The story of the brainstroke 2002

The story of the brainstroke 2002

John Bjarne Grover

I had lived in Vilnius for nearly two years when my money would be running out and I had to decide whether to go back to Norway or attempt a political asylum in another country, and decided on the last: I would go to France and apply there. (I had read in a newspaper - was it 'Information'? - years ago that France was more liberal than others, so maybe I had a chance there). I had probably already been in the embassy and spoken with them - the receptionist had given me a sort of 'wipe-off' sign with his (left or right) hand, as if to say 'get out' or 'forget it' or something like that, could be the embassy was not the right place to inquire about chances for an asylum, and I had to believe that there were other reasons - when there was the massacre on politicians by Richard Durn in Nanterre outside Paris. On 9 february, princess Margareth of England (the queen's younger sister) died and her will would be opened, and 14 days later, on 23 february (my own younger sister's birthday), I had just read the news on internet of the abduction of Ingrid Betancourt when a feeling of numbness started in my left index finger tip and spread down the finger and hand and arm, untill the feeling of numbness reached the entire left side. The left hand soon curled up and could not be used for anything, and in the morning when getting out of bed the numbness in the left side of the body transformed into a senselessness in the feet so that I could not really feel that I stood on the ground but had to walk on experience. A later magnet resonance scan of my brain showed that there had been a bleeding in the cortical area of the left hand. Was it due to a laser beam sent when I closed the internet article about 'Ingrid Betancourt' or was it a semiotic over-determinedness that triggered it? 'In-grep i tankor' = swedish/norwegian for 'in-grip in thoughts'. I looked up Modern Language Review for january 2002 to see if it could have been pre-heralded there - and there were perhaps some things which could be understood that way - such as title 2 "John Gay and Slavery. By John Richardson" for 'John Day and the lazery' or title 7 "Fiction as Imprisonment in Luigi Malerba's 'Il fuoco greco'. By Ruth Glynn" - for that 'fuoco' on the 'gray'. Title 1 is also a little impressive for that 'Betancourt Ingrid': "Beggars' Commonwealths and the Pre-Civil War Stage: Suckling's 'The Goblins', Brome's 'A Jovial Crew', and Shirley's 'The Sisters'. By Julie Sanders".

However that be, there exists another theory that is interesting - and it could be interesting in any case if the plans of taxation of a pension granted to me at the end of the year 2002 (with afterpay from application day in 2001) were known already then - and that is the theory that the brainstroke (if that were the story from 2002) were pretelling one year ahead the time when I would have to deliver a tax return. I went to France for the asylum application when the residence permit for Lithuania expired on 19 april - I arrived in Paris on presidential election day - in a miserable condition I was then, carrying my heavy suitcases with curled-up hand and sleeping outdoors now and then behind some garbage bins, while continuing the work with my TEQ book 13 ('Has the next millenium praxis?') which I had started in mid july 2001 - it was completed in the end of 2002.

(Ex nihilo pieces are typically 'found on the ground', and it can be observed that if the hungarian 'ok' = 'ground' is supposed to be a defining aspect of the conception of me, it could be about the idea of a PTRSIM PIK as a piece of 'ex nihilo' - like that 'Vollkornbrot', for example - however, to conceive of people as PTRSIM PIK is a form of mobbing which should not be permitted).

At the end of november 2002 I got a letter telling that I had been granted a pension from the state of Norway. (I had applied in 2001 and in christmas that year I got a letter from a secretary dated 24 or 25 december that I would not get a pension, but it looked not formally appropriate, did not refer to a decision and the date looked strange - however, it could have been telling that plans of the pension later in 2002 were known already in christmas 2001). The application for asylum was rejected but I got a pension instead.

