Over the years there have been a number of posts that I Am proud of. Some are delineations of intelligence or phenomena that was never surmised before, such as Clan Capitalism*, where I demonstrated that someone has to be using a “generational chronometer”.

Many articles are on the old site and when I get around to it I will repost them here. And you will find plenty to read here that is worthwhile. So I Am proud to make an article out of an observation some four years ago and has been a part of our DS in a capsule form. This post will be the long-form version of it with more background information.
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*You can view the video at YouTube.com/@sovrumano6395

High on Crime

I was reviewing white papers one day when I happened to cross a paper written by a psychologist who had assisted a company that sold executive retreats to customers looking for a little time to stage and executive retreat for their top managers and employees.

And the company featured a PC gaming room as the main attraction for the executive retreat.

A salesperson selling such a service or entertainment to executives would be competing with other companies selling a different venue or idea to the same executives. For example, going to Disneyland or perhaps going camping or perhaps deep sea diving.

So the company hired a psychologist to evaluate their sales approach.

During the next presentation that the salesperson had, the psychologist observed the behavior of those who were being given a tour of this PC gaming room, the salesperson and so on.

So the salesperson gave his presentation and had the executives along with a few employees and managers have a seat at some of the tables where their were PC’s and learn how to load popular games such as Call of Duty, Rainbow Six, CS:Go and to begin playing them.

After the presentation and demonstration and giving it a trial run the salesperson would attempt to secure a sale or thank the executive along with his staff for stopping by to evaluate their venue.

The psychologist watched the salesperson make these presentations a few times to different prospects and then he noticed something that would change the way the salesperson would present his venue to his prospects and influence sales.

What the psychologist noticed is that when you take people from a company and have them sit at these PC gaming tables–which seat about five people–if those five people are from different departments of the same company but do not know each other, their table will be relatively quiet or recalcitrant.

But if you were to look at a table where all five people seated are from the same department and know one another, then those tables tended to be very loud and boisterous. They were laughing and giving each other high fives; they were goading each other when someone was shot of fouled out or got their loot stolen.

In short, a higher amplitude of emotion. 

From that day forward the salesperson made sure that when he gave a presentation to an executive and his top managers, he made sure that the people who are seated at a table were already familiar with one another because if he did so, those people would already be comfortable with one another and would have more fun.

This one change had a positive effect on his sales.

And that’s a neat story. Right?

So I sat back in My chair and started thinking. And it hit Me almost immediately.

What you are telling Me then, I thought, is that if two people know each other there will be a higher amplitude in emotion vs. when they do not, right? Because now that I think about it, I don’t believe it applies to surveying PC gaming venues or executive retreats for that matter. I think it applies to probably all endeavors or interactions where there is something at stake.

And I was right. This would have a profound effect but let Me first get you oriented.

If you pass a car accident while driving home, you will slow your car to have a look at the wreakage just like anyone else.

But if you should happen to slow your car and notice someone from your workplace, you will immediately stop your car to see what happened and if they need anything. If it’s a popular route to your fellow employees, it’s not impossible to have several co-workers stop to see what happened and if anyone needs anything.

Think about it. This applies to just about any situation where there is something at stake.

Which leads to the point of this post.

*IF* you allow deputies, police officers, federal agents, parole officers, senators, judges, and anyone in a corrections facility–even CPA’s and lawyers–if you allow them to get to know the person who they are serving as a fiduciary or chaperone or supervisor or holding accountable –what you are telling Me is that the odds of the person who is supervised getting assaulted or jipped of money is far higher BECAUSE the fiduciary “knows” this guy. 

“Were you really going to pay him that much? Oh, hell no. You don’t need to do that. Give him half of that. It’s alright. Don’t worry about it. I know this guy.”

And this has been a profound insight for Me. I see it not only in My own circumstances but countless times in the lives of others.

The project that originally detained Me on the sidewalk 21 years ago, Operation Birddog, which wrote dozens of yottabytes of pop media with messages in it for Me in every mode possible from movies to magazines to newspapers and beyond, started their campaign with shaming Me for a couple of mistakes I had in My background.

