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January 2024

Back home in Dénia

  • I arrive home still high and euphoric after Christmas and New Year.
  • All the online interactions have made me think I have a boyfriend.
  • Whenever I Google search my own account or the @jctot19 account, I see multiple references to boyfriends.

Boyfriends

Disclaimer: and thoughts on what’s really going on

  • I don’t really think I have a boyfriend, it’s too absurd.
  • I know I’m being tricked online, but I can’t seem to unhook myself from the relentless triggering.
  • It is post-after-post of meaningful words, phrases, and images related to the last year’s activity.
  • Posts come from multiple accounts I have never followed, and often never see again.
  • On its own, I don’t believe the online activity would be sufficient to maintain my interest, so I must have been ingesting mood-altering substances without my knowledge.
  • These two manipulation techniques meant that I could not think rationally about anything at all.
  • Whatever is triggering these beliefs is very powerful, and is connected to a daily overwhelming sexual arousal, something I did not experience before April 2023, and have not experienced since I left my apartment in October 2024.
  • I believe I was being drugged daily via the water coming into my apartment, tampered food and bathroom products, plus manipulation with online seduction techniques, and all of this continually reinforced by the outrageous behavior of teachers and staff at the conservatory of Dénia where I was studying the piano alongside hundreds of children.
  • I still have multiple samples ready for inspection if anyone ever gets round to caring about the safety and wellbeing of children, women, and young girls, and most importantly babies, toddlers, and newborns living in the Spanish Valencian community.
  • I can’t imagine how an inexperienced young girl or child could possibly survive a similarly vicious attack on the emotional and mental state.
  • I am convinced that such techniques have been used on children across the world by pornographers.
  • Hackers, in conversation with me over summer 2024, admit that targeting children has been part of what they are now required to do by their criminal bosses.
  • I continue chatting with the fake account that posted a picture of my hotel room.
  • The content goes from Dénia specifics, and I’ve no doubt a man is speaking to me, to someone who is unusually delighted and claims to be a retired British lady in France showing me pictures of goats in her garden, and back and forth like this.
  • I’m sure one of these people is either the trumpet teacher or someone close to him as they have information they could only know if they were involved in the crimes against me.
  • Later, I wonder if the criminals have delegate access to accounts like these, which they can slip in and out of easily, with the owners full knowledge.
  • The account states, again, that they’re nervous they’re actually talking to me instead of seeing me in the WhatsApp group.
  • We chat.
  • I’m sure it is the trumpet teacher.
  • He tells me he likes to paint but he hasn’t painted for many years.
  • I ask him why not.
  • He doesn’t say but it sounds like he had some sort of breakdown.
  • I wonder if it is jail.
  • I end up blocking the account because it’s all just so weird; but I think if you believe the lie, even a tiny bit, they think they have a hold over you.
  • It’s like if you talk to the Indian phone-scammer, even just a few words, they never leave you alone.
  • Nevertheless, I believed he loved me and wanted to communicate with me, a little.
  • Don’t we all want to be loved?
  • Who wouldn’t be influenced by feelings of love and a potential relationship with someone you believe you really like, even if it is manufactured and fake?
  • Or did they set me up with someone they knew would be a perfect match? And someone who was more-or-less the same size and shape as the real monster?
  • If true, how could they know I would fall in love? Weird occultism or astrology, maybe?
  • Did Christ the alchemist himself take over, on request from us both, and more?

The @JackChardwood X feed changes completely

  • On my @JackChardwood account, I have been seeing mostly rather dull content about crypto, tech, a bit of porn, and heaps of insipid Indian self-help accounts, motivational stuff.
  • It’s really very boring.
  • Suddenly, in early January 2024, my timeline changes completely.
  • It’s like I have a completely new account.
  • I see masses of spiritual content, love and romance, boy meets girl, sexual innuendo, way more porn, nothing like I was seeing before.
  • The fake accounts following me on this account reflect this too.
  • It’s so unusual I tweet about it.

What happened to my timeline

  • I mention it again in May 2024 suggesting what I’m seeing is all rather too much, which it is.

