August 2023

France, Lourdes & Cauterets

• I spend the rest of the summer in France, right up to the end of August.
• I spend one week in Lourdes before heading up to Cauterets.
• Teachers and staff at the conservatory have decided my fate in the meantime; continued online harassment leading up to another “arrest” scare just before I leave France to come home.
• I guess the intention is that I don’t return to my music studies at the conservatory, as before, leaving me isolated and open to acute fraud, drugging, and major sex crimes in my apartment.
• I’m unaware of the specifics of the evil in the background; although I can feel it very strongly.
• The online stalking intensifies and I realize people are monitoring my activity continuously.
• I’m still obsessed with the trumpet teacher and think about him constantly.
• It’s as if I’m having a conversation with him online and we’re in love with each other.
• I connect with an old friend on Facebook, Matthew Copeland.
• I tell Matthew I’m in love with a man and I believe I have an audience on Twitter so I’m DJ’ing to them using the #MaSelecta hashtag.
• I tell him it’s the chirps (chat up) of the century.

• I experience more online weirdness, such as confusing access issues on my Skype account, strange messages on Twitter and YouTube.
• I’m obsessed with 1989 rave music and I feel high and exuberant when I’m on X in the evenings.
• The hackers are upping their online game and getting ready to reveal themselves.

Matthew Copeland

• I started thinking about Matthew Copeland due to the 1989 rave music I had become obsessed with over this time.
• He had been my boyfriend briefly in 1993 and we remained friendly.
• Matthew Copeland’s mother Gill had been to the Marina Alta region and we’d even spoken about it.
• Matthew always went on about his dad being a “porn king”.
• I thought he was just talking shite. He talked a lot of shite.
• He spoke about his “uncle” all the time, but I never met him.
• Could this uncle be Ugly?
• That would be just crrrraaazzzzzzzyyyyy! wuddunit!?

Larry

• I mention an old friend Larry from time to time.

• They don’t know who he is.
• I know this because a day later, I see a post on my X feed asking who he is.

• Although, Matthew and North London’s finest would know very well who Larry was.
• Was this a clunky attempt to remove any obvious connections to North London I might make?
• At the time, I can imagine hacker have full root access to my browser and are running some kind of user interface editing software which means they can replace anything on my UI with their own content.

Tarot

• Given the precision of the tarot card reading I had in Glastonbury the year before, I contact Michael on Wearyall Hill to request another reading over the phone.
• He insists I use my own deck, so I buy one from a ‘spiritual’ shop in Dénia a couple of days before leaving.
• At the beginning of the month, we do the reading over the phone from my hotel room in Lourdes.
• We do a general reading and a lot of the terror comes up; 10 of swords, etc. It’s a grim outlook.
• I ask, of course, about my relationship with the trumpet teacher.
• We do a love reading.
• The outcome is The Lovers card.
• It’s mind-blowing at the time and to this day remains very precise.

Google search

• I continue to do Google searches on the @jctot19, @sinremite, and my own @1frgvn and @jackchardwood accounts.
• Nothing significant pops up on here until I’m back home in September and studying at the conservatory for year 4 of professional studies.

Tweets

• The X communication with hackers is ongoing.
• I assumed they were just reading my tweets, but then the conversation became definitively two-way again, like before with the @jctot19 account.
• They post significant replies to me via apparently normal posts on my X feed or YouTube activity, via fake accounts that follow or like something I’ve posted, and even on adverts and spaces on the sidebars of my X UI.
• I don’t remember the @jctot19 account being overly significant at this time because the communication methods had expanded.
• It was impossible to screenshot any of this as it was a fast moving conversation and, singly, each message they send looks totally insignificant in isolation to an observer.
• Everything I experienced was part of a calculated psychological and emotionally manipulation; crimes that are slowly and steadily setting up a major fraud almost impossible to prosecute.
• I believe I am talking to the trumpet teacher directly in a loving manner, and then to Domingo and his family who communicate with me in a violent and threatening way, and it goes back-and-forth like this.
• I am obsessed with music from the 1989 rave scene which I was listening to at the time I was groomed, sedated, and gang-raped repeatedly as a child and put in porn. There is no reason for this obsession outside of psychological triggers and online manipulation.
• I tweet all the tunes I listen to on YouTube and you can find them by searching X with the tag DJ #MaSelecta.
• Following is a selection of tweets from this period which relate to the previous six months’ sexual grooming and psychological and online attacks by teachers and staff at the conservatory.
• I’m totally unaware at this stage that organized criminal gangs are behind everything, including British gangs.
• There is very little communication to me in English.
• Most of my tweets are translated, and I assume the Spanish are reading them.
• Here’s an example of some tweet translation statistics from this month on a random and rather insignificant tweet. Everything I write was being monitored.
• The tweets confirm what is going on for me online; my concerns for my safety, constant communication with hidden groups, extremely threatening content including murder, suicide, and violence, an overwhelm of porn bots and porn content, direct references from hidden groups to matters related to my experiences at the conservatory, continued suggestions that the trumpet teacher was in love with me, and on and on.
• Threat levels increased steadily throughout August until I was severely threatened with an online psychological trigger that I believed was real, (similar to my experience in Thailand), that I was going to be arrested by the police when I returned to my home in Dénia.
• The psychological trigger was powerful enough to get me to go public on X at the end of this month and ask the gender critical community (and feminist groups by default) for help.

