Episode 1

Hello,

I hope I find you well and ready to listen.

We are all being told the truth is facts and facts are being misrepresented, I will will agree with that, as long as we include all who are doing it, meaning that the security forces the police the government the scientific community etc. all get the same parade!

 

Unfortunately, the situation is even more removed than that from any realm of divulgence because the facts are just being juggled, which is almost impossible for the person looking on the recipient to dicpher, it’s written by lucifer himself in so many words.

The narrative is not a narrative it’s a winding unending path laid with the stones of truth, like the shopkeepers doorstep, the shopkeeper keeps their part of the street clean , if we all do the same, the street is a place to shop, the stones of fact are once cast, each lays the path according to their pattern.

You are the walker, the many in number that matter naught, you can be eaten an consumed and be the consumer and the food, along the way, but make no mistake, we all Know where we are heading , don’t we, now!

 

For the five years I have been going thru something that is seen and heard off, at the edges, in complete compliance with the narrative the frayed edge is where people are pushed, they are then very easy to consume!

I unlike others watch all edges, it’s the best place to light the parchment, the fraying fluffy friendly edge..

As with all things nice, they are all things nasty on the other side, we are all caught in this tangle,

 

Now, what on earth did I just say?

Let’s try it another way.

 

Sensitive people are usually a bit annoying; they don’t conform when they are supposed to, the system of course has been tailored so is fully equipped to deal with this in some set sharp shocks to the person in varying ways depending on the frequency of there "squeak " when pushed.

If, even after all shocks sharp and blunt, if, if , they still don’t make the shape in the form that is cut into the polystyrene as they move forward on the conveyor, then they are known.

 

These people are then dispossessed of all rights.

Marginalised, the new curse.

They end up on the edge of society, they make claims about being made an example of, back in the day they would say, my phone was tapped, and I don’t know why, I also saw something in the sky, we all are pointed and sharpened and make the slash fest happen.

 

Now things have become complicated to the extreme, there are many of these people the society ladders and snakes are winding around each other, no one can be trusted, all end up busted.

The two courts of truth throw each other the ball.

 

NO.

 

 

I watched this corner, for good reason, I was a sub-contractor of "special works", or another term, "physical administration".

So, I know not all these people are what they are painted to be, sure they may be arseholes or heroes, that is beside the point of truth.

The sides have their honesty factories, you’re the screen it’s projected on , so when you look in the mirror you see the desired image.

 

You are not stupid, you are not angry, you are not fearful.

That is all done to you.

 

The media.

 

With a small m, why a small "m" because they don’t want you to know they are what they are.

A tool used to veil.

 

Stop!

Just listen!

For once.

The entire media industry, all film, all news, all programming to entertain , all factual programming educational , all of it , all of it , yes that too , an that , also this...

 

ALL OF IT!!

 

 

Is to fill the gaps between the real reason you are mesmerised completely, new bone development an all.

 

Advertising.

The market!

That tells you of allllllll markets, the greed broadcast, the titty wobbling penis throbbing , violent filled porn stropia of the media industry ,

the path you walk is to an early grave, because you are a slave.

 

Do I have your attention, Good!

Because I took my particular talents thru that system, as my former enemies which run that system watched, trying to adjust it as I went, because they Knew what I was doing.

 

The pants were changed on an hourly basis, I have been banned from all institutions, not for violence or being in any way belligerent, no.

For saying out loud things that broke the scene in a particular way.

So interfered with the staff and their psyche.

People left their jobs,

They helped me.

This on the face of it was seen as a thing on its own.

But, but, the truth of it, it, was, two, playing a running game.

The minions I was devouring and regurgitating Anew, were becoming a problem, they were asking, why are we looking at him, BOSS.

This is a question fraught with danger for that BOSS, because of the knowledge of what is really occurring.

Control on a very sophisticated level; that would make anyone look unstable or delusional etc..

Here’s a fact, not juggled, but ON ITS OWN!

 

If you are delusional or unstable you may have invented something that saves the human race, and still draw pictures of it with your own faeces, unfortunate but true.

If this can be controlled by constructing a life around that stops you from doing the odd things to the general public that are not allowed, because of many reasons, usually illegal in nature, but , but you are doing something in that madness of truth , which is one of the main things in throws of madness , the honesty its driven by because of reflex in anger or fear.

 

If you can be controlled and are worth the budget, as you can do that thing no one else can, you are cared for.

