DARK SIDE OF SPIES AND JOURNALISM

Well now will you look at that?

It seems the National Security Agency and the UK equivalent of the Government Communication Headquarters even looked into large and famous online games with two revealed being World Of Warcraft and Second Life?!

There are a huge list of games largely played online from the Battlefield series of games, flight simulators like DCS Black Hawk and Lock On to large Rocha discs games like Eve Online. No doubt these must have all been trawled for potential threats? Quite how I do not know but not hard to guess.

Oddly enough something in the world of First Person Shooters was played by two Arab Radical Muslims I was focusing on few years back. Actually the conversation where I discovered this fact was recorded and sent to GCHQ and MI5. Amusingly the two who played this shooter would take on opposing forces one Arab and one American and would argue about Arabs and Americans at wear with each other.

I would seriously have lived to have heard one of these conversations and recorded them! If I did record any of it, it would have been in Arabic anyway so would not have heard it.

In fact there were a fair few conversations I picked up but did not want to spend forever trying to find someone to translate it. So I just sent it all off to the security services and let them do that.

So really yet another, umpteenth (lost count), subject I was involved in had a news report regarding the exact same thing.

Oddly enough today and before I was aware of this report I was thinking a lot about what I did both POST DVD sets going off to the security services and national tabloid and several TV News networks and pre-DVD sets being sent. I thought it about time I started to think about these DVDs of data and the media and of a post regarding this trio I have had planned for a long time.

Sometimes these things just do have to take a long time. It is how I would want it purely because the longer things go on the more it looks favourable to me and less favourable for all those offices, organisations and recipients of the data I worked so hard to get.

I do prefer when I do pursue these goals that in the end the truth can possibly be seen.

I also prefer that those that state they act in the public's best interest do nothing of the kind! Because this blog is a living breathing example of that which means that it's ever longer existence become ever more of a that to those I attack.

There had been a rife element of theft. An unusually kind of theft and that of benefits and kudos, you might say. But I knew this would be the case before I even started the blog because I had long since seen it so many times. I even see it in the news one example being government and news media groups. It is always very easy to manipulate even the largest of corporations or public offices if you know how they will tract before they do.

Then just keep feeding them rope for week after week, month after month and by August 2014 it will be year after year quite literally. Just as had been done previous to my mass data gathering that elements I had been involved in ended up in the media as I sent odd emails to the media here and there.

It was easy to predict that when I sent of that huge amount I would have to wait several months and then it would seem that a week would not pass by without my specific subjects appearing in the media in one form or another and right across all tabloids and TV News networks.

Yes that was what I was thinking about in between repeated flashes of sharp pains immediately followed with  disappointment that the Amitriptyline has stopped having an effect. In fact not only had it's effect worn off but the returning pain has been greater than it was before starting the pills?! I have pulled up from fishing pains so many times and pulling up sharply or limping I lost count.

If it were not for the fact that I now have a new GP, know that my condition is  Fibromyalgia and that Guy's Hospital has a large department for it I would be stressing out right now to the point of wanting far better anti-depressants than the crap ones I take currently.

That was the evil vicious circle I had been sick in for a dozen years that the dozens of idiot health professionals and an evil PRIMARY CARE TRUST or three tried so hard to keep secret from me.

It also should be remembered that everything that I achieved I did with a complete lack of support that I fully deserved and was tricked out of for twelve years. Left homeless three times in that time and that of my many symptoms that short term memory loss, difficult to concentrate and focus were all things I had to deal with and work around or even through!

Also recall that all this was achieved while those paid a huge salary to do and a ridiculous expenses bill have done feck all to do.

In fact when you look at it on the face of it does it not now seem that my endeavours and data had been claimed or even stolen to make it appear that those who did feck all then lied claiming that it was they that achieved all this in each of my many subjects?

I knew this all along and before I even did it. Hell I actually did it so that they would all scramble to take this evidence and claim it as their own! While the disabled gut who did it all single handedly still gets deck all from his country and the public offices and that these so called public services are now queuing up to take him to court?! Lmao!!

But along with recording a hell if a lot of things and keeping all correspondences regarding of whether it was letter or email that eventually it will become bloody obvious what the truth actually is...
... unfortunately it also turned out that this would also be an extremely lengthy process for a whole list of reasons. It would also be quite lengthy as far as the writing, authoring and postings were concerned so that eventually those interested in each subject that supplies to them will look at what I have on other public offices and gradually realise something.

That when you have seen enough data, not even as much as half of it is needed to be seen, it will become apparent that it simply is unavoidable and inescapable of the fact that what I have posted about is the truth as far sad my description of the things I was personally involved in goes.

