2020

• I live in Belfast City Centre in the Obel Tower.
• I have a lot of work, especially during Covid.
• I work to distract myself as I’m suffering from depression and anxiety.
• I work three jobs sometimes.
• I don’t like Belfast. It’s a very harsh environment for me.
• And, I was targeted by Belfast-based criminal gangs even before the moment I arrived, which set the tone for my whole time there.
• I realize I need to give back, to help others who have had similar childhood experiences to mine.
• I start volunteering with Childline and find out about trans ideology and the sterilization and mutilation of children.
• I am utterly horrified!
• I realize that if I had been born 30 years later, I would have sought comfort in trans ideology and the belief I didn’t have to be female anymore after serious and repeated sexual abuse.
• I’m only onsite at Childline in Belfast for a short while before we have another covid lock-down and the NSPCC set up their systems so we can all work from home.
• I end up volunteering for Childline online for about 2.5 years.
• Criminal gangs of Belfast, Dénia, North London, and goodness knows elsewhere attend, via my hacked routers and laptops, every single counselling session I work!
• Perhaps this is one of the ways they field for and subsequently harvest their self-harming, mostly female, minor-child porn-victims, ready for hacking and filming with their new online friends; subsequently streamed to millions of sick subscribers around the world.
• I tentatively join Twitter at one point in 2021 to keep up with the news around what’s happening to children in the UK, but I get worried about being targeted by violent and aggressive men, and so I delete my account.

Targeted by online scammers

• Before I even arrive in Belfast, I fall into the clutches of an extraordinarily unpleasant company Key 1 Properties.
• The company is run by a wild man; Mark, and his family.
• The website has changed since 2020, and the street address for the business has also changed.
• No doubt online manipulation drew me into their clutches.
• I’m completely alone now, ripe for the pickings.
• I find them on Hotels.com, they’re also advertising on AirBnB and similar.
• I book a flat to stay in for two weeks in December 2019 while I’m looking for permanent accommodation.
• It’s the only option coming up.
• I could find nothing else in the whole city.
• I end up having to pay them directly, i.e. outside the website, which is why their scam is successful.
• The property is an upstairs apartment on Ravenhill Court and may have been the scene of a horrific violent murder in the past.
• As I drive up, I see a black male coming out of the front door. I see him again on the street when I look out of the window later on.
• There is a bottle of whisky in the kitchen cupboard and the house stinks of smoke.
• I specifically requested non-smoking.
• The apartment has security cameras all over the place; in the kitchen and bedroom, probably bathroom too.
• I didn’t know what these items were at the time.
• I only realized what they were in retrospect when I bought some myself to use in the Obel Tower.
• I’m very uneasy; I have a terrible night in dread and fear, a living nightmare, without sleep, and I leave the following morning.
• I sleep next to an open window because of the stink of tobacco.
• My car was keyed while parked outside that night.
• The company insists they will not refund me; they are wild and rude; the sort of people that talk to you in a way that sounds like they only speak to people who are frightened of them.
• I do get some of my money back as I paid a chunk by credit card.
• I attempt to take them to small claims for the rest but they bully and threaten me so much I give up.
• They have a woman who apparently cleans for them lie - in writing - about the smell of smoke, and other things.
• It was overwhelming.
• It went on for months and I felt threatened and vulnerable.
• When I research them online, I find out that they are very likely a criminal gang; I read complaints just like mine; he’s apparently driving around in a Ferrari; that sort of thing.
• I speak to my mother on the phone. I explain everything that has happened with these people. It’s as if I had said nothing at all. She completely ignores me.
• The gangs will have been listening, noting her lack of interesting, assuring themselves even further that I am a worthy target and no-one will ever help me.
• Did I see this Mark at a property I viewed a week later?
• This is the first moment I feel like I have ants all over me and I cannot get them off.
• I will feel this way until August 14^th 2025.

Finding a flat in Belfast

• After the Key One drama, I stay for two weeks at the Marriott in Belfast.
• The experience with Key One was traumatizing, and I’m stressed and anxious.
• While I’m at the Marriott, I look for a rental property.
• Again, looking back, it seems I’m lured to places online.
• A curious incident occurs at the first apartment I look at.
• A man shows me around the upstairs flat.
• As we’re coming out of the apartment, a small black-haired wiry man who gives me a bad feeling is coming out of the opposite apartment.
• He is with a scantily clad woman and he seems to be controlling her somehow.
• Is he Mark from Key One?
• I always thought something was weird about that; timed, staged.
• I eventually rent an apartment at the Obel Tower.
• The people are so desperate I rent the first one I looked at, they lower the rent, in a landlord’s market.
• It turns out all the apartments in the Obel Tower are accessible by anyone and everyone.
• There is a bunch of skeleton keys that the caretakers have that open every single apartment in the building.
• The caretakers are mostly rough Belfast men and on the make constantly.
• For example, they rent out my parking space while I’m away to a visitor without asking me and I’ve nowhere to park when I arrive home from holiday.
• It’s not possible to secure your apartment from the inside. Anyone with a skeleton key could enter at any time.
• Apparently this is health and safety now! Not for women.
• (My apartment in Lourdes in 2021 is exactly the same.)
• I am very uneasy the whole time I live there.
• I have a feeling people are entering my flat without my knowledge.
• I even sleep with a knife close by because I’m so convinced I’m in danger.
• I kid you not. I even tweeted about that.
• Could the Key One Property drama be the outrageous and traumatic event they set up to explain an otherwise inexplicable fear and anxiety (just like the conservatory bullying) whereas the stress is actually instead coming regular sedation after going to sleep and men entering my apartment without my knowledge?
• Just like Dénia in 2013-2016 and likely before; Carrer Furs still to come?
• Are remote-control sedating mechanisms placed in my bedroom by men who manage the building, or gangs that pay those men handsomely for access to the keys?
• Is the whole building used to live-stream spy-cam sedated rape porn of single vulnerable women?
• Could it be possible?
• Or could it have become possible after my arrival, given my history and the risks and resources criminal gangs were willing to take and spend on me and no doubt multiple others just like me?