@1frgvn

• Saying hi to all my stalkers. I expected the English-speaking stalkers to be mainly trans activists, and the Spanish ones to be musicians.

• Reporting kidney damage. I had no idea I was maliciously poisoned on Monday 28^th January 2023 by the trumpet teacher and Dr Joan from the Dénia hospital at La Xara.

• Sometimes, the tunes I was playing with my DJ #MaSelecta tag had rather significant lyrics.

• I gave them all a good telling off.

• Given I’m in the right and have the moral high-ground, I imagine their behavior when they have to answer to their crimes, and I also wonder whether the trumpet teacher will remain with the Cano’s or not.

• Watching misogynists tie themselves up in knots.

• Comment on (what I thought was) Domingo’s woman-hating, but in fact was his commentary on my lack of baby-making or porn-readiness.

• Who is The One?

• How to communicate with constant online surveillance by people unknown? Why not clear the air for them.

• Things they needed to hear.

• Note I mention the ‘raging horn’ here. This is very significant given I had no sexual partner for nearly 13 years and remained completely celibate without masturbating or feeling any sexual arousal throughout this time.
• The overwhelming sexual arousal came completely out of the blue. It would take me a further year to understand it could only be due to the effects of drugging.
• Crazily, I thought it was evidence for true love!
• Perhaps, crazily, it was.

• I started referring to the upcoming 4^th year of professional studies as season 3. Season 2 was the trumpet teacher debacle and season 1 was the first attempt to control me in 2014.

• This post below blew my mind a little. The pic on the last post of the thread came up on a random gif selection, but I don’t believe it was random at all. The character here actually looks gaunt and unwell just like Domingo.

• Things like this made me start to believe there were two camps to the stalkers, some friends, some enemies, or they just took the piss out of each other constantly. Of course, the trumpet teacher would have been on my side.

• The whole story, sort of.

• Comment on corruption (enchufe).

• Comment on the lack of child safeguarding in our world and, in particular, my environment.

• I quite often tweeted about the benefits to me from falling in love and how it was a catharsis towards finding my latent fierceness and inner power.

• These thoughts often included my feelings that everything was connected to the child pedo-rape-gang abuse I’d experienced in 1989.

• I ask about Benijembla.

• I mention that Patricia apparently benefitted from my suffering too.

• I mention the women in the trumpet teacher’s life: Ana, Carmen, Silvia, etc.

• I ask directly, who is Silvia?

• I suddenly realized, and was absolutely sure, there was a two way conversation going on with a bunch of hidden people due to sudden interactions from random accounts that were 100% related to the tweet I had just posted. The post below was related to how I was going to somehow figure out the language of the hidden people who were communicating with me and use it for myself. These communication efforts of mine were really something marvelous to behold. It’s not clear why teachers and staff at the conservatory remained steadfast on their grim trajectory given all the warnings.

• Here’s a tweet about concern for my safety. It seemed to me that the hackers were OK about communication which was banal or comic, but whenever safety came into it, they went quiet; except on my @jackchardwood account at the end of the month when they were very clear about who they were and how much danger I was in.

• I told my cyber-stalkers interesting, and true stories about why I felt Dénia was such an important place for me.

• A comment on their evil.

• And another.

• And another.

• Here’s a poll wondering if maybe I’m the winner really.

• Here’s a tweet where I’m trying to understand what provoked such an experience at the conservatory. I considered the “director” to be Domingo, and the “lead” to be the trumpet teacher.

• Starring in sedated-rape-porn internationally live-streamed from my apartments was not on my bingo card.
• By November 2024, I had figured it all out.

• Here’s a comment related to my belief that attempting to communicate with the trumpet teacher by tweet was my biggest mistake.

• I tweeted a lot of friendly content to them, as if we were mates.

• I tweeted a lot of direct comments to the hackers.
• I still do that; it’s now May 2025 and they’re still communicating openly with me online and in person in a threatening manner, although the intensity of it is infinitesimal compared to back then.
• Their membership is far wider now too and made up of mostly international porn gangs I would say.
• You have to wonder how international porn gangs managed to get so close to Spanish children, and no-one seems to care, rather they’re all happy to muck in.

• When the hackers took over my keyboard as I was typing, and I knew for sure I was being hacked, I told them to ‘stop’ in French.

• I report annoyance at having to deal with being hacked.

• I report being concerned about my personal safety.

@JackChardwood

X search

• I’m using the following search in this section: https://x.com/search?q=(from%3Ajackchardwood)%20until%3A2023-09-01%20since%3A2023-07-15&src=typed_query&f=live

• My @JackChardwood account becomes infested with stalker activity during this period. It started when I got back from Thailand in July, so I’ll add anything interesting from then too.
• I’m suddenly followed by a lot of fake accounts, many of them porn and crypto bots, many of them with names like Ana, Anna, Carmen, Silvia, etc.
• This account had no more than a single-figure handful of followers prior to the 23^rd July when I got back from Thailand. Before that there was little to no activity at all on this account.

• Even though I reply to crypto accounts, the views are in the single digits. This would be the normal activity level on this account, prior to cyber-stalking, and after too.

