Sunday 2 August 2015

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAiQ4Hl-G58&feature=player_embedded


this morning i was to remember 'something strange' - which had happened at countyweb...the CID were watching it all 'undercover'...in short, the young woman graphic designer...who should have been taught to use a universal sign language...had not been...so what was going on there then?

well firstly, let us look at the whole situation...a young man 'an heir to the forestry industry' company...which used to be situated below countyweb and upon the groundfloor of that martlesham heath hall (countyweb was on the first floor)...he was the leader of the graphic design team...the team was composed of himself, a male friend and two women...one of whom was the young woman who..."couldn't speak properly" replies BI ONLINE...and the other one was apparently her friend...but not really, as you will see...anyway, the CIA LAB were to find out who had been responsible for the young woman's plight...however there was nothing that they could do, at the time...apart from to note down what had happened....

the graphic design team used to sit on the righthand side of the vast interior of the first floor, of that hall...and the techies used to sit to the left...and as the only 'information assistant' i was told to sit at a large desk - near to the graphic design team but seeing as i took my orders from the head of the technical department...i was rather 'out on my own'...."neither fish nor fowl" replies BI ONLINE.

i can remember catchpole being told by green tower that if countyweb wanted me to use my full talents (the sort of things that i was capable of, whilst working at the CIA LAB, whilst at green tower) then they would have to pay through the nose...catchpole was to refuse....he had other things on his mind...go figure.

anyway, the CIA LAB were also 'watching' what was going on...to note various possible causes of the young woman's affliction...which can be described as follows:

she used to speak in the following way...she used to say "ahh...ah...ahhh..." with different tonal values....without pronouncing a single syllable...or phoneme....and she didn't appear to know that she was doing this....you see the graphic design team understood her perfectly...but nobody else at countyweb, appeared to do so....

the CIA LAB were then to find out that her affliction had been caused by her female 'friend' upon that graphic design team....who had taken offence during their school days...or was it college? i forget now...at any rate...the 'witch' had then put a curse upon her...and that is why she couldn't speak properly...the witch then guarded her fiercely...as if she were a 'good friend'...which she was not, obviously not...more and more mysterious eh?

i was reminded of inga, ingabot and the ketchup bottle...you see having recently remembered the whole 'vertige' number...my swiss grandmother used to say that she suffered from 'vertige'...'vertigo'...and yet she appeared to have no problem at all in going up to the top of swiss mountains...and so one can say that somebody had told her about the medical condition 'vertigo'...i.e. dizziness attacks...brought on by "a bang on the head" replies BI ONLINE.

...i can remember mcdonald...having diagnosed what was wrong with the young woman graphic designer....saying that the CIA LAB couldn't do anything to cure her at that point in time - and we weren't sure of 'the whole thing' - was it simply a terrible mind control 'curse' or was there brain damage involved as well?....and so the whole thing was left as 'unfinished business' let us say..."one thing at a time" replies BI ONLINE...

you see the ill often drug people...and that countyweb 'witch' had drugged me 'in the workplace' at that martlesham heath hall - see previous notes....and then the ill batter their victims around the head - whilst telling them whatever it is they want them to do or 'believe' etc etc...

...inga and ingabot had done that to me in 1980 - see above...whilst inga screamed at me that helen would "catch up/ketchup"...and that in the meantime...i would be unable to read and write...the two of them battered my head until i went unconscious...concussed, basically. the next morning i was to wake up...get dressed as normal...get my sixth form books out...still horribly traumatised but under pressure to hand essays in....i then sat in the front room of 14 st bernards...until lunchtime...my mother returned home from work...i burst into tears and told her that i could no longer read...the 'words on the page' no longer made sense - she told me that i was having a nervous breakdown and that i could leave college if i wanted (she had formerly threatened me for wanting to do so - i.e. change to an art course at solihull tech)....my father then came home...he showed me an ad at the back of PRIVATE EYE...see previous notes upon it being an MI5 ad..."waiting for godot" and told me to apply...i 'knew' what it was all about and refused..."i don't want to be a spy"...he then told me to go to SELECT RECRUITMENT in solihull because if i were going to drop out of 6th form then i would have to find a job....and so within a few days...i was to find myself 'abducted' onto the MI5 RUSSIAN COURSE at powergen...having been tricked into taking on a clerical assistant post, there (on the floor that the powergen employees were refused entry - up the escalator)...and yes, by that point in time...i could miraculously 'read' again...as if nothing had happened.

