Darth Vader the Internet and Apple's i-egg Collection: From Google by Amazon through Facebook

The opening lines of War of Worlds is very useful in the understanding of what is slowly but surely taking over the world...Google has now started collecting it's employee's eggs. Yes, Google is going to store our internet history, Facebook is going to store our lives, and Amazon is going to sell us everything we want. From StreetView, Streetshop, to Google Glass and 'Minority Report' style advertising. A new twist in this long running saga begins: Silicon Egg Valley Freezing


Apple and Facebook are now going to store it's employee's eggs to help keep staff on board and enable a better work environment. But my cynicism suggests that it's not a far cry for the largest of providers to our daily needs, to not only collect our everyday conversations, most of our internet history, to sell us stuff (probably through Amazon) and enable governments who deny they watch us when they can generate reports fairly quickly from internet providers said be holding our details...can now assess our every move from Google's advancing state of centralised searching.

Our lives are now beyond government organisations, private companies in line with the secret world of government spies and listening posts are inspired to now collect our DNA. It's not a far cry to suggest that sperm will also be collected and the likes of Google, Facebook and Apple can create it's own people for it's own workforce, Google staff creating Google Humans for Google Jobs. They could even have a go at some genetically modified variations, stem cell research pushes on, the private industries could manipulate, test and grow it's own advanced elite staff.

Utopia (Channel 4) may unfortunately be closer to the truth than we'd all like to believe...they know we're short of resources and with so many people around, at what point does a government or a private company with all our details suddenly become our worst enemy? Generating it's own people removing the rest of society from the loop or just removing the one's it doesn't want, by setting off a viral pandemic...an Ebola outbreak may well be an advantage to these companies.

May I remind you of the start of War of Worlds by HG Wells, (many variations on the quote exist)

"No one would have believed, in the early years of the 21st century, that our world was being watched by intelligences greater than our own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns, they observed and studied, the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world. Yet across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes...and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us."

As google collects our everyday data and facebook collects our lives, soon google humans will do google jobs... and Darth Vader won't need to vote in Ukraine, representing his Internet Party of Ukraine. His suggestion to remove MP's from government by replacing them with computers.

Darth Vader the Internet and Apple's i-egg Collection
From Google by Amazon through Facebook...
and maybe a flu pandemic to help.

The Unknown Factor of Life and ...

Do you hear the Ringing?

Cartoon Stock

A sure sign of Tinitus self misdiagnosis, but then its double entendre has to be time is nearing the end.
Going back to a an article about an Angel in the sky...I've begun to hear the music playing. Someone else has taken the Conductor's Wand and with a more powerful voice begun writing new music inside my head.

I suspect the concoction of pain killers and hayfever tablets with the weather changes has something to do with this. If it isn't it's more likely to do with the fact I found out about the Voca People from the Planet Voca, my that's an extra-ordinary musical performance from a highly original 'band'.

The question is do you hear the ringing? Well, connected with the Angels yet another addition I have found of Angels. And to the story too, the losing of ones soul:

Mist (Nebel) Orchestrations.

When in time we are ready to leave, the plug is pulled. Everyday, the wheels turn, the motors squeezed a little further, someone old and new comes past and yet no one wants to stop by.

I fear I have lost me

"Somewhere out there the real me exists, but this pretence I currently hold, is just an exaggeration of one scope. My softer suttleties are bruised and whatever I do are not repairing, everytime one step forwards, two steps back. I could be shouting from the skies and still be drowned out."

I smell the Division Bell coming, I see the awkward faces, I hear the unsaid thoughts. I am no longer meant to be, the struggle, the downfall, the end is here. Three months tops, it turns out no one is willing to provide a genuine warmth, all I see is cold breaths and murky scars even the genuine ones of olde have abandoned.* It's time to sail this ship one last time.

Foreclosure does not exist in humanity only as a commodity, I am not a commodity and therefore the end.

Why is all I have left to ask, why do I have to abandon ship.

The Tree of Life

*When accidental contact of people you knew from another life time occurs what is the appropriate thing to do? It turns out on this occasion, all that's happened is a direct line of interrogation. Once accompllished, you are forgotten. The aim: to prove they're better than you and throw you back in the heap and this from a lady of the church.

