May 2023

Acupuncture with Thao Qi

• The acupuncturist I spoke to in February, when I became extremely concerned about my health, is back in Dénia.
• We arrange sessions to start this month.
• When I visit, she is surprised at the poor state of my pulses, especially my kidneys and tells me my right kidney is practically dead.
• I explain that I’ve had some recent stresses, and my abuse history, and to expect my pulses to be weak due to this.
• I don’t trust her. Something’s not right.
• She only takes cash.
• When I tell her I work in crypto, she grins that grin.
• In one session, I have a 20 euro note in my phone jacket. It is not there when I look for it later.
• When I’m on the table, I have the sensation she takes my bag out of the room and photographs my bank cards.
• I do not bring my bag or wallet to sessions again.
• She gives me a pad and instructs me to take it home and write down my feelings on it. I don’t.
• She insists I bring the pad back.
• I say things that make her surprised at my intuition and awareness.
• I tell her I believe I’m going to have a boyfriend soon.

Thao at the beach

• On one of my Sunday walks this month, I see Thao at the beach sitting in the spot I usually stop at.
• It feels contrived, a set up, so I ignore her and walk home instead.
• I never see her at the beach again.

I love the smell of garbure in the morning

• The constant stalking, and whatever else is happening to me unawares, causes me to go into fighting mode.
• Whenever I feel this way, I post something to that effect.
• One of my favorite memes, related to my relationship with Mary, was about garbure.
• https://x.com/1FRGVN/status/1658010374677962753.

Chamber music concert

• A small concert is arranged.
• We will play Misty, a song I had become slightly obsessed with, and another rehearsal tune.
• The thought of everyone coming to a concert where myself and the trumpet teacher are in the same room, and with everything that’s happened so far; the constant bullying, my feelings for him, how my whole body vibrates whenever I’m with him, the whole conservatory knowing something of my child sexual abuse history, because he told them, and him not speaking to me about any of it. It’s all too much.
• I’m clear with the trumpet teacher that I do not want to do it, but I have to agree because it is a requirement of the course.
• It feels like a set up; a trap. I’m right about this with no details.
• The concert is originally arranged for the Casa de Cultura in the town.
• After my groans of complaint, the venue somehow changes and the concert will take place at the conservatory instead.
• Myself and Pablo, the autistic girl Candela and her guitarist partner, turn up to play.
• I am, as usual, euphoric, anxious, and high.
• We wait in the trumpet teaching room while he goes out (and conspires with the other teachers).
• When it’s time to set up, we all walk around to the concert room 5 at the conservatory.
• Ana Girbes is standing outside her room which is on the way.
• As I pass her, she asks me loudly, “Are you alright?”.
• It’s incongruous.
• I have no idea why she would ask me this in such an ugly manner.

Teachers repeat phrases from my police statement

• Someone told Ana to say this to me as I walked past her, and she did as she was told.
• This came directly from my statement to the police in 2015 in which I detailed clear memories from that time, including things people had said to me.
• This phrase, specifically, was something an old school friend had said to me when I was in a traumatized PTSD freeze state.
• I didn’t know my police statement was being read by the original British porn and prostitution gangs themselves, and their Spanish counterparts in Dénia, and that a repeat of everything that had happened to me when I was 16 was being replayed in 2023.
• On the run up to the 12^th June 2023, when I was supposed to have been so terrorized I would leave my studies at the conservatory and never come back, these triggering events became more frequent.
• We can only guess at what was originally intended for me beyond 12^th June 2023 other than what was already happening to me with and without my knowledge.
• Whatever it was, my actions (and someone helping me in the shadows) ensured it didn’t happen, and teachers and staff at the conservatory, and the townsfolk, instead panicked and had to double down and continue terrorizing me on into the following study year.
• Nevertheless, what had been happening to me up till then was already sufficiently criminal to put a whole bunch of them in jail for a very long time.

Further confirmation in December 2024?

