well the shops were open...most of them...quite a few people milling around at just after 10am....and unless shop staff are coerced into working upon a bank holiday...i don't mind the idea of shops being open, in the slightest because it is not a religious holiday, after all - is it?....the banks are not 'sacrosanct' are they?
bank holidays used to be a bit 'weird'...a bit like a 'graveyard' or 'curfew' type of day....because nothing was open...every street, deserted....and why?....it is not like they are necessarily because of a 'memorial' of a world war...or a religious day, like sunday for christians....and so why are these days called 'bank holidays'?...i'll have to look it up again...even though i had looked it up the last time that this program had run...but conveniently 'forgotten' almost immediately...better refresh my memory then...'forgotten' because i had been suspicious of the reason given for the epithet 'bank holiday'...more of a 'sobriquet' in a way...i.e. i hadn't accepted it as the 'real reason'....whatever-that-had-been...
'mayday'...a bank holiday....and in that 'red book for boys'...apparently the british military had adopted the term, from the french...as in "HELP ME!" "M'AIDEZ!"....i'm looking at a grey area here...where bank holidays are not about religious festivals but about 'money' and the 'military'...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bank_holiday
"banks close and so you can't do business" replies MI5 ONLINE....but you can, can't you?...as demonstrated today...and all over clacton.....from mainstream chainstores on pier avenue and station road, to those stalls, in the fountains 'marketplace'...."life goes on after banks have shutdown"...what do you mean?
oh...i am beginning to see what needed to be 'dug up' today...in relation to a certain 'shut-eyes magician' in M&S this morning...looked a bit like matt smith from the prague DTO...well, he certainly needed to be 'shut-down' didn't he?
more importantly...i was to encounter an elderly gent...who was to remind me of my uncle john...see previous notes upon john at grandpa clayton's funeral....in relation to effie and kathleen having commandeered the chef and kitchen staff....of the restaurant in which the funeral party was to have their 'reception sit-down lunch'....those wicked twinkling blue eyes...."they can't help it, you know"....
"yes they can" replies MI5 ONLINE...i am of the same opinion....dibbens used to say that at some level, everybody can help it...i.e. stop being 'ill' - as in, a member of the ill(uminati) cult.
anyway, the elderly gent-in-question - had made a beeline towards me...he had walked so fast that he appeared to almost run at me...whilst starting to whistle, as loudly as he possibly could do....to then pass me by...and stop whistling, whilst darting off around the corner of the aisle....
....and well, you know...there are times...when you just have to confront the situation, aren't there? so i decided to play a game with him...a smart 'tap' on the right shoulder should do it....combined with a sweet and sincere smile (okay 'big fixed joker's grin' mcdonald - i'm getting older and therefore the 'ingenue' thing really doesn't work anymore).... to accompany that tap-on-the-shoulder as he looked round....
"do you have the time on you?"...he pretended not to hear...whilst bending his head down (a tall man) to look me in the eyes....those wicked twinkling blue eyes (a bit like daldry as well as uncle john)...."i'm sorry, i didn't get that"...patronising tone of voice....and so i pretended that he was so old that he was deaf...i continued to smile, whilst tugging my left earlobe and then pointed to my right wrist...tapping it.....until he said..."oh you...."...."but i don't have...." and then he remembered...and produced a watch out of his shirt pocket.....an AVIA watch....with roughly the correct time...a little after 11.05...i didn't have a watch upon me at the time and M&S doesn't have a clock, in-store....i thanked him and then walked off...rimington had been 'in charge' of events...
anyway, this had all pre-arranged, you understand...and afterwards having bought my shopping at one of the fast tills...i was to encounter that 'really annoying' shut-eyes magician...and so i gave him a 'closing down' signal...go figure. Why had he annoyed me so much? well he was to give me a certain coded gesture - having realised that his whole operation had gone 'pear-shaped'....i.e. he was to wipe his forefinger in a horizontal line - above his top lip, as soon as he caught my eye..."a bit of a hitler gesture" replies MI5 ONLINE....
in short, that deluded idiot had figured that he was a 'circus master'...the moustache of a circus master....and the hitler reference?...dangerous and deluded then...not only a 'shut-eyes' but also one of the worst cases of 'shut-down DNA' that i have encountered....."but oh so pretty" replies MI5 ONLINE...yes, that is why i had likened him to matt smith...no doubt he has got many girls/women pregnant and 'made money' out of their ill cult abortions....see previous notes upon the alliance of matt smith and holliday number 'oliver' at the prague DTO 1994-6.
anyway, man-with-the-AVIA-watch...was the one that had 'more about him' let us say...and in relation to a DUREY....DU-REY...and an 'ian dury' reference today...."hit me with your rhythm stick" and so forth...the power of the beat...of the drums...of the music...and somehow, suddenly everybody 'walks in step'...i was to note 'that one' whilst walking down the prom - which had those megaphones blasting out popsongs, during those 'airshow mornings'....your 'walking pace' begins to coincide with the beat of the music....which was a relaxed one, i might add....about the normal speed of a casual walker/pedestrian....
however the above....doesn't affect those on 'mobility scooters', though - does it? and yes, i can remember 'something', around that one....norwegian intelligence putting 'devices' into those scooters...but to what end?...and BI/british army counteracting that one with...'whatever'....go figure.
what else?...the marines...had left 'something' on the timer system.....in relation to a certain draincover in front of a new turkish establishment - KASSABA (remember amadeus and his TU 'ray'?)....on marine parade....