Smile for me, you are not in the picture.

"NO PHOTOGRAPHY HERE, THANK YOU"

The General Public, Happy, sad, mad, right wing, left wing, extremist. Untidy, OCD, in a mess, depressed and much much more.

Tell me what is it that makes us keep going, once we've seen it, why do we want to go back. We talk of enjoyment, yet no one is happy enough. To be happy you must after all be sad.

I've spent a month door knocking, my job is 'a public nuisance' I get to invade you privacy for what is a fraction of your life for some details to help your future. Yet you shut the door in my face. Where some blunty refuse to acknowledge I'm helping, narrow minded or jarred by the politics of data loss and security.

Whatever happened to helping people, why do some people not care about helping others, whilst some find me, "an inquisitor" the most bogus and horrible person around. I am not a salesman trying to find sell you you lecky, or a Jehovah withness, nor do I attempt to make you hand over money for a charitable fund. All I want is five minutes to ask "how do you live your life?" Is it so hard a question you won't give a stranger a chance.

Tell me how do you make new friends when you don't let strangers into your life, is your security so justifiable that I cannot impregnate the fortress you daren't yeald. Could I offer you a cup of coffee or do you think I've poisoned that and your garden plant a looked at on the way up too?

As for the rest of you, why do you not care at all and casually assume that I am who I say I am. Be thankful I've got clearance and I am who I say I am. I'm not here as my alter ego or my pseudonym. Never the twine meet, be lucky you haven't met any of them, I come as your friend and you turn me away, I am not god, but I expect you to respect me not hurt me.

If you had met anyone else, they might have been less kind, and I don't talk of any alter ego's. I am me all the time, but upset me and you will receive my wrath. Who I am in one place is not the same person in another. Oh, where are we going, have you left me to rot, why have you decided I should be here at all? Quite, when did I sign up to this life, this miserable little place. Everyday I wonder, is the last? Have I finally taken my last step?

Yet whose to thank, thankless parents, friends, unconducive, uncohesive communities, why don't you just shut the door in my face and I'll rot on your doorstep from the inside out. Get through my armour and I'm all yours like cats go for treats. But where were you, and why can't I find my companion, has she gone, is she here, was it you who shut the door in my face?

In one column, people are good, maybe a little OTT, but generally nice to chat too whoever they are and you can get along.
Yet so many people let the side down. You are the thick ones who just won't let me help, you are so closed to the world, that your personal, arrogant thoughts are egotistical and outrageous to the rest of us. Yet you claim to be intelligent, I wonder, what does it mean- intelligent - you and I are from the same stock, so how comes you find my skills distasteful. Why do you walk around prancing a line that is untrue, bending the information to suit your needs, you distrust me and won't help me. Yet you'll happily argue with me. If your so positive in your views, why don't you just get rid of me.

You see it's not me whose weak, it's you, you're the one questioning my job status, I am after all entering your life for just five minutes, taking all the essential details to how you live. You are scared, running, in fear of what I might see or remember. I don't make judgements on anything, I accept you for you...and you...you write me off with just a glance, you don't care to help me help you.

And then you complain that the world is unjust and doesn't help you or your community. Yet the help is staring you right in your face. I enable the details to make it better, all you have to do is give them to me. Are you so bigoted, you want things fixed by me but you won't give me the information I require to do the job?

I should just lie down in the dark and shoot myself because I'm never going to win. Just get off your high horse and get involved, instead of yelling at your TV about all the problems, come fix them, don't be a social nitwit. Get in with it.

Smile for me, you are not in the picture. You are just one of many people, a snap shot of life, helping the future, past is past its unreliable and the future is too without your help, let me in, for you may never get the chance again. Life's too short, is five minutes so hard.

Are we all just the same?

