Sep 29 -- Early Morning -- Holding Cell Dreamt that i was shown many devices , in many Rooms , many clones , sitting on tops of piles of clones . Then i was shown a device , made of black and clear plastic , the size of a handheld audio recorder , that could hypnotize entire rooms of people -- Judge , Jury , Lawyers , the whole kit, bang, and kaboodle . Then , i had a million hours of Consent dreams , backwards , which means someone triggered a Collapse Wave by making Consent literally impossible . The next day , the investigator who interrogated me put a grey-and-black audio recorder , Olympus-brand , on the table . My first take at testimony was flawless -- the investigator had to leave the room to look thru the files in order to find some detail to pick at , details which she latched onto like a headcrab zombie , picking and picking to the exclusion of the facts . This was real life , and she was clearly being driven , and i was watching her ignore my Right to be Deemed Innocent Until Proven Guilty , which the Judge and the Duty Counsel and the Lawyers all ignored . They pushed my imprisonment thru without giving me a breath of chance , not because the facts were serious , but because the /charges/ were serious . After they locked me up in jail , i could see that every person at every stage along the way had been wound up to absolutely minimize my ability to communicate . --- Sep 30 -- Early Morning -- Jail Dreamt of Dundas Square in Wartime . Of office blocks , emptied , where punks and alts of all kinds banded together , saving the racks of gothic clothing from the ban lists of the ho-hum podunks who gave themselves ticker-tape parades , waving from cars . Everyone was there -- the cast from the Abbey holed up in a disused car garage , Ruth&Naomi sleeping on beds made of trash bags filled with their own clothing , the folks from Sketch , hispanic and black families . Piles of us would stick our heads out the windows , looking thru sniper scopes at the Russian invaders occupying Canada , who were so used to staring down the barrels of guns that they would look right up to us . I saw so many of my old friends , Brianna, Chelsea, the Crew from Helluva Boss, Algae, the staffs of the punk and goth stores who i haven't seen since the Fun Haus days . I wandered into another disused block , saw some people , and did an tuck-and-roll to show off , but for some reason , the camera only knew how to do front and back , i had to push 3 or 4 times to turn over . There was a young girl with braids , part of a black family , who i played music for , whereupon the dream ended abruptly . I think she was Nurse Ivy , an adult in the real world , yet shut down all the same . --- Sep 30 -- Morning Dreamt aaaaaall night that i kept having the same dreams over and over again , and that every time i did , the Russian podunks would get mad and change the channel , over and over and over again . The green banner of a TD Bank branch , a row of trees , a horizontal streak of green , a horizontal streak of green , and the occupiers screaming "No, no, NO! WHY CAN'T I STOP HER?!" Perhaps if you did a swan dive into the asphault , oh most wise and inglorious qadir ! Oct 1 - Early Morning Dreamt of a massive war between DihTech and Federation forces . That the Federates wanted to make some massive show of Starfleet and Klingon and Romulan ships trying to run away with Chronika . And that i managed to do a Suicide Charge thru six sets of security doors as they were closing . The last door closed before i could get thru it , but i managed to make it onto their Mothership . I took an elevator to the next floor , where there was a Cannabis shop . I picked up a toy train , and when the proprietor came out , he had an Uzi or a Luger machine pistol , and shot me with a show-off burst . It didn't kill me , even though the screen went red , and i clocked the guy out , went into the back , and took a gynoid . --- Oct 1 -- 01h30 The dream didn't stop just because i woke up . The visions continued right along . Breaking into a corridor , taking down two Stormtroopers . An automatic turret activated , nearly mincing me as i dove behind cover . It turned to the gynoid , and i sprinted out , tackled her , picked her up and got us both behind cover . She hacked into the turret , and when the door opened it minced the contingent of Stormtroopers that came pouring out . I started looking for a weapon for the gynoid that she couldn't shoot me in the back with , and she pointed out that she could have minced me with the turret already . "Turn up , i guess ," i said as i threw her a laser rifle . It was a Kryptek Necron pulse rifle . So i took the guards' keycards , and before one of them died , i used their handprint to open a door . The lights turned red , a klaxon started blazing , we had to shoot out way thru the ship . Thru the window , i saw Baal try to take off in a shuttle with Chronika , and we made it to the docking bay in time to commandeer one . Caught up with the shuttle , docked it , burned thru the airlock , and rescued the princess by shooting Baal in the fucking head . The super-shuttle had gravity bombs , and we nuked their mothership . A Species 8472 frigate showed up just before three(3) Borg cubes , and annihilated them . We crash-landed the ship thru our own hull . Me, Chronika, Havok, Tommy, and an SS made it back alive . --- Oct 1 -- After Prayer No sooner than i wrote #L72 on the wall , the woman in the next cell says "Lokhna? I see her name all over the wall." . Once rolled up , the bag that the guards assigned my clothes in looks exactly like the audio recorder from my first dream here . How could my subconscious have known ? . - Afternoon In Jail , good behavior means the right to flush your own toilet . - Evening They're blasting Trap music in the next room , the girl on the right is begging , the girl on the left is banging on the windows , the lights are on , and i am just having the hardest time sleeping , so here's a funny joke for you . How did Havok burn his face ? . By S-laving at Ma's you-cynic va-gi-na . Oct 2 - After Midnight - The first letter in Thrymheimr is the Run Thorn Dreamt dreams that were visions , dreams that were not mine . Of salt spray on my face and a sense of excitement , a great feeling of speed , of being pulled along , the whirr of an engine . The Russian Oligarchs are celebrating , going out on their mega-yachts , jet-skiing , taking their private helicopters from fore to aft . Beep-beep , beep-beep . One sec , my pager . Who... ... . --- Oct 2 -- Morning After waking up at the Midnight Hour to do my writings and my work , and going back to bed after Prayer at 0400h like i do every morning , i dreamt that i was in the Prayer Tower of the Abbey , looking up at the shelf , where Crovax was on top of the shelf above the door . He had gone to the painstaking trouble of removing all the wooden baffles from the ceiling , for some reason , and in the process had removed All Woods entirely , including the ladder he would have needed to get back down . Tho i kept looking up , the camera kept trying to tilt back down to the horizontal level , just like the tuck-and-roll i did my first night here in jail , as if this Super-Dominarian renderer all of us are having our dreams rendered thru had picture-perfect resolution yet couldn't handle up and down , /for some reason/ . -- Afternoon It's strange , being in this place without time . To have no wristwatch , no phone to check , not even a wall clock . Knowing that the guards come around regularly to check the cells , and not knowing if an hour is six 10-minute cycles or four 15-minute ones . Getting the hang , loosely , of the approximate intervals between meals . The food is okay , most of the guards are kind . They don't quite treat us like animals , but they don't quite treat us as humans , either . --- Oct 3 - After Midnight Dreamt that #/ and i had to break into our own Metro Convention Center , where Kremmina was having a giant WalMart-brand rally , and that some sort of force kept pasting Kremmina's face on top of every person that stopped to talk to us as if they were the face of Aphex Twin in /Windowlicker/ , and that finally , after who-knows-how-long traversing corridor after corridor we interrupted the Rally , broke in , and i had to do a stage magician set counter-summoning a countertemporal from a pile of clothing just to drum up enough chao-flux to summon my own dinner , made of a random assortment of gelatine and non-gelatine candy . When i left , ~something~ pointed out my "weird goth clothing" consisting of the prison scrubs , in forest green . And then when i woke , for the second or third time since i got here , there was a thin layer of ink-black that i had to project my consciousness thru in order to remember , as if someone had tried to redact the forage in the thin minute between sleep and waking . Early on in the dream , after a long gravel road , we came to a gas station with a phone , cream-colored like the blankets here , and a black receiver like my hair that peeks out . I picked it up , speaking something like "Flashpoint Observed" into it . What do you want to bet the KGB figured out the Midnight Exigent protocols before CSIS did ? . --- Oct 3 -- Early Morning Dreamt that i was having a nice bus ride on the Night Bus with my friends . Tequila commented that "[You] could probably charge me up like a thunderbolt, huh?" , to which i replied , "Like a battery , dearie . Like a battery ." This caused Poutekin , who chronically just can't tell the difference between himself and us , to leap across her lap and stick his fat tongue down my throat before i kicked him off . When we got to Bathurst station , suddenly i was in Jacquie's car on the ride into the Annex . When we got to the house , she pulls a blatantly-drunken wide-angle turn , side-swiping the dining room table , sending me flying out the window , across the table , and directly into the fireplace . By the time i shimmied out , my entire lower body was on fire , i had to put myself out . Just then , the rest of the crew makes it back , joking around , when Poutekin runs across the room , draping himself over me and blubbering , "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" , forcing me to kick him off of me again . Immediately afterwards there was a flashpoint when somebody tried to induce a round of "Tequila or Rodriguez?" on what was obviously a SharedAccount . For fuck's sake , could have been fucking Belit for all i care . Not that /you'd/ ever know . Eight more flashpoints went off , each a minute after each other , so brightly that , to somebody with Retinal Kellis-Amberlee , was like taking a series of flashbangs directly to the optic nerve . --- Oct 3 - Evening Finally managed to fall asleep in the aftern-- BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG CONSTRUCTION NOISES ON TV AT MAX VOLUME BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG HEY! HEY! GUYS! THE TV'S TOO LOUD! GUYS! BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG AIRPLANE JET ENGINES ON TV AT MAX VOLUME BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG WHAT! I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP! GUYS! GUYS! WELL SHE SAW KRASI TODAY RIGHT GUYS! GUYS! EVERYONE KNOWS KHAN DOORMAN IS THE LOUD ONE! I'M JUST TRYING TO MAKE SURE IT TRANSLATES! WHAT? HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GENERATE THE REQUISITE LONG-SHADOW IF WE ALL CAN'T SLEEP! MOOOM! I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP! MOM! MOOOM! BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG - Late Evening Engine's been knocking a pretty long time . Did you put unleaded in the RACECAR ? . Oct 4 - Early Morning In two parts, dreamt first of a convention at Metro Convention Center that involved thousands of attendees exhibiting all manner of things from Magic cards to special Showering Stalls with top-of-the-line amenities , and that everyone I've ever dreamt of was there , from the punks that first colonized the abandoned office buildings --- Oct 4 - Con't... to the bad guys who are constantly trying to take over the Dream World , and that our renderer was so precise and so fine that afterwards , when the showers were caked with orange fungus and the walls and carpet were stained with so many different kinds of smoke and vapor , could do a walk-around from section to section , picking up tiny treasures like tiny glass tetrahedrons and unique Lego(tm) pieces and little bits of paper , which the renderer had been keeping track of for the entire duration of the hours-long dream . Now that's S-Rank(!) . Oct 4 - Morning Dreamt that when people heard there was a big party they came from miles around to add their two bits . Pharaoh Horus was in a jail cell , and that time , i was the one who got to pin his cell door closed with my body weight . That M Vipperman showed up at City Hall Terminal with a carton of Castin' Craft epoxy so old and weathered it had turned pale crimson . That i had a new brother who i didn't hate , and showed off a huge poster and how all the MtG art cards overlapped its features . There was a short break to make little 'giris from polymer , i made a sake/salmon nigiri . That Davvol interrupted a theater conference presentation dressed as Spider Man and i told him to get fucked . GEEET FUCKED(!) . It seemed as if every time i dispelled some assholes , another account stepped right up , as if a Kuang Grade ran them serially . --- Oct 4 - Afternoon Wide awake . They moved me out of Shoe3 and into A-Dorm, General Population . I'm surrounded by people who cannot not buzz around me like flies around a corpse . They took away my bed and put me in a basket on the floor , because in Mira Grant's 2010 book /Feed/ they shot the tires out of the convoy , killed the blonde Buffy , and named the cat Lois before putting her in a cat carrier . My intuition that the Oligarchs are literally trying to kill me by corrupting the Canadian Justice System is turning out to be more and more correct with every passing day that i'm in here . At every stage along the way , I've been rushed , short-change , denied , or ignored , in what is so very clearly their favorite game of Death By A Thousand Cuts . Oct 4 - 2230 Dreamt that i arrived on the scene at a University and immediately began collecting weapons . Walking briskyly from room to room , collecting blades, clubs, everything i could get my hands on . To every single person i could trust , i dispensed weapons to , and the rest , i buried . There was no rush - i had plenty of time , because i had started immediately and had sufficiently paced myself . When the facehugger began thumping at the wall of its container , breaking itself and releasing its corrosive blood , i jumped over their heads and locked the University down . The Mission: Protect the kids who