2013

Daniel

• wip: https://x.com/1FRGVN/status/2040874864341594376
• Is this also Ant?
• I can’t be sure.
• It’s possible.
• I guess you all know already.
• Daniel, or Fabian, or whatever he called himself was wearing a Woodstock hat.
• Paul van Gelder was wearing exactly the same sort of hat the night myself and Domingo Lopez Cano met him at a gig he was playing on Highgate Hill with my brother, that weekend Domingo visited.
• Were they hat tipping?
• A Woodstock hat, by the way, is the hat Woodstock wears in one of the Snoopy specials playing on Air France. It’s like an army green fisherman’s hat with rim.

Dad visits at Fallas

• Out of the blue, dad says he is going to visit me in Spain.
• He has never visited me anywhere I lived before, or paid any interest in my life, apart from a couple of times; once when he helped me get onto a BA (Hons) Performance Arts course at Middlesex University in 1991, and another when he was the sole sympathetic person I knew while I was suffering from suicidal depression in 2016.
• In fact, apart from his brother Joe visiting Amsterdam for the Lockerbie trials in 2000, or me getting an MSc in 2004 and a PhD in 2009, I would never have seen nor spoken to him while I was living abroad until March 2013 in Dénia.
• I’m delighted he’s coming and I believe its because he wants to see me.
• I think today in December 2025 that someone from the Red Lion suggested he visit me, in that meaningful tone.
• Perhaps they used the word must.
• You know, you must go and visit your daughter in Dénia, or Why don’t you… wink wink.
• I also now believe that something sinister happened when he visited in March of this year; perhaps we met someone in the Irish pub during the Fallas celebrations who came back to the apartment.

• I have a very clear memory of much of his visit, apart from this evening.
• Amazingly, I was also sacked from my job at Nokia this very same week for being incompetent!
• I remember being upset about everything, and being sure I was going to leave the apartment.
• I say this because I had just bought furniture for the terrace and dad was helping set it up, but there were all these important parts missing, and instead of asking for the parts, I took the whole thing back for a refund, knowing I was leaving the apartment.
• Losing my job was surely not enough of a reason to leave an apartment I really loved in a town I adored living in?
• Did dad spill the beans to the porn-gangs of Dénia in March 2013, making sure they would never leave me alone until I was DNA in their very famous field with all the other women and children?
• Would they have made it out to be all my fault the whole way towards that horrific end, no doubt also filmed, as they do, everyone happy to agree yes, you know what she’s like?
• Or had the British gang already told the Spanish back in 2007 or earlier that I was a prime target and no-one would ever help me?

Lorraine’s trans child

• It is 2013, and Lorraine’s daughter believes she is a boy.
• Lorraine is distraught, fraught, and asks me to talk to her.
• At that time, I, like everyone else, had no idea what was going on with regards to gender ideology.
• It must have been the winter of 2013 and I couldn’t help remembering that her other daughter had experienced something horrible with a boy the summer previous; even though no-one said anything to me about it, something about it reminded me of something.. and I wondered if Jayden, Lorraine’s transitioning daughter, was doing it to escape the awful business of being under constant threat as a woman that she’d seen her sister just go through.
• I said the wrong things to her most likely, and didn’t think anything of it until Lorraine told me her daughter was talking about taking hormones and undergoing surgery.
• At that moment I changed my view, I was alarmed in fact, but I didn’t see much of Lorraine and her family after that.
• Lorraine’s daughter was groomed into believing she was the opposite sex so early on, I can only assume this is a requirement the Dénia hypno-tech specialists were tasked with, and Lorraine’s daughter was a test subject.
• Is this why they murdered Lorraine?
• Had Lorraine started to discover the truth?
• Did my TERFing activity add on to all the justifications for murdering me too?