• The porn accounts are no longer following me at the time of writing but there were many.
• One was particularly sinister, I’d never seen anything like it.
• It was kind of demonic; a woman with her long thick black hair pulled all over her face so you couldn’t see who she was, dressed in her underwear, and making sexual suggestions. It was extremely weird.
• The account now has porn warnings but it didn’t at the time.
• I noticed also that the account’s profile message seemed to suggest a death threat against me.

• “Anti K a muerte” could be read as “anti Katharine to the death”.

Info

• Thinking of that particular porn example now, and others like it, it was obvious that I was not actually dealing with just foolish immature men as I had thought; there was something much more sinister going on.

• Other accounts seemed to be threatening also:

• Curiously, this account now has completely changed tone: https://x.com/marcop51.
• I realized that something weird was going on online around the same time I did the tarot over the phone in Lourdes and started conversing with cyber-stalkers directly.
• All my tweets intended for hackers have multiple views while the others have minimal views.
• I assume there is some dissemination mechanism in place, such as a WhatsApp group perhaps.

• Durian is mentioned repeatedly on fake account profiles; remember I gave Gloria some durian as a gift in July.

• My account was also heavily targeted by fake accounts related to dogs; of course the reference is to the surname Cano Lopez. This was at the end of August at the same time I started believing I was going to be arrested, and it coincided with the hackers revealing themselves by taking over my keyboard so I was 100% sure I was hacked.

• I should have realized at this time that the cyber-attack was industrial scale. It would take me nearly a year more before that became clear and even then my mind was so controlled by these people that I could not grasp the full extent of the conspiracy.
• Following is an example of the sort of interaction I was having with hackers over the month up until I became really scared again.
• Communication starts, as before, in a lighthearted manner.

• I say hi to the new followers.

• I know I have an audience, so I tweet interesting things, and get a lot of views.

• Tweeting about my DJ app.

• A comedy tweet on what the bots are like.

• Telling them how much I’m enjoying their funny posts. I also wonder if this kind of content is evidence of the fawn trauma-survivor response.

• It’s around now, I start to tell them they can come and work for the forgivenet. My idea is that they can help me with marketing and getting people to use the platform.

• When Elon offers to pay legal fees for anyone treated unfairly by their employer after posting on X.com, I want to know if that includes government officials in Spain.

• Views of my tweets drop off after this post, dramatically, but the translation numbers remain stable. I’m still being targeted however. I complain about it and ask them to call off the dogs.

• Did this post annoy them into terrorizing me even more? Here’s a response to some porn posted on my feed.

• Comment on closing the stable door after the horse has bolted. The man in this pic reminds me of the trumpet teacher.

• I offer them a truce.

• A response to something, it’s not clear what.

• Another job offer to help me with the forgivenet.

• Offering forgivenet t-shirts.

• Offering a second interview to the hacker who posts pictures of himself as a cartoon mutant ninja turtle, or a little fat man with glasses.

• Promising them the ride of their lives.

• The following tweet seems to be evidence for the ‘good’ trigger in action; manipulation techniques that make me feel warm and loving. This is a psychological technique often called ‘coupling’ in which a good feeling is associated quickly with terror and fear, locking a target into a trauma bond.

• Right after this, they take over my keyboard. I detail this in a following section but it’s important to note that from this point on I have no doubt they have video and sound recordings of me masturbating in my hotel room in Lourdes.

• The morning after the big hacking reveal, I explain what I need.

• Around this time, I was head-hunted by a company called Torus looking for a technical writer. I’m convinced it’s part of the attack and explain this to the head-hunter. The manager is Spanish, from Valencia, and had worked for Polygon. I detail this in a following section. The web3 comment is related to this.

• It’s the end of the month and I’m starting to feel scared about something I cannot pinpoint.

Threats

• The ‘fear and anxiety’ trigger is now being prepped by another psychological coupling technique where online visuals and sounds are used to trigger fear and anxiety about something non-specific.
• I am seeing a lot of real-life murder, accidental death, and malicious injury online on X in accounts I never subscribed to. I see real-life stabbings, a man being eaten by a lion with his family watching, violent porn again, and more.
• I would turn my laptop on and these films would be the first thing I’d see.
• I’m worried about what they’re intending to do, and I try to talk to them about it.

• I try to communicate with them about this growing fear.

• I try to reason with them. Monday 4^th is the first day I will be home in Spain.

• We need to talk.

• I tell them I won’t go back to the conservatory if that’s what they want, but I need some confirmation I’ll be safe.

• At this exact moment, a fake account connected to “durian” follows me and likes the last seven of my tweets in quick succession.

• I examine it closely. It has a long list of followers and they are all ‘dog’ related. The account no longer exists.

June 2024 general election in the UK

• When I open a Facebook account to campaign in the general election in the UK in June 2024 - amazingly while I was still being drugged and stalked by Dénia-based criminals - the same sort of spam accounts connect with me; accounts full of dogs and horses, mostly dogs.

• It’s very obvious to me I’m being targeted online by Domingo Cano Lopez and his family and that is absolutely what I’m supposed to think, whether it is true or not.
• I’m trying to understand what’s going on.

• Note I’m suggesting they have private film of me.

• I wake up the next morning feeling paralyzed with fear.

