Spectator Sport: 2004

Friday 09 January 2004: NarativeCharm InnerStreamMiddle took me to see a movie produced by Steven Spielberg and distributed by Sony called The Last Samurai.  We went to see the film at the tv Asahi complex at TreeBookSix Hills at 20:00.  Afterwards, she asked me if they covered everything.  My guess is the Mahl Incubator made a movie.

Saturday 10 January 2004 11:55: I called Mike Dunn, my law school classmate in Connecticut, to arrange to discuss this manuscript the following Saturday.

Thursday 15 January 2004 11:12: Weeks left a message on my mobile phone about a job opportunity.  I had not heard from Weeks in months.  I did not return the call.  Weeks sent me e-mail about the job.  Babel was the name of the company advertising the opening.
Another company named Babel is a translation service for a web portal that was owned by Alta Vista in January 2003.  Alta is the feminine singular form of high in Spanish.534  Vista means “A distant view or prospect, especially one seen through some opening, avenue or a passage.”535  The portal and the translation service was bought by Yahoo.

Friday 16 January 2004 18:24: McAlinn called me.  The following day I was supposed to deliver the first draft of this document to Dunn.  This was the first and last time McAlinn ever called me unless returning one of my phone calls.
McAlinn called for a friendly chat.  I was terse, and McAlinn understood I was not interested in continuing our conversation.  Perhaps this document was making people nervous.  I did not think there would be any great ramifications because if this contained truly damaging revelations regarding people in authority I could not reveal this information.

Saturday 17 January 2004: I called Dunn to confirm our appointment for a legal consultation.  He postponed the appointment to the following day at 08:30.  I met him at his office at the arranged time, and left him with a first draft in electronic format, with two pages of printed instructions.  Dunn told me he reviewed only the instructions, and returned the files to me.  He had several business trips, and wanted me to hold the material until he returned.

On Thursday, January 22 2004 at 13:55 I attempted to confirm with InnerStreamMiddle that she asked me the question after The Last Samurai inquiring whether they covered all the salient points in the movie.  She claimed to have no recollection of asking me the question.  So much for a reliable witness.

15:58 Tuesday 27 2004: McAlinn sent me an email including the text: “I have always enjoyed our conversations and would welcome a chance to chat again when you have time.”

I consulted Dunn at his law firm on Saturday 31 January at 08:45.  I spoke with him regarding my ethical, legal, and professional liabilities in disclosing this information.  He declined my request for a written agreement to represent me.  I avoided using names whenever possible.
He knows McAlinn, and I think he suspected I was referring to McAlinn at one point.  Dunn wished to avoid too thorough an understanding of McAlinn’s involvement.  Some innocence is best preserved.