Working for the Grupo Glorieta with Lorraine

• I did a few months English teaching for the Grupo Glorieta at the end of this year (November-December 2013) and beginning of the next (January-March 2014).
• The 2012 work is recorded in government systems; Grupo Glorieta neglected to account for my work in 2014.
• Lorraine got me the work.
• I did one month at the end of 2013 with the computer technical group, mostly men, where I met Mark in the front row who I have mentioned talking with Lorraine about previously.
• Sitting next to him was a big ole muscle-head worth looking up.
• Sitting next to muscle-head, was another curious person, an older cowboy type.
• In fact, why not look the whole computer technician class up.
• They had asked one of the decent guys who sat alone to talk to me like I was an idiot; which he did after being a very nice person for a few classes. It was like he was on drugs. Perhaps they had spiked him.
• I guess this was meet and greet time, given the all clear at Fallas from dad probably, and supported by the Generalitat and government as all these classes were funded by the European Union.
• And then, as mentioned, during January-March just before I left for Lourdes in 2014, I did another class for them which I loved.
• Thank God for Mary.
• I think since Fallas, losing my job, and hidden traumas, I started to think about my first novel Life without the Liar which was about gang-rape and sex offending, without the porn connection which I was completely unaware of.
• It was also a book I dedicated to Bernadette, my aunt, and Bernadette my love at Lourdes.
• It was a healing book and I felt that Mary wanted me to write it, even when I didn’t; a bit like this one.
• She was setting it all up for us, wasn’t she, answering those prayers and there are a good few.

High at the Grupo Glorieta

• I was high at the centre, thinking loops about Domingo in the Autumn of 2014 (while preparing a class).
• I think I was high quite a lot there tbh without realizing it; low-level subtle drugging coupled with something online, or not.
• I remember being “happy” in an unusual way, high, abnormal, not joyful.

Teaching the judge and Benidorm’s chief of police Michal

• One of my classes - that Lorraine couldn’t do anymore, or didn’t want to, so she asked me to do it - was on a Tuesday night with a local judge (Luis.. can’t remember, I’ll remember, I found him online at one stage) who was Madrilenyo anyway (I believe) and moved from Denia a while back, and the literal chief of police at Benidorm’s policia nacional station who also no longer works there.
• His name was Michal.
• I taught this class until I left for Lourdes in March 2014.
• I taught the judge’s daughter along with Lorraine’s daughter (two motivated young girls) and another very grumpy boy.
• I’ll never forget that the Wolf of Wall Street was out and they’d all gone to see it and the judge’s daughter insisted she was gonna be just like Leonardo when she grew up (and I was thinking, wow, and then I remembered how we all wanted to be gangsta rappers at her age.. yes, the very ones who despised us) and it’s little wonder there’s so much opportunity for these porn-gang perverts.

Lorraine’s friend the policewoman from Manchester

• She was a little bit like Maggie Oliver.. told us she’d been left to police Toxteth on her own at night.
• Lorraine introduced me to her and asked me to do a class for the judge and the policeman where they could ask her questions about her life.
• We did this.
• She did something similar for a bunch of kids too. And at the end of that class she very specifically warned them never to do drugs.

Teaching Joe the piano

• I taught Lorraine’s son Joe the piano from 2013-2016 at Ricardo Ortega and Joan Fuster.
• He was eleven when he started.
• If Lorraine had known what was happening in my spy-cam networked apartments without my knowledge she would never have taken Joe to his piano lessons there.

The gays leave suddenly

• I am living in Dénia, in the Passeig Periodista Ramon Ortega apartment block.
• I invite friends over for dinner: Margaret who I met at the U3A, a British pensioner, and a gay couple who are ostensibly her friends rather than mine.
• Dandy is an English teacher who was working previously at the Javea school. I have completely forgotten the husband’s name unfortunately, but he was an anaesthetist at the local Dénia hospital.
• The husband is angry that night, very angry. It’s not really clear why but he keeps alluding to things related to it.
• They are moving from Dénia back to the UK. It is all very hurried. I wonder if that is why the husband is so angry.
• In one of his angry rants, he mentions Hazel Smith, and alcoholism. I wonder why.