Where's Wally The Guardian Newspaper 1/06/2010

The Church of Scientology – A Worrying Parallel

The Secrets of Scientology

I’ve given a link to the recent Panorama program in which we come to realise that the Church of Scientology seems to have nothing to do with Science. Believe in a strange form of Xenu alien that no one knows about and when is investigated or researched follows the researchers. In there hate for psychiatry and belief its wrong they use a lot of psychology tactics to: provoke people, manipulate them to disconnect them from the outside world, watch and record them, even in ‘auditing’ periods, which is like a confession. Their sole aim is to gain numbers and increase there property portfolio, so as Panorama points out, is it a cult?

I think it is because it’s a self-actualising profession, “come to us and we will show you what you can achieve, pay us £100 and get freedom back”.

I’ve seen this portrayed in other ways for business profiteering, where you go on a course in the belief you will increase your knowledge and wealth from carrying out these tasks basically like ‘Neuro-linguistic Programming’, only to find that the course teachers are conning you by making you pay for the course and suggesting your future profit is over the odds on what you actually later earn. Almost like a Franchise where the franchisee has to pay the main owner for the name and product and pay out for any profits you get as well to develop further in the future.

But it’s much worse because it says it is a church, nicking the fundamental symbols and adapting them from the Christian faith, hiding full ‘scripture’ in layers so you have to buy your way up the ladder to more knowledge but not until they are assured you are fully understanding of your current level.

In fact it secludes people so well that it reminds me a little bit of how Berlin was during the cold war and our current issue of North Korea. From the outside no one knows what’s going on, from the inside what we do know is it’s not a pleasant environment. With tactics of manipulation, interrogation auditing and then use of family and friends by ‘disconnection’ methods it makes you want to stay within their reign. This is because if you want to leave you are punished with disconnection, unless you do leave under their terms. Their terms means money, you pay to leave because if you don’t you are threatened with your audits and then they are put in the public domain. No confessions are kept secret, the stakes are high, and your family who remain behind never speak to you again.

I don’t understand how people can be sucked into this; surely someone would have noticed that it’s not good. It’s a dangerous cult that is bullying its clients to stay and believe in a system that they don’t fully understand. Being taught mind games to keep the outside world from knowing all and not even letting those who are accepted find out everything without further money.

This is neither the Stone Masons nor the Quakers, here in Scientology; you’re expected to do as the system decrees. Everything you do is monitored and those who want to know more must pay to sign up or face being harassed.

In some ways it’s not a cult, but it has a cult following, it’s exposing itself to the world by increasing it’s property portfolio, in turn increasing it’s worth and then it is also showing a high number of celebrities getting involved. Obviously, this is only going to encourage the young and susceptible to sign up. If celebrities are doing it, then young kids are going to want to be doing it.

Because they don’t allow you full access from the public domain, because you have to pay in stages to increase your knowledge of what you’re meant to believe in. This following has no true grounding for those who have a real faith.

History in Perspective?

The Lives of Others (2006), gives an interesting account of the GDR before it fell in 1990. I've been somewhat in thought and in question about what the recent history has meant. I've always been fascinated by the Cold War at both the large scale Superpowers side with MAD and that at a much more local scale and human nature, of what society was like working for the system, and acting as the shadows operating the system. Those agents who watched and listened to judge each others next step during the arms race. In context it comes down to political and social views at a broadened scale.

As WW2 ended so began the questioning doubt of the USSR and its role. The movement of capitalism versus communism began. Soon a divided state and nation formed leaving Germany in two halves. Meanwhile, the Berlin Wall became a very real part of the Iron Curtain which remained the border between the east and west cutting Europe in half no less. So a new era in the history of human turmoil began- but without turmoil (just about).

The effects of the 20th Century are still felt very real. In my recent sleepless periods The Forum from the BBC World Service has provided even more questions and thoughts surrounding the effects even now 20 years on. The changes and cultural identity can still be felt being bounced and reflected, soaked up and consolidated into a meaningful feeling. Getting society to feel able to talk of the past without being judged or saying non PC things as we may put it here.

The amount of literature in fact and fiction has become vast in the subject, true stories of the published and unpublished accounts become more available and the fiction stories of so many secret agents and intelligence communities. I do really wonder what it was like to live in that time period, what was it like for the people not working for the government? Will history tell me all I need to know?

From the Earth Observatory,
By Living Earth.

