February 2022

Mary Magdalene’s Cave; the Sainte Baume Grotto

• I do a Transforming Touch intensive course online before leaving Lourdes.
• I then pack up the car and drive to the Sainte Baume grotto near Marseille.
• I hang out with the Dominicans, and some pilgrims, and the spirit of Mary Magdalene who spent her later life in meditation in a cave close to the retreat centre.
• It’s really beautiful; a special place.

• The area around Sainte Baume reminds me of India.
• Before I leave, I write a long prayer asking Mary Magdalene to get justice for Noah Donohoe and I leave it at one of her altars in the cave.

Isabel pilgrim

• A woman is staying there, she calls herself Isabel.
• She’s in her 60s, speaks a bunch of languages fluently, and looks gypsy.
• We speak a little but I don’t remember details just friendliness.
• In 2026, I meet her again at Sainte Baume.
• We are at the dinner table and she is being terribly rude to me. She’s angry with me actually, furious.
• I notice she doesn’t pay for dinner, she just walks straight in and when the man with the dinner list questions her she fires off a barrage of words and he looks exhausted and tells her to go in.
• I don’t remember her from 2022 until later.
• I see the priests telling her off, telling her she can’t do… whatever, get free meals I expect.
• Was this the woman tasked with adding substances to my toiletries at Sainte Baume so that the drugging can begin?
• I am terribly high on the road to Spain and I play my music very loudly (I rarely play music in the car, and not like I’m at a rave).
• This woman is so angry with me at dinner in 2026, raging in fact, she actually loses her mind so significantly she threatens to murder me.
• I’ll take you for a walk and show you paradise, she says.
• She’s been told to leave me alone, and she’s furious about it. Guilty.

The abomination of desolation in the holy place

• Could Isabel have set up something in this holy place, therefore mentioned in Daniel and Matthew?
• I don’t believe that happened, but you never know.

Moving back to Dénia

• I drive through France and down into Spain playing this song loud enough for the villages I pass to hear.

• I’m also speeding (way more than normal) and get told off by the French traffic control signs.
• I move to my new flat in Dénia: Carrer Furs 15, B1 Escalera 2 Piso 3 Apartamento 17, Dénia 03700 Alicante Spain.

One night in Barcelona

• Could this night, the stopover night before I take up permanent residence in Carrer Furs, have been a first “date”?
• If anyone cares to check where I stayed, it’ll be on my credit card or in my Hotels.com archived info.
• Wherever it was, there was a massive rave going on next door to the hotel and people coming and going and slamming doors at all hours.

My life in Dénia

• I’m working online. I work a lot.
• I am on Twitter constantly.
• I do yoga 3 times a week online in my flat.
• I go walking with the English ladies every Saturday in the local area.
• I might take a walk on my own along the beach or Las Rotas from time to time.
• I go shopping for food.
• Apart from this, I have no social life, I see no one, I’m very isolated.

Even more isolated today (written in late 2024)

• This remains the case even today when I am in Dénia.
• Even more so now as I am afraid to go out as I am usually followed and terrorized in some manner by local people who always seem to know exactly where I am or where I’m going to be as they have prepared themselves in some way to ambush me and terrorize me. It’s extraordinary.
• You would only have to take a walk with me into town to see the reactions of people and understand that many people I’ve never met know exactly who I am, and not in a good way.

• I often feel unwell in my apartment, nauseated and tired.
• My regular eye tests start to show high eye pressure, something I - or anyone in my family - have never suffered from before and I’m asked to go in regularly to the opticians to have it checked out as it’s apparently dangerous.

Aqualia

• To set myself up as the bill-payer for the water at Carrer Furs, I go along to the Aqualia office in person.
• I’m dealt with by a man who is Vicente’s male friend he introduced me to in 2009.
• I’m sure he recognizes me but he doesn’t acknowledge me.
• I have forgotten his name and my Spanish hasn’t cranked up sufficiently to launch into a conversation with him so I also do not acknowledge him.

One of my thousands of letters asking for help

• In late 2024 when I was obviously being poisoned at my home and it looked very much like through the mains water connections, I wrote to Aqualia to inform them of this, and to ask them to come and check the mains water connection as I believed it had been tampered with.
• This was one of the emails I have since lost after my gmail account was inexplicably shut down in January 2026 when I was back in North London - I assume by criminal gangs with full admin access to my devices from the home network at 31.
• Furthermore, I made multiple backups of all these emails on hard disk, and these have become inaccessible too!
• Most likely, law enforcement will have kept copies of everything, so I’m not that worried.
• If I come across this in the meantime, I will add it and let you know.