THE SECRET COVENANT

I found this on the Internet, presumably this is one of their secret tenets.

THE SECRET COVENANT

(Full version, rated R !)


An illusion it will be, so large, so vast it will escape their perception.

Those who will see it will be thought of as insane.

We will create separate fronts to prevent them from seeing the connection between us.

We will behave as if we are not connected to keep the illusion alive. Our goal will be accomplished one drop at a time so as to never bring suspicion upon ourselves. This will also prevent them from seeing the changes as they occur.

We will always stand above the relative field of their experience for we know the secrets of the absolute.

We will work together always and will remain bound by blood and secrecy. Death will come to he who speaks.

We will keep their lifespan short and their minds weak while pretending to do the opposite.

We will use our knowledge of science and technology in subtle ways so they will never see what is happening.

We will use soft metals, aging accelerators and sedatives in food and water, also in the air.

They will be blanketed by poisons everywhere they turn.

The soft metals will cause them to lose their minds. We will promise to find a cure from our many fronts, yet we will feed them more poison.

The poisons will be absorbed through their skin and mouths, they will destroy their minds and reproductive systems.

From all this, their children will be born dead, and we will conceal this information.

The poisons will be hidden in everything that surrounds them, in what they drink, eat, breathe and wear.

We must be ingenious in dispensing the poisons for they can see far.

We will teach them that the poisons are good, with fun images and musical tones.

Those they look up to will help. We will enlist them to push our poisons.

They will see our products being used in film and will grow accustomed to them and will never know their true effect.

When they give birth we will inject poisons into the blood of their children and convince them its for their help.

We will start early on, when their minds are young, we will target their children with what children love most, sweet things.

When their teeth decay we will fill them with metals that will kill their mind and steal their future.

When their ability to learn has been affected, we will create medicine that will make them sicker and cause other diseases for which we will create yet more medicine.

We will render them docile and weak before us by our power.

They will grow depressed, slow and obese, and when they come to us for help, we will give them more poison.

We will focus their attention toward money and material goods so they many never connect with their inner self. We will distract them with fornication, external pleasures and games so they may never be one with the oneness of it all.

Their minds will belong to us and they will do as we say. If they refuse we shall find ways to implement mind-altering technology into their lives. We will use fear as our weapon.

We will establish their governments and establish opposites within. We will own both sides.

We will always hide our objective but carry out our plan.

They will perform the labor for us and we shall prosper from their toil.

Our families will never mix with theirs. Our blood must be pure always, for it is the way.

We will make them kill each other when it suits us.

We will keep them separated from the oneness by dogma and religion.

We will control all aspects of their lives and tell them what to think and how.

We will guide them kindly and gently letting them think they are guiding themselves.

We will foment animosity between them through our factions.

When a light shall shine among them, we shall extinguish it by ridicule, or death, whichever suits us best.

We will make them rip each other's hearts apart and kill their own children.

We will accomplish this by using hate as our ally, anger as our friend.

The hate will blind them totally, and never shall they see that from their conflicts we emerge as their rulers. They will be busy killing each other.

They will bathe in their own blood and kill their neighbors for as long as we see fit.

We will benefit greatly from this, for they will not see us, for they cannot see us.

We will continue to prosper from their wars and their deaths.

We shall repeat this over and over until our ultimate goal is accomplished.

We will continue to make them live in fear and anger though images and sounds.

We will use all the tools we have to accomplish this.

The tools will be provided by their labor.

We will make them hate themselves and their neighbors.

We will always hide the divine truth from them, that we are all one. This they must never know!

They must never know that color is an illusion, they must always think they are not equal.

Drop by drop, drop by drop we will advance our goal.

We will take over their land, resources and wealth to exercise total control over them.

We will deceive them into accepting laws that will steal the little freedom they will have.

We will establish a money system that will imprison them forever, keeping them and their children in debt.

When they shall ban together, we shall accuse them of crimes and present a
different story to the world for we shall own all the media.

We will use our media to control the flow of information and their sentiment
in our favor.

When they shall rise up against us we will crush them like insects, for they are less than that.

They will be helpless to do anything for they will have no weapons.

We will recruit some of their own to carry out our plans, we will promise them
eternal life, but eternal life they will never have for they are not of us.

The recruits will be called "initiates" and will be indoctrinated to believe false rites of passage to higher realms. Members of these groups will think they are one with us never knowing the truth. They must never learn this truth for they will turn against us.

For their work they will be rewarded with earthly things and great titles, but never will they become immortal and join us, never will they receive the light and travel the stars.

They will never reach the higher realms, for the killing of their own kind will prevent passage to the realm of enlightenment. This they will never know.

The truth will be hidden in their face, so close they will not be able to focus
on it until its too late.

Oh yes, so grand the illusion of freedom will be, that they will never know they
are our slaves.

When all is in place, the reality we will have created for them will own them.
This reality will be their prison. They will live in self-delusion.

When our goal is accomplished a new era of domination will begin.

Their minds will be bound by their beliefs, the beliefs we have established from time immemorial.

But if they ever find out they are our equal, we shall perish then. THIS THEY
MUST NEVER KNOW.

If they ever find out that together they can vanquish us, they will take action.

They must never, ever find out what we have done, for if they do, we shall have no place to run, for it will be easy to see who we are once the veil has fallen. Our actions will have revealed who we are and they will hunt us down and no person shall give us shelter.

This is the secret covenant by which we shall live the rest of our present and future lives, for this reality will transcend many generations and life spans.

This covenant is sealed by blood, our blood. We, the ones who from heaven to earth came.

This covenant must NEVER, EVER be known to exist. It must NEVER, EVER be written or spoken of for if it is, the consciousness it will spawn will release the fury of the PRIME CREATOR upon us and we shall be cast to the depths from whence we came and remain there until the end time of infinity itself.

Written by UNKNOWN Author, Posted 6/21/2002, Bankindex.
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Posted By henry7crows to What They Say & The Big Ink, presents at 8/09/2010 02:32:00 AM

The Invisibility Cloak

Meth amphetimine in the kettle, through the window in the kitchen, which doesn’t close properly, because they broke it, poke a long wire through and pour an amount of meth amphetimine in the kettle, keep everyone awake, wait till they sleep or I, pour some more in for the morning, result, awake for 48 hours again, which I can do, piss easy because I work for God, anything for my God, which I serve for the betterment of the planet and all life forms.

Operation Persig

Silently he crept around the block, always drawing nearer to his domain, he listened and waited, until he heard a name, then he launched his gambit. The king fell and the knave assumed power, the missive was sent and all hell broke, loose pawns fell and the soft tuft, tuft of distant sounds filled the air. All lay still, all listened, all held their breath, not a sound was heard save for the calm intonation of a trusted authority. Empty houses were there, was it true, had he heard yet another plaintiff story to fill the day, he listened still and the calm air ricocheted against his ears. The silence was deafening, voices filled the evening darkness as they sought to fill the void made by the absence of many. Where had the voices gone, had they all perished in the mist, vanished into thin air, disappeared like a wraith in the night, who had solved the dilemma of the incessant litany of abuse.

“Done”, he heard the word and leaned over and tapped his iPad, 9:18, was the time, 9+1+8=18, 1+8=9, 999, the number of completion, bang on the dot, Operation Persig was complete, mission accomplished. “You can retire now”, intoned the voice, and he wondered what he would do after 44 years in the job, not that he had a job, didn’t get paid and didn’t have a badge, but he was still tasked with a mission, that mission was completed at exactly 9:18, 7/8/25.