After I had got in dedember 2002 the pension and afterpay of appr 25.000 euros, I could find a place to live in Paris, was my intention - indeed a magic and ideal place for me. I was quite obsessed with avoiding surveillance and believed that if I went into an estate agency, if I got a place there the surveillance services could have been there in the mean time and installed microphones and other electronic gear in the walls, so I could not write on my computer without this leaking to the administration - and what was left of the world's response to the poet's writings then - if one could not know if it were the Real World (the Real Historical Grip, like In-Grip i Tankor) or the surveillance services who responded with more or less mock and mob? (And currently the Real Historic Grippe is punishing the world with the corona virus). In late 2002 I therefore looked for a chance to find a place before the 'services' had been there and found a small ad for 'short-term lets' in a peripheral touristic publication and called from a telephone box I had never used before - I think in the intersection 'Rue d'Ulm' and 'Rue Pierre et Marie Curie' - and I did not say my name when I presented my errand. There was an option for me and I was told to call back tomorrow. When I so did, I was told that the option from yesterday was gone but I could get another place instead - which I took as a short-term let for some months. I was personally convinced that my identity was unknown before I got the appointment, but today I understand that surveillance was probably too advanced already in 2002 in a city such as Paris and that my identity could have been known.

The place turned out to be a 4th- or 5th-floor studette, perfect for a romantic poet with a view to the rooftops of Paris. My pension afterpay could probably have sufficed in those days for buying the place, and maybe I got the feeling that this was an option, in which case my problems would have been solved - a home and an income was secured and I could start a new life there. However, there was one substantial problem: Whenever I sat down to work, an electric piano started to sound from above, so loud and noisy that it was not possible to concentrate. I understood that there could be a neighbour who felt inspired as soon as I started to concentrate, and I went to talk with him and asked if he could use headphones when playing the electric piano. He could not, he said, because he had 'pupils' and that made it difficult to use headphones. The noise was so terrible that it was not possible to live there - it was silent at night but at daytime it was hardly endurable. I spoke with some other neighbours if they had problems with the noise, but I understood that the french attitude was to ignore such problems and sooner or later the noisy neighbour would give up and perhaps try some other and more challengable neighbours. I put some info on cheap headset solutions in the neighbour's postbox and spoke with him again, but to no avail. The noise continued. I wrote a lot of emails to myself about the problem - and if surveillance had found my identity in the telephone box in the intersection Rue d'Ulm and Rue Pierre et Marie Curie, they would certainly have read these emails I wrote and sent to myself as well. Hence the problem would have been known. I spoke with the houseletter and she tried to find out of it but had only the answer that the neighbour tenant probably had a legitimate right to be there.

My problem was therefore this: My asylum application had been rejected but it now seemed that the city of Paris had been so nice as to guide me into a solution whereby I could get all my problems solved - a pension and enough money to buy a studette and maybe even the one I had been guided into. That would have been a perfect solution to me, and how nice of them that was. However, if I had been guided into just this place by swap of tenancy option in the telephone, it could have been for just the opposite reason - that the terrible noise was for telling me that "you cannot live here, Mr.Grover". It could have been, quite simply, a way of asking me to leave the country - since I was a problem. Cp. that Nanterre etc and France had been out of NATO under de Gaulle and I dont know what it could have been. The question what was the reason (the 'ground') for that terrible noise was therefore of acute importance for me. The electric piano could remind me of the electric piano I myself had in Labråten around 1973-74 - the sound I now heard in 2003 could have been appr like it sounded to the official father character in 1973-74. But who was that clandestine type? He had taken the place of the original official father in the late 1960's but had never explained what it was, and when I turned 16 in late june 1973 I should have had the explanation. There was on my birthday 29 june 1973 the story with the assassination of an israeli attache in Maryland in USA (when he stepped out of his car on a shingled suburban garden path) and I think the palestinian intelligence chief was assassinated in return - these things (which I discovered a few years ago) seemed to tell of that problem. I think the new official father also had a nose flagging strongly left on some days but possibly not all - and that would have looked like a mocking gesture ('cock a snook at', is that the term - 'snu kappen etter vinden' = 'trim the sails to the wind', APPen = the APP, 'after the wind' = what the weathercock is doing - is this about in and out of Austria?). The original version had perhaps gone to the Vatican to be new pope, and although these Grövers were very ordinary people with normal human problems, one nevertheless would not have been too surprised to learn that they intercoursed with royals and presidents, could be they worked for them (the american president, for example, did they work for him - if not even the other way round?), and it was therefore very possible that the 'music' could have been that the asylum application could not be accepted because the Grövers 'didnt like it' - and my noise from 1973-74 could have been the reason, told the navigation. (Wasnt there some 'Currie' even recently? - in the short rue of Pierre and Marie there is also the Editions Gabalda with the very nice Grammaire Hébraique Abrégée of Touzard in the window) There was also something about a needle forgotten (by accident!) in a TV chair - 'he had no rival/rifle Syvers'? - a la the graffitis? There is the 'graffiti' of the brainscan and the 'dancer' which also could have been the background of the AIDSHIV epidemic apparently set in circulation by volunteering test vaccines in New York City, San Francisco and Los Angeles in 1978-80, according to an article by Kwame Ljungqvist on the web some years ago (claiming that all the earliest cases could be traced to these test vaccinations). Could be the name of the el-piano neighbour were suggestive of the Kennedy background story of mine as well.

