2013

Daniel

• I attend a Tensegrity workshop run by my friend (?) Elke Kopmann.
• It takes place in the Hostal Loreto which used to be a convent and has a function room at the back - did I tell you this was the first place I stayed at when I visited the town in 2006. I dreamt of the nuns coming in and out of my room all night. They were curious and peaceful but I didn’t get much sleep! I wonder if that’s indicative of something…
• A man on the course invites me for coffee afterwards.
• He calls himself Fabian, I remembered him as Daniel.
• I think I initially decline, but he talks me into it somehow and I’m terribly polite so don’t want to offend, some variation of that scam.
• We have coffee in the bar outside.
• He offers me a lift home.
• I refuse, I only live five minutes walk away.
• He’s asking and asking.
• Next thing I know, I’m in the car and he’s driving me home and he’s going around in circles, as if he’s lost.
• I tell him not to worry, Dénia has complicated roads and it’s easy to get lost if you don’t know the town.
• I didn’t ask where the man lived and assumed he must be from out of town.
• I explain to him where I live; well, I tell him he can let me out somewhere near my house and I’ll walk and he does.
• He ends up giving me a lift for about fifty metres.
• In March 2026 in Lourdes, I remember I had been sedated by him - the coffee maybe - and came to in his car, sitting bolt upright in the passenger’s seat, while he had been driving around in circles waiting for me to gain consciousness.
• He wasn’t able to look me in the eye.
• I remembered something else too.
• I remember walking towards the football stadium in Las Marinas from the car park, a man walking past us put his face up to the sky with a strange expression.
• And I remember being in the changing rooms, and the man Fabian or Daniel was sitting on a bench filming in my direction, and looking avidly at his phone while doing it.
• I wrote about the memory as it came up: https://x.com/1FRGVN/status/2040874864341594376.

• The memory was triggered after on-street drugging in Lourdes in April 2026.
• It came back-to-back with visions of a spectacular wedding dress and the feeling that Mary was all around me, sparkling.
• Eventually I decided that that too had been a valid vision and created what I saw and posted it.

• I wonder if this is was a set up memory of Antonio, and whether the battering I was undergoing from Joy (the spy-intuitive program) and others throughout the winter of 2026 included triggering this memory.
• It may or may not be him.
• One of the salmon mousses’ main goals has been to exclude the gypsies by any means necessary and the lies they’ve told for that purpose have been colossal.
• Did they ask the Lopez Cano’s for something they thought they could effectively use against us?
• Daniel, or Fabian, or whatever he called himself was wearing a fisherman’s hat that day.
• Incidentally, Paul van Gelder was wearing exactly the same sort of hat the night myself and Domingo Lopez Cano met him at a gig in a pub on Highgate Hill, which my brother was also at, the weekend Domingo visited in 2014.
• Somehow, the mousses found out what the hat looked like - because I had not described it well - and they used the information incessantly over May-July 2026 (Air France, Beijing airport, Loka Yoga Snoopy videos) while trying to convince me they were Israeli and not American.
• As for the event itself, it doesn’t matter.
• Only God matters.

Promoting The Liar

• I publish my book The Liar in April.
• I immediately start trying to promote it online.
• I open a Twitter account for this purpose.
• Richard Freed’s dad follows me on it.
• I must understand it’s his dad by the profile messages and the profile picture appears to be of one of Richard’s two brothers on a horse playing polo.
• The man on the horse looked very like Richard.
• I never met his dad, or any of his family for that matter, so I assume Richard must have told him about my book.
• I told Rich about this that summer in Thailand because it was bit weird.
• He said nothing.

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 (time-of-writing: 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 believe that something sinister happened when he visited; 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.
• I believe he met Domingo Lopez Cano at this time and in this context.
• 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.

Anja and Anis visit

• Anja Zoll-Khan, a friend from university (Middlesex in 1991-1994), is visiting the area and wants to meet up because her husband Anis and her are looking at properties.
• I haven’t seen Anja for decades. I think we connected on social media.
• They’re originally both from Leeds in Yorkshire.
• Anja is half-German and her father is/was a famous concert pianist.
• Anis is of Pakistani Islamic heritage and a bit shady.
• Incidentally, Anja’s brother went full Islamicist as some point.
• I think the communities up there really merged, or one consumed the other rather…
• Anis received an insurance payout after a heart attack, they tell me, so they’re going to buy a flat and they’re looking around Altea and Calpe, I think.
• Anja tells me they saw a couple of places, but they don’t look in Dénia.
• They are staying in Altea but I don’t know if I ever knew exactly where they stayed; was it a hotel, AirBnB, with friends? I don’t think I ever had that information.
• I remember being on the little train with them both, except I can’t remember in which direction it was going.
• I don’t remember where we met either.
• Did they meet me in Dénia? It’s hazy but if we were on the little train together, it seems like we must have been in Dénia together at some point but I do not remember being there with them.
• I do have the sensation of getting up to get off the train and there suddenly being a lot of tall Spanish men around us.
• The following day I met Anja on her own in Altea and I believe I got the train up myself alone.
• I met her at the station.
• Anis was doing something else that day.
• They never bought a property out there.
• Could the porn-audience have been as excited as my dad had been, telling my cousin Igor he has to visit Katie’s flat in Dénia, something amazing happens there?
• Did news get round to men online who know me really quickly?
• Incidentally, the snickering Yorkshiremen that sat next to and behind me on the bus from Valencia in September 2023 after I had left the monk at the airport were staying in Altea.
• Anja contacts me again in, I believe, May 2024 after Bali to tell me Anis has died.
• I tell her at that time I’ve been targeted by gitano porn-gangs in Spain.