But it would take a long time to get enough visitors on here reading this stuff and then another length of time to read, listen, see enough of it all. Plus unseen obstacles that would slow it all down.

None have attempted to contact me, outside of a single Member of Parliament, to even say thanks. Well OK the security services kind of said thanks... just called me a genius which I presumed was their way of saying thanks?! Lol.

NSA even infiltrated World of Warcraft in its hunt for terrorists - http://pulse.me/s/IvA6y

EXTREMIST CAPITAL

This report made me laugh and several levels to do with Abu Hamza.

First off French Spies were going to assassinate him? Are you serious? The French were reportedly getting fed up with our inability to deal with him it states. But it took forever! Just exactly how long were these does going to wait? Twenty years? Lol.

Then it refers to London being the Extremist Muslim capital of the world and nicknamed us Londonistan. That may be the case but seems a but strange when they have their own communities and cause more trouble than ours have done. Well unless the media are not reporting on things going on which would not surprise me.

Them there is this Hope Not Hate organisation and I just wonder what their cut off point is? When a while bloodline, family, can be taken out are people still supposed to find hope from somewhere?

Not very realistic.

French spies plotted to assassinate Abu Hamza on streets of London - Crime - UK - The Independent - http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/crime/french-spies-plotted-to-assassinate-abu-hamza-on-streets-of-london-8961725.html?utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pulsenews

ENDURE UNTO THE WEB OF TRUTHS

As I walk along the dried leaves of Autumn abound the path outstretched before me. The slightest breeze gently lifts several leaves up before me which then twist and turn before arcing around my right side until they disappear from view behind me. Cold air not felt since twelve months before caresses the skin covered cheeks like an old friend. Adele sings directly into my ears.

I ponder when I walk. I ponder many a thing. It is approaching fifteen months since I set about to reveal many truths to as many as I could reach. In that time I have striven to do as much as I can along the way, despite the stubborn obstacles laid out before me or the sinister motives used to blur the reality that surrounds me. It has been a battle and yet I have no doubt...it is capable of becoming for worse than anything the precedes this very moment.

I know not of my daughter's welfare but trust in the knowledge that silence from her end means things are working out for her. The court hearing my have extended to another and she is busying around making arrangements and doing things based on what she has been told will be her reward for the childhood from hell she has endured.

Of course there was always the possibility that the reasons behind the dark and silent days are far more sinister than you could possibly imagine. The only other real reason could be a wedge created by those who hover on the edges of a limbo that culprits face which when entered only exists with the echoing sounds of laughter and labels of evil and incompetence. To avoid a fate such as this I would imagine a fair few people would stop at nothing to avoid it. It just so happens that it is a fair few people I am up against. That also applies to each area I have been sucked into against my will purely because someone had to do it and it may as well be me.

The enemies of mine would discover their best chances in a cacophony of lies and misleading information. After all a young girl and barely an adult herself would believe that a big organisation claiming to hold various non existent papers and evidence would surely not entertain such grand lies as these? But then that would depend on the horrific alternatives and someone so young could still not see these for what they truly are. Suggestions of harming chances of the case would be the mere start of such dastardly plans as these. The imaginative and creative lengths willing to be traveled would stretch the possibilities no end. But cornered there are no depths that man or woman would not be willing to go. Smearing would be the order of the day but in this case many months would it take to achieve these goals. Who better than to smear than those belonging to government or local government, who better?

Be that as it may these sinister figures may well peruse this site attempting to glean information or see signs of progression of their aims to lighten the high levels of stress and reduce any chances of the possibilities they fear the most. But then I would be wise to these things from day one and knew that at any time that communication could be severed for such evil plans driven by self-preservation. I am afraid it be true, so it is.

Pointless it would be to strive to find out the truth behind what is going on due to my only window being the one person who has severed the lines of communication. The best laid plans of mice are men and what better to be in these webs of illusions than to be the mouse? What would it be that familiarizes so many with such a tiny mammal? Silence. The Mouse that plays silently while the cat is away and think the mouse has departed. But the Mouse never had any intention of doing that and instead lays out his plans and his clever traps along the path and quite unbeknownst to the cats. While they cry and meow over and over with each one differing from the last he allows them to meow too much. But history is repeating just as it did once before but the Mouse silently lays down his statement of facts and the Mouse's silent squeaks are all identical to those that went before.

While walking and pondering these thoughts today I feel one of the first cool breezes of Autumn against my skin and the words of Adele in my ears I recall one situation I hope that will be forever etched in my daughter’s mind. As I recall it I remember my sobbing daughter as one of her captors shows bizarre behaviour that has been troubling my girl for some time now. This be the one individual that had the focus of my concern and worry for more reasons than you could imagine. Despite the many times I revealed the words confined with these pages.

