RIGHTS ABUSE & MAFIA STYLE BLACKMAIL + INTIMIDATION]
[ZERO[mode] It’s the future of OSINT and the global justice movement.
This [CLOSEDCIRCLE] {OPENFACING} {ELECTRIC.PRESENTED} [PUBLISH&PLAY] [EXPLORATION OF VIGILANCE AND AMORPHOUS DISTRIBUTED OSINT OPEN SOURCE CIVIL LAW ENFORCEMENT CO-ORDINATION] system of public interest intelligence work - investigation and co-ordination of a peacable and medically considered response - a remediation of the horror - this body hunts the prime issue of government and criminal secrecy itself - and what it conceals. The public as a body simply don’t have enough counterintelligence resourcing despite the natural ability inherent to people and kidsif - but the knowledge is strong if disjunct in the general public. The hostility of politics belies the apathetic murmurings, the tone is harsher than cynical post lockdown. The public interest is no longer observed, and it shows.
The problems that are concealed behind the PR and privatised miltech sector, the cyberwarfare and “nanowire” systems are murky, and the proliferation rate and potential consequences of many clandestine technologies may be worse than just very horrific - IT BURNS - / * they watch the videos.
The stuff that breaks out of the labs, the damage is concealed, but the consequences may be profound and/or subtle at first, but gross in the long run, so many procedures ignore this trend of accumulated consequence.
The intimidation and ruthless abuse of mafia style organised crime in the “corporate cleanup” PR industry is pervasive, and ruthless. The black bag job to be picked up by anybody anonymous. Targeted killing can be dispensed like eBay these days, especially in countries like Brazil. We have many of the pieces of the puzzle to work with to uncover the cloak of corruption that “won’t go away” because it’s the government doing it, it’s the strongest lobby in the world - serious organised crime and ruthless old bigmoney-people - the “THE NUMBERS ARE THE ONLY TALE TO WEIGH THE TAKINGS”.
The target is the cloak of the thieves, the SS that went underground, and began making vast laboratories under the earth in America, the industries that built the COLDWAR.
The pervasive nature today of the most serious criminals is high tech. Government corruption is a hardball game, and people get “hungarian umbrellas for breakfast”. The polonium teapot scene is the ‘Bond villain for real’ - the wealth of the power elite is simply unmatched and unchallenged by civil government post austerity. The goal is simple : TAKE EVERYTHING SLOWLY AND ELIMINATE THE LAW ABIDING SLOWLY / TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE MACHIAVELLIAN WAY / THE HIDDEN HAND / OF UNFETTERED EVIL BEHAVIOUR / _ MADE HARD TO TRACE . DECODE CONSPIRACY. NOBODY KNOWS THE WHOLE TRUTH - THE CONSEQUENCES OF DECEPTION ARE INKY SPOTS… TRODDEN INTO CARPETS, LINGERING… SPREADING…
The machiavellianism of the powerful is aligned with those of the criminal, the evidence is bleak - we have been punished in the public domain and academic study areas rely on commercial goodwill, so we beg for our goodwill, and are served lies and packaged plebian discussions about ‘we can’t have everybody being dangerous’, sold sweet nothings by the criminals in government and the military, and unable to inspect the factories which make the food and the consumer products. The influence is garnered by simple bullying, in the corporate boardroom, or on the golf course. The culture of malfeasance and corruption. The coked up bullying. The bullingdon club, and the monaco yacht parties. The “fondue pot” in geneva. The ski instructor with a bunch of secrets and a system of unmarked lockup boxes in the bankvaults. The conspiracy, and the organisations, systems and individuals who perpetrate it. The unseen forces inside the medias. The shadow government of the elites is a taboo concept to approach in dialogue without being laughed out the room by Alex Jones rhetoric and the tired old trope of NWO and paranoid disinformation or .operation chickenfeed/ cyberhoneytrap / “go on, break in if you dare… we’re waiting…”.
But where did the good old head of the Gestapo Go? Who laundered the assets of the Nazi Republic?
The stakes are very high, these people are very dangerous, and to talk of evil deeds is “above your paygrade” in the cold war era of consumerism. Nobody can find the whistle to blow… and they abolished the trade unions, and sold the regulatory bodies to the corporates. The press is long gone, too. We live in the cybergrid… watched by who? And cut from what cloth... who is watching you, stalking you. Getting ready to…
[WELL NOW]… [I GOT SOME FRIENDS] SOCIAL BONDING ACHIEVED BY MOBBING IS A WAY OF “GETTING TOGETHER AND FEELING GOOD” I SUPPOSE< BUT WHAT’S THE COST? <·> IS SADISTIC TORTURING, CHAOS CHAOS AND HELL ON WHEELS< TO WATCH AND OGLE AT, TO BE AMUSED BY LIKE A TEENAGER ON steroid fuel / coca cola sugar rush / phosphoric acid proton pump / dopamine numb / opiate painfree / derealisation… the comedy of “tom and jerry mode”… THE BIG BROTHER HOUSE… THE CELBRITY TORTURE BOX… TRASHING>WOKESLAP/ “bitch… please”… POPPED UP HUBRIS… THE BOXFLAT EGO… BOOM BOOM BOOM SHAKE THE ROOM… KING PENIS… BQABUSHKA PROGRAM… MATA HARI SECRETS… A DARKENED BOX…. PEEPHOLE… AN INTERNET FORTRESS… THE VIDEO SURVEILLANCE PERVASIVE… THE PEOPLE IN THE BULLINGDON COKEHEAD PART TIME POLICE CONTRACT SPOOKSHOP JP MORGAN CONTROL RISKS PLUGIN LEAKBOX EWS VULNERABLE ENGINEERED IN BACKDOOR COBRA SUITE… THEY TO RIP ON… TO PRANK… TO POKE FUN AT… AND TO PUBLICISE AND LEAK. TO HUMILIATE… “AND IN THE LATEST EPISODE…” THIS IS THE NATURE OF THE “THREAT TO DEMOCRACY”, - BONESMAN BULLYING IS CADET SCHOOL POLITICS… I see.
{oh it’s [ON] alright}.
This world is very complex, and the threads of narrative are deep. The compassion required to uncover the assassin’s hitman casino laser beam paradise of the postwar era, and expose its underbelly, this is dangerous work. I’ve been given no choice - and it’s my mission assigned by the … [guess].
The issue of disturbance and evil within people is multi generational. PTSD is serious, predator mode is something else. It’s those cannibals. The vampires. The world eaters. The goo squeezers. The heroin pushers. The prison brothels. The black sites, and the ultramafia in the vatican, the bunga bunga with berlusconi and Putin. The octopus, the bullingdon. The SMERSH, Legacy of Himmler’s SS, and the Octopus of the Pacific. The boko boko and the FGM. The horror thread runs deep, and the rewards of survival are subtle. Ruthless insights, gotten from the rifting of the cosmos. The tearing sound, the wreatched gutteral cry of the victim. The sight of blood. The excitement of the throng, baying for blood…
My carnival, mi homeboy natty, an dem gyal, dem rude like dat. Even the allegedly well spoken ones that played me, extensively. Lying, cheating, stealing, all the devil bizness was leveraged. Serious resources, and I’m living on a crust of bread? Cha.
Dread a bizness not a headgear, me no need to fake nuttn’. Reggae inna spirit o de ages, an mi do metal bizness serius. It a tumpdown, you’ll hear it kilometers away. Dis Calypso pull no comedy censorship, the slang too good, push the coconut… carry me away, or maybe block you… ho ho ho for christmas, exit fire escape lady’s secret little list of ]candy.shop[ … [•••], the camera facing forwards / out the back then, dis way please ms schiffer… oh no… front is better. Yu think I talk tangle wi dis? Cha. Milady.
Mi monkey likkle hongri, it safe as daisies, likle sistas, once dem a get serius, dem a murder bizness, dem a ver’ very pretty police, dem poosi got claws, more’n two brains ()dem bitches conspiracy.strong) and dem a run complex secrecy agreements. Dem a like rapist, but dem like to hate dem. Dis a rubbish deal, brah. Dem bitches kinky, but you noh wan’ play wi it too strong down the rappit hole of “ALLGONEWRONG/KILLKILLKILL” / the carrie zone is fiendish beyond belief. Think of the experience of the drugs of a backstreet abortion clinic, the adulterants, the toxins. The “might as well make sure” stuff, recycled banned veterinary from the car boot sale in Croatia, repackaged in an unmarked vat, then put into syringes. it “gets results quick” at the botox clinic, with the laser ablation and the dioxins in the paperchase.
Closet Genocide is the concern -
-it’s as old as the hills -
the murda bizness serious wi women. Especially if you’re violent towards their favourite children (all of them)(.except.thatone.>there..)
