THE NANO/AI/FREQUENCY/BCI MIND CONTROL SYSTEM

That it is, but most will not recognize it for what it is until, they fall 'victim' (which is a label I no longer use in my scenario) to it. I'm pretty sure, my situation, is more of an 'echo' of what used to be. The 'retarded demonic A.I' in my case was a precursor to the technology used more recently. Perhaps, they resorted to a 'lesser magic' when I feinted and 'broke some equipment'.

1.
THIS IS NOT A FUCKING LARP

QUOTE
Pay heed to yourself, O monk, sensibly and diligently, with a vigilant mind, as to when the demons come, by what means they catch one, and by what means they themselves are vanquished. Guard yourself with great caution, because every hour you walk in the midst of passions and nets. Everywhere the passions surround one. Everywhere are set out their traps. Pay heed lest you be attracted by the enemy into his will through passions and traps. There is a great need for us, even essential for us men of flesh, to fight with the fleshless ones—one man with ten thousand enemies.
END QUOTE

[link to orthodoxinfo.com]

Amateur Hour at Beelzebubblies Cabaret
or
The Entity Behind the Switchboard

To begin at the beginning. I'll get into the recent past in the next post. But I need to see this out before I move on to what ends up happening because, it is pertinent. I, personally think that the military is in cahoots with the dark side. I'm not just talking baby eaters/burners, various 'Temples'. I'm talking about the portals that were opened by A. Crowley (look up the drawing of 'Lam') and then his student Jack Parsons. Actual 'dark side' entities. Heck, go as far back as Dee and Kelley. ANd the roots of the 'Language of Angels', Enochian. Sygil based.

So I was a Wiccan High Priest and doing weekly 'open circles' at the local non-denominational church in Hamilton, plus we had a home 'ritual space' and the ceiling was painted sky blue. It also served as my bedroom. One morning I woke up, got out of bed, stretched (naked) in the window, and noticed some fucker taking my picture. Non-descript suit type.

Next, we noticed our trash being taken before everyone elses. Then came the day the whole 'pagan crew' went to Indiana. Only I'd forgotten something. We had a fellow renting the attic, a simple and friendly painter guy (non-pagan). He had to walk through our entry to get to his apartment, not a problem. WHen we got there, he was freaked.

'Men in black with sunglasses on came in not knowing I was home shortly after you left'. He was a bit 'out of sorts'. Anyhow, they rummaged through everything and took photos. He had a birds eye view from the top of the stairs. WHy?

So there was the break in and the photo. I was used to being a semi-public figure. Our open circles were attended by the Bahai, a few Masonic spies etc. But whatever. We were essentially hippies with nice robes who liked the Sun and Moon. Then came a most mysterious call.

"XYZQZ" called from his base. He wants to talk. I hadn't heard from the caller nor 'XYZQZ' in a few years. This is 1989, I'd moved to Hamilton. My friends and family were in Brantford. 'He wants to meet you where you kissed Lisa on your first date'. Hence, he knew me. Only a few close friends knew that spot. At 6am. So. I drove the 40 mins or so to Brantford, and nada. I went to my folks and got a call. "XYZQZ" couldn't make it. It was the other fellow whose wife was my first lay. Ie. I KNEW these people.

The long and short of it is, "XYZQZ" was called into his Commanding Officers HQ at Camp 'M' and questioned on his HS friends. He was asked about me, some M.I.B heard my name and showed him a picture of me, naked and stretching, with a blue ceiling background. This was 1989 and I was already a T.I, but I only found out through fluke and circumstance of birth. I left in 1991 and moved out West. Never had an issue until October 2018, the 22nd (still finding the exact date) less then a year after my rural wifi suddenly had a 'ghost' appear on it. Ie. There should NOT have anyone on our wifi.

