those three cases of neck compression in toronto, one in november two in december, of the year 2017. coincidence an elite conspiracy or weird synchronicity?
article on deaths of barry and honey sherman at national post.
''and now there is the internet: this is a pulpit for what anybody says, which gives pig ignorants their best occasion to foul our wells with extra information.'' alessandro gallenzi, ars poetastrica. ( j.g.nichols translation).
that time i infiltrated the toronto librarians gaslighting operation.
headquarters was studying the relationship between the cia (or maybe it was that deep state thing) and the toronto reference library workers.
the cia (or) had infiltrated the reference library workers. using some or all of them in a gaslighting operation trying to get people to question their short term memory as the first step in gaslighting them in a social disruption psyop.
some of the books at the reference library are in storage, you make a request for items on the computers and the books are brought to shelves in the public area. the cia would block the requests sometimes only one or two of the requested books would show up or none would.
when the person asked about why the books never came they would be asked if they checked the request shelves on the other floors, sometimes books are delivered to the wrong floor, and did you goe back and check your computer request to make sure they requested the book. sometimes the book was on another floor, and if they checked their request on the computer they sometimes found there was no request for that book.
this was to make the person think maybe they didn't request the book or if they decided not to make them think they did though they couldn't recall typing in their library card number and sending the request. they begin to question their memory, perception and sanity.
the librarians in on the cia (or) psyop were aware of this and their was to keep an eye out for it happening and when it did they were to begin other gaslighting activity against the person. this it was hoped would confirm the persons thoughts that the librarians were the ones tampering with book requests and send the person over the edge of civility into violence against the library staff giving them the opportunity to ban the person or call the police and have charges laid against them for which they receive an under the table bounty from the cia (or).
as usual i was there to draw attention away from headquarters people in the library who were studying the cia (or) psyop. my part was to go along with the blocks without letting on that i was informed on what was going on.
i would request books and hope they would be blocked. sometimes i was advised not to say anything while other times i was told to mention it to a librarian or one of the book runners so their reaction could be studied. when i did ask they would say "did you check the other floors as it may of gone there by mistake", or with a big smile, "did you check your computer request to make certain you requested it." gaslighting at its most basic.
this would happen twice and then stop for a month or two, seems to be part of the psyop, then happen again. there would also be the typical signs of counterintelligence stalking after each two incidents had passed. it began a number of years before the toronto hosting of the g 20 meeting in 2010, after that it increased for a while untill the cia (or) changed their game plan as far as i was a target. but headquarters had collected enough sousveillance while it was going on to discover some weaknesses in their psyop that might be used against them.
“The poppy has grown apace and is killing gods and fairies. Its fumes are suffocating the world, and its roots drain it of its beautiful strength.”
Excerpt From: Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett Dunsany. “Fifty-One Tales.” iBooks.
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that tale by dunsany, the giant poppy, about an earlier opioid epidemic and what they tried to do about it. a timely one considering the news on heights canadian opioid deaths are expected to reach by the end of 2017.
that time i infiltrated the cia false impression operation. one part of the cia sextortion operations in toronto.
the cia were using toronto dating apps as a front for a blackmail operation. they were using dating apps to set up what seemed planned meetings between people. they make a fake account for a person and when someone contacts the account they act as they were the person, set up a meeting knowing where the person was, they would send the contactee with a warning not to let on about meeting them-the person on the app.
the people they send goe in the false impression they are hooking up with an escort who will provide a date with extras. but the person they are sent to dosnt know whats going on. the cia dating client would approach ask the persons name he or she would say yes and it would goe from there.
the cia sends people to follow and watch the set up, take photos they can use for later blackmail. show their family or people they work with photos of them talking to the person and then photos of the fake dating app. these people from the cia pretend to be organized crime who saw the person making a secret hookup and intend to black mail if thit will not cooperate with their plans.
headquarters knew the cia had me on their list of people they were sending their dating app people to. my part was to bait them along. act as though i wasn't on to them, refuse any offers (most of the time) but in a way that they would continue sending people every couple of months.
this would keep them trying and inevitably showing their hand as our sousveillance operatives collected intelligence on who their unwitting clients were and what they were using the operation to get from them.
some of the ones sent my way would goe away wondering what happened (or why nothing happened). some became a little perturbed and i can imagine them becoming violent in the right place especially if helped along with the cia influencing machine to do something like kill a person.
those planters at yonge and davisville. white plaster walls with stone coping at their feet and heads. miniature walled gardens or model architectures.
that time i infiltrated the toronto franchise of the velvet mafias gay sex trafficking operation.
a few times a month i would go to the barbwire theatre on yonge south of wellesley which headquarters knew was a gay mafia operation. most of the time i sat and watched (sometimes there were perks) trying to behave like a csis asset so they would think that's what i was. did this for a couple of years without any evidence we had them.
then one night as i sat in the second room from the entrance watching the video playing on the television there was a small commotion. there were a few guys poking their heads around the corner of the door taking a quick look at me and then vanishing.
then one of them, a lanky guy came in and sat down beside me, seemed to have been put up to it by the others. i smiled, not really my type. he said, "oh our little sissy", i blinked, he's calling me a sissy, boy talk about the pot calling the kettle black. i said "what?" thinking his accent, belgium maybe, caused me to misunderstand.
"oh our little sissy" he repeated, the other guys were leaning in the door watching me watch them, the guy then seemed nervous was looking at the others, at me, and back to them like what now. they moved off he made a startled motion hesitated then got up and ran after them.
then it hit me, oh not sissy he said csis, he said " oh our little csis ", he meant the canadian security intelligence service, he thought i was one of their assets. his european accent made it sound like sissy. success i was on the radar of the velvet mafia and they were showing their hand, sending people to make me think my cover (as a faux csis asset) was blown.