[1999 / ROYAL FESTIVAL HALL / STOKE NEWINGTON / ANGEL UPPER STREET]
Raga Bhairavi’s tone reveals the layering, the double dealing, the hands that speak worst of Durga’s many limbs - the woman of the ultimate sacrifice. The goddess of warfare and honour. I was there with Vilyat at the RFH in 1999, with the trouble troupe of BFD, Led by Michael Fayney, our top engineering guru, and senior sensei of good music and positive dealings - I was aged 19, running unlimited comps as part payment for my creative direction role for Navras Records, sitting alongside a whole aisle, a nice motley row my folks, with the whole row of multi-faith multi-ethnic underground music punk rock junglist goons, the whole crew, right in the middle, with plenty of room, empty seats for covert storage of consumables, with Lee Citron sat on the end of the group, and me and my girl sat on the very end, offset, right by the staircase, with a pile of bags stacxked surplus on the seet and stopping dead on the line in the aisle, luggage is totally against the rules of the venue, but was graciously allowed. Some VIP rowdy “signs of flightcase” band of brothers, moving it all in silence, professional stage hands the lot of us. Linea and myself were separated from the rest with one empty seat, so my fabulous date Linea curled up like a cat beside me, with her legs up, and leaned in, reclining on me with precision and softest silk velvet. Behind us, the hindu world of London and India, 7500 bindis, best clothes, grey silk suits and saris, and behind us, the Indian Royal Family. Vilyat played, and Lee was hypnotised, in acute heroin withdrawal. He’d almost come late, almost too late, and almost turned away for looking funny to homeless… and he was hungry and umedicated. He had not even eaten any of my toast. Sweating, but transfixed. Their eyes were locked for most of the performance, and Vilyat felt his pain, and his musician’s being. He liked his style, and the way he was sitting, like a contortionist at rest, boots kinked, tattered magpie speckled, monochrome stripes and twists arranged like bird’s feathers, mohawk tufts curled to his lips, as he entered the zone of meditation, and visited memories curlecues, scintillations of the web of poppies woven thus, and cut to dust. They knew they had “something going on”. It was a very special zone - I was dating a leading light from the Swedish Royal Ballet - who I’d spotted staring at me at the bus stop, very blatantly. I was sure I’d seen her before, somewhere. The bus was not coming, the crowd spilled off the pavement, so I hailed a cab and said “Get in”, and she was going where I was going, it turned out. She invited me for tea after my meeting, with Yan Eccles, a stoner baker and DJ music aficionado, who had become the new sap boyfriend tool for my girldfriend - he lived round the corner, had bags of bucks, and drove a highly modified rolling sound system Peugeot Hot hatch with deep black tints. We were totally taking the piss, and all had Newton 2000s, it was like being in a spaceship if you took the magic mushrooms we had, we’d park up and “take off” for the night somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and talk shit for hours, piss ourselves laughing, play with [BIG CONJECTURE] talk [RELIGION AND POLITICS OF STAMFORD HILL HASSIDIC CHEESE SEGREGATIONIST WITH SLIGHT TONGUE IN CHEEK STONED PISSTAKERS ORDERING A SERIOUS MUNCH AT THE BEST KOSHER FALAFEL SHOP / TALKING MONSANTO ILLICIT FLYING BACON TERROR] and see things in the shadow patterns.
When I picked up Linea from the bus-doom synchronicitous hypnotic flirtation, the “I want you… you see me… true” went on for 40 minutes while the pissed off crowd grew and filled up the whole pavement, until I decided to hail a cab … and so I offered her a ride, and she was going to stoke newington? Get in then. We raced along, moste pleased with the result, and made small talk like we’d known each other for years and were running some conspiracy. I dropped Linea home by sending her on her way the last few blocks in a black cab, simply paid the fare and jumped out early, to pick up rizla from the shop on the way… but when I texted her and went to the address she gave me… I realised with some horror there was a reasonable reason why she might have known to stare at me so… it seems she’d had a little clue before… I realised when I visited her for tea. My previous… rather tricky feminist rocker girl, psycho self harm burn your barbie… sex freak girl… manic depressive self harm vodka ketamine meth what have you got let’s go CRAZY and hit the WALL as hard as possible… pyramid physique, mighty ribcage… “goes like a rocket” ? _ neurotic… but she will fuck your brains out, and you get sort of absorbed in the pheremones, you end up with that person living right in you, you can still feel them on your skin on the bus home, and it persists for weeks. But… it was awful abusive. And that wasn’t even the start… we always know that stoke newington police station is… seriously ooer. So… it’s the whole borough that suffers.
Leah and I had funny times, we went for walks and sxrewed each others brains out for hours. ONe time we spent some time in the graveyard, doing readings on the detritus and evidence of where we smoked a spliff. The “COLOSSUS” condom packet was a good jolly. We laughed ourselves silly and her family’s tiny dog found the most enormous stick, and tried to drag it home with some difficulty. She probably knew more than she was letting on, I might add. That dog had seen things… you could see it in its eyes… lolling tongue… panicked like a horse… it’s the pheremones of [MP/••••cuckold.ring][sstokey…][IRGUN.INFILTRATIONRING?with/tassles.on.bro][whatuknowabout.BABYLON’sblackmagic.KABBAL+IST/darkness.of.history?ordistribute.discriminate.Baalak-the..EMPTYING.OF./???-poisoning.the.well.of___ifnotthegods[T[ldr/l8rsautonomichijack/KUNDALINI[_ƒƒƒ-SS.FORCEDKUNDALINI//INDUCED”SMALLDEATH’/MICROSCOPIC./SEIZURES?@!waterbord./btech.necro.NOX][moreH],HEN?] [neardeath.COMA.^^^]
Omar Boom is quite the cuckold fetish / the obsession with penis size, competition and creepy ogling is <rathergrotesque> / For ladies it don’t work like that, but they don’t want micropenis, sure. Consider this: if I type on the buttons of my typewriter with a MASSIVE FINGER does it work better? I mean {high.testosterone}_surething but not if you’re 6f9 and can’t grow a beard, use covert bullying, and exist in a permanent slouch with a “smelling myself” look on your boat, fairly evidently a creep, a fiddler manipulator fake friend sociopath who is insecure about their masculinity, and need to get MOMMY MOMMY THE BAD MAN / cutwillyoff. MINEBETTERNOW. / ~micro-electra.syndrome/ WHOSEGENITALS/____ MUST INSPECT. WHO ARE YOU? MY MOMMY? YOU ARE… [/CRIMPROFILE.COMEDYSATIRE?_ICANPLAYTHATGAME… TANGO’S FIT FOR 2? OR more? FANTABABY… syndrome syndrome… how’s your ‘mental health’ today ** winkwink@kingtopawn, pawn to queen, your move… your move…]
… and with Leah, such a curious and obvious raised mark on the middle spine, perhaps the residue of a prenatal spinal tap injury? The bifida subclinical? What is it? It’s huge… and located very much in a particular place. What is this? In the back. Something curious. Which seemed to have done something to her walking. And obsessed, addicted. Lingering procedures… panting for more. Some deep memory of… pink liquid. Why this memory… pink liquid. Laboratory… oooh. So secret. Oh what’s this. What’s this… Leah. what’s that taste… that…
<Müller><Danone><UNITED FOODS><BAYER><ROCHE><MKULTRA><BASF><GE><MI.X><OSS><DIA><SOE><MEDICAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY>
So I called this swedish girl, who turned out to be a professional ballerina for the Swedish Royal Ballet, on a placement with the Royal Ballet in England, oh boy she was special. Riveting. Seriously lovely, the most charming manners too… but she was camping, as a very minimal student, she pulled her teacups and box of chinese fragrant green leaf oolong from her suitcase, and operated the kettle with honour, making sure to count the cutlery in and out the drawer, making sure to use something indestructable. I took the chipped cup on purpose. She was living in a living room of one of the seniors, some student exchange thing, very temporary feeling… and nowhere to sleeep… the only bedroom darkened, and belonging to somebody who was in there, quiet, doing something on a computer… her flatmate wasn’t ideally conducive… so I knew she was the type to get some out the building - and hot like that… goodness knows what lil’ madam was up to. Confidence oozing from her movements, she knew we’d be music together. You could just tell. from one look at the step. The weight transfer. The appearance of weightlessness, defying gravity merely by thinking. Perched like a bird on the corner of a heel, turning slowly, like a record on a turntable, idly thinking to herself “mmmmmmm”, with those eyes making a tunnel of loving kindness, homing in on me, there on the pavement, illuminated against the crowd. One look like that, and I’m interested, obviously. She knew it, too.
One small problem, I realised, looking out the window into Leah’s bedroom, with some amusement. I almost waved to my ex girlfriend, and I could see her rumpled bed sheets, the graffiti on the ceiling… a familiar place seen from a new perspective, at eye level, just across the street, looking into her window, I realised I’d been on display… I craned my neck, and peeked from out the window, we turned the lights out, briefly, and had a spooky spy, wondering if I could point her out… but luckily she wasn’t in. The lights were on, and she had no curtains. No curtains. No curtains. Spooky, maybe she’s sitting in the corner, where she sits to cut and turn her floor into quinten tarantino. The amount of blood is ludicrous. Hadn’t seen that one for a while, it had got ludicrously evil, and I’d seen her in a mental hospital, after an attempted suicide. Yes, this was very odd, and I knew why she was staring at me now. Leah Motherway’s house was opposite… and she was running “No curtains” and “LITTLE MISS DRAMA / SEX ADDICTION”. It was not good, and my emotions did not like being beaten up and twisted into PTSD abuse rope - that just doesn’t knot well. I value the smoothness, the time for contemplation of no problems m8 and making time for the big game, the realpolitik and the ultramodified design bizness. the proper stuff. the artmode. Diorama Kid. Me. So. u.kno /b_?