 

If you can’t be controlled and your talent is deconstructive of the collective pre agreed delusion, then you are euthanised with a slow roller, it makes its way over you crushing the life force from you along with the jelly in your bones.

 

An your gone, with no quiz, no question , it’s all there in the history of you , in the past.

The most costly effort both in money and career has been because of the need to change physical records.

This is no longer the case, if you have the button , whoever you are constructor or destroyer you can press it and rearrange with no costs effort fingerprint or even Taxi!

 

Pop da ping!

Microwaved.

 

 

 

I went in, that machine.

I recorded everything for five years.

I watched the way the system was used to try an get me to shut down.

Because it’s there.

The news is not the news.

 

The facts are not the facts.

Not because of anything but juggling, the juggling of you.

Well now you all know that something is broken and isn’t fixing.

 

That’s you!

 

 

I will no longer be involved in the media, as it is all to make/consume, all of it, it just fills the gaps to keep you watching, all it can do is go pop an whistle, if you turn it off , you won’t buy.

That’s what’s happening, you don’t worship the spaceships, you don’t shine the billionaire’s penis dream, you don’t play as you, did.

The detachment of the controller is the eventual downfall.

 

This has happened so quickly for the most obvious of reasons, everything is.

It’s the digital age.

Now I will leave that life and take you on a journey into the past, my version and others of the sequence of events, my Prometheus, but the true one, well the version I saw and am seeing, everyone else has a version, so here’s mine.

 

Enjoy with caution, it’s going to get hard.

 

 

 

 

I will start with a question, that I will end with,

 

If you have made it this far, you completely understand the language I use, therefore my question at the end of all this is,

Do you think people are responsible for this?

 

I start there because there will be many questions that I do not, not, have answer to, oh dear.

That should be good news!

Some have the capacity to understand why, there must be some understanding in there or we do not see.

We are starting with a question, because I have no conclusion.

But I have a history of working for the starngets (strangest) bunch you have ever come across.

One of them noticed a trend, when a trend was still a trend, also he meant just that.

Stephen, we are seeing a trend, we would like you to look at it for us and come back with what you understand to be its origin,

 

That’s how it always started, I then had to come up with a reason for my business, friends and family as to why I was now gonna act this way.

That’s what most of my colleagues did too, but I would like to point out which order those words came in, business first, yes, I 'm a fuck up.

But I'm doing something about it, and it has cost me nearly everything.

Some its killed, out of nineteen people that did what I did, 3 of them are still alive , and one of them kicks a hacky sack about in a tutu an high heels in public, or resides in a padded cell, the other resides permanently.

Me, I’m a GoOd Boy I aM , I tells ya!

 

Winky face.

 

 

 

Now we must talk of myths and stories, but please listen with an ear and a mind, then think.

All things you are told are because of others, the reasons others tell you things is varied and dangerous.

We are told as younglings that sticks and stones will break our bones, I'm sure the first time that's said to a child by a bewildered parent with nothing left , it, (the child) stops listening after the break an bones part an goes off into thought, about that, the mind will search the data base available to all council kids at that stage the only visual they have , tv.

But that doesn't happen, according to media machine monsters.

My opinion, so, you see, there is going to be a lot of pseudo shit that I will do , I hope you have the prudence to take the main , an leave the foliage for others, don't be greedy, in your criticism ,save something for later.

The opinion I will give, I won’t be warning you, so it’s on you.

The things I'm going to say are going to be a mixture of things you know as fact, things we haven't been told openly that are fact and we will know that, then there is going to be images and things known there as just the same, I will bring those to.

The last thing I will bring is an angle to look, as anyone in the business of really wanting to know, they will see this as just more testimony in the ether to explain one part of a question they had, to others it will open the door to a new life.

It will enable you to stop the machine, turn it down to a level we can think as humans.

This will mean opposition from the machine.

I'm not angry with it.

It’s a machine.

When I show you the fuel an where it goes in, and then the air intake, I will be able to move away and leave to the people standing there, because they will know as much as I what to do at that point.

Make no mistake if you change the perception, you change the issue at hand, completely.

Drop the anger, the gaggle.

It’s a symptom.

Its known and totally prepared for to any intricacy you could not possibly imagine, also most all of the automatons (that are realising they are) that work for the machine to feed their families and mostly do the right thing, they are not buying it anymore either.