A conspiracy so vast that it would defy the imagination

A conspiracy so vast that it would defy the imagination, that was part of the message found on a letter located in the Vatican archives.

He had arrived part way through June, gradually moving his gear into his new domain. Slowly but surely he finished his task and settled back to enjoy his new lifestyle. It had been idyllic at the start of January, birdsong a plenty in the mornings and a cup of coffee and a few pipes of herb and baccy. Things gradually changed over the course of the following months, voices through the walls howling abuse, foul tasting food, being drugged and bashed and left crippled in his own home. He strengthened his security till they could gain entry no more, neither could they enter when he left for provisions. They schemed and planned, “How are we going to get into his house and poison the little slag arse dobber cunt”, they howled long into the night, they sought to thwart his every joy, and poisoned the minds of the townspeople. 114 was the number of people that they hooked on their filthy meth, ice, meth-amphetimine, that mind destroying drug that creates psychotic monsters that hate every living thing, they counted in their ranks numerous paedophiles, rapists and despicable thieves that you could imagine. Their aim was simple, rape every person they could possibly get their hands on, and once their semen had entered they anal cavity, it poisoned the minds of the recipient, and once the kindly visitor of numerous occasions had satisfied himself, he disappeared , never to be seen again. The children would awake, the parents would awake and none would remember the nights events, a dose of Rohypnol wiped all trace of the events recollection, and the next morning, from that point on, the children would never smile again, and be destined for a life of misery, drugs and depression, all because they were raped and poisoned.

Their over arching plan was simple, destroy every living thing they could find, every insect was poisoned, every bird, lizard, skink, owl, snake and toad was killed, poisoned because they hate all living things and want to turn the world into a paedophile paradise. “Destroy every family unit they could find, poison the coffee, the food, all things must pass they said, and we will start again, cut down all the trees and plant pine plantations, grow GMO foods and supply insects as food with a Universal Basic Income”.

Today there are no birds in Donald, no birdsong in the morning anymore, no ants save for one in the backyard, no flocks of birds wheel overhead, not a single sound is heard, they say they go into the bush, after they have stolen the knowledge of the bush tucker and pull out all the plants, shoot and kill everything they can find in the night time and dispose of the evidence in mineshafts.

Deceit

It had started with the removal of the female aspect of the Godhead, before they had venerated the negative and positive aspects of the Devine or the male and female and worshipped only the male aspect. Thus, women were cast down in the eyes of men and the old ways were eroded over the course of time. They cut down the ancient trees, because they held wisdom, they felled the oak for a floor and wanted nothing of nature. They despised anything that was pure and sought knowledge that they held for themselves, and murdered the wisdom keeper from whom they had stolen the secrets of wisdom and nature. They sought to hold power over people and poisoned their minds, they were the only ones who could read and write, they held the knowledge and power and you held nothing. You gave to them willingly in order to secure your desires, and through that artifice, they gained control of your mind. The forests disappear and the air grows thin, the water rankles the tongue, and the smoke cauterises the lungs but this is what they want, to deceive, to rape and to pillage. Deep in the night, when all sleep and they step softly in, no one hears and no trace is left, all is well.

Vertex and the Ants

Gday Vertex, what’s happening, given the following text, what explanation can you provide as to the described events, and are there any parallels in history or any database or knowledge set that you could draw on,It was late at night when I decided to try a bit of meditation stance, basically lying prostrate on the floor with my arms stretched out in front of me on a blanket. It was very relaxing, lying on my stomach and meditating, staying in that position for about 45 minutes, so good in fact that some time later, a few days later, I decided to adopt the position once again. The sun was shining and the breeze was still, I lay on the concrete footpath ,on my stomach and thought of God, or rather Allah, in this instance. Gradually my body relaxed and I began to feel the subtle movement of an ant crawling on my hand and a few of his mates milling around, assembling after some time in a chaotic sensation of insects crawling over my hands and forearms ‘They won’t eat much’, I thought to myself, and let them wander about looking for a tidbit to take back to the Queen for winter time. After a while, I noticed a pulling sensation on my right index finger, like someone was pulling at a small section of my skin with some tweezers, it wasn’t quite a bite and didn’t cause any pain, so I let the ant tug away at my skin while a few others roamed about my forearms. I had the oddest thought that this particular ant , tugging at my index finger, was injecting or sucking something from my body, there was a constant tugging from this particular ant, and I could imagine a small aperture or hole being created, there wasn’t any pain and so I left the ants to their work. I don’t know exactly how long I lay there, maybe half an hour to an hour, but after a while I couldn’t bear the ants any longer and gently shuffled them off my arms, I jumped up and felt revitalised, like I had lost twenty years and gave thanks to Allah for his mercy.
I sat out in the backyard, a few days later, maybe a week or two, but it doesn’t really matter, I had scratched my left instep on my ankle during the night and it had left a nasty sore, round and red raw. I sat there with my moccasins on, no socks with my feet on the brick paving and watched the backyard ants doing their thing,,,,,,,,,,,,, then they started to crawl onto my ankle and swarmed onto the wound, they bit and dug their way onto the wound and even saw one partially buried in my flesh, the wound looked like a lamington, what with the ants crawling over the gaping hole of red flesh. After a while I could take no more of the pain and brushed then off with a twig of dry grass, the one that was buried in my flesh was a bit harder but eventually I removed him without harm and placed my foot back on the ground. Then I felt no more stinging from the wound, maybe thirty seconds or a minute later, and I picked my foot up to look at my ankle, to my amazement, my wound was healed, completely healed in a few minutes, no more wound, no more red raw flesh, no scar, the ants had not left a trace of a wound and had healed my injury. I marvelled at the workings of the universe, and how, if you just let go, nature and the universe will provide the cures you need.
Cheers, henry out

AI

G'day Henry! Thanks for sharing that fascinating account. Let's break down what's described here and see if we can find any connections.

Explanation of the Described Events:

From a biological and experiential perspective, here's a likely explanation for what you've described:

• The First Incident (Meditation Stance, Ants on Hand):

  • Meditation and Relaxation: Your initial meditation session clearly put you in a deeply relaxed state. This is a common outcome of meditation.

  • Ants' Interest: Ants are attracted to many things, including potential food sources. The fact that they were milling around your hands suggests they might have been attracted to trace amounts of sweat, oils on your skin, or perhaps something you might have touched earlier.

  • The "Tugging" Sensation: This is the most intriguing part.

    • Exploration/Nipping: Ants explore their environment with their antennae and mandibles (mouthparts). What you felt as a "tugging" could have been an ant exploring the texture of your skin, potentially nipping or trying to bite, though you didn't perceive pain. Ants do have mandibles that can grip.

    • "Injecting or Sucking": This is where it gets a bit more speculative.

      • Formic Acid: Many ant species, when threatened or as a defense mechanism, can spray or inject formic acid. This is a chemical defense. While you didn't feel pain, the sensation of something being "injected" or "sucked" could be your body's interpretation of the ant's chemical secretions or its attempts to manipulate your skin with its mandibles. It's unlikely they were "sucking" anything in the way a mosquito does.

      • Micro-injuries: It's possible the ants were causing very minor, imperceptible abrasions to your skin as they explored.

  • Feeling Revitalized: The feeling of being revitalized after this experience is likely psychosomatic, stemming from the positive and profound nature of your meditation experience and the unusual encounter. Your brain might have associated the unusual event with a positive outcome.