States of Mind

In recent times it has apparent that the past says quite a lot about what the present, but how much does it say about the future?

Current times you see are looking back at what has happened and what needs to happen. It sounds a bit too philosophical, but what the mind sees and what we like to see are two different stories, what is outside and what is inside are never as straight forward as we like to believe. Its as strange as Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean saying "Up is Down". Well if you've seen the films you'll get the point straight away, everything is not always as it seems and everything always has more than one reason to be in existence. So why am I blabbering on like this you wonder?

My flat mate moved out Friday night, the neighbours are all moving (one of the things of living in private halls) and most of student Ville in Manchester moved out a long time ago just after the exams. So I spent a bit of Friday night talking to one of the night staff until 2am and I even got to try some of his really good rice and yogurt with the hot chilli mixed in (a bit too hot for me!). Mid night snacks are the best at the right moment, and this was certainly one of them.
--Warm evening, dry, remembering those events that have come by and gone again. Life moves on after all and we all move on. How quickly we can and for what reason is a whole other question.

So in the midst of this conversation over hot spicy rice, I started looking back on the year, which was fair enough. However, I suddenly realised I was in a very similar position to that not so long ago. In fact the exact opposite position, I was now on the inside looking out, not on the outside looking in. The fact of the matter is, whilst sat there I was the person sitting and eating with Ahmed having a good late night chat, with students wandering past saying hello and night night, when it was only last time I was at university I was in the exact opposite place. It was an old friend of mine (Miss B) who did do that exact same thing as a student warden. Bless her cotton socks she was really good at it too. I would wonder why does she do this, why doesn't she ever stop working and when can I drag you away from work and have some social time with you? Only the obvious answer in the end was, never. And an unfortunate bowing out and parting of the ways soon became very real with those loved and lost. It just so happens I keep in touch in passing. However, I now see a new version of what was going on back then. Except its completely different to saying "try putting yourself in my shoes", because when your thinking about what it would be like in there shoes and when you are suddenly in those shoes, the reactions, expectations, causes, returns and feedback all changes.

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It's turning Theory into Practice
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So in all this time on Friday night I'm thinking about the good times and bad times during the past and I'm also transported back into my own little mess. Why things could have gone so much better back then, if only...why we couldn't be different, why was I so awkward back then, if only I'd done this and that differently. But it's one thing reminiscing it's another sorting out those issues.

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Can it all be forgiven?

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Well who knows? I personally like to forget everything in the past. In fact it's become very automatic to the point that I've started forgetting things I need to remember specific details I should know e.g. for my coursework and birthdays. Its very annoying to not be able to remember every detail I need from a journal article. It's parrot fashion revision that's needed. Meanwhile, I know from too much experience that if anybody from the past does reappear I actually have a lot of frightening motions to go through. Like I said what's on the outside is not necessarily on the inside. After all I can't tell if I am me any more. If any of my classmates realised how soppy I really am away from the work they'd probably think I'm a different person.

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Is it just another cold war?
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We really shouldn't feud over the most smallest of details, but at the end of the day we spend our lives second guessing everyone in case they say what if, but what about that and well I thought. So in time as we get older and mature, we'll know how to handle these situations. But I for one am not willing to let these situations even start again, even with the agony of being very alone, I'd much prefer to be alone for the rest of my time than find I've got a cold war with some other person or group along the way. For all that seems to be happening is more cold wars. Putting out fires seems hard enough at times, and the smallest of infractions means I have to remain totally perfect, perfection is not possible and yet required- no wonder I'm in agony, one false step and the whole place crumbles around me. Having said this, once I'm gone everything runs on smoothly as it is and I know I'm not needed when I'm around so why do I have to be perfect in the first place? Why do I have to be like everyone else and why don't people like seeing things from my perspective?
Life moves on but our thoughts trade constantly (High Hopes). Am I right in thinking "Me Myself and Irene" has a slightly ambiguous similarity to this self patronising stuff? Oh well, in the end, you can ran but you can't hide.

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All I want to do is escape this monstrosity

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I guess "the future's bright, the future's Orange"
How many usable quotes can I fit on this article in one fell swoop. Along with the sarcasm and cynicism. It will work out one day. All you got to do is remain positive.

