March 2023

Chamber music classes continue

• The conspiracy, sexual grooming, gang stalking, and terror continue.
• The trumpet teacher canceled one of the classes on WhatsApp. I cried that he was not coming. It was extraordinarily weird. I don’t cry as a rule. It takes an awful lot to make me cry. I felt that I must really be in love with this guy!
• I found myself always harboring the expectation that he would be coming home with me after class, and I bought extra food for that purpose. There was no reason at all to think that might happen and, even if it were, I’m pretty sure I would not have been OK with that anyway.
• All of it seemed to be just thoughts. Nothing real or tangible.
• The online romantic honey-trap grooming was really ramping up at this stage. I was being fed NLP/hypnosis suggestions on Twitter and elsewhere, which reinforced the euphoria I experienced in class.
• However, this alone would probably not have been enough to trap me, and so I was constantly fed mood-enhancing substances over the week which can exaggerate a small idea or feeling, and breakdown personal boundaries.
• But even those two things together might not break the strongest of minds, and so it is my view that there was actual physical sexual activity happening while I was sedated in my apartment; something which became addictive to me without my conscious awareness; a honeymoon period if you will.

A really, really evil man… or a slave? I guess they’re all slaves.

• If this is true, and myself and the trumpet teacher were having a sexual relationship, albeit with me completely sedated, then it could be described as somewhat consensual.

• The trick was making me believe that I was in love and that it was reciprocal.
• It worked.

Seduction techniques - a primer

• NLP grooming techniques can suggest a romantic reciprocity that doesn’t exist.
• Add mood-enhancing substances to the mix and you are 100% controlling a person’s thoughts and emotions.
• I tweeted about this a lot as I reasoned my way out of the sticky mire of evil intentions.

• https://x.com/1FRGVN/status/1860132157890679006
• There are many public resources that explain this process in detail.

• It was excruciating however, as intended, and I tweeted my personal reactions, unaware they were being read by everyone.

Each class on a Monday

• Whenever the trumpet teacher turned up for class, not often, I felt the same lightheadedness and euphoria, my whole body vibrating.
• Moreover, whenever I returned home from class I felt like I had run a marathon, my kidneys ached, and I had to lie down
• I couldn’t understand it and told all my therapists about what I was experiencing.
• The feelings were at their most intense on Mondays during and after chamber music class but these feelings, which I put down to being in love, continued every day of the week, even on the days I didn’t leave the house.
• I was always extremely anxious about going to class on a Monday and had to take my PTSD remedy beforehand to get calm enough to go. I believe this was because, at a subconscious level, I knew exactly what was going on and it frightened me.

The trumpet teacher hands me his phone

• I arrive at class one evening. The trumpet teacher is busy on his phone.
• I sit down to wait for class to begin.
• I am light headed and euphoric.
• The trumpet teacher stands up and says, “Katharine, please help me”.
• He passes me his phone and asks me something (I can’t remember what).
• I take his phone and see he is on Booking.com looking for accommodation in France for about 30 or 40 people.
• Before I can figure out what he wants, or what I’m looking at, my classmate Pablo enters the room and the class begins; the conversation about whatever is on his phone is over and the matter is never mentioned again.
• When I remember this strange incident around a year later, I will think the reason for it could be there is some psychoactive substance on his phone that I have absorbed through the screen.
• Or was he showing me that numerous people will be visiting Lourdes when I’m there in a few week’s time, to rape me with the help of Sandra?
• My mind makes up constant stories and scenarios to try and explain this and all events. If I’m right on the last point, you can be sure that all my explanations to myself were as far from the truth as could possibly be.

Dreaming of the trumpet teacher

The slip

Giving them the slip

• It is Tuesday in the wee hours, 3am, after a Monday class with the trumpet teacher.
• I dream the trumpet teacher is sobbing uncontrollably, and I hold him in my arms.
• I tell him everything is going to be OK.
• We are in my bed.