The problem was therefore this: Could be the city of Paris had been so nice as to find an optimal solution for my problems, but that would be if the piano sounds were 'imagined' - when my tired soul tried to get indoors again after having had problems with understanding the logic of the human species. However, it is surprisingly difficult to find out of such things - it is very possible that the neighbour had masturbated and believed that I complained on the 'noise' and he therefore explained that it was due to 'pupils' and I could not ask him to let that be: That could have been because he had never had a piano and could not play a piano and therefore it was self-evident to him that it must have been something else I asked him about - in 'circumscriptional' ways.

The problem may be unsolvable - it is even possible that even if the sounds should have been only an 'echo' from 1973-74, they could still be very recordable and replayable. You dont understand the problem?

In fact the hypothesis that the sounds were an echo from 1973-74 could be quite relevant - for example, if the new official father had taken the place of the first, of course if the first had abused me too much I could perhaps not develop into anything interesting unless he were replaced with a copy, in which case it could have been for my interests - but it could also be the other way round, if the first had not abused me at all, and of course I could not find out of it. It is true that I had got some signals or hints about it from the first before the replacement.

It is because nobody said it to me. If somebody had surveyed my emails to myself and could inform me that 'there is no piano on the floor above you, there are no sounds of that sort emitted from the neighbour above' - then my problems would have been solved and I could have lived a happy life as poet in Paris - a new start of my life and I could perhaps have bought the studette, and the noise from the instrument would soon have vanished. It is because nobody says a word that the problems become unsolvable. It is because the neighbour had to believe that it was 'political parlance' I presented to him, complaining on the 'piano music': It is because there was no piano there that the parlance had to be so 'political'.

But it was not possible to find out of it and therefore I had to realize that the sounds could have been very real and then I had to understand that the application had been rejected and I was asked in that way to leave the country. That was a heavy day in my life when I had no other choice and I left the country.

This happened soon after I had handed in my tax return to Paris. I had spoken with the tax office for the address I had on 31 december 2002 - that was Hotel Savoy near Gare de l'Est - once upon a time perhaps an upperclass hotel but now among the cheapest ones - 18 euros a night I paid for a single room - and I think they closed a few years later, could be the standard of the building was not up to modern requirements. I inquired in the tax office whether my new norwegian pension was tax free in France and they told me that it was taxable and I understood that everybody has to pay tax in France. After I left the country around mid march, after having handed in the tax return appr one year after the probable brainstroke in Vilnius, I later (summer 2003) got the info that I should pay 4000 euros or so which I did when back in the country for two summer days. I had given message that I left the country to the friendly asylum and homeless centre in 10th arrondissement where I was registered and got my post, but in 2004 in Berlin I got a letter with call for another tax return from Paris and this troubled me quite a lot - after I had informed them that I had been in France for only appr 75 days in 2003 (and they could not really ask for a tax return for my humble pension then?) there came no further calls for it. (They had probably not been informed that I had moved out of the country in march). I dont think this story was the reason why I had to give up Berlin as well - but I was suddenly asked to present a tax return to Berlin east even if the pension was tax free in Germany (I had first talked with the tax office in Charlottenburg and they said I should not deliver a tax return for only the pension, but when I had to give up Charlottenburg and move out to Rhinstrasse, the eastern office was much more stern on the matter), and after I had handed in the tax return even there, I left for Vienna.

The question of the brainstroke is therefore this:

1) The stroke (if that is what it was, and it probably was) could have been due to my choice of going for a political asylum in another country rather than going back to Norway and the stalking-attachment of 'frau Gröver' (among royals and presidents?) there, in which case the brainstroke could have been due to the detachment I chose in spite of the medical hazard it was - travelling off in such a condition with heavy suitcases.