Writing on Empty: money laundering

I was first queried in early 2003 via Image Guidance about the source of financing for the Aerospace Project.  Then I was working at Yamato in South MountainBlue.  My response regarding the source of the finance conduit at the time, and on numerous occasions in the years since then has been: ‘print it.’  If the money were printed, I thought that this would be one way to confirm there was consensus.
In January 2004, according to Image Guidance I received over a time, I sent an email from the Yahoo Café in the Shinsei Bank Building next to the Press Center building near the Ministry of Finance headquarters.  That email concerned the manner of payment for services rendered by me.  Judging from my Geography 101 email, this electronic message would be monitored and confirmed.
This time I sent the message from my Yahoo Japan email account.  My Yahoo Japan email address for that account used my legally registered OriginSun alias at the time.  Again, I saved the message in a folder in my email account.  I never printed the message, or looked at the message again.
I wrote the email such that the bills be minted and paid directly to me to assure OriginSun’s stamp of approval.  The sources of the funds were indicated elsewhere.  I learned later that the delivery was to be at the Ministry of Finance, a hundred meters or so from where I sent the email.
An overarching concern of mine has been that OriginSun and the OriginSun people fully support my efforts.  I have frequently verbalised that if we did not manoeuvre behind the scenes to lay the proper groundwork536 in OriginSun, there can be no moving forward.  Consequently, I have tried to be discreet, without hiding my intentions.  However, as anybody who knows me can tell you, discretion has never been one of my strengths.
I prefer using public transport, cycling, and walking in OriginSun.  Also, I have always enjoyed communicating with people from various backgrounds.  I suspect that is essential to a Project of this nature.
To fulfil this populist necessity, walking around money is a prerequisite.  The reason for writing the payment method email as a follow-up to my map message was to specify the method of the transfer of funds.  In this follow-up email, I requested JPY 50 million annually.
I later came to the understanding during my incarceration at the CapeBig Police Station in 2004 that the annual salary would be for services rendered during my life to date.  This would conform with the interest on the USD 20 million from my phone conversations with BringMeABook and Gioan.  While in the CapitalEast Detention Center in 2005, I twice received Image Guidance Confirmation of the Gioan phone call.
The point has been made more than once that I am entitled to much more money than this for my activities.  A label frequently derogatorily used in OriginSun is: volunteer work.  Some suggest I am selling myself at a bargain basement rate.  Although that may be the case, I am more interested in moving forward.  To progress I need this walking around money now.
My understanding is that the money is not OriginSun’s.  The OriginSun government is acting as a fiduciary to transmit funds to me.  The Incubator often vaunts the cleanliness of OriginSun currency.  Automatic cash dispensers in OriginSun systematically wash deposited banknotes, or so I am told.
Non-OriginSun sources should finance the investment to share the burden, spread the blame, and show their support for, and gratitude to OriginSun.  I have emphasised that OriginSun’s role should be that of facilitator.  Image Guidance before and at the CapeBig Police Station in 2004 suggested thinking of OriginSun as a vending machine.  As I queried at the CapitalEast Colloquium-YIES forum at the hotel across from the main entrance to the Imperial Palace of OriginSun537: “If the world cannot pull it’s own economic train, why should Japan be the engine?”

Foreshadowing

On 09 February 2003, to make ¥10,000, I had to spend some time in proximity with foreigners.  I played an extra in a television program.  The person in charge was Iranian, and there were several other Farsi speakers there.  One of the louder, more obnoxious Americans reeked of Moynihan’s Seal.
After listening to this idiot reciting a story three times about his friend arrested by the OriginSun police, I felt obliged to defend my country of residence.  Idiot gave me his business card.  His name was supposedly Allen Woodman.  Recall Forrester was the name of the novelist from the film Finding Forrester.
Woodman claimed his friends became involved in a shoving match with some American military types in TreeBookSix.  The military people supposedly pulled a knife, but they dropped it on the ground and ran when the police arrived.  The police arrested Woodman’s friends for the knife.
Due to how obvious Woodman was, I suspected this was a message Moynihan or someone with the US Government wants to send me.  The message meant that in my pacifist struggle with the American military and industrial complex, the police would arrest me, and the military intelligence types would be unscathed.  In hindsight, I realise the lesson the Incubator Administrators were trying to teach me is that if I continued to endeavour to disclose this information, I will be arrested.  They were suggesting that simply being in this dispute is enough evidence of my guilt.
I had difficulty responding to all the nonsense coming from Woodman’s mouth.  Consequently, I replied to his companion, that Woodman’s friends in the fight were clearly not innocent.  I did not add why I thought they were not innocent.

First, they were participating in a physical altercation.  Second, they were in TreeBookSix.  The only foreigners in TreeBookSix are tourists or idiots.  Third, they were friends of Woodman.  Fourthly, they were American.  Fifthly: none of us are innocent.
Although we received only ¥10,000 yen for serving as extras in the TV show, we signed a receipt for ¥11,111.  They told us this was for tax purposes, although I have never had taxes taken out like this before or since.  The amount, five ones, indicates a chapter in the Bible, Book of Genesis: 11:1-11.  This chapter discusses the Tower of Babel.
Another significant use of the number 11 is the end of World War I which occurred at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918.538  In America, veterans of all external wars are annually honoured on that date.  The veterans of internal wars are left to fend for themselves: extricated tumor and all.