And I was being punished for it. Or so I thought.

Forced bowel movements, inexplicable notoriety, getting stalked or death threats from people who thought I had forced Myself on a lady (I hadn’t but did do a stupid thing one evening which was unintentional.) were suddenly everywhere. I didn’t know what psychotronics was and all of this phenomena was bewildering to Me. I freaked out several times and ran back and forth between Los Angelees and Phoenix–My hometown–trying to get to the bottom of this situation but in the end, wound up running for My life into Nogales Mexico, Orlando Florida, Oakland-Berkeley-San Francisco California, back to Los Angeles, back to Phoenix, then a final trip back to Los Angeles which is where I’ve been for the last 11 of 22 years trapped in this project.

But something strange happened along the way.

The forced bowel movements started with a ferocity that scared everyone. I was on the toilet six times a day on average for the first 3 years of Birddog. There was blood on the toilet paper. My buttocks area felt like someon e had smashed a light bulb into My rectum. It hurt to touch it and to clean it up. I got used to the idea of patting the area down with a little water on the paper so as to soothe the area.

Now 22 years later, they, the cops, are still bothering Me.

But it’s not as intense or random. See, the first iteration was so random that I mistook it for something symptomatic of disease–like a colon cancer. And I went for a screening. Had a colonoscopy. Unnecessary. But I didn’t know it at the time.

No, today it’s calculated and happens according to an algorithmn which triggers the cause-effect chain.

And the most predictable and certain stimulli is to have an attractive woman look favorably at Me or nowadays, to simply walk past Me. Police force Me to fart.

I’m not kidding. And it’s not funny.

This is recent. They’ve never done this before. And I hear that they get cash under the table for doing so.

From someone who knows Me.

This person is rumored to work in Hollywood but then it was rumored to be someone I knew for years as some of them are wealthy today and could afford it. 

But police make no pretense today to punishing Me for something in My background. They don’t even know what that would be.

And it’s scaled from bowel movements to numerous other types of assaults, which I won’t detail here, including attempted murder.

No, today police not only claim to hate Me themselves and say so but they REQUIRE other members of the police department to do the same and to tell Me so. Doesn’t matter if I have no history with them or have never wronged them. They tell Me that they hate Me. 

Nevermind that they spend more time with Me then the Christian Church does or know My material better or that they have sent tens of thousands of people to “sit with Me” against My will (Breach!) hoping it makes them better–they hate Me.

They’ve spent over 100,000 hours with Me collectively.

But the fire department will tell you to stay away. Go figure.

And would you believe the rumor that said that federal agents had stolen money I was owed for Operation Birddog? You didn’t think of this or did you? You see with so much pop media involved–that means A-List celebrities and directors also are a part of it after all someone has to tell someone else what to say or do that I would notice it–it was only natural to believe that this “tough love” from our beloved FBI was going somewhere. After all, without the ability to work for someone else I had to work for Myself and took up window washing. Although this was only a temporary solution at the time for fresh food, I ended up running through the streets of Phoenix (the hottest place in the world) for six years and 3 months with a mop bucket and detergents in one hand and the extention rod in the other.

And I had racked up considerable milelage on My knees and joints.

And My face was damaged from the heat. It’s literally like sitting in an oven come summertime. Except you’ve got about 15 pounds worth of weight on your arms as you walk up and down people’s driveway offering to wash the windows on the house.

That means it’s like doing aerobics outside in Phoenix during the summer. 

Try it. I dare you.

Anyway, it wasn’t unreasonable to think that I had something coming. All those celebrities? The magazines? I was on the front page of the Wall Street Journal for every day of the six years that I bought it daily but no one else could see it. I was the only one. I bought it and the USA Today and the Arizona Republic on a daily basis for those six years. Then the magazines and movie rentals and Twitter and FB and instagram feeds were full of paraphernalia for Me as well.

