2021

December

4th

My new / used camera, A Sony DSLR, although over a decade old and not full frame but this camera has a very low shutter count.

I purchased a 300mm lense from ebay for a mere £50. I am planning on taking pictures of wildlife and enablers.

1st

This month has got off to a heavy start, so I am going to post some pictures I took with my new camera last month.

The mid range DSLR camera I purchased 2nd hand is over eight years old, but has only taken four thousand pictures, I gather the life span of this camera is estimated between 200,000 to 500,000 pictures, so I guess the camera was a bargin at £120 and an additional £50 for a 2nd hand 70-300mm zoom lens.

November

28th

Took some photographs today whilst riding around Boscawen Park.

Yes, I associate Truro cathedral as a ship wreck.

Talked to an isolated man, originally from Birkenhead, living in Truro working away from home in Falmouth.

September

19th

Check out this guy I observed performing a grinding stunt on his BMX in Truro today.

These guys were really friendly, they asked me if I wanted to grind, but I had no hub protectors on my BMX.

4th

Today I discovered Mary Phagan had the same pendant that I have been wearing for years!

She was murdered by Leo Frank, head of Atlanta’s B’nai B’rith.

1st

Check out the digital art I made of Adele.

As a nobody I name her Polyphemus, the cyclops.

July

26th

Today, I'm going to publish yesterday (25/7/2021) pictures of Godrevy:

The beaches were safe, white, and clean, for a moment, it felt as if we were safe.

1st

Today I return to Cornwall, I am relieved to be leaving hospital after major surgery.

With NO following post-operative complications.

June

30th

English nurse from Yorkshire was very rude to me today; I'm nervous and with a sense of urgency wanting to leave the hospital, sister nurse came in and defused anxiety enough for me to relax back into my bed.

During my last days at the hospital, I made heart-warming rapport with a Chinese nurse named Claire who expressed sincerity toward me. Observing her professionalism, I could see she really enjoyed her job as a nurse.

29th

Relaxing in my hospital bed listening to audiobook: Mao's Great Famine by Frank Dikotter, narrated by David Bauckham.

History of absolute wickedness, an entire nation boiling in corruption, tyranny, terror and famine. 45 million dead in just 4 years.

28th

Next door to the hospital, overlooking my room window is a creepy cold building, bone fingered nuns haunt the premises, glaring through curtain twitched windows; I heard the Pope also stays in the ghoolish building when visiting London.

I'm sure you'd agree, very creepy.

27th

Set menu is delicious, I have eaten so much food. The two ward cooks are awesome, one is Tamil, the other is Italian, both are male and pull warming smiles.

The cook looked at me sometimes after placing the food on my bed tray, and sympathised with the feat before me… not so happy about the bruising on my left arm though.

Really becoming tired of Cannulas, today removed from my arm, I am happier. The red band is to warn nurses and doctors that I have allergies.

26th

It's a strange feeling going through such a gruelling operation knowing that nobody cares about you, that if anybody knew outside of the hospital that, I was here they would almost certainly be praying me dead.

My lungs were not reactive enough with my heart rate, I was told to take deeper breaths to expel stagnated gas from anaesthetic laying dormant deep within my lungs.

25th

I woke at 3:00am, despite phoning, my lift arrived late at 4:10am as the driver had accidentally returned to his sleep. The van broke down on the A30 near Bodmin Moor, first one of the windscreen wipers failed, then the engine refused to start for ten long minutes. The van misfired for another fifty miles, but seemed to run OK after we landed upon the A303 just after Exeter. Further along the road, I got to take a picture of Stonehenge!

I arrived on time (9:30am) at a private hospital in Wimbledon. I was directed to the side of the building, a suited masked man presented at the door, he asked some questions regarding COVID-19 before opening the door and letting me through to a seated area. I filled out a questionnaire and waited, five minutes later I was taken to the hospital ward and walked into my room. It felt similar to a room in a standard Hilton hotel, but medical.

