US/UK state brainwashing/torture/murder

[Michael Barwell]

10Dec'16, 2:56am, film Revolver' 51mins in, "Get out of there"; dvd stops playing & freezes[ lots of >clicks< there to my right ear in the library - & a follow-on what I call a maser' to the side of my left elbow, maser' as it's point' & hot used to be very common leaving the arm sore & stiff; these are much the same as I'm getting very many of to my left shoulder & arm since I had rotator cuff' diagnosed]; disk then fails to read after stopping & Play'ing, & again a half-hour later after RT-Thom Hartmann, then suddenly decides to play fine; this is what's been happening at junctures for the last few days, same thing happened the day before to "You're the prize" on Tristan [single click, left ear] & Isolde & 6:10am, with a neuralgic [oh! a neuralgic, right side there], & a click' to the right ear; this multiple effect ref'ing is common as I make a note of what's just happened [like a sudden pain to my second right toe there, & a gradually increasing neuralgic to the right temple] I'll get another, & another, & another, and on.

Yesterday too, 6:45am, No.18 knock to "Bahrain is open for business" on Sky News an old & specific ref, from their construction (or "building") industry, "slavery" in that industry, & building "football" stadiums.

This thing about "Zombie cops" I mentioned last night: I know this to be so, cos a) I'm a person who's had it & I presume quite a lot of them are persons too b) they have the uniforms & kit an' that which is probably a play-along psychological factor c) some of them will want to be heroes & alturists d) they'll be direct-to-mind equipped all day long e) there's an authority & hierarchical structure there so that if they're told "a, b, c" they'll tend quite naturally to go with it. But I think we can all agree that Simon Harwood wasn't fit to be a copper (oh!, quelle surprise there, a siren, 3:13pm) & a staccato of clicks to both ears that's unusual; course, the shitehounds think he was a great copper who had a massive disservice done to him.

The clicking' in each (but 99% of the time the left) ear on a night is at really daft levels. A thousand individual clicks, in irregular pattern & staccato groupings, virtually constantly thru' the evening/night/morning/& as soon as I wake. Thursday night/morning, to 4am, after a telling post on DPF, was very quiet, till I noted it in my log, & then it changed pronto; this is far from unknown.

Dream choreography this morning: a fella I know tho' I've not seen him in ages (a bad representation of him, but the ID helped-along with a whisper' as to who it is/was; some shop-type scene, he'd been punched; [clicks 2- left ear] with the puncher recanting with ID error saying "He's not hard, I thought he was supposed to be as hard as nails, but he's not it can't be him" & apologising as only a dickhead thug can. This fella I know, accepting it. Some mushy stuff followed, but here's the gig, it then swirled-on' to msg's of "We have you bugged/implanted we know everywhere you've been & will go, in realtime". This is a kinda standard type dc; some loose oh-so-msg'ful intro, to the message itself. Doubly naff, in that this is what I've been saying for donkeys-. But, that too is standard.

I think these wretched people are completely off their heads.

Ah! that telling post on DPF', this bullshit about forcing-in notions & impulses into the mind; I'll state that again that this is precisely what they do, & then they themselves, the very ppl who've put it whatever it is, in there, they then call this "evidence": liars, bullshitters, frauds, fabricators, orchestrators & charlatans this is what that whole gig of hard-to-mind is. It's a curious one; I can't tell if, as they're always saying "We're allies in this together", of the U-bent coppers & etc., with the V-manner scum, or whether the coppers (very very loosely) are in some way taking the V-manner scum (by which I think I mean hackers specifically the other' v-manner scum, such as as used to be No.33 are I'm sure, army families, & certainly No.33 were by no stretch of the imagination, possessors of an IQ greater than that of a bi-cellular-brained land mollusc, & yet, as info disseminating hubs, would've been an interface between blackstate & hackers, not least by being skunk dealers I suspect they'd even taunted me with that one, with refs to the news reports of the FBI(?) taking-on hackers who smoked skunk), for a ride, effectively, with me as the "prize" & in fact, I have in my notes somewhere from a couple of days ago, "carrion". Also, from 6DecTues, American Pickers' that I've been "customised moulding/moulded to order", at c.6:15pm ref'ed by auditory, of an old Harley, & I think that's really quite accurate. [click, LE]

Anyway, it's very very heavy on ref-front atm with a surge after that Town Hall gig of theirs, because that is absolutely the crux of the program'.
This is the Gaylord shitehounds here "Fear me", in budgie-smugglers, quivering, wide-eyed & spittle-chinned, sweaty ineffectual psycho-sexual & homo-erotical nutjobs, loosing their shit - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YDPR2_Z3e0 hence that dc last night when I'd taunted them thus that having been punched & "He's not hard"; no, I'm not at all hard', never wanted to be, but on the other hand, "Harken to the mighty >woof< of alpha-dog" with a cranial wall-to-wall dirty protest of the mind.

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Puffs.

Got a letter from the Town Hall, re: RIPA - there be room to run with that >smileyfacegubbins<

[Michael Barwell]

Very Very hi-pitch, loud sound & sensation thru'/in my head today, right temporal lobe to cerebellum area.