...and 'cherryaid CIA caitlyn' had noted it but mistook the R for a B....which is why the latest NEXUS frontcover has a BEE upon the front of it....
DUREY
DURBY (the derby/darby...duh-bee...see previous notes upon ingabot and her "dur-e dur-e dur-e" chant)....
....remember the prague rothschild team behind 'LANA DEL REY'?
we are talking 'rays'....du-rey....and the lans involved...go figure.
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anyway, i don't normally tap 'elderly gents' upon the top of their right shoulder in M&S - to then politely ask them if they have the time upon them..."as if they were a prostitute" laughs MI5...see previous notes as to why i had figured that it was important to do so with 'that one'...."he must have been relieved to see that you were not male - somewhere in the back of his mind"....you mean 'a fragmented mind'...a very young 'abused boy child alter'....and past experiences of 'all of that'...go figure.
....and yes, i can see how it was a 'relief' for him...to then bend down and 'inspect' me...as if i were....way below him, and in every aspect....go figure.
see previous notes upon the MOD in 1980....how they had regarded those from that 1980 MI5 russian course...i.e. "those with souls" as little more than experimental guineapigs-in-their-trap....in relation to one of them even being surprised that i could 'talk'...heaven knows what that was all about....but perhaps i can understand it...if we had all been put upon the 'wrong list'...in relation to ingabot had who never progressed beyond about 1-2 year's old in 'mental age' years....(inga's chip then took over her entire body and mind, later on)....perhaps somebody had switched the lists?
...on the other hand - maybe they hadn't....you see i can remember scanning that MOD man...to realise that he was a complete cabbage...the one who had treated me as a guineapig....his brain 'no longer functioned' in a normal way...but his chip was highly active, within the environment....in short, he was not 'himself' at all. The normal functioning of his brain had been 'shutdown' and his chip ruled all the 'output'...and so what else can one say about the MOD elite calling us 'guineapigs'? human beings...remoteviewers with souls...experimented upon by the 'vegetable brain class' of the elite british military....what next?
"it was a battle they were going to lose" replies BI ONLINE....did it end up - a battle? i don't seem to remember it doing so....only that MOD cretins got 'retired' early on, along the way.
...and that is why i was somewhat surprised to see a 'favourite' of PRINCE WILLIAM's (that matt smith type)...and the YOUNGER red-faced parrot's...in M&S today...still 'delusional'...still thinking that he controlled the world...still trying to activate the ill cult frequency program...in relation to the DUREY (see previous notes upon the 'dur(e)' as in hardmen of the queen - the liz-ards)...do you see how it goes?
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what else? i think that i've covered most of it...but what about the following....?
a WHSMITHS 'toy'.....brought to you by NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC....'build your next bit of billie bones'....'find out all about how your hormones work'....
a skeleton posting letters....HORMONES and the postal service of the body...go figure...
oh and the above was to bring up the following...'elderly gent' had known the location of gill...somewhere in worcestershire, apparently...and yes elderly gent had been the 'gate' for hacking into norwegian intelligence...go figure.
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...what else? well this morning, i was to remember something that had happened to MI5 toby...he had been on a 'keep fit' jog...cross-country..along with several others....until stopped by a sharp pain in one of his knees...he therefore decided to find a bus stop...and take the bus back...and whilst waiting at the bus-stop, a car began to slow down...he recognised it...two men in the front, one in the back...he immediately rang his wife who told him to take a photo of the car reg and send it back to her...he did so, just in time...the two men in the front had got out of the car by that point...and were approaching him...they were to claim that they were from NORAD...he replied that they were not...that he knew who they were i.e. norwegian intelligence...and that the game was up...their car reg was now on the internet...his wife had called the police etc etc...at first the two men were quite persistent...asking toby to get into the car because they wanted to have a 'chat' with him....however once they realised that their car registration was now upon the internet...the two men backed off, got back into their car and then drove away...and there's more...the man-in-the-back had been that MOD man...so what had he been doing in their car, gill? the man that i have mainly seen in sainsbury's now and then...but also around and about town....what does he look like? well, a bit like myself facially...but taller, thinner and younger...oh i get it now...a 'younger' type...MI6 contacts, eh?
and so all in all, what had today been all about...something around finding the gates of norwegian intelligence and hacking through...a toby/rimington day...i had started off 'walking in toby's shoes'...feeling that 'pain-in-the-knee'...however once i had got to M&S....well, this had been all about rimington...'walking in rimington's shoes' in order to find that watch...and note the time upon that AVIA watch....and why was that, important? well it was a clue as to 'how to decode' that DUREY draincover...'in pictures'....anyway, so having found the 'watch'...i then noted a new royal 'circus master' (relating to a 'bank holiday')...go figure.
...what else? well a pentagon team had been watching the lot..."she's found the gates...norwegian intelligence"...well, rimington had sussed that elderly gent out, immediately...that is all i can say about any of it...all i had to do was to ask the time i.e. ask to see his watch...and bizarrely enough...it took him some time to remember that he had one....and having found it...he then 'woke up'..."is that the right time?" he laughed...go figure.
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