• Just after posting this related update on X: commit no: 2370a8d, I feel like tweeting about it, so I do: https://x.com/1FRGVN/status/1864692459860893752

• A few moments later:

• Susan Hamill is a member of Posey Parker’s Let Women Speak movement and someone I find rather threatening.
• Who told her to post that message at that moment?

• As we are setting up for the concert, Ana Requena comes in again with her instrument, this time dressed up like she’s going out for the evening; same old contrived love-triangle weirdness.
• There is a door into the next room where Ana goes with her instrument. I believe the other trumpet teachers are waiting behind this door to make their switcheroo appearances in the porn special.
• One of the trumpet teachers flirts with me outrageously in public. I flirt back. It’s quite amusing.
• I remember I have cause to say, after he asks me about my surname, and just after Ana has been in, that “Katharine is sufficient,” and he giggles. He primes this, of course.
• It’s hard to remember which trumpet teacher that was but I’m pretty sure it was one of the second lot of trumpet teachers.
• For the next significant event, the trumpet teacher is played by Gloria the-school-receptionist’s brother Ivan.
• I’m sitting in my chair, he is standing in front of me, our eyes lock and there is a powerful and undeniably reciprocal sexual attraction which is rather overwhelming.
• I will be reminded of the look I give him at this moment when I see plate lady online in July.
• This moment has no history which concerns me immensely.
• What I mean to say, is that I remember suddenly slouching low in my chair, with my legs splayed, in the middle of the room, in front of this man, clothed but experiencing an intense sexual arousal as if something huge and sexual had just happened.
• I suspect I was sedated and sexually assaulted in the concert room at the conservatory prior to this memory.
• I expect this means the whole event was filmed.
• After whatever happened here, the trumpet teacher heads to the back of the room, with his back to us, humming gently, for about 5 minutes, to collect himself.
• I believe the men switch again at this point.
• I sit as far away from him as possible in the room. The feelings I’m having are enormous; it doesn’t make any sense and I don’t understand it but I’m not clear-headed enough at that moment to realize something is very amiss.
• I don’t look at him again, and he gives me a wide birth too.
• The sexual arousal I have for this man is overpowering!
• I’m sure this means they drugged, sedated, and assaulted me in the classroom itself.
• Were the kids drugged too; did they witness it?
• I tweet about this later on, and other key evidence as I slowly figure it all out and tell my story on X: https://x.com/1FRGVN/status/1759770318409695275.
• Eventually the concert begins and is successful, although I hear the trumpet teacher instructing Pablo to mess up on the Misty tune.

• The trumpet teacher who says this is Mark from English class in 2014.
• Later, the third trumpet teacher enters again without me noticing.
• Carmen Lopez Cano, Domingo’s sister, a tiny blond woman, was playing the role of Pablo’s “mum” in the audience and she was the only other adult person in the room apart from the “teachers”.
• She brought a small child with her.
• The concert ends and I leave to walk out.
• I notice one of the other teachers has come in to watch and he is sitting at the back of the concert room.
• He was someone I had seen around but don’t know his name. He was at the filming demo the year before along with the teacher who ended up committing suicide earlier in 2023.
• I reach the door, and I hear a man’s voice say “Katharine”.
• I turn around and catch the trumpet teacher’s eyes.
• The trumpet teachers have swapped again, this is Mark again.
• At the time I don’t notice anything because they have successfully merged at least four men into one person in my perception with their gypsy animal training techniques alongside sedated sexual assaults, online manipulation, and drugging and poisoning that causes brain damage.
• As I think back, it’s possible that more of the team turned up that afternoon and swapped a few times during this concert.

Tracking the returning memories

• It’s interesting to see how much of the conspiracy I had figured out when I originally drafted this section.
• On the first draft, I had not yet realized I was being drugged continuously.
• On the second or third drafts, I hadn’t realized there were two trumpet teachers, and that I was sedated and starring in rape-porn live-streamed from my apartment on a regular basis.
• On a more recent draft of this section which adds the notification box below, I’m aware there are at least four trumpet teachers starring in switcheroo-porn at the conservatory with me starring.
• I guess that means this chamber music concert itself must have been live-streamed, and there are copies of it all over the world.

