Street theater is a typical tactic used in Zersetzung, as taught to the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) by its early advisor, Markus Wolf, who formerly headed the Ministerium für Staatssicherheit (STASI).
The enemy, using mind control on unwitting participants, or their own agents, who are likewise subject to mind control, arranges events around a targeted individual in order to attack that person.
You can read about it not only in the seven hundred articles available, for free, on this website, which has almost three million (3,000,000) hits, while it draws serious traffic from the deep state, but also in my three books, which have more than one hundred thousand (100,000) downloads, as they tell the amazing story of my life.
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On one occasion, they moved the granddaughter of a Nazi cyberneticist, who was my schoolmate, six thousand (6,000) miles so we could bump into each other in her family’s homeland of Austria.
Later, they put her lookalike in Playboy Magazine, while we both attended the same college as her cousin, Lady Rothschild.
This was one of more than twelve incidents where the enemy put a woman in Playboy, just for me, while, before the internet, mind control was commonly exercised through magazines.
Often an image, or a message, is put on the internet, while this is keyed to an event in my life.
You can notice the same thing in your own experience, when a song suddenly plays on the radio, a split second after you thought of it, so it might connect to your life.
And it also happens when you receive pop-ups, or email solicitations, in connection with whatever you’ve been thinking of—whether it’s buying new shoes, or visiting a restaurant, or eating a pizza, or whatever.
It’s all about spotting coincidences, and set-ups, so you understand the enemy’s technology, the enemy’s tactics, and the enemy’s use of staging grounds.
Bars are a common setting, where you need to be very careful that they do not fix your drink.
I never go to bars, since I’ve been lifted from more than one, into safe houses—not to mention that even the best saloons are full of losers and the enemy burned down the only one I ever visited, at my local bistro, on the edge of the fox-hunting country.
Still, on the one occasion when I let my guard down, while travelling in the mountains, I ran into a deep state character, at a local brewery, where I almost got into a potentially lethal quarrel that might have resulted in my arrest.
Other occasions have been less dramatic, as the enemy sent person after person into my local sauna.
Most of them were women, who had no idea what was going on, while one is married to a local officer in the Department of Homeland Security.
He is a muscle-bound homosexual, who pimps his wife, and his children, while the two just happened to show up at the town park, miles from their house, where they had no business, so I bumped into them, in the community garden, just as I met my classmate thousands of miles from where she belonged, by accident, in the Vienna Train Station.
Like the community garden, the sauna was used, again and again, against me, so the enemy failed again and again, while they continued to tell disgusting lies about what was really happening.
That was until they drove me from the sauna, through street theater, so I filed a police report against the gym, and was told not to return, just as I picked a quarrel with an old friend at the bar they burned, and rebuilt, never to return, and just as I resigned from the garden, because of their stupid games, so I can do my gardening exclusively in my own back yard without leaving my property.
Again and again, they destroy their agents, their weapons, and their staging grounds.
Again and again, they destroy their agents, their weapons, and their staging grounds.
And, again and again, they destroy their agents, their weapons, and their staging grounds.
So, as they spiral downwards, in addiction, I become stronger and stronger, and they become weaker and weaker, while they destroy each other.
They provide me with an endless stream of easy opportunities to make them hurt each other so much more than would ordinarily happen.
The pathetic homosexual weaklings violate the orifices of their coworkers, as do their whores and dominatrices, under normal circumstances, but especially, now, with me in the mix, because, through my simple actions, I can make the disgusting losers go to town on each other’s bodies.
It’s because they fail to heed the immortal wisdom of Kenny Rogers in his song, “The Gambler,” which I ask you to sing with me, because they are watching you, and it will enrage the little victims, thereby causing these criminals to hurt each other, more, extra, and worse than usual.
As we laugh at the self-destructive morons, who are caught in a form of gambling addiction, the important part of the song goes like this.
You gotta know when to hold ‘em
Know when to fold ‘em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run.
And, if you don’t believe this has a real effect on these perverted imbeciles, just read my article below on another encounter that led to very real traffic on this website as it played out in the sauna.
Another time they sent a couple all the way from France to show up in my sauna.
And this was paired with the appearance of a bottle of wine, in my house, connecting to a local farmer.
Another time they arranged a local bicycle event, featuring my neighbors on the cover of a local magazine.
If something doesn’t work, and it hurts them, these expendable losers do it again and again, and again some more, because that is the nature of addiction.
This involves not only the creation of television shows, magazine articles, and local events just for me, but there is so much more.
And so, as I destroy them, and I laugh, they continue to tell lies, and to destroy each other, as we meet, through eternal return, or eternal recurrence, in an endless series of Groundhog Days.
They were doing this stuff forty years ago, in my community, while they never learn their lesson, copying after losers who were killed and tortured before the present generation of scum were even born, as I rejoice in our encounters.
It’s no surprize since I live in a community that is riddled with satanic mind control, as this connects to the DuPont Family.
This extends to the neighboring village of Centreville in the heart of DuPont Country.
This extends to the neighboring town of Kennett in the heart of DuPont Country.
And this extends to the neighboring chateau of Longwood in the heart of DuPont Country.