The Obel Tower Facebook group and it’s pornographer members

• One of the residents, an apartment owner, set up a Facebook group for residents of the tower while we were in one of the lock-downs.
• I joined.
• I was a bit horrified to notice men in the group claiming they were making porn from the apartments.
• I wasn’t sure if they were just being idiots, or telling the truth.
• Perhaps it was everyone vulnerable’s apartments they were making porn from.

Transforming Touch

• I begin my trauma therapy study and practice with Stephen Terrell from Austin Texas.
• When I was on my knees in January 2019, I prayed to Mary for help, and somehow I came across Steve’s website.
• I watched a few videos and listened to some lectures.

• Something resonated strongly.
• I noticed the picture of Bernadette behind his desk in his office.
• My intuition was screaming at me that he could help me, and so I reached out to him.
• He said he wasn’t able to take me on as a client as he was too busy, and in Texas, but instead he suggested I attend his courses and learn about the practice.
• I waited a year to attend the course and this is why, ostensibly, I moved to Ireland.
• I attend the first in-person course in Cork Ireland in February.

Healings, past and future

• About 75 people, professional therapists and others, turned up for that first course in Cork.
• At the end of the first day, Steve told us we may dream about him that night.
• I thought he was joking, but perhaps his little voice told him to say that.
• I did dream of Steve that night.
• Well, I heard his voice commenting a few times in my dream.
• I had two dreams, one of the past and one of the future.
• In the first, I am pre-verbal, about one-year-old, and I’m practicing walking in the kitchen by hanging onto the cupboard doors and drawers and pulling myself around.
• My aunt Patricia is looking after me and my cousin Leah.
• I’m not sure where my mother is; she’s not in the house.
• Suddenly, from behind, hands grab my throat and start to squeeze.
• I can’t breathe or speak and I’m terrified.
• I don’t know who is behind me.
• My aunt’s voice says from behind, “Oh look, someone’s throttling you Katie”.
• My cousin is going ballistic, screaming and crying.
• Steve’s voice says; “mom, mom”; and I took this to mean that my aunt was “getting my mother back” for some offense.
• I wake a little, back in Cork, shocked and sweating.
• I take a few deep breaths and fall back to sleep again.
• It is my wedding day, except, I’m looking at myself through the eyes of the groom.
• We are outside. It is spring time and we are among a semi-circle of trees.
• It’s a Mediterranean setting; a happy and joyous occasion.

• I wake up.
• God gave me a joyful and hopeful vision to ease the sudden realization that I had been silenced in the most appalling manner from nearly the beginning of my life.
• Whoever my husband to be is in the vision, I am in his head looking out at myself.
• Does this signify a Holy Relationship as per A Course In Miracles.
• I believe so.
• Sometimes prophetic dreams do come true, and sometimes even in ways wondrously unimaginable by mere mortals.
• I tweet about this dream in November 2023.

• It’s likely I’m being stalked online by my cousin Leah at that time, at the request of North London criminal-gangs connected to Spain who are panicking along with the Spanish at my refusal to stop attending classes at the conservatory.

• I have been attending these courses around three times a year since 2020 and I am now a qualified practitioner.
• It is curious that I didn’t see Steve in person again until just a few days after teachers and staff at the conservatory of Dénia set up my ‘funeral’ in the attempt to give me a reason for intense anxiety after sedated sexual abuse at my home.
• At that training, in June 2023, I was utterly traumatized, completely shattered; everyone noticed.
• Yet, again, Steve’s work brought me back to a center of resilience and strength so I could go on.
• I didn’t know at the time, but I had been being sedated and gang-raped repeatedly at my home for months on end, if not for over a year, and two days before seeing Steve that afternoon would have been one of those times.
• I even told Gerardine, one of the TT facilitators and practitioners, that I had poo-ed myself while sleeping recently; the first time in my life.
• Sedated sodomy never occurred to me.
• I told Robin too, another practitioner.
• The night this happened was a Monday night after chamber music classes; the night the trumpet teacher had called to say there’d be a double session.
• Perhaps the whole switcheroo team turned up that night at Carrer Furs, live-streamed to the town, to my tech-colleagues, and to a world-of-perverts.
• Perhaps dad paid for a private viewing of it at the Red Lion in a back room.
• I give all my therapists full permission to divulge anything and everything I have told them that might help the women and children of the Marina Alta region and beyond.
• The Transforming Touch practice has given me the support and strength I needed to survive years, maybe decades, of criminally vicious attacks on my physical, psychological, emotional, and sexual wellbeing at the hands of the people of Dénia, including teachers and staff at the conservatory, and others.

End of December 2020

• I move to Lourdes in France.
• I am working as a contractor and full time technical writer for web3 software companies.
• I’m still working multiple jobs to distract myself from depression.
• My dad is supposed to visit me in Dublin for Christmas.
• Ireland locks-down again for covid the day he travels and he cannot come.
• I’m relieved about that for some reason.
• Did the people at the Red Lion tell him to visit me again?
• It was his idea to visit, like before.