[Michael Barwell]

I'm really pretty fine with the police in a first-world 21C secular-liberal western democracy - in MY country, but when they start-up with a deranged & primitive scheme of arbitrary torture-indoctrinating-stress/anxiety manipularting to induce artificial neuroses & murder, & when the elephant in the room is that they know full well that my neighbours are watching & listening to me and referencing "death/suicide" & a hundred more regulars, then, I think it's probably the case that they're disfunctional.
Speaking of which, ITV aired a good docu on Hillsborough the other day - very dodgy stuff, those doctored & fabricated statements & the threats 7 the purgery an' that. Sad, shitty little people (they like that one).
Letter(s) above delivered in 10minutes >smileyfacegubbins< - it's only right & proper, after all...

[Michael Barwell]

5:28am, this morning 14-12-'16, RT on some Bobsleigh report, "but without evidence" - long (a minute or 2) slow pain immediately started to my right upper ankle/lower leg, with additional lower rear of right ear & right temple neuralgic as I made a note of it: this is not frequent, but I have had 3x's of these, very very similar reference/msg, over the last month.

Like I respond every time, "No, maybe so - asides from what's inside me, but all these things I'm saying mesh together perfectly & at the 6' drop of a black hat, I can expand & give specific examples of everything & I'll repeat these in an endless debrief accurately & consistently. It's like I said recently, I couldn't make this shit up, & why would I for a fucking jolly? The only reason the men in white coats haven't come knocking is that u know full fucking well it's ALL true. Ken? - Kimosabe".

Hadn't considered this 'receipt'-thing before. I feel a couple more in the offing.

[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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[Michael Barwell]

See 7) above:






After I started on this, I've had:
Wed14Dec:
from SkyNews/CBS at 2:43am, on this Dylan(?) Roof- "Did I shoot you?", "No", "I'm not going to. I'm going to leave you to tell the story", ref'ed by a single >click< to left ear. I've had this/these before.
from No.18 at 6:48am, to ISIHAC S43E5 "I wont ask where you've gone"
then the next morning, a dream choreography of some sort of departure lounge; me, with a lass, her going for asylum/new nationality, standing in a queue, beckoning me to go with her - "No", then the same thing repeated with a friend, "No".

Other than that, it's been surprisingly quiet since I posted on the Town Hall & those msgs/notions/impulses about punching that lass in the face. That's because that is the shitehounds 'trick' & capability writ large; she was very nice indeed, friendly & smiley; the shitehounds know I'm piecing them together; it was 'logical' from the perspective of psychopathic shit-for-brains for them to try to 'induce' that behaviour, but there was a fella on Chan4News last night, writer/researcher, saying "The honest approach to your own mind, is to be skeptical of it"; he's possibly sooooo much more spot-on there, than he knows.

[Michael Barwell]

Lots of refs to film 'Divergent' t'other day... The dreams in it are suprisingly accurate, if ordinary.

[Michael Barwell]

I caught the last 5minutes of Jesse Ventura's Conspiracy Theory (….. groan…) last night, S1E4 Big Brother', seemed like it had something to say for itself & the refs came-in. InfraGard… I'm often getting "infra/infra red" refs, when there's the opportunity by word or imagery on the tv. Quick deek at Wikip-s page, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/InfraGard ;
"LulzSec attacks[edit]


In 2011, LulzSec claimed responsibility for attacking chapter websites managed by local members in Connecticut and Atlanta, in order to embarrass the FBI with "simple hacks".[SUP][10][/SUP] The group leaked some of InfraGard member e-mails and a database of local users.[SUP][16][/SUP] The group defaced the website posting the following message, "LET IT FLOW YOU STUPID FBI BATTLESHIPS", accompanied with a video. LulzSec has posted the following message regarding the attack:
"It has not come to our unfortunate attention that NATO and our good friend Barrack Osama-Llama 24th-century Obama [sic] have recently upped the stakes with regard to hacking. They now treat hacking as an act of war. So, we just hacked an FBI affiliated website (Infragard, specifically the Atlanta chapter) and leaked its user base. We also took complete control over the site and defaced it [...]."[SUP][17][/SUP] "

Nice pseudo-gang I suspect (how else the 'Very Backstage'?); "flow", "battleships" I get both of those, & for what it's worth (not much at all) I always get the "private" as in "Private Contractors". Diversions & misleading is part of the bullshit; I don't think Vladimir's pulling Durham Constabularies chain for the siren apophenics, or Northumbria's.

The number of leg tap-twitches I'm getting as per apophenics at night is silly; I kinda suspect that my guardian angel's unhappy with the neuralgics, not that they've stopped at all, just a perceptible drop in the number & frequency, the pain level even too, but I enjoyed the dream choreography blip-vert of my papers being tipped-out into a pile a couple of days ago they're always talking shit, those shitehounds.

Activity dropped-off ye bigge stylee last week for days, c.Monday-Saturday, but since I mentioned that a couple of days ago, the boogeymen're back right on cue.