Feigned jealousy from the love-triangle

• The two Ana’s (violin teacher and musical language teacher) made a great fuss of pretending that Ana the violin teacher was terribly jealous and angry with me for posting information about this concert while I was still attending classes in the winter of 2024.
• Ana and Ana never let up terrorizing me at that time.
• Were they forced to do this so that I would have a ready-made non-sex-offending explanation for my constant state of anxiety?

I think they might have murdered me instantly

• When I think back on it all, I wonder about what might have happened to me if I had noticed the switcheroos early on.
• What would the gang have done if I had gotten conscious of what was going on, and spoken up or made a scene?
• It is my view I would have been murdered, quickly, and no-one would have been able to do a thing about it, least of all me.
• I wonder how many times teachers and staff in the conservatory system of Spain have drugged a woman or child student with the intention of filming them in porn and how many classrooms double as porn-studios.

Slush puppy

• At chamber music class, Samuel asks me to explain what Slush Puppy means in English.
• I tell him that it is a flavored soft drink with ice.
• I ask him why he wants to know.
• He doesn’t say anything.
• I now know that Slush Puppy is a common porn reference.
• Remember Samuel’s email address that he gave me is the name of a porn distribution network.
• I wonder what he was referring to, and if it had taken place in my apartment while I was sedated during the month of May 2023.

Assessment day at the conservatory

• I’m heading in to piano class and to practice.
• It’s a Wednesday.
• All the teachers are there as it is assessment day, or something like this.
• On my way in, I notice the trumpet teacher driving past me just after I have walked outside of my building.
• He looks at me and looks away.
• This is trumpet teacher number four.
• His car is small and grey but I notice nothing more about it.
• When I get into class, I realize he was at the meeting and probably had to leave early.
• I get a very bad feeling from some of the teachers including the choir master Filibert who stands and glares at me without moving while I walk past him down the stairs.
• Maria shows me the chamber music evaluations for the year; complete with some snide remarks given everyone knew what was going on, including the Generalitat.

Concert de Orfeo de Dénia

• The choir I used to sing in, the Orfeo de Dénia, gave a concert to celebrate 40 years of activity.
• Mercedes had told me about it at my piano classes.
• I went along and met some of my old pals. It was really wonderful to see them again.

• Paqui Fornet Pastor was there, my final piano teacher at the conservatory when I eventually left in fear of my life in March 2024; someone very much involved in the conspiracy and gang-stalking although I couldn’t have known that at the time.
• I saw Klara Sarkadi, the choir master, for the first time in nearly 10 years and we chatted for a while.
• She spoke to me in a concerned way. She seemed nervous. Her mouth was dry and she kept tripping up on her words.
• Klara Sarkadi is a good friend of Domingo Cano. She has known him for years. She would ask me about him, what I thought of him and similar, back in 2014 when I first had classes with him. I didn’t realize she was reporting back.
• Klara has more recently been studying to be an orchestral conductor at the superior conservatory of Alicante.

• One wonders how she managed to get all that ‘enchufe’ in the conservatory system? The same public school system which is actively sexually grooming students and attempting to murder anyone who complains.
• Looking back, Klari’s demeanor towards me at that time spoke volumes about her close relationship to Domingo and what she knew was going on for me at that time.
• I got home that evening and got Covid.
• I was in bed for about 3 days.
• Covid battered my kidneys. I was really worried about my kidney health.
• Covid hit me very hard, in fact.

• When I managed to get out of bed, the weird communication with the trumpet teacher continued on Twitter.

Covid

• How did I get Covid?
• No-one else had it, and I so rarely left the house!
• Joan Carles said he had it, but perhaps he was pretending.
• Curious.