• The following morning I cannot get the man out of my head, it is excruciating.
• I believe I am in love with this man, and that he loves me back.
• I have never felt anything so powerful and wonderful in all my life.
• But something is very, very wrong.
• I wake up and sit with my head in my hands.
• My thoughts are like a hurricane.
• I tweet about this in August 2023, when hackers start to reveal themselves to me and communication begins in earnest.

• Was there some Buddha-level kung fu going on?

• I guess your plan looked like the only possible way out but God had an even better and bigger Plan, my love <3, and He’s so happy with us both I will cry!

A loud voice

• The following morning I wake up.
• My head is screaming at me.
• Years later I realize I must be under the influence of an exceedingly strong hallucinogenic drug dose.
• As I’m sitting at the end of my bed, distressed, I hear a loud voice say: “He is not for you.”
• I have no idea where this voice comes from.
• I do not believe this voice.
• Incidentally, this voice has a British accent.

Suggestions through the walls or North London’s finest?

• I’m wondering if sometimes the neighbors who were involved in the conspiracy, probably the upstairs ones, were able to speak directly to me through the walls of my apartment (given the walls were so thin and you can hear everything).
• If I was drugged and in a very confused state, a statement like “He is not for you” might appear to be coming from my own mind.
• It was an alien thought though.
• Another option is that it could have come from my phone which was on the bedside table; given the British accent this seems more likely.
• The question is, why would the criminals want me to think that he was not for me while maintaining the love relationship existed? It didn’t make sense.
• I believe this man was secretly following Instructions, perhaps maybe doing his own thing a bit too.
• I believe he had concocted a plan, and was carefully working through it, but then in that moment, in my arms, something happened and he slipped up.

• It is this moment that marks the beginning of the end for the porn-gangs of Dénia and their international co-conspirators.

Valentine

• When I visited Whitefriars Church in Dublin with Steve in September 2025, and saw the statue of Valentine, I was looking at a replica of the trumpet teacher who cried in my arms.
• It was astonishing.
• When I look back at this strange event, it was as if I was holding St Valentine himself in my arms as he sobbed his heart out.

• Interestingly enough, if one was having a genuine relationship with an actual saint, I suspect it might feel at least as intense as I felt it.
• Moreover, if Saint Valentine did find himself held in my arms in the most repellant situation imaginable, my view is he would sob his eyes out, and has probably been doing just that for centuries.
• I bet the witches misuse him endlessly.
• Poor old Valentine. Maybe his image is a little safer now.

A simple wooden box on the sofa

• I dream or vision a solid but simple wooden coffin-shaped box lying on the sofa in my sitting room.
• I see it all the time.
• It’s a large box, big enough for a reasonably large man.
• I imagine it means that we will be married and I will bury him.
• Although I wonder now if I was completely off about that and, instead, it was in relation to the previous target who may have lived in the apartment, and died.
• And of course, it may have been a warning to me personally about the intentions of the people pretending to have normal roles in my life.

Gloria winks conspiratorially

• Whenever I leave the chamber music class to go home on a Monday night, Gloria is at reception.
• Not one to turn a blind eye, she grins and winks at me in a conspiratorial manner.
• She obviously knows everything that’s going on.
• She will probably have a list of all the victims, maybe some souvenirs too.

Spanish registration for my car

• I register my car in Spain.
• I do this with a management service.
• When my license plate arrives, the registration is 7578 MDK.
• Murder Death Kill is a cult computer game, famous from 1981-1997.
• Could the criminal gangs of old men, with their numerous official contacts and powers of corruption have organized that too?

• I expect so.
• I wonder if they noticed that the numbers add up to 27; the number for life?
• I expect not.

Piano classes

• I’m reminded of the song Misty, I used to play it at university.
• It’s from the film about a stalker, Play Misty for Me.

Quote

Erroll Garner was inspired to write “Misty” on a flight from San Francisco to Chicago which passed through a thunderstorm: as the plane descended into O’Hare, Garner (was thinking about his wife) and he looked through the window to see a rainbow glowing through a haze and (the word Misty and the tune popped into his head). Erroll was moved to begin composing “Misty” on the spot.