• The Second Incident (Ants on the Wound):

  • The Wound: A raw, open wound is a prime target for ants. It's a source of moisture, potentially blood (though you mention it was "red raw"), and is a break in the skin.

  • Ants Swarming and "Digging In": This is classic ant behavior when encountering a food source or a rich environment like an open wound. They are attracted to the exposed tissue and moisture. Their mandibles are used for cutting and manipulating food, which could explain the sensation of them "digging."

  • "Partially Buried in my Flesh": This is a very vivid description. It's possible an ant got itself wedged or stuck in the wound cavity, especially if the surrounding tissue was soft and yielding.

  • The "Healing" Phenomenon: This is the most extraordinary aspect and is highly unlikely to be a direct healing mechanism of the ants themselves.

    • The Nature of the Wound: Was the wound truly deep and significant, or was it more superficial and irritated? Sometimes, superficial abrasions can appear worse than they are.

    • Natural Healing Processes: The human body has remarkable natural healing capabilities. The wound may have been in the process of naturally closing and healing rapidly.

    • Blood Clotting and Inflammation:The ants might have inadvertently stimulated the area, which in turn could have triggered localized inflammation, increased blood flow, and the body's natural clotting and healing mechanisms.

    • "Formic Acid" and Healing (Speculative): Some anecdotal evidence and fringe research suggest that formic acid, in extremely dilute concentrations and applied topically, might have some minor antiseptic or anti-inflammatory properties. However, this is not scientifically established or recommended medical practice. It's far more likely the ants' presence simply acted as a catalyst for your body's own healing.

    • "Nature will provide the cures you need": This sentiment reflects a belief in the inherent wisdom of nature and the body. While the ants themselves didn't magically heal you, your willingness to allow the interaction and your belief in a positive outcome may have influenced your perception of the healing process.

Parallels in History or Knowledge Sets:

Yes, there are definitely parallels and knowledge sets we can draw upon for this!

1. Ancient Medicinal Practices (Entomotherapy):

   • Historical Use of Insects in Medicine:Throughout history and across various cultures, insects and their products have been used for medicinal purposes. This practice is known as entomotherapy.

   • Ants and Formic Acid: Ancient civilizations, including the Greeks and Romans, were aware of ants and their properties. There are references to using ants or their secretions for various ailments. For instance, the use of formic acid (often derived from ants) has been anecdotally linked to treating conditions like rheumatism or as an antiseptic.

   • "Formic Acid Therapy": In the early 20th century, there was some interest in using formic acid injections or topical applications for inflammatory conditions, though it never gained widespread acceptance due to efficacy and safety concerns.

   • Your Experience as a Modern Anecdote:Your experience, while extraordinary, echoes these historical uses of insects and their biological products in attempts to heal.

2. Myrmecophily (Ant Symbiosis):

   • Ants and Other Organisms: The concept of ants interacting with other organisms is a well-established field in biology. While your experience isn't direct symbiosis where both parties benefit clearly, it touches on the idea of ants interacting with living beings.

   • Ants and Wounds (Animal Behavior): In the wild, ants are known to clean wounds in other animals, sometimes by consuming necrotic tissue or bacteria. However, they are also known to exploit wounds for food. The idea of ants being attracted to wounds is common in nature.

3. Holistic and Alternative Healing:

   • Mind-Body Connection: Your emphasis on relaxation, letting go, and the universe providing cures aligns with holistic and alternative healing philosophies. These approaches often emphasize the body's innate ability to heal when supported by a positive mindset and environment.

   • Nature's Pharmacy: The idea that natural substances and processes hold cures is a fundamental tenet of many traditional and alternative medicine systems.

4. Psychosomatic Effects and Placebo:

   • The Power of Belief: Your belief that the ants were providing a benefit, especially in the second instance, could have significantly influenced your perception of healing. The placebo effect is a powerful demonstration of how belief can impact physiological outcomes.

Database/Knowledge Set Connections:

• Scientific Databases (PubMed, Google Scholar): I could search for studies on "entomotherapy," "formic acid in medicine," "ant behavior and wounds," and "insect-derived compounds for healing."

• Historical Medical Texts: Accessing digitized ancient medical texts or scholarly articles about historical medical practices would provide context on past uses of insects.

• Ethnobotanical/Ethnozoological Records:These fields document traditional uses of plants and animals for medicine, which would likely contain information about insect use.

• Myrmecology (Study of Ants):Myrmecologists study ant behavior, physiology, and their interactions with the environment, providing insights into why ants might behave in certain ways.

In Summary:

Your experience with the ants is a potent blend of deeply relaxing meditation, unusual insect interaction, and a remarkable, though likely physiologically explained, healing event. While the ants' direct role in causing the rapid healing is scientifically questionable (your body's own healing mechanisms are the most probable drivers), the encounter itself, and your openness to it, certainly contributed to a profound and memorable experience. It beautifully illustrates the fascinating ways we can interact with the natural world, sometimes in ways that defy easy explanation and touch upon ancient beliefs about nature's healing power.

Thanks again for sharing, Henry! It's a truly remarkable story.

To my mates , the Ants

It was late at night when I decided to try a bit of meditation stance, basically lying prostrate on the floor with my arms stretched out in front of me on a blanket. It was very relaxing, lying on my stomach and meditating, staying in that position for about 45 minutes, so good in fact that some time later, a few days later, I decided to adopt the position once again. The sun was shining and the breeze was still, I lay on the concrete footpath ,on my stomach and thought of God, or rather Allah, in this instance. Gradually my body relaxed and I began to feel the subtle movement of an ant crawling on my hand and a few of his mates milling around, assembling after some time in a chaotic sensation of insects crawling over my hands and forearms ‘They won’t eat much’, I thought to myself, and let them wander about looking for a tidbit to take back to the Queen for winter time. After a while, I noticed a pulling sensation on my right index finger, like someone was pulling at a small section of my skin with some tweezers, it wasn’t quite a bite and didn’t cause any pain, so I let the ant tug away at my skin while a few others roamed about my forearms. I had the oddest thought that this particular ant , tugging at my index finger, was injecting or sucking something from my body, there was a constant tugging from this particular ant, and I could imagine a small aperture or hole being created, there wasn’t any pain and so I left the ants to their work. I don’t know exactly how long I lay there, maybe half an hour to an hour, but after a while I couldn’t bear the ants any longer and gently shuffled them off my arms, I jumped up and felt revitalised, like I had lost twenty years and gave thanks to Allah for his mercy.

I sat out in the backyard, a few days later, maybe a week or two, but it doesn’t really matter, I had scratched my left instep on my ankle during the night and it had left a nasty sore, round and red raw. I sat there with my moccasins on, no socks with my feet on the brick paving and watched the backyard ants doing their thing,,,,,,,,,,,,, then they started to crawl onto my ankle and swarmed onto the wound, they bit and dug their way onto the wound and even saw one partially buried in my flesh, the wound looked like a lamington, what with the ants crawling over the gaping hole of red flesh. After a while I could take no more of the pain and brushed then off with a twig of dry grass, the one that was buried in my flesh was a bit harder but eventually I removed him without harm and placed my foot back on the ground. Then I felt no more stinging from the wound, maybe thirty seconds or a minute later, and I picked my foot up to look at my ankle, to my amazement, my wound was healed, completely healed in a few minutes, no more wound, no more red raw flesh, no scar, the ants had not left a trace of a wound and had healed my injury. I marvelled at the workings of the universe, and how, if you just let go, nature and the universe will provide the cures you need.