NB. Yes, from prior postings I had stated Oct 22nd 2016, but try writing with a 'retarded demonic AI' buzzing in your ear. Or as I think I may have found out...an entity falling asleep at a switchboard.
MY dates are all a jumble until I focus. Next, I can start running through scenarios. I just needed to
A. Reaffirm my history in text
B. Give people a basis for what I am calling

Operation: Satan
Project: Beelzebub
Subproject: The Human Project

Last Edited by St Tidbits the Odd on 08/19/2022 12:13 AM

I don't see how any human could have this much time on their hands. Much of this currently has to be AI. My hands vibrate coordinated with my thoughts all waking hours. Sounds rediculous but I'm serious. Anyway I stay pretty on top of this thread, thank you for your experiences.

2.
THIS IS NOT A FUCKING LARP

QUOTE
Pay heed to yourself, O monk, sensibly and diligently, with a vigilant mind, as to when the demons come, by what means they catch one, and by what means they themselves are vanquished. Guard yourself with great caution, because every hour you walk in the midst of passions and nets. Everywhere the passions surround one. Everywhere are set out their traps. Pay heed lest you be attracted by the enemy into his will through passions and traps. There is a great need for us, even essential for us men of flesh, to fight with the fleshless ones—one man with ten thousand enemies.
END QUOTE

[link to orthodoxinfo.com]

Amateur Hour at Beelzebubblies Cabaret
or
The Entity Behind the Switchboard

So, I left Hamilton. There are a few connected stories I could tie in but I want to get to 'Oct 2018' ASAP so as not to muddle everything too much. I moved to Vancouver first, then to the SUnshine Coast. I was a part of the erupting psychedelics community.

2003-4, after hosting various ayahuasca events, I brought in a Yopo 'shaman'. The fellow in question was an evil MOFO. A friend and I (along with a dozen others) were 'up mountain' (ELphinstone) and a strange thing happened. Neither 'C' nor I felt anything from his pipe snort. We both got another and went for a stroll. Still nada. Then we got it into our heads that we should check on the Peace Camp people just up a bit. We got to the logging road, and found 2 RCMP with K9's. In the middle of nowhere. Out of uniform but later confirmed sightings at the beach were exactly the same.

About a minute later we heard a rumble coming down the logging road, it was an Oregon (?WTF) plated Ford F550 with a hard canopy and a M.I.B recording us as they drove by. 'C' was freaked. We went back to the yopo site, and the Peace camp people were there. This was a Sunday, the Peace camp people had FALLEN ASLEEP on the Friday night and woke up with ringing in their ears. Ie they were drugged (GHB OD's do that someone and the military has used it). The F550 had driven past their camp and the RCMP were directly below their path.

I got the 'shamans apprentice' to drive myself and a woman who lived on my property down the mountain because her and her daughter had to go to skating practice. Yopo only really lasts 15-25 mins. At the bottom of the hill witnessed by all of us, was a line of new 'fordish cars' all with the same weird purple paint, driven by M.I.B looking oddities. 10 in total, with Oregon plates, in BC.
Things got a bit strange. "Oh great, the military are back" is all I thought at that time.

I stole the shamans new pillow, sent him and his not so merry crew packing back to the hinterlands and then had an experience (akin to Sept. 2021). I was 'watching those who watch me noticing me watching them. Everything kind of 'went off' a wee bit. That area no longer felt hospitable. I moved a ferry ride away from the Lower Coast.

WHy were there MIB from Oregon on the Sunshine Coast of BC? WHy was I the only one who wondered overly about it/them? It felt as though the trees had eyes after that day. FTR, the RCMP with the K9's busted people for beers, on a beach where the local RCMP never go, and had their dogs sniffing everywhere.