2) It could have been due to a laser beam hitting my brain as a comment on the news of Betancourt

3) It could have been due to the tax return I had to deliver one year later - in which case the el-piano 'poltergeists' talked of a potential combination of these three factors.

In short, it was not possible to find out if I was very welcomed in Paris or if on the contrary I was asked to leave the country, and therefore I had to leave the country. It was the same that happened in Venice in 2009 - if only somebody had told me that "you can well remain living in the town even if two neighbours died", I would have been there still and could perhaps have been an italian citizen (as it is still my intention) - like I could have been french if I had remained in France. It is probably the heavy significational burden on my life plus the fact that I cannot get any info (unless perhaps if I subscribe to the rule of accepting the conditions of conspiracy which it is to accept secrecy clauses on information that concerns even own life) which is the reason for this. And they have probably still not arrested Ragna Gröver even if she could have been involved in bad child abuse - but this abuse I know little about.

When I moved into Zinckgasse in late 2009, I had changed residence approximately 50 times in the course of 50 years. The first year went very well but then in the second year I started to accumulate the feeling that I would have to move on, and the theories flourished. After 4-5 years the crisis reached a climax and I had to buy a house in Hungary. It is my impression that it is because my housing contract in Zinckgasse is time unlimited and in principle or theory could be my home for the rest of my life that the Klondyke fever of the worlds of finances, banking, business, politics, entertainment has calmed down and it is no longer so very interesting to make success on details of my life and work. Of course the work of Trump has very strongly contributed to this progress - but it is my impression that if I should move on to a temporary tenancy, the vast hunting fields and landnåma spaces opening up when there is only 2 years left of the contract, even more when there is only 1 year left, will be a new tsunami arising for completely different reasons which will have absolutely nothing to do with you, Mr.Grover. The factors for the new avalanche will be studied and analyzed and reduced to a small number of forces of high explanatory force and it is absolutely unrelated to me. It is because I have been able to withstand the pressure to move that the enormous tumults of 'monkey business' now have been calming down.

- But it is the most important thing in the world that you move out of Austria, Mr.Grover - otherwise you function as the main propellar for the rise of unconstitutional power all over the world. Just move on to some other country and everything starts going the right way.

They probably mean 'just move on to a new temporary lodging' and things finally start moving again.

But if this is 'all the world', why is it so difficult to find a comparable lodging for me in some other country? Is it only for having the chance to blame Mr.PTRSIM PIK? But that is a very deep mock - it is to take liberties for cultivating monstrous inclinations in the own heart.

Is it for using my 'ground for moving', what is 'found on the ground'? It may be an old theme since Henry VIII whether the 'Vollkornbrot' explains the bread of the holy communion, whether Jesus was 'ex nihilo' from heaven. The catholics say he was not, and some say that 'ex nihilo' is Satan, and some thereby say that Jesus was Satan. It is that sort of world. Ex nihilo is a semiotic phenomenon.

I dont even know if I were abused as a child. Why havent they arrested frau Gröver? If I knew that I had been abused as a small child, I would have had a goodenough reason for that movement of the hand which I saw in the french embassy in Vilnius, otherwise there is still the total panic in the idea that I could meet the old stalker on the street. Does the state endorse such child abuse? Am I welcome or do they ask me to leave the country? It is not possible to find out of because nobody says a word.

The poltergeists were recordable for a while, around Christmas when the christmas present seemed to be a semiotic realization of my DDS part 3 poem #52. The door was a 'logische[r] Schließung/Schluß'. Is it possible to find out of it - whether Santa had left it there on the threshold? Could be it is not.