Why did the anaethetist mention Hazel?

• This story includes many instances of voyeurism, secret camera footage, and the online hacking of laptop/phone cameras in Dénia and beyond.
• As I was collating the information related to what happened to me, including the possibility I had been targeted for blackmail with sex tapes, it seemed sensible to wonder if what made the gay couple up and leave so quickly, and be so angry and resentful about it, could be related.
• It was curious that he mentioned Hazel, and especially in relation to alcoholism, which was the story I had used to (apparently) detach myself from her.
• I have a vague memory of the anaethestist saying, furiously, something like, “she just took the keys!”
• Does Hazel live in their old house now?

In retrospect

• I now wonder if Hazel and Sandra Smith got their hands on my friend Margaret; a female pensioner living alone, a sitting duck maybe.
• I didn’t see Margaret for a while after the dinner, and when I finally went round to her house, she looked really unwell, dishevelled, whiter-haired, older. She told me she’d had a spell of despond but was feeling better.
• Margaret, a woman in her 80s, and disabled, was robust and strong, so I was shocked to see her looking so frail.
• Curiously, whenever I asked any of my British friends about Margaret over more recent years (2022-24), everyone said they didn’t know her, even people that had been very involved with the Help charity.
• Margaret and I used to volunteer at Dénia hospital as a volunteer pair for Help. We really enjoyed it.
• While we’re at it, how about Alf & Petra, other pensioner friends of mine from Dénia. Their name label is still on their flat postbox on the Avenida de Alcoi. They had been very active in the Moors & Christians fiestas.
• Enric told me A&P had gone back home to the UK but I can’t find any information about them anywhere.
• Strangely, as with Margaret, everyone, including the Javea Computer Club member list manager, said they didn’t know them when I asked after them, and they had been members of the JCC for a good few years.

Meeting Mercedes

• I met Mercedes, a woman in her 60s from Madrid, at the Orfeo de Dénia choir.
• I had been attending the choir twice a week.
• The choir master then, and today, is Klara Sarkadi.
• At some point, I believe it was on a choir trip, Mercedes starts telling me about how she is planning to study the piano at the conservatory.
• She tells me she studied piano when she was younger to a fairly high standard.
• It was a strange conversation on the bus and I got the feeling it was a set up conversation because she seemed to be angry with me somehow.
• The conservatory of Dénia is a public-funded music school. The students are mostly children and teenagers (minors), and a small number of adults, who study a range of instruments from beginner to advanced levels.
• I studied music for my first degree in 1991-1994 and I have played the piano since I was 5.
• I hadn’t played for 20 years at that time and I really wanted to play again.
• Mercedes promised to help me prepare for the entrance exam, which isn’t easy, and even more complicated for people who don’t understand Valenciano.
• We plan to apply for the next intake, 2014-15, for the first year of professional piano studies.
• We study together for the exam.
• She manages to get hold of the entrance exam paper which I can revise from.
• I never question her motives even though I, viscerally, don’t trust her.

Mercedes’ husband Miguel Angel

• I taught Mercedes husband, Miguel Angel, English for a short while before he became ill with lung cancer.
• He was fit and well at the time.
• Lung cancer is what Mercedes had told me he was sick with.
• I reported this to Klara Sarkadi also who asked about him one time.
• Whenever I went round, I often noticed he had been watching porn online as he sometimes opened those pages by accident on his computer.
• Miguel Angel has had lung cancer since 2014.
• Miguel Angel told me Mercedes was from a gypsy bloodline.
• Miguel Angel had been a rich business man or lawyer of some sort before he retired
• He told a story about how they had traveled to Valencia one year in the 70s and parked the car somewhere to have a meal, and when they got back to the car all their luggage had been stolen from the boot of the car.
• He was amazed they got in without a key, and closed the boot afterwards.

