People who suffer from cancer are victims of war. Nobody now presents with cancer by accident; all have been invariably targeted for coercion and torture by potentates concealed within the network of security services comprised by a thousand companies and a hundred governments in aggregate representing special interests – more particularly, it would seem, by those pretending to bring about a millennium of liberal democracy in which the world will ostensibly be freed from the vagaries and horrors of war – but in truth, from a USA defending countries against terrorists, who in turn ridicule the initiative in their global mass media and generate messianic status for liberal democrats opposed to the war on terror, with rhetoric eliciting pity for terrorists on grounds of a spurious and destructive political correctness. Yet the brand of unconventional war waged by those potentates is far more brutish than any form of military war, since, with the assistance of dedicated media obfuscation, it targets civilians standing upright in plain view while under fire from lethal ambush.
The great advantage of cancer as a weapon of war and instrument of torture is that it wins battles for the belligerents involved, of which the media know almost nothing and the public even less. Military battles are difficult by comparison, because they are given names by the media, and governments become involved, which causes people to require statistics and reasons for the assessment of events – inevitably leading to calls for accountability.
Concealed potentates responsible for the telemetric manipulation of target victims for criminal purposes, through a dynamic of transactional management, reduce human life on Earth to the parameters of a hidden agenda prosecuting political and economic change through totalitarian social engineering techniques disguised as fashionable trends behind false appearances generated in the public media.
Pain immobilizes its victim. It confines him in the cage of an arrested society, and reduces the quality of his life to the minimum level. Pain results in effective work and study to be accomplished only with great difficulty. A normal life of love, recreation, and rest is simply no longer possible.
Motor-car accidents are particularly useful to Global Organized Crime: they offer an array of painful ailments which could be sadistically exacerbated in the event of the target victim proving resilient to implementing the socio-economic program covertly enforced by those means.
Diabetes, arthritis, asthma, tuberculosis, and other degenerative diseases have long been managed as elements of political regimes, over many years during which the conditions of patients continue to deteriorate even as growing percentages of doctor’s fees and medical aid premiums are directed into the accounts of concealed potentates conducting the program.
During the 1970s and ‘80s abnormal psychology accounted for a large part of the sickness industry, having developed as a form of coercion in countries such as South Africa, where people who knew too much, having accidentally seen or heard things related to gross oppression or torture, had to be managed by means of a system not easily contestable by family or employers, while ensuring that information remains within clearly defined boundaries from which no escape is possible. The South African cartel economic model, dominated by the British-owned resources sector, extended its policy of zero tolerance for economic competition from any quarter into the body politic, thus modelling cultural dynamics around its rapacious monopolistic strategies. The notorious Apartheid government was the proud product of that policy, until more efficacious systems for oppression were devised and marketed to the world in the form of popular liberal policies such as those now implemented in the USA.
The cage of pain within which I have been recently enclosed greatly reduces my will to continue disclosing the issues that preoccupy me. The pain constantly exhausts me, and focuses my mind on possible escapes from my plight as offered by means of personalized advertisements on national television. It slows me down, and prevents me from finding essential conclusions to arguments that could produce break-throughs in negotiations between authorities and the leadership of organized crime.
About fourteen years ago, I found myself beleaguered by many addictions and growing unaccountably amenable to many things from which my austere childhood required that I instinctively recoil. One day I sat biting down extremely hard on sweets offered by my children – round, rock-hard candy of no particular flavour or memorable taste – an experience that moved me to warn my children that biting on the sweets could cause their teeth to crack. The intention to bite down extremely hard on the sweets was imputed into my sensibility, and the action imputed into my neuro-muscular system, which could have been prepared for such purposes by ten years of dutiful exercise at the local gymnasium, during which many repetitive actions could be isolated, analyzed, and reproduced by telemetric means.
But, during the intervening fourteen years, the cracked molar never presented me with difficulty. On the contrary, an abscess was formed at the root of a tooth above the cracked one, through the effects of which I was first made aware of the ‘cage of pain’ into which any target victim could be trapped without recourse to addressing the matter, due to a lack of means to obtain evidence against those responsible.
Also, my mother developed a biological heart defect during the years when I became aware of the undisclosed forms of coercion in which the society that I represented was trapped. The left ventricle of my mother’s heart failed at crucial times, when I had prepared for showdowns with political enemies over policy changes that I wanted implemented during the early post-Apartheid years, in a power-struggle that characterized socio-economic polemics of the Apartheid decades. I realized that my mother’s condition was exacerbated whenever I worked myself into an unchallengeable position in the struggle for national liberation.