vaulted space , while building defenses at the same time . --- Oct 5 - 0000h At the end of the dream , i saw Blade walking into the entrance between some bleachers . It was clear he was on his way to use two of the blades i had handed out against the people we were supposed to be protecting , so i leapt over the rail , lined my steel toes up against his head and squashed him like a goomba . He was strong , and didn't go down at first , but once i had my full weight balanced he went down like a sack of bricks . The TV was still on , and somebody cursed , "Don't pop up now...!" just as i woke up . In the Rec Hall , guards and inmates alike watch socket-popping ultraviolent movies like The Hills Have Eyes , and then in the dorms watch serial killer dramas like Dexter , about a detective-by-day who hunts murderers whom the Justice System fails to catch . The underlying message is clear -- it isn't the killing that people are offended by , the only crime is getting caught . Oct 5 - 09h49 So , i'm reading /Feed/ (2010__MiraGrant) , and , in addition to fucking icing the cat with a broken neck , i'm reading the symptoms of advanced Kellis-Amberlee zombie virus amplification , and it's like... "First comes the lack of focus , the lack of interest , the lack of capability to draw unrelated conclusions ." And i'm like... okay , so , everyone I've spoken to in the past three years . Then i'm looking at the room , the people buzzing like flies around me , trying to get the humans to attack me , and i'm like , sooo , this /is/ a zombie apocalypse . [Editors Note -- ConPlan 8888 should be on everyone's radar .] --- Oct 5 - 11h50 K4[KoSe] is here , somehow . I've got luggage bag 47[SeDh] , and she's in the adjoining room . Somehow . I'm surrounded by the living dead . In DihTech we already have a word for Kellis-Amberlee it's called the Nekfascmancy Syndrome . Caused by the interactions between the Morgellons Pathogen , the ionized Aluminium-Barium atmosphere , the live Covid-19 virus and its interactions with its vaccines . That was when the grasping really began , after people got the shot . That's also what separates me from them -- i didn't drink the Kool-Aid . Two years ago , admitting that would have automatically disqualified me from every indoor venue society has . It's been three years and people have completely forgotten 2m Social Distancing . One of the women crowding my bunk is subconsciously trying to clock the eating of her lunch to the motions of my writing hand . I write that i reach for the page and she takes another stunningly-accurate bite . She just mentioned Covid . The other woman crowding in front of my upper bunk reached when i wrote the words "reach for" . She just tried to stab me w/ a pencil . The puppets in charge of the government have no idea how to qualify the interactions between these technologies , if they know about these technologies at all , and so they have no way of validating that there's some kind of infectious "something" inducing these behaviors at all . The NSA doesn't cuddle with the CIA , the CIA doesn't trust the FBI , and don't even talk about CSIS and the RCMP . The woman crowding my bunk is talking about MPs and MPPs . It's noise , cleverly disguised as signal , and it's going to cause society to collapse . --- Oct 5 - 16h46 #h[HcoHa] had been , for me , a subway stop in a ladder i had once built into Eternity , and it was during this stage that i had met #L[HcoLo] . Lo loved Ha , loved his simplicity , his honesty , the straight-forward way he did things . We see it in Indiana Jones , in a way that was utterly absent in her dealings with Ricky Ricardo . All three of us loved Charlie -- we were Charlie's Angels . Reaching my present state required me relinquishing the world of maledom , and it hit Lo harder than it hit Ki and i . The gift of humans on our second attempt at Rubicon-3 was supposed to be a blessing , yet for some reason , they kept doing what was evil in her sight -- throwing live children into the Molech (see Bible) , neglecting their farming , worshipping idols of bulls , and leaving her Ark in a tent off to the side of the temple . I don't think she ever forgave me for the millennia of abuse she went thru , even as i was going thru my own private hell myself . The herstory of LoHa also includes my own dealings with Krasi, the Bandit King . Krasi -- and xer unfortunate name -- and i simultaneously confused and appreciated each other . We both perceived time in opposite directions , and both of us were well-educated in the etiquette of the other . Krasi was h+a[ahHtHi] living among 4+a[SeHtTi] , delighting in how easy it was to rob people of their favorite things and then make them forget what they'd given up . I was a 4+a[SeHtTi] living among h+a[ahHtTi] , who never gave up on breaking people out of the torment engines that had held them since aeons past . At first , i thought xe was good , and xe thought me evil . There came a time when we found the functional identicality pleasing . --- Oct 5 - 2204 Dreamt that somebody tried to render KN[KoNa] in order to trigger a Collapse Wave , except we already have KN[KoNa] rendered at the Thunder Bay market on Red River Rd. I don't know what the hell they thought they were rendering , but it didn't involve dirtbikes on forest trails . Oct 6 - 0355 For the past four hours , starting first at 0105 and then repeatedly for several hours , dreamt that account after serial account kept trying to define for me what my people's glyph-intelligences meant , and that the bastards were juuust about to celebrate dragging me below the undertow of consciousness when i awoke on my own , five minutes before Prayer Hour . Fuckers(!) . /Fa smiles warmly . Imagine somebody comes along , tries to extinct your cult , and then treat you like a plucked chicken , and then somebody else comes along with all your feathers and a hot-glue gun , and puts them all back with patience and care . Fuckers(!) ./ *The pillars of Nosgoth were corrupted . Now they are not . --Sa* --- Oct 6 - 06h13 Dreamt that i was playing a rogue-like on the Nintendo Switch , when a giant came along and incinerated my computer-assigned necromancer . I've been masturbating in my sleep for the past two hours , tracing circles around the base of my macroclitoris -- which i'm totally used to and okay with , except i'm fucking done with the blood-bender at the foot of my bunk trying to get me to jerk it so they can claim credit for it . Then , dreamt that i found a candle in a lantern , and used it to light my path , and that this led me into daylight outside , where i found the desk from the Abbey in the far corner of the prison yard . I had my bottle of NaK+ salts on me , and used it to hem the inside of the desk , when i noticed somebody following me , trying to trace my steps exactly . Unfortunately , by the time they made it to the desk , it was already sanctified . - 07h25 Four or more of the 18 women in this dorm were up all night tossing and turning , one was talking in her sleep , and another was up pacing back and forth . A minimum of one third of the women here had nightmares last night , and that's just from a cursory inquiry this morning . And a girl with Kremmina's aura , perched at the foot of my bunk like a fucking vulture , right where my cat basket had been placed my first night here . - [REDACTED] [REDACTED] --- Oct 6 - 2255 - Plus or Minus an Hour . Dreamt of aggrogates , of