Negative Space
October 4, 2009
When a zero is twisted to form an eight, as in from 2001 to 2009 then buildings come down.
Helen Clark, reading illegal eavesdropped transcripts, misses the empty space left for later older cousin between game theory, quantum mechanics, and the unspoken politiks.
A copy of my personal statement for Princeton, which unfortunately proved rude and the receiver of stolen property and so unfit for a prince, a king, or an emporer.
Teleological Sophistry
July 29, 2009
All is forgiven 15h37, 29 July 2009
[gives signal to sod off and leaves]
I sent this letter to the United States President this morning:
CROWN PRINCE ALEXANDER KT VC VCNZ
OF NEW ZEALAND, SCOTLAND, AND SWITZERLAND
DUKE OF ALBANY, HOUSE OF STUART
CLAN CHATTAN, FOUNDATION DE JOUX, HOUSE OF VIVIAN________________________________________
President Obama
White House
UNITED STATES OF AMERICAMr. President:
On October 22, 2000, the United States Ambassador to New Zealand lied by agreeing that I did not attend St. Albans in Washington D.C. in favour of Erez Lieberman, who claimed he had attended the National Cathedral School for Boys and St. Stephens. That evening Erez Lieberman, apart from attempting to kill me, declared undying love for my future wife and fornicated with Demarnia Lloyd to produce a boy who now plays rugby for the College Rifles in Remuera, Auckland, of which your office is well aware.
For the past nine years the slander and libel, calumny, that I was the father of that child and not the man who set in motion plans to save the life of the 43rd President and attempt to prevent the disaster of September 11, 2001, has destroyed my academic career path, caused damage to my body, endangered my life both on and off the rugby field, prevented me from being with my friends and family, including my three wahine, and wasted the best years of my life.
My men and I were purposefully targeted by United States aircraft on the way to Osama Bin Laden. As I was present during those arrangements with which Helen Clark assisted, I sent exactly what Senator Lieberman wanted, mules.
Last year, during July, I traveled to Nashville in order to fix a problem with the database that my company, OM Consulting Limited, had designed for Moore-McNeil LLC. I had previously found a problem with insurance certificates that did not reflect different risks for different projects. After it became apparent to Charlie Moore, formerly of Marsh LLC, that I was not going to keep quiet the inconsistency I had found, I was poisoned with LSD and shot at. I have reported the insurance anomaly to the FBI.
I took the opportunity to travel to New York after that in the hopes of having a walk and lunch with my sweetheart, Kathy Kirk, my future wife. While I was able to see my friend from choir, Clancy Rowley, now a Professor at Princeton, the ten days I spent in New York were without that lunch. I had to return by August 3, 2008, to appear in court.
I now understand that the White House is attempting to assist in framing me for the murder of Maria Pankova during July last year in Auckland. She was described by her Japanese history lecturer as ‘eclectic’ to me during my personal investigation. She may well have written an essay about Einstein’s involvement in the US nuclear bombing decision to destroy other forms of enlightenment not that stolen from my family by the descendants of Hammurabai, as demonstrated by the trajectory of my copy of Learning and Behaviour 005/016, a copy of which is with Prof. Rowley.
I am glad we are no longer interoperable. Your office is morally reprehensible. Have you chosen Israel and not us?
[Air Marshall McPhail, RNZAF, NZSAS, RAS]
This morning I went to the Citigroup reception to enquire as to the location of my Royal New Zealand Air Force contract in a safe that was found open the morning of 18 July 2009, exactly a year after “Postmodernism is dead.” on the train from Princeton to Penn Station. The receptionist could not contact anyone so I left my details and the office.
Since October and a safe return, I have been attempting to discover why my salary is not being paid to me. I am and have been poisoned with toluene, which can be used to create the phenocopy of mental illness, and carbon monoxide, which causes death. I have informed the local parliament representative, the Prime Minister, the President of the United States, and the United Nations Office of Human Rights.
A Mossad agent, possibly son of an American Ranger, in the Auckland Central Library to meet his contact driving a late model black Cherokee, licence ???561, awaiting “Have you ever been to RFK?” and smiling at the question, balked and lied when I asked him if he’d ever been to Israel. He was about my weight. I notified the US President’s office and told them that that is enough but that I would allow a friend of a friend from New York, a beautiful young black-haired lady, to approach me when necessary.
