June 2022

Walking and health

• I go walking every weekend; with the English ladies on Saturdays and then on Sundays I might go for a walk on my own.
• Whenever I walk, I notice my fingers swell up.
• I know this is kidney-health related.
• I’m nauseated often in my apartment. I don’t know why but I have experienced substantial vomiting fits which are a bit inexplicable.
• I wonder if maybe the refrigerator is so old it is leaking bacteria onto my food.
• My eyes are tired and my sight is often blurry.

Meeting Zoe and Marie while walking

• One Saturday afternoon, I bump into an old friend I haven’t seen in years while walking along Las Rotas, Zoe Braganza Jones.
• She is with her Liverpudlian friend Marie (Henderson maybe).
• Zoe tells me that Lorraine Blackbourn committed suicide.
• I’m devastated.
• I thought Lorraine had died from illness.
• “Her daughter found her”, Zoe kept mentioning.
• I had no idea my every move was being tracked at that time, but now it seems sensible to assume that meeting, like every meeting I had, was set up by Hazel Smith and the Cano-Lopez family.
• I recall seeing Zoe BJ, in another finely-tuned choreographic moment, in 2014 while I’m waiting for Domingo in the car outside my apartment in Joan Fuster.
• When things go really bad for me, and the Cano-Lopez’s make no attempt to hide the fact they are trying to murder me, I reach out to Zoe and Marie online repeatedly.
• They ignore me.
• As time goes by, I realize every tiny interaction I have had with these people should be under scrutiny.
• I write a detailed and non-exhaustive list of curious events I remember about Zoe and her mother.
• This particular meeting is also extremely interesting.
• Firstly, I failed to recognize Marie initially even though I knew her well and had seen her often.
• And Marie was with a man who I initially mistook for Luke, Zoe’s brother.
• This is very curious because the man looked nothing like Luke - I found out a little later while walking with them - but he was holding the same type of dog Luke used to always have with him, and he was the same build and height… so contextually I mistook him for Luke.
• I even asked Zoe, is that man your brother Luke?
• I take all this to be firm proof that I had already been successfully brain damaged to the extent that my function of recognizing objects in-and-out-of-context was severely impaired; the conservatory switcheroo porn requirement.
• I’m guessing Zoe and Marie will have reported a positive on the brain damage to their porn-gang bosses immediately.
• I say goodbye and they walk off, but I catch up with them as I walk back.
• Zoe tells me about her cousin being beheaded and how she wrote a book about it; Alessandra confirms this in a somewhat exhausted manner when I meet her and Paul in late 2023.
• I then catch up with Marie and the white man she’s with who is from Northern Ireland; the man I mistook for Luke, a brown man.
• I realize who Marie is because of her Liverpool accent and I apologize for not recognizing her previously.
• We chat a while.
• She tells me her older daughter is now working at the English Studio, Lorraine’s business, for Lorraine’s trans-identified daughter (she says son) Jayden, and that she has an official contract.
• I congratulate her.

Preparing for the conservatory audition

• The head of studies, Jaume Signes, a trumpet teacher, allows me to use his room, the trumpet teaching room, room 6, every day to practice my pieces for the audition.
• One day Gloria, one of the receptionists, tells me I cannot use the trumpet teaching room I’ve been using as it’s busy, but there is a room free upstairs instead.

Maria and Domingo

• I go upstairs.
• Maria Hontanilla, my piano teacher from 2015-16, is standing outside a piano room.
• We meet and say hello.
• While Maria and I are talking, Domingo comes up the stairs. Two young female students are with him; minors of about 12 or 13 years old.
• It’s all very contrived and set up.
• Domingo goes to talk to Maria and leaves the students to talk to me. They are behaving oddly.
• They are flushed and nervous, giggly and excited when I speak to them.
• This is not the only time I see girls behaving like this.
• I call it ‘whipped up into a frenzy’ when I’m chatting with the hackers online in 2024.
• It was always weird and, now, it is extremely concerning.

Excited and nervous females

• In 2024, as I am having a close and intimate chat with the criminal gangs online I realize this is exactly how I used to feel in class at the conservatory with the trumpet teacher, and at other times too.
• Nervous, anxious, flushed, heart-racing, confused, sexually aroused.
• It’s around this time I start to realize the full extent of the clandestine drugging I was a victim of.

• Domingo leaves without speaking to me.
• Maria offers to help me with the audition and at some point suggests she is my teacher.
• It’s all a bit contrived but I agree.
• We chat a short while and she says we must go out for coffee sometime.
• I say yes of course.
• She says, “or two, or three, or four”, and laughs.
• I have no idea why she is saying this.
• We never go out for coffee.

Gloria and the effects of poisoning

Gloria the receptionist

• Gloria was instrumental in tormenting me throughout the stalking while I was going to classes at the conservatory.
• She was always angry with me for reasons I could only guess at.
• I strongly suspected that Domingo had told her some lie about me, perhaps that I had said something derogatory about her. Her attitude towards me had always been inexplicably hateful.
• Unsurprisingly, she seemed to be absolutely delighted at some of the nastier things I experienced.
• As the cyber-stalking progressed, and I came in to the conservatory for classes or to practice, she was always making some reaction to me; often related to something I had posted on Twitter, or she was reading some “significant” book, or leaving something “significant” open on her desk for me to see whenever I picked up a piano room key or brought it back after practicing.
• It was boring and unimaginative. However, given I was also being drugged and poisoned without my knowledge, and given that the effects of continuous bullying became psychologically overwhelming, everything teachers and staff did to upset me had a sort of negatively exaggerated effect, as you might imagine it would.
• At the original time of writing this particular admonition - November 2024 in Bangkok - Gloria was listed as the representative of highly sensitive people on the conservatory website: Representante del PAS: https://portal.edu.gva.es/conservatoridenia/es/centro/organigrama/
• Well, I looked this up at the time and the definition of ‘PAS’ came up, specifically, as the “representative of highly sensitive people”.
• I was horrified, of course.

• However, I believe now that being led to this particular erroneous definition was due to constant online interference which was rather intense at that time.
• I was also still being adversely affected by the toxicity in my apartment that I absorbed during the last couple of weeks of October 2024 when I got back from Portugal.
• The security camera had malfunctioned for 6 days while I was away during which time, I believe, criminals entered my apartment and sprayed pesticides on all my belongings.
• When I returned, I immediately became extremely unwell.
• My kidneys ached. I had migraines. I had shooting nerve pains all over my face. My sight started to seriously deteriorate.
• I had even been hallucinating during those two weeks. I only realized this, with a shock, in February 2025.
• The toiletries that I had taken with me to Bangkok from Spain were also full of the same toxic substances.
• I hadn’t yet realized any of this at the time of writing.
• Much of the first draft of this statement I wrote under those circumstances, and for this reason, I could have easily been misled by anyone controlling my online activity.

Conservatory audition

• I go to the audition and pass it.
• I’m scheduled to join the conservatory again for the third year professional piano studies in September.
• At the audition, Domingo’s female students are hanging around helping everyone.
• I see the Romanian beautiful boy there. His parents are with him.
• The girls are all dressed in the same way; hot pants and skimpy tops.
• The girls are 14 or 15 years old.
• He tells the girls to go and talk to people, and they mill around talking to parents.
• His control over them is embarrassing and cringeworthy.