• When I don’t post anything for a while an account called Borey Ka follows me.

• I actually find this sort of interaction with them funny and I think these people would be quite cool if they weren’t so evil and self-destructive.

Euphoria

• Throughout the month I remain in a state of intense euphoria, and this includes sexual arousal.
• I had fallen in love, harder than ever before, and I felt that I was loved back.
• It was heavenly.

• For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful.
• I know very well that all these feelings were manipulated with software downloaded onto my phone and laptops, and reinforced by cyber-stalking on social media, and further solidified by whatever illicit substances the criminals of Dénia had managed to add to my bathroom products, health supplements, and any food or water I brought with me in the car.
• There’s some suggestion that criminal gangs had managed to access my belongings in Lourdes and Cauterets too.
• Nevertheless, it felt real, and so I gave it to God for His purposes, and since July or August 2023, I have not experienced any suicidal depression at all. It’s totally cured.

Head hunted by ex-Polygon director

• Throughout August I’m looking for a new role.
• I’m head hunted by a recruitment agency Spectrum Search for a crypto start-up called Torus who had a one-page website promising an upcoming release (the following week they were supposed to be going live).
• The website was torus.io which now doesn’t even redirect to anything.
• I was curious about the name, also, because on the @jctot19 account around this time I had received messages using the word toro in what were probably direct threats to me, such as and now you are going to see the world of the toros in what I understood to mean that, because I was fighting back, online, I was going to get more attacks from them.
• They sent a job description which I felt was bogus, and I told the recruiter I thought so.
• It’s possible, if legit, the business ended up here: https://www.torusassociation.org/about-us.html#mission but I do not remember any of these people being part of the interview process and the company activity has completely changed from what was described in the job description.
• I’m also dubious about such an early start-up wanting to hire a technical writer, a job which is commonly the last thing anyone thinks about doing in companies like these.
• It could be easy to get the company confused with another crypto app https://tor.us/ which has been going for years, but I didn’t confuse them.
• I’m convinced it’s a scam and I tell the recruiter my fears.
• I was so concerned about the person I was supposed to meet, David Ruiz from Valencia who was apparently a Project Manager at Polygon, I contacted Polygon to check if he existed.

• They were not able to confirm, or deny, that this person had worked for Polygon, which was even stranger.
• I told the UK recruiter I was not interested because I believed it was a scam and I gave the background that I was being cyber-stalked and probably hacked at that time.
• You can confirm with him: Morgan McCarthy @ Spectrum Search.
• The one-page release website never moved into a released stage, and I checked regularly for months afterwards. Now the URL is dead.
• At the time, I didn’t relate any of this to previous experiences that I had forgotten completely, such as interviewing for a company where I’d be looking at genitals all day long
• The man that interviewed me at that time was the third man I have remembered as being the trumpet teacher.
• It seems like the porn-gangs have not only infiltrated the school system in Spain, but they’ve also brushed their processes up and are infiltrating the working world in which any woman doing a job search could be targeted and she wouldn’t suspect a thing.
• Here’s the recruiter’s replies to me on LinkedIn, a conversation we had after I’d got home in September.

Eagles

• Unlike the year before, when crows had been significant during my mountain hikes, one of whom was undoubtedly warning me of things to come, this year it was eagles.
• Every time I went into the mountains there was an eagle alongside me, calling.
• When I went into the high mountains for a few days break, I was blessed to see five eagles swooping and playing together close to the peaks above my trail.

• I told someone about this, a mountain guide who took me up the Viscos peak this August, and he didn’t believe me.
• He said, no, it couldn’t be, no-one ever sees more than about two eagles. It must have been vultures.
• I said, no, it wasn’t vultures because of the calls, which I imitated for him.
• He went silent.
• I took the eagles as a very good omen and tweeted about them.
• Eagles became a meme which the hackers and stalkers used to identify themselves.
• Sometimes even the trumpet teacher used this symbol to tell me very private things about himself, which made me love him even more.

Climbing the Viscos

• I booked a guided climb of the Viscos mountain.

• The guide met me at the trekking shop in Cauterets and off we went.
• We drove to Viscos village and parked at the ski lift and started our ascent.
• This was a massive short cut, by the way.
• Something was making me feel extraordinarily sexually aroused that afternoon.
• Would the guide and I be needing our strength, later on?
• I had my mobile with me, on, and this was the first moment I suspected (or felt I had proof of) sub-audio hacking for emotional manipulation, using I suspect my own orgasm sounds plus trigger frequencies played back to me.
• I think the guide was feeling it too.
• And, I think he was meant to!
• Over the course of the day’s hike, on occasions, the sexual arousal I was experiencing became ridiculously intense - mobile tower in sight maybe. And at these moments, the guide would step away from me, and keep his distance till it dropped off.
• I noticed this because his behavior was in pattern with the visceral waves of sexual arousal I was feeling.
• When I had gone to the shop in the morning to meet him there was a curious energy between us I couldn’t quite fathom.
• Throughout the day, we chatted a lot and got on really well.
• He told me personal things about his life; that he was divorced and shared the parenting of his teenage children with his ex-wife.
• We had a shared interest in crypto and he told me all about his crypto activities.
• I told him I was studying the piano at the conservatory in Spain.
• He went quiet at that point.
• I even told him that, because I had been living in France, I had hoped to study piano at the Tarbes conservatory but I never got a reply to any emails or letters.
• He went even more quiet at that point; in a way I noted as peculiar.
• What I mean to say is, in our conversation, it was a two way thing: I said something, he said something, etc.
• But whenever I mentioned studying the piano, and the conservatory in Spain, he went totally silent, and there was a discomfort about it, like something wasn’t being said.
• We made the peak, by the way, and I tweeted the proof later that evening.