Added on 18 march 2020: I must add that my years in Zinckgasse have been very good housing and everything has functioned very well, and ten years residence on an address is a grandiose world record for me. There have been problems with 'monkey business' on apparent surveillance data, though, including 'homo' strategies and 'calque' of my experiences also abroad, in particular as far as concerns my relating to women. A fresh example of this sort of problem (which seems to be about converting me into a 'collective consciousness'), and even here it could be difficult to find out whether there had been factual tapping of data or if it be a matter of 'inspiration' from a collective 'Klondyke' consciousness: A few weeks ago I made at home this button to put on the lapel if needed, for example to buy a bread without propelling future Hitler politics. I have so far not used it and there had been no traces of it in my life or on my computer except for the text which I printed out on a paper for glueing onto the button, but there came some days or weeks later up around town advertisements (still up) showing people with big 'buttons' (signs) for 'Respekt', 'Vielfalt', 'Toleranz' - which to me felt like a call for tolerance etc with a future Hitler since it seemed like a 'calque' turning my button into 'homo' politics. The question is whether my consciousness is collective or subjective - I would say there is something left of my subjective consciousness. I developed weeks or months before the corona virus broke out a cough which could be due to overworkedness but more probably could be because of the apparent theft of my poetry notebooks in the summer (something which put an efficient but hopefully temporary stop to my poetry work). My body temperature has been completely normal and I have not been sick, though. 'Coughing' in norwegian is 'hosting', not the same as 'web hosting' but the alarm could perhaps go on 'Loeschenkohlgasse' nevertheless. Is that even the corona on the lung 'gasse'? It is well possible that it had been planned by international intrigue that I should go to the 'Kreisleriana' church concert in the summer 2019 - there were two notebooks in my rucksack for a longer time, one of them only half written (the first half) but with a password on the last page, the other had poems with date of writing annotated, and these correspond to the two massacres in USA that took place not long after I had left the church - in a Wallmarts supermarket in El Paso on the border to Mexico ('the password' on the last page), where a person first shot his own sister who volunteered before his gun before he continued shooting others untill he himself was shot dead, and some hours later in Dayton ('date-on', the other notebook). The El Paso shooting seems to have started in the moment when I re-entered the church appr. 80-90 minutes after I had left the concert and forgotten the very small rucksack on the church bench - I did not carry a rucsack in those former days when I used to go to concerts, and I was sort of back in those days when I left the church - 'those were the days' - untill I discovered the loss and ran back again. The clue to the story is that I may have sensed (intuited) the plan in advance, since I had added a third notebook to the rucksack a day or two before the concert - it had been in another rucksack in my home and I did not take the chance to leave it there while I was out (rolled oats, jam and other things could have disappeared from my home). This third notebook did not get an 'interpretation' in the form of terror after the concert - and it may have been the same which I found again in a store of other notebooks of mine some weeks later: If it were the same, although it is not impossible that this was a safety copy that I had made myself (I do not remember with certainty whether I had made such a copy of these poems some years ago), then it must have been 'burglared back' again.

- But, John, why did you leave the rucksack in the church if you even had 'intuited' the plan in advance? Isnt that a proof that you left it there on purpose for our use?

It is not. If I left it there because I had 'intuited' it, that is because I had intuited some danger (of course I did not now about the plans) which could make it difficult to continue the work, and that could be the reason for some unconscious forgetting there: The rucksack had to be in the church when I came back again, or at least it must be possible to retrieve it somehow, otherwise it is not possible (if people are out for stealing it) to continue this work to the best for the community - in fact to very much advantage for the community and the world situation in general. It is this 'criminal' wish that I should let the Klondyke blossom by the collective consciousness taking over my subjective consciousness instead of my work being published in written form which is the danger (which I also could have intuited in advance) - like some Jesus forgiving the children the crucifixion etc. 'Johnny is all of us, he teaches us how to write and think', tell these criminal children - and they gladly shoot the own sister and sacrifices the self for being a part of this party. I am not a part of this party, though. I am not their PTRSIM PIK. They want my work published in that way, not in printed form. This could be what 'frau Gröver' served the society - and forced treatment in mental hospital on her signature is just the way to do it for those 'criminal' inclinations of terror for the news. In Norway I had perhaps lived too many years and too much of the poet's subject had been converted into collective consciousness which they preferred to get in that way instead of in published form when I eventually had to flee. Could be ten years (plus the 4 years 2004-2008) in the country now is getting too much, although the austrian society may be more experienced with this 'poet's problem'.

For the time being, it may be that 'everybody' has access to my poetry notebooks except me, who do not even have a surveillance copy of the notebooks even if the El Paso and Dayton massacres could be a very news-published proof that such data exist and could be available to everybody in the collective consciousness except me, and this is what turns my subjective consciousness into the collective - but unfortunately against my accept of it. They may have hoped that the story with the forgotten notebooks meant my accept of using my work for Klondyke interests? It did not.