Conservatory choir concert

• The conservatory performed a summer choir and orchestra concert which was also a graduation celebration for the 6^th year students passing out.
• I was probably still infectious with Covid, but I went to the conservatory choir concert nonetheless, masked up.
• I was thinking; with all this Twitter communication, the trumpet teacher must talk to me, so I will go.
• I saw him in the audience.
• He didn’t talk to me.
• Nacho the clarinet teacher, close friend of Domingo Cano, stares at me and laughs like a hyena.
• I arrive home angry.
• I post an angry tweet about Domingo and his little group of followers; how it is extremely weird that adult men are hanging out with 14 year old girls, that a male teacher can get this group of little girls to bully another teacher, and other things.
• I tweet that Domingo is “probably a trans woman”.
• It really was my only transgression in all of this, but I was really angry.
• In fact, it was the only thing I ever felt at all guilty about, in three years of psychological, sexual, and emotional torture, and only a tiny weeny bit.
• I was really only concerned that my tweet might have upset Concha because I had mentioned her (not by name).
• I deleted the tweet on June 12^th.

Elvira

• It is a cold rainy day and everyone is dressed warmly, apart from Elvira, Domingo’s 14-year-old student.
• She is wearing an extremely skimpy vest top and is clearly very cold.
• I’m concerned Domingo has told her what to wear that day, just like at the audition the June previous.
• I will see naked women doing porn in vest tops just like these throughout the cyber-abuse.
• It’s such a specific thing, I started to wonder why women in porn would be wearing vest tops.
• My assumption is it refers to rape; i.e. “we don’t waste time undressing her properly”.
• When I figure this out, I remember Elvira at the choir concert and how concerned I had been about what she was wearing.
• The trumpet teacher attended the choir concert and was in the audience. This was the larger man of the three that came to the conservatory; the one that managed the chamber music concert.
• Was he picking out his next victims?
• Was Elvira highlighted for him as being groomed and ready by what she was wearing?
• Or was Domingo proudly demonstrating, yet again, just how much power he has over little girls?

Next class at the conservatory

• When I went back to the conservatory for chamber music class the next Monday, the whole atmosphere had changed again.
• Gloria threw her hands up at me at reception angrily.
• I felt a coldness towards me I had not felt before.
• It was obvious everyone knew what I had said on X about Domingo.
• In my mind, I thought the trumpet teacher must be telling everyone what I had said. I believed he was the only person reading at my tweets!
• It was all very disconcerting, and yet the physical vibrations I was feeling were even stronger in class. My whole body was vibrating.
• I tried to ask him if he felt it too. I couldn’t.
• I was out of my mind.
• At the same time, I continued to feel under constant threat.

Respect for privacy

• Interestingly, until 12^th June 2023 I was very respectful of the privacy of this man the trumpet teacher.
• I didn’t phone or text him at all.
• Although my whole body was screaming that I was having a real sexual relationship, and was very much in love with someone, my conscious awareness knew nothing about the man and that was normal and fine.
• I wonder if this was triggered so I wouldn’t start delving, or was my attitude unexpected and stalled the industrial-scale cyber-stalking until August.

Possums

• It was around this time I started to see X posts related to possums. All. The. Time.
• Daily possum, day of the possum, possum every hour, all sorts: https://x.com/PossumEveryHour.

• I have no interest in possums. I find them quite ugly.
• I certainly never followed any of these accounts.
• This nonsense continues until October 2024 when I find out why I’m seeing possums all the time on my X feed.
• Since October 2024, no possums.
• Given hackers have root access to all my devices, they can manipulate my X timeline, and other social media accounts, directly.
• I suspect there is a specific piece of software developed precisely for this purpose that law enforcement - if they were ever interested in protecting women and children - would find examples of on all my devices.

Aware of the plot

• I’m aware that there is something very sinister going on but it is all hidden.
• I relate everything to my experiences with and concerns about Domingo Cano.
• From time to time I tweet where I’m at with my understanding of everything that’s going on for me.