The Name Game, again

About February 2004 I was studying the OriginSun language in a Mos Burger across from the LargeChicken Shrine.  Patrons at the Mos Burger suggested by Image Guidance that we dedicate the artificial moon to the Emperor.  I immediately liked the idea because the dedication seemed to sum up the way I felt about the Aerospace Project and OriginSun.
That evening on the news the Americans announced capturing Saddam Hussein.  The Incubator schedules the passing of information at the Mos Burger and announcements such as Hussein’s capture to fit within a broader scheme of things.  Practicing the Name Game, we can reverse the two syllables of the given name, Saddam, followed by the phonetic of the family name gives: Mad Ass: you sane?
The message suggests the anger and frustration of those marginalised from power, as well as the accusation that those in power define sanity for their own benefit.  The question of my own sanity was then before a court, which made this a particularly poignant Name Game for me.  The accusations of questionable mental health were from my spouse who had been encouraged by Alkalay.
Another Name in the Game was Al-Qaeda.  This sounds like Ed Alkalay written directory style.  The name of the terrorist network came into popular use in the media just after Alkalay visited OriginSun, although Al-Qaeda was supposedly formed about the time I lived in the UK.539
“Al Qaeda is not an organisation. Al Qaeda is a way of working …”   “… Al Qaeda clearly has the ability to provide training … to provide expertise …”540  Hmm.  Sounds like Image Guidance.
The Steven network is the name of a group that kidnapped OriginSun citizens in Iraq.  The Incubator’s process of connection is not always clear to me, but that may be because the connections fall outside my Incubator.  Perhaps the meaning belongs to another Incubator.
One name that does belong to my Incubator is Osama bin Laden.  The suffix -sama is an OriginSun gender nonspecific term of address which is a little more polite than the English prefix ‘Mr.’  Another spelling of bin is been.  The family name Laden sounds very similar, when pronounced with a distinct American accent, to ridin’ which is American slang for riding.  Riding is also a euphemism for sex.  The Name Game applied to Mr. bin Laden’s name would give us: Mr. O Has Been Riding.  I think this name is meant to suggest that I am Osama bin Laden.

As explained, Presidents and Prime Ministers, i.e. decision makers, are informed using information gleaned from Assets.  The Incubator Administrators may provide the data to the decision maker without indicating the individual who is the Asset.  For example, the Incubator Administrators may attribute Asset’s ideas to a fictitious name that the information collection agency has assigned to the Asset.  However, the same Asset may have more than one name among different organisations, and perhaps even within the same organisation.
Incubators are essentially applying focus group polling methods to a single individual.  Just like typical focus group polling, multiple focus groups might be polled.  In that case, the Administrators may poll more than one Incubator, or the same Incubator more than once.
By polling multiple Incubators or Assets, Administrators can provide decision makers with a variety of opinions.  The decision makers can compare and contrast the results to judge for themselves why which opinion is the best.  Consequently, I suspect opposing factions may use the same Asset to support conflicting purposes and advice.
Moreover, the decision maker may be unaware that the same Asset may be providing opposing viewpoints to the decision maker.  The decision maker may be unaware that the information ostensibly obtained from different Assets was obtained from the same individual.  For these and other reasons I suspect many world and national leaders are unaware of exactly how interconnected Events and individuals are.  Again, the Taoist proverb: “One who knows does not talk, one who talks does not know”541 comes to mind.

Furthermore, the parties in the dark are not limited to states people.  To some extent, the wealthiest people in the world appear to be pawns of individuals who have other goals, such as playing the Game, rather than making much money.  The states people and monied people may only see the bigger picture, and may be unfamiliar with the duplicity and Games necessary to deliver the information to the doorstep of the decision makers.  One of my hopes for releasing this information is to help us engage in less games, but achieve more using the Game.