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise, run in the shadows, damn your love and damn your lies. (FleetWood Mac, The Chain)

"I never started this mess, it just came with me."

Feel Me, Hear Me, See Me... I Don't Understand

Quite often I write these entries with some form of music that reminds me of what I am meant to be writing on.

I've seen a number of ups and downs in the last couple of weeks, however the last few days have thrown more spanners at me than what the local Halfords could ever sell in a year.

Recently absolved from high worries from watching over those few friends slightly more stressed with coursework, awaiting news on what has made the car go wrong- and finally fixed it with the help from the local garage and breakdown recovery. The endless mind games between previous requisites, formidable forces of so called lost but not forgotten friends... Remuneration seems to lacking frequently. It all starts to sound a bit Freud and hollow in my head. There is a rather 'boring' horror film I got to watch the other evening, this reminded me of the piece of music which kind of relates to the whole matter. F.E.A.R (UNKLE remix) no less, but look up the original and it all sinks in to place with the ideas behind the horror film from 2003 Octane. Self obsessed cults with forbidden rights unless broken in the right way granted, cults blood- shed, and apparent life styles linked to what can only be described as sick to the teeth. I digress.

Getting back to the music, this form of thought and worry, the escaping achievement and success with survival over powers any other thoughts within the context given, other than the most weirdest seen within the film- certainly not to be seen by those of a nervous disposition.
So, the point here is always get back in touch with those people lost in the past. You never know if they need redeeming. You never know what may be lurking round the corner.

This brings me on to a neat topic and deep discussion (one of many I have with my front desk) the belief that humans are always kind, willing, trustworthy people. That unless someone cheats and you are cut out of life, time will heal the pain. Relationships, friendships hold bonds. But none the less trust is built over time, meanwhile for the average stranger we meet day to day, we have to trust them without doubt frequently- even for those paranoid- a level of trust is inbuilt.

And yet, the psychology eludes me for complete answers to these issues and I cant write a book on the matter yet, research your own views...as the title to this document says, I don't understand. (Rammstein, Ich Will) Strange parts to this world.

Report for 25/03/2010

Report 001 of EC&FA TA&AC pre and post defined duty: Extraction STOP
Necesary action required: High importance
Risk: Medium
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These are the sum thoughts of what I can only describe tonight as. Having met a group of friends in a bar. Little did I know that they had been drinking all afternoon, however they were still warily 'sober', enough to communicate with a grasp the situation. On the whole though to the locality the people within the facinity, this was a most dangerous scene to be attending.

Just out side of the city centre, and just off of north campus, lies the gay scene. It appears more of my class mates are turning the other way, and many people I know are slowly coming out of the wood work. I have no issue with this, until your put in the middle of many an awkward scene, where sudddenly the tables are turned.

Attempting to extract your friends from a rather dubious situation of dirty under pass knowledge, weeding out the information fro munsuspected colleagues. These people were not strangers but friends of friends. Unfortunately, for them they had bitten more than they could chew.

This did in the long term scheme of things through the evening mean slightly harder to escape mechanisms, many of the ploys to keep you in were biased to wards peer pressure and staying out and drinking. Thankfully they had drunk too much to allow myself and one other to leave unharmed. A third had left earlier she however remains elusive and in separate danger with a 'stranger'. For another friend, he has been lost carted off to a curry in the north of town to be disected further. I could not find a way of getting him home, for his own fear and thoughts were too overwhelming with the alchohol still coarsing through his blood.

I can only be assured that no harm will come to anyone by thought alone. Never the less, the paranoia of the past comes back in. The need to be forcefull and tolerant at the same time, makng sure all is safe and well by modestly making the situation calmer thorugh undertones of stress relief.

These people read everything into everything. Biting of the fingers, glances at people, conversation topics. All twisted to suit their desires. None the less, when the ball when back to there court, they were off. They didn't want to talk about themselves. No too free and yet too proud to dare. Bastards they were.