• https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misty_(song)
• https://www.steynonline.com/11411/misty

• I’m playing it one day at class with Maria, who was busy with something else as usual.
• She reads the marks out for me for the term. She tells me the marks the trumpet teacher has given me and that he has left me a little comment saying something like I’m very motivated. Looking back, I realize his comment is extremely telling with regards to what’s actually going on for me.
• I expect the Generalitat will have deleted all the system records now, but I kept a copy.

• I tell her I feel like I’m on fire. She tells me I’m in love with him.
• She calls him Charlot; the name the Spanish use for Charlie Chaplin: Swim Charlie swim, don’t look back Charlie.

Choir rehearsal at the boat club

• At the end of term we have a choir rehearsal at the boat club in Dénia.
• Concha is the choir master.
• Paqui Fornet is there filming; and that’s apparently the reason for the extra rehearsal.
• It’s all a bit contrived and time-wasting.
• Paqui Fornet’s husband is there too. He sits scowling and glaring at everyone. I feel him looking at me.
• He looks extremely angry.
• It’s weird.

Show and tell

• I now believe Paqui engineered this situation in order that her husband might see me, the target.
• Does this mean Paqui’s husband did not turn up at my house as part of the switcheroo porn special?
• Or was he just curious to see how I was handling three-nights-a-week of sedated gang-rape?

Work stress

• Work is becoming extremely stressful and I’m unable to handle normal situations.
• I believe most of this stress was manipulated online by Dénia hackers and cyber-stalkers, and exacerbated by poisons and drugging.
• I quit my job with an amazing crypto company based in New York, Digital Asset, but I have another one lined up to go to immediately at zkSync.
• A headhunter had reached out to me on LinkedIn at a moment I was feeling extraordinarily unhappy at DA.
• I believe all this was staged.
• The person I spoke to online about the role worked as an engineer at zkSync on LinkedIn, but he ended up not existing!
• I never saw him in any meetings, including the all hands.
• He looked a little bit like my Spanish colleague living in the Canary Islands; but they were not the same people.
• I did an extensive search for the person in the company data and found no reference.
• I even asked my Spanish colleague who he was, and he didn’t know him.
• Then suddenly, just as I was getting suspicious, there was a reference to him on Slack, so I left it.
• All the fake accounts stalking my professional life are in my LinkedIn account which will need to be subpoenaed as they banned me for life on someone at Polygon’s request after they fired me in October 2024, a few days before the porn-gangs tried to murder me at home.
• In retrospect, Digital Asset was probably a safe space and I was mad not to have continued with them.
• They offered me a month’s stay in New York to learn their programming language but I declined due to my conservatory studies - total insanity!
• I believe all my decisions were being controlled by online manipulation and emotional triggering coupled with drugging.

zkSync

• I start my new role at zkSync.
• Looking back, I’m certain some of the men at zkSync were subscribing to the spy-cam porn and were aware of my sedated rape-porn history.
• My role at zkSync was another fabulous job which turns sour the minute you walk through the door, really sour.
• The men at zkSync build up the stress and tension, in-step with teachers and staff at the porn-school conservatory of Dénia, to extraordinary levels on the run up to 12^th June 2023, my “funeral”, after which I resign.
• I believe my resignation was a requirement from the gangs, and expected, especially by Bruno who was ready to make his move.
• Were my colleagues at zkSync given the date I was expected to leave by the gangs themselves?
• The week before the 12^th June, the CTO, a British man living in California who knew Elon Musk closely from having worked with him at Tesla, pings me a gun emoji the day before a firing day.
• I believe this ramping up of stress and tension was an integral part of the conspiracy, and likely aired on the porn channels.
• I expect many were itching to monitor my transition from female-tech-colleague-you-hate spy-cam sedated rape-porn star into a horse-porn and snuff victim, and probably kept up their subscriptions into Bali’s sedated rape extravaganza.
• Make no mistake, that was the plan; that’s how it always has been for thousands of women like me in Dénia.