• It seemed we had a lot in common, but he never made a move.
• I wasn’t interested and would have declined, even though I was feeling extraordinarily sexually aroused, but I was very clear that it wasn’t anything to do with this man.
• When we got back from our walk, we chatted a bit in the van.
• I told him I was planning to climb the Vignemale the following year, and I asked him if he could guide for that because I liked the man in a friendly way?
• He seemed upset.
• I didn’t understand why.
• He said he didn’t have the license for high mountain guiding and that it takes a year to get it.
• It seemed OK to me.
• Was I “supposed” to think the intense sexual arousal I was feeling was to do with this man, and to invite him back to my hotel room which was already set up with spy-cams, and end up in bed with him that afternoon?
• Were millions of expectant criminal-porn viewers waiting to snicker en masse?
• I didn’t invite him back and it had to come from me.
• Is that why he was upset?
• They must be so organized and advanced at their sedating-women-and-children spy-cam game, they sell subscriptions for live-action activity like this.
• I did see Rocio Vidal in Cauterets the following year, after all.
• I imagine Rocio was someone thousands of Spanish porn-addicts requested to see naked.
• That’s how it works, isn’t it?
• Anyway.
• When I got back to my hotel after climbing the Viscos mountain (I knew there was something extraordinary about this mountain), I had to masturbate urgently!
• I guess the spy-cam footage of that is flying round somewhere, of course.
• A little later, I popped out to the shop and bumped into the agents staying in the room next to mine.
• I didn’t know they were agents at the time, of course, but they looked at me in a very curious way I did not forget.
• I know now that they were agents because I see agents near enough everywhere and anywhere I am in the world, and I have done since December 2024 when it became very obvious, and they always look at me like this!
• My very own security team.
• <3
• In the summer of 2024, I climb the Viscos again with another guide from the same trekking shop.
• I should point out the reason I paid a lot of money for a guide is because my feet were totally unbalanced and wobbly over this period.
• I felt terribly unstable and there’s a precipitous bit.
• The instability is a side effect of the sedating drugs; corroborated by one of the British expat walkers I believe was also being regularly sedated in her home.
• I’m also interested in how people said things over the years I was being drugged to make me think such a symptom was “normal”.
• Anyway, the guide in 2024, Aurelio, said something about how the Spanish are crazy, which I thought was curiously relevant.
• I believe that men share information about the women that are known to be being sedated and raped and regularly broadcast on porn networks; just not with the women suffering such abuse.

Sandra very interested in the guide

• I met Sandra Diaz shortly afterwards.
• She was overly interested in the guide.
• She spoke about him as if he was a potential lover for me.
• Aside from the sexual arousal, I had not thought about him in this way so it was a bit surprising to hear her speak about this man in this way.
• I started to notice how Sandra referred to men: they were a “French”, or an “English”, … a human male described only by their nationality.
• It was impersonal, and felt like you might start counting them, or something.

High again at the restaurant with Sandra

• We go for dinner at the Lourdes sanctuary.
• I’m high at the dinner table.
• Very few people are around.
• I tell Sandra I believe I’m going to have sex with the trumpet teacher; in the middle of the restaurant very loudly.
• A hush goes over the restaurant and I felt it very strongly.
• I think someone has spiked me with drugs not long before dinner with Sandra.
• She doesn’t say anything to me about what I’ve said.
• The woman server at the restaurant sees Sandra and is clearly angry with her about something.
• Does the server have the measure of her?

The recruiter calls me while I’m visiting the bees

• I wonder if they put the spy-cams into my hotel room - in prep for the Viscos climb hoped-for random sex - while I visited the bees.
• I remember I was high that day, and I guess it’s easy for them to come in and out of a hotel room quickly to add drugs or poisons or whatever.
• But setting up a networked system of spy-cams in a hotel room is going to be much trickier, and need more time.
• A recruiter from crypto-recruiting firm https://plexusrs.com/ that had secured the dodgy role for me at Qredo called me out of the blue while I was at the bees shop in Cauterets.
• He wanted to talk.
• He didn’t have a role for me.
• I think he had contacted me online maybe that morning, and asked for a time to talk, and I had told him I was going out so he said he’d call the following morning, or something like that.
• And then, when I was out at lunchtime, he called.
• He had nothing to say.
• And it took over an hour for him to say it.
• There was no reason for us to have this chat over the phone, or anywhere in fact.
• I sat watching the bees chatting away to this man, as if I was on something, which undoubtedly I was.
• He never contacted me again.
• I can’t remember his name - they seem to use made up names over there anyway - but I can describe him as a sort of wild-man redhead, certainly with a moustache and maybe a beard too, it’s difficult to remember.