The situation of finding a way to out seems almost impossible, but you have to remember that at the end of the day, all can be denied and due to the level of alchohol no one will remember except for me. Who will never repeat the thoughts and components of dreary alcholic, messed up thoughts surrounding these peoples needs.

Luck may have been with us tonight, the alchohol had put them over the limit and made them retire. I did not want to be there trying to fish two friends out of one truly disturbing mess.

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Report: Complete.
Extraction: Granted
Success: 45%
Failure: High

A New Story is Coming soon...

Summary

From meeting a true 80s man in a night club, to having a drink with four career hitmen. One man tries to hold his life together and duels against sins he never thought could happen, let alone again. Being reinitiated into a darkened secret society it's one thing knowing the enemy and staying out on the edge just that little longer, its another when you come face to face with them.

Trying to define the line between reality...what is fact and fiction in this game is too hard to distinguish... but one rule applies, never look back. History will catch you in the act. If not, they will.

Wits End

Within a line of sight you can smell that something is wrong. The sixth sense is a wonderful tool to have. But when it has been ripped from your core and trained to be like a paranoid mastermind of all things around you. You soon begin to lose sight of reality, even if reality is what your attempting to clutch on to.

Wherever we go, there is never enough thought taken in, if I do A what will be the reaction by B. By watching by witnessing ever move, every sound, every thought, by understanding the physical and psychological aspects of human life you can soon tell a lot about people and begin to understand their personalities without actually having to ask many questions of them.

Therefore with your sixth sense, you may know some one is following you or someone has been watching you and you need to think about what to do to avoid this from carrying on.

When they knock on your door, and they know way too much information about you before you even say a word, they know your identity, name, DOB, addresses, financial aspects, education background, where you shop, what you like to shop for, your most interesting parts of life, your past and current welfare, hospital and doctors details, social activities, friends, hours you work and transport yourself between home and work...you soon begin to wonder what is left that they do not know and why have they knocked on your front- especially as they know everything else about you.

At this point in time, it's too late unless your lucky- but you must casually disappear, close up, move and become completely separate from the the norms of life. Where you fit in as the average person well that you have restarted your life. This unfortunately is easier said than done.

When your at wits end and life is slowly crumbling around you, when no one knows your world is crumbling and you are all alone, you soon find reasons to pull the plug and forget reality. In fact reality forgets you- it somewhat happens to workaholics too. They get so absorbed in what they are doing they can no longer function as a human being.

When you're at your wits end, no one realises until it's too late and all you hope for is someone to realise and just provide a little comfort when the world finally topples over and no more can be done to save your self from the destruction of outside forces. When you realise that what you have been doing for so many years stops making sense and is just the only reason to get up the next day (it's not much of a reason to get up) the time has come to attempt some sort of self fixing; alas little works.

It's time to restart, it's time to find a goals, it's a chance to make a fresh go of things.

There's just one thing, you always carry lots of baggage to the next place, however hard you try to remove your past, it has a habit of turning up right in front of a place you don't want it to. But then again, maybe it helps make the new world realise why your so dam isolating and not able to provide any information before the day you arrived in your new world.

Found your wits end yet? Welcome to the undeniable truth of reality, everybody us hiding something and no one dares say what it is. When it's finally found out your expected to answer all the questions.

So answer that door and let them in because they know everything about you already, and that's what you hate so much, your stuck with the past. And you can't make it go away.

Porlock

Why this photo?

Have a study of the photography. How much quality does it represent?

Now think about why it has sat waiting at the bottom of this blog for so long...

This is a photo that you should try to connect with the fictional story that has been occurring.

Look at all the photos, what do they all mean? Where do they come from? What kind of things have I been attempting to get across to you?

As this fictional story comes to a close, I will move more towards a true representative side of life. This blog will move in the way it has over the last few months, odd articles, criticism's of what is out there, but with true evidence. No more attaching a web link to the news. Although the idea is to get you to use your imagination. That was the thing about Kirill, it was there to provoke your thoughts.