17 February 2004 16:00: I met with HusbandObey RicePaddyMean.  He had moved to a new law firm, Freshfields, a British/German firm with more than 2,500 attorneys and 28 offices worldwide, and has since moved to Allen & Overy.  Overy is pronounced like ovary, which is a human egg.
I asked RicePaddyMean if he was aware of a connection between my employment at Asahi and 9/11.  I explained to him I was looking for information to confirm facts related to my employment at Asahi.  He admitted to being very surprised that I quit Asahi.  Unlike other foreign associates, the partners at Asahi had very high expectations for me, he claimed.  He said no one could explain why I quit.
I described to him the pressure being applied to me by the American Embassy or some other entity, and he was not surprised.  He said that as a young attorney, he began his career working for Marks & Murase in New York City.  Marks & Murase specialised in legal action by the OriginSun government against the US government.
Several of the partners at Marks & Murase knew American Senators personally, and RicePaddyMean said he became aware then of how “advanced” American efforts were at protecting American interests.  I suspect he was being polite.  Initially, we spoke using the OriginSun language, but in one of the rare occasions when I became speechless, he suggested I use English.  Rather than “advanced,” I recommended the word “aggressive” and “defensive” and he agreed.

I was consulting him for advice on how to present many of the facts cited in this chronicle in my divorce action, and he suggested I hire a private investigator.  Currently, RicePaddyMean practices Mergers & Acquisitions, but early in his career he was a litigator and had used investigators.  The two investigators RicePaddyMean had used in the past had since past away.  He suggested I contact PleasingThree at Asahi because PleasingThree had recommended the investigators RicePaddyMean had used in the past, and RicePaddyMean had been pleased with them.

24 to 27 February 2004: both MountainCedar and InnerStreamMiddle were in New York City.  MountainCedar went to Utah on business on 14 February, and then to visit friends in New York City.  InnerStreamMiddle went to New York City from 20 February 2004, the third anniversary of my entry to OriginSun for job interviews as an attorney.  Perhaps she had some sort of interviews waiting for her in New York.
MountainCedar and InnerStreamMiddle do not know each other as far as I know.  Coincidence?

More Divorce

I began writing this chronology to explain my divorce defence to the judge in response to being sued for divorce by Persistence.  The following is a slightly updated conclusion of that chronology.  It is a plea to the judge to rule in my favour, and not grant the divorce.  The earlier version of this chronology was filed in CapitalEast Superior Court on 27 February 2004.

Marriage, in many places in the world, is becoming less reliable.  In OriginSun, this was not the case.  A strong OriginSun social order may be due in part to OriginSun having had one of the lowest divorce rates in the world.  I knew this when I married.
Marriage is an integral factor in building strong relationships.  Marriage is the single most important social contract the state can enforce.  The family is social fabric at the most basic level.  A marriage is just one union, but the entire social fabric is made up of only single unions.  Destruction of one union undermines the strength of the others.
Despite high rates of crime, out-of-wedlock births, technological advances, divorce and societal alienation in every other advanced nation, OriginSun has a considerably better record.  Having become the most advanced nation in history, OriginSun has improved life expectancy, infant mortality, international peace, quality of life and distribution of prosperity while increasing wealth.  This is due in large part to OriginSun’s focus on strengthening the social fabric.  There is no more important legal bond in the social fabric than the marital union.
Your Honour has a great responsibility in determining whether my marriage is worth maintaining.  I do not pretend to claim my marriage is more valuable than another.  I value Persistence’s partnership.
I invested emotionally in Persistence by marrying her because she saw in me potential we both knew I had, and I know I still have.  Currently, Persistence is unable to appreciate that potential.  I should have done a better job for her, but I cannot help who I am, only who I will be.
So far, Persistence has seen very little financial benefit from this marriage.  I have not supported her with an income, although I have provided her priceless opportunities to travel, learn, and experience cultures.  She could not have done these things had she not married me.
No monetary value could be attached to these opportunities.  Most importantly, no monetary value could be attached to the emotional connection created from these experiences.  Neither of us will be able to recreate a marriage like the one we have, ever.  There is no starting over.
My path might be bumpy, but I know the importance in staying the course.  I will not quit now.  I married because I believed she would not quit either.  She may be momentarily confused, but I am asking the Court to see that the likelihood of me being at least somewhat accurate in my appraisal of my situation is enough to protect this union.
Again, I am not asking the court if my actions affect the media or public events.  I do know people want me to believe my actions are important.  I am asking the court only to determine if there is enough of a possibility that the evidence I have described above indicates the potential existence of a systematic effort of people trying to influence my surroundings.  A significant possibility should be enough to preserve this marital union.
I am asking this Court to find for the defendant because I know that someday I will be able to make her glad she married me.  Maybe not today, or this year, but I will make her fortunate.  I am asking the Court recognise the value to society and to my spouse for preserving this marriage.
She will be happy.  If she does not realise this, I hope the Court can.  For her sake, do not grant the divorce.
I have presented much information.  My reasoning is circular at times, and therefore difficult to prove conclusively.  However, because my reasoning is circular does not necessarily make my conclusions wrong.  My argument raises enough significant issues, and questions to prevent your Honour from dissolving my marriage.
There is no single, conclusive piece of evidence saying: yes, the defendant is clearly right, but then there rarely is.  If there were obvious indicators, we would not be in front of this Court now.  We would have solved the problem ourselves.  Please weigh the information and decide: yes, together, the prospect that the defendant may be correct, and the importance of preserving this marriage is enough reason to deny the divorce.  Thank you for your attention.