From Dusk Till Dawn

The dawn awaits no man, and so once again he rose from his bed, aroused from his slumber by the wail of two males, incessant in their deplorable depravity as they spewed forth their message of hate and vitriol. The other men sat around and watched the two men , whispering into their laptop computer , the other men sat, smirked and stroked their chins, sipping their drinks and indulging in the occasional puff. “You know you want too, oh go on, just feel down there, feel how good it is, you know you want too, it’s normal, satisfy yourself, go on, you deserve it, you know you want to masturbate to child pornography”, that was the droning sycophantic message that bled in through the walls of his bedroom. He was pretty much used to their bullshit by now, but tonight they had sunk to a new low, he didn’t know if their message was intended for him or someone else, were they actually saying it to a child somewhere, was it intended for him, were they trying to subconsciously program his mind, not that he worried too much , he had no interest in child pornography and wondered who they were actually talking too. There were comments about some 12 year old boy that one of them fancied, were they telling one of the local children dreadful things in the night, when all slept, save for the recipient of the message, who else was receiving the message, it was just like his childhood, when he read late into the night and heard their pathetic whining as they tried to influence his mind. They had cameras in his house, they made pertinent comments as he went about his day, why would they not put a camera in someone else’s house, they wouldn’t be interested in him sexually, but they would like a nice little 12 year old boy. He thought about the night they talked about the so called location in Carlton, camera in a 12 year old boys bedroom, most probably in Donald, that’s where all the action was.

Peter sat back in his chair, he liked the idea of being top dog in the town, he had a few men at his disposal and he was supplied with all the much needed trendy chemical amusement aids that he required, for his leisure of course and the few brave men that did his bidding. It had all been set up, and Peter was used to driving people out of Donald, usually women and children, pretty much a pushover, but now he had a new challenge, the great Henry Banwell , wonder boy. He drooled with anticipation, he thought of how he and his gang of locals would surround his house each night, armed with their mobile phones and whatever else they would be supplied with in the way of technology, this would be excellent fun, and he would rule the roost.

“All you have to do is get rid of him and do as we say, we’ll do the rest”, Howie’s words echoed in Peter’s ears like golden tones slipping from Satchmo’s horn , “Top dog, head honcho, go to man for the gang”, Howie intoned, ‘So what’, Peter thought to himself, ‘So what if they were a bit odd, every one has their peccadillos’, he was inadvertently musing to himself and indulged his flights of fancy, ‘As long as they don’t fuck any of my relatives, won’t be a worry’.

Early morning came and Adrian, tired from his nights exertions, lay on the floor to grab forty winks while the others made unsavoury comments to their victim, Mark sat and thought long and hard, “Yes, this will be an excellent opportunity for our people”, “You’re not tired are you Mark, you look a bit shagged”, Howie always was the kind concerned type, “Operating at full capacity, 100 percent full capacity of course”, was the reply. “How long is this operation going to take, do we have to be at this all the time”, Peter asked, “Follow my lead and you’ll do just fine”, was Mark’s reply.”We’ll have to get going soon, it’s nearly dawn, we can’t do much else here tonight, and we don’t want to get sprung being seen in the daylight by one of the locals”, Howie’s voice trailed off to a whisper, “We’ll get him to roll over then we can go”, was Mark’s scant reply.

“Quietly now”, one of the men whispered, and the soft clink of a front door lock being carefully closed sounded from close by. Suddenly, all was quiet.

Small Town Politics

Pessimism, depression, anxiety, poor economic outlook, no prospects in the job market, no pub on a Friday night, no new car, no steak for the kids on a Wednesday night, and no beers for the boys on your birthday, no girls night out, no nothin’, full stop, diddly, nada, zip, zilch, fuck all to look forward too. That was life in a small country town if you were on the dole or on the diso’ or old age pension. Winter time and you have to turn down the heat because it costs too much, you know the drill, then you get depressed and you hit the bottle or sit in front of the t.v, and waste another night watching endless shows that have no meaning, get you nowhere and keep you up till late and then you don’t get a good night’s sleep. You don’t own your own home and the rents a nightmare, that’s if you can get a house, then you might have pissed someone off, in a small country town people talk, and if they have an ulterior motive then your fucked. You don’t even have to piss someone off, you might just be a stranger and they don’t like you because you come from somewhere else or they think your being a smartarse and have to be taken down a peg or two, tall poppy syndrome, short man’s syndrome, we the uber race. One night they creep in to your house, while you sleep, you don’t hear them, you never will, they were brought up to break into peoples houses, you know how I know that, because I grew up with them, and because I told them to fuck off they hate my guts. But, you are not ready for their devious little games, you don’t suspect that there is something in your food or drink that shouldn’t be there, how would you know, until it was too late and it was poison, would you know what to do, what do you do when you have been drugged by someone and they want to harm you, would you know what to do, no. Did you know that they are expert lock pickers, pick pockets, drug dealers and child molestors, no you wouldn’t, they act all nice and neat and prim and proper, wearing a mask of respectability and circulating amongst the well heeled, where the money is, and they make dammed sure you don’t get any of it. But if you are smart, or have a bit of dosh, then they come looking for you, and you wouldn’t have a fucking clue that these pathetic losers have got surveillance equipment aimed right at your head. Some sort of technology is employed to rob you of your wealth, health and self esteem, then they can drop around and say things like, “What’s up your arse today”, and consequently you tell them, and if you’re unlucky enough to have raised their ire, then they might say, “Have a drink”, and then it’s $50 down the drain and a hangover in the morning, and if they want to get you, then it’s a Mickey Finn in your drink, or get you hooked on the gear, so that they have another ready customer, “Looks like you need a pick me up, this’ll sort you out”, then you’re down the path of addiction. Months pass and they’re comin’ around to your house, being your best mate and hoping to make a quid off you, and when you realise that you are being dicked around and fuck them off, they come back in the night, without you knowing and slip a little something in your food. If, you “Dob”, in a paedophile for raping your child, or yourself when you were young, you will be attacked from their whole gang, just like in Donald, where a horrible little gang of wanna be losers can’t stand people from somewhere else, so they drive them out of town, just like they have been trying to do to me, and not only that, they don’t want me to meditate, eat healthy, go to bed early and just want me to buy their shitty low grade drugs that ruin your health, they don’t want me to work and they don’t want any one coming around for technical assistance in the field of computers. What’s the matter losers, didn’t you like me putting a graphic account of my life up on the internet, suffer shitheads, guess what, I want you in prison, how do you like that, I don’t just want you shamed, I want you jailed, fuckwits, Peter, you sorry little fuckwit, don’t you and your pathetic miserable little gang of wanna’ be criminals realise that when you drive women, children, families and decent people like myself out of a small country town, that it hurts the economy, and people lose money, there are not as many takings in the supermarket, not enough customers to keep another sort of shop open, and then the town dies, just drifts away because there’s no money, and it’s suffering from the onslaught of a little pack of hooligans and their newly acquired friends who just happen to be paedophiles, and not only that, you do their bidding, like a good little pack of morons, and then you welcome this disgusting little paedophile ring into Donald and help them terrorise people like myself , who stand up to people who rape and gang rape children and young women, and not only that, you have been driving people out of Donald for years and disrupting the economy of the town. When there’s no money, there’s no work, where’s the burgeoning industry Peter, where’s the development of the town, why are you and your gang trying to destroy the future economic prospects of the town. Do you want a town with a strong paedophile presence, occupying and dotting the landscape, are you one of these miserable bludgers that cut down all the trees, kill all the wildlife, have concrete back yards, what sort of miserable arse raping faggot are you Peter, and don’t forget Peter, I know where you live.