Fighting back

• I realize that Domingo, the trumpet teacher, and all their mates from Dénia are continuing to harass me online.
• They leave me no choice but to fight back.

• The following point was written in November 2024, while I was still being drugged and poisoned via my bathroom products. Even then, I had yet to get the extent of the attack clear in my mind.

Written in November 2024 during the first draft of my statement

• In August 2023, I find myself thinking about the trumpet teacher constantly and, given it’s not possible for me to be drugged, I now believe that, on top of the drugging, there was some NLP triggering mechanisms built into my Twitter usage which could be relied upon to trigger sexual feelings in the absence of medication, and which had been set up during those medicated times.

• This is probably true to a certain extent but for sure the drugging was continuing.
• I wonder also if there is some low level, sub-audio sexual sound files being played through my phone (which I have safely stored so that the Netflix cyber-experts can check the caches for evidence of this); perhaps porn film soundtracks, or even perhaps my own sexual sounds played back to me given I find porn quite vile.
• This may explain unpredictable sexual feelings I was having throughout this month in various situations away from my computer, and there is a possibility that such a mechanism affected at least one other person too, details of which I will forward when necessary, although I do believe this person will have told a lot of people about his weird experience with me that day.
• I believe the hardware/software NLP/hypnotic triggering mechanisms downloaded onto my mobile phone will have focused on sexual arousal mainly, and then fear and anxiety triggers whenever teachers and staff at the conservatory decided to switch from sex to terror.
• It was a push and pull, good and bad, fear and love emotional rollercoaster, on a loop.
• Here’s another marker to how difficult it was for me to figure out what was going on for so long.

In retrospect

• Now, January 2025, I also realize that criminals of Dénia had been accessing my apartment and adding poisons and drugs to my bathroom products, and food and water. So, continued sexual feelings whenever I was away from home could also be explained by this.

• I start playing a lot of music on Twitter, I add links from YouTube while listening to it with my earphones, and I’m often dancing around my room in Cauterets with my headphones on.
• I’m thinking about 1989 constantly, and specifically the music from that time. Again, this would be easy to trigger as sub-audio files reinforced by tweet content.
• My tweets from that time reveal a fighter, someone who is not going to put up with being terrorized.
• I believe now my fiery behavior was a challenge to the sex-gang cyber-stalkers of Dénia, and they decided they would put a lot more effort into finishing me off in the cowardly way that they do to women, girls, and animals of course.
• They probably had a bet on as to how things would end for me, so certain they were they would win.
• I’m guessing there’s 1000s of women and girl victims of these people over the last decades.
• I hope my story helps them and the people who love them.
• I pray they find their power, their voices.

I take a picture of myself in my pants

• Like many women, I want to know how big my bum is.
• The mirror in my bathroom is very small, so I stand on a chair and take a photo of my bum with my mobile phone.
• I’m wearing my white knickers from M&S.
• I keep the photo for only a few days before I delete it.
• Around December 2023, I see this picture again, on a tweet added to my Google search results.
• I had not seen this tweet before, or since outside of these results.
• When hackers post this for me to see in December, they want me to know how much content they have of me without my knowledge or permission, and to really let me know that I have had no privacy at all, and for a very long time too, longer that I can possibly imagine.

• When I see this picture of me in my underwear (the top half is not me, the bottom half is) in December 2023, it reinforces my certainty that woman-hating, criminal sex gangs from Dénia have film and sound of me masturbating in Lourdes on Good Friday.
• Although I suspected it, and even though they had already taken over my keyboard, I was only 100% sure they were interested in photos of my naked body when they posted this picture in December 2023.
• Up until then I still felt it preposterous that I could be interesting in that way to anyone.
• I did not know I was already famous in teen rape-gang porn and had been for decades.
• Dénia cyber-stalkers were yet to inform me about that but they would soon flash up stills for me to see which apparently was supposed to finish me off psychologically at least.
• The pic was up for about a week in December and then it disappeared and never reappeared.
• I showed these search results on my mobile to two people who were physically present.

YouTube

• Another avenue of cyber-violence is YouTube.
• I use YouTube links on my DJ #MaSelecta series.
• I listen to tunes that I like, or tunes that I want to share with hackers, such as Who Is Silvia?, and I share them by tweeting them on X.com which is where I think they’re monitoring what I do.

• I also often look at my phone during the day, like most people.
• As I’m looking at YouTube on my Linux laptop one day, I notice a video in the bottom section of the page a woman who looks exactly like me while I’m looking at my phone, singing along to the song I’m listening to.
• I’m startled.

• I look again and she doesn’t really look like me at all. I suspect some kind of image manipulation at the time.
• The channel name is interesting too and the kind of name I would expect them to make up for me to see.
• I look for references on how to deal with hackers.

• Sometimes weirdly significant results pop up, such as canis loupis (Cano Lopez).

• Sometimes, as above, in a long list of videos I have watched, I see a random outlier which shouldn’t be there. Trdwnds is one such example.

• I’m convinced it’s the trumpet teacher by the names of the songs and by the picture which looks like it could be him with headphones on. I’m sure this is the intention and something more - sound or visuals flashed on my screen - is reinforcing this belief.

• The song names are significant. Ben Button is a meme the cyber-stalkers used a lot to refer to the trumpet teacher who, to-be-fair, is quite old.