After that I went to relax. Unfortunately, within half an hour, the soul-less descendants of Hammurabai like Lieberman decided that my above statement meant that I had accepted their bribes and I would be willing to have sex with Brigitte Yorke, a Mossad agent in the cult of the invisible diaphragm with herpes, so that I would be infected.
Once I finish my scientific piece on the mind you will understand that once herpes has ascended the spinal column and infected the encephalus a particular resonance can be used to connect to others with the infection.
These people have mortally offended me and the family of my Chinese wife, as well as, I am sure, the Rothschilds, whom I believe are the family of the young lady above with whom I hope to speak. They continue on a daily basis, further reducing the likelihood that I shall ever reside in the United States. These are the people who think that to talk means to have sex and to talk means to kill. These are the people who deny the existence of aristocracy and aim to keep it out of their constitution so they can sit behind closed doors, manipulate people vicariously in Vitruvian violation, give them cancer, and accumulate shiny things. Their vicarious interaction can cause car accidents and earthquakes.
After I told them to sod off and left, they returned to plotting to poison me with toluene and other such disasters.
[Addendum 17h45 29 07 2009]
“Oh bwell, Margaret Mahy put you on ecstasy.” 17:30ish
From a guy who could have been the freaky nazi brother from another mother of the guy above as I was leaving Forde’s Bar. I repeated what I thought he said to him, he asked me whether I thought he was talking to me, I repeated my question with the word ‘communicate’ instead. He said “do I need to get the police involved?” To which I snapped my fingers and said, “you’re dead,” and walked away.
Saying something like that, especially to people who do not understand the concept of commuting death to life, is risky and I shall have to answer to both the Hell’s Angels and the Special Air Service. Given the events of the day and the likelihood that he was here with his mate in ATY825 who attempted to take a photo of me on behalf of Reverend Lloyd, a known white racist, if these guys attempt to do anything after that warning they may well end up in blag bags, no threat intended.
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Another example of the either black or whites attempting to get others to kill instead of resolving differences.
This morning saw me wake with the sun. I had fallen akip with the image of a raven-haired elf having had enough and swanning to rampage. Itchy eyes and sore tum had me skivving for revolt. One telephone call, a black spot, and three number plates later, XX9127, SO6947, and EAH565, I took off for town:
[11h39 02 June 2009]
Dear IPCA:Toluene, in combination with hairspray, can cause a psychiatric phenocopy. This is similar to doping marijuana with fly spray and subsequently poisoning with LSD.
This morning I rang the University of Auckland security staff to report an alleged toluene thief. I have previously complained about toluene poisoning at 1H/18 Federal Street through ducts from 1F and 1D or 1E.
The male is aged between 20 and 25 with brown hair, medium build, about 175cm tall, a thin wisp beard only along the edge of his jaw carrying a game case and papers in right hand walking west along Fort Street about 6 or 7 pm on ?Tuesday, 27 May 2008, possibly headed to St. Benedicts off upper Queen Street.
The toluene is from the Thomas Building, Symonds Street and would have to be from a flammables locker in a security accessed laboratory.
I went to the University of Auckland in the hopes of visually identifying the male through ID card records. I was asked to wait for the security team leader, Derek. I had informed them that I was trespassed from the University. I am yet to be informed as to the specifics as to why I was trespassed from the University in August 2008. When Derek arrived he said, we had talked the phone, that he would talk to his supervisor and he asked me once to leave. I responded that that was unacceptable, the male played backgammon, and I was leaving. And I left.
I went to the Fort Street Police Station as I was trespassed from the Auckland Central Police Station for attempting to give evidence that Helen Clark has been committing treason against the House of Windsors and Stuarts, but it was closed.
I then proceeded to the Auckland Central Police Station as I feel the crime of theft and then attempted murder leaves me no choice but to risk being arrested for trespass.
The police woman I recognised as having been previously helpful at the counter. I explained the situation and quietly mentioned that I was trespassed. She checked the computer and then noticed that I had been charged with assaulting her, kicking her in the leg and bruising her, when I had been arrested for Breach of Liquor in late March/early April. The police statement of fact had changed from an opened glass container to an unopened glass container between visits to the court when in fact I had a can. I have instructed my lawyer to acquire the CCTV footage. In that incident a female and the male policeman who stole my passport EB009079 had attempted to smash my head into a wall on Queen Street. I had prevented them, they were each holding an arm, by pulling backwards. After that I did not resist and the policeman attempted to smash me into the door frame of the police car. He then kneed me in my left quadricep two or three times. On the police statement of fact I was accused of assaulting the female and bruising her. The police woman was a different person from the person at the police counter, who did not remember an assault until she checked the police computer. I left a description, told the police woman at the counter that she was lying, and left. This occured at about 11h10, 1 June 2009.