I had no security copy of the two notebooks, a fact which survellance data probably knew.

The criminal idea may be that the story tells "just go ahead" from me. It does not. Some years ago I needed to use the end illustrations from the Oslo Report (stored under The National Archives PRO ADM 1/23905) for my website - and these illustrations, not the text, though, seem to be subjected to crown copyright in England. I contacted the National Archives by telephone from the continent and they said on my inquiry 'just go ahead', and I had the illustrations for my scientific discussion on the web for a while. However, for once, such crown copyright permission must strictly speaking be given/obtained in written form on paper for being valid, secondly it is likely that I should not even have asked since it is probable that even such 'crown copyright' is available by quotation rights when used as part of a scientific discussion. This mistake I have made twice before: 1) I needed to use a short poem by Seamus Heaney for my discussion in 'A pilot study for a poetic science' as application to the norwegian research council in 1997 - and princess Diana died soon after I had sent it, and I had to send it once again - and it was included as part 4 in my PhD disseration 'A waist of time'. The mistake I made was that I had the quotation rights to reproduce this poem because it was a scientific discussion, but I nevertheless (since I reproduced the whole poem) contacted Faber on the phone and got their permission. 2) I needed to use the front page illustration to the french erotic magazine 'Union' of 01.02.03 in Paris - the day of the Columbia space shuttle crash - an image I had seen for my inner view in Vilnius in 2000 (at the time of the Concorde crash allegedly due to a 'tit-an-ium strip' on the runway) and I needed this photo for my discussion of how I found Hitler's postcard - I then had the quotation rights but contacted the magazine nevertheless with inquiry of permission. Again, it was not right of me ask for this since they had not the right to deny me this - like that 'crown copyright'.

It could be this story which is the background of the Brexit - England's exodus from the 'Union' - and it may be that the story boils down to quotation rights and their use: It is clear that my use of quotations from the 'King James translation' of Acts chapter 10 in the scientific discussion of 'the keys to heaven' (the distribution of the 48 verses) falls under the concept of 'quotation rights', but it is perhaps not immediately clear whether the King James version of the Bible can be used as parallel text to the poems in my 'The Endmorgan Quartet'. That is 'analytical use' - but is it scientific? I do no longer use english translations of these verses (it is surprisingly difficult to find such english translations of the Bible without anybody wanting money for the quotations) - I use the original greek and hebrew which I have got from very old editions in the university library - I hope those are safe. The rule of thumb says that if there are 70 years since the death of the one who made the intellectual work (incuding, alas, intellectual work of editions), then the text is normally free of copyright, but english 'crown copyright' may be a little special and seems to be defined for making it possible to protect even old Bible editions from abuse - such as the old King James edition. Those were the days, could be the story, before England broke out of the Union with the catholic church (well, King James Bible is from 1611 and that is after Henry, but it still has the mood of 'those days'). It may have been a mistake - but hard to admit today - I mean, the exodus? Like asking for a copyright you have the right to - and which the owner cannot deny you, like some matrimonial laws that do not consider it rape? Is it about England wanting to block for the editions of my TEQ with King James parallels - because that makes their Bible text abused for satanic text? It is not satanic - and it may be a question whether my use of the verses is analytical (poetic-scientific) or belletristic. Maybe 'didactic' or 'heuristic'? But does England have the right to impose such 'crown copyright' on quotations from the King James Bible from 1611? Protecting religious emotion? A la jihad in Syria etc? I dont know if there really is a potential copyright on the 1611 text, and I dont know if this really is a problem. Princess Diana, princess Margareth... But that is none of my business.

If the notebooks were stolen by preplanned (and maybe even indirectly preannounced) intrigue, it could have been done for creating an apparent 'proof' that I support the US democrats and hope for a new president after the upcoming elections. I do not. I hope Trump wins the election and continues after 20 january 2021. Likewise, the intrigue has no 'corona copyright' to my work.

I had to sign an agreement when I started the stipend period in Bergen in 1995 (inside the 'glass doors' of the institute) that the institution had copyright for educational use to the material I wrote as part of the project - but on my inquiry I was told that this was restricted to educational purposes if the university needed copies of my dissertation. If this agreement is the story, there may be too much of that kind around. Datenschutzrichtlinien etc sometimes contain such stuff - and people cannot read 14 pages of judicial jargon before they get to the internet page opened - or, say, use a product such as anti-virus bought on the internet. There should be a NO NONSENSE formula telling that nobody can take your copyright to your intellectual property. It is common sense that tells this. Of course I have not given away the copyright to my notebooks, and the two electronic notebooks I bought in Media Markt are no replacement for my loss.