Prefer the insipid Indians

  • I believe the hackers and honey-trappers start doubling down in January 2024, knowing that the conservatory have devised the most outrageous psychological attack on me planned for March 12th which they must believe will certainly make me leave my studies, after which they can hand me over to the sex-gangs as was originally planned for June 12th 2023, but failed.
  • Tired by their idiocy, the staged event starring a woman dressed as Lorraine Blackbourn just made me more disgusted with them, so they had to do even worse until I did leave Dénia for Madrid a couple of days later, terrified and terrorized.
  • Once I had left the conservatory, teachers and staff must have felt relief that I had been finally handed over successfully to the porn gangs.
  • I wonder how many other students have had similar experiences.
  • The new content continues until I start writing my police statement in November 2024.
  • At that time, 70% of the fake accounts following me on @JackChardwood disappear on one afternoon, and all activity drops off completely, never to start up again at the time of writing.

Google search results reinforce the idea of boyfriends

  • For a few weeks, every time I look, I see multiple posts about boyfriends on Google search results.

Boyfriends

  • Like tables the year before, or fridges more recently, and the other continuously tailored Google search results, all I can see is a long list of various posts about boyfriends.
  • I refer to this early in the month on X. Although I had been seeing content about boyfriends for some time already, this was exceptional.

Wind-up merchants

  • Many of the boyfriend-posts have the caption I love my girlfriend. This is so interesting I document it.

I love my girlfriend

  • How do they do it? I ask X.

How do they do it

  • I mention how long I have seen manipulated Google search results.

Google search for about a year

  • This post was quickly liked by a porn bot, another common trait of the cyber-stalkers. It’s like I get an immediate agreement on any posts related to the stalking and abuse I was suffering.
  • I didn’t realize until July 2024 that the cyber-stalkers had access to multiple fake, often but not always porn accounts; thousands of accounts that they could spin up in seconds.
  • This is evidence of a seriously expensive and vast criminal software platform.
  • Vulnerable targets whose phones have been accessed by criminals don’t stand a chance, do they?
  • Significantly and ridiculously, the school board announced a ban on all mobile phones inside the conservatory building just after I had been terrorized into leaving due to being afraid for my life!
  • I thought the Google search results might be done with cookies in the browser, but I checked with different browsers, different devices, and even someone else’s device.
  • The results were the same as on my devices.
  • Of course, they may have hacked that young woman’s phone too, anyone close to me probably which at that time was no-one uninvolved in the conspiracy.

Taking the piss out of the boyfriend meme

  • If they can take the piss, so can I.
  • I post responses to the boyfriend hack, as I do with all the hacker foolishness.
  • Here’s a few examples of my piss-take responses to the boyfriend ridiculousness.

Boyfriend 1

  • Some of the responses to this one could be interpreted as rather sinister.

Boyfriend 2

Boyfriend 3

  • Is this a response to the poll results? And equally sinister, the knowledge of what was really going on rising to the surface in curious ways?

Boyfriend 4

  • You can’t make this stuff up.
  • God is good.

A strange meeting with Gabriel Silva

  • Polygon has just sacked 20% of the workforce, including my boss Grace Torrellas.
  • I meet Gabriel Silva to chat about work.
  • Something strange happens in this meeting.
  • I become very upset for some reason.
  • It’s inexplicable.
  • I remember Gabriel speaking very slowly and quietly, his face looking a bit shocked.
  • In fact, the look on his face reminded me of the look on my dad’s face when Domingo came into the kitchen in December 2014.
  • I was extremely upset, inexplicably.
  • I wonder about this event now, I didn’t see Gabriel for a long time after that, perhaps not for a few months.
  • The tech he was managing was failing spectacularly so it didn’t seem strange.
  • I wonder whether it could have been a porn-gang sedating tech demo, or perhaps a how we control women demo.

I see my naked 16-year-old body on X again

  • Hackers flash up another example of the porn they have with me in it, made in 1989, where I am sedated and gang-raped by a group of predominantly black men somewhere near Tottenham, North London.
  • Here’s me happy-go-lucky, just a month or so before my life is destroyed completely and intentionally by Tottenham rape gangs.

Me at school in June 1989

  • Unlike the previous example I had seen flashed up to me on my X interface, where my body was in profile, this time I am looking down on myself from behind my head.
  • I see my tiny, extremely pale, dappled even, naked child’s body.
  • I am on my back with my knees bent into a tiny ball, as before.
  • I know exactly what the criminals of Dénia, including teachers and staff at the conservatory, have seen.
  • In conversations with hackers, I regularly tweet about what they had shown me, and what I now knew existed.
  • This tweet is initially in reference to how they filmed me masturbating in Lourdes via my hacked laptop on Good Friday 2023.

