Update added to Alara Blackwell post

Alara, second from left, in full Knights Templar regalia. She is still at the time of this writing, according to her, a "reluctant" member, whatever that means. 

Please understand that none of these people are completely in control of themselves. I cannot emphasize this enough. They are sad creatures, and I wish them well, but they deserve more than this and it is sad that they think this practice of slander and remote viewing will get them anywhere savory or beneficial. It won't. 

http://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2013/03/finally-watched-alara-blackwell-bases.html

"The Kid With the Replaceable Head" by Richard Hell & The Voidoids

So this is weird. As soon as I just updated the latest IBIS post with the Kerry Cassidy (and MI5) reference (http://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2013/06/update-to-my-original-post-about.html), my computer screen opened a new window by itself and I found myself looking at a Youtube channel for Richard Hell, the musician and poet/writer.
This video was the first one you see on the video list. 

I thought this immediately funny, strange, and not a coincidence since Casbolt is always going on and on about his detatchable, replaceable cyborg head. Call me crazy, but I had a feeling it was one of his people responsible for that lil' computer glitch. 

It seems the MINUTE I even so much as utter the word "MI5" or "Kerry Cassidy" lately, all kinds of strange things start happening. Hmmmmmmmm! I hope you are enjoying this, boys. I certainly am. If they are  threats, they don't, won't and can't stop me, and if you are goading me on to find more and talk about more, it's unnecessary but really funny. 

"Not much time left before FINAL SOLUTION and chipping program implemented and destined to be achieved before Dec 22nd 2012."

I wish I could tell you of my connection to Dean Warwick. But I don't know for sure. I just know what I remember, and that may not even be real, in spite of what James has told me. In spite of how real it felt. 
-A

 "Brother Casbolt..May we ask you to please consider joining our army of Lucifer.. We admire your courage and believe you would make an excellent servant of the Light. Consider this offer. What may be your price?"

 http://www.thetruthseeker.co.uk/?p=5487
 

Seadog on land.

                           

Sent to me today.

  

Kissies, bastards.

                    
A-

My one concession to badassery.

Today.

Sitting at the computer. 

Astral agent swoops in from nowhere/somewhere and takes my hand. I have asked only those who love me and come in love and the highest intention to do this. (You will know why in a moment.) 

Agents "in the field" on all sides potentially have access to my bioenergetic field to access the "living library" of knowledge that I have. And if you want it, you can have it too. But only if you come in love. Genuine, true, faithful love that harms no one.

If not, this is what happens and what will happen to you when you try to access knowledge from my data bank from now on:

Agent: I don't love you, but I have come to take information. (Grabs my hand)

Me: Congratulations, you have just been infected with a nanobot tracker that will monitor and locate you and your every move. Now get the fuck out of my house, bitch.

And scene!

You can thank the silent partners behind this for that clever invention. And yes, this technology I am referring to is vast and yes it accesses even the Akashic field. Don't ask me how it works, but it does. I have no idea of the mechanics of it consciously.

He reacted as if I had just lit his hand on fire. Of course he called me a fucking bitch (I take the epithet as a compliment coming from someone like him) and fled immediately. Now he will be tracked ruthlessly, repeatedly and continually as I have by people just like this man. He will be tracked and identified now by some of the world's scariest people and if necessary, hunted down like a dog and taken out if he continues to be a bad boy. At the very least, he will continue to be interrogated and hunted like I have been for years now. He will in fact, get a taste of his own medicine. And his colleagues and their colleagues as well are now suspect to these preliminaries as well. God help him if he is to be interrogated by these wildcats. For they are as fierce as they come. I liken it to prisoners not taking kindly to the kiddie molesters in jail. Those types don't tend to last long. 

Anyway, any more takers?

The only thing I asked of my friends behind the scenes (and some in front of them) is to not show me how the sausage is made. (And make no mistake. This man who came to me was a ruthless spy killer who has done in many, many people and who would not hesitate to take you out for a little money or even less. He has also repeatedly tortured me and others like me in the astral plane for goofs and giggles many a time. He drinks beer and watches TV while he does it.) 

 I told you that this would happen. I told you that it would not be me who does the deed, either. I told you that you would have to answer to someone other than myself. I told you. And you wouldn't listen. 

Access my living library if you must, but only with the true and pure loving intention of the highest sort. 

Otherwise, you too are ready for The Cleaners.