That chip thing again

Ai have experimented a bit, the latter days. A bit joyfully so, since aI got it, God given. Satan is really insane, and insane evil is a bit terrible to cope with. And by now aI believe my body is perforated with chips. Ai don’t think they are big.

The thing is, that when an energy is made to pass through the chip, it gets confused, so to speak. It is made to receive energy. So, if a source is put on one side, and a reception is put on the other, that chip will freeze, and blow up if the energy is persistent, or strong enough. Magnets will do. Chips in the teeth, aI believe, are hard to get. Ai believe the tooth isolates it. If walking on a railroad track, though, or a tram track, with wires and dead tracks, any chip in the body will be destroyed, aI think. The energy is not strong, in between those two. Relatively, though, it is. And energy is energy. It is not like FM signals, which goes in different wave lengths. Energy will be identified by speed of the electrons, aI believe. So, the receiver will not take alle kinds of speed. All kinds of energy is, though, authoritative to it.

And aI have experimented, a bit. Old electric ovens had those pins in panel which glowed. That is an open source. And the antenna of a portable DAB radio is a receiver. And it worked. And a modern oven, with ceramic top, is produced with glowing heat. That is a source. And a modern flashlight is a source. And that antenna of the portable DAB radio functioned as a receiver, and all seemed to work. The most effective, though, and the most simple, is a cell phone and loudspeakers connected to it by bluetooth. Of course, any bluetooth connection will do. Bluetooth is energy. So, there is a reason why the bluetooth function of my PC and my cell phone both for a long time was sabotaged. Ai think Satan ended sabotaging that bluetooth connection since aI had that bluetooth connected loudspeaker ahead of me, behind the PC, and since those chips hidden in teeth or between bones needs time to get. Ai think, though, bluetooth will kill any chip placed in the middle, if persistent about it.

Another thing aI have an idea of, is that there is a device signalling, or even reading, those chips, and maybe those devices are permanently locked to the chip if an energy goes through the chip. That is a crazy idea. It is a bit comforting to think of, though, that if so is, and you can kill that device by making a discharging, as by a lamp turning off or on, or by a flash from your cell phone, and you are in control.

Chips in tooth

Earlier, today, aI suggested a small magnet would have a devastating effect on chips in the body. And aI believe aI have had several chips in my teeth. Now aI have tried two magnets, one on each side of the tooth aI was suspicious to. And my experience is that it works as killing, since the need to scratch myself disappears. Ai even noticed one (of two) magnets changed charge, so that it avoided the other magnet. Usually those magnets will stick together. That was when aI used the magnets on a bridge, as we call it in Norwegian, that is two artificial teeth put on the remains of real teeth. Ai hold the magnets, of the type you put on refrigerators, and the like, for a minute, or two by the teeth.

Electronic torture

Ai believe such electronic torture, giving headache and vision disturbance, to some extent, is not by radio waves. Ai believe it must be by some kind of energy, and aI believe DAB is that kind of energy. Ai believe the energy of DAB is not dangerous, since not concentrated. In a house, though, aI believe that energy can be made intense. And what God gave me, was to turn on the DAB radio, the portable one, with antenna. That distracted the energy, aI believe, thinking it worked somewhat like a magnet, even if the sound was turned to zero. Still aI had some headache, thou, and what God gave, was to turn om my electric oven, the portable one, with glowing pins in it. Ai believe that made a short circuit in the device, in the machine, giving the energy, in the surrounding it was directed to. Still, the headache came back, in waves, so to speak. And aI thought the device must have been customized with a fuse, which one could change, or switch back. What God gave me then, was to put on, or off, a lamp. Ai believe the inducing made by the radio (with antenna) and the electric oven (with the glowing pins) on the energy made a hold on. And when the energy field in the apartment by putting on or off a lamp was changed, a wave was sent back to the device, which destroyed it. My experience was that the headache immediately turned off. It came back, though, several times, which told me there must have been many devices pointing to my apartment.

The energy we speak of is not dangerous. It is weak. In a definite place, directed to it, it can be bad, though, aI believe, since the brain is quite vulnerable.

Chip injected

Ai believe aI had a chip injected, the other day, in my elbow. It is possible, since aI am hypnotized. And aI believe it was hidden between bones. And obviously, by it, the victim can be given headache. Whatever else, aI don’t know. Ai have had a headache, today. And aI tried a magnet. You know, of the kind you can put on the refrigerator. Ai believe there are stronger magnets. And aI don’t know if that is worth trying. And there was not any obvious electronic reaction. There was not binding, as aI saw it. There was, though, a certain tension visible in a vein of the arm. And the headache seems to be vanishing. Ai believe a magnet short circuits that chip.

First letter home

Today, aI have cleaned three pieces of window, and aI have cleaned the floor of my little hall. With chlorine-/soap- spray together with water, in fact, after yesterdays attack, and it smells nice. The washing machine is continuously running, and yesterdays laundry aI wash twice, with pre-washes, and aI intend to wash my curtains. It will be nice. It is just a matter of time before people will be comfortable, here.

Ai am reluctant to pick up the painting my mother made, delivered somewhere for re-framing. God knows what might be in it, and God knows how it may look like. In fact, aI believe aI never will.

The sun is shining, it is a splendid winter weather, delivered my March, and a believe aI will go for a walk. Life is good. (Has not someone used that expression? )

The name Vaccinius

Ai asked God, once, in my silent mind, a few years after the millennium, just before aI took the name Andres Fred, to give me a name which was below His. It was at the time aI entertained by looking at the sun, without shield. And some years later, God gave me Vaccinius. Vaccinius is, though, a trademark, in Norwegian, as Vaksinius®. Ai registered the trademark in February 2011, according to the papers me at hand. And aI feel the trademark is destroyed. It is destroyed by the corruption of my poems, by the continuous changing of my music, by the ridiculing of my drawings, and by the stealing of my expressions of wisdom.

Ai don’t know what that trademark could be worth. Ai am the creative artist of all times. And making up the Girl? Anyhow, when thinking about it rationally, lissom, the music of mine cannot be disputed. The wisdom shown, of mine, is so that it is evident. So, anyone would say, “correct”. The drawings of mine are signed. So, the problem is the poetry. And you know, that is really a nuisance. Ai am that “Girl”, and she is that muse, and she is that poetry. Ai am totally controlled, and aI am hypnotized. And Satan steals without shame. In the Bible it says, though, and aI believe this to be true, God is jealous. Ai believe, whatever the situation is right now, aI will be credited, as by God, without doubt. So, sober as aI am, sitting here drinking cognac, aI think aI will stand my ground.

Realistic about it

You know, aI am hypnotized, so there is not all which aI am aware of. And obviously, there are people surrounding me which aI am not aware of. Ai may see shadows, though (we have a word for doing so in Norwegian), and aI may feel people in my presence which aI don’t see. And now, aI believe, we have won a Rumener, and a Norwegian, of the not so fortunate one’s. Of those living on the street. And that is not so bad? Ai mean, who is judging? Praise be the Lord. The idiots, and you have no idea of how aI hate those beings, not got a chance.