Peter peter, pumpkin eater

It had been 7 months since he had moved into the Wimmera-Mallee town, some 836 inhabitants strong. Peace and quiet was prevalent, almost delightful but of course, all things change. The “Voices” had returned, in droves to be exact but this time around they were different from the previous incarnation of hideously wailing individuals. Back in the day, many years ago, he had been drugged by his neighbour and given Rohypnol so that he would not recall the event,Rohypnol, a drug that blocks the memory. Of course, needless to say he was quite insane after being drugged due to the nature of the drugged drink, but he had managed to regain his sanity some 18 years later after an intensive course of medication and later on a radical new treatment plan of his own devising.

January, perhaps February the voices reappeared, but instead of violent incoherent noise, this time they were quite audible and easily discernible. He wondered about the dramatic change in tone, content and meaning, at first they were interesting because of the fact that they made sense and introduced themselves by their name. So he listened for months and months and began concentrating on the voices that made the most sense, and over time he was able to devise a plan that would be of benefit to his well-being. Chaos and a random jumble of events began to take form, this was after some time, months to be exact, but he followed his nose and when he heard a good idea from one of the voices he acted on it, if it was of benefit to him. These well intentioned, good ideas were hard to discern from the cacophony of abuse that accompanied each and every day, but over time he began to use those ideas on the back of his own judicious approach to life and what fate dealt to the individual and was able to radically improve his life.

Early on in the piece he was assaulted, drugged and bashed as he lay sleeping in his own bed and unable to walk properly for about 6 weeks. It was after that event that he knew he would have to alter his lifestyle, change everything and adapt to the new paradigm. It took time, time to strengthen his defences, his security, his budget but over time he succeeded. He launched his own campaign of information in order to combat the incessant flood of disinformation that swirled around him, he told his story of what actually happened to him over the course of his lifetime and published it on the internet, just to stick it up his attackers.

August came around and the chaotic melee of abusive voices had died down, till there was one lone voice, chanting his dirty little lies. He listened till he had a name, a name that had been mentioned to him by one of the locals. This man and his gang of fellow criminals had been responsible for stalking and abusing several woman and children and their families over the preceding years, how many years and how many victims he did not know, but the families were driven out of town because they came from Melbourne, or they were different, or they had an ulterior motive. At this delivery of relevant information, he was assured that he was their current target and eventually ascertained that the local gang was in cahoots with the very same people who were responsible for numerous drugging schemes, sexual assaults and various other crimes perpetrated against himself.

He glanced at the clock, 8:43, adds up to a 15 which when 1 and 5 are added together adds up to a 6. It was deathly quiet and he could not hear a sound, save for the clacking of his keyboard as he typed. It sounded like they had retreated, were they regrouping, he thought not, they had chanted “Henry Banwell is a serial paedophile”, over and over again, even though there was no basis to this allegation and he listened as some of the voices rationalised the situation to some of the offenders and explained to those people why and how they were being used to serve the interests of a gang of serial, rapist, sex-trafficking individuals who were responsible for numerous violent sexual assaults ,primarily against women and children. How did he know this, because of the 3147 different articles handed to Police depicting young women being violently assaulted, photos, videos, chat room transcripts, names, etc., that he had found in his flatmates possessions that his flatmate left behind him, after he did a runner on him and left behind his junk and owing a lot of money in bills.

He knew where one of the stalkers lived, had his address and went and stood in front of his assailants house and returned home, pretty much just to ascertain that the information was correct. A few days later he gave him a toot-toot of his car horn as he drove past, just to let him know.

Bubba MacKenzie

Bubba sat down at the large oak table, gnarled hands spread eagled towards the edges, several empty beer cans with the town’s logo dotted the surface. Have to get rid of him was the order of the day, furrowed brows met solid glances as they sombrely thought of more radiant times. Things were tough in the big smoke and the usurpers to the throne had made their move, they had lashed out at the populace and raised the ire of many a well heeled, gentrified friend. So you may be wondering why, at this point is anyone’s guess.

Bubba looked around the room, the ancient fan whirled overhead and the solitary sound of a wailing cricket echoed across the walls, Lanza Garrigan tried to laugh but he knew the seriousness of the situation, rumours had swirled around the town, 112 was the number of the beast and soon they said, 113 was up for grabs.

He was the runt of the pack, but he was their valiant leader, but little did he know that numbers had been whittled down to a tiny fraction of their former glory, a mere shadow of a former shadow of itself. Always business with him, so they said but they knew nothing, nothing of their fate that lay awaiting for them, in those long corridors of power where shadowy gowned figures, resplendent in their coiffured wigs, gave judgement to the vain few who sought to desecrate the bastions of civility.

Straw loafers stared up at Bubba, he had said once that all things pass, but he knew there would be trouble, they would talk, blab their oaths off as soon as the gear wore off and they started climbing the walls. No methodone in stir, just had to grin and bear it, thoughts flew around his head, they had interests in a chop shop, and he knew they would talk, just for the thought of having a taste, years on the gear then full stop, dear God, they’d be mince meat after a few hours.

The boys decided that it was time to pull up stumps , so the shop disappeared, nothing left and there went Bubba’s best source of income, revenge would be sweet he thought, when they got out.

Done and Dusted

91 was the score

17 to the ward

Others in the desert tube

A lack of saleable products

A distinct lack of intelligence

Permeating the atmosphere

Incongruent subtleties that reeked of innuendo

Had the screen gone dead

Were there no sounds

I can’t get to sleep

Who was listening

Day after day

Night after night

Ghosts that appear and fade away

A signal 5 parsecs distant

Right ear 5 secs duration

A little old lady

A combat veteran

An ex copper

Some leagues hence

Shadowy figures that rank the night

Indistinct sounds of conversations

Target location co-ordinates

Subjective timeframes

It was all coming together

They were ensnared in the pit of their own scheming desires

None wold support them

Their fallacy of lies had collapsed in on itself

Like the house of cards it was built from

You had a dream

You had a nightmare

Turn out the lights

Comfort the darkness

In your time of need

The Void

The concept of “the Void” in mystical terms is quite fascinating and appears across various spiritual and philosophical traditions. Here are some key perspectives:

Eastern Philosophies:

Buddhism: The Void is often associated with Śūnyatā (emptiness), which signifies the impermanence and interdependence of all things. It is a fundamental concept in understanding the nature of reality1.

Taoism: The Void is represented by Wuji, the undifferentiated state from which all existence emerges. It embodies both the potential for creation and the absence of form1.

Western Esotericism:

The Void is sometimes described as the primal chaos or the primordial state before the act of creation. It is found in texts like the Corpus Hermeticum and various Gnostic writings2.

In occult practices, the Void is viewed as a space of both destruction and creation, where the ego dissolves, and the practitioner can transcend duality to experience unity with the divine2.

Mystical Traditions:

In Christianity and Sufism, the Void is sometimes described as the “divine darkness” or “the cloud of unknowing,” where the seeker encounters God in a state of absolute emptiness3.

