The homeopath I saw in Dénia from early 2023 to March 2024 was Ana Villalba.
In her notes, you will see I complained about the following symptoms over this time:
Stress and anxiety, PTSD issues primarily
Inflamed gums, teeth issues
Kidney issues
Urinary issues
Vomiting and sickness at home
Eye problems, burning sensation, feeling like I can’t see properly
Tiredness
Absent mindedness, can’t think straight
I also reported being unusually and overly sexually aroused. I was a bit embarrassed about this and only alluded to it in writing.
Ana did not want me to write to her with information. She insisted I phoned her but I was uncomfortable speaking about my health issues in my flat as the neighbors would hear.
I didn’t think it unusual that Ana was so insistent I didn’t write anything down until recently.
Ana was over-interested in my sexual abuse history and asked me about it every visit, asking questions like, “where were your parents” etc. The questions were not loving or kind, and felt like she was trying to find a way to blame me for it.
She gave me homeopathic drops which I got from the Farmacia Romany and I took them every day for months. Here are some of my updates to her.
When I complained about my eyes, she suggested an eye mist company that she had an account with Quinton Medical, and I bought two or three eye mist products.
Another thing she mentioned, every session, was domestic violence by giving an example of a patient who had finally found the strength to leave. I always found this strange as it was completely unrelated to anything I was telling her.
When I left her practice after being terrorized to the extent I feared for my life, I wrote her this letter to which I received no reply.
A family member of hers appears to be advertising help for poor vision at the same location I visited Ana. That’s interesting in itself.
I noticed Ana Villalba in a photo included in a spiritual retreat centre website in Pedreguer. She was part of the retreat’s online advertised offerings.
Or do the Spanish police only prosecute foreign criminals, turning a blind eye to the uncontrolled seething, swirling, swelling and spreading snake-pit at their doors?
I believe I have lost my previous level of cognitive skills to a large degree and I can only assume this is due to being poisoned over time in my apartment.
I mentioned in my description of March’s traumatic events that I had great difficulty performing simple tasks.
In fact, I have noticed my writing skills declining over the last year. It used to be extremely simple for me to prepare and execute writing tasks, now it isn’t.
I believe this makes it highly unlikely for me to continue working in the way I was before as things are now difficult.
I have also completely lost my ability to play chess well. I used to be extremely good at chess, and quick to understand the board and game status, and I always beat average players. I was always able to see the permutations of about 5 or 6 moves in advance.
Even when addicted to valium in 2018, I beat the men in the tech department during a chess tournament we set up at Goldman Sachs, much to their annoyance.
I subscribed to Chess.com in August and I couldn’t quite believe how useless I am at chess. I’m below average now, if that, and I make ridiculous mistakes constantly.
I think this must be proof of poisoning; methanol is my guess.
Since December 2022, when the trumpet teacher began at the conservatory, I have had trouble with my kidneys, particularly the right one.
At Christmas 2022, I had a seizure of some sort in Samui on holiday and I went to A&E at Bangkok Hospital. They told me everything was fine, it was just panic, but nevertheless I had frothy urine for a few days after that.
On 28th January, I got a mild form of rhabdo at chamber music class with the trumpet teacher.
I suffered frothy urine and other ill effects after that for some time.
I went on a strict kidney diet, lost a lot of weight (15kg) and the urine problem became intermittent.
I went to my GP in Dénia for a blood test to check for kidney failure markers. They did a blood test for everything and skipped the kidney function test. There was no explanation why.
I went to the pharmacy in Dénia to do a DIY creatinine test. They never had one available. It was not clear why.
The frothy urine and pain in my kidney area always comes back hard if I’m unwell. So, for example, when I had Covid in May 2023, my kidneys were battered from it. This was also true when I had the serious chest infection from 13th March to 5th April where I even cracked a rib coughing. I also became unwell in August 2024 with a chest infection. During these times I had frothy urine and back pain all the time.
My urine became frothy again whenever I was back in Dénia living at Carrer Furs.
On 12th November 2024, at Bangkok Hospital, I undertook the comprehensive kidney analysis tests.
Everything was normal except for anion gap which was low.
The report was clear at that time although the ocular pressure is in the high range of normal.
On 23rd April 2023, I went again for a check up. The report came back with high ocular pressure.
I was told I had high ocular pressure and needed to come in to have it monitored regularly as it could be a sign of sudden onset glaucoma which can cause blindness.
I went in regularly until the I left for holidays and the pressure was always high. I went once in France too I believe.
Alain Afflelou didn’t note every check that I had but usually did.
I was away from Dénia until September 2023. When I got back, I went for an ocular pressure check again and the pressure was low again. They told me I didn’t need to come back for monitoring anymore.