My cracked tooth became the basis for a cage of pain only recently: I was given money by my family, and told to make an appointment with the dentist. As I walked up to the building where the dentist has his rooms on the day of my appointment, I passed a SAAB vehicle whose number plate read: ‘Dagger’. I associated the SAAB brand name with military weapons systems, and with a church into which I was insinuated, probably by a constituency representing the South African Democratic Alliance, with whose bright yellow and blue colours I was continually associated during a time when I needed to support the ANC’s president Mbeki, who sought to work with the American republicans.
A young man in school uniform arrived out of schedule and was treated in my place. I waited patiently. When he emerged from the theatre, he was visibly shaken with pain. The dentist elected to fill my tooth without an injection of local anaesthetic. He drilled into the live nerve and filled the tooth. Once he had done, I sat up and spat thick blood into the basin. Those stages were put in place as part of a familiar ritual by which I would recognize the work of the security services, as I do in every other aspect of my life. The pain, that soon grew more and more intense, seemed an inevitable corollary. Having been supplied with a rationalization for the locality of the pain, I soon accepted that it would be futile to seek to change the regime thus established. But the cage of pain became operative; my tormentors are free to turn up the pain level at will, thus to closely control my behavior in the process.
It seems as if a radiation treatment is applied, by the effects of which the tooth hurts in a way that affects my ear, my throat, other teeth, my lips, and eyes, along with facial pains deriving from stress in trying to determine causes behind matters as presented in news bulletins. High degrees of resolve are required to reach the conclusions presented here, because those involved in agendas on which I comment exercise direct effects upon me, that are calculated to divert my attention to the many pleasant and lucrative lifestyles that I could enjoy instead of concerning myself with difficult, dangerous matters.
I started writing down my thoughts and observations some eight years ago, when I lived with my mother and my sister, and was given access to a PC. I taught myself to type, and set to writing out philosophical issues of a religious nature that had preoccupied me at the time. Soon, however, I was moved to comment on current affairs. As I focused on the issues that impacted most powerfully on the national situation, I found myself continually moved away from the use of sets of brands representing the conservative position that I sought to occupy, which caused things to work out well for the country, and moved instead towards sets of brands representing terrorists, communists, and criminals as fine people whose causes deserve to prevail – which caused things to work out abominably for the country.
However, my stupid struggles must somehow have had the right effect at some level, for I am now enabled to reach a public – perhaps a closely circumscribed one, but a public nevertheless, rather than the police or other authorities who work far from public comment exclusively. That must mean that an arrangement has been reached by which the dirty secrets that I attack are to be gradually released into the public domain. That gives me cause for immense hope: I have long perceived a mechanism by which those responsible for suffering in others have recourse to crossing a bridge into a safe haven, provided only (presumably) that they desist from prosecuting the dynamics causing the suffering.
It seems to me incredibly important that such a mechanism must be constantly improved with use, so that evils can be addressed in terms that produce positive results, rather than to have a situation obdurately continue where an entire nation is delivered into the hands of concealed misanthropists who refuse to put themsleves in the positions of those who suffer as a result of their totalitarian social engineering drives. Throughout the years in which I monitored developments, I never once found that the sadistic schemes calculated to coerce people into abjuring their convictions actually worked. Those who capitulated beneath the pressure of flattery and promises were going to blindly pursue their personal obsessions from the start, having never acquired requisite background to assume responsibility for the world that they help to create. Those whose lives were threatened with terminal diseases understandably felt that they had no choice but to comply, but only because they were isolated individuals pitted against a united enemy – like prisoners of war being captured, not like cowardly soldiers hiding from action. The morally strong ones always endure to the bitter end.
It seems that those responsible for all suffering endured in a modern world that was created on strength of the promise to improve the quality of life – to save people from the aches and pains of accident, age, and disease – have been rendered profoundly unbalanced by their refusal to gain requisite perspective on the nature of existence in terms of the cycle of birth and death, which argues that quittance will have to be made for every injustice perpetrated upon every other – for the simple reason that any less efficient view would insult the intelligence behind the powers of nature and of the Universe. A change-over of roles would have to be effected in terms of the relative relations of power between every sadist and his or her victim from one life to another in a journey through the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth into new worlds in any universe as intelligent as this one promises to be.