I was stalket with 10.000 NOK from Ragna Grøver to my bank account in february, with the annotation 'Litt arveforskudd'. The bank returned the money upon my request. Today 18 march I discovered that another 10.000 had gone in on 16 march via 'giro' (I dont know yet who sent it). The present article could suggest somehow 'Litauen-Paris'. See this file on x1/y1.

'Lårad' is a sort of swedish-norwegian mix meaning 'lowered down'.

Added 20 march 2020:

The theory naturally arises - from my own viewpoint - in extension from the theory that my official grandmother Laura Devold (before she married Bjarne Eidsvig) was the one who shot Lenin - if, that is, Lenin were murdered at all: According to official sources he died rather slowly from lead poisoning, but that was after having consumed some 'soup'. The theory that can be constructed is that she could have been disguised and travelled on the passport of Vidkun Quisling's wife Alexandra. Quisling (who worked with rescueing russian refugees in Kiev) had at that time a certain confidence among the bolsheviks and could perhaps have been let in to a talk with Lenin when he was on an official mission to Russia from the League of Nations in early 1924. If Lenin were shot surpisingly by Laura D. on short range, sitting in a chair, he would have collapsed forwards and would have been 'lårad' = 'lowered down' in swedish-norwegian 'quasi' language. That makes for 'Lårad Eve-il/old'. In the ancient chinese collection of poems 'Shijing' there is in #78 a sign called 'NIU' which is listed by the classic Mathews under #4741:

If the first part of the sign tells of Lenin who collapses forwards because he had been shot (by the diagonal lines) by Laura in the second part of the sign, the 'cupboard'-looking part, the sign would have been depicting Lenin wrong way when he 'inclines' forwards: He should have 'inclined to evil' in the form of bending towards her. But since he bends wrong way, he would rather be inclined to 'ev-old'. ('Hekseskudd' = 'witch-shot' is a norwegian expression for a sudden pain in the spine that makes the body suddenly collapse). This could have been the overly smart trick which was the strategy for Hitler's coup of Lenin's revolution. That this also could be the reason for the apparent largescaled attempts to coup my authorship can be spotted in the alternative form 'perverse' if 'peer vers' be the theme, as if I had stolen the verses of the 'peers', and the apparent propaganda claiming that I should be a nazi (which I am not!) could come from the official family background of Devold-Eidsvig-Jensen-Gröver - hence as if I should be 'familiar with' and 'accustomed to' that nazi way of thinking. (Again, there is little substance in that - the climate in the home I grew up in was rather standard norwegian, and the official father was for a time a member of the municipal council for 'Labour').

One notices that Mathews '4741 NIU' can be read in the same way as the sign itself: The first half backwards, the second forwards, for 'NIU IAKA' = 'New Yorker'.

This phenomenon on poem #78 may be no coincidence, since it is about 'shu' = 'Young Brother', but the word 'shu' also can mean 'to gather'. In the published correspondence of Nelly Sachs and Paul Celan, there are several times mention of the 'Junge Bruder':

Brief #15:

Stockholm 29.7.1959
Lieber Paul Celan,
wie schön war es hier - einen jungen Bruder haben Sie gesandt. Wann werden Sie kommen?
Ihre Nelly Sachs