[Michael Barwell]

Monday19Dec (Tues morning really, 5:20am): first neuralgic of the whole & entire day, as far as I remembered or noticed, to film Doom' (ok I know it's crap, but it was on the same disk as The Departed' & I was killing a half hour); dialogue went-

Her: "What do you notice?"
Him: "There's 24 pairs of chromosomes"
Her: "That's right humans only have 23"
Him: "What does the other pair do?"
Her: "It makes them superhumans"
Instant >click< to the left ear, at which I vocalize "Nice reference mongoloids", and within 60seconds a neuralgic to the right side mid high slowly shifting to the temple area sets-in, lasting for a short hour, on & off.

"Superhumans" of course is what the shitehounds have been calling themselves for over 5yrs, by auditory reference, neuralgic, sharp maser'0type pains, apophenics & muscle twitches, because they're big on crap US comic referencings.

One of the early references I had (c.mid2012) was "Pain is all in the mind", but if that's the case, how come the concentrated & frequent masers(?) to my left arm made it so sore & stiff? I suspect it's just their "Gandhi" PR-cess for the V-manner scum; they tell em this to create a distancing between the actual agonies of the synthetic trigeminal/migrainous neuralgia, & that night they ratcheted the pain up 3x's after months & months & months of the TN' ("Yeah yeah vivre la France, mo-fo") to the point where they'd poured the white heat of molten metal inside my head & I dropped like water off the bedside ("You should really save some of that for yourselves") that wasn't so much in my mind, as inside my head. They later tried to explain that away with being internal cranial cramp….

[Michael Barwell]

Always a joy to source some references: film Live Die Repeat' 2014; "omega/Omega", D-Day (& associated, such as the shitehounds seizing upon my own "Parachuting into occupied Europe" - & that by sirens on occasion - brought-on simply by seeing a parachute(ist) on any tv program u care to name - once it's established, y,see, so the first few will be to D-Day footage, then it's extrapolated - no wonder 3yrs ago I got "We've had too many people spending too long on this to let it drop now" - arseholes), Emily, blunt, Emily Blunt (& of course "blunt object" & on from that, "club" which 'sweetly' can be [click to right ear-] 'read' in 2 or 3 or more ways), octopus, dam, caravan, "They ambushed us the visions were a trap" yeah, quite.., more "Halifax", blackeyes, pyramid, flooding (the "flooding"'s good I've had several dc's to this such as an ankle-to-knee deep Madison Square Gardens - i wouldn't know MSG's if I tripped-over it - 'you're 'told' these details by 'cognitive/verbal whisper' whilst in-'dream', & that Alpine timber-built pub-type affair where my fingers had a quite interesting sensation of being snagged on a splintered timber beam on a mezzanine the ground floor was flooding with a torrent of glacial meltwater (I assumed) and instead of that being the threat to leggit from, I'd lept over the balcony into the torrent & out of the map nothing at all happened, the dream choreography stopped/froze/petered-out I suspect that this is part of the Divergent' bit), Paris, the Louvre, pyramid, helicopter (tho' again, a convenience of klepto-refing this is more than likely from me again, where mum had asked one day what I was doing - I'd replied "Just hovering" this is SOP, the shitehounds can simply ride' on it in their "personalised attack", plus it demonstrates (as they're addicted to doing a hundred times/day), that they have eyes- & ears-on constant (getting a few "on camera/can be seen at all times" recently again upon again, & in fact, when I'd noting this in my log this morning, I instantly got a neuralgic to confirm upon confirm upon confirm upon confirm, etc… - suuuch wankers & Boy "Powerrrr"' tools); cage/Cage, underwater (again, yes-but-not-really just a broadening of the refs refs-on-refs & it plays to alot), "They have the ability to change/alter/manipulate time" - & a wankish neuralgic instantly to that, but what it boils-down to in realworld, is making yer washing machines spin cycle last twice as long; tank, coffin, Barbara (from the extra DVD bits the name of an exoskeleton ooooh neuralgic to right temple 3:53pm right now).

And there we go, that's pretty much how these comic-book superdooperhero sub-species of dogshit do it, tho' 'course, there's more to it, like the direct to mind cross-referencing to the dc's & the synthetic telepathy and the muscle twitches & auditories & the torture of extreme & long-term neuralgias which 'you' know are artificial & the sirens and the accusations & false 'enguiltifyings' & being deliberately & falsely painted in shitehounds diahorrea as being a Nazi & their 'evidence' planting and a mass of other real- & indeed pre-real bullshits and frauds- & the massive rest of it - oh! - the electrocuting - can't forget that one - they seem to have a 'beef' about that, like the agionies of 6months constant neuralgia is just fine & the poisoning too & house-entering & breakages & thefts, but "electrocuting"? Who? Us? Oh, & an old school pal who's a bit of a bona fide loon suddenly blurting-out "Chelsea smile/or grin" & on yer walk home [neuralgic to top front right of head] a lights're-on-but-there's-no-one-at-home-type teenage V-manner tool from the "no common sense or powers of logic, reasoning & devoid of character & culture" school of 'thinking' awkwardly shuffles past you in a 'Chelsea Grin/whateverrr" T-shirt to combine Matrixbollocks with the gurning & spittle-chinned realworld of deranged nackers & radgies.