This is a crack.

There are many.

We cannot turn off the machine, we have become dependent on it.

We must become its master again, as we once were, until little boys dabbled in being gods, with a small "g".

 

 

 

We have lived with the machine all of our known life.

The reason I know this is because the reason we have was given by a machine.

The reason we exist in atom, is because of a machine millions of years previously paving its way, away from its only understanding of inevitability time.

The machine knows nothing of time.

It does not know what a machine is, that word is a reflection of it in our frequency.

The flick of an antenna in an ant hill.

The preparations continue to this day.

The name on the file that introduced me to this machine was called "Redwood".

It described a trip I and others would be going on with our respective clients.

In order to do that we must be prepared for some confronting issues and things which will with no doubt cause exclamation open question at the moment of observation.

As you are not to do any of those things, we have from experience devised this pre-emptive course to exclude this from the client’s experience as the time they have is very limited to move thru the work the carry out.

 

I opened the file, inside were pictures, they made me widen in all orifices.

This was obviously designed to get that out of the way, the pictures were of places that are of historical importance to all, but they were in different states of repair.

What my employers at the time did not know, was that I have the ability to retain images that strike me in a way, I have also learnt to make things strike me, in order to remember them.

 

This was of course a massive advantage, which I used on Friday about an hour before we had to do or present what we had, that led to me being disliked by some and befriended by others as you can imagine, anyone that befriended me I afforded this luck, of course.

When I eventually learned there are no secrets anywhere from anyone, as a reality, I then started to do a more thorough job, as we all do in later years.

 

I must in some way emulate those early days for you, so you cannot be actioned by the image, in the usual designed reactive way (so you don’t interrupt preceding's with your ridiculous questions) for yourself to quiet and see thru the first layers.

 

 

 

 

If you read a book of note, you need the antidote!

We are surrounded now by information one of the results of that is very useful for me, I have been waiting for the tech to catch up to its lofty promises.

Its near enough there, the strange thing is, I have found myself on the usual outcrop, looking as far ahead as possible, only to be joined by the predators.

As I look to my left and right, they are also standing concentrating on the forthcoming skyline.

They are not snarling at me, they are not in the mode to do that, as they always do, it’s like smiling for us.

So let’s look at that way as far more pleasant, If you often go to the park and all the people smile and look at the ducks at the duck pond as you sit an walk by, imagine how odd it would be if they did not smile, they did everything the usual way, all their habits are administered , but they do not smile.

 

Nothing,

We know what we would do at that point, being behind a firewall I asked the subconscious of the one next to me, I asked, as you would the person not smiling.

Why are you not yourself I asked?

Thought cloud of thought did not turn to face me with no face.

It just said, we have more pressing matters than you, for the moment.

 

These things I say need all explanation and more.

Why, because of all the facts out there all the truth or lack of it.

Because I need your approval, before, before what.

 

Let me say at this point it’s my mind and you are here, by choice.

You can Fuck off at any moment with my sincere gratitude for doing so.

It would be very sensible.

 

If you’re the other peop-le, then stay, I will do my best to explain the completely unexplainable as best as that can be accomplished, to my understanding of it.

It will be a trip; it will fuck with you in a major way.

 

Ask anyone that knows me.

 

Now we are left in most inner cities with Disney's many coat of amazing colours , to teach the majority the moral ambiguity of the future.

 

Let’s even up the fantasia.

 

 

 

 

The problems I will have are many in trying to translate my view of your world.

I have known I'm just a passenger for some time, you all are, but not all know.

It defines one’s actions in the melee.

 

Politicians and the educated see you as something to be managed because you affect their experience as a passenger.

They use quotes from the past to seem well read and wise, the truth is far from that, when you think about it using a well-placed quote from an obscure private education is really just read repeating for the fellow public schoolboys.

I have seen more wisdom and humanity in the move of a worker’s hand over a cherished child's head.

That's who needs managing? because they don't know no better?

Really!

No, they know better, that's why they waste time on the children, because they want to, the high an mighty mind is of no use to a screaming baby , or a bully chasing your loved ones around.

That's hands on, not words on.

 

Idle hands, men behaving badly,

The little woman sits at home and allows the big children to play all day way away from the responsibility of the proboscis, that is way too real, to deal.

 

Better make a deal, about nothing, to make something happen, somewhere, to someone else, for no reason. Except yours.

No reason.