Those who refuse to appreciate the wisdom of organized religion confront the world with a dilemma: the entire Universe, with its system of planets appointed to host life, is rendered unbalanced by the need to re-establish order through penance made for crimes that could have been avoided. Hence the instinctive disapproval that religionists feel for non-conformists. Yet such things cannot be perfectly understood during the present time, in which barbarous thought systems dominate – speculation remains the sole vehicle by which intuitions of that nature may be systematized, and oppression easily overtakes efforts to regiment behavior.
Still, the notion of an entire world subjected to the vagaries of mentally disturbed misanthropes who have usurped the prerogatives of God makes me feel extremely uneasy. I once spoke to a former hardened criminal who had converted to Christianity, and became an ordained priest in a Pentecostal denomination – who told me in grisly detail how God had cured him from addiction to steroids, and how he had to be taken right to the edge of the abyss by means of terminal cancer, of which God cured him at the last moment in order to redeem his formerly criminal nature. His story was rendered unforgettable by a single detail: he said that, during the worst phase of his ordeal, when his mother pushed his wheel-chair into the foyer of the hospital, the pain was so great that a crack in the floor as large as that of the groove between two tiles, would knock his breath clean out of him, every time.
Yet as I listened to the once errant priest, I already knew what I could not then confide in him: the Mafia has usurped the prerogatives of God; it hourly interlopes between God and His creatures – and it does so for criminal purposes. It seeks to profit from the suffering and deaths of innocent people in order to bring about political and economic changes that would render the world more amenable to the agendas of barbarians who find the acquaintance of ordinary people repulsive, and can deal with them only when they are managed at the impersonal level of target subjects in ICT surveillance regimes. Moreover, they subject them to the indignity of suffering from serious diseases to the point of death, where they deign to grant them spectacular faith cures or death-bed conversions in prosecution of an agenda too sinister to be made known to the public: a bid to take control of the process by which human life is perpetuated through childbirth. They wish to take control of the process by which hosts of souls hourly speed to Earth for incarnation through childbirth, thus to arrange indefinite continued lives for themselves in the bodies of others – without the vexation of encountering opposition.
In order to realize that insanely ambitious quest, the criminals need to govern the mules who conduct the global drug trade from which the larger part of their profits accrue in a manner that could save the lives of key operatives even if it would involve deceiving both the church and the medical profession – which would require that the entire world be turned upside down.
Simple African Christians and Arab Muslims would think very little of the world if they had to know that the ancient convention of trust had fallen on such unworthy times as to render it folly in the eyes of the powerful. However, in that respect they would find themselves in the illustrious company of Bill Gates and Warren Buffett. Bill Gates is on record as having often stressed the fundamental importance of building superb relationships. Warren Buffett’s most famous manager emphasized that Buffett trusts him so implicitly that he would sooner die than to shock that trust. Simply, those two venerable sages had the backing of their massive capital power to navigate them past the imperfections of the world, whereas simple African and Arab religionists have nothing of the kind.
The notion of reversing the direction of causality by which Nature teaches her creatures to adapt and thrive through the hard lessons of growing to adulthood in a dangerous environment, for the purpose of profiting from the effects of crime, must rate as one of the worst ideas ever conceived of. Surely the time has come for those who flourish on strength of such notions to reconsider the direction that they have taken on behalf of the world’s people in their capacity as custodians of science and of management systems.
The criminals driving the agenda discussed here suffer from precisely the same factor as that upon which they depend for success with victims subjected to the indignity of disease: fear. The fear of death and of having to relinquish the control built up at such a terrible price over an entire lifetime is too great to permit of the final letting go of the things of this world that death represents to ‘mere mortals’. Although criminals would not graciously admit it, they have great cause to fear a confrontation with the powers that established them in their present incarnation on this planet at this phase of its history. Whatever the case may be, surely the entire world should not continue to suffer indefinitely as a result of something so invidious as the cowardice of the cruellest people living among them today?
The challenge directed at athletes and other strivers against the limitations into which human beings have been covenanted by the powers that constituted them among these realms is being disingenuously abused in a bid to set a ‘pain barrier’ for every human endeavour by which disease and misery can be justified in the interests of increased profits for criminals.
Absolute Evil is moving to undo the work of Creation. Those who can must do whatever possible to prevent it from succeeding.