In a previous case in Albany I did not recognise the police witness as the man who arrested me (MGZ610) for a false charge of disorderly. The arresting man was tall, looked like a catholic from Hamilton, and had pale skin. The police witness was young, with blushed cheeks, fair skin and blonde hair.
In a previous case in Auckland I was accused of spitting on Constable Middlemiss.
I do not know whether lying in court and changing police officers is standard practice or whether it happens to be the decision of each police officer. Either way, it is unacceptable.
St. Benedicts is associated with people such as the son of Margaret Mahy, who lives at 444 Great North Road, next to my lodging, 454, where I suffered from irritated eyes and later a sore throat and sore stomach, this morning.
Ab malū usque ad muscam
My jivvies resorted, I made to the Mission. The local nuclear had us all warming ourselves and enjoying a little peace time in the winter air. We electron-volted the apples per buddhist to put a fly on the wall. About one, we sposed.
Roast lunch and canned drink on celebration of Royal Majesty drove the little nasties out. Post-prandial let-down confirmed a gas chamber bout. A few seconds of impromptu yellow and green pruning set the course.
“You’ve just earned yourself a prescription for quetiapine”
Some faggot with portable redcoat carrier whispered scurvy words. I hastened and spat to my right. Walk on, turn around, “Your post hoc, ex post facto requirements are [bullshit].” Bitch mumbles a rejoinder, pointing at raging bull. My sweet reply reminds him of his lack of jock-strap. Straight back into it, “You fucking cunt, if it weren’t for people like Andrew John Robertson, people like you wouldn’t be alive.” Walk off, fucking cunt.
How long do Yeshivites need to rock at 30 rpm to falsely top a wish for death?*
Cunt’s head went loopy-loop, “If it weren’t for people like Andrew John Robertson. If it weren’t for people like Andrew John Robertson. If it weren’t for people like Andrew John Robertson…” every two seconds, every two seconds, every two seconds.
Mistreatment of Heroes
[13h39 02 June 2009]
Dear MOD:Was Andrew John Robertson, born in Tauranga, New Zealand, nominated for or awarded the Victoria Cross?
I understand he is currently being detained in a gas chamber in the Auckland Central Police chamber and being poisoned with toluene and/or other noxious chemical weapons.
Please refer to my missives to the Office of the Prime Minister, Wellington, and tb-petitions at OCHCR, Geneva for more details about the use of biological and chemical weapons by the enemies of Great Britain, Australia, New Zealand, the Imperial House of Japan, and others.
He and others require urgent assistance. He requires his back pay to be able to establish safe shelter, clothing, and food and potable water.
Sincerely,
Fucking meticulous self. Refused to stamp till confirmation had. ‘parently was Wednesday. Next day was my day.
The Honourable John Key,
On my way home from being asked to leave the College Rifles rugby club on Thursday evening, I had intended to offer to coach, partly so that the grandson of Senator Lieberman and Reverend Lloyd, the eight year old Vivian, could come to understand that he is his own person and not responsible for his grandparent’s atrocities, I was arrested by a female relative of Louise Pentney who called Queen Elizabeth ‘Auntie.’ Either she or her partner has badge number JOAN28. In the police processing area, after I had told her that I was not receiving my RNZAF contractual consideration, she said, “not meeting the requirements?” This suggests that she believes that I signed the contract with clauses unacceptable to the military. Clauses involving rape, murder, sex, specific partners, bullying, and poisoning. That sort of requirement could never be included in standing or general orders in the New Zealand Military. When asked whether members of the New Zealand Special Air Service [are] allowed to inform anyone that they are, I accepted that normally they are not. However, on the evening of October 22/23 2000 my unit and I discovered that we had been burned. I said by nazi Alexander Robert McLean and Peter Andreae, to which that woman attempted to laugh my point off.