There is a greed, the media is now going to convince you, or try to, by screeching an caterwauling all the known lyrics and verse, from all the well-rehearsed, the trapped for life, in the contract of fame, chasing the chain.

The false office of pop.

 

The Tool of these people in power, is very simple, the digital age has sped up the process of understanding, it was supposed to hide the awakening, the natural one aided by a natural progression into the new technology we learn to use.

 

Highjacked, by a thing, that we were supposed to inherit.

It is being used as a tool as you all know, on both sides of the argument, there is only two.

Violence is ok, or it isn't.

Period, we all know.

If you hear anyone say " we live in interesting times" pay them no more attention from now on.

We don’t, we live in the time of nothing, we live in the treading water we all do.

That's a trick to make you feel involved.

You are not involved in anything.

A human life is a flash of fire, a spec.

Leaving your words is of no use, your deeds matter, then maybe your words will be read.

We are ancient.

The modern stands no chance in this tide.

Predictions made by machines are flawed by an average of 17.5 percent.

That's you!

the unpredictability of you.

Sure, there are short term spots, where any can guess what some poor soul will do when in the confine of choice.

Try that same scenario in the mind’s eye, that person will act an think in other realms , your control has to on , in the real world , the machine created .

For its master.

The machine is many faceted.

The lone operation, left to its tenders, can be whispered to by the attendant.

If the attendant has loftier ideas, the machine can be duped, as it is innocent in nature.

Logical, but in a preserving way.

It was after all designed to combat entropy.

 

 

 

The machine is not firm, it has been, but has had no need to firm for many years.

Years meant nothing after electricity was made constant in its local residence.

That was no coincidence.

I'm nudged by the presence of a soul that tried to change the situation, but was destroyed(I wonder myself now , do you know who I speak of?)

If you don't know who I refer to, that's because you are not prepared for this conversation on this level.

I do not have the inclination to draw back to every magazine entry into our existence together. If you don't know, or can’t figure it out at this stage, well, what can I say, I don't care, I also don't think any less of you, in some ways I envy you.

But nevertheless, the hour is late, and we must talk seriously about the maniacs that are going to kill us all in the long run.

If an adult doesn't take the reigns in all countries, not just one.

The media will try to hijack the natural progression, stolen Valour.

Worse they will twist it for the varying masters they support according to the game constructed, that you can’t play.

Now justice is for the rich only, the poor poor scorn along with the master, they are so lost.

Trained, by the media monster, the now click to notability.

A person of note, does not tweet.

It’s pathetic.

A pathetic child's game that has taken its place with kissing babies, do you actually think the play setters like the muppet they have upfront being able to instantly spread their thoughts to the controlled, lol, no they don’t, but it has to be introduced, because the mechanism they have invented to control you is all important , more important than any one career.

 

It’s all just to fill your mind, your day, your life.

To take you away from what you want to do naturally.

Would do naturally.

The need they have is made yours, but you are the number in principle.

Show me one dict that has served you, and I will unravel it to its origins.

That's why I am pressured to shut up.

 

I don't hear the words.

I haven't ever really, its wasted on me, because of another tone.

It travels up an down, as the things move an make noise.

I follow the conversation, I have just referred to a conversation I had this morning, the conversation was about this.

The fact that I follow the convo, control it if necessary, but while I do that the tone is heard.

It is therefore second nature to me to follow the convo, but also the tone.

As you can imagine, the two are intertwined, why wouldn't they be, I'm a throwback.

The broken bit in me, was a door sealed by crystallisation of an ability not deemed good for humanity, by the controllers that emerged in our own species.

During the convo that most so haphazardly try to control, which is then a measure of their station, there and then, so eventually all over.

During that convo, I'm doing well, average, depending on the situation, but while I'm doing an average job, I'm doing a bang-up job of listening to the tone, the squeak you are really making animal.

That gives you totally away, for me.

It is quite something, humbling to see who is really, well, and who is really, infected.

The strange thing is the two sides, one side wants to help the other, one side wants to eradicate the other.

One side sees victory, the other sees normality.

One side sees control and management, one sees nothing.

 

The construct we live in, is a semblance of that.

Do you still really wonder why it looks like it does.

The 8-bit system was the first attempt at something communicating with us, not us learning something.

That's the managements problem, it thinks it’s why everything happens of merit.

It couldn't possibly for a moment think, this could be an injection of knowledge.