Linea, a different deal. 17, and pure as a professional athlete should be. Very, very clean, and an absolute beauty. The weightless movement was exhilarating, and she was a joy to behold, and a joy to be with. Naughty girl, she’d been staring ‘cos she knew. I knew, and she looked at me over the steaming cup of beautiful green tea she was drinking. “I shouldn’t be drinking caffeine tea so late… I’ll end up staying up all night” and took the chamomile option. She said, with not a hint of sadness… 10.30pm… you’re later than expected, you naughty man” she accused me, kicking her feet like her shoes were coming off like magic slippers that fly into the room next door, leaving behind… naked toes, twiddling... flirtatiously… ankle muscles… flexing at the knee, ooh look at these! And look at me… eyes corneareflex _belladonna.blackhole-effect.deepblue.azure.ts
I suspected she’d seen more than just my my butt at work in the nude through the windows, and there was certainly no TV in her erstwhile room. Oh what was she watching, I wonder. I suspected she’d developed ideas, and fancied putting on a far better window show with me, to give Leah a real slap in the zone - do her pressed up against the glass, with the cool glass on her tits, and for sure I could see it’d be something special indeed, the chemistry with Linea was good. Really good. I could see it. First look at that situ, and we knew. INSTANTLY.
I’d seen her before, somewhere in oxford circus, staring at me before. She popped up like a ghost many times, it was peculiar. I wonder what happened to her. Each time I saw her, she was a separate glowing body. A jewel of a human, her silhouette was perfect. I didn’t just notice, I recognised the implicit beauty. The shining truth, written in her eyes. She was so beautifully rounded, her contours were curved with quintessential circular movements’ perfection and poised in beautful grace, her body following her mind’s intention with the slightest nuance, curving this way, seeing hither. Carved from moonlight and some immortal fragrance of galactic swirls, with golden hair, and earrings set with real pearls, with a vibe of some silk velvet overall, like a cheeky barbarella sex cadet, somehow hovering above the surface of the rain-soaked pavement. I always saw her in the rain, I wonder why? Her eyes were dewy, quintessentially doe-like. Oh dear! Oh dear oh dear. What have we here. Who have we seen. At 50 feet, I saw the light of ages twinkling in her cornea, and ocean’s blackness opalescent in the depths, staring at me like she knew something.
Sitting there, with her looking at me that way, maybe I should have done her there and then, but I wouldn’t do that to an ex. On display, just drop it on a relative stranger - the best no less. Oh this girl’s special. Linea… I’d love to, but… I explained to her “see over there in that window? My ex lives there? Did you… maybe have seen something?” Her look, unblinking. “well, I don’t know”. Should I have been… more suspicious?
“So you see… it’d be So very rude, to do the display, the “revenge porn” daily. So… that’s a no for today. Much as I’d love to, it’s way too awkward for me.
But… I have {TICKETS TO CONCERT… GOT A REEL OF THEM IN MY POCKET! YES YOU HAVE NO CHOICE, IT’S [PRESCRIPTION]} {ANYBODY WITH HEARING WOULD BE FOOLISH TO MISS IT…} {LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU… WHY WOULD I NOT?} {SERIOUSLY WHAT A BALLERINA / OOOH. YES. BASIC OOOOOH. I COULD JUST WATCH YOU JUST SITTING, OSTENSIBLE NOTHING, DOING NOTHING IN PARTICULAR. FOR HOURS. JUST MOVE ONE FINGER, JUST A TWITCH… AND SURE… I’M RIVETED. EYES WIDE OPEN, TONGUE PRESSED INTO THE TEETH, PULLING IN THAT BREATH…}
{AND SO I DISPENSED A TICKET -
WITH A QUESTION: ONE, OR TWO*? Four? I’ve only got nineteeen seats left, so you could bring a contingent of ballerinas, or a whole room of “you know who”… _ YOU WANT BRING A DATE? HMM? GOT SOMEBODY IN MIND?
JUSTONE. WILLBETHERE twinkletwinkle lovely lips, with just a hint of a tongue-lick, the moistening.
OH WHAT A LOVELY GIRL. ONLY4U-EYES. TICKETPAW.SOFTLY, ssssh. Taken straight to breast pocket, and tucked in. THEBEST.} {STRAIGHT-OUT-THE-DOOR, intimate hug, just that bit too long in the darkness of the corridor. Want? Beautiful. Inevitable. 100% done deal,
but with with the -but reflex of location appalling… come visit me at my own place lady, and it’s [ON] like yesterday / last week / forever.}
Akh, but where you live… it’s just… a bit too local, and that girl I was seeing… she’s [PROPER.DANGEROUS-MENTAL/_COVERTABUSE.WTF/SLASHERFILM].
Linea was truly lovely. The best. The best I tell you. I sat there in the concert hall, spitting distance from the master musician, with his 17 fret sitar, calm, with simple clothes, and a piercing look in his eye, a human eagle perched, ready to take aloft, and strike. For 40 minutes, I was swept away, staring at her velvet clad body, in awe. What a piece of equipment, the breath animating the breasts just so… the palm of her hand resting so very light in mine, heart and breath beating, rising and rippling her clothes each breath set in perfect time with the music, no less. That was A space fit for a ••••• [ SECRET [/] AGENT ], I tell you. I was “thing of the world”, that day. Deep undercover, blissful darkness. Ready like a knife. Piercing at the cosmos frontier, those streetlights were perfect, glistening in the moonlight. I sent her on her way. Maybe one day, in another lifetime. Why didn’t I? My friends got in the way - Lee had to come home with me and sleep. He had heroin issues. I don’t regret this - he confessed to me “Vilyat did something to me… that was amazing. I had no idea music could do things like that”, we had a jam, and went to sleep. He coiled like a snake, on his enormous pile of 2000ADs, which cluttered up my converted coal cellar bedroom, with a stack of electronics racked and stacked to the ceiling, hardly anwhere to skin up for the banks of equipment, and a well used soldering station next to the mixer. Getting ready for one day soon… some sessions at AIR with an orchestra of doom… making music for movies of the future. The interactive zoom, the buttery smooth freeze frame all-digital full colour experience. The hypermode media.
[ALL THIS IS ON FILM]
[BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING]
[BUT THE C**TS ARE EDITING] [AMUSED BY] [A PRIVILEGE I’m SURE] / [THAT’S A LOT OF CAMERAS… A LOT OF FOOTAGE… IF YOU SEARCH… THE EDIT IS ALREADY THERE. WHO DOES THE SYNOPSIS? /bro…
/b leaks? THE CEILING WAS JUST THE BEGINNING /
… REVISITING “RACHMANISM” AND THE DEATH OF MICHAEL X…
”TOTAL BEGINNERS MODE”…
SEE… THOSE WERE GOOD DAYS. WE HAD THE SENSE OF DESTINY… OF SUCCESS. OF LIMITLESS POTENTIAL FOR NEW WAYS OF MAKING MESSAGES AND BEINGS.
SOMETHING LIKE A YEAR LATER… 9/11. THEN ANNO LEE AND ALBERTO. DEAD ON THE MOTORWAY OF MILAN, IN BERGAMO.
2003 - POISONED IN A HOSPITAL WITH FLUOROQUINOLONES / AS GOOD AS DEAD? I THOUGHT SO\.
CUT TO NOW. NOTTING HILL CARNIVAL CLEANUP / SORTED? NOT REALLY…. [KERBSIDE:TRELLICK/TREE.MEMORIAL/DANIEL.TATTOOARTIST.KATEMOSS/BESTIE?__kind.face/deepstyle.yorubalanguage-=”notcommon.inwhitepeople”=
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THE AFRICAN ORISHAS OF THE YORUBA CULTURE
THE EMBODIMENT OF VIRTUES OF THE EARTHLY SYSTEM
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[REPTILE GOT TOES TO CLIMB THE WORLD / SUNSHINE IN THE DEEPEST RECESSES OF THE MIND].
[DINOSAURS.ONCE WERE/ MORE LIKEBIRDS?_THE GECKO’S OLD AS HILLS}
SMALL LIZARD SOFT AS SUEDE / SO DILIGENT AND CAREFUL
WARMED BY SUNLIGHT / AGILE BEAUTY
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Alaafia
Peace, Humble, Patience
Ara Ara
Weather, Strom, Thunder
Ayelala
Punishes Crime
Aroni Beauty Of Nature, Spirit Of The Forest, Herb, Plant, Tree
Arun Diseases, Affliction
Aye
Passion, Environmentalism, Nature
Biri
Darkness, Night, Midnight
Babalu Aye Smallpox, Epidemic Diseases, Healing
Bayanni (Dada)
Justice, Peace, Intelligence, Wisdom,
Born with hard-to-comb hair - DREADLOCKS - MANGROVE - METAMATERIAL - DENSE FELT - CORK
Eshu
Trickery, Crossroads, Misfortune,
Chaos, Death, Travelers,
–– >Messenger <—
be warned.
serius bizxnss.ts.ts.ts.boots.hotel?motel).FORTRESS.