That woman’s association with Louise Pentney, her membership in the New Zealand Police, and her manner of superficial kindness over an undercurrent of aggression and malevolence can not rule out the strong possibility that she was the link between the message from Maria Pankova’s Japanese History lecturer, who called Miss Pankova eclectic, Louise Pentney in the disability service, and the Olmert lookalike ’squishy-face’ who entered my cell on ?March 28, kicked my shoulder twice, and asked “what issue are you?” That man, I maintain, raped and murdered Maria Pankova.
No snake. Out in a couple. Snatched a dossier squize, “Postmodernism,” “Angels,” and Black P/Bag.
Back to just before. Located the right spot and assumed stupid grin guru pose, minus stupid grin. Topped through a couple, blocking maser (McPhail, 2009c), fucking freemasons hiding truths for lies to tell.
Maser Location
“Not until you accept a diplomatic passport”
Sodding shites. Gave evidence on US soil that very night. Wellington Lions NPC champs. No chance to sip on milky drinks. Boredom again.
[Dear Pater,]
I might have told you on the telephone, there have been people in Auckland, including at the College Rifles and Auckland Grammar, who have been attempting to sabotage me, including by claiming that I am the father of the child named Vivian, son of Demarnia Lloyd, who plays at the College Rifles. He was conceived at the Sound Shell in Wellington on October 22/23 2000.
If the College Rifles apologise to me, I might consider returning to coach while I am here dealing with the court bullshit. Young Vivian might appreciate that we do not hold him responsible or bear him malice, his parents notwithstanding.
I have now discovered that these people, including a man who lives in the building next door to mine, I think the son of Margaret Mahy and a Scottish Rite Freemason, already knew that he was the son of the the son of Senator Lieberman. The man who claimed to be John Mastny and then, if I recall, me, on the evening of October 22/23 2000. John Mastny was killed by those people in Berkeley in the ’90s. I broke the guy[']s nose and he, ‘Nick Pavitte’ needed reconstructive surgery.
I signed an RNZAF contract that evening, I had no choice, ‘Nick Pavitte’ was in New Zealand, landed off an Israeli submarine on the Kapati Coast, to kill Crown Prince Alexander of New Zealand, Scotland, and Switzerland (moi). As a member of the NZSAS I smashed his nose and knocked him out. We then decided what to do. In that case the best option was to get burned and expose Israel to the world. Another contract was signed, one that included unspeakable acts, such as infecting people with herpes. I did not sign that one, that one was signed with a biro I am pretty sure has been traced to Haifa University.
That evening they, including Alexander Robert McLean, attempted to pay me to have sex with a young Yorke, whom I believe is my cousin. They (Marion Street Scottish Rite Freemasons) had poisoned me with ecstasy, GBH, and LSD, as well as the young girl. I think that because at first I think they thought I was [my cousin]. After an interesting conversation, in which I suggested she read ‘The Adapted Mind’ by Cosmides and Tooby, I said that it would be inappropriate when she made a pass at me. I was limited in what I could say to her at the time, but I later explained that I had been working for years to get back to my lady, Kathy, in the United States. I later met the young girl at yoga on Vivian Street, she was headed to Otago to study.
I had written a letter to what I thought was her address in Otago and then made a telephone call, however, the person on the phone said there was another [girl] at Otago. The one I rang lived with a Jordith. I now suspect that was either Demarnia Lloyd, or someone in the Wroyal New Zealand Air Force.
Yesterday I rang a Yorke in [...] at [...] and left a message. I
don’t know whether she met Prince William when he was in Wellington for the test, but I should have. Another Tattoo-like debacle.I have been poisoned at The Federal and now St. Joseph’s with toluene and other compounds in the water. I achieved enlightenment naturally, but descendants of Amauri and royals also achieve yogic enlightenment through public attention, affection, and the constitution. Those Scottish Rite Freemasons are poisoning these sorts of people when they cannot gain control over them (recall Albert and Victoria). I am concerned about my young cousin.
The last reason I heard for me not receiving my salary ($150,000 in 2000 money once per annum), was that Margaret Mahy and Alexander Robert McLean do not want me to be able to get a new passport. One of my wives, I call her Sat with Sparrow, she was at our semifinal in Indianapolis in 1991, had to leave New Zealand because she was in danger of or being poisoned, I have recently gathered that she is the Canadian granddaughter of the Queen of Denmark.