There was some doubt over my admission, I had not received my results from the COVID-19 PCR test that I had taken three days ago. A nurse came in with a lateral flow test, swabbed my none and mouth, then I waited an hour and a half for her to return and tell me the result was negative. I then got undressed and into a gown and quietly prepared myself for surgery. I was called to the operating theatre about an hour behind schedule; I walked there carrying a pillow. As I was quickly prepped for surgery I met my anaesthetist, he inserted a cannula into my left arm. He then attached a huge syringe full of white liquid before instructing me to count down from ten, by the number three counts I was out. The operation lasted four and a half hours, I woke without tubes but felt extremely high, I spoke plenty of gibberish before and as I was being wheeled back to the ward. I felt no pain whatsoever and drifted in and out of sleep for about two hours. I was given a morphine pump, which started bleeping weird noises.

Nurses were Italian, Spanish, Chinese, and African, they were all caring, attentive and informative. My consultant surgeon arrived and told me my operation was a success and was without any complications. After a sigh of relief, I calmly drifted back off to sleep, a long, drawn out day over.

23rd

I've been thinking about a few things, firstly about a reversal of the panopticon, instead of everybody being made to feel they are being watched all the time by one person that victim is made to feel they are being watched all the time by everybody. Now I am theorising a containment, group coercion reinforcing captive mentality, simulating reoccurrences, an invisible street theatre of antics to manipulate the mind into an assertion projection to manipulate consensus. This could be surrounded by Rotundra of everybody's rotating to confuse and incapacitate definition, blurring every indifferent rationality out of focus. This could also be used to program the victim as the subconsciousness fights for recognition, fixating on segments that are performing sequences of a unified script, not dissimilar to an animation flipbook, each page/segment exploiting key aspects of the conscious mind against the subconscious mind.

As a liberated victim of this mind control I have evolved in awareness (through hyperarousal) of these manipulations happening to me in the streets, at first, I thought of these projections as games, a kind of objectification panopticon where rules are undefined to the one person but known to everybody. To make a group of people everybody contrast is turned up onto everybody through cultural enrichment, objectives are trauma anchored onto emblems to control the person liberating their focus and moving away from the containment of everybody. Obscuring defining moments, keeping the person focused on the rotating pendulum of everybody. The smaller everybody could theoretically take the place of the person and be surrounded by a more significant and larger everybody, but ultimately interchanging segments of everybody is key to manipulating the victim. To simplify, what I am explaining here is a Necronomicon, a reanimation of the walking dead who now only present to preprogrammed responses of cause and effect.

If we are going to defeat the INGSOC 1984 socialist paradigm we must listen and observe the superimposed imposition of our psyche, this form of societal conditioning relies heavily on selflessness and most likely draws from the conceptual Dharma of Buddhism. The narrative is also an important factor, threading passing responses together, a never-ending story sustaining the motion of this cause and effect continuum morphing and redefining self. We must begin to understand the workings of alienation of the dialectical Marxist lexicon; if the sense of self is lost, there will never be any self-fulfilling purpose and any sense of worth will become solely a matter of distribution of those who control the state. People will do anything to avoid being thrown into a pit of emptiness, and thus I consider this a defining factor of this everybody groups conformity when observing the processes of conditioning captivation in redefining reanimate compartmentalisation.

20th

Woken feeling unwell, but I tried not to place emphasis on the pain and let inhibition and anxiety, inflicted by micro tribulation persecutions, hinder my projection today. With a friend (Koala) and his two sons, we loaded his van with our bicycles and I travelled to Mên-an-Tol.

On arrival, there were no people at the sight, leaving us to resonate with the stones for at least ten minutes before others came.

I struggled through malaise during two thirds of the day, but the final third of the day I felt my body beginning to regain much required reinvigoration. We arrived at Cape Cornwall during sunset, after my friend (Karen) told me a story about the area.

I truly knew the fate of my people who dared to live, their dwelling of ancestral praxis was pushed off the edge of this cliff.

19th

Today I have been very unwell, woken up this morning vomiting blood, and was taken to hospital by ambulance, I have to go back if bleeding continues, and they are going to contact me to do an Upper GI endoscopy on me to find out what is wrong. So today I am taking a much-needed rest, last night was hectic.