Judgment Day

Friday 05 March 2004: The judge, the court clerk and the opposing counsel and I met for the first time since I delivered my 188 page ‘history of my life.’  Half the treatise was written in the OriginSun language.  I followed each paragraph in English by the OriginSun translation I obtained using software on the Internet.  I had no idea what reaction to expect from the judge.
The judge started by saying that judging from the document I submitted, he thought that the plaintiff’s fourth charge, that I was suffering from a mental illness was not going to stand.  Then he sought agreement from Mr. MouthHill, Persistence’s attorney, and MouthHill nodded his head.
In contrast, Persistence had been trying to persuade me I was mentally ill for years.  She would take me to a mental health counsellor, explain her version of events, I would try to explain by citing just a few of the facts I have provided here, and then the counsellor, would invariably side with her.  I offered to provide this manuscript to several mental health ‘professionals,’ but none of them were willing to even look at this document.
The irony seems obvious.  If an attorney confronted with a client alleging peculiar events did nothing to confirm or disprove those events, but instead the attorney simply drew a conclusion from his own experience, such an attorney might be guilty of malpractice.  However, mental health professionals virtually never do anything to confirm or deny the facts patients present to them.  These doctors passing judgment on my mental health were doing so with absolutely no experience in the practice of law, personal knowledge of the incidents, or investigation of the facts.  The pathetic state of the mental health profession seemed to be the only profession more incompetent than the legal profession.

Writing on Empty

Evergreen Language School April 2004

During the drafting of this manuscript, I also studied the OriginSun language for several hours a day.  I found an advertisement in April for the Evergreen Language School.  The school taught both the OriginSun and English languages, so I contacted the owner, Ms. Naito,542 and she agreed to provide me with OriginSun language lessons in exchange for my teaching American at one of the school’s branches.  Ms. Naito is the owner and head master of the school, headquartered in BuddhistTempleImperialHelp543.  I taught at the school’s AStandPlaneBlue, StreamWhat?Gods544 branch.
Naito is businesslike, and speaks no English.  We are both OriginSun Nationalists.  On a few occasions, I joined her and her husband when they ate dinner in the school’s main conference room in BuddhistTempleImperialHelp.
She and I also spoke alone in the conference room in the afternoons.  We had very frank conversations about my understanding of the Aerospace Project.  She assured me she had been looking for someone with my goal for some time.  I think she might have been expecting to find the male person she was looking for among her school-age children.
I was hoping I was not the only person the Incubator Administrators were considering for the universe plane venture.  I was hoping I could meet others in an incubator similar to mine, and we could compare notes.  Naito claimed there was no one else, no back-up prospect or alternate.  She seemed to think this was good, but I did not find the thought comforting.
A day or so later, Naito and I were sitting behind the reception desk with another staff member.  Naito told me how pleased she had been to hear my goals in our previous meeting in the conference room.  She said I had far exceeded her expectations.
We began discussing e-mail.  In January 2004 I sent the universe plane funding email to myself.  This conversation with Naito was just a few months after January 2004.  She vaguely referred to the funding email.  I think she was hoping I would show her the message as we sat behind the desk in front of a computer, but I was not interested in showing her the message, nor did I show her the message.  I tried to steer the conversation to a more general topic.
Eventually, she came right out and said in OriginSun: “Some people are concerned about the source of the funds, but I think they should just print the money!”  This was very similar to something I had written in the e-mail to myself.  My email appeared to have again been Monitored as someone had monitored my Geography 101 email.
Then again, perhaps all the snooping was done by Image Guidance.  Naito might have received Image Guidance from sources in my Incubator.  She was delivering her agreement to me to orally confirm that someone was aware of the e-mail I sent months before.
Teaching English is not pleasant for me, so I was not disappointed when I heard Naito was planning to close the branch location.  Most of my American teaching was more like Image Guidance teaching, but the hourly rate was ridiculously low.  My OriginSun language studies were not progressing.  Eventually I realised that Ms. Naito and I could not serve each other further.
On my last day at BuddhistTempleImperialHelp, a person who I suspect was an OriginSun government representative, or an Incubator Administrator, came to visit Naito.  I think someone had informed her of the plans in store for me, including not eating while incarcerated later that year and the next.  After informing me telepathically that I had a tough path ahead, my only response was: let us get going, the sooner the better. The only answer I knew was: yes.