• The alchemist is something I call myself on X a fair bit.

• Pretty sure stfu wasn’t there previously.

• Donatello is really interesting as the Donatello ninja-turtle cartoon character was often posted in reference to the hacker himself.

• I listened to some of these songs and politely said they were good, but they weren’t, they were boring and all the same, very auto-generated. In fact, they were rubbish and I was extraordinarily disappointed in the trumpet teacher at that moment.
• Another album, Grief, also had interesting track names. I believe this content was an attempt to make me empathize generously with an unspecified grief and loss, typical honey-trap behavior.

• Junglist is significant as I always played jungle.

• I’m 6 years old is another repeated meme they used. The suggestion was Ana (his apparent girlfriend) would say that to him angrily: “Are you 6 years old?”. Of course playing and the beach were well connected here.

• There was also a tune called Jungle Mary which has since disappeared and reminded me of the @JungleMary account which followed me; significant due to the jungle music I have been listening to and my devotion to Mother Mary, all of which I have been tweeting about.

• The stats are interesting. I believe they autogenerated all these tracks and the channel very quickly with AI, posted it with the intention of me seeing it, and did nothing more with it ever again.

Matthew

• An account starts to interact with me, @Matthew49200183.
• Here is his first post to me; a reply to a reply.

• Did this person just spill all the beans in one go?
• I know the account is related to the cyber-stalking because the hair in the profile picture - initially, see the earlier profile pic below - is exactly the same hair picture I saw in July when I was shown plate lady and Anna Requena, the violin teacher modelling amongst other things.

• The hair I saw in July was posted alone, maybe with a bit of the owner’s head visible too, and alongside pics of the girl with a cross on her back on the @jctot19 and @sinremite accounts.
• I remember this consciously when I see the Matthew account for the first time so I know the account is connected to the cyber-stalking.
• I start to see weird stuff going on with this account, such as my likes being added to his posts without me actually adding them myself. I think it’s a glitch but this happens just before hackers take over my keyboard so it soon makes sense.
• His second post, a couple of days later, is equally intentional.

• Later in the month, he replies again after I play Buffalo Springfield, Stop Children What’s That Sound on my DJ #MaSelecta series.
• Note the observation I make about the situation in the first tweet.

• Note, also, my caginess and the reference to a conversation without getting blocked which I believe is a reference to me trying to communicate with the trumpet teacher in April after getting blocked.
• There’s no further interaction between us until 7^th October.

• Blimey, why 7^th October? Are they Nazis?
• Is Matthew confirming what’s been going on for me in this tweet?
• On the 8^th October, he replies to an ironic post in a manner that made no sense to me at the time, and now makes me shudder.

• I believe the Matthew account is significant with regards to the cyber-stalking; whether it is an actual person from Dénia, or a dark-web porn subscription account that pays for access to sedated and live spy-cam targets, or a delegated hacker account given instructions on what to say to a target by pornographers, or a mixture of everything I’ve just said.
• Whenever the account interacts with me, it says significant things that make me wonder, and then believe a little (perhaps a flash of the trumpet teacher in close up on my UI to remind my fascia of a sexual encounter I’m not consciously aware of), and then believe more and more, that I am interacting with the trumpet teacher himself.
• We end up DM’ing in December 2023 significantly.
• Later on, I take a closer look at some of the posts this account retweets and I note extremely enticing, honey-trap-type content coming from (apparent) women.
• In retrospect, it reminds me of the job offer doing the same that I go to the police about.
• Reviewing these interactions, particularly the one from the end of November, makes me shudder and shudder again.

• This was an out-of-the-blue meaningless reply with overtones of sexual perversion, and nervous sweaty elephant I felt was a reference to me.
• When I went to class about an hour after this interaction, feeling unusually stressed and anxious as I always did at choir, the French-horn player who always sat beside me stunk of peanuts (she was eating a peanut bun), and the choir master (an extremely unpleasant man who will send me a dick pic on X in September) spoke endlessly about elephant trunks, trompas the word also happens to be very similar to trumpet, and can also mean “big nose”.

In the baths at Cauterets with Sandra Rita Diaz

• I take Sandra Rita Diaz to the baths at Cauterets.

• She behaves as if she is very shy of being in her swimming suit in public.
• We sit in the bubbling beds outside, the Péguère mountain watching us.

• I tell her I’m going to tame the trumpet teacher, and that he’ll enjoy it.

Elbow-length white silk gloves

• I see a fake account profile pic of a young girl.
• I’ve seen this girl before and may see her again in August 2024 amongst the bombardment of online porn I endure at that time.
• The girl looks young, about 18.
• She is naked and sitting on a sofa.
• She looks upset.
• She is wearing long, white, elbow-length silk gloves; they’re like wedding-dress gloves with tassels down the sides.