Dame Sian Elias, as I mentioned on the telephone, was holding some sort of kangaroo court for me committing involuntary manslaughter. Which must mean that they do not want the case to be public, either because they thought I was in the NZSAS or they are guilty of something. In fact I had no ID at the time and so could not do anything as someone in the military. Helen Clark had taken a counter-intelligence ID card. What I did was run from the Wellesley Club to the United States Embassy, fire a bullet into the ground to be able to identify the Walther and then return. They do not have jurisdiction.
Included in my contract were various exclusions for intellectual property, including my language translation program, and it went unconditional if I did not hear back in 24 hours.
Included in the other (trap) contract was an idea to trace spies and catch this guy (see Nature 10/11 2007). The other contract was for two teams of 17 people (german nazi-fascists and jewish anti-nazi-fascists). I took them all on single-handedly.
Apparently William Cameron in Golden Downs was on one team and is being paid under the table. He is acquianted with Claus at the Graham whom I am pretty sure used to or still has an enigma machine that communicates through Argentina/Tierra de Fuego and Germany. Claus might have arrived during WWII on a U-boat. I hope we still have 24/7 satellite surveillance on that region of Motueka. I think he has become friends with Demarnia Lloyd and assists in giving people LSD, including at such events as Illuminate and The Gathering. I recall him telling me that he had had a strange feeling in his head a couple of
times around when he was doing Masters and then just before he proposed to Rewa. I attribute that to his mother, Valerie Vivian Ford or some flame of the Marion Street Freemasons. That flame might use oil made from human excrement from the temple of Baal.I was woken up today by another poisoning attempt. This cannot go on. I need to have a clear mind and healthy body to fulfil my duties. I also cannot make any headway with my intellectual pursuits and am miserable beyond belief.
Hope this explains some of the past eight years. If I had said anything before my men were safe I would have had to spend the past eight years on a military base. Israel’s nuclear submarines sank themselves recently as a result of ‘Nick Pavitte’ claiming to be me. There is no point in capturing Bin Laden anymore. My men are safe.
That night, October 22/23 2000, Lieberman and Clark prevented me from preventing 9/11, but I was able to write orders to get that wing of the Pentagon cleared and the aeroplane aimed at the White House brought down. There were prerecorded messages and data uploaded to the black box of the aeroplane. There may have been a plane from Boston that was to hit the Cathedral (Lieberman vs. Lloyd) that did not make it off the ground.
All of this is from reminded memory. We felt the best thing for me to do that evening was to impair my short-term memory access. I am yet to be debriefed and I am yet to receive my salary. I am incredibly upset with New Zealand.
Squishy-faced relative just evades facial recognition while report I to make.
“We‘ve been using it [the claim that you are the father of the eight year old son of Erez Lieberman who lives in Auckland] to claim that you have been commiting treason”
* If an apple provides the energetic requirement for a house fly, then how many hassidic jews need rock backwards and forwards to generate the excess energy required for a fly?
The brain structure of the Hassidics matches neither those of the descendants of King David nor those of the Kabbalah of King Ramses II. The incremental energy generation and then the Hassidics’ (and certain non-certain yogis) needs to be collected and transmitted. Some of these people use overlaid thought patterns to generate wave-packets (McPhail, 2009a) that can be transmitted verbally (like that fucking cunt above tried) and then descend into the brainstem to generate a heart attack.
Given that there are maybe 
Then they have raise an energy level and imprint a thought. The way we catch them is that when they try and give us heart attacks their backwards and forwards rocking is imprinted on the energy packet. While I don’t know, I suspect it is a lie they override with their rocking.
[Addendum 6 June 2008: Rugby is not rocket science]
A letter to CERN.
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McPhail (2009a) The instantaneous phase of a broadband signal is the instantaneous phase of the sum of its sinusoidal components. Cognitive Neurodynamics, under consideration.
McPhail (2009b) From a classical neuroscience towards a quantum theory of mind and consciousness. Natural Philosophy: 003. Lucid Press, Poneke.
McPhail (2009c) Quantum teleportation and mental telepathy. Natural Philosophy: 003. Lucid Press, Poneke.
Ladyhawke and the Reverend Samuel T. Lloyd III
March 9, 2009
“And because that cup is going to fall [and break] it means that you have had anal sex with William [Cameron] and/or Rewa [Glasgow]“
As I was eating my meal outside the Auckland City Mission this evening, with my cup of coffee resting on the dry window ledge on my left, at about 18h52 NZDT the cup spontaneously started to tilt forward. Although some coffee was spilt, it did not make it past the edge of the ledge.