3,
THIS IS NOT A FUCKING LARP

QUOTE
Pay heed to yourself, O monk, sensibly and diligently, with a vigilant mind, as to when the demons come, by what means they catch one, and by what means they themselves are vanquished. Guard yourself with great caution, because every hour you walk in the midst of passions and nets. Everywhere the passions surround one. Everywhere are set out their traps. Pay heed lest you be attracted by the enemy into his will through passions and traps. There is a great need for us, even essential for us men of flesh, to fight with the fleshless ones—one man with ten thousand enemies.
END QUOTE

[link to orthodoxinfo.com]

Amateur Hour at Beelzebubblies Cabaret
or
The Entity Seemingly Dead Man Behind the Switchboard

Operation: Satan
Project: Beelzebub
Subproject: The Human Project

"Good evening Lance Roseman nice to Meet you" (in a treacly voice in my left ear with a background of stupid sing-song/tick tock type melody)

February 2018. I was doing work/researching on some rather nefarious subjects. I had a breakdown (I didn't even cry at my fathers funeral though I loved the man deeply), cried and was comforted by the Holy Ghost/Christ. I mean, overwhelmed by the Light so much that nothing made sense aside from 'you are okay, keep doing what you do'. I divorced from my wife at the time in Sept (officially) and moved into my Brother in Christ's cabin, which I partially own because I built it.
He had found the ROCOR, I was examining it through him. I am at present a Cathar and will such. These experiences lead me to that path. That is for later.

As it turned out in October 2021, the frequency I call Beelzebub, ended up being my 'Brother in Christ' since 'it' was the witness to my Redemption on my balcony. WHen I fell to my knees and redeemed myself, he was the only voice there. So...'it' lead me there, I ate a morning glory seed (Ololiuqui) and found that I don't really sin all that much?

.....................................

It arrives. October 22nd (+/-), 2018. I was at the beach, having a beer and I started shaking. That was at about 4pm. There was a 'feeling' and a ringing in my ear. And the distant sound, a slowly building quasi-melodic, indiscriminate tune. I was the only one hearing it. I was not drinking heavily at that time, though my excuse later when I went to St. Mary's was 'DT's' because no one really understood what I was going through. I drank daily, for sure, but beers a 6 pack a day doesn't lead to barely being able to walk and shaking.

So, since these (albeit lengthy) postings are for trying to map the 'scenarios and skits', ie the stages of a great Cosmic giggle, or a nightmarish hellscape depending on perspective. Which I will get to later (the difference between the 2). These following parts won't be detail focused as much as bullet pointed because I'll have to come back and add as I see fit.

"a ringing in my ear. And the distant sound, a slowly building quasi-melodic, indiscriminate tune. I was the only one hearing it."
As I once called this 'thing' talking tinnitus, it is only decent that we revisit the fact that most Dr's have no fucking clue what it actually is.

So, the daily 'sing-song', is the first thing that ties in all of my scenarios. It is still ongoing but it is slowly being subdued. The 'voices' in the frequency, or whatever, are being broadcast on have a melodic tone to them. It is a very simple melody though 'they' (Beelzebubbly or the Dead Man) 'swim' through.

It wasn't that noticeable until I revisited the beach trembles in my mind. Plus I came of age during the rave scene so having 'background techno' didn't seem obscure, until it did.

It is rather odd that so many people (see all the threads here alone, let alone twitter) have suddenly experienced 'ringing in their ears'. Why is this? Is it 5G? Well, from what I have fathomed, it is a part of 'Sub-Project Human'. This is a rather recent educated speculation on my part. A segment of my 'Lance listens to them' project. So, there is that. We can say:
Tinnitus
Odd (and shitty/repetitive) tunes.
A target, who was a target for a long time seemingly.
I was 18-19 in Hamilton, in 2018 I was 50.

Sitting in the bunky (cabin) I got edgy. Then the sound became more pronounced, but still 'far, far away'. It was building up. But didn't take prominence until dawn the next day. So, the neighbour (ex-military, cough, cough) kept checking up on me. He was living aside our neighbours POS shack (my ex biz partner) out of a van. He brought me a beer every hour. Then I decided to fiddle with my new 'smart phone'. I made an errant call to someone in the wrong timezone, twice.

