DARPA mind control chips

[Michael Barwell]

A word on the mind invasion on the train that I keep mentioning, where they inculcated me into actually having a memory of being on a train with a bomb (along this line, I've had refs to being taken to a RN ship in the Med, for questioning I suppose, but like I said to the walls, "what the fuck would be the point in that" - you arseholes - 4yrs of RF/EM * etc. bullshit - what would you hope to get out of that?); it's not really occurred to me before, but this is a creation of a false memory that if you look at 'DARPA chips' is very prevalent; it wasn't mine, but I remember it - they use a higher power transmission to override your own [click] brain energy use so that it powers it's way into your mind/consciousness, even thru' getting-on a train and searching for a seat, which I presume when you're not taking them every day, has it's own quite high level of brain attention - it shouts itself and thereby gives itself away (thing is tho' whilst I'm not 100% about then, bit now, me knowing what I do of their ways and means, they can do anything that they want - there's no need for a rigourous discipline in their apophenics for eg., 'cos I'm well onto that, so they've switched from actually trying-on the schiz 'training', to harrassment - just being total arseholes.


Other things happened of course on the train & associated; waiting outside, smokin' a tab one time, two fellas came-up to me, asking where the well signposted 'Metro' was; they stood absolutley geometrically straight in front of me, not 'organically' stopping to ask-; they had that characteristic I'm knowing these days, of being hi-energy, very confident [click] but twitchy, big grins all round, blokies about 30yrs old. I'd pointed the way, but they stayed to engage, asking (paraphrase) "so I can walk that way and find it there?" - the direct opposite of where it was, and where there's no Metro; the point I think simply flaunting themselves, in a sense. Another time, a few blokies sat opposite, very loud conversations full of refs, the only one I remember being to one of their 'Auntie ****', an uncommon name, of which I'd had one; they'd come-in after me and sat direct to the side. The usual Zersetzung-type of tactics, these. Another time, busy train, fella behind me kept counghing as I was reading the 'paper, and there was something else there too, possibly a day-out for the mind machine again, it could've been a decent 'test', it being such a busy train - I shouldn't think it was my sixth sense - I don't really have one, but I was getting the 'feeling' alright; the 'paper, The Guardian, had a big inside-page headline, very similar to "I won't run and I won't hide", which I held aloft, and kept there. I've never noticed anything at the returning station.


Thing is, I'm not supposed to've gone back to N-u-T, it's not in the script; it's supposed to be 'keep-on-the-move' tactics, which is probably why I get Cardiff & London; I get everything including Afghanistan & the gardens of Soudan (sic) (oops, just come over all Ian Dury there a bit). Cupid stunts. "This is bigger than Watergate". (there were alot more 'clicks' thru' this, but comes a time yer just can't be arsed - to note it; I think the idea of the DARPA chips plus trauma/schiz 'training', is to quite literally create a bio/cyborg robot, hence that 'Boat5' gaming nick o' mine; quite a few of the DARPA docs seem to say the basic senses have been appropriated and wi-fi'd, which is what I've said all along, sheep-dipped silver bullets - they're quite insane).