The direction of the predetermined interference was from the left, from the Auckland Central Police Station, on the corner of Vincent and Taylor Street, and the event was viewable from the security camera to the right.
That sort of interference is the sort of interference that could cause a Mercedes driver poisoned with a psychotropic to suddenly lose control of a vehicle.
To prefabricate an event to cause a false interpretation is nefarious. While it would not have made the accusation true, it would have led to much rugby to correct misconceptions. That is one step worse than merely taking indications in cricket. Rugby is played with a non-spherically symmetric ball and cricket with a spherically symmetric ball.
A house of cards
February 17, 2009
Yesterday, between 17h35 and 17h45 on Queen intersection, SW, wearing black skirt and jacket carrying moderately large full possibly leather handbag, greying black hair, wider set face, evenly spaced freckles covering face about 2cm average separation, female.
“We thought we’d convinced you”
I received a Judgement (Statement of Claim, Letter to defense counsel, Physics Head of Department, Mathematics Head of Department, Physics Head of Department) today in my case against the University of Auckland. I am disappointed that the word of an inferior can outweigh the actions of a stalwart.
Shortly thereafter, and just before a threat to my life emanated from the High Court, the lip-popping blonde walked past me down to Beach Road while I was on the park bench across from the High Court. He said, “and another one was that you weren’t in Joy Division.” That is correct, I never claimed such. There is, however, a story about a wife, a cousin, and a half-sister.
Shortly after four, from the seats beside the piano at Forde’s bar, “you’re the guy from St. Albans.”
Maybe this withdrawn Statement of Fact from an appeal and this letter (Response from Ombudsman, letter to Security Intelligence Service, letter to Ombudsman, letter to then Minister responsible for Security Intelligence Service, letter from Private Personal Secretary, Alec McLean, letter to Barrister), from the Office of the Prime Minister are of interest.
[Addendum 21h43 18 02 2009]
Note that to file for a strike-out, as quoted in the decision, the applicant accepts that the substance of the case is true. The Statement of Fact points a general matter, tortfeasance resulting from a breach of the Privacy Act, and, as amended, included a couple of specific points to demonstrate particular and essential breaches. While the people were not denoted by proper nouns, I did not want to prejudice the case, they are referred to uniquely and are essential and particular. The High Court has the capacity to refer to intelligence that the man on the street does not, such as the electronic equipment in a quantum physics lecture, as demonstrated in a later lecture by the lecturer. I also set out the names of most of the people involved, the time period, and referred to letters and emails. The judge had already indicated that he agreed that such a Statement is not to replace a trial.
The main building of the University is a building of Oamaru stone. A medium my great-great-great uncle James Lambert was the first to use. The clocktower was dedicated by one of the Knights of the Thistle, the Order of Scotland. To be Scottish is to be true to the spirit, something that University now is not.
[Addendum 16h45 20 May 2009]
Earlier today I went to the High Court to discuss the above case with the case flow manager, Peter Gayaman. Apparently the decision hinged on the fact that they claimed that I had not written the article The phase of a broadband signal is the phase of the sinusoidal components under consideration for Cognitive Neurodynamics. As a result, my oral pleading in the interlocutory strike out application was ignored. While I was discussing the matter with Gayaman an employee walked through the office area and said,
“He’s not Nick Pavitte.”
Upon my later return it appeared that my failure to yell out some sort of interjection had provided the indication that I had not in fact written the article and that I was the father of some bastard Vivian conceived October 22/23 2000 at the Sound Shell at the Botanic Gardens by ‘Nick Pavitte,’ a mossad agent, and Demarnia Lloyd, a german nazi.
Interesting, as there original false belief must have arisen from intelligence information, yet Vodafone and the GCSB/SIS can verify from my keystrokes that I wrote the article while I was living at The Federal. They might even try to claim that since my address has changed I am lying. Interesting, should I bother the editor with an address change? That does not affect the scientific content.
I returned with a new Statement of Claim as Gayaman had pointed out by email that an email submission of a new claim was not acceptable. The registrar, Tony, showed me the file and showed me that it was closed, he also then backed away, saying “Then you’re not that guy.”. I pointed out that the decision of Judge Faire dismissed the Statement of Claim but not the Notice of Proceeding. He said that was not the case. I returned to show him the quoted High Court Rule 15.1(2) that said that the proceeding could could be dismissed and the final decision in the judgement (see above) that failed to invoke 15.1(2).