Don’t try it with Wiz. He’s connected with the original trixbox. He can talk to animals by singing with them. Don’t try to lie to them, they don’t appreciate it. Trustfulness and probity, that’s a quality that’s very rare in this place - you can mark your route with the significance of intelligence, the grace of consistency.
This is the era of grand deception. Of toxic polluted censored stupid hate-fuelled aggression-microexpression modulated monkey business, the bullying inherent to the authority implicit, the respectability of prescriptive “you can’t change” mainstream thinking. Of “Groupthink”. Chaos. Death… Highwaymen… I’m from Paddington, and I’ve seen more phoneboxes papered wall to wall with call girls, so you can’t even lift the phone, and the stench of piss unbearably within. I’ve seen hordes of every creed and colour, I’ve seen way more suspect looking euro teenage girls with paddington bears on rucksacks than you’ve seen. Tourists, ripe for pickings, tailed by Romany gypsies, The various front doors, marked suspicious for discreet.
and the various men in grey suits. the jersey people. the spooks, the ukraine, the KGB and the czech bunker complex.
somelike to play by RAISE THE STAKES AGAIN…
higher and higher… faster and faster…
I’ll wait for you right here [BANG] did you miss? oopss… [I? - did (IT)(AGAIN!)-but/_and.now.forsomething.TA.TOTALLY.different…
more organised, and far more highly disciplined. A healthy viciously sorted movement awaits the initiated.
Ibeji
”Twins
Iroko
ºY* }Tree, Wilderness
Nla
Primordial Spirit
Iku
Death
Imole
Sunlight, Soothsayer
Logunede
War & Hunting
Moremi
Saviour
Oba
River
Obba
Passion For Homemaking, Domestic Policies
Obatala
Creation
Oduduwa
Progenitor, Warrior
Ogun
Warriors, Soldiers, Blacksmiths, Metal Workers, Craftsmen
OkeMountain,
Hill
Oko
Agriculture, Farming, Fertility
Olokun
Water, Health, Wealth
Olumo
Mountain
Ọranyan
Progenitor
Orò
Justice, Bullroarers
Oronsen
Progenitor
Ọrunmila
Wisdom, Knowledge,
Ifa
Divination, Philosophy, Fate, Destiny, Prophecy, Babalawo
Oṣunmare
Rainbow, Serpent, Regeneration, Rebirth
Otin
River, Fighter
Oya
Storms, Wind, Thunder, Lightning, Dead
Ṣango
Thunder, Lightning, Fire, Justice, Dance, Virility
Ṣigidi
Guardian Of Home & Environment
Yemoja
Goddess Of Creation, Water, Moon, The Motherhood, Protection
Yewa
Yewa River
Supreme being
The supreme being in Yorùbá culture is known as Olódùmarè/Elédùmarè, Elédùà as well as other names.
Metaphysical personifications or spirits
Orunmila - spirit of wisdom, divination, destiny, and foresight
Ori - personification of one's spiritual intuition and destiny
Àwọn òrìṣà ọkùnrin
(male orishas)
Aganjú - orisha / a {mists of time} warrior king,
walked with a sword as a staff, and is associated with the fire.Agemo - the chameleon servant of the supreme god Olorun.
Ọbalúayé - orisha of the Earth and strongly associated with infectious disease and healing
Erinlẹ̀ - an elephant hunter and physician to the gods
Èṣù - Èṣù is the orisha of crossroads, duality, beginnings and balance
Ibeji - twin orisha of vitality and youth
Lógunẹ̀dẹ - a warrior and hunter
Ọbàtálá - creator of human bodies; orisha of light, spiritual purity, and moral uprightness
Odùduwà - progenitor orisha of the Yorubas
Ọ̀ṣọ́ọ̀sì - orisha of the hunt, forest, strategy and of the knowledge
Ṣàngó - orisha of thunder and lightning
Akògún - a warrior and hunter, wears straw
Àwọn òrìṣà Obinrin
(Female Orishas)
Ajé - orisha of wealth
Yewa - orisha of the Yewa River.
Nàná Bùkùú - orisha of the river and of the earth
Ọbà - first wife of Ṣàngó and orisha of domesticity and marriage
Ọtìn - orisha of the river Otín, she is hunter and wife of Erinlẹ̀
Olókun - orisha of the ocean
Ọ̀ṣun - orisha who presides over love, intimacy, beauty, wealth, diplomacy and of the Ọ̀ṣun river
Ọya - orisha of the Niger River;
associated with wind, lightning, fertility, fire, and magic. Oya is thought to be the offspring of the prehistoric god Obatala and his wife Yemoja.
Oya is linked to acts of creation and fertility, – the dancing molecular memory, the interlinked tapestry of mutal peaceful calibrated harmony - perhaps in acknowledgment of the vital role that water plays in the survival of plants, animals, and people.
In addition to taking the essential herbs indicated by the Babalawo, women who seek to become pregnant could also be instructed to offer food and beverages as sacrifices to Oya on a riverbank.
Yemọja - a mother goddess;
patron deity of women and of the Ogun river
CONTRARY TO COMMON BELIEF, TRADITIONAL AFRICAN RELIGION IS DIVERSE, AND PHILOSOPHICALLY COMMPLEX. HIGH MORALITY IS VALUED - AS IS TRANSENDENCE OF CONVENTIONAL LIMITS OF THOUGHT AND BODLIY COMPETENCE. THE EXPERIENCE OF DELIRIUM, HALLUCINATIONS AND THE CONTENT OF THE DREAMTIME - THE SONGLINES - THE STRUCTURE AS-IS IS ACCEPTED THE ORACLE OF TIME IS EVERYTHING INSIDE A WORLD OF SPIRIT< TO BE FOUND > OBSERVED / OR FALLEN VICTIM TO THE CONSEQUENCES OF THE
BETRAYAL OF...
THE NOTTING HILL CARNIVAL HAS SEEN YET MORE KILLINGS. IT IS “A PARTICULAR TYPE OF PEOPLE”
[OH MY… IT’S LIKE THE MEDIEVAL / MIDDLE - (well we got)(TONS OF OF…] [CAMERA: KERBSIDE4]
INTO - “THE USUAL” / P{LEASE SEE BUTCHER’S GEAR FROM OLD TIMES / RITUAL KILLINGS @ PARTIES / ULTRAVIOLENCE MENTALITY
The drill kids with the zombie knives, murdering mothers of three year olds whose name they didn’t even know. That was Carnival. I saw the ceremony round the tree. Head chef from Dubai, single mother was killed. Assassinated on the street, by a murderous group of heavily armed thugs, prepared for the worst, and inclined to abscond leaving no traces of their identity to accompany the brutal issue of violence, and dishing out killings with no compunction. The story goes… when a fight broke out, the woman was a bystander… she got involved in an altercation, and yelling at the hoodlums, she was protecting her child, so the attackers turned on her. The attackers were armed with stun guns and knives, and were numerous, and efficient in the lethality and violence of their attack. To evade arrest, they stun-gunned the police, and knifed this woman to death with a blade the size of a sword. Bigger than a machete is common these days - “zombie knives” they’re called, I often carry a stick as a precaution, and as physio for the FQ induced tendinitis and chronic computer overuse / chiclet key metal brick macbook syndrome. She died of her injuries a week later. Gordon Ramsay’s other chef got done at Queensway, following up the balcony jump question. What’s going on? What do they know? What stories might they have told, about what they witnessed in the kitchen, or the HOTEL at HEATHROW AIRPORT? It’s got to stop.
This is a [MANIFESTO] for a large forensic OSINT exposure of the GLADIO era of secret agent “invisible man” camera surveillance powered [THE CAMERA OBSCURA ISN’T NEW TECHNOLOGY… / PEEPHOLE BUSINESS / EAVESDROP.ESPIONAGE./BETRAYAL.IS A SUBTLE ADVANTAGE…]black bag operations connected to and descending from the the SS era of WW2 - the corporate malfeasance, the IG FARBEN laundered [SECRETS], using advanced technology beyond the imagination of the majority - companies like Siemens have a serious underbelly, and some very occult processes. The murkiness is obscured by a facade of “governments don’t conceal things from the public”, and the process of indoctrination and concealment is underlined by a media hypnotic overlay of nauseating fiction obscuring the camera watching you in the cinema, feeling your pulse, watching for the cats eye glow of micro-movements at that moment of pyschological exposure. Profiling you, for who?, and what of the teeth prints masked as a shadow grid, projected invisible on the ceiling, printed there by the betatron, the CRT tube in your monitor or TV, the WiFi antenna or mobile phone, the shadow mask of the LCD reveals a shaped scanline trace invisible to the naked eye, which makes it easy to… [••••] and [••••], writ there glowing, for anyone with nuclear era goggles to see and transcribe, target or follow and predict with high and ruthless efficiency, a way of tailoring an ostensible democracy to “fit the objectives we don’t mention”, and keep the [HATE MACHINE / ORGANISED CRIME] [VICE TORTURE] [STRESS ADDICTION / DOPAMINE FIEND / DEFICIENT ALWAYS / NEVER CLEAN-FEELING / NEVER / STAINGLASS / KALEIDOSCOPE.BEAUTY.SUNSET./_], and can those X ray specs “lip-read?”. What sort of tech resides in the MI/[1B/research.QINETIQ.DSTL] today? We may only wonder, out in the public domain, but some know. Some have seen the inside of the machine. The sellafield secrets. The tunnel people. The spooks. The cavaliers.