Certainly, I should be entitled to something. After all, it was an accident not an intentional crime.

But rumor of people “high on crime” at the Bureau got back to Me. They had decided, supposedly, that if I didn’t know what I had coming then I couldn’t miss it. Why pay it? Keep it. He’ll never know. I don’t know if this is true or not but it’s credible as you know from My work on this site.

Last example: A young girl I met about…2 1/2 years ago –i met her “over the sky” meaning via psychotronics.

I was sleeping in the nieghborhood and apparently had caught the attention of a number of young adults in the area.

They were listening to Me think to Myself and familiarizing themselves with what I had uploaded, like “Traffic ME?!” Part 2.

And one day she walks past and compliments Me on My work and even My personality. She thinks I’m funny. She’s never laughed so hard in her life, she says.

Ok.

Anyway, she would show up once in a while over the next few months and it was all very benign as she had a boyfriend but then she began to show up more often. And our friendship–this virtual friendship–got closer as well.

But then something suddenly changed and I won’t go into all of the details here. Suffice it to say that men who were canvassing the neighborhood for the Sheriff’s department dissuaded her from befriending Me or thinking of me favorably.

Bonus Tip!
You have stuck with Me forf so long now I Am obligated to give you a bonus!
If you want to increase the sales in your company, put a surveillance camera with qa dome around it in the bull pen where the sales people are. You’ll get a 20% increasse in productivity or so say some btrochures.
If you want to see who your boyfriend is, watch him when he’s with his friends.
If you want to inspire fastidiousness just have irregular check-ups in the workplace. Make them unpredictable.
And if you want to inspire loyalty, play music that the person heard when they were sworn in or took their oaths.
All of these things have something in common but you don’t see it.
Ever notice Jr. Who is about 15 years old and in high school, becomes someone else when he gets to school? He has a nickname that Grandma has never heard of before. She wants to know who’s J-Bird?
This last example is adaptive personality disorder. I discovered this years ago but did not know psychiatrists had as well. I made a video about it and called it “A.S.S.” or Acquire Sociopath Syndrome.
The way it works is this, if a person is self-conscious of one audience but not another, their personality will change.
Now this is not unhealthy behavior all of the time. it’s necessary and psychologists say we have 7-9 personalitties healthfully.
You are one person in front of your boss but another in front of your husband. One in front of the judge aned another with your kids. Yet another with your extra-marital affair dude.
But what if you could keep your image in a person’s mind all of the time?
What if they didn’t know if it was you there, their boss, or just an image of you?
If they gave you instructions not to like so-and-so how congruent would you be when you walked past him in your dislike of him?
Well, with them watching you to a very granular degree from the inside of your mind not the exterior, I would have to say pretty damn congruent.
And that’s rich for those who have psychotronics at their disposal which is increasingly civilians and others just flagrantly unqualified to handle such a thing.
But if you were say, running a cult of satan-worshippers behind closed doors at the Bureau,, and you wanted people to behave exactly as they did in the office as they were now at home, the way you could do that would be with superimposing your face of words into their mind.
In the past, dictators may have put their face up on posters and posted them everywhere. Today that isn’t necessary and you get better results. Look for ways to adopt the principle.

In a single sentence I can tell you that the young lady turned on Me and very viciously so even taking extreme pleasure in causing Me harm and a person who I regarded as a dear friend would today be guilty of several attempts of murder upon Myself as well as influencing others to do the same. 

And she does this laughing her ass off. Why? Because she “knows that guy”.

Her perceptions to this day, are influenced by the police who desire My business and want everyone to look at Me as someone who you make a chump out of as you walk past Him. This makes the white police man snicker that his plan is working but it makes behavior by someone else, say a young girl, inexplicable as she takes on his traits and biases. 

Her psoture is now one of comfort and I Am assaulted for sport, slandered for sport, even robbed fof small items for sport.

It’s sport because it’s fun and it’s fun because it’s getting high on crime.

Look for it. You’ll see it everywhere. 

Policies need changing.

That is all.