US/UK state brainwashing/torture/murder

[Michael Barwell]

1. 1) 451, 8-11-'12; I trotted along to the main copshop in NuT, Market Street & insisted on seeing someone; spent all of 3minutes in the interview room. Mentioned my neighbour in No.23 the Pines; copper trotted-off specifically to check on her with their records; came back after about 5mins, beckoned me out of the room, gave me a scrap of paper with a Log/No on it, told me to go to the nearest copshop to where I was living (Westmorland Rd station), turned on his heels and scooted; I have to wonder if that is a legitimate course of action on his part. In that 3mins, I got the painting' for any further cops to see of "strange character/very strange in his mannerism" narrative networks. The intercom was quite sophisticated & new & had worked fine til the program' started; the vid screen went blank, the functions were "Locked" (like security, date, etc etc) & in fact the "Date" changed language to "Dak" I think it was, & of course, I couldn't change it or do anything with it. As far as I know, the doorbell worked always or just sometimes, as did the link with the concierge off up the hill - & in fact, they started calling me. The volume would go up & down every so often, from where I'd set it. Neighbours friends started calling me to let them in because the neighbours were out (No.15). These things are gradual everything happenes gradually, to slowly suffocate & so as not to be so awkward or sudden, a slow simulation of you' artificially losing your mind. You make a phone call; across the line comes beeps[wow I just got 2x beeps there across my headphones as I'm typing they're suuuuuch, arseholes] and tones and ghostly sounds all cheap stuff from the hicks in white coats, but you then stop making calls, & like stress positions where the idea is that you're inflicting the pain & discomfort on yourself, you isolate yourself by stopping making calls.
   
   

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2) 865, 22-12-'12; This is the first (2) cops who came round to the flat; a massive shouty stompy bastard stood at my door doing the above, apparently waiting for his colleague (a WPC) who was apparently at No.23; I think the intent was to intimidate & embarrass on my doorstep, & to pretty much give me 2-fingers to my face "I'm being watched", he looks-out of the window & says "Well, I can't see anyone looking-in". Boorish & dismissive. The bit about the "sonic screwdriver" was dry humour, but it nicely illustrates the way they've seized-on daft stuff & muses and recorded them as hard fact, selecting what to put-in the reports that painting in shades of brown'. The boiler had started doing odd stuff; the heating would come-on of it's own accord & switch-off too; where an hours heating of the water for a bath had been ample, suddenly it was far from-; it would come-on & go-off rapidly; the follow-on letters from Corgi' is a standard reinforcing/taunting'-type tactic that has happened frequently a simple mindgame.





3) 809, 24-1-'13; The most interesting; a fella came round, diametric opposite of the previous; very intelligent fella. Talked for 20-30minutes in the hallway, then he asked to see the rest of the flat, walking into my livingroom & exclaiming "Oh! Books!". After he'd left, I sussed that from his questioning, he knew what was happening. I noted at the time to the walls', that "his uniform still had the labels attached" ie. not a day-to-day copper; the shitehounds instantly responded vigourously but characteristically unconvincingly. "What do you think they're trying to do?" he'd asked; I'd pondered this, replying "To shut me down"; this is now by opportunity, a not uncommon specific reference. The bit about MI5 & SpecBranch came with a question intonation but I'm back onto that as… who else? I firmly knew that someone had constant eyes- & ears-on, & the apophenic sirens, en masse, were frequently copcars I had a list of numbers, & they weren't setting themselves-off every morning for 6wks precisely at the moment I woke (-was being woken with the radio-frequency e-caffeine, that pat trick of the same button setting-off separate refs/cues/apophenics/dream choreographies/notions/etc etc).






4) 0362, 9-3-'13; call to the cops about the torture of the synthetic trigeminal/migrainous neuralgia' I wanted it on record. Again, the MRI thing came with question intonation. These 2 cops seemed fine one, the younger, stood aside & seemed to simply observe. The other said he'd been a police(?) diver & had had problems with very bad headaches & had had to give it up; he suggested codeine phosphate; I'd replied that "fentanyl" is what I'd like; that night was the first break from the howling loud screeching chaotic & shrill sound of what I've previously described as an orchestra of stringed instruments in a howling gale, didn't happen; instead, as I'd lay my head to the pillow, the sound of hissing gas. I just let it happen, & dropped-off to sleep very quickly. This chimes with the Old Boy' film refs. The other sound effect, surely a microwave auditory effect, I'd had msg'ed as being "beetles inside your head"; this started in early/mid 2012 & continued for 10-12months, every single night virtually. We/I also pondered fMRI, by way of conversation; the shitehounds drop these things in to the tv/radio to mislead, or taunt & goad or just talk shit. I'd already had a full 6hrs of excruciating pain that night; as they left, he'd asked if I was going to be ok; I'd replied that I'd had that nights torture, & that it was daylight now, so it wouldn't be happening again til nighttime; course, the shitehounds couldn't have that, so it started again within a few minutes, & I had another 6hrs of it; this is the one single 24hrs that I had 12hrs of it (it averaged 8hrs or so), & that night I'd slipped into unconsciousness to the sound of hissing gas, so no agonies that one single night too.



5) 1256, 14-3-'13; Another txt; I have this suspicion that, whilst watching this program, Horizon, the Creative Brain, How Insight Works', the godbluff' was being played radio-frequency to the right temporal lobe. The program seemed to have answers (it just came across as über-relevant, it may well have), but it seemed very relevant, almost as tho' I was a sudden dilettante expert, hence the whistleblow' txt. I was far from latching-onto the cortical modem'term, tho' I was aware that the effect was science not "gods". The anterior superior temporal gyrus', right-hand side, is at exactly the point that I get half the tinnitus (it's also at the back cerebellum' area) & is the point that during the dream choreography has a very loud sound & sensation of hissing/water passing at a hi-flow thru' a domestic plumbing pipe-type sound, a shrill hiss. Copper was fine & dandy at the door.



6) 124, 25-3-'13; same again txt-wise; I have no recollection of a copper coming round.




7) 587, 5-4-'13; Phone charger went missing from my kitchen top; mum had bought me a cheap Alcatel ("Your phones crap" said the ever-helpful shitehounds) & the phone itself suddenly became locked. Copper seemed fine, but there was definitely something odd about him which I can't put my finger-on, & I've mused it a long while; almost as tho' he was afraid, or coerced/co-opted, certainly as tho' he was working on 2 levels. There wasn't much he could do no signs of a break-in; he'd said he'd check with the concierge office, but there was no point at all in that (ie. CCTV, but that was only ground floor & the lift; I suspect that this is why I'd not got the flat I'd requested 1[SUP]st[/SUP] floor, so that I could more easily see the stray cats & feed them; the flat I got, 3[SUP]rd[/SUP] (UK) floor, was sufficiently removed from cameras & had more neighbours so that the synthesis of schemes could more easily be implemented covertly/unseen & unheard), so I'd said to him "Look, don't fucking bother" with a shrug & a smile adding quickly "I mean with respect", & we'd both smiled. Every copper who came round (cept the first arsehole), was offered a coffee. The bit about the "dirt, grime" & "health hazard" is an extreme exaggeration again, the kitchen was untidy for sure but that's all, & tho' there were several bags of rubbish to be chucked, in the hall, they were tied & sealed & just waiting for me to start tripping-over them.

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