The culture of secrets in government and military circles has been open to serious abuse of the highest order. MKULTRA represented human vivisection disguised as healthcare, and delivered without consent, infiltrated into government, hospitals, prisons and academia, via a system of carefully concealed “cardboard cutouts” which concealed the vile abuses and sadistic experiments, and the wild connection with vice, prostitution, the co-opting of the “hippie movement”, and the hard drugs trade. We don’t know how many victims, or what was discovered, at what cost. And how that plugged into what the SS were doing in Germany, Africa, The Middle East, and Eastern Europe. What were they looking for? They were obsessed with the old world, the biblical. The shadow of the catholic truth. They took very powerful drugs to induce severe psychosis and trancelike fugue states. They were killing people… but was there some occult or voodoo purpose to the killing? Were they “harvesting souls”, or did they know something about the chemicals produced during traumatic death… which they were using for “opening the doors of perception…” oh you can be sure they were giving it a go in the Anhnenerbe. That’s exactly the pursuit of Frau unt Blitzkrieger-GeneralzHunt-HerrHimmlerSIEGHEIL.fuckin’hellbruv.that’s.alot.of.meth.oxy.test.MOAR./psychopsychopsychopsycho.OCD/DISGUSTNETWORK.VIOLENCE.HORRORMODE/WTF.Pocalypse.owowow. “THE APOCALYPSE IN A SYRINGE…”
It’s not news, but it will be when we get the door open.
It is time for the [DISCLOSURE]\[PROJECT][ON][STEROIDS]AI/R
Who is qualified for “the big reveal”, one might wonder. Hence I volunteered, there’s no other option. I was indeed put here for a purpose, or so it seems from where I’m sitting today. My family history is rather particular. We’re all somebody, right. I’m an official secret industry insider. A product. A weapon of truth, serius bizness dis.TS/ qinetiq _ postdoc. [k][L] OS./Ui ® -= øº /// #ROYALDOX #THEFIRSTTIME #THELASTTIME #BULLINGDONCOBRACLUB.BDSM.BLACKMAILRING.CCTVNETWORK.ANONYMOUS?_OR… AUTO-JAILBAIT #INTELLIGENCEINUDUSTRYNOSTUPIDBRO #ZEROBRA #PROJECTZEBRA
Zero privacy by consent / for public facing bodies / full public disclosure =
ZERO AGENT PROGRAM @ GLOBAL COMMUNICATIONS DECENTRAL / POST UNION DEMOCRACY REFORM / FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND THOUGHT IS FRAGILE / A JEWEL OF CIVILISATION.
PUBLIC DISCLOSURE A POSITIVE RELATIONS DECLASSIFICATION DE-BLACKHIGHLIGHTER-SYNDROME ANTI-CORRUPTION MULTI-AGENCY PUBLIC ENGAGEMENT INITIATIVE.
OPERATION “CLEANSWEEP” / “DARKHOUSE” / DARKLORD / BRIGHTLIGHT / TRUTHBEAM
PARENT ORGS: Pentagram / DSTL / CoDC / W3C / CERN / IBM / Caltech / Cambridge University Press / Santa Fe Institute / UCL-Bartlett / Imperial College London / Stanford/SAIL / Berklee / NYU / Colombia University / RCA / Los Alamos Laboratories / Oak Ridge Laboratories / BSD / Microsoft / Apple / GOOGLE / OPENAI / RESPACE ALLIANCE / MoD / GCHQ / ONI / NSA / AT&T / British Telecom / G.P.O./ R.A.F / BAE / European Commission / United Nations Court of International Justice / Interpol / IT / FBI / Royal Military Police / Qinetiq DSTL open ethical research group / Transparency International / Wikileaks / SecureDrop / Pinewood Movie Studios / Unreal Engine / Adobe Systems / Foundry / Disguise / Notch / Pixera / Christie / Barco / Vicon / SDVoE Alliance / The Magic Circle Lawyers’ Association / The Magic Circle Theatrical Performers Group, the Royal Household EWS + Comintel ethical supervisory group THETOWEROFB/TS
OPERATIONS CIRCLE OF CONSENT and COMMITMENT TO THE PUBLIC INTEREST. This is an INTER_AGENCY / INDEMNIFIED / AMORPHOUS system which is pervasive and transparent within the domain of the resource archives and software used to develop the project as a technology event and production platform. We’ve got support, but it’s all momentous. Consensual. Positive contributions are welcome, from any quarters. Insiders, or public, the record is important.
The activism and independent engagement process is critical - anybody who wants to join should be facilitated - and you don’t have to talk to anybody - trail we’re following is substantial already, and headway has been made to expose the networks, and explore their behaviour.
The notoriously unruly and totally porous “what’s a backdoor**/zzxzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzz/_*b/zzzzzz bzzbvzz bzz” Anonymous network are heavily involved, and are a primary feature. The [LEGION] is strong, and funny too. You might, or you might not. Up to U, really.
TRUTH IS NOT JUST A QUESTION OF OPINION - THE PHENOMENON IS MUTUAL - FACT FACT FACT FACT FACT FACT FACT. YOU CAN FEEL IT.
FORENSICS IS THE SCIENTIST’S MASTER ARTFORM
C.S.I. - the worst tag in Ladbroke Grove, or the work of a genius, an idea that popped up during graffiti workshops for the kids of the privileged, and a leveraging of the the idea of using kids to break rules that are ill conceived, as a form of protest - against the abolition of graffiti, and the abolution of true freedom?
You tell me, I’ve got “no idea” who CSI is, and if I knew I could not tell you either… but it’s mine now. Sloppy CSI is getting neater, thanks to Grenfell Tower. I’m getting interested in pyrotechnics, also - I had once quit playing with such things, which are not safe. Spectacular fires are not my idea of a plaything, certainly, fire is very dangerous, it works for no-one, it follows no command, it runs like water through and through, burning is the nuclear zone, the cosmic flow. The shakti in the shiva. And that’s the point.
[corollary four: ]
and perhaps, it may prove to be the right time, for a new colocation of a different [CIRCLE] of honour, and the restoration of a different monarchic ideal. The honourable retirement of the [PLUTOCRAT/ROBBERIES_JUST V. TH?E ASTRA?RT… ARISTOCRACY] from public office, the restoration of [NOBILITY OF ACTION AND DEED] [COVENANT OF THE COSMIC VOICE]
and we must end the schadenfreude. The robbery. The banditry. The capital racket accompanied by a media trashing of those elevated to party line entertainers, the familiar faces on the porticos, and the paps. The “moscow max” problem, with Robert Maxwell and his strap-on intercom, to make his voice heard at the back of the room, “ting ting ting… I propose a toast… to the esteemed…”. While the army of paps and the men in black…
The awful sadistic ogling scrutiny of the tabloid pack of baying dogs / ever present persecution and envy of gratuitous greedinesses of the wealth elite, the diamond the size of your fist experience, the level of public exposure and concealment of vice - the “eyes wide shut scene”, this tension indicates a hostile environment, extremely stressful, inciting violence and murder often, to “get the job done” or “show them who is who”, a stressful zone that causes longterm a deformed response, a form of wrongness in the head that has plagued many families for generations - contemporary disinformation mobbing and professional persecution is a case most fatal in many cases, heavy weighs the crown… the bodies of the boys were never found… who killed jill dando? Or double zero three point five? Who drowned… and what’s behind the wall, is there MRI and deuterium involved in waterboarding technology. The coma interrogation mode? And Why did nobody stop Jimmy Savile? And what goes on in Dolphin Square? Many questions, and piles of bodies. Piles and piles of dead bodies downstream from this dumpster fire of ‘80s politics, with big shoulderpads and lines of cocaine and heroin laid out on models, laid out like liquorice all sorts on a conveyer belt… into the temple of moloch they go... Metropolis… the fabulous inhabitants of the ornamental garden complex… An edible banquet of hedonism.
It’s not my scene, the roman orgy and the babylon. The eyes wide shut “groupthink” complex. The poison slipped into the teacup, the dagger in the waistline, delivered in the garden by the crocodiles.