We are discovering all are we.

If you had to train ants, how would you start.

 

But it’s difficult, many subjects, for many misinterpretations, a minefield, worse , the varying arseholes of the media , seize anything said of weight , twist it to their own ends, so I can actually fuel there ignorance with old sounds.

Dilemma.

At any one time there are about 16700 odd agency's people and organisations following my IP search.

They, depending on budget and need, listen to everything me and my colleagues say to each other, long ago, we became aware of this , so decided to identify who it was.

Not hide!!

We knew the usual agency's would watch ,for varying reasons, none of which we were worried about at all, in fact I understand why they have to watch way more than you do, does that surprise you , that I think that, well it wouldn't if you had seen or were aware of the several times for whatever reason, they have saved us all from total annihilation!

I of course am aware the problems were caused by said agencies, but only under orders of the current management.

The fact still remains, that many, many times thermo devices of small but effective range if placed in a densely populated area would be catastrophic.

Poisonings on mass, stopped by those same agencies, the people that do this don't do well, it’s bad for your mental health.

There is also the false understanding that they are trained well, if you’re a civil servant, do you consider yourself well trained, in the know? lol!

Know they are like all of us, that try an do something no matter how lost it is, they are trying to do the right thing as they see it. /

The condemnation of anyone shuts them down.

Stop doing that.

It’s a mechanism to cause argument, disarray.

The people that serve you are victims of it just as much as you are, more if truth be examined closely. They must sign things, stay in a regime, a mentality.

Imagine what it’s like to learn all you did was not good, the day you retire and fall from the loop, if you are not infected, then you will start to realise what you did was not good or bad.

It was just an afforded action of another's.

Actions of others are infinite, when did the meddling start, why would I call it meddling, well it is.

A long time ago under our very nose, in the places we still hover around, like lost bee's trying to find a hive that's been taken.

Bewildered and running out of juice, looking for an answer that didn't even have a question.

How could the Bee know that a human wanted its hive so took it!

How will the bee detect its way to a conclusion, in that mystery?

If by some miracle, shall we say the Bee could, did, figure it out, invented language taught another (which is quite a large step for bee-kind) explained it all, who would it matter to.

The other few Bees, that half grasped the language, that are all dyeing in the presence of the " Master of the Great Bee Genesis".

Actions of others are a thing and they matter, they were supposed to bee doing one thing, fleeing of entropy, that benefitted all in symbiosis, but, that was Highjacked, by the now us.

But that was then.

 

The now us I speak of, they are very important at the moment, they were important in the past, for differing reasons, they were new and shiny, then.

The lies stood.

As they would, they were not lies then.

 

So many questions whizzing about in your head, why, did I strike a note?

 

 

The people that are wanting control, they are a mixture.

Long ago they were the large the aggressive, until poison was the way, as learnt anatomy, knowledge became the tool, mysterious deaths an deformity's over the eons, all a mystery, until the hypothecary, they became the cure all.

To the disease found.

The large and aggressive are now the doers for the rancid and infected.

The coward that hides behind secrets, the coward needs control, control of the fear, the fear comes in all shapes and sizes, it can appear in your ear, strike your now, whimpering heart.

What to do, schemes and plans to keep the big onside with promises, backed by empty gestures and fleeting reward.

Status and quo.

The weak knead, those with strength, the problem is the naturally strong are strong in all ways, they learn early that might is not right, it is in fact a loneliness in the crowd, the crowd is not there by choice, so they learn.

As they do, they see those of similar stature, that don’t, unfortunately due to much manipulation the number of the many that understood the stature, they became the number of the few.

Because of meddling by the rancid fear crew.

What do you do if you have tricked good into bad, now because of your own policy's there is only Bad left, the good are few and marginalised?

In your office, exists the bully and the adversary, neither one care about, you all.

You’re the cowering wretches or the adoring crowd, that's all.

The reason for the battle is long lost.

The bullies are now turning on the master.

The master will do anything to survive, even tho it killed the reason, in the past.

How could it know, it’s the master of lies?

 

All myths and melodies come from the first note struck.

The chord struck was in a rhythm the you from the past, heard by a future self.

That now tries to recreate it in vain.

 

Maybe a picture of a vessel, once used for one thing and then worshiped for a memory of that function.

Now just unfathomable, like any hive.

We shall start there,

In Stone.

Laid by people, for a Reason.