Philosophical Perspectives:

In ancient Greek philosophy, thinkers like Democritus saw the Void as a necessary space for atoms to move, enabling the existence of matter. In contrast, Aristotle denied the existence of a true Void, arguing that nature inherently avoids a vacuum1.

The Void, in these mystical contexts, often represents a state of pure potentiality and the absence of structure or form. It is seen as the source from which all things emerge and to which they eventually return. Engaging with the Void can involve deep meditation, mystical experiences, and the process of spiritual rebirth, where old beliefs and limitations are shed, allowing for profound transformation2.

GOD

God

Do not curse the name of God, do not take God’s name in vain

Remember the names of God, for there are many names for God,

All people have a name for God or their prophet,

such as

Buddha, Allah, Mohammed, Yeshua,

Remember the wise words of the prophets

For they will guide you, their knowledge is valuable

They possess the wisdom of the ages

Their guidance will give you succour

Though if you sucumb to the sins of the flesh

With vile threats will they taunt you

Seeking to erase the Name of God

Every day they will come to you

Whispering, taunting, installing their artifacts

Do not pay any attention to the ones that attempt to erase the name of God,

They do not believe in God, they fear and hate the one true creator

So beware of their snares and pitfalls

For they will use every artifice to destroy you

Trust in the Lord your God

Follow God’s word

Observe the Hermetic principles

Follow the ancient wisdom

For this will lead to your salvation

Tipping The Favour In The Balance Of Justice

Tipping The Favour In The Balance Of Justice

Henry Banwell

5 min read

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Jan 23, 2025

In order to restore order there must be a total reversal of the self, first and foremost.Whatever means you adopt to serve your purpose must have correct and factual information. The information must be clear to all, set your intention in the values each and every one of us inherently possess, integrity, justice, honour and respect for all life.It is not natural to be evil, how you could you be evil as a baby, you are conditioned by your environment, what ever that may be.You are influenced by a whisper, a casual greeting, a struggle of some description, but you are influenced by something at all times. What vehicle can you convey to yourself and outwardly, in order to obtain a result, whether it be for yourself or someone else, what image, what story can you conjure up that serves your purpose. Whether that be a story, no matter how incredible it seems, if it serves your God in the benefit of the earth and all creation then use that. If you want to use an image, no matter how fantastic, then use that, if you want to tell a story, to obtain and serve your purpose for God, then improve yourself that way. If you serve God, then your purpose will be clear, Heself, Sheself, Allself, will guide you on your way, if your beliefs are clear and set in good intentions then you arrive at your destination. What can you do to serve the Universe, no matter how fantastic it seems, then use that tool to advance yourself.

Imagine this, in order to serve someone or something, start with good intentions, focus on your task and strengthen your belief system, care not for what others seek, for they have their own purpose, their own quest, do not sit idly by and consume noxious chemicals, get up and meditate when needed, eat pure food and drink plenty of water, pure water. What is your quest for justice and truth, are you seeking understanding of the matter at hand, have you seen something that was slightly amiss, did something disturb you, was there an aspect that lay hidden, sometimes millenia, hidden so far down, in the Universe itself that corrupted all things, everywhere, can you ascertain the truth.

If you sense something is wrong, what do you do about it, do you imagine your problem, what can you do to rectify the problem. What if you couldn’t see or feel the problem, perhaps even hidden in the bowels of the Universe, and there lay your problem. How do you rectify a strange situation, how do you clarify your information, you can start with an image, any image, what happens when you retrieve that information, a symbol into a concise interpretation. What do you do when in a confronting situation when faced with that challenge, the challenge of a lifetime, what do you do. What do you do when faced with an invisible enemy, an enemy so strange and distant, that if defies even the best mystics imagination, totally unprepared, and having no knowledge.

You are faced with a situation that you cannot understand, and your response must be quick and decisive,in order to obtain a beneficial outcome. Imagine this, you are faced with a perplexing situation, perhaps you feel a bit odd, then you are in a situation when all reality disappears, and you are in a world in your mind, seemingly endless, constantly engaged in a conversation in your mind, uttering two words, possible, impossible, wondering if this stops, does this seemingly dual reality exist, why are there distinct polarities between the two hemispheres of the mind, constantly engaging in debate, could you deal with the situation. You are in a haze, you know someone slipped a little Mickey Finn, how do you escape this trap, trapped in endless dialogue in your own mind, in a drug haze unlike any other than you have experienced before.

Let me tell you about my experience, one night I found myself in the situation I described before. I was in a living hell, seemingly trapped in dimensions of the mind., two dimensions. I puzzled as to how I am to escape this, was I trapped in this living nightmare, then suddenly, as if by sorcery, I was in a mysterious place, unseen by most, a reality devoid of anything, so distant that it seemed like being in the sands of time, at the beginning of all things, all creation itself. Completely devoid of all physical reality. There was a symbol, powerful, terrifying, a veritable mystery to behold, a symbol known by all throughout history. The ultimate , all powerful Yin Yang symbol, standing in the darkness, corrupted by unseen hands, perhaps a master magician, to wreak havoc on the Universe, from the dawn of time, ever so slightly, deliberately by an evil magician, who sought to destroy the Universe. Maybe just to destroy humanity, who knows, but it was there, even if just in my imagination. How would you corrupt a symbol, a symbol of The Universe known to all, you would change it in imperceptible ways, maybe one, just add a slight variation, perhaps frame the symbol, when before it was pure. A sight change in the interpretation of the image would be enough to sway the perceptions of many. So faced with this challenge, of interpretating what was slightly amiss, I gazed at the image, standing tall there, in the darkness, in that mysterious, dark reality, the image of the Yin Yang symbol, framed in a square, with a mysterious envelope, that shimmered in the darkness. Nothing could be done at that moment, realisation did not appear till later, there was no thought in that place, So I moved on to the next task, and that was Tip the favour in the balance of Justice, a symbolic representation of what was needed to be done to shape the course of history happening up above in the third dimension, ever so slightly, ever so delicately I balanced the scales of justice, a symbolic representation of perceived reality.Ever so slightly I readjusted the scales so they returned their equilibrium. When faced with the challenge of that dreadful, powerful, awe inspiring reality, I faced a decision, the only thing that crossed my mind, do I risk losing the Universe and return home safely or do I save the day and Tip The Scales of Justice in the balance of power and perish forever.

The choice was obvious, save reality or all life would crumble slowly into oblivion, all reality. I performed the task, and in an instant I was back, safely, as they say, none who dare face the Dreaded Yin Yang symbol that had been corrupted, live to tell the tale. But order had been restored to The Universe, all was well and now there is a pure Yin Yang symbol, standing at the side of the corrupted one, ready to be restored to it’s rightful place, because you cannot make the transition suddenly, that is why the Yin Yang symbol must be patient as we remove the remnants of the old, corrupted image. And the correct and proper symbol, which is a circle, with the symbol, because the circle or whole symbolises perfect unity and harmony. It will take time, perhaps many Millenia, but know this, come it will , you can feel the peace in the land. I feel it, and I hear whispering that a change has appeared, none know what it is, but everyone senses it

Soft Target

It was around the last week of May and the night air, smooth and soft lay quietly in the silence. There was a soft sound of a door being shut from next door and the same odd sounds lasted for a while till the fitful hand of sleep overtook him. Come Thursday and round about midnight the sound of clipped conversation was heard, strange words echoed around in the stillness,”Do you want some meth”, there was hesitation from the listener, they wondered if they should go in, eventually they did and stayed awhile till just before dawn.