He then started to say something about appealing the office worker’s decision not to accept the statement of claim, at which point I asserted that I had written the Cognitive Neurodynamics article. Tony said “Oh my God.” I responded, “Oh well, I didn’t kill Leonard Manning, because that is what this was, a clase.”
Another example of calumny and traducement. There are bolsheviks and nazis in New Zealand attempting to tarnish my character and blame me for various crimes and treasons committed by Helen Clark, Alexander Robert McLean, and psycho killers in a false Diplomatic Protection Squad in and around the New Zealand Police.
[Addendum 25 05 2009]
The email correspondence from the middle of March. A few days after my original complaint to the course coordinator, on the 17th of March, the Mental Health Service was contacted and told that I was acting strangely.
Course coordinator,, response,, Faculty of Science, and Vice-Chancellor’s Office.
I was in the United States from 28 June until 3 August. While overseas I was trespassed with a vague, non-specific reason. A letter requesting clarification.
Nominalisation: 002
November 20, 2008
“Due to a recent speciation event…”
Sitting at the Queen’s Ferry Hotel sipping a Monteith’s Original outside to avoid the suited accompaniment to the Black Cap’s test in Australia, I made a chopping motion with my left hand in the direction of a woman seated on Vulcan Lane wearing green sneakers, a lovely lemon pastel crotcheted top, well cut black hair, and an air of enjoyment.
repair violation remedy = do
c >- do
v <- violation <- c
return $ remedy v <- c
rename name acronym = do
c >- do
n <- nominal <- c
n' <- n >- do
return <- changeName name acronym <- n
return $ changeNominal n' <- c'
Recall ‘abuniwerla’ contain Homo sapiens both aureusratioisisorribilus and flexetknotticatus
nominalisation002 = do
c@(Context $ Nominal UoA UoA $ Actor AVHM $ Colour Five (Mode Parcheesi (Move Black kf7))) >- do
e <- event <- c
c' <- repair abuniwerla (prune $ temporal $ e) <- c
return $ rename "Auckland University" "AU" <- c'
A smattering of post-apocalyptic sparrow
November 20, 2008
Finally after managing to get a drink and a smoke in peace at a nearby park off Te Taou Crescent at about five to two this afternoon I saw fledgling sparrows with discolourations I had earlier noticed on a bird off Queen Street.
There were three varieties, one with sunflower gold forehead, one with lemon fore and sunflower distal yellow forehead, and one with lemon yellow tufts from the join of the beak. The beaked was obviously younger by perhaps a quarter-weight than the other two.
These might be the result of a recent event causing mutations in black and red pigment genes during development. The exact age of the birds would provide a measure of the date of the event relative to ontogenesis. The proximal and causative factors could also provide a measure of the impact of the event.
A goldfinch sighting
April 22, 2008
After attending to the last of my organisational commitments for the day at 16:41, I left my building for a walk to relax and unwind. Barely having walked around the corner, a motion caught my eye. I turned to see a colourful bird, possibly juvenile, confusedly rotating around and around. After a gravity-defeating hop the winged creature returned to a fine performance of disorientation. Having seemed to have gained bearings, the feathered animal alit and assaulted my building only to be violently repelled. There were stars aplenty.
Two humanoids approaching, I retreated so as not to appear aggressive. The young-looking avian fearlessly approached me, hopping over some spectacle frames and into the ivy flowing off the embankment. Two local sparrows flew over in an apparent mission of investigation after which the subject of our observation courageously took to the air and flew back into the wall of the building, bouncing off, and then through the grating.
This self-entrapment by said bird provided me with an opportunity to fetch my camera for subsequent identification at 16:52. Upon my return, however, the possible finch was nowhere to be seen. A quick trip to the University of Auckland library provided confirmation that the finch might be a goldfinch.
I plan to query a professional ornithologist on the morrow, as the pictorial depictions of goldfinches present a feathered red mask, whereas our subject a wattled mask did wear.
I consulted with some Maori, who informed me that goldfinches started appearing with the arrival of those people both Christian and British in the first half of the nineteenth century.
[Addendum: 10:19 Wednesday]
Enquiries extensive, inquisitions of biological experts, suggest that claim of wattled mask erroneous was and goldfinch indeed, as most coloured of our fauna, the bird most likely was.