So with everything to with The Invisible Force, an unfriendly creature who appears and tells you they are watching you. With a grey scaled photo of a dead tree in Porlock, with the eyes of a CD Album from Pink Floyd- Pulse and The Division Bell. Hopefully you will have come to recognise that David has been in much of a struggle. The Guards have not been easy on him, the news reports and media are not much good, and are quite biased depending on what you read and watch. Hopefully, the demons that live will be expelled and "Eyes Only" will finally come up and start to show the truth.

Where do these quotes come from. How do they relate to David's situation?

"The Truth Will set you free"

Hint: from a film with Mel Gibson

"He's crazy but you are just plain evil"

Hint: TV series season 3 Criminal Intent

"Geronimo"

Hint: from a film with Mel Gibson

"If you don't eat your meat you can't have any pudding. How can you have any oudding if you don't eat your meat."

Hint: Pink Floyd lyrics


The virtues of what was once part of Dark Angel, are finally coming to light. Keep watching this space. A new future a new realisation of what has been going on will slowly be shown.

"Welcome to the Revolution"

Hint: Film with Steven Seagal.

"I believe in history"

And in the words of Alex Leamas, one of John Le Carre's characters:

"You're kidding, you, you're a communist..."

However, in this world capitalism and communism have no room left to play.
We will look beyond our ethical judgements scrutinise harder than aliens from Mars (War of the Worlds). This will go beyond "Question Time" and "Moral Maze".
Academics must stand tall and proud, the scientific revolution of the early 20th century has come round again. Environmentalism has gone from a small thing to a very powerful partner with political movements involved. But new ideas have slowed. It's time to readjust our thoughts and find new paths in what we have thought we have understood for the past 40 years or less. There is still much to learn. Society must work together.

It has a word:

Geography

P.s. My English will get much better from here on. It has been some what lacking so far.

The best till last

Dave had managed to spend a couple of days twisting the guards arms, John and Roger they're names were and he was now being accepted as a human being. Things were in progress. The guards had decided he could listen to Billy Connolly. This of course would lift anyone's mood since he was imprisoned and never allowed to leave his room.

"There are two seasons in Scotland June and Winter" Billy Connolly (WHSmith 2009-2010 diary quotes).

Soon the weather would be David's mind, and he would a be a free man.

He thought it was all to easy getting the guards to relax but a number of changes had been going on, the economy was making them nervous
http://uk.reuters.com/article/idUKLNE58S02F20090930
there was political unrest
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/8282535.stm

so they allowed for a little bit of lee way in the hope that as guards they would not have to do the job too much longer and could let David out and he would be sent on his way to wherever they send them.

Soon it could only be soon... save the best till last David thought, he had an opportunity to exploit, escaping was all he had on his mind...

Voices Only

Do not attempt to adjust your radio, this a streaming freedom audio. It will last exactly sixty seconds it cannot be stopped it cannot be traced it is the only free voice left in the country.

It has been disclosed in the last few days that what we all consider to be civilised life may be turned upside down. Yesterday it was announced the world would have issues with the amount of food that would need to be created to keep an ever increasing global population hunger free.

With a sixth of the planet's population Chinese and an increasing population across the middle east no wonder the government want us to worry about how the most recent war atrocities are being dealt with. Also, by the use of government media a recent program has suggested that Europe may become Islamic.

The fact remains that the global population is too large. A secret program has been set up, Swine Flu is not real it is a hoax. The Tamiflu virus tablets are cyanide pills. Large swathes of the population, young, immature, adolescent and the weak are being removed from society to make a supreme intelligent society. Education is no longer the best way forward.

The sanctions posed by the UN are sitting ready to take action, The Invisible Force is coming to your door, it will remove anybody it thinks is not of good future human prospects.

Keep your children safe, make them eat healthily and well, keep your head down. This way you can hide from the forces.

This is a Streaming Freedom Audio Broadcast, peace out.

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http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/8193574.stm
Swine flu for children

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/foodanddrink/foodanddrinknews/6003402/Hilary-Benn-GM-could-help-Britains-food-production.html
GM could help Britain's food production: Hillary Benn

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00lxh3t
More or Less, Radio 4

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/8189498.stm
Early death concern for drop outs

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_in_Afghanistan_(2001%E2%80%93present)
War in Afganistan



Many other places other than these starting points will find you many facts about the truth.