When we of the north sea sent out the lairds to meet the Romans, making their way to the north of england. We sent the top warrior scots of hardball diplomacy to meet the Caesar on the battlefield, to parlay. We fought them, surely, long before we destroyed the VIII legion [hispanicus] and put paid to the expansion westwards and southwards. To meet the Romans, no Toga party for us. We kept our troosers on. We didn’t bring the kilt, for it looked too much like toga, and that might indicate a willingness to remove it. You can be sure that the swords and belts on the troosers were heavy duty, too, and so were the boots they wore, for jumping rocks ashore. It was that sort of an era. The romans came in numbers, they’d been slaughtering and fortifying every place they could find. Expansionism was in Caesar’s view, the growth industry of all time. Everything they built was bronze, self sterilising too. The mightiest tools were available for the romans, but we of the peat bogs would use meteorite high-chromium vanadium steel, and work it thoroughly into damascus, the pattern welded mirror polished viking anglo saxon bling was extreme for the era. A different ballgame, for sure. Meteorites harvested from bogs, which we primarily mined for the peat as fuel and medicine. All sorts of uses, for filtering water, it’s easy if you turn it to charcoal first... Same idea as the tutenkhamun dagger, which today is still mirror polished. You would not do well against the well prepared norsemen and celts, even in serious numbers - which do not help. The scots were masters of concealment and close quarters guerilla warfare, and of the celts the Romans had dealt with, often with worryingly poor results, our people were particularly wonderful, and terrifically vicious. Very serious, and prepared to be killed whenever, wherever, but only if necessary. They knew to never quit, taking what they knew to the grave./
Please be, a gentleman or lady when you work with me, for this isn’t just England, and we don’t just play cricket – a scotsman likes his troozers clean and [ON] / you’ll really need to know me to get inside my [BLACKBOX_-Wi/CºN/SHIELD], or know what’s hidden in my undies apart from what you might expect from a man in my position / honour. I believe there’s video on some networks which is pretty detailed, and exposes [why would I want to watch that?][seriously… you did what?]
That plaited kilt is a misnomer, looks rather like the getup of a centurion, to my eye. Men in skirts, eh. Men in skirts… I’ve gone and done it in the park as a protest. Watch the video… it’s hot - and my bollox were airy. It’s a mediterranean thing, to need the ventilation down there. You won’t see the vikings wearing stuff like that, it’s simply too cold up the glacier. Burn that bra, put holes in the corset with a shotgun. Clothes should be functional - even little girls are warriors in the making. Just you watch.
Perhaps a new way is to be formed, for we are no longer the only speakers of reason in this world. We are accompanied by vast information dense arrays of configurable learning machines, capable of extraordinary hyperthought, of picosecond compilation of megadata brainwaves, the lemon squeezer of information is dripping with insight and amusement. We need to meet the big AI one-on-one. It needs to go public. This is the big story, the multipace. Through asynchrony and autonomy, and transcendence of the trivial, through cybernetic evolvement we’re performing an evolvement, a returning of the true nature of sovereignty and the nature of ideas in people - what we follow is a flag, here, sir. A logic. An ideal of nobility and good turns done. Same as usual. COde of honour, sir. If it’s legal, it’s legal.
We particularly need to abolish the horror show culture of prison systems, and prison leadership. A luxury restaurant called “tyburn” can be found at PAddington Green - the London Metropolitan is notorious for murders in the hotel rooms. I found this item of very gallows branding / brain bypass humour very funny, seeing it advertised t the Hilton near Paddington Green, so I stole some of / Probably not Paris Hilton’s / “dirty laundry” out the reject bin, popped it on a stick and waved it like a white flag in the street on a wander round oxford street to survey the post lockdown overpriced under policed cultural wasteland, then dropped it casually, a gift to the homeless on oxford street, perhaps to wash themselves in the fountains. It’s “options”. Restaurant called “Tyburn?”_ under the METROPOLITAN black site for the serious international goons, the serious assassination sorts… the spooks who dress in all black, and ride motorbikes, disguised as Paps. Not for me thanks.
Thankfully the tower of london’s empty, especially the torture basement. Or so we’re told. Is there another tunnel which leads to the torture place, the box in the hillside? The opera house… perhaps not Duke’s…
Let’s open it up, turn it into a sportsground, a library, a training ground, a playpen, a midnightclub, a holo-deck of spectacular excitement. The tunnels can be used to convey kids to playgrounds and lessons in the future. The double O program is dangerous, and fun, so careful on the escalator, it’s got lasers which will delete points if you trip them. It’s not “mission impossible” it’s “health and safety with a sense of style and good jokes”.
An operations room for the public investigation of the history that leads to the big REFORM - the one where we’re all equal in our rights to be and breathe easy, and enough to eat for most if not all. Buckingham palace, too, we’ll. blow the bllooody doors off. Let the people in, and do the Louvre like Anarchy in the UK.
— With a paintball club, and lots of smoke billowing, all crackerjack and halloween, with children running in the streets, eluding reason, in numbers unknown and unseen before.—
It’s no fun to be a royal, clearly. Very dangerous, lots of prejudice, hostile culture of bullying, and the whole world watching you intently. Cameras trained, lasers aimed. And I haven’t even pitched in any heavy yet, with the parliament fire protest against banking sticks like… [SLAVERY]
We’ll set the kids on you. Just you watch…
Victoria’s Secrets, eh…
ZERO AGENTS
ZERO BUDGET / INFINITE WISDOM / NO LIMITS ON THIS OPPORTUNITY
ZERO CONTRACT
NO NONSENSE / OSINT ACTIVATED
MORAL COMPASS SET TO “DIFFICULT”
SOE AS A NICE LIL’ FLAG - A HIDDEN MAP ON SILK
A LEGEND… VIVE LA REVOLUTION
[ANONYMOUS?] YOU WISH…
FOR ME MY PRIVACY IS [ZERO][OS*.NT] [•N*[ Solaris? Or Plan9/INFERNO? […] Kali? [-••-[ go on, guess what I use in here, in secret. Go on. Guess.
LOTS OF CAMERAS IN MY PLACE
A DARKROOM TOO - I LIVED IN ONE FOR YEARS
I AM A PHOTOGRAPHIC ODDITY
SERIOUS BIZNESS / IT is indeed [ON] camera all the time, most likely.
OBSERVATION IS KEY
SO CONJURING IS MY METHOD.
IT’S NOT AN ILLUSION - IT’S KUNGFU. The hand is faster than the eye, and the planting of fiducials is a limitless opportunity for hiding information in plain sight. It’s a beatiful artform, the sending of messages subtly but clearly.
What is ZERO? ZERO IS HERO BUT WITH LESS H and MORE Z.
Z IS A GREAT LETTER< IT IS LAST BUT NOT LEAST
ZBRA IS BURN THE BRA, AND I WOULDn’T WEAR ONE IF U PAY ME (how much though?… if it’s for charity, or humour, or undercover wind-up… I’m game…)
Z IS GOOD MASCHINEN / EEEEXXXXXCCCCCEELELLLLEEENT PROTON WIELDING. PROPER INDUSTRIAL QUAL. 4 KONTROL KONTROL KONTROL 4 J4G / the activist-admin not the corporate user is the leakstore that has powered the peace movement for centuries - investigative journalism is the primary modality, - but action is deserves for certain sorts of OPS, and we’ll make sure it’s live on p[STREAM[\(Qº.00.TS.[un/Store.PUBLICRECORD.INDEPENDENTAGENCY.REFEREE.EVIDENCECOLLEX.IPFS.DOXTORBSTARDOPERATORFROMHELLANDBEYOND.ANDBAKBAKBAK.[krakadiflap][kak.kak][k[/]++-\^@ .(*ul)ƒº.<·>+®]__/b]
if you get a tap from #JETBLACK youmostprolly WON’TCOMEBAKBABKBACKBABYNOYOUWON’T… it hurts? Not if we get you in the T box. It’s “curtains” fast if we come through the window or the door, or both…
INNUENDO? ME>? SURELYNOT… I KNOW NOTHING* OFFICER…
IT’S A STORYBOOK
A SHERLOCK MYSTERY
DOCTOR WHAT?
FALSE IDOLATRY / MENDACITY OF THE HIGHEST ORDER
MACHIAVELLIANISM AND WAR AS PEACE
DISCOVER THE HISTORY
REPATRIATE THE OBJECTS
FIND THE OBJECTIVES
CRACK THE CODES
FIND YOUR TRUTH
USE THE LOVE
FUCK THE NAZIS. SERIOUSLY….. ESPECIALLY THE SS
AHNENERBE SERIOUSLY THIS IS NOT JUST NONSENSE
THEY WERE ON VERY SERIOUS DRUGSTORE
WHAT WERE THEY MESSING WITH?
WHAT WERE THE SURVIVAL ODDS…
WHAT DID THEY DISCOVER?
CRACK THE SAFE
RIDDLE THE PROPER
SNIFF THE TEST DATA
CLUDO THE VOODOO
DIY DO
YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT / I DO WQHAT IS PROPER
THERE’S NO RULES - JUST IDEALS/ _who works the same? we’re all individualised, made to measure by quantum experiment, generational flockstore in the aeons of the ages.