This was an important and pivotal moment I hoped would resonate with my daughter for some time to come and giver her both the confidence and the courage she so desperately needed and had for a long time.

Dad: “Give him the phone.”

Daughter: “No Dad, I am too scared you will only make things worse!!”

Dad: “[Name] Give him the phone!!”

Daughter: “No Dad I am not giving him the phone!” (still sobbing)

Dad: “GIVE HIM THE GOD DMAN PHONE NOW!!”

Radicalized Muslim: “Yes Sir!”

Dad: “Now you listen to me!”

Radicalized Muslim: “Sorry Sir...ME no speak English!!”

Dad:”You you fecking do!!! You interrupt me again and I will reach down this phone and rip out your spleen! NOW you listen up!! You get the feck out of that house and stay the FECK away from my daughter. If I EVER have her on the phone again crying or mentioning a single thing that you have done I will come up there and I WILL FIND YOU! When I do I will kill you where you stand. But I will NOT be finished there. I will find out where you are REALLY from and I will travel and do whatever it takes and I WILL WIPE OUT your entire bloodline until there is NOTHING LEFT!!! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!?!”

Radicalized Muslim: “Yes, Sir!!”

The young girl came back on the phone, her breathing was less heavy than it was previously and there was a greater time between those sharp intakes of breath that let you know someone is sobbing.

Daughter: “Dad?”

Dad: “Yes.”

Daughter: “What did you tell him?”

Dad: “I told him what I needed to tell him, why what is he doing?”

Daughter: “Well he is running around packing his things into a bag like he is leaving?!”

Dad: “Good that was what I had intended, fecking Police are useless”

My daughter asks once again to hear the words I had uttered to strike absolute fear into just one of her captors. She is shocked. I am not. I had just struck fear into the centre of a group with the one individual that all others were scared of.

Within fifteen minutes he was gone.

As I recall those words a single and solitary tear can be felt upon my lower eyelid just before it tips over the skin covered cheek bone and rolls down the damp skin now rendering the cold breeze to feel even chillier the further it reaches.

There was a brief interlude whereby he had popped up again in his unregistered silver car he was eventually arrested driving. He had moved forty or so miles away and now lived near the terror cell in Manchester I had known him to visit several times previously. How do I know he moved there? Well because he asked my daughter to get in the car and go and live with him in Manchester.

What he did not know was that I had long since supplied not only his picture but also his unregistered address in Liverpool along with the COLOUR of the unregistered car he was driving.

Welllll....she IS a girl, the best I could get was “It's SILVER”.

It is within such details as alarming with those much more subtle that some enemies will not be aware of. Some events and some words will resonate like no others heard before. These moments still firmly embedded in the small soft grey cellular matter that makes up the human brain. Carved for all time and easily accessible when needed.

For to defeat several types of evil takes several types of battle and it is to these ends I ponder much thought. As each season of the year breezes in and out these thoughts have never been allowed to stray very far from my mind. Aware was I that having different types of evil would not matter because evil cannot trust evil. The web that is laid out of many lies becomes complicated, intricate and entangled. Each evil doer would dare not reveal the darkest secrets to each other. For too many being aware increases hundred fold the chances that the truth will have daylight fall upon it's dark place and light will always win over the dark. Good can work together whereas evil cannot and it was purely this sole principle that I could and indeed did use to my advantage time after time after time.

Indeed it is for this reason that the words engraved and time stamped upon these postings have echoed outwards to help to shed more light further into the dark.

Indeed it is too that these words have remained engraved as so many have come to rely on them and so many more come to read evermore that they have remained engraved to this very day. No attempt has there been to eradicate these words nor the man from whence they came. Pick my fights individually over time and allow and use emotions to drive towards my goals to reveal ever more to my analytical gazing eyes. Link those together that cannot nor want not to be linked. Find the similarities that show me one single common denominator that runs true and runs through all upon that which I gaze. As I do so does all aspects of my postings become linked from one t'other little by little be they close or far apart in time.

For I have attempted to create my own web but this one be a web of TRUTH!

For how good it be only those that gaze can be the judge of that and only time will inevitably tell?!

Oh no buy HEY?! I just remembered GCHQ, the NSA and MI5 did all that on their own using their spying techniques?!

No the sad reality was that while I was trying to protect MY daughter and hundreds if not thousands of innocent people from getting killed they were snooping for MONEY!! O get an edge of anything and EVERYTHING to do with money!