January 2021

Chronicle Software

• I get a lovely lucrative contract with a company Chronicle Software.
• It’s Java-based, and I’m delighted to be working in the code again.
• I’m hired to rewrite their tutorials which are out of date and full of bugs.
• I do a really good job, as usual, and they cannot deny it.
• Four weeks after starting, I’m told that my day rate is too high and they are not going to honor it.
• They want to give me a pay cut of more than 30%.
• Of course I leave.
• It’s outrageous and I do not understand it.
• I got on with everyone, it was a lovely job.
• Again, something else is going on.
• Chronicle Software is a company in the same high-frequency trading space that Adaptive and many crypto firms I worked with belong in.
• Java programming is a small world, getting smaller.
• In 2025, I think they had heard about my growing infamy, on the grapevine, and were literally just curious about me.
• They hired me for a bit, satisfied their curiosity, and got rid of me.
• Well you wouldn’t want me hanging around if you knew murderous gitano porn-gangs had me in their sights, would you.

An alternative motive

• Given what was coming up for me had been in planning for decades, and given the very lucrative tech-bro porn-addict market which I was centred in professionally, there is another potential motive for this ridiculous contract.
• Perhaps Chronicle were tasked with assessing my tech skills and understanding, to check if I would notice the most obvious scam at Qredo.
• Their close contacts in the industry, such as Adaptive, never bothered to give me any actual work, or talk to or treat me like a human being, so they would have assumed I was an idiot.
• Did Chronicle spend three weeks assessing whether or not I really was an idiot, and report back that I was, just like every female-tech-colleague?
• Does the tech-bro-porn-addict’s hatred blind him to the truth?
• Hatred blinds completely.
• Has the tech-bro hatred of women broken all boundaries to justify the most outrageous evil towards innocent people, and no-one that can do anything about it cares?

Training

• As soon as I was living in Lourdes, training commenced.
• There were multiple threads:
  1. Porn-gang manipulation through tailored social media, search results, manipulated travel and decision making, conspiratorial work contracts, and drugging and poisoning in my food, water and toiletries probably from as early as March of this year.
  2. Porn-gang training through US TV special, Mad Men, which was hackingly decorated with actual gay porn with the main main popping up somehow on my social media or search results. Interesting and extremely unappealing. In fact, I couldn’t watch much of this repeated woman-humiliating lifetime spree it was so awful.
  3. On one occasion the main man from Mad Men was mentioned as being “greasy” on my hacked social media which is a direct reference to something I told one of Ugly’s mates and switcheroo trumpet-teachers at the bar in Amsterdam in 2001.
  4. Spy training through French crime TV special, Le Bureau. This show was amazing, albeit a bit French from time to time with excessive and unnecessary sex, and some obvious (euphemistic) paranoid nonsense too.
  5. Spiritual training through Israeli TV special, Shtisel. I loved this show so much.
  6. Spiritual training from Mary and her angels, all day every day.

A dream

• I had an interesting dream shortly after my aunt Mairead died.
• A cherub - that reminded me of something in Dénia, and I even went looking for it when I moved back - flew in through the door and picked me up in its arms and we flew over to the rock at Massabielle and went inside.
• There were cherubs sitting in a circle and I was brought into the circle and I sat very closely to the cherub who had picked me up, who reminded me of a girl I went to school with, Fiona.
• But the cherub’s face wasn’t like Fiona’s at all, but for some reason it reminded me of her.
• And then the boss came, Archangel Michael, and he was like an enormous … I don’t have words really … and I was so scared I started crying and the cherub comforted me.
• On Deso, I said it had felt like a job interview, and it had somehow.

• From that moment, I knew Archangel Michael as the boss.
• I even told Sandra Diaz about this dream, and I now go to the rock to pay respect as much as possible whenever I am in Lourdes.
• I had thought that there were paintings of cherubs just like the one who whisked me off in one of the churches in Dénia, and in 2022 I went to look for them, but there weren’t any.
• When I did the detox in Glastonbury in 2022, the female host was called Fiona, and I thought maybe the dream was something to do with her, but that really didn’t make any sense.
• You know, I wonder, could Hazel Smith’s real name be Fiona?
• Or is it the name of the woman who heads up the global long-game investigation that’s finally about to…?