Boots opticians North Finchley

• I attend an appointment at Boots opticians in North Finchley around this time.
• I am concerned because I’m feeling like bright lights cause me a lot of trouble.
• I started to notice this on plane journeys away from Spain and back to the UK.
• I tell the opticians I’m worried about this as I literally cannot look at these lights - I have to cover my eyes - and it is very unusual to me because I never experienced this before.
• She tells me there’s nothing at all wrong with my eyes.

Flashbacks on an airplane over London

• This was strange.
• I was flying back to London one time this year and I remember, distinctly, looking down and having a very - what I only realized later - hallucinatory experience.
• We were flying over London and it was a clear day and I was looking down at the roads and houses, and it all looked like something I had seen out of the Alien films, like it’s spacecraft.
• It was so vivid, I told my mum London looked like something from the Alien.
• Now, I know, it was probably to do with some low level hallucinogen I was ingesting even back then; it was extremely trippy.
• I wonder if sedating rape-porn gangs were simply losing too many targets to heart attacks triggered by the panic of the attack and not consciously knowing what had happened - the body always knows. See, for example, my mum in 2016 or Cindy maybe.
• Did they decide to dose women and children up so as the body was relaxed during these horrible experiences, and not to murder them by accident and/or too quickly?

The British woman who refused to do porn

• Christine BJ introduces me to a woman who attends the Javea Computer Club.
• The woman had expressed a desire to get to know me after I wrote and published my book, The Liar, and had given a talk about self-publishing and shamanism at the club.
• I find out she is a course student.
• Incidentally, I ended up giving a more focussed talk about shamanism and a shamanic-journeying taster session somewhere in the Jalon Valley to a bunch of ex-pat Brits this year.
• The woman was in her 50s and lived in a squat with three aggressive dogs; the house was a mansion in the countryside near Pedreguer near where Zoe BJ’s family lives.
• She had A Course In Miracles set up on a stand in the middle of an enormous empty and bare living room where she told me she practiced every day.
• She was talking about doing spiritual retreats at the squat; I don’t remember much more about this but it seemed tricky in a venue without bare essentials.
• She cooked lunch using a gas canister.
• She told me she’d had a boyfriend, a younger man, a man that had caused her a lot of trouble.
• She told me he’d wanted her to do porn, and she had refused, and he’d gotten extremely angry with her.
• I didn’t pry. I had no idea it was a common occurrence for single foreign women living over here.
• I saw her again at the Javea Computer Club on one occasion I went back there in 2022, while I was being prepped for the switcheroo porn at the conservatory, soon to begin in earnest.
• She was on crutches.
• Is she the warning for a new woman as to what happens if you refuse to do porn for the porn gangs of Dénia and the Marina Alta?
• Was it essential I met this woman, so I’d know what to expect if I refused to do porn with the trumpet teacher who tried to meet me at Alicante airport after the conservatory porn live-streams had ended?
• Did they strip her of all her resources, financial and otherwise, leaving her homeless and vulnerable?
• Did they poison her with anti-freeze and pesticides, leaving her unable to walk after not so many years?
• Did she miraculously survive the poisoning because she’s a student of Jesus Christ?

Traveling back to UK at Christmas with Verity Sawyer

• Verity was a British woman who lived in the town and opened the sports centre there, Sawyer’s Gym, now Dénia Centro de Fitness.
• Verity was a good friend of Lorraine’s.
• When I met her, at Christmas, she explained she had had to sell her business and she was moving back to the UK. She didn’t explain why.
• We met in Muswell Hill where she was sharing a flat with a woman in some capacity.
• I met her and she told me she was suffering from depression.
• One link to online-stalking applications is that she had been hooked by the 11:11 thing and I take that now to mean she had been hacked and manipulated online by the usual crowd.
• When I got involved with Domingo the following year, I complained a little to Lorraine about what was happening, specifically about when I invited Domingo to my family home in London and how rude and obnoxious he had been, and she said, oh it sounds like what happened with Verity.