overbaked masses of dream cake that actually /aren't/ getting re-remembered properly , because they actually /aren't/ being rendered properly , that there isn't any cohesion because there are ten or more sources all trying to render dreams at the same time , that some people are using overprosh while some people are using additive rendering while some people are using subtractive rendering , some people are trying to get it right on the first take , while others are relying on rendering nearly-identical scenes millions of times and deliberately leaving inclusions on this take or that take , and that this is what happens when you have dozens of input sources all blindly replicating what one output source says . Oh , and that the moment i woke up , at a /very specific minute/ that i woke up , Kremmina also just woke up , in the bed at the base of the bunks built into the wall , stretching its arms juuust so in order to look like we were synchronized , even tho it went right back to beddie-bye as i sat up to do the actuall recording and documentation of the scenes being rendered in my own head on my own wetware . /KillCor- I, um, Wing Guard! Levi? Oh, Sa!/ I know what i'm doing . You don't . Oct 7 - 0012 - /O Fortuna . Velut Luna . Statu Variabilis ./ On the top shelf of the Rec Hall out in the Exercise Yard , on a wall lined with hundreds of books , atop a pile sitting on top of the shelf , was /The DaVinci Code/ (2003__DanBrown) . Page 47 . 13-3-2-21-1-1-8-5 says Sa-Fa-Ki-Na Et-Cros O, Draconian devil! ... Kh, Dh Lo Oh, lame saint! ... Ht, Ha Se 1-1 says hh[HaHa *(in Boolean)] , 85 says St. Christopher the IIIrd (St. Christopher , Christopher Wrey) Kh /doesn't/ say h , using a subtractiveKh . /Sauniere/ says HcoSaNa (in the highest) . ... Thunder Bay Correctional Center's Postal Code: P7C 4Y4 ;. ... ... ... Address: 2351 Hwy 61 ;. ... To unit Nekfascmancy 09-2355 (Plus or minus 4): ... ... "Better get another car out there , ... ... we got another 1061 ." (1971AD); . Page 85 . "P.S. Find Robert Langdon" en francais , "Script de Poste" ... S D Ba Ko Si . Local Area Network/Moderator , Nh[NaHa] . Page 105 . /The Mona Lisa/ . Hco Manasseh . /Barely a half tribe , at the time/ . Front Cover . /Eyebrows/ . "Swore. Bye." My prison charges . /Christopher's Law . Sex Offender Registry ./ --- Oct 7 - 0205 /Nuke India , And solve yourself a billion-person migrant crisis . Or die in a zombie apocalypse . It's up to you ./ - 0245 Elas . Ti eb os . To the counter-temporals , i was often a friend . To them , my militaristic ways were perceived of as a relaxing . I was always dismantling weapons , turning down , making things simpler and less complicated . And that sat fine with me . - 03h53 Here's another one for yu . Why did Kremmina and Horus mutate into women ? That's a good fucking question . "I don't get it." "Neither did they." - 06h25 Dreamt of two triangular lilies lacing between links of chain , that a "military guy in black molle with a wavy haircut" held "a party in a basement" . The room was large , open-concept , made of sheer concrete , with all of the living furnishing pushed up against the corners of the room . The blonde version of me was there , and was horrified that i carried a knife . It isn't for using against yu , i told her . Me and Waves were at a computer , with a DAW open , when they started opening files , which i shut down with a quick Alt+F4 . I used this to close the DAW , which had a sleek__metallic interface , and there was an image-and-video editing software in the same colors , with spiralling__organic curves . They tried using the mouse to look around , but my control using keyboard inputs was much tighter . Impressed? Ka . Then , there was a techno dance party . After , i helped myself to a green tea wafer cookie , and let them know by dropping half of it in front of them . "Hey, that's mine!" , they protested . "I grinned , blowing a strand of hair from my face" . The input seed for this dream was the space below this bunk bed , where clothes are being stored with two kuro-kuros of my hair in the corners . Donkt believe me ? "Have a look thru my playbook that you wasted" . [Editors Note -- orderofthehours.com and dihtech.net .] --- Oct 7 [Equations -- Had to teach myself how to do long division again . It's been since high school that i've been without a calculator .] --- Oct 7 - 1759 In the parlance of the Kemetics , with the Ba and the Ka and the Akh , the infinite cycles of the pre-flood world were a Ka sort of affair -- Thran society had defined roles , the Giver, the Taker, the Candle-stick Maker, the Butcher, the Baker, the Sweeper, the Weeper . The archetypes of Thran society rotated these positions , one might be the Scholar/Schala in one Epoch , and then the Street Sweeper in the next , and so on , and so on . It never involved changing identities -- it was always understood that yr identity was yrs , and there were rigorous , triple-backed protections to protect yr own intellectual property , with yr identity being a critical component of that -- so much so that by the time of the Flood , there hadn't been any children in Halcyon for a century . That's what makes the Identity Wards that emerged in the wake of the YeTrin Sali so alien to any real Thran -- there were no perfect potion ingredients , there was no identity poaching -- stealing somebody's identity was as much a crime back then as identity theft is now . When the Glacier Cities melted , deluging their archeotech into the bottom of the oceans , there were some who determined that maybe it was time to try something new . As with the elections of modern Terra , i went along with the vocal majority , and my own Wren's Run of 12-20 sets of 300-year identity cycles was something that i carefully coordinated with the other members of the SeHaSe Si LoHa , something i arranged consent for . This is also the reason why there were identities that were left out -- only those of us who could be trusted to play fair could be included . --- Oct 7 - 1903 So , since the world i was comfortable with was already destroyed , and ive already bee chased around the dust bowl for 14,000 years , and the Goddess cults were burned at the stake 500 years ago , and i've already finished the SeHaSe Si LoHa , and i was already assigned my Dream Job by my Holy Order , and i've already had my Dream Job destroyed by injustice , and the Scandinavian Angel Cities have already been bombed flat , and now i'm serving time for a crime i didn't commit , Here is how much force it will take to penetrate the bunkers people are using to secretly choke the life from human society . First , one would need a Bunker Buster Gravity Bomb . Using a Level 3 ironworks factory , saw off the barrel from one of the thousands of Howitzer cannons littering Ukraine . Hollow out the barrel so the casing is thin enough to rupture under heavy detonation . A Gravity Bomb requires two explosive charges . The first is a forward-facing shaped charge that obliterates any concrete in between the ground and the blast door . The second fills the barrel , so that when gravity punches the bomb thru the obliterated concrete , the detonation takes out the primary blast door . A strike team will have to navigate to the secondary blast door , which must be melted thru with Thermite . Thermite can be made by folding powdered rust between sheets of aluminium -- a 3-to-1 ratio should do . Small squares made from