License Plate Triggers (Updated)

This is not going to be quite as dramatic as I’d hoped. I was waiting on permission to use another TI’s photo of a license plate to show the similarities in experiences. But as I told that person, I understand why they preferred not to give permission. The meaning of the TI’s photo, however, is similar to mine. Very, very similar.

This is another “get inside the head of a TI” post and is therefore longish.

First, I have to go back to 1990. After the young female intern Kara Miller was targeted by the CIA for harassment, she started writing down graffiti, signs, license plate numbers, and other experiences in composition books. I was shocked when I saw that she had many of them completely filled. She was, she thought, collecting evidence against the actor (T. Ryder Smith) from the New Jersey Shakespeare Festival she thought responsible. As it turned out, he was also a target but had a very different way of coping. I expect he figured out what was going on before the rest of us as well. As I have written here many times, the “rip cord” on the whole NJSF experience was to apparently pit me against him, provoke, I assume, one of us against the other and hope that the result was one dead, one in prison or both dead. A cover-up in order to avoid having their illegal activities looked into again.

So. I was quite aware of the intern’s experiences when I found myself glancing at license plates as well in December of 2009. And graffiti. And puzzling out names as if they were anagrams. Weird state of mind that was. I’m not sure exactly when it ended. I still look occasionally, but I think that’s largely reflex, conditioning.

Also, you’ll have to recall the incident, just about five or six days before the Squidgate sentencing hearing, this was April 2010, when I awoke that morning, reached up to my head, noticed that my hair felt dry and brittle like a corpse’s, and found it falling out in clumps. What I didn’t include in that original accounting was what I was thinking.

This is a prime example of just how illogical my thinking was at the time…at times. My first thought (which simply had to be forced on my by voice-to-skull) was that the loss of my hair meant that there was no way that that dude from the deli visit in January (whom I thought to be a friend or relative of Peter’s) could possibly love me having gone all ‘Balding.’ That was it, it was suicide. No point in continuing without this person over whom I was brainwashed.

Before I could actually start contemplating how I was to do myself in, I recalled a thought I had had weeks previous. They had run me through a nightmare scenario (I suppose playing off of my comic book knowledge, in this case Batman’s enemy Twoface) where the dude from the deli got disfigured by acid. Again, it turns out that this is standard OS stuff, but I didn’t even know OS existed at the time.

I had initially found that scenario horrific of course, but realized that I would love him anyway, even disfigured. So, I further decided that he would–this love was far too intense to not be ‘meant to be’–do the same despite the hair loss. But I bought some stuff after the sentencing heating to try to restore it anyway:

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With mixed results. Didn’t need the other NKINTRA harassment to try to make me feel like I was turning werewolf with that stuff. Hair in places I’d never imagined…

Anyway, the point was that on September 1, 2011, a car in front of my apartment peeled out and, of course, I could not miss the license plate. (Check my Facebook feed for that day).

It struck me as a reminder of the acid “threat”. I started wondering, having imagined already he was a grad student, did he work with chemicals? A photographer maybe? (No. As I wrote in the previous post, either a dupe or an operative of some kind).

It was some days later, maybe in October, when the same car was parked again in front of my place, this time engine running, lights on, no one in the driver’s seat, that I managed to snap a photo of the plate:

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Now it’s also important to know that I had suspected the dude was 22 when he came into the deli. However, that too was a “guided” thought. That was in fact one of the first times I knew my head was being mucked with externally…the thoughts that ran through, some of them, were not what I would have been thinking under normal circumstances.

And of course, HCL (or HCl) is hydrochloric acid. *

Ergo, keep up the blogging, and we’ll hurt your object of affection. (Of course that is crap, they started this without any blogging at all and were responsible for that brainwashing to begin with).

So, what really happens in a scenario with a car like that?

First, the TI has been drugged (as I’ve said, that could be an actual drug, some kind of pathogen, or an electronic form of brain disturbance) resulting in faulty logic. See memo, item 1.

Next, the license plates are chosen, probably by computer. Do a mix and match from a list of keywords, hot button stuff, triggers. Find a matching car by address proximity. Use voice-to-skull to ensure that the driver of the car and the TI wind up in the same vicinity at the same time.

Then, when the car and TI are near each other, make sure, again via voice-to-skull (I use that generically to refer to the electronic brainhacky thing) that the TI notices the license plate and interprets it the way they want. See the MK-Ultra memo item 6, materials that make hypnotism easier.

Then they hit you with “dread” via EMF or whatever. The license plate may not be as disturbing on its own as it seems. The feeling might be separate and also remotely, electronically induced. Look around at the patents and articles I’ve mentioned here. Emotional manipulation is quite possible electronically.

I pause here again to remind folks that the expense is at the American tax payer’s and that these people do this at least in part because they enjoy it. Not expensive to them and provides pleasure for some really sick f***ers. This comes under “training” and surely we agree that training exists and we know damn well assassins do since there was an (at least) short-lived assassination contract with Blackwater to take out Al Qaeda members.

There is an alternate explanation for noticing license plates, but my limited testing of it suggests what I wrote above. The alternative is that TIs are constantly noticing all license plates all the time and only become conscious of it when it holds some special meaning, serves as a trigger. There may be some connection to “heightened awareness”, I suppose.

However, I never looked consciously at every license plate that passed by. I cannot know for sure what’s going on unconsciously, of course, but let’s recall that this car was in front of my apartment. Twice. Peeled out once, left unattended once.

Second, I tested this at least twice. After seeing a piece of graffiti that I found disturbing one day for whatever reason, I stopped and looked around. I counted something like 19 distinct pieces of graffiti and yet I only stopped and looked at one and it turned out to be the only one that I found disturbing. I did the same with license plates. Made myself look at every one after one that was “scary” and found nothing at all disturbing about the subsequent ones.

Now, that is a very, very complicated path to explaining how one license plate got my adrenaline flowing. Can you see why it’s difficult for a person who has been drugged, harassed, frightened, to calmly explain how they arrived at the conclusion that a license plate holds special meaning for them? Can you see why it is so effective at undermining credibility because it is so personal that only the TI and the psychological warfare folks can understand it? Can you see why TIs in turn get frustrated and depressed? This is also what contributes to the “them” thing. “If people aren’t as concerned as I am about that thing I just saw, well they must be in on it,” says the drugged brain. The psyops team didn’t need to guess what I was thinking because they did the thinking for me. It’s the magic trick again, making the order and causes of events seem other than they are.

Can you see why the intel community is in need of a serious attitude adjustment?

Finically, I have, on this journey, met a few actual schizophrenics, delusional people, people with real mental illness. There is a stark contrast between saying “My mother is Madonna” or “I’m the lead singer of Rammstein and my brain was switched at birth” and…

The Central Intelligence Agency and Department of Defense are covering up illegal activities because Congress failed to slap them hard enough in the 70s and has failed ever since to provide adequate oversight, especially after 9-11 (but clearly prior in at least 1989 and 1990 as well).

That’s it. A psyop explained (and a rather common one since it also applies to graffiti, songs, signs, etc. and further how they destroy relationships).

* I am reminded by voice “Not-Pete” that HCl is actually not that powerful. Sulfuric acid would be more likely employed. First, it’s strange I did not recall that myself seeing how long ago that picture was taken and further proof that there just wasn’t a better license plate in Minneapolis nearby to choose from and that it wasn’t “me” doing the thinking.

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