Alex and Jordi

• Alex the CEO attends a crypto-conference and there are some live events we’re advised to watch.
• He’s sitting on a sofa with three other stars of the crypto space.
• One of them is Jordi Baylina from Polygon.
• This seems to be incidental, doesn’t it, except for Alex’s expression throughout the chat.
• It was as if someone had told him something extraordinary, something seedy and sexual, something he could hardly believe, and his face had contorted into a grinning snicker-smile that he couldn’t control.
• I’ll never forget it.
• It’ll be available for viewing.
• I wonder if Jordi had shown him something amazing. I wonder if it was me in one of my many appearances.

Alex and Zoe

• At one of the all hands meetings, either in April or May of this year, Alex the CEO and his assistant, Zoe, are signing in from a management team offsite in New York, I believe it was.

Offsites with zkSync

• These were a requirement and it was made very clear that it would be frowned upon if you did not attend.
• There was one the week I started, which I declined to attend, and my absence was indeed frowned upon!
• I was one of three or four women working in a company of over a hundred men and there were no female engineers.

• A few of the other managers were there with them; the British CTO who previously worked with Elon Musk, and there may have been some external company representatives there too.
• Anyway, the regular company all-hands meeting has started, everyone is there waiting online, but there is no Alex or Zoe.
• We’re all waiting.
• The music is pumping hard.
• About 5-10 minutes after the meeting’s start time, Alex and Zoe turn up online from their hotel rooms.
• Alex is breathless and sweating, and speaking as if he has been running a marathon.
• Zoe is looking a bit flushed too.
• Were they having sex?, I wondered.
• Everyone must have been thinking the same thing; it was a little obvious unless that’s what they wanted us to think.
• Gross, if they were, I thought, to be doing it right up to meeting everyone at the company all-hands.
• My view, one of the three women in the business at that time, might not have been the common view however if the company was full of porn-addict engineers, as it well might be.
• I thought nothing more of it.
• I did not know I was being drugged, poisoned, sedated, and broadcast live from my home on porn networks at that time.
• I wonder now if the whole offsite target-a-female-tech-colleague-in-a-threateningly-sexual-manner thing has been going for years, just like I experienced in Bali.
• Like the horrific porn-school Dénia conservatory experience, the Bali harassment was a well-oiled industry machine with multiple willing assistants.
• I felt I was very much expected to attend offsite events - a lone woman amongst hundreds of men - and, whenever I didn’t attend I felt an unspoken threat that I would be obliged to attend the next one.
• I would have found it very threatening to be having sex with a male colleague right up to the moment I was supposed to be in an online meeting with him and the whole company, him leading.
• I guess engineers who have sexual relationships with female colleagues share live footage on private Signal groups to their fellow addicts.
• Perhaps questions ascertaining a familiarity with and love of porn come up at engineer interview these days; to make sure they don’t hire anyone sane who might raise the alarm.
• I guess a descent into chaos like this is to be expected when young and unwise men are given millions and millions of dollars in funding to build systems that never see the light of day.
• They must feel triumphant, important, and extremely bored.
• Were they sedating Zoe too?

One of my colleagues at zkSync calls me every Monday after chamber music class

• One of the Ukrainian staff at zkSync, someone who is apparently of no fixed abode and moving from place to place while working for the company since the war began, takes a special interest in me.
• He calls me frequently, and we chat about work, but about nothing particularly essential.
• He really has no need to call me.
• My job is a joke to the engineers anyway, so any excessive interest is always a red flag.
• The most dubious thing about these calls were that they always followed a chamber music class on a Monday evening.
• Was he watching the switcheroo porn specials live from the conservatory and back at my home?
• Was he curious about how a human being responds consciously after a sedated-rape event in their own home?
• Or was he trying to understand, maybe become an integral part of, the gitano romance-and-sex manipulation trigger by checking in with me at these key moments?