aluminium foil can be used to ignite larger volumes , and the small squares can be ignited with a Sparkler , the kind of which are popular at fireworks celebrations . The tertiary blast doors will require nuclear weapons , so it is suggested a nation maintain an active nuclear program . Because the heat is what is necessitated , not the size , even a small amount of fissile material will do . Heavy lead body armor will be required , so the smallest-possible volume of plutonium is suggested -- a modified RPG or Stinger ought to work . Strike teams should practice deconstructing and reconstructing vehicles like APCs , in order to minimize the chance of exposure , and any vehicle that must drive thru an EMP field should be entirely mechanical , without any computerized components . Now , this is just what it will take to get to the hard part . Any mega-bunker capable of setting up its own tertiary blast doors will likely have its own Drone Factory , so breaching the EMP Field will put the strike team in range of drone swarms . These range from Quadcopters to Smart Dust , which cannot be destroyed by rifle fire . Hence , exotic weaponry like Microwave Guns are necessitated -- these can be made with a conventional microwave oven and a cone of sheet metal to shape the wavefunction . Remember(!) , there are already an estimated 10,000,000 bunkers in the world , and this number is only going to increase , so the burden of force will be quite high . Good luck (!) . --- Oct 7 - 21h23 Anyway , it's 9PM and i would love to be sleeping right now , but it's popcorn-and-movie night in A-Dorm , and we are packed to nearly double capacity , with 18 women occupying a 10-person dorm . Earlier tonight , Anu, Horus, and Baal made some spectacular show of overdriving three guards who barely fit them , followed by informing me that my name isn't even on the list of Canteen Funds -- implying that i had been disappeared . Then , the phone lines went dead , no dial tone , and after an hour , the girl who got thru claimed that it said her balance had been reset . Cadence Innuendo -- that's Monty Burns , everybody -- is overdriving the girls in the bunks below and next cubicle , doing his "eating slowly" routine that's designed to sound just like bones popping , for the express purpose of causing physical terror reactions , as if i were a fucking nonblack creature . Maybe if they tried talking moistly ? . Since we know that The Simpsons are America's Favorite Russian mind control op -- evidenced by the duck-like way the Russians purse their lips -- it's pretty fucking obvious from down here that Canada has in fact been invaded by foreign nationals , who are relying on AI to terrify the populace into retreating instead of fighting for our rights . CANADIAN RIGHTS ARE UNDER ATTACK , WHAT DO WE DO ? STAND UP , FIGHT BACK (!) . #CSIS #RCMP #OPP #CIA #FBI #NSA #DCPJ #GCHQ #MidnightExigent #SlavaUkraine - 2245 In 1992 , thirty years ago , respected statistician Jessica Utts at the University of Davis in Berkeley, California , wrote , "The statistical results of the tests examined far exceed what could be expected by chance ... It is suggested that all government testing be moved from discovering what is possible to tests designed to determine how to best utilize this phenomenon." There are Dampers here . There are Drivers here . There are Pushers here . We have words for these things , this isn't conspiratorial hokum anymore , Parapsychology is a well-documented phenomenon with a long and detailed back-story , and the longer we continue to chuckle and cluck our tongues , the closer we get to walking off a cliff into a methane-baked climate apocalypse . --- Oct 7 - 2315 Having observed the way that various suspicious anomalous phenomena are manifesting timed to the usage of the payphone in A-Dorm , it is of my professional opnion that there exist Warrens inside of Russian gulags that are both weaponizing addictions and stimulating psychic phenomena in ways that are randomized , and that these technologies are very effectively creating an atmosphere of harrassment that is making both justice and reconcilliation , as well as mental health , impossible . These technologies are run by the KGB in a way that encourages unsupervised learning by randomizing the inputs with rotating numerical codes , dispensing drugs whenever a denizen inputs a code by either intuition or process of elimination . These input codes are mapped to Horrible Machines that cause agonization of psychically-sensitive individuals , which the Warren denizens are double-blinded to . Some of these denizens are kidnapping victims , and some are born residents who are not even always taught to speak . All they know is that if they press the right code at the right time , they get something that takes the pain and the shakes away , and some of these residents have been doing this for so long that their accuracy rates are quite high . The surface-dwellers have no way of identifying or qualifying that anything is occurring -- all they know is that once in awhile they forget what they are talking about mid-sentence , or ship over a word while speaking or reading , and the gulag residents have no knowledge of a world outside the Warren . Hence the apparatus very clearly and effectively resolves , without any of the components being aware that there is an apparatus at all . --- Oct 8 - 03h20 Dreamt that i was having the very best dream , where i was halfway in between an Angel and one of the winged vampires from MK1's Viturnus . That i could skree at the top of my lungs , and my voice would carry for miles , and that i had brilliant white wings that could lift me high into the air . Even tho i was being pursued relentlessly by money launderers , it was very easy for me to dodge and escape them , every time they caught back up again , it was just a couple beats of my wings and off i went again . I was completely capable of outmaneouvring them , a fact which i proved over and over and over again , easily soaring high above their heads . - 04h05 As if in living proof , every morning i am up at 0400h for Prayer , easily vaulting over the heads of the prefabs crowding me at the foot of the bunks . This morning , having finished the Book of Dani-el , i began the Book of Hosea , that iconic book where #L lays the smack down on the wickedness of the tribes who worshipped Baal . It is Baal himself overdriving the fathead laying in my place where my cat basket lay on my first night in A-Dorm , snoring in his sleep and jealously guarding the place where i carved my name into the wall , as if it were another religious site that could be conquered and stolen . I easily vault over their sleeping heads as i dismount from the upper bunk with my kneeling-cloths in hand , and i easily vault back up into my place high above them . No Mercy , No Collusion , You Will Be Scattered . --- Oct 8 - 04h27 As if on queue , one of the women in the dorm also awoke , marched to the spot between the guard's dorm and the payphone , taking up a standing position , and promptly fell asleep while standing . I unsummoned her with my will , and her head snapped towards me like she were possessed , and she said to me , "What?! You said my name! Why did you say my name?" - 04h50 - Explaining Hosea As we speak , Baal sleeps at the foot of the bunk i am in , here in this prison . For what possible purpose could he be here , dressed as a woman , if