Jaws

• I continue to relate the behavior of the trumpet teacher to the shark in Jaws.
• I’m finding adequate symbolism to describe what’s happening plus parallels to healing everywhere I look.

Harmony class the week after my first explosive tweet

• After every harmony class, Samuel walked part of the way home with me and we chatted in English.
• Samuel was planning on being an English teacher.
• You may remember I told you he had been studying singing at Javea conservatory and had changed to study piano with Domingo instead and it was never really clear why.
• His singing voice was great and he was too old to be studying piano again.
• Whenever I asked him about why he had changed studies, he didn’t really have a solid reason and instead sounded like he felt he was wasting his time. There was a sense of not really having any choice in the matter also.
• Nevertheless, he was really excited about becoming an English teacher. He kept telling me about the English teacher’s course he was going to do over the summer online.
• He took pains to tell me how embarrassed he was his parents had paid for it.

Back handers?

• Who paid for Samuel’s online English teaching course? Was it really his parents?
• Or did Samuel rearrange his whole life at Domingo’s request so he could sit by me and talk to me in English every week at class, and on the way home, and report back.
• Was he being well paid for his services to the local porn industry?
• Would he have been able to refuse such a request safely?

• On this particular evening, the first harmony class after I called Domingo a ‘trans woman’ on X, we walked home together.
• He was firing questions at me. He mentioned smoking pot, drugs, raving. He talked about how there were drug dealers everywhere. It was all most incongruous.
• Samuel had his phone in his hand, and any time I said anything, he stopped and typed something into a WhatsApp chat.
• It was as if he was repeating everything I said to someone. Domingo of course, his piano teacher.
• He also mentioned, bizarrely and repeatedly, a black man in a UK TV show and I believe he was referring to the @AllyBrisket account and suggesting it was Domingo.
• Did Samuel know that a person under the influence of certain psychoactive substances would understand suggestions like these in an exaggerated way?
• Or does my tendency to think better of people get in the way of the truth which is that the real trigger is black men, i.e. reference to the sedated rape-gang porn from 1989 and that which everyone knew was coming up for me again in real life after my ‘funeral’ on 12^th June 2023, but didn’t.

Did the harmony teacher know I was being poisoned at home?

• In one of the last classes in May, the harmony teacher was marking homework.
• Only myself and one other student, Sofia, were there.
• The teacher, Adria Gil, was erratic and bizarrely behaved, as usual.
• As he was marking my homework, he announced very loudly, “What happened Katharine? Usually your homework is really good but this is terrible, it’s not like you at all.”
• He says, “Were you angry?”, and laughs in a jeering manner.

• He says this again and again, laughing.
• He was right, there was something extremely off about this particular piece of homework compared to the others.
• I thought about it and I remembered making tea and sitting down to do my homework, as usual, on a Sunday evening.
• I remembered this occasion very well because I was not able to get my thoughts straight about anything at all. I was finding it very hard to concentrate and link ideas to keys and chords. It was like I had to push through a solid wall to get any thought about music to make sense. I was constantly going back and forth to the keyboard to check my work.
  • I had to keep going to the keyboard as I wasn’t able to visualize the keys; something I had no trouble with all my life.
• Did Adria know or suspect I was being drugged/poisoned at home, and was he remarking on it?
• Had my tweet about Domingo being a ‘trans woman’ made everyone at the conservatory more open about their hatred and violent intentions towards me?
• Was that the instruction from above? For everyone to “treat the bitch extremely badly from now on”?
• To kill or maim her?
• They got close.
• I’m still struggling with basic cognitive skills in May 2025, something that low-level doses of methanol, or whatever, can obliterate.
• He did threaten to poison me after all.
• I guess he was just making good on his threat.