Since then it’s been difficult to think straight about anything and I failed to go for a check up again until November 2024.
My eyes had been feeling pretty OK up until I spent a week back in my apartment in Dénia at the end of October 2024 when I started to feel really unwell.
Included in those unwell feelings was concerns about my eyes: burning sensation, blurred vision, headaches, shooting nerve pains around the face.
I got a preliminary eye pressure check in Bangkok mid-November and was informed the pressure was high.
Today, Thursday 28th November, I had a full analysis and checkup done at Rutnin Eye Hospital in Bangkok.
Ocular pressure was not so high but I have been diagnosed, nonetheless, with Primary Angle Closure Suspect.
My mind has been battered with online NLP/MRA seduction techniques and porn symbolism since, at least, December 2022.
This would probably have had only little effect if it hadn’t been coupled with some kind of narcotic substance.
I can’t imagine how young girls deal with this. It must truly overwhelm them.
The safety of minors in the school system must take precedence.
The fact that the criminal gang has been utterly obsessed with my child sexual abuse experience for nearly 10 years, and have used the information I wrote in my statement as part of their choreographed gang stalking has been enormously stressful as you can imagine.
I wonder if certain substances, together with continued NLP/hypnosis techniques online, could imprint an erotomania effect on an unsuspecting target for abuse.
I wonder also if some other side-effects could arise from similar substances; such as autoimmune complaints like frozen shoulder, rheumatoid arthritis, lupus-type kidney complaints, etc.
While I was being drugged it became impossible to deal with difficult situations at work.
The anxiety I was feeling was so intense, I couldn’t cope with it and had to leave two jobs.
At the time, I thought it was because I had been suffering from anxiety and depression for a long while, but now I’m not so sure it was all my own original anxiety because it was intense in a way it had never been before at work.
My mind feels utterly polluted with porn and unhealthy sexual ideas. This is more so if I am feeling aroused which thankfully I don’t if I am not in flat in Dénia.
These thoughts are not my own. It’s horrible.
I don’t know when it started but I was overwhelmed with the feeling I was going to have a child with the trumpet teacher. It was intense and inexplicable. I think they were “throwing the (NLP/hypnosis/online seduction) book at me”, at this stage, and I wonder how many women have been trapped into marriage by these manipulation techniques and, therefore, a lifelong connection with someone they were probably unsure of, at best.
There was a lot of content that I’m sure was intended to make me feel insecure about how I looked. Content about fat women when I was putting on weight. Content about acne when I had some. Even content about a tiny wart on my nose. Lots and lots of content about the urinary problems I was having that I did a lot of online searches about. It was relentless.
Ironically, whatever NLP plus medication combo they were using on me that made me fall in love healed me completely of anxiety and depression.
I wonder if I was on an informal drug trial.
I thought what I was experiencing was true love, and it probably was a little bit, but the real trigger was the drugs and sexual feelings in the context of love that I hadn’t experienced for twenty years.
Another extremely positive effect of me enduring these NLP seduction techniques online in the context of sexual grooming of women and children is that I am now able to describe it.
It seems to me that the genital boils I have suffered on and off since 1991 may well be connected to sedated sexual attacks.
It is as if the body itself is complaining in no uncertain terms about things that have happened to it without the mind’s knowledge.
The first set of boils I had was in 1991 and they were all over my face in the first month of me starting my BA studies in Performing Arts at Middlesex University; a time in which I struggled daily with severe PTSD.
The next time I had anything similar was as I was succumbing to systemic candida, a common autoimmune disease, triggered by blood poisoning and the ensuring hardcore antibiotic dose.
At that time, from 2001, I started to get random boils in my armpits and genital region, but nothing overwhelming.
The first time I can remember having severe genital boils that would burst blood and pus stains across the room was when I was living at Passeig Periodista Ramon Ortega in Denia from 2012-14.
I don’t remember having these at Lourdes in 2014.
I don’t remember having them at Joan Fuster until I started preparing my police statement in 2015; I may have mentioned them in it.
From 2016-2020 I had them the worst they’d ever been when I moved back to London.
It’s like repressed anger manifesting.
Suffering from colitis is also interesting if I have been regularly anally-raped without my knowledge.
Although they settled with a steroid cream, I would also get boils whenever I spoke with my parents when I was living away.
I started to get them again in November 2022 when I noticed a big one near my groin area.
Detoxing regularly and going on the kidney diet in 2023 relieved me of boils for a short while.
It’s hard to remember anything like this from 2024.
I would also get them in my armpits, but this was more common earlier on, and I believe that was anger coming from being passed around as a child.