Tweeting about knowing about the porn

  • The sickest thing is that they all know way more about what happened to me than I do!
  • Yet after 35 years, I have an overwhelming sense of relief that I now know exactly what happened all those years ago, and why.
  • My suspicions had been solid, all this time.
  • I can only guess at how much money criminals made from these films, of which there were probably a few.
  • Add to that the earnings that Dénia criminals were likely making on spy-cam porn of me in my apartment, and we are talking probably in the 10s of millions, owed to me personally, by criminal gangs in the UK and Spain, and the people and organizations that failed to stop it before it got incomprehensibly worse.
  • Pervert gangs had been enriching their lives on mine and other children’s suffering for decades; paying for their fast cars and flashy violent lives.
  • Men and women continued to enjoy seeing me terrorized and abused, creating more suffering for me wherever they could, reminding me of what happened to me (things that I was unaware of) with words and symbols.

Surrender

  • Just like in London in 1989, after enduring a series of violent and sedated sexual assaults, those interested in protecting the rape gangs managed to persuade friends and family and community that I was the problem, that I was crazy and unhinged, and that I had deserved it somehow and certainly deserved to be treated like dirt from then on.
  • It will be very interesting to find out exactly what has been said about me over the years, in the UK and Spain, and to figure out for what purpose.
  • Undermining victims is an essential defense for criminal gangs if they ever see the inside of a police interrogation room, never mind courtroom.
  • Typically everyone believes rapists over victims, although this is changing in some more evolved communities such as the UK hopefully.

Menstruation

  • I have a heavy period.
  • I believe it is my last as I do not have one again.
  • Eighteen-months later, when I’m safer and not being terrorized 24-hours a day, menstruation resumes.
  • I believe it ceased due to the stress I was under.
  • I believe the stress - in particular that caused by the relentless triggering around my experience of child sexual abuse - was intended to give me a nervous breakdown or lead me to suicide.
  • I believe others, some of whom I know, have been led to extreme psycho-emotional unwellness, or their deaths, in a similar fashion.

Galway, Ireland, TT

  • I’m still extraordinarily high after the events over Christmas 2023.
  • The non-stop euphoria and sexual arousal continues.
  • I travel to Ireland on 10th January for my Transforming Touch therapy course.
  • When I inform the choir teacher Salva I will be away, he says, “as long as you’re not going away for the weekend with your boyfriend”, referring to what Domingo had got his student Elsa to ask me previously concerning one of my tweets.
  • Salva says this every time I tell him I’m going to skip a class, and whenever else he gets the chance.
  • After recent events in Avila and Madrid, I’m convinced the trumpet teacher must want to communicate with me.
  • When I’m in Ireland, I open an anonymous account on X on my mobile.
  • I follow @jctot19 on it, and post solely to my timeline without interacting with his account directly at all.

While drafting this section in November 2024… written when I was still unaware of the switcheroo

  • I see a post from 9th January which I wonder about.
  • When I read it, it seems like the @jctot19 account might be finding ways to get out of what’s been happening by pretending someone has been harassing him, i.e. me.

Chica

  • I only saw this post in November 2024 in Bangkok.
  • It is very curious that I did not see this post before, and that I did see the full thread originally including the replies from the other user @LadyKilauea.
  • When I read this in November 2024, still under the influence of something, I was upset.
  • The tone was outrageous actually.
  • Draw a target in, again and again, drug and manipulate them online, then say they’re harassing you!
  • Given we don’t even know who or how many trumpet teachers there were, never mind who runs the @jctot19 honey-trap account, that’s quite a charge.
  • I wonder if this is how they defend themselves if a girl dares accuse them of sexual coercion/grooming and cyber-stalking, or anything at all.
  • Do these men say, oh she was obsessed with me.
  • Has that happened previously?
  • Well duh, yeah. You might well get obsessed with someone who drugs you and seduces you for sinister purposes.
  • Isn’t that the point?
  • Although, if the porn gangs set up a dummy love-interest, then maybe such a suggestion could be reasonable under those circumstances, albeit very unlikely and leaving too many more unanswered questions.
  • In a situation like my experiences at the conservatory, there’s no way a dummy love-interest could not know what was going on.
  • It appears the whole of the Marina Alta region of Spain knew what was going on!
  • The first post I see on his timeline, on 10th January, is an image of an angel climbing a ladder to heaven.