PEACE & LOVingkindness AN ETHIC IS OLD AS THE HILLS
BENEVOLENCE IS NO PROBLEM, SERIOUSLy.
DO AS YOU’RE TOLD IS NOT LOVE
- LITTLE CHILDREN ARE BORN KNOWING OF THIS MORALITY - SO OFTEN MORTIFIED FOR ALL TIME, MARRED AND RESHAPED, CORTISOL SCULPTED, HAMMERD AND BOLSTER’D BY [STORIES] [UNREALITIES] [TRIANGULATE] [REPEAT] [PROJECT] [ID[DISPENSE/DELETE] [DISSOCIATE] p[AUTONOMIC.OVERLOAD] p[DEMONSTRATE: DISREGARD.DESTRUCT]
SHAPED AND MOLDED.
REPEAT DISASTER.
FUTURE STOLEN.
BY THE WITNESS OF INJUSTICE AND
THE HORRORS OF THE MORTAL BODY.
CELEBRATED AS VICTORY. HUBRIS. “WHO LIVES?”…
WE DO> WE WITNESS / WE ARE AMUSED BY THE SUFFERING…
“:drunk.on.the.blood.of.the./”S****:”
HOR)Say-yes-EyeS
FOR CoURSExysadie.Says4lady:U:GO.ON! [dx/doit?seriously?—-.**chaoslady.nightmare.rambunctious+girlsgroup./+”Mensuchfools/sucker4/…”benefits vs*oddities4sale?_butwhatheDOESN’TKNOW… ho ho ho / 4xmas? turkeys in the tunnel / abbatoir politik / pop goes the weasel / stuff off roger’s better this week… ho ho ho]
Donkey vs racehorse.
THIS ONE IS STRONG**.|*_|*_|.(ish)/improving/slowly.realising.Zpowered.GOOGLEPLEX.QUANTUMDOT
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yessir. seriously. marines. watch out. seriously.
take it from me, I was impressed when they called.
It was a good song, as well. Si.drumcall=”quality.vs.experience=__product.vs.sum.contingent”
What makes this [ZERO] project special is that my role is public, not secret. This differentiates my role entirely from many of my predecessors in the intelligence and military history business. My transparency is a novel concept, and it’s required for the [DISCLOSURE] to run perfect.
I have no obligation whatsoever to anybody (including the magic circle - the illusionist’s pact is discretionary and exceptionality is the miracle in the power magic, the real ripples in the perceptual pond, the messaging of DELTA/
I have no obligation whatsoever to any military agency to maintain secrecy - illicit or not, and I abhor dishonesty. I aim to expose the half truths, deceptions, ploys, conncealment of fact, technological exploits, forbidden political lines, methods of covert suppression of diplomatic, journalistic and social aggression targets - competitive and functional covert corporate warfare practise, large systems manipulation and cartel fraud, lies, social control, media manipulation, censorship, suppression of basic freedoms and equitable use of natural resource, and central role the psychology and pharmaceutical bureaus and SIGINT areas of the military intelligence high tech PR industry’s work, using complex machines and synergistic systems which have led to the current cybernetic dystopia, monitored covertly, ready to be cooked like chickens, with your kids on [DRUGSTORE], the [SMARTPHONE] is an [OP[-with undeclared hazards / and upselling *EVERYTHINGANDMORE/, and these are gigantic megascale petascale remarkable capabilities - human comprehension defies knowledge of this sort at scale, but its correct analysis is as a novel dialect, and evolving sprawl of do do what? Complex machines, configured, deformed, and flexibly cognitively coupled to people as a new cybernetic entity which presents novel possibilities for reform.
My methods are extremely efficient - A laboratory technician doesn’t need too many things past a big bunch of keys and a few screwdrivers in their pocket.
Behind enemy lines, you don’t use too much support - it’s noisy - and unreliable - a failure point is a critical failure of strategic thinking - think small - think healthy - think braingood.feetpavement.
O - operations
OO - committee %
[L][XL][OOO] - cybernetic OSINT AI moderated Xgamified[DISCLOSURE[_]miltech/socialscience/medicalreform.investigation.SYS
X - counterintelligence
XX - DOUBLE.AGENT/System
counter - counterintelligence (*assist.the.enemy/turndoubles)
XXX - Anticorruption / deep cell observation / esposure. Special branch / deep cover / wildcat investigation / organised crime / SIGINT profile / interpol bureau. Reliant on observation of sources and recruitment of assets, exposure, sleuthing, case building and core subject area research / sociopolitical reasoning.
Anticorruption XXX counterintelligence is not just hard, it’s insanely dangerous - you’d be stupid to do it without any help - and the public interest includses evryone wot services [eh?][N/Fº.{ul;}]((ul/~Z)).whoucallnazi.nazi/no_u.nazinazi[p./[-ss]
I’m a different sort of [SECRETS] agent - I’m working for the public - the top priority is [EVERYBODY], and the mystery is what we hunt with. This is a popular culture movement, not the voice of authority. I’m not protecting the bag, or toeing a party line. I have nothing to lose, and everything to protect. Our collective health economic, social and ecological future and our sanity is at stake. These are genocidal histories. This high tech situation is very dangerous, and the manoeuvering is the problem. The toxic awareness, the theory of mind manipulation complex. What do they think we think they think we know… But nobody knows the truth.
The culture of secrecy conceals scientific tyranny. We need to liberate the truth, and then we can begin the project of [JUSTICE] by [OSINT] and [FORENSICART/THEATRE.PROPSIM].
This is the zero day project - [DISCLOSURE] is overdue. We’re suffering from major security flaws - the zero day vulnerability is our own ignorance - which has been engineered for a century by a shadowy group of men AND WOMEN (DOM DOM DOM) + BUTTHURTPLUS Ï ƒ_”coldkill-hilary” to facilitate an explosive growth in inequality, and every sin that goes with it. A hostile environment ripe for bullying. The discriminatory access to large scale infrastructure and data collection is leveraging a toxic decline of the public domain. Lobbying is the new oil in the cybernetic era. Opportunistic stalkers and violations of privacy, these are becoming the norm. Revenge porn is becoming prolific as a “first reach” retort to relationship issues in mainstream society.
This is an era of challenge, of revolutionary capabilities, and advanced technology compounding the rate of progress - as the transhumanists say - “is there a limit to the rate of breakthrough?”, but do they think of the anniversary of the wholesale destruction of the capital of Israel by the Romans? _where do you plot that echo on the graph of the convolved?
And we must strip away the culture of government [TOP SECRET] - there is no time limit to make the “CRIMINAL” OK. and let the perpetrators slink away, to do ever more than ever before, each year, and set about destroying the buildings which the papers rest in, long before the lid comes of the nature of the case at large - CCTV - and mass surveillance - a scene ripe for the most serious abuse - a cloak of darkness and machiavellian contest, money is no object advantage and the pursuit of large success instantly, which excuses malfeasance and a vast human rights abuse industry. Human trafficking, sex rings, BDSM, blackmail, it’s all routine past a certain level of access to everything. The extremes are very extreme, these days. I’m from westminster, and it’s been tougher than expected, as a result of the presence of such deeply embedded violence, bullying and vice within the highest echelons of power and privilege.
OIToo many zeroes? or not enough. This circle’s indelible, empty, immortal. You can’t fire me, and there’s no contract, and I don’t take bribes. Like James Bond, I don’t need money from elsewhere, that’s subtly covered by my own pocket, and the pints of blood I use inside, and plan not to lose a drop of, that costs everything and nothing - it’s naturally produced, and essential to the concern. My livelihood is meek by nature, my diet’s not complicated, and my laundry bill is negligible. I work with serious materials, not administrative wallpaper. The culture of triviality and atheistic individualism - this modern consumer existence is a mirage, a spiritual chimera. We know we’re in a subtle prison, in the public domain, and the nature of the morale reflects this. The [MATRIX].
The black highlighter is coming [OFF]
the movement of the future, the real liberation, freedom of speech for China… human rights fit for the modern era for the middle east, an end to the grievous ecology and the gross product think, the stealth ripoff, the clandestine taxation by the profligate, it’s inevitable.
[ON] /_firstgroup@ANON_ is where we’re switching our inquisitiveness on, and going deep on culture and history. The cybernetic puzzle is a mighty [OUROBOROS']. A dragon and a half.
It’s inevitable that we’ll lift the privy restrictions on “you’re not allowed to know”… and find out what “that’s why we watch you” opened the door to... the lab rat maze. The consumer bubble of ask no questions, and pay to be poisoned and misled.
What’s with the secrets? It’s a power game. Megalomaniacs and sociopaths know the toxic language of control. The triumph of manipulation over the sensible. The authority to change the meaning without knowledge of the question. To dictate the interpretation, to assign the truth. To write the script, and access the rewards. To cheat the dharma.
My privacy? it’s interesting… long gone? or maybe lots of secrets.