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 she was part of early tests for new self-harming porn-genres.

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 two-weeks work in 2013 is recorded in government systems but the Grupo Glorieta neglected to account for my twelve weeks period of work in 2014.
• Lorraine got me the job.
• 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.

The snickering Russian boys

• I took a class no more than twice, I believe I was covering for Lorraine.
• Two Russian boys.
• They were unbelievably rude to me, and snickering, all the way through the class.
• The sort of snicker that makes you wonder thinking back.
• I remember the parents were particularly rough-looking.
• Could the dad have even been possum man?

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 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.
• I think Lorraine may have been aware of it too.

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 out of Dénia 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 also 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.
• Did these two have special invitations to back-at-mine-while-I’m-asleep in Ricardo Ortega?

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.

Seeing Richard in Thailand that summer

• Every summer I head to Thailand to detox.
• This year I go to Koh Phangan and Richard Freed is there at the same time.
• We attend a re-birthing workshop with Stella.
• Richard has invited me to go along with him.
• I try to avoid the “healers” at the Sanctuary or Koh Phangan because I find them extremely predatory, but because he’s going too, I agree.
• Stella is doing things for Loka Yoga in 2026 - I guess they must have been surprised I remembered her and more especially that I was with Richard at the time.
• In Bali, I find out that Stella knows Natalia; another woman the porn-gangs were targeting at the same time as me during 2014-2016.
• Stella knew Natalia when she was senior assistant at the ashtanga centre in Euston just before she moved to Spain, and I believe Stella introduced Natalia to Domingo Lopez Cano.
• I’m experiencing pain and blockages in my neck during the re-birthing session, and when she comes over she makes a bold assumption before I’ve told her anything that whatever I’m experiencing is in my womb/genital region - which I thought odd.
• I find Stella cold.
• I bumped into her once alone and she trilled at me rather than saying hi, or whatever friendly greeting she might have been able to muster up instead.
• Was Stella finding sensitive candidates for Richard Freed et al. to send to Spain as porn-fodder for undercover CIA monitoring?

Richard Freed says Jitendra Das is a rapist

• We’re back in Samui at the Spa restaurant.
• Richard and I are having something to eat and a chat.
• I mention briefly the “yoga teacher” in Rishikesh (meaning Jitendra Das) and Rich says, Oh you mean the rapist!
• It’s so incongruous and shocking - I never told anyone he was a rapist, I didn’t think it myself.
• I laugh nervously, wondering if Richard knows something about Jitendra that I don’t.

Richard’s American friend

• An American man - good looking, blond hair - is in Lamai every year hanging around the fasting centres.
• He gives trauma therapy of some description from his hut in the Rose Garden where he usually lives.
• He’s one of the multiple predatory “healers” feeding off the clientele that always gave me the heebie-jeebies.
• Richard tells me the two of them are about to visit the “sex cult ashram” together - his words - Agama yoga on Koh Phangan; now infamous.
• He told me about the guru and how female students often end up having sex with him.
• He didn’t say why the two of them wanted to go exactly. It seemed peculiar they would go together.
• They only went for a few days too.
• Did he say it was for research?
• Incidentally, my brother had a “healing” with the American on our first visit together in 2008, I believe.
• Robert didn’t say much about the experience, but I know he shared some stuff with the man about women, including his first breakup with, coincidentally maybe, a woman called Stella.
• When we got back from Thailand the second time, when our relationship had broken down irrecoverably after the incident with the woman tasked with coming back to his room and poisoning his mind about me - not after he was raped, that was his next visit and I wasn’t really with him that time - he would go off into town regularly, I took him to the tube once, he was being secretive about it, but he said he was going to Kings Cross or Euston.
• Had his “friends” in Samui told him about somewhere to go down there?
• Whatever he was doing it’d be quite near the ashtanga yoga studio.

Richard Freed has info on Ibizan fashions

• He would say random things to me about stuff.
• One memorable remark was about the young women who go to Ibiza to party every summer.
• They’re wearing bikinis and cowboy boots now, he told me in a fairly disgusted tone.
• I guess he must have been there himself, and recently.