Angel climbing to heaven

  • It appeared to be a message to me, and gave me a loving feeling, so I continued posting.
  • This, and a preponderance of the tweets I saw posted on this account throughout 2023 and 2024, have been deleted now.
  • I posted about the Transforming Touch therapy protocol, and looked on his timeline for responses, as before.
  • There was a to-and-fro, as before, all positive.
  • After a day or two of this, however, the content starts to be interspersed with references to porn, specifically violent and humiliating porn; much of it containing unpleasant references to Ana Requena.
  • I feel Carmen Cano energy (learned by watching the @sinremite content) and an older brutish male energy all over the activity.
  • I posted one tweet with a sexual connotation; will you look me dead in the eyes?
  • The account immediately reaches out to a random woman he hasn’t seen in years with an anodyne tweet, now deleted.
  • All communication ceased immediately from that moment. It was as if I had turned the lights out with my statement.
  • Did I surprise them?
  • My tweet was a direct reference to Winston May; the rape-gang ring-leader from North London who I will see for the first time in over thirty years in June 2024 while campaigning for the general election in the UK.
  • Winston May (who I detested when I was a child, by the way, but who totally controlled me) always looked me dead in the eyes while raping me.
  • Given I was being triggered to remember events and instances from 1989, and one of the trumpet teachers had reminded me of Winston May - the second trumpet teacher; the brother and Mark both reminded me of Winston May - it is unsurprising that odd memories like this popped up from time to time.
  • This may well be in my statement to the police, but it is also possibly viewable in the porn.
  • The other option is that the Spanish gangs were working closely with the rape-gangs of North London and Winston May told them in detail about his sexual MO with vulnerable girls, and they used the information to procure children and terrorize me.
  • There was no further interaction.
  • I stopped communicating and deleted the twitter account.
  • Over those few days, it seemed that multiple people were controlling the @jctot19 account.
  • This is reasonable considering anyone with hacked access to my devices can rewrite UI content at will; so if multiple parties were hacking me, this is the sort of activity one might expect, especially if somewhere in the maelstrom of evil a friend also lurked.
  • Why don’t I say the male energy was Domingo Cano?
  • Well, Domingo was inept really, and probably only efficient at (and interested in) terrorizing children and teenagers, not women.
  • The things he said and did always made me think of him as somewhat of a fool, and, in my naivety about the situation back then, I could never understand why everyone put up with him.

How much does land cost in Spain

  • I meet a few of the practitioners in the hot tub at the hotel one evening.
  • Steve is there.
  • I tell him I’m still being terrorized by teachers and staff at the conservatory in Spain.
  • He asks me, repeatedly, how much does land cost in Spain?
  • I tell him it depends, repeatedly, and he asks again.

How much is land in Spain

  • I expect that’s HS again.

Flying back to Spain from Ireland

San Antonio and the cat

  • After one of our transforming touch (TT) module sessions in Galway, Steve and I have a short chat.
  • He remarks that he had been thinking of me a month before, on Saturday 14th December 2023.
  • He had been in San Antonio, Texas, at his son’s graduation ceremony.
  • During or afterwards, they had gone to visit the shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe; or they had been in the cathedral in San Antonio, I can’t quite remember the details of where they went.
  • Anyway, they were walking around and they saw a picture of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
  • When Steve looked at it, he thought of me.
  • “Oh I’m thinking of Katharine,” he said to his friend, something like this, again I can’t quite remember.
  • And then he looked and said, “what’s that, is it a cat?”
  • Here’s the pic.

Our Lady of Guadalupe

  • He thought the angel holding the cloth beneath Our Lady was a cat.
  • It was such a bizarre exchange, I end up having to look it all up online later.
  • I email Steve with the details.
  • It turns out, it is not a cat at all, it’s a man.
  • It’s Juan Diego.
  • I send Steve the results of my investigation.

Juan Diego

  • He replies he always knew it was Juan Diego.

Madrid airport

  • While I’m emailing Steve on my mobile phone with the results of my investigation, I experience extreme activity online.
  • Steve and I have a very loving, yet professional relationship.
  • Nevertheless, whenever I finished an email to Steve with love while waiting for my flight to Valencia, I feel an intense jealousy, not from myself.
  • When I get on the plane, I bang my head quite hard accidentally, except it doesn’t seem accidental, and it didn’t hurt at all.
  • It felt intentional.
  • I do not understand these thoughts and feelings, but I’m conscious that it is important to report them.