TEB with Robin

• I book a number of TEB therapy sessions with senior practitioner and professional therapist Robin Sullivan.
• Transforming the experienced-based brain, or TEB, is the therapy that I have been learning in Ireland and online with Stephen Terrell since 2020.
• I specifically wanted these therapy sessions to take place on the Monday before a chamber music class, mainly to calm my nerves and anxiety before going to class.
• Sometimes he came to class, often he canceled.

Attendance

• Of course, the trumpet teacher’s sketchy attendance makes it hard to remember specific days and times he may have turned up to class, and precisely what happened at those times in class or at home, unless it was of an exaggerated significance such as the rhabdo event in January.
• It’s clear that reporting events such as this to the police, and being confused about days and times he turned up for class or not, makes it easy for the criminal gangs to provide alibies, and/or police to cast doubts on victims’ truthfulness.

• I explain in detail to Robin the physical, psychological, and emotional effects of what was happening to me at the hands of teachers and staff at the conservatory of Dénia at that time, and since January; about how I’ve been feeling, about this man the trumpet teacher, about apparently being in love, the chaos and anxiety, and my powerful feelings for him.
• I detail the intensity of it, the sexual arousal, and also my kidney problems and when they began.
• I explain how I have never felt this way about someone before.
• She remains unconvinced and says let’s leave the trumpet teacher relationship to one side.
• I am clearly out of my mind.
• She will have written records of everything that happened in the sessions and anything I reported afterwards.
• During one of my sessions with Robin, on the 29^th May, the trumpet teacher phones me.
• When the treatment is over, I return his missed call.
• When I speak to him he sounds like he is taking the piss. He is calling to cancel class that day, and he keeps talking about having “double sessions” because he missed so many classes, but it is in an extremely weird way (pervy even) and he is trying not to laugh as if he has an audience.

Double sessions

• Looking back, this sort of thing suggests that indeed they are sedating me and coming into my flat to sexually assault me, film it, and monetize it on porn networks.
• Does ‘double session’ refer to more than one man involved?

• That evening, I had asked Robin for the HPA axis enhancement which supports the fear centres of the nervous system.
• I asked her for this due to the overwhelming anxiety I was feeling with regards to the trumpet teacher and going to his classes and my continuing kidney issues.
• The healing was very powerful and I went to bed afterwards, about 7pm, and woke up the next morning.
• I felt that I had slept well that night.
• I wake the following morning and I have a small bolus of faeces in my knickers.
• It has been flattened somehow. It is shaped like a soft round token with a beveled border. Something like this, but not so symmetrical.

• It appeared that I had poo-ed myself during the night.
• This was very startling. I had never done this before, not even when I was a child.
• I report this to Robin, and other TEB practitioners when I am in Ireland in June.
• Does this happen to women when they have anal sex?

Twitter

• The curious and intense interactions on X between my own account and the @jctot19 account continues.
• I have no doubt that this account is the trumpet teacher’s account and that he and maybe just a few of his mates are reading my tweets.
• He posts something on his timeline; a pic, a meme, or a message which is clearly for me and I respond.
• There is a continuous back and forth.
• I flirt continuously with what I think is him.

• One significant post was in regards to a favorite film.

• The Lives of Others is about the secret police listening into residents’ lives in East Germany during the Cold War. The irony was lost on me at the time.
• After intense stalking and harassment in March 2024, and possible serious physical assault while sedated, I post a poll with this film as the winning option that describes the mood over the last year.

• The tweets below were part of the screenshot I took and didn’t bother to edit. They were not related to the Lives of Others tweet.

Translated threats

• It just occurred to me to look up the translation of the other tweets above; time of writing 25^th April 2025.
• Notice the translation of ‘10’ into something rather sinister.
• These sorts of rewritten-UI threats have been ongoing on X, and elsewhere, while British and Spanish criminal gangs have had access to my machines and are angry with me because their evil is backfiring on them.

• The Metropolitan police have told me this sort of thing is not a threat or worth investigating.

A Course In Miracles

• Around this time, I start the course text once again.
• I will share a lot of this with my stalker friends over the next years.