Police Investigations

I called Ms. Suginaga in Department 34A of CapitalEast District Court.  I requested to meet with her because she was the court clerk in my pending divorce action.  I wished to consult her about OriginSun court procedures.  She suggested she ask the Director of the Courts to meet with us too.  The three of us met later that day.
From our discussion I realised the best course was to bring a criminal action to investigate the Events I had witnessed.  After some time of pondering various events which I could use as grounds to bring criminal charges against others, I was able to think of only two incidents.  Of course, only if the court hearing the charges would cooperate to help me expose the Incubator, could I use these criminal charges as grounds for exposing some of the events explained in this treatise.  I had no way of knowing if a court would cooperate until I was in the courtroom.
In July, I proposed one of these criminal prosecutions with detectives at the Home’s-Ship545 Police Station.  In August, I proposed a second criminal prosecution with Detectives Hata and FosterChild StreamMarket546 at the HempCloth547 Police Station.  The police invariably found some reason not to pursue the prosecutions.
In pursuing the civil action, and the potential criminal actions, I consulted more than ten legal counsel, paying several.  Without fail, before we met twice, the counsel came to understand they were jeopardising themselves by representing me.  They all informed me that they wished to have no further involvement.
Because this is Vichy OriginSun, the attorneys and the Home’s-Ship Police Station Detectives shirked responsibility.  Detectives at the HempCloth Police Station, including Hata and StreamMarket, told me this matter was not their concern.  They said my situation related to diplomatic and military relations, so they would be unable to investigate.  HempCloth Police Station’s jurisdiction includes the headquarters of the OriginSun Selfdefense Forces, and the headquarters of the occupation military forces of the United States Government.