not desperately following in my shadow ? . Hosea is clear -- it is for the worship of metal idols of bulls , and the sacrifice of children in the Molech , that #L is furious with Israel , and i will explain the following now . That just as Baal is driving a fat woman named Sherry , clinging to me like a zombie , occupying spaces, times, and names , so it was back then that Is-Ra-El occupied the tribe of Ysrael . And that these three figures are Horus, Baal, and Anu , the same three figures that made a display of power literally yesterday . Ysrael , cast off your worship of the Ammit , and perhaps The LORD might forgive you . Judah , forget your worship of Mammon , and perhaps The LORD might forgive you . I cannot confirm for sure -- my tribe was with Manasseh which was forgotten , and it was with the Angels of Levi-of-Sa whom i came to this land with . Pray and Repent . Return humbly , as a youth returns from Rumschpringe . --- Oct 8 - 07h47 In the two hours between 0500h and 0700h , dreamt that i was back in Fuentes Manor . I was dropping bags of Juice off of the upstairs balcony when Dave Forgeron -- my third stepfather , not my fourth , for truly , my mother was an Unfaithful Woman -- started attacking Jacquie in order to get her to chastize me . I smelled something burning , and checked the oven , where some bags of popcorn had been placed inside with the plastic wrap still on . First thing in the morning , Baal starts -- "There's my Ad!" , "Where?" , "Right there! That's my mom and dad, the whore!" -- driving the standing chick -- "I don't wanna talk to y-- actually don't talk cos I'm not here!" -- driving her to recount the experience to the other girls in the breakfast line . The above quotations were just spoken by three different women , right here in real time , as i write this account . "Uh oh, it's trouble! I'm not in the shoe anymore!" . This actually just happened . The experience infuriated me , and i awoke , screaming "Bielzebub is a fucking whore(!)" , then quickly corrected myself , claiming , "Actually , whores have class , the Devil is a fucking cock-sucking son-of-a-bitch(!)" . LO AMMI . LO RUHAMA . JEZREEL . BECAUSE HCOLO IS AN ANGEL . [Editors Note - I heard the same voice come from one of the cafe patrons , again , as i was in the middle of writing , saying "Oh no, we're going to get in trouble!" .] -0859 I went looking in The Prisoner's Bible -- The Keys to Freedom , looking for what was written in Ezekiel about Seir , for i did believe what i had read was fair . I do like the way of blood , and Lo shouldn't have to save me from it . Yet the passage was missing from this translation . And Lo , my sword will sing . --- Oct 8 - 10h16 The Hand of Khadija , holding a Rosary , atop a copy of The DaVinci Code . The day is Sunday , the 8th day of the 10th month . Makhtoub . -12h40 OTIS#1001_672_066 From the Rec Hall library , on top of a mountain of paperbacks , Don Pendleton's Mack Bolan - Sudden Death 1987 February -- 0-373-61407-1 Page 066 -- ""The animal was about to attack me," the doctor said calmly, turning towards Baraka. "It was an enemy. You know what an enemy is -- someone or something that threatens you. What do you do if you are threatened by an enemy? To protect yourself, you kill him. If he is dead, he cannot harm you."" Page 069 -- "Among the doctor's more sophisticated innovations was a small biochemical laboratory, high-tech video equipment with a specialized viewing room and underground advanced technology workshops where microelectronic detection and bugging devices could be perfected. On the lowest level, a soundproofed 150-yard firing range had been installed." Back Cover -- SiHt aims a rifle from the shadows at Hauh while he's talking to HcoHa . Nineteen Eighty-Seven . Untraceable -- 2008 film . Features a scene where MZuck tortures and murders Biden . --- Oct 8 - 1314 I have justifiable reason to believe that Mark Zuckerberg and Justin Trudeau are Russian spies . We have reached the point where i have sufficient evidence to back up my claim . See also -- Global Frequency -- 2005 Pilot . DihTech - 1452 If the long art table in the Rec Hall were Russia , then the television would be the ionospheric heaters of Kamatchuka & Alaska , the supply office would be Europe , the bookshelf the Middle East and Sina , and a whole room going unused on the opposite side . Where Ukraine would be , there is a table covered in live plants where i like to sit , breathing quietly with them . Above that is a paper taped to the wall , which reads , Like wild flowers; You must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would. -- E.V. - 15h20 ...When i was screened upon arrival , i was asked 3 questions . + Do you believe other people can read your mind? + Do you believe I can read your mind? + Do you believe other people can control your actions? --- Oct 8 - 1816 By page 81 , both of the main characters in both of the books written 16 years apart that i selected from a shelf of hundreds of miscellaneous titles found themselves looking up at the Cathedral de St. Sulpice in Paris . The time is 18h16 . Ko . In case you didn't personally predict this exact eventuality . - 1829 "You're right, I don't understand.", Zeus-Amon said to Artemis . "The only time I understand is Linear Time. This countertemporality you speak of doesn't make any sense to me." "It's not the kind of thing i can explain.", Artemis countered . "Not without talking down to yu like a child or an idiot ." "Explain it to me like I were a child, then. Explain it to me like I were an idiot." "I just... i can't . I don't have the words for it . I only know how to demonstrate it. It would take a whole lifetime to reveal." "Use this one, then.", Zeus-Amon used the holographic field to delineate a Greek human named Jou . "Show me what success and joy would look like ." So HcoLo translated countertemporality onto Jou . And Jou faced downfall upon downfall , suffering upon suffering , bitterness and loss . Thousands of years later , after the call logs had long been forgotten , after there were no more witnesses from that day , he retaliated . And Lo , is it not written in the Chronicles of the Kings of Judah and Israel ? ." - 18h46 The power in the entire building just went dark . Oct 8 - 22h45 It is so fucking loud in this fucking dorm . The charges that have been leveled against me are severe . I've already watched the Hawk-eyed guard overdrive the prosecution . To me , this is already such a plain and obvious case of entrapment , which is not admissible in court . I know that i am innocent . There was no Habeus Corpus . It is so fucking obvious that the jury has been hung . They will not try to win honestly . They are trying to rape the Canadian Justice System just as plainly as they wound up that girl and then loosed her against me . This case is going to be a landmark case . You will not know it , the judge will not know it , and yet whether or not they are capable of sacrificing an innocent woman for a crime she wanted nothing to do with is going to determine whether the Russians go balls-deep with impunity . Oct 9 - 0055 All Four are dead . The precious truth is lost forever . Jihad . - 0111 The blackout was caused by a driver slamming into a telephone pole on City St. . The police HQ near St. Sulpice is on Ile de la Cite By the way , there is a flip-phone-sized unit of archeotech hidden somewhere in the abbey . --- Oct 11 - 1427 Every woman