...what am i saying here? well 'head injuries' appears to sum it up....i had recovered in 1980 from that ill cult attack...my mother was attacked by them on warwick campus in 1997...see previous notes upon inga and quasi-collie....battering her around the head...whilst she sat immobilised in collie's office....because she had refused to fund ingabot's phd in linguistics....inga had wanted her daughter to become a 'professor'...a bit like mike weale...see previous notes upon how the ill had managed to get that qualification for mike...anyway, my mother didn't give in...she was lucky to be able to walk away...albeit unsteadily...i can remember meeting her afterwards...she could hardly speak...her gait was slow and unsteady....her eyes nearly popping out of her head - pupils like pinpricks...i knew that something was 'wrong' but i had no idea what....after a bowl of homemade soup at my student flat...she regained the power of speech but only just...i wondered if she was all right to drive...you see i had no idea of what had just happened to her....

...tomlinson attacking me and punching my head...that was probably the most serious head injury of all, that i was to sustain....and that was to result in 'vertigo'...anyway, now i know why that is coming up again now...see previous notes upon banging my head upon the pillow and then getting a slight attack of 'the room spinning'...thankfully i haven't had another one...it was a reminder, i suppose...of what the ill do...i.e. drug you and then batter your head...in order to remember what had happened to that young woman graphic designer....

you see - her tormentor had posed as her 'best friend' at work...a bit like helen browne, i suppose....

...and the ill are still attacking me - i might add...forcing me through this ill cult game....and the only reason that i continue to do so...is because it is in my interests as well - to 'out' the whole 'eula' japanese program biznez....even though the ill cult within this country...those who stole all of my money...are continually harrassing, humilitating and ridiculing me, at every turn....and now, that they have labelled me as 'mentally ill'....well there is nowhere farther to fall, is there? apart from another physical attack...and the ill have been consistently trying to disable me...kill me off...death threats and for so many years....see previous notes.

...asking for my money back...was the one thing, that annoyed them all, the most...and so even though they will all benefit from getting out of the control of that eula japanese military program....it is quite clear that they intend to kill me off...once they have got what they want...."the aristocracy up to no good" replies MI5 ONLINE.

anyway, you might ask what that NEW YORK MAGAZINE 'cat animation' was all about, yesterday...it was a US intelligence pun around 'what had happened' to that young woman graphic designer at countyweb....along the lines of "only you can understand your cat's mewling"....which is basically what was to happen within that team...they could understand her...nobody else could do....in that countyweb office.....another 'information assistant' was recruited by the technical director...i can remember him, seated opposite to me....whispering over the desk "can you understand a word she says?" i was to whisper back....that it was better to pretend....because i had no idea of what was going on....but i wonder now...maybe that had frightened 'so-called best friend'....unnerved her a bit? in relation to a network hack, perhaps?

anyway, i can remember my network talking me through, what was to happen next...once the above 'new information assistant' had left....i.e. how to deal with the situation at countyweb...once the young woman graphic designer had changed desks, that is....to sit opposite to me, and for no apparent reason - upon the instruction of her so-called 'best friend'....she was to begin to speak to me...to chat away...and i was so upset by it all...because i could hardly understand a word...and i was trying really hard....pretending that i did understand...the first bit was easy...pleasantries...the sort of things that everybody says...when getting to know somebody..."what's your name?"...."what a lovely day!"...with a nod to the weather outside...'reading the body language' etc...but later on...it was to become impossible....and when she began to ask me one long open-ended question, in particular...and i had no idea what she was saying...and my 'guesswork answer' was wrong...i tried a 'yes' with a smile...and then a 'no' with a smile and then an "i agree..." with whatever it was.....but it wasn't a 'yes or no' question...it was open-ended..what could she be talking about?....she then laughed as if i were deaf - and said it louder...and then again...and again...until she was shouting her question at me, across the table "AHHH AH AH AHHH AHH AH" etc....and in the end - what could i do? i quickly wrote down upon a piece of paper..."i don't understand what you're saying - could you write it down, please?"...and passed it across the desk...she then ran off to the loos....her 'best friend' was to turn round...smirk in a really 'evil' way...and then tell me off for upsetting her....loudly...so that all could hear.