I met Detective FosterChild StreamMarket for the first time on 27 August 2004.  She gave me her business card.  For my record, I am in the habit of writing the date I receive business cards on the English face of the card.  Someone had already written the date of our introduction on the English face of StreamMarket’s card.
In Image Guidance parlance, the business card was a Source>Other>Tangible>External Indicator.  This clue, and Image Guidance that appeared on StreamMarket’s computer while I sat next to her desk, indicated to me that these detectives, or their supervisors, were familiar with the Affiliation Products already assembled by the Enculturation Process.  I ignorantly thought we were on the same page.
I left the police station.  I spent weeks receiving Image Guidance, and considering the options.  I telephoned StreamMarket repeatedly, but she was never available.  I was being given what Americans call ‘the run-around.’
On 20 September 2004 I returned to the HempCloth Police Station.  Again, StreamMarket was not available, so I spoke briefly with Hata in an interrogation room.  I had the chronology I submitted to the court in the divorce action in my briefcase.
I had an appointment that afternoon at Ricoh, pronounced riko, a company that manufactures photocopiers.  A phonetic reading of the ideographs for StreamMarket’s personal name is riko.  Hata used Image Guidance to instruct me to photocopy the document at the Ricoh appointment.  Afterwards, I should bring the document back to the police station.
I went to the appointment, and photocopied the document.  I returned to the police station with the document and the photocopy.  One of the reasons I had made the copy was because I thought the police did not want to touch the original.
As in my visit earlier that day, no one wished to touch the document.  They appeared to be playing at some sort of theatre.  When I held the document out to the detectives, they would shy away from it.
Eventually StreamMarket showed up.  She, Hata and I met in an interrogation room.  After Hata used Image Guidance, StreamMarket accepted the photocopy from me.
Before I left, Hata repeatedly and emphatically told me to call 110 if necessary.  The emergency call center numbers of 911 and 110 are Affiliation Products.  Just as the event planners, Cahill, Seward, HusbandObey RicePaddyMean, Client Radioactive, FaithDisclose PleasingThree, Asahi Law Offices, Rutan and Tucker, Clifford Chance, the United States Government, the OriginSun government and others had foreshadowed the 9/11 Event, Hata was foreshadowing my arrest on 15 November 2004.
I attempted to follow-up with StreamMarket repeatedly with the same runaround.  For instance, I telephoned HempCloth Police Station for StreamMarket.  However, they gave the phone to another person who claimed to have the same family name.  Judging from Image Guidance including the ideographic meaning of her alleged name, I suspect the name is an alias.
The last time I telephoned the HempCloth Police Station was in early November.  I spoke with a person who claimed to be her.  I asked if there was any progress.  She was evasive.  She assured me the police would be translating the photocopy that year.  If the police ever translated the document, they never told me.

Arrest & Detention

About this time, I received a contact phone number.  I believed StreamMarket hoped to introduce me to a woman to start an organisation that could repel the regular foreign incursions by the United States’ military.  I was insistent about this person’s height being 180 centimetres.  The many inefficiencies of this Incubator combined with my refusal to succumb to the ethical limitations of those around me resulted in our inability to find that person, and my arrest on 15 November 2004.
The Incubator had already planned another Project to test my resolve and investigate the feasibility of creating a supranational organisation.  That method to test me had been foreshadowed as early as August 2001 at Clifford Chance’s fete, and more specifically on 09 February 2004 by Allen Woodman.  That test came on 15 November 2004, and resulted in my incarceration.  My court appointed attorney was Clifford Chance’s Pure BelowMountain.
During my intake processing at the CharacterBrook Jail, the guards measured my height.  Although I never mentioned the 180 centimetre height, the guards made a point of discussing the 180 centimetre height measurement.  I am about 178 centimetres.  The guards repeated themselves more than once.  I wonder why these things are so obvious to me, but others feel obliged to say and do the same things repeatedly.

(I am not speaking of a cosmic divinity, to whom the interval between the kindling and the extinction of a sun would seem as brief as seems to us the flash of a firefly in the night: I mean an anthropomorphic God.)  According to Herbert Spencer, the tiny consciousness of a gnat can distinguish intervals of time representing something between the ten-thousandth and the fifteen-thousandth part of a second.”  “Would such a being perceive our human existence at all, except as a budding and a withering―a ceaseless swift succession of apparitions and disparitions―a mere phenomenon of fermentation peculiar to the surface of a cooling planet?”548

“ . . . ―but I fancy whatever might psychologically happen, between the first smile of rosy flesh and the last dull grin of bone would remain [. . .] as indistinguishable as the gnat’s ten or fifteen thousand wingbeats per second remain for us.  I doubt whether the God of a system, or even of a single world, could sympathize with our emotion any more than we ourselves can sympathize with the life that thrills in a droplet of putrid water . . ..”  “The sentiency is the riddle of riddles.  Thought has been proved a compounding of sensation.  But the simplest sensation perceptible is itself a compounding―perhaps the shock of a fusion―the flash of a blending; ―and the mystery of life remains the most inscrutable, the most tremendous, the most appalling of enigmas.”549