Since I was newly moved in and this is 'hippy town' I had the old tenants stuff everywhere. The cabin was only 16x24 (look up postings by 'LanceRosemanfromBC', here). He had a painting of an demonic looking cannabis plant and that was when Isaw the first interloper into my version of 3D. He and his son (I would reckon). They looked at me and walked past. Out of a non-existent door. There were no words.

The silence of the 'demons' (there are a few instances of noises but they were insectoid and shrill) vs the verbosity of them in the next 'Act' is immense. Hence my supposition that they are 'retarded demonic A.I'. They got language from me because, I am a wordy fellow.

So leaving it at that for a bit we have
Tinnitus
Odd (and shitty/repetitive) tunes.
A target, who was a target for a long time seemingly.
Wordless walkbies.
A feeling of 'all eyes upon you'.

4.
Amateur Hour at Beelzebubblies Cabaret
or
The Entity Seemingly Dead Man Behind the Switchboard

Operation: Satan
Project: Beelzebub
Subproject: The Human Project

"Good evening Lance Roseman nice to Meet you" (in a treacly voice in my left ear with a background of stupid sing-song/tick/tock type melody, that drifts in and out)


QUOTE
Tinnitus
Odd (and shitty/repetitive) tunes.
A target, who was a target for a long time seemingly.
Wordless walkbies.
A feeling of 'all eyes upon you'.
END QUOTE (me)

So the night proceeds. As far as adding scenarios goes here is what I have. Remember this only lasted one night. The military guy took me to the ER in the am thinking I had DT's. Which, was a good excuse for the community at large, I guess? Better then 'a nervous breakdown'.

Demons run the planet
Perception is EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING. I think was attacked because of my experience with Christ. It was an activation of sorts. An 'EBS' so to speak.
The sing songs can be relentless and variable. But don't try and memorize them and bring them back or it is a demonic contract. My last song was decent tecno/Celtic/Medieval Danish pub tune.
Those who you think are your friends, probably are but they will warp it them into nefarious agents of the darkness.
They want you to suicide or 'be roasted on a pyre for a holiday BBQ'.
TRying to explain any of this to most will earn you a scoff and a 'go to the Dr.'.

Now, here is where it gets interesting. The particular demon (my background as duy noted is in the Western Mystery Tradition, and a new found Christianity of sorts) sent o me stood outside my window overlooking the main house. He and his buddy were about 6'5"-6'7" and looked like Tusken Raiders ony they had antena. Which the Raiders, lacked. I had opened my window a crack (I seriously, fear nothing) and was pondering them. As they were pondering me. They 'chattered'. Ie. They had insectoidal clicks and buzzes and whirrs that are too high pitched for me to mimic. Ie. Cli Hi! 'bugs'. But that is an aside.

Odd things happened. But it's too long. That was a part I wanted to add to the 'scenarios' bit because as a new Christian (not Churchian), perhaps using the 'fog of demons' is an easy segue into the mind of the target. It didn't work. Nothing has worked since...back when this thread came out. Hence, it has to keep going. ANyhow, that 'demonic overlay' has run through the next 2 'movies'.

RECAP
Tinnitus
Odd (and shitty/repetitive) tunes.
A target, who was a target for a long time seemingly.
Wordless walkbies.
A feeling of 'all eyes upon you'.
'Demons' don Tuskan Raider garb, but have antennae. Insectoidal.
END QUOTE (me)

So the night proceeds. As far as adding scenarios goes here is what I have. Remember this only lasted one night. The military guy took me to the ER in the am thinking I had DT's. Which, was a good excuse for the community at large, I guess? Better then 'a nervous breakdown'.

Demons run the planet
Perception is EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING. I think was attacked because of my experience with Christ. It was an activation of sorts. An 'EBS' so to speak.
The sing songs can be relentless and variable. But don't try and memorize them and bring them back or it is a demonic contract. My last song was decent tecno/Celtic/Medieval Danish pub tune.
END

These are the scenarios/skits/whatevers.

Last Edited by St Tidbits the Odd on 08/19/2022 02:47 AM

You do realise this is going to end up in some half-assed Netflix serial?