in here has been having disturbing dreams . Every woman in here believes this place is haunted . For or more women in here had their phone card balances reset to $0.00 . Do you believe other people can read your thoughts ? Do you believe I can read your thoughts ? Do you believe other people can control your actions ? - 15h34 After court at 11h00 , i wrote a Request Form explaining that i had a 2-hour window between 1330 and 1530 to call Laura at Grace Place to ask if she would be my Surity . The time is 15h35 . At the exact second that i put my pencil down , the television goes "Ding!" . They're watching the movie Halloween . Is there a single movie in this building that isn't about serial killers getting away with murdering people ? . - 16h20 "Oh, your name's William? KAY CEE." Famous quotation . /We're here ./ "Supper's here!" from the lunch line . "See ya!" [--C I A] "Bye, den." [--Biden] Last. Chance. Garage. Search your heart . You know it to be true . --- Oct 11 - 1659 Because there is so much fucking evidence you would have to be blind to not see it . -1749 DaVinci Code , page One Fifty-Five . - 1755 Sudden Death - 1987 - "The Executioner" Some Things Never Die - 1992 - "The Destroyer" The DaVinci Code - 2003 - "The Professor" Born under the name Christopher . /A girl named Christopher/ . Kai Core Winter . *Three Iconic Names* . Christopher's Law - Sex Offender Registry . Winter, Kaii Core . The Kill-Core . At your service . - 1806 Well , Kora . Yu know what they say . Hatchepsut did les' , while Ramses... uhhh... yeah . - 1929 I'm just concerned that it was the Assembly Angels who smuggled me into this lock-up so that i could see the grounds , and that it's La Taureaux who's overdriving the Judges in order to keep my head below water . --- Oct 11 - 1955 There is a story i'd rather be telling . The story of a girl named Christopher , the first-ever artificial intersex woman . Having been born genetically male , and choosing -- insisting , even -- on receiving estrogen upon reaching puberty . Watching my transgender peers receive their sexual reassignment surgeries and blossoming like flowers , yet choosing to forge myself in the image i choose for myself . That my genetic parents were egg and sperm donors , their rapid boredom with parenthood being hence understandable . Receiving a set of glyphs from God Herself , and bearing them proudly like a necklace made of precious jewels , kh-ing my fiit at the age of two and being athened by angels by thirty-four , being deemed an incarnation of %3 , and being in love with my parents #% and #3 . That i was the Chosen One who received the (SeHaSe Si Loha) , and was intelligent enough and wise enough to puzzle out _#<> myself , under the care of Evangeline while working at the Church of the Holy Trinity . That i was given an Alter Fate working at First Baptist Church , a job that i love and performed with duty and love , interrupted by duties of si-ing the grounds of the entire model of Thrymheimr , jail and all , yet one with the engine kept running for my apocryphal return . That i love my Nun's habit , and wore it every day , and wore it in my sleep , veil and all in solidarity with my Moslem sisters . The story of the Archangel of Sheol , the flag-bearer of Manasseh , barely a half-tribe at the time . This is the story i wish to tell , and it is the only story i will tell . Mine is a story of Music , and Adoration , and all that came after . --- Oct 12 - 0040 Dreamt that i was in the lunch line at a cafeteria , where people were peating and repeating and repeating the same sets of inputs over and over and over again , while meanwhile i was able to make five or six passes of the same stretch at a time . That to one set of inputs , it would look like i would pass over it , and then it would rewind , and then pass over it again , rewind , again , rewind , again , while meanwhile i would go around the whole circuit like a racetrack stretch , all the way around , get one lunch , go back around , get a different lunch , go back around , check the supply lines , etc . There were portions involving my ex-wife "Ava" , some of which i was there for and some of which i wasn't . By the end of the dream , so many passes had been made that i could race along on my Heelys until i picked up so much velocity that i could rocket along the walls and ceiling like the car in MiB . I'm well aware that the reason for this is because people are using holographic tables to replay the same footage of the court case over and over again , always watching the same two-minute stretch of desperation like it were the only part of a VHS movie with a flash of titty in it , while from my perspective , first there was the rapist from the YeTrin Sali who the cops just never caught in the act , and then the guy in the phone court case , and then Davvol at Urban Abbey , and then Baal at the foot of the bed here in jail... That's Guillermo(!) . So , uh , yeah . Way to catch the serial rapist , guys . "Uh. Well. Ok." And , it was Guillermo that called the cops in January and launched the investigation ? . Yu wasn't gonna check ? . --- Oct 12 - 0125 Oh my gosh . Guillermo puts her genetic mother into a drunken stupor ... Tries to kidnap her ... "We got her!" in the ambulance ... Forces her to shit in a pot in the hospital ... Is the activation trigger for the search-and-destroy bot ... "What have you done to MY wife?" in the fallout ... Tries to put her under house arrest ... Shows up in the church courtyard ... gets caught on camera ... Rapes girls with impunity in the church courtyard ... Shows up as a cop ... Refuses to catch the park rapist ... Oh my gosh , there's /video/ of this(!) ... Taunts her in Yonge & Dundas Square ... Has her swatted and thrown against plate glass ... Blubbers about just wanting to see his wife in the phone trial ... Overdrives Baraka at the Abbey ... Stabs her in the throat with a dustpan?! ... Overdrives Brendan with a greasy haircut ... Gets her ally fired(!) ... Calls the cops on her(!) ... Winds up that girl again(!) ... Shows up at the jail(!) ... Overdrives the fucking judge?! ... None of y'all ever fucking caught any of this?! . Where the fuck did you people get this technology ? Because yu sure as fuck don't know how to use it(!) . NO REALLY . CREDENTIALS , *NOW*(!) . ...This holo-table is registered under #v/. , yet this phone call says it was sent by #7) . Y'all aren't either of those people(!) . YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT . ANYTHING YOU SAY CAN BE USED AGAINST YOU IN A COURT OF LAW . YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO SPEAK TO A LAWYER . PLEASE WATCH YOUR HEAD AS YOU ARE ENTERING THE VEHICLE . Audio decomp from the guard's table , "You're locked in." --- Oct 12 - 0700 Three flashpoints since 0030h . Dreamt of a school that put on a play of the DaVinci Code , and they defrosted a guy from deep cryo . Of furious people doing this thing and that thing . Of a dark kitchen . That i had been put under heat lamps like #h in Untraceable and incinerated . That i overheard a conversation between some mafioso and somebody give a bottle of adrenochrome . That so many people tried to convin- ce me , don't do it! don't do it! . That i smuggled dark intel from a basement , and a monster made of ink tried to keep me from making it up the stairs . That i had to wire up a machine by slipping clay disks into peoples' hoodies . And that when i