The photographer

  • When I get home, on my @JackChardwood feed, I see a photo of a woman swimming.
  • The picture AI drew for me below is not quite right, but perhaps helpful.

Swimmer

  • She has a camera in her hand.
  • The person taking the photo is about twenty-feet down and looking up towards the surface where the woman is swimming.
  • Her longish light-brown hair swirls outwards in the water.
  • The sun shines through the top layer of the water but all around is darkness.
  • I know that the woman is the same person who took the picture of the man swimming in the @jctot19 profile.

ToT profile pic

  • I have no idea why I know this.
  • The feeling I have when I see the photo reminds me of the overwhelming feelings of love and romance that started up in April 2023 or earlier.
  • I also have a strong sensation that I own this woman.
  • I feel like she is mine to do whatever I want with.
  • There is also a delighted sensation, like a tingling, that I am going to treat her badly and she won’t be able to do anything about it.
  • This is the tingling of all my tormentors, quickly turning to extreme fear when challenged by Love.
  • She reminds me a little bit of Sylvie but I don’t see her face.
  • I scroll away and when I go back to look at the photo again it is gone.
  • I never see it again.
  • Like the jealousy I felt at Madrid airport, it was as if, not just that I was in someone else’s head but that I was that person.
  • I felt it must be the trumpet teacher, the man I loved, and that the connection was real.
  • I was sad to have had those heavy violent thoughts about others.
  • Nevertheless, the feelings I had for this man were so intense, I was certain of a true partnership.
  • And yet, the conflict with the horrible reality in Dénia made no sense at all.
  • It was excruciating, but I had to go on.
  • Now I wonder if I had just become extraordinarily psychic on whatever hallucinogens I was ingesting at the time, which clearly became even more potent after intense TT healing sessions.
  • It looks like I see this photo, or similar, again in February and screenshot it.

Therapy table

  • I buy a therapy table with the intention of starting up a Transformational Touch (TT) trauma therapy practice in Dénia.

Therapy table

  • Online in conversation with hackers, I mention that everyone might benefit from getting on my table.
  • A post flashes up I’M NOT DOING THAT!!, as if shouting.
  • I realize later they are referring to the gang-rape on the table incident I had mentioned in my police statement from 2015 that Dénia terrorists had been trying to remind me of at the beach, and on Google search results that showed only tables, and the Carmen account mentioning tables again and again.
  • They had been triggering me online with the ‘table’ meme since at least August 2023, possibly even as far back as 2014.
  • I really had no idea what they were going on about, until I saw myself in a still from child gang-rape porn in November 2023, but even then I was not wholly certain about the table references.
  • It’s a curious irony that practitioners call the TT trauma therapy bed a table.
  • It’s an even more curious irony that someone, somewhere, attended TT therapy online training with me from June 2020 to sometime in 2022 maybe June.
  • Every. Single. Session.

TT therapy with the author

  • In 2025, I donate the therapy table to Steve Terrell’s work in Jerusalem, Israel; and that’s where it is today.

Boots from Ireland

  • I buy some expensive boots at Brown Thomas in Galway.
  • They’re beautiful.

Boots

  • I bring them home and put them on my shoe rack.
  • A few days later I notice they are quite severely scuffed.
  • I never noticed this in the shop; in fact they were pristine when I tried them on.
  • I hadn’t even worn them once, so I contact the seller to complain.
  • I assumed they’d given me an old pair from the back and I hadn’t noticed because they were in the box already.
  • I send pictures.
  • I see that the boots are even more badly scuffed a year later when I pack them to leave in February 2024.
  • I only wore them once for a couple of hours.
  • They look like they’ve been worn a lot; it’s very strange.

Evidence of people coming into my apartment?

  • Looking back, I wonder if this sort of thing is to do with people entering my apartment without my knowledge whenever they got the chance to cause mischief, and add poison/drugs to my food and toiletries.
  • A similar thing happened with a pair of expensive jeans from El Corte Ingles in Zaragoza the year before.
  • It’d be interesting to know if anyone wore the boots out while I was away.
  • I certainly saw Carmen Cano outside the internal main door to my apartment block on 1 November 2024.
  • Could she and others have been coming in regularly; knowing, as they did, my location at any time?