• When I was 16, just before I was terrorized and sexually abused by the Tottenham rape-gang, I worked at H Samuel in Brent X.
• Incidentally, a man I more recently saw in Thailand who bared his teeth at me may have come in one afternoon with a fake credit card.
• Anyway.
• On my lunch breaks I used to wander around the shops looking at things.
• In John Lewis, or Fenwicks, one or the other, a beautiful pair of gloves was on display, just like the ones I’ve just mentioned.
• I became obsessed with these gloves and had to have them. They were expensive too.
• I bought them one Friday when I received my weekly paycheck of £95.
• Did these gloves end up in the sedated child, gang-rape porn that the teachers and staff at the conservatory had seen?
• Seeing this photo immediately made me think of the gloves I used to have.
• I think it was this image that started to open my eyes on what was really going on, but it was just a hint.
• I assume the intention behind posting that to me was to trigger psychological and emotional trauma arising from severe and repeated sexual abuse.
• It triggered something, an unusual memory, and another connection to Winston May who would often repeat a phrase to me back in 1989, laughing hard as he did, “hand in glove”.

The hackers reveal themselves

• It’s near the end of the month and getting time to go back to Spain.
• The cyber-stalking and harassment intensifies.
• I see a lot of suggestive posts about someone going to be arrested; it’s not clear why or what for, but it’s clear they mean me.
• I’m starting to see more porn, and also a lot of real-life death, suicide, murder, and malicious or accidental injury videos from accounts I never followed.
• They’re right on my UI whenever I open my laptop.
• It doesn’t make sense and makes me feel extremely uneasy.
• At one point, I’m on my laptop and I lose control of my keyboard, except someone is typing for me instead.
• I tweet “Arrettt-a” to say STOP.

• I realize with horror Domingo and his friends have total access to my laptop, and probably my phone as well.
• I assume it is because my laptop is not very well secured and they got in via the insecure hotel network. I’m wrong about that but this is what I assume and tell people for a while.
• Accounts full of dogs follow me on my @JackChardwood account; I assume to reference Lopez Cano, a pun of dog wolf.
• I’m horrified.
• I send a WhatsApp message to Concha to tell her I’m hacked and ask if she thinks these people are dangerous.
• She says that my letters now make more sense, but she doesn’t think Domingo and his friends are dangerous. It’s not convincing.
• She tells me it’s imperative I get off social media. I wonder why.
• I understand from her silence and their audacity that police action will be difficult to obtain.
• I send an email to a private detective in Spain to see if they can help me link these people to crimes against me.

• They say they cannot help me, that I must go to the police.
• I post on my @JackChardwood account saying I won’t go back if I’m in danger, and other things I mentioned above.
• An account, @Sumithra, who follows an account @Durian, follows me while I’m posting these pleas to the hackers.
• The account likes every post.
• I know it’s Domingo and the trumpet teacher.

• The Sumithra account no longer exists.
• If you look at the accounts that have followed the Sumithra account in the August twitter doc, you will see they are all dog-related.
• The @january_myth account (who I suspect is probably Patricia, at least some of the time) who had posted triggering content on the day of ‘my funeral’ at the conservatory on 12^th June 2023, posts again.

• I miss the significance of this and will only figure out the connection in March 2024 when I’m afraid for my life and the account retweets this.
• The two @january_myth posts are trigger-posts, published at the very moment I’m being terrorized online.
• Was the trumpet teacher continuing to harbor hopes of drawing me into an abusive relationship where he could control me and defraud me of my wealth?
• Would these posts be retweeted back to me once I was entrapped and could not escape, and only then I would know the full extent of the conspiracy, and someone, somewhere would get an extraordinary kick of delight out of my sudden awareness.
• Perhaps they’d take a photo of my face at that very moment and send it round their shock and embarrassment paid-for WhatsApp groups?

I become convinced I’m going to be arrested

• This is the second time I become 100% convinced I’m going to be arrested.
• It’s terrifying.
• For sure, my fear and anxiety levels were irrational, and something external was definitely causing this.
• I experience the same fear again in April 2024.

• It’s curious that I talk about a ‘feeling’ rather than anything tangible. (The full video shows exactly how scared I am.)
• I wonder if this means that the criminal porn-gangs of Dénia had conversed with the Tottenham rape-gangs to share notes as to what kind of things might terrify me and how I could be better controlled.
• Being threatened by the gangs with being arrested by the police was something I never reported to the police, and I don’t remember anything like that happening. However, this does not mean I was not threatened in this way by the gangs and other victims may confirm it as common practice.
• Certainly the level of terror the idea gave me, and gives me even writing this down, implies a suppressed traumatic event of some sort.
• Regardless of the evil around me, just like the first time it happened in July in Thailand and the day after my apparent ‘funeral’ in June a powerful supporting grace surrounds me.
• First, when I go public a couple of days later, I get 1000s of new followers who will now hear what’s been going on for me, although concerted efforts are made to silence and discredit me at that time.
• Second, my Tibetan monk friend will come to visit me when I tell him how upset I am.

The dev they hired hacks my app

• My crypto app fails early in the month.
• I’m convinced the hacker is involved and say so online somehow - maybe in a short written note that I delete later.

• When I fix it myself (it’s a small UI issue), I’m embarrassed and say sorry.
• The hacker responds satirically in a fake account profile message. I don’t remember what he said.
• When I remember things like this in June 2025, I realized how much I knew and for how long, but how it was all so unbelievable to me even while it was happening!

More evidence from this period

• Download my laptop browser history from this period.
• Download the full @JackChardwood X archive.
• Use the Twitter search: (from:jackchardwood) until:2023-09-10 since:2023-07-23.
• This document is a collection of some screenshots I saved.