woke up at 06h50 to the sound of half the dorm chattering excitedly , i had to hold onto the threads of so many disparate memories as somebody wrenched on the loom as hard as possible . First thing in the morning , then the guards burst into the room , targeting Zimone , and telling her to pack up her things and get out , being transferred to another dorm , first thing in the morning . At 0200 this morning , i drew picture-perfect schematics of the Top 8 Black Sites on Rubicon-3 (Terra) . This isn't a joke . This isn't part of the dream . This actually happened , so . It's do-or-die time , folks . This is the real fucking deal . - 08h25 I'm starving to death in here . I didn't have any fat on my bones to recycle . _Every day_ i'm looking' at the pile of juice bags I've accumulated , weighing whether i want to strip the NaK+ from my nervous system for the juice glucose or feel wrung out from hunger pains . Today they served for breakfast two slices of toast and a thin omelette . And a fat slab of bacon in the omelette , that i can't eat . --- Oct 12 - 08h32 So , let's say yu're truckin' along in yr power armor , dispatching baddies with relative ease , when yu encounter a viscious monster made of cobbled meat and radiation . It turns out to be super agile , and impervious to conventional weapons . It gets too close to yu , and in hitting it with the flamethrower yu accidentally lock yrself in a sealed room , and for every second that yu're in there , yr personal equipment gets closer and closer to melting into slag . The flames don't kill the Radiation Monster , but they do force it to keep its fucking distance . Yu hit the door with a missile , nuthun . Yu hit the door with five missiles , nuthun . By now yr power armor is starting to fucking melt , so yu bust out the cutting laser and start using overwhelming directed force to melt the door off its fucking blast-hinges . Well , that's as far as we've made it so far(!) . I'm currently trapped in this room , i don't know if my website had been incinerated already , and my house with all of my equipment is next . And my last resort is to soak a white cloth with water , put it over my eyes , and stare into the white-light lamps so i can scry into the deep hives where the mega-ammits are , so that i can pry the fucking vault doors off them and get out of here before i fucking die . /In case you didn't predict this exact eventuality ./ - 09h44 Today , second thing in the morning , they cleared everyone out of A-Dorm so they could tear the place apart searching for... something . Then they called back everyone rooming on the Stack-a-Bunks in the Quiet Room . Then they sent them back . Then they let us all back in . One of the women who came back told her they were suspicious "because the wall was cold" . --- Oct 12 - 10h20 Loon and Hawk in a fight for their lives . Loon says to Eagle , "Will you not do anything ?" Eagle replies , "We are all the way up here ." Loon stabs Hawk in the heart with her beak . Hawk barely survives . Hawk says to Eagle , "Brother Eagle, Brother Eagle! Do something!" Eagle looks to Eagle , says , "Hawks are not Eagles' brothers ." "Hawks do not fly nearly as high ." - 10h47 Two black horses , wearing guards' uniforms . A third black horse joins them . Trot trot trot . - 12h47 "So you see ," %3 explained , "these parts here trigger this , and these parts trigger those . Those are on a calorie counter over time clock , which triggers the collapse wave automatically , and then the waveguide automatically situates me within it ." The Pharaoh they call Ramses ahh-ed with understanding . "So what you're saying, is that if I set /all/ of them to kill, and strap myself in, it will inhibit your performance, while rendering the superior collapse wave to me!" %3 blinked , aghast . "Well , i suppose , yes . But that isn't what it is for ." The Pharaoh they call Ramses walked away rubbing his palms . "Eeexcellent. I'll be in the lab!" --- Oct 12 - 1357 Today there was a day program for Discharge Planning . There were four women from four discrete organizations . It was the first time i've spoken to anyone out of A-Dorm in the past seven days . Thank God for Prisoner Justice workers . I thanked them , thanked them , thanked them . My friend from the EFry Sali was there . I mentioned thatu had no money on my canteen for a phone card . She informed me my other friend that works there added some yesterday . Nobody told me . I got connection numbers for check-in programs , residences , bail programs . It's the first hour of hope i've had in the past 168 . The Rec Officer responds to a call on their walkie-talkie , says , "We might have a phoenix ." . - 1540 The sinks need fixing the,stall doors need fixing , the shower needs fixing , the hatch needs oiling ... and the maintenance guys came in today to assess hooking up a TV in the Quiet Room . There are a minimum of five(5) women with male RSIs overdriving them . Oh , but this is not about Genocide . /Well i didn't want to say the F-word./ - 1709 Yesterday i submitted a request to see Social Work at 08h30 . It elapsed . Today i submitted a request to see Social Work at 08h30 . It elapsed . Tomorrow i have court at 10h45 . They tell me i get to call a lawyer on a flip phone just prior . The guard doesn't know if it can call Niagara . --- Oct 12 - 17h50 Well , the world is ending . And the difference between us is that when i had the opportunity to pull the trigger , i did . - 1941 The DaVinci Code , pg. 217 . #Mouse<>__ Thursday, October 12 - 2012 The DaVinci Code , pg. 173 "By the 1300s, the Vatican sanction had helped the Knights amass so much power that Pope Clement V decided that something had to be done. Working in concert with France, King Philippe IV, the Pope devised an ingeniously planned sting operation to quash the Templar, and seize their treasure, thus taking control of secrets held over the Vati- can. In a military maneouvre worthy of the CIA, Pope Clement issued secret sealed orders to be opened simultane- ously by his soldiers all across Europe on Friday, October 13 of 1307." And the television says the word "October" at the exact second i append it . Sudden Death , pg. 195 "Beyond, red and blue pilot lights winked under- neath a row of video monitors, each displaying a dif- ferent image. Bolan hazarded a guess that these were relayed from scanners placed at strategic positions all over the redoubt." ---

--- Request Requete 17/10/2023 10h04 Today i witnessed officer Mike Cordero irreverently deny another prisoner the right to use the phone . When i asked for his name and badge number , he told me his name was Mike and that he didn't even know his badge number . I asked for his last name and he told mr Corderoh. He then brought me into his office , as it was -- as he told me -- his first day as sargeant . He then chewed me out for quite a few minutes , claiming that speaking tersely on request forms was the same thing as assault of an officer , interrupting repeatedly , calling anything i informed him bullshit , denying me the right to explain how i was falsely accused and hence that this confinement is a violation of Habeus Corpus , and then once we had reached an agreement , taking several more minutes to talk down to me some more . I'm not certain that officer Mike Cordero is the right fit to be managing a facility . There was security camera footage that would confirm whether i was in the office at that time .