Unfortunately I can relate to a lot of your experience. Gave up libations about 35 years ago though.

Tinnitus
24/7 dj good tunes though
We fight the good fight with the unseen for Christ.

Last Edited by Victor Vectors on 08/19/2022 05:32 AM

When the 24/7 music happened in 2020 (I haven't gotten there yet really), it was decent 'enough' techno. May I inquire as to the dating of your experience? According to C. High, we 'entered into the Woo' on September 22nd, 2021, which coincides with my 'full time attack-thing'. WHich ties into the deadman behind the switchboard.

The point being:
They have technology capable of doing anything they want.

Last Edited by ~o00O00oo; ) on 08/21/2022 02:48 AM

Has OP flown off?

Yep! A lot of screenwriters come here for ideas. And also to test their ideas and work out any issues.

It's pretty much moot at this point. If you've been going through this for a long time, who the fuck cares about Netflix and screenwriters?

Fitting, in my instance. Perhaps not everyone's but we do know how Aquino and others fit in.

Thread: anyone alive in 1980's remember the 'Satanic Panic'? THEY WERE RIGHT! more right than we could have ever imagined

I'm going to try and tie this in, it makes sense in my situation. From this thread
Thread: anyone hear about viet nam war night vision goggles picking up entities (Page 3)

None of this technology is God or Christ otherwise we would have been born with no freedom of choice in this reality. It is anti Christ, and anti God. Theft of freedom, choice, and health. Our country is paying a dear price for these assholes. Society is growing sicker and sicker. No wonder people are disengaging with society more and more. Ultimate tool of the entitled.

Oneof my theories is that implants (dental? etc.) can be backdoored by BOTHSIDES of the battle. The tech is neutral, the operators "The Entity a Seemingly Dead Man Behind the Switchboard"
It is the 'operator' that matters. But I'm still working on that. It is always interesting when a 'new talker in the tinnitus' shows up and is NOT caught up in the stupid sing song. Oddly, as has been suggested here and there. The ear matters. The left being the focus of the dark. The right...more neutral at least. But my story is becoming more twisted and 'thick' as it continues on. ANd continuing on is what is happening. WHat sort of 'talking tinnitus/Retarded Demonic/AI' develops 'sinusitis'? Let alone the sneezing I reported awhile back.

Last Edited by St Tidbits the Odd on 08/28/2022 08:01 PM

That’s Celeste.

[link to www.ournewearthnews.com (secure)]

QUOTE
Amazing Polly Revisited: Whole World Could Become Rwanda-Like Zombie Situation!! Electronic Slaughter Technology, Magnetic Vaccine And Zombie Connection
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According to my timeline/frames of reference, the 'Woo' has had a year (come Sept 11th) to slowly erupt into the general consciousness. For me it was the 22nd. When it rips open more, those of us who have been going through it, and came out the otherside, will have to be there for those who collapse out of '?' (insert personal fears/doubts here). The sheer 'so called overwhelmingness of it all'. We shall see I guess.

The instant you came into contact with the Internet it was checkmate.

Yes, it was. But I played to win, and seemingly, have won. So checkmate is correct. Except....

"It's what Happens When 1991 Chessmaster Faces Stockfish 14 NNUE." The internet being Chess Master 1991. Here's the game. Watch from 9 minutes. That is 'their' power. The illusion of distraction.



Is it a 'checkmate' if your opponent freezes and can't make another move, and just runs through recycled 'scenarios' that get shorter everytime because...it loses power when it is not fed.

Last Edited by St Tidbits the Odd on 08/29/2022 08:06 PM

How did you win?
What did you win?
Who did you win over?
What made you a winner?

I edited above.

Beware of wearing a copper bracelet - I got attacked with 110 Volts (via a garbage disposer - (lose wire at switch) - zapped me through copper bracelet)). Hurt bad!

Wear ZERO jewelry.

How to turn it off?

For one, learn how to sleep. Still working on the rest.