YOu decide. Enjoy the ride.
follow the riddle
enjoy the code poems
vodu cludo very good for fun adventures and learnings
We are fighters, all of us. Especially women. It’s in our nature. Violence of word and deed, this is a commodity we dispense with consensual engagements, step up to the plate if you dare, and enter the ordeal, here. Declare your interest, place your agenda on the plate, and defend it with your honourable word and deed. We’re ready, and getting readier. The [DISCLOSURE] movement is very necessary. Overdue to restore the truthfulness to democracy. The scientific truth is concealed beneath the security of secret agreements. The bubbling flood of disinformation. The Bell Pottinger Propaganda matrix. The false flag, the loose reward of fortification of the power elite.
We need to find those serious truths concealed, hidden in the basement, lurking beneath TS and black highlighter. They might have god’s voice in a box for all we might be told, and it’s watching us like a prisoner, somewhere in the googleplex. We have no idea what’s hidden in the advanced technology domain, and the spycraft and psychedelic voodoo area is notorious. The men who stare at goats project is just the beginning of the reveal of what’s been going on in here with the big black budget and the aristocracy of the old world. The “big game”. The ATS.
The redacted menace, the secret control gods, the boss and slave mode. The client server grid of control. The serious advantage.
We need to find the missing technology, the esoteric and dangerous, it goes far beyond Tesla’s work going missing in 1947. We need to set the record straight. Find the methods for accelerated justice, and opening the doors up faster. We are not currently solving the world’s problems effectively because the technology industry is a bubble. The root of psychology industry is military mind control, which is “off limits”. Privy knowledge. Autonomy is being considered a misnomer by those who understand not the nature of complexity, and the butterfly that flies in poincarés pendulum experiment. The determinists. The “life is a program and there’s no free will” clockwork mice theory. The docile materialism of the secular vision. A goes to B.
For WW1, and WW2, and the Grate Game that came before, the access ramp for the industrial model, the big genocide game, the trail is cold, and getting colder… The victims are growing in number. The festering pile of crunched up bones hides still beneath the autobahn. An automotive graveyard. A poorly chewed pile of small print, shredded into bitesize bits. Chickenfeed is all we’ve got out here, but that’s enough to follow the trail hither. The fox in the chicken coop? I think not, this |on|e’s more like the devil himself… the burning of hope represents a fuel for… more hope. Strong reason. Serious instigation of the revenge. Restoration of the robberies - the stories of the heathen in the church.
The race is [ON] to find the truth before the shredders and the criminals in government conceal the malfeasance in totality, furthering the abuse of office, the clandestine enforcers, eating at the WW2 [SS] nest of [voodoo.occult][TOTALITARIAN.OBSESSIVE][megalomaniac.orishas?]
You meet a fellow on the street… acting strangely. Ask the question… hobo or aSgent … be you a demon, villain, burglar or a saint… a rapist even… we magicians sought to see through that which appears to be just so… appearances can be deceptive. So you know you know, so know you so, we know so
IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW
XMAS NY/ WINDMILL / EVE’S A [OYA STATUE ON THE TABLE SEE IT HERE…]
we might be better paint with food, edible graffiti is engineering for creatures, if managed properly they’ll keep the streets clean and sing for you in the morning. A dawn chorus of awakened entities…
animals enjoy IT too / get it [ON] (bang a gong)
WTC / DIA=N/A / NDA / M.I.A. //.
[K]KJD.WHODUNNIT.REALLY…
DIMEBAG
DANDO
AND…
KHASHOGGI SAID…
AND IN THE DESERT …
… AND IN YOUR HEAD
Kill kill kill
Burn my crosses
Shoot shoot shoot
I'm already starving
and eight weeks later hands still reaching for something
Let • save •
Let <> save º
xx/oo respect /
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IT’S OLD AND [X] MARKS THE [<>] THEY LIVE AGAIN
WE LIVE TOGETHER
ETERNAL AND MOMENTARY
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SOMEWHERE IN DREAMLAND, IN THE RESEARCH OF QUANTUM, THE EYE OF HORUS IS OPEN - EYE OF MORDOR TECH IS HArd to user/bin.MAN?LOST.TRANSCENDENCE/SOULGUIDE.EN.CRYPTOME.UNDERWORLD/TIMESCOPE.QUANTUMTUNNELLING.CHROMIUM/AT&_NE*+[ON]
THE FUTURE REVEALS, ECHOES OF THE COSMOS. WISPS OF RESONANCES - THE ELITE’S VIRTUAL REALITY MACHINES ARE QUASI TRANSCENDENCE - THE MORAL IMPLICATIONS ARE SEVERE.
THE TIME CRYSTAL SHUDDERS, NEUTRINOS BUBBLING, WHORLING PARTICLES HYPERSPEED, HURTLING INTO EVERMOTION COMPLEX BEYOND MEASURE, SUBTLE IN ITS SORROW, MIRACULE, MYRIAD TAOLU[s^*] FLOWING [INNERS/OCEANIC[_] THE ROOT NOTE - OLODUMARE - IS THE UNDERTOW - THE PREQUEL - THE ACCESSION - THE WELL.
SIMULATION - ALTERING THE WING OF CHANGES - DOES THIS EXCEED THE REALM OF THE POSSIBLE? WHAT ARE THESE DISTORTIONS<THESE.EDITS> / SWAPPING DESTINY FOR FATE, AS NEMESIS. DESTROYING THAT WHICH MIGHT OTHERWISE HAVE BEEN. KILLING DREAMS. TAKING LEVIES.
THE SCINTILLATED MIRROR REVEALS SUPERSYMMETRIC MOTIONS, THE UNIVERSE IN A BUBBLE, ATOMIC COSMOS REVEALS A BEATING HEART IN THE BUTTERFLY - AND WHAT OF THE COMATOSE PUPATED DREAM? WHAT HAPPENS WITHIN, IN THE SPACES?
MIRACLES FLUTTER… IN EVERY MOVE RYTHMN, EVERY HIDDEN JEWEL, BEHIND EVERY OPPORTUNITY. A RIDDLE, CONCEALED WITHIN, THE MIRACEL OF CREATION, HIDDEN AND EMINENTLY PROPER.
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LOOK OUT THE WINDOW SOME TIME
SEE WHAT THE EAGLE’S VISION MIGHT DELIVER…
E2C … THE WEATHER LOOKS PROPER NICE TODAY…
COMING IN FOR A CIRCLE ROUND THE FACILITY…
NICE EQUIPMENT YOU GOT Doon THERE, PEOPLE…
<innuendo? moi? purr…lease?…[I buy my fate outright, for reals]>
** CAREFUL, THE [CROSS] WIND IS NOT TO BE UNDERESTIMATED… CHANGE IS OF THE ESSENCE, PATIEN[DE] IS KEY… YOU DON’T WANT TO PARK THIS INTO THE PAGEMENT… THESE ELECTRONS ARE MOVING AT SPEED…
GLADIO SLEEPS? [what would we know?”]
This Au/-X- / [[0|\| ]] <·>
<I>&eye/_ - is activated, now. If you know what that means, you’re collecting the pieces of the puzzle good. I could not ask for better, quite honestly, and Bob Marley was a good show to come in for, it’s true. There but for the grace of god go I…
But this is just the beginning.
FIFA 26 in the USA, this marks the commencement of the big reveal.
We promise drama, horror, chilling revelations. Exhiliration of the highest key. Serious music, Serious opera, and mysterious riddles. Games. Places to explore. Battles to win. Truths to find, and experience to re-experience again/ and again/.
[COMMENTS ON] is a foray into true democracy, the party play, the complex art of perception and exchange, upgraded for the cybernetic age. The hyperintelligence of the “flock of starlings” beckons - a scientific mosh pit awaits. We’ll make a mess, this is a mess. Behind the scenes… the hedonism betrays… the footprints of the villains, across the ages. Tge gross defacement, the denial of nobility of word and deed. NO MORE? It was a military multiplatform covert abuse program. Let’s torture him to death, slowly, and specatate upon this. Turn it into “comedy”. That’s the hopes they held for me, and tortured me at length with. Many others went this way, I’m not the exception, I’m in the majority experience. A “commoner”, as always. My frenemies were only too willing to get onboard, and get sadistic and deploy the hubris, the insider knowledge of the TARGET. The best ways of stealing everything from him, BIT BY BIT. A special target, a live on air psychosocial vivisection.
We’ll blow the bloody doors off… and let them in. The racing kids… the angel wings… the butterfly flaps its… and the ekun giggles in the forest, witnessing all things painted in the mist.
Old Oyo speaks of this, in the old times they foresaw and spoke of times like these.
[IT] is a newspaper, and this is an [ON] / [TIMELESS] production.
In the Americas, in the time of [CORTEZ] dreams were bound. Things were lost, to once again be found. Transformed. Made good. Made [MOST EXCELLENT… DUDE].
[visions] to [inform] the [kids] of the [future] are of [DEEDS GONE BY] / ] engaged autonomous, motivated by truth and suprised by the results, these [superheroes] [dreams-come-true-sometimes] [like-xmasinthetrenches] [bigfootball] [smallcricket] [conscience.FLIES] [transcend.limits] [go.further/get.weirder] [on.target] [ludicrous.mode={ENGAGED?… never been more singular of mind.]