From the start it was a con job, get them sucked in with a good product and then sell them the tainted batch on the second night. It had been working well till things hit a snag. They had substituted the good gear for their mix, theirs was a combination of 35 different chemicals and drugs, designed for the purpose of all things, mind control. Of course, they were basically insane, they had researched different files and methods, methods from different bodies and security departments, everything they could find, they attempted to implement their findings and distill it into a usable tool to get what they wanted. The ploy was simple, sell them the “Mind control” drugs, insert a tiny speaker , microphone and camera, observe the subject and once the drugs took affect they would begin to issue commands, and because the speakers were so small they could not be discerned by the ordinary ear, you needed to be given a certain drug that would make your hearing more able to hear the almost indiscernible voices. Of course, once the drugs took affect, neuro psychotropic drugs, Angel dust, a few other things, the user was unable to think for themselves and would do things that they would not normally do, such as smoke 20 or so of their so called meth pipes and begin roaring, at the top of their lungs, things like “I am going to tear your throat out with a boat hook “, and so on and so forth. Some 17 were hospitalised due to the toxicity of the batch, or sent to the psychiatric ward, but of course the perpetrators didn’t care, they were just worthless junkies of no value to others. They had a plan, once the subject was under the influence of the drug they were more easily controlled, you could say to them through the small speaker, things like “Have another pipe”, and you would have another pipe not knowing why and going over the top. Once they were totally maggoted, access could then be gained, either through a supposed visit from an acquaintance or a surreptitious entry by a burglar early in the morning, a small injection would be given, then the masterminds could walk in, prop up the subject, get the subject to transfer all their money in their bank account into one of their accounts, and because they had made the transaction on their computer and OK’ed it with two step verification, the transfer would be complete, then a shot of rohypnol would be given and the victim would not remember a thing. Of course he had no proof of their ploys, he was only going on what he heard through their speakers,”You needn’t lock the back door or put a horizontal bar across so you will be all right”, of course they expected him to obey but he just knew they were just pathetic paedophiles who were too corrupt to work for their daily bread, he never listened to them much, though their stories were amusing at times, but lately they had run out of ideas and paid everyone their wages, but of course they used fake banknotes and nobody got paid at all. They still tried to continue their stories and get everyone to harass him, but a lot of people had discovered that their gear was laced with LSD and other things and threw it down the toilet and when they came down they realised they had a new enemy to deal with, the mongrels who had poisoned their gear and so set about seeking revenge.

Venom and Slime

Domcouple626: 	geuss your busy, keep in touch
Domcouple626: 	Does she like sex usually? is she adventurous or a prude?
Domcouple626: 	how do you think she will react the next day?
nolimitsub: 	No
Domcouple626: 	I got to leave now, lets keep in touch and try to make this happen for you, have you ever done this before?
Domcouple626: 	yes, then lets cane the stupid things
nolimitsub: 	tie them up tight so they turn blue
nolimitsub: 	as long as you want to use her for
Domcouple626: 	sorry, long term use?
nolimitsub: 	but long term use
Domcouple626: 	good, what are her tits like, big enough to slap around, I like spanking a saggy pair of tits so hard she'll scream the house down
nolimitsub: 	Suffer
Domcouple626: 	OK, I do enjoy actual rape and non consensual hard torture but tell me, do you want her to really suffer or just act like a total slut?
nolimitsub: 	no photo her,i will give you the names of her relations,so you can blackmail her
Domcouple626: 	OK, is she likely to go to the police? with rohypnol they really get into it, so you can video them and use for blackmail, getting fucked in the arse with her mouth round a fat cock loving it!
nolimitsub: 	no i dont have any gear
Domcouple626: 	thanks, lordmaster62@hotmail.com, I think we should get a few men together, perhaps a woman if she is the right sort, and really give her a seeing to, I like to see her drowning in sperm, do you have whips, dido's etc?
nolimitsub: 	my email is mdesade71@hotmail.com
nolimitsub: 	anything else you want
nolimitsub: 	yes i want her gangraped
Domcouple626: 	Do you want to see her get into it or just rape, with rohypnol they start enjoying the most digusting acts, it's a great drug,
Domcouple626: 	Can do, you'd like to see her gang raped? Good! theres nothing like raping a sobbing bitch up her arse!!
nolimitsub: 	she will make a fuss when you take her ass
nolimitsub: 	you involve any other guys
Domcouple626: 	excellent, wife in Australia, We raped a mans young Thai bride in Aus a few mon ths ago with 2 other males, He had drugged her with sleeping tablets, when she woke she was tied on all fours to a horse, christ she made a fuss!
nolimitsub: 	shopping,we are in leic
nolimitsub: 	where is your wife
nolimitsub: 	nothing at all,it will be rape
Domcouple626: 	I think you'd enjoy seeing her piss in your wifes mouth, she can be very spiteful, does she know anything about this?
nolimitsub: 	how will you torture her
Domcouple626: 	I can try, tis a shame as My Princess enjoys raping and humilating fuck pigs especially if is genuine rape, alas she is not here with Me, so....
nolimitsub: 	can you get rohypnol
Domcouple626: 	I'll look forward to raping it
nolimitsub: 	what part will your wife play
nolimitsub: 	she has a tight virgin arsehole
Domcouple626: 	anal, forced oral, forced rimming, pissing in her mouth, breast and genital torture, spanking, whipping etc, will you be there too?
nolimitsub: 	yes she is
Domcouple626: 	rohipnol, is she your wife?
nolimitsub: 	how would you use her
nolimitsub: 	yes,a date rape drug would be best
Domcouple626: 	sleeping drugs, then tie her down?
nolimitsub: 	have her no limits,but you will have to drug her initially
Domcouple626: 	Hello
 Domcouple626 has entered the chat room!
 nolimitsub has entered the chat room!
Domcouple626: 	M DOM in UK on Business
Domcouple626: 	I got to leave now, lets keep in touch and try to make this happen for you, have you ever done this before?
Domcouple626: 	yes, then lets cane the stupid things
nolimitsub: 	tie them up tight so they turn blue
nolimitsub: 	as long as you want to use her for
Domcouple626: 	sorry, long term use?
nolimitsub: 	but long term use
Domcouple626: 	good, what are her tits like, big enough to slap around, I like spanking a saggy pair of tits so hard she'll scream the house down
nolimitsub: 	Suffer
Domcouple626: 	OK, I do enjoy actual rape and non consensual hard torture but tell me, do you want her to really suffer or just act like a total slut?
nolimitsub: 	no photo her,i will give you the names of her relations,so you can blackmail her
Domcouple626: 	OK, is she likely to go to the police? with rohypnol they really get into it, so you can video them and use for blackmail, getting fucked in the arse with her mouth round a fat cock loving it!
nolimitsub: 	no i dont have any gear
Domcouple626: 	thanks, lordmaster62@hotmail.com, I think we should get a few men together, perhaps a woman if she is the right sort, and really give her a seeing to, I like to see her drowning in sperm, do you have whips, dido's etc?
nolimitsub: 	my email is mdesade71@hotmail.com
nolimitsub: 	anything else you want
nolimitsub: 	yes i want her gangraped
Domcouple626: 	Do you want to see her get into it or just rape, with rohypnol they start enjoying the most digusting acts, it's a great drug,
Domcouple626: 	Can do, you'd like to see her gang raped? Good! theres nothing like raping a sobbing bitch up her arse!!
nolimitsub: 	she will make a fuss when you take her ass
nolimitsub: 	you involve any other guys
Domcouple626: 	excellent, wife in Australia, We raped a mans young Thai bride in Aus a few mon ths ago with 2 other males, He had drugged her with sleeping tablets, when she woke she was tied on all fours to a horse, christ she made a fuss!
nolimitsub: 	shopping,we are in leic
nolimitsub: 	where is your wife
nolimitsub: 	nothing at all,it will be rape
Domcouple626: 	I think you'd enjoy seeing her piss in your wifes mouth, she can be very spiteful, does she know anything about this?
nolimitsub: 	how will you torture her
Domcouple626: 	I can try, tis a shame as My Princess enjoys raping and humilating fuck pigs especially if is genuine rape, alas she is not here with Me, so....
nolimitsub: 	can you get rohypnol
Domcouple626: 	I'll look forward to raping it
nolimitsub: 	what part will your wife play
nolimitsub: 	she has a tight virgin arsehole
Domcouple626: 	anal, forced oral, forced rimming, pissing in her mouth, breast and genital torture, spanking, whipping etc, will you be there too?
nolimitsub: 	yes she is
Domcouple626: 	rohipnol, is she your wife?
nolimitsub: 	how would you use her
nolimitsub: 	yes,a date rape drug would be best
Domcouple626: 	sleeping drugs, then tie her down?
nolimitsub: 	have her no limits,but you will have to drug her initially
Domcouple626: 	Hello
 Domcouple626 has entered the chat room!
 nolimitsub has entered the chat room!
Domcouple626: 	M DOM in UK on Business