So, just as they arranged the line-up of a famous band, with a concert next to the college where I taught last year, today they arranged a free concert of what used to be my favorite music, at Longwood Gardens.
Fifteen years ago, there was fantastic flamenco music, and dancing, on a regular basis, at this venue, while tickets cost extra, in addition to membership, but it disappeared for more than a decade until, today, it suddenly appeared, for free, as it connected to otherwise expensive activities.
Watch the video above, and the one below, of the music I used to love, which they destroyed, and ask yourself whether this is something you have ever encountered, or would ever encounter, in our country, on a random basis.
There is no such thing as coincidence, while this concert, at a deep state locale, surrounded by suggestion, was plainly enemy action.
I encountered the free concert, as I walked at the gardens, while this morning I encountered a man at my hairdresser who was talking up the newly opened restaurant, at the gardens, so I had an easy two hours during which I could have walked down the stairs to the restaurant, gotten drunk over an expensive lunch, and walked back upstairs to enjoy a fantastic show.
While they arranged this concert as bait for me, to draw money from my pocket, to make me gain weight, and to put who knows what woman in the chair next to mine, they proceeded, as they always do, to rape my anus, my penis, and my perineum with directed energy weapons.
Meanwhile, as they always do, destroying their weapons, which used to work, they proceeded likewise to use voice-to-skull, and cybernetics, to say foul words, and tell lies, speaking jibberish, while they tried to drive me into the expensive restaurant, and the expensive bar, as a prelude to the free concert.
This is what they do on a regular basis when I simply try to watch flamenco dancing on the internet, as they drive me to productivity, so it’s impossible to watch this stuff, anyway, under any circumstances.
They have worked tirelessly, as they torture each other, for years, so that the music and dancing that I once enjoyed have now, even on their own, become ridiculous and disgusting to me, but, of course, they lie as they believe they have a weapon that controls my thoughts, my feelings, and my actions.
So, naturally, they were surprized when I spotted their move, laughed at them, continued my walk outdoors before I returned to my home, five minutes away, to write this article, while, meanwhile, they lie, and pretend that they have won, as they went to all this trouble, and lost, so instead of eating an expensive and fattening lunch, accompanied by alcohol, as I would have done many years ago, before they deliberately woke me up, and I brought a one-billion-dollar lawsuit against them, published seven hundred articles with almost three million hits, and wrote three books with more than one hundred thousand downloads, I will now eat some whole-wheat bread, toasted and buttered, with marmalade, and black coffee, as my first food of the day, at four o’clock in the afternoon, while I go on, having completed my daily aerobic workout, to lift weights.
I live for these encounters, as I win, by simply telling the truth, and spending no money, but they lose, while they spend millions and continue to lie.
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Thank you for another excellent post, my friend!
I had an interesting incident last night at our gig that I feel is related to your stories and analyses. I will send it via email.
Thanks, Timo!
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Can’t wait to read it!
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Street theatre happens to me all the time. I now don’t even give an fcuk (does this brand still exist?)
Macrocosmic street theatre yesterday: Blackout in Europe- predicted by agenda 2050 and The Economist cover 2024.
Last year there was some “blackout” too, some cybernetic world crisis that affected the most connected countries and people were complaining because they couln’t use social media, virtual wallet, whtsapp and other slavery devices. I remember it lasted some hours or a day.
That’s why they are heating up the weather, to justify this. Heat means shortage of water and it means less energy. Unless people accept luciferian scum to enforce more martial laws, this time about weather, and people will accept because they want to keep living in this lame DREAM.
So this way they will have safety assured that they won’t have to face these crisis anymore that reminds them of their real lives when the curtains accidentaly fall.
It will end up affecting in the distant future people who live in the fields because they will need to be in accord to many laws and rules, restrictions and taxes, “because your life in the fields destroy the weather” (hahaha – joker laugh) and that will make it impossible for many to have their autonomous life in the fields, and most will become useless material in urban societies.
Many blackouts, cybernetic crisis, heat waves and shortage of water are programmed to happen until 2050. And most slaves don’t want paper money anymore and will be convinced that an autonomous life in the country without luciferian rules will be evil or too difficult, so they will beg for losing freedom in exchange for safe and non critical cybernetics and safe water coming from their taps.
Just a message for the scum: W4ff3n 55, you won’t destroy my life!
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It is very true.
The harassment made by cybernetic insistent “suggestions” + the same “suggestions” I end up meeting around (making it all look like a big coincidence) are hard to fight but last year one situation happened and it demanded patience and perseverance and I wasn’t damaged by it.
Now I’m living another again. More patience and perseverance.
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I still do some rubbish since i am especially psychically ill, but i know what to look out for and i laugh at how they try to manipulate me cause i see through everything. Buying better food, sometimes i still eat trash cause borderline still kicks in, buying cotton clothes, cosmetics with more natural ingredients. Even if i cant afford it sometimes to rebuy them, i at least try. I never fully get back to unnatural everything. Making my own mouthwash, my own face toner and face masks is fun. Fun and freedom these people will never have. It must anger them so much how they cant control us fully any longer.
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