The mysterious 'Junge Bruder' could be just me - in that chinese sense of it. In 1981 I lived for some months in the flat of Anne Abercrombie in Rome - she seemed to have met her future husband Sherif around the same time (so he so to speak ran off with the 'to-gather' part of the 4741 - cp. The Beatles' 'Come together'). This story could have been part of the background of my numbness by with the abduction of 'Ingrid Betancourt' by FARC on 23 february 2002, if one sees the forwards-backwards reading of FARC-CRAF = FARC-Sherif/Seraf as applying to the 'graphic impression' of the last line of Shijing #78: That looks a little like 'FARC'. (And it could mean a 'sacrificial alcoholic drink' plus a 'bow, curve' a la the sign 4741. Could be the use of this poem is widespread. If one makes notes of the meaning of the signs, the three first signs of line 16 (mid way through the 30 lines) will have been studied before (line 6) while the first new sign is 'yang' which means 'scatter, spread, winnows, publish abroad, praise' etc. The poem #77 is also about 'Young[er] Brother', and lines 5, 10, 15 are 'xun[RID] mei-qie-ren/hao/wu' which comes quite close to 'Ing[RID] Betancourt' - only the RI = sun, day, is missing. Quite interesting it is that the REN of line 5 can mean 'virtue', 'love' etc - as well as 'sensitive hands/feet' which (according to Matthews) turn NUMB under the context of negation - such as the abduction which can be called 'not love'. (I notice also that the temporary flat I got in Paris 2003 - when I found Hitler's postcard and delivered the tax return - was in 'Rue des Vertus'). In fact this complex could perhaps explain just this strange phenomenon of the numbness that spread from my lefthand finger through lefthand my hand and arm rather immediately after I had read the newspiece. Is it possible that this indexation is so massive that it even could have triggered a cerebral haemorrhage? Then it is no small matter - and the mention of the Junge Bruder in the letters of Sachs/Celan could perhaps be seen as indicative of something like that.

I dont know if the 'corona virus' could be seen as related to 'colona Vilnius' - and if that could have been part of the 'homo' nonsense in recent years. Homosexuality is still a 'peer-version', however widespread the apparent accept of it could be.

Both Trump and Macron have spoken of the battle against the corona epidemics as a matter of 'war'. Who could be behind such potential use of 'biological weapons'? China and USA are attracting the attention on this market by throwing dirt on each other for the time being, which perhaps could be indicative of limited success of the potential warmongers so far in attracting the interest. If the story really is related to a poem from Shijing, such as Ted Kennedy's 'Chappaquiddick' could be indicative of ('ski-på-taket' = 'skis on the [car] roof' = 'ski ging'), cp. also the form 'angra bett-in-kor' = 'regretted bett-in-chorus' (for the 'octogon'?). 'Kor-haz' is hungarian for 'hospital'.

I notice that the role of such a chinese sign as Mathews 4741 could be reminiscent of the triangular logic on another chinese sign. I hope (national) 'intelligence services' do not try to spread the rumour that I come from such a family and that I should be 'peerverse' - or even outright 'evil'. I am not evil - and my work is authentically mine. However, I must emphasize that I know not much about the potential propaganda on me and am guessing only. And of course there is still the chance that it is but a strong flu that has taken form for some reason or other.

It is not uncommon to see politicians depicted with hand gestures as if they are telling of the big fish they got. It is not impossible that this gesture could be understood from Shijing #78 - in the sense of Young Brother's sexuality and erection. Hopefully this symbolism is not taken to mean 'spin-doctorism'. I am not evil (and my sexuality is not evil or 'perverse'), but if I have understood it right (about souls shot out in chemicals while others take over their historic place or sth like that), such 'spin-doctorism' could perhaps qualify for that label of 'evil'. It is of course also possible that Shijing #78 could have been the basis for Hitler's SOBIBOR death camp, and the TREBLINKA could have been about Lenin sitting wrong way (being shot in the TRE = WOOD) when he BOWed from the (2?) JETS of the gun = BELZHETS, the third death camp in 'Aktion Reinhard' (cp. 'Eidsvig Ragna'?).

China and Italy are particularly strongly suffering from the virus. I notice that if the 'turned-around' Lenin in sign 4741 could be comparable to these two victims, the corona virus could also be about an attempt to blame the victims for it, so to speak.

Sources:

Celan, P. & Sachs, N.: Briefwechsel. Suhrkamp 1996.

Dahl, H.F.: Vidkun Quisling. Oslo 1991-1992. Transl. on Cambridge University Press 1999.

Mathews, R.H.: Chinese-English Dictionary. (A Chinese-English Dictionary Compiled for the China Inland Mission by R.H.Mathews, Shanghai: China Inland Mission and Presbyterian Mission Press, 1931). Revised american edition 1943. Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Massachusetts.

Simon, R.: Shijing. Das altchinesische Buch der Lieder. Chinesisch/Deutsch. Übersetzt und herausgegeben von Rainald Simon. Reclam Bibliothek 2015.