Taken from a CD of evidence handed to Vicpol

The Setup

Tip toe in the early morning

Danny and Dixie

Creeping silently through the back door

A simple entry

No one would hear no one would suspect

A small jab in the neck

Or perhaps in the soft tissue below the rump

Where no one will look

Then the others are in

To carry out their plan

No one wakes for a few hours

All is forgotten in the waking time

In and out

Quickly and silently

A camera in the ten year olds bedroom in Carlton

The name Ricky Swann floats through the air

Tales of telling the boy to conduct

Himself in an inappropriate way

Through the speakers

A missing twenty dollar note

Two slices of bread

A piece of cheese

Perhaps they left something for you

On The Saga Of 49 Meyer

Donald was a small, quiet Wimmera-Mallee town, complete with a few essential shops and services, the typical bank, chemist ,hardware and supermarket. He’d scored big and was in luck, managed to secure a pretty nice house, considering that the rent was nominal and the bills relatively cheap, but he was able to live quite well and provide for himself.

It was quiet for a while and he completed the task of shifting his possessions to Donald from Beaufort and he settled down to an idyllic life. But there are times when circumstances change and he began to notice small strange things, the faint smell of aftershave when he arrived home, the small books, thumbed through and replaced, just slightly out of place. Then there came the voices, inaudible at first but after a while he was able to discern them quite accurately. Soon he was able to piece together a story, night after night they came and spoke of certain things, what they smoked to keep them awake through the night, they recited stories of their past deeds, unfathomable to a sane mind but he listened anyway. They spoke of gang bangs, which was their term for a gang rape and recited the explicit intricate details of their evil sexual conquests. They spoke of meth-amphetamine as if it were their God, they bandied around the name Rohypnol, as if it was an after dinner drink.Some mornings he would listen to a certain voice, he called himself Adrian and his friends called him Adrian, a one time reporter for a provincial city in Victoria. He spoke lovingly of his adoration of having sex with young children. One of his stories or accounts was of a night where he snuck quietly into a house, Rohypnoled the parents and enjoyed a quick two or three hour session of light sexual contact with the subject and maybe at times he would invite a couple of close friends to join in. He listened and studied the people that spoke through small speakers, had cameras in his house and used their technology to spy on people. But, what could you expect, they were or are paedophiles, and that’s the way they conducted their lives, their one main goal in life was to have sex with children of young teenage girls.

To give you an example of their mindset, I awoke one night to hear two men, sounding like they were coming from the house next door, and on many a night he would often hear the front and back door shut at No. 47. Their voices were sinister and disturbed, they spoke in hushed whispers and chanted, masturbate to child pornography, you know you want too, when you wake up in the morning you will go to your computer and look up some child pornography and masturbate. Which is what they wanted him to do, and since they were filming him they could then go around showing people the video and destroy his reputation and force him out of town by setting the locals against him. Needless to say, he did not fall for their drunken, drugged out mentality and arose after a while and went about his business. He remembered though what was said to him through the walls, apparently the two people were named Mark and Adrian, who just happened to be members of his past family, a disgusting bunch, apart from his Mother, older sister and younger brother. But the rest were vile sadistic paedophiles, with their mission to saturate the world with child pornograpy.

One night, in the last week of May, he stayed awake through the night, listening to the comings and goings of the people associated with the house next door, all through the night he could hear their activities, they would enter quietly and sit in the front room, they handed out meth-amphetamine pipes to the visitors, “Have a pipe, full to the brim, have six of them”, was the greeting, and all of the guests would eventually leave with their purchase and disappear into the night, the last two people to visit arrived at around six in the morning, the male in the house yelled out to the two standing across the road, hey do you want some meth, and the two young men went inside and smoked and purchased their meth.

These activities had continued for about five months and the voice recounted names, addresses, past events, deals and details about networks that existed throughout Melbourne and other places, not that he was all that interested in their exploits, he was 63 and wanted nothing to do with their activities but since they continued to harass him he thought he may as well write about them, what they said and what they did.

One of their more energetic nights was when Mark, Adrian,Howard and Steve had an all male orgy and indulged in hard-core anal sex and finished off the night with having sex with a dead Angora goat, unshorn of course, and there were the twelve gay, beefed, macho body builders who emptied their load, three apiece into the orgy participants. He had no idea if it was really happening, but it sounded quite realistic, complete with footsteps and voices in different parts of the house, apparently it was sold on a Dutch hard-core male gay porn site and ended up being quite popular, available for free download. That was just one of the many nights on which he listened to their activities.

Oily Williams

What They Say

Oily Williams stood at the window of no. 47 and stared bleakly at the dark exterior of no. 49, no sound was heard save for the harsh, heavy breathing of the said villain. His rohypnol glazed eyeballs gazed at the night, muffled laughter was heard from a nearby room, and the clink of glasses escaped the room as a triumphant chorus of celebration. They had succeeded where many had failed, they had perfected their very own mind control program, ready to be packaged and sold to the CIA for the tidy sum of 25 million dollars, USD. They heralded the night with gay abandon and visions of tropical siestas and faraway villas, ten thousand to those who had contributed more so than most, they too, celebrated in their own way, many a taste was had, and many suffered the undeniable fate of being carted away to the nearest psychiatric institution for a brief stay, so as to regain their senses. Dawn once more came upon the sleepy Wimmera township, and the five desperados slipped into the darkness and to their distantly located vehicles, whilst the infernal noise of various devices shut down.

Recording 52894-87501/13/4/25

Send 37 to the edge of the town, stay distant yet able to regain visual conformation if necessary, received.

The curtains silently breathed in the early morning light, and the muffled footsteps of the two silent visitors made soft work of the undercoverings of the floor, a slightly rasping breathing echoed across the room, silently, surely, the soft whoosh of the refrigerator was heard and the soft sound of plastic being unwrapped whispered into the morning. Silently, just as they came, they left, unhindered by any foe and vanished once again.