The hospital looked after me and was very professional with their care. I was very anxious and did not want to hang around for long, I kept asking to leave, refused to have an x-ray, and also a COVID-19 swab but despite this hospital staff was still respectful towards me. Diagnosis: Haematemesis, upper gastrointestinal haemorrhage. My ALT was high at 135.

So much blood came up from my stomach in the morning. The walk back from the hospital was pleasant but seemed drawn out, when I got back I went straight to sleep, felt as though my life had been ripped out of me. I swear I was given a dodgy drink last night in the central bar whilst drinking with the Peter Popoff doppelganger!

They looked surprised when I stated had no next of kin.

16th

So awesome to find a white and pink foxglove in my garden this morning :)

My flat is directly above this flower, on the first floor.

10th

Today I fixed my Vollaphone after days of wrangling between Ubuntu Touch and Sailfish, both mobile OS's nowhere near developed as VollaOS which I managed to reinstall after much tumbling around with UBports.

April

30th

Earlier today, I took my BMX on a ride to the park and took some pictures.

When I look in the mirror at my ageing face, I ask the reflection: “who sucked the life out of you”.

28th

This is the 20th pot from the spider plant in my corridor, how fantastic is this?

Travelling on a desolate, lonely road for years on end I was never able to grow plants but now here we are, how totally awesome!

25th

Tired but not out.

Yet!

February

4th

Through victimisation arrived to learn dehumanisation as:

• Dehumanisation is casting in disfiguring disparities, to cripple people's nurtured prosperity of ancestral hereafter; a manifestation of infliction birthed not from deluded desperation but from envious, spite driven malice.
• Dehumanisation is being cast out, as a demon from your own inherent ancestral worth.
• Dehumanisation is being voided from recognition, having your worth withheld and presented, to another somewhere else.
• Dehumanisation is having your heart emptied and then filled with depraved hatred; propagating false claims of consent from incapcitated victims, who's projections have dissociated complacent.
• Dehumanisation is to be typecast as systematic human failure; misdirecting life into wagered, unknown games whose rules have never been shown, acknowledged or explained.
• Dehumanisation is claiming you don't care when you have been voided from caring until you cannot comprehend what care actually is.
• Dehumanisation is being alone, lost, confused, cold, hungry and then endlessly inflicted with false charity; slapped down by an outreaching hand until you become inconsolable.
• Dehumanisation is finding yourself buried in a dark pit of loneliness, with only post-traumatic nightmares to haunt and disturb you.
• Dehumanisation is people desecrating you by delivering associations of malice inflicted upon besieged and terrorised people.
• Dehumanisation is being estranged and defaced, obscured from the inherent love of your people, within the sanctity of your own homeland.
• Dehumanisation is claiming victory over a people, as body snatched possessions, a people that have been desecrated into self loathing for almost two thousand years.
• Dehumanisation is endlessly being obscured from god given opportunity, distracted, traumatised into invisible walls of incomprehensible generalised anxiety.
• Dehumanisation is having your cognition shattered and turned in on you, lacerating your heart with shards of smashed, broken dreams.
• Dehumanisation is being expected to follow and abide by laws in view of others who, with enactment presided by impunity, break those very laws.
• Dehumanisation is being ignored as a ghost, for years, whilst you are screaming.
• Dehumanisation is worth being buried alive as worthless, smothered in pathological lies, subverting and brainwashing others into sustaining an enduring, alienating altercation.
• Dehumanisation is famishing through devouring another life, depriving an alienated consciousness of an inherent recognisable existence.
• Dehumanisation is an undignified pursuit of merciless totalitarianism, through voiding every empathy known to the existence of humanity.
• Dehumanisation is being desecrated and hated out of existence by your own flesh and blood, being desensitised and driven away from your place of birth.
• Dehumanisation is egalitarian crazed miscreants gaining sadistic gratifications from systematically castigating you out as human waste.
• Dehumanisation is mutilating heartfelt victims into heartless perpetrators to sustain sadistic Machiavellian gratifications within a dark triad of Christian Socialism.

That's just some of it, think about what I've written if you heart burns with anger.