...what else can i say? well, the leader of the graphic design team and his friend...were to make that 'sign language' video...with the same young woman...they were trying to help her...i was to recognise her again, yesterday...upon that video about american sign language - made in 1999 as far as i know - and probably 'somewhere' in that hall....she was really bright and learned that sign language, very quickly indeed....for them to then film her....and the nail polish, i remember now - 1999...manicures weren't trendy, at that point in time...not in the way that they are now...nevertheless, she used to turn up with a different design upon her nails, almost every single day...highly artistic you see...and the detail...however, upon the video...she has done a much simpler 'paint job'...and that will be coded out too, in some way....oh i know what this is all about now...something around 'PAINT' on microsoft....opposed to the graphic design program that she had been using at the time, at countyweb..."bog-standard Paint opposed to a highly sophisticated package" replies BI ONLINE...so what was that all about, then?

you see the graphic design team used to take 'forever' to complete one website design...and they were only paid £25 per website....yet they were to take at least a week, if not more - to do 'just one' website...isn't that odd? the so-called 'best friend' used to take the longest of the lot...weeks to do just one site....yes they were writing up code...but even so....it didn't make monetary sense, did it?

...and i can remember now...the 'best friend' looking at the designs upon her victim's nails...and commenting that she would 'use it' for something....

...what else? well...having remembered the above...i can remember telling the two young men upon that graphic design team...that the 'best friend' wouldn't be working alone...i had figured that she was too young to be a top programmer...however high up, she was...."somebody in the forestry industry" replies MI5 ONLINE...on top of that...there was another connection...the 'best friend' had apparently grown up somewhere in suffolk...although she was to remind me of a russian student at shane school (although that student had been a natural blonde)...the 'best friend' had long dyed blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail...and she was 'as hard as nails' in terms of character....she was also to remind me of those two 'fake swedish students' on that shared 'bed sit/flats corridor' in oxford....the two young women who had been confronted by the other swedes, at their party...as being untrustworthy in terms of ID and not who they had said they were, at the time...again the dyed blonde hair and 'hard as nails' character....the two of them used to rent the largest bedsit of the lot...and i can remember now...the two men who used to run that estate agency...one of them had shown me that bedsit...whilst showing me a white bookcover...a paperback...'THE BONE PEOPLE'...inside of the room...minimal decor...a large glass bowl filed with pebbles....and a twisted 'white root/branch'....along with an animal's skull...probably a sheep or goat....so what was that all about? at the time, i had no idea....because i couldn't remember a thing...i can now, though...it must have been something to do with VARRO and his 'australian' aborigine 'the deepest well' program, mustn't it?

...what else? well i was to remember the oddest experience of all...in relation to 'learning disability'...and that was mr weale's eldest son (christmas time, at the chateau - about 10 years ago now)....who was able to communicate with me....without even speaking...i was to tell his father that he had begun by 'making sounds' but once the 'connection' had been made...he didn't even attempt to speak...and i could hear his words 'in my mind' as clear as a bell...as if he were speaking/talking normally...mr weale replied that he knew...it was the same for him...and that it was very important that i knew, too...however it was important not to mention it to his mother because "she doesn't understand"...and so i didn't....go figure.

'telepathy' or 'network telepathy', eh? i might add that whilst working at acorn villages ltd...the above didn't happen...i was doing what anybody else might do, i suppose...reading the body language...because at no point was the above experience repeated....i was unable to hear anybody 'telepathically' in relation to hearing what they were saying 'as clear as a bell' within my mind...as mr weale and i, could do in relation to his eldest son.....

...anyway, what else can i say...but that the CIA LAB had thought that it was very important to find out what had really happened to mike weale's elder brother...and find out, they did....see previous notes upon mike pushing his brother out of that treehouse...when they were very young....his brother then suffered some form of brain damage as a result...even though mr and mrs weale were to tell my parents.....and they sounded 'confused' at the time...mr weale was even to say "i can't quite remember"...they were to describe it as a 'fever' which had left him quite severely disabled/learning disabilities etc etc....

...and now US intelligence have decided to follow up on the case of the young woman graphic designer at countyweb in 1999...why else would 'somebody' have gone to that much trouble...i.e. a lot of time and money had gone into that sophisticated 'cat animation' on lolcats - by the 'NEW YORKER' apparently....anyway, nothing comes out of a vacuum, does it?

OTHER NOTES:

oh and one final word...upon 'language packs'....that 'waiting for godot' ad used to appear in PRIVATE EYE now and then...i can remember seeing it 'more than once' at any rate....

in prague 1994...heather kempson was to tell me that she had answered it...she then ended up working for MI5....

on warwick campus in 1997....eliza manningham-buller was to tell me that heather had been on the same MI5 course as herself...and that they had damaged heather's brain by putting in too many language packs....see previous notes upon heather explaining 'as best she could'...how it was that she knew so many different languages....i had asked her how she had managed to do it..."i hear or see a new word...and it just goes in" she was to reply with a puzzled look upon her face...whilst tapping the side of her head.......just once...that is all heather needed...in summary, i would guess that this is something around language pack activation....the whole lot would have been 'already in there'...on her chip.

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