Is anyone getting a…

• …distinctly, new-agers especially the females exist only for our sick purposes and will be thrown to the wolves, vibe with all this?

Richard recommends hot yoga, Taryn and Michelle Gordon are there

• Richard did a YTT with the hot yoga, rapist guru Bikram Choudhary in the Bahamas or somewhere in the Caribbean, maybe in 2006/2007 or so.
• From what Richard told me it sounded like he’d been treated really badly on the course and he ended up leaving early and eventually getting his money back.
• Richard was recommending hot yoga at the time, and we were often talking about yoga sex cults and things like this, as I remember.
• This was also a conversation I used to have a lot with Zoe BJ, incidentally.
• I decided I’d give it a go and went to a class in Old Street which Richard had recommended - I believe this was June 2010 after I got back from India and the month-long porn-shoot with Jitendra Das.
• A woman who looked and sounded exactly like Taryn from Loka Yoga was the teacher.
• In Bali in July 2026, I told Taryn she reminded me of this woman and she had said, quickly and forcefully - a bit too forcefully perhaps - I wish! I’d love to live in London!
• So I figured it wasn’t her. I thought the woman had been much shorter to be fair.
• Could they have been one and the same?
• Anyway, at that yoga class in Old Street was Michelle Gordon, an old school friend from Christ Church North Finchley working for Deutsche Bank at the time, I believe.
• In fact, it might have been Michelle who invited me to the class, not Richard. It’s so long ago those details are lost to me, but I know Richard and I chatted about the venue and my experience of hot yoga - I didn’t like it at all and only went once.
• Michelle Gordon and I met after class and had a coffee and a chat. I hadn’t seen her since the 80s at school, and I never saw her again off Facebook until 2025, fifteen years later.
• And then Michelle became extremely interested me on Facebook at the moment everything was kicking off in November 2024, and we even met one Sunday in town at the end of February 2025 and went to the Dorchester (it was her idea to go in there, was she on expenses?).
• I have a pic of that in here and I tweeted about it too: https://x.com/1FRGVN/status/1893977787649696063.
• Suella Braverman was there that afternoon having tea.
• We met another time shortly after that when I visited her at her home in Cheshunt; possibly in late March or April, maybe May, it was a beautiful Sunday and we went walking in Lee Valley.
• On that visit, Michelle and I were walking and - this was when I had started to notice agents everywhere I went in the UK - a woman (American spy dress) walks past us and does the we don’t like her frown at Michelle as we walk by.
• When I saw Michelle Gordon those two times, she was always talking about how she’d been on the phone with Karen Townsend that morning, another old school friend but possibly connected to North London’s finest.
• I told Michelle about the spy-cam porn epidemic and how it had been running from my apartment in Spain and was in schools, hotels, everywhere over there.
• She changed the subject.
• We also spoke about Jennifer Regnet, our shared classmate and a best friend of mine from East Finchley for years - we went to primary school together.
• Jen became a woman with A LOT of money, and a sexual trauma history, and seemed to always be getting into relationships with scammers. Michelle seemed to know a fair bit about the latest scammer situation on the South coast of England.
• I did wonder about Michelle. She seemed to be being gossiping about Jen and nosey about me, rather than genuinely concerned; yet another not-uncommon (for me) disinterested reaction to horror that implies involvement.
• And then I never hear from her again.

Michelle’s curious interest in Steve Terrell

• Oh, one thing she did say at the Dorchester to me which was extraordinary was about Steve.
• I told her I was doing the trauma therapy with him and she started to say… you know Kate, I’ve got a feeling about this Steve, I think he’s the one, this Steeee-ve (emphasized) and she kept on doing that at regular intervals. It was weird.
• She went on and on like that, I said, but what about my gypsy trumpeter? But she didn’t want to know about him (my mind was confused about it all still so I wouldn’t have had a great deal to say anyway), but then off she went on about Steve again, having never met the man.
• When I saw her again, she did the same.
• She had always been a wind-up like that at school, so I just thought she was just being Michelle, but it was still weird nevertheless.
• Did someone tell her to say those things about Steve? It was like she was trying to get me to decide he was romantically interesting, which I never did, although I was having foreign thoughts with that theme all the time!
• I got a bit annoyed with her and eventually told her at the Dorchester bar about how he’d roared with laughter when I told him I was an unwitting porn star a month before, and then how later on he’d implied he had a large penis as if that was something interesting, and how I was totally unimpressed with him because of it.
• It didn’t deter her though, and then when I saw her the next time, she kept on about Steeeee-ve.
• Who told her to go on like this at me?

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 (this is not his name, I wrote this so long ago when I was concerned about other people’s privacy - probably in November 2024) 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 after she had tried to kill me.
• 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.