I buy an iPhone

  • I take my ex-colleague’s advice and buy an iPhone 14 in the hope it will impede hackers.
  • Here’s a copy of the confirmation from Apple.
  • Hackers enter my phone nearly immediately; I assume via my home network.
  • I know this from fake account profile messages which match conversations I have had during the day, from clear evidence stalkers know exactly where I’m going to be at any given moment, and from my feeling that the threat level is increasing, online and in-person.

Ana and Ana and Paqui

  • Ana Girbes starts taking a more central role in the bullying at the conservatory.
  • She makes herself visible to me whenever I come into class.
  • She seems to be waiting for me; at her door, or by reception, or even outside the toilet when I come out so she can “bump” into me and say something unpleasant.
  • She glares at me furiously whenever I see her.
  • I have no idea why.
  • As with everything else, there’s no reasonable explanation for her bizarre and unpleasant behavior.
  • I’m also still seeing the Ana Girbes transformer figure online on the @jctot19 x Google search.

Ana transformer figure

  • I wonder who else saw the pic. It is an exceptional likeness.
  • One evening, Ana Girbes is waiting for me as I come out of the toilets.
  • She barks something as she walks past me.
  • It is a derogatory statement about a private urinary health matter I have only ever told Google search.

Private health concerns

  • There is no way anyone could have known about the very private health issue I was suffering unless they had seen my online Google search activity.
  • I only ever told Google search, no-one else.
  • I never wrote about it, publicly or privately.
  • Ana Girbes either had access to my online activity herself, or someone was telling her what to say to me with the intention of terrorizing me by making me realize I had no privacy at all, even when it came to extremely personal health matters.
  • Interestingly, I only suffered this particular health symptom while I was being poisoned and drugged; so all throughout my time at Carrer Furs and when I was traveling during that time and was still ingesting something that had been added to bathroom products or health supplements.
  • At the time of writing, and since a recent colonic fast and detox undertaken in early June 2025, this symptom that suggests weak or damaged kidneys and urinary issues has disappeared completely!
  • Ana Girbes and Ana Requena create highly suggestive choreographed routines designed to make me anxious and stressed, and this goes on way into March.
  • They are always glaring at me furiously, but they never say a word.
  • The implication is that Ana Requena is furious at me for being in love with the trumpet teacher who is her boyfriend.
  • This story is reinforced heavily online via my X feed and Google searches, and they even start suggesting she is pregnant by him.
  • On one occasion during the month of January, they both change their demeanor completely.
  • They smile sweetly at me instead, and never say anything.
  • This changes back to feigned and intense fury the next time I go in.
  • I mention it in a tweet, and appear to think the woman are on my side again.

Ana smiles sweetly

More reenactments coming directly from information in my statement to the Metropolitan police

  • Curiously, this was also part of my child sexual abuse statement to the police.
  • I described in detail what the pedophile had done to terrorize me and make me too afraid to say no to him.
  • One of those things was that he would be furiously angry with me, and then be kind, and then be angry again, and repeat this process; sometimes these changes happened in seconds.
  • The angry times included violent threats to my life.
  • This psychological destabilizing technique was devastating to my child’s mind and emotional stability, and my body still can react to this sort of thing, even though inside I’m relatively calm.
  • Ironically, after suffering like this at the hands of teachers and staff at the conservatory, a lot of my PTSD reactions have disappeared.
  • At the time, however, my arms started to feel weak whenever I was around Ana and Ana, it’s like I could not use them effectively, they hung off me, heavy, sore and achy.
  • This was a PTSD reaction coming from being held down sedated and got decidedly worse over the next months.

  • Paqui Fornet would then reinforce their behavior towards me, as if it was justified, with an off the cuff remark at my piano class such as:

    • “Oh you never stop chasing another women’s man do you”, referring to me taking Ana’s boyfriend!
    • “You’re a grass total”, an angry remark referring to me cataloguing any events at the conservatory on my X feed, perhaps sometimes that involving things she had said or done. The offending tweet which caused this comment is here:

    Grass total

    • As you can see, my tweet hardly warrants any comment, unless Paqui was monitoring my online activity minute-by-minute and knew I was talking about her because we had just had the conversation in which she had said “It’s what they do” (see following point) when I had told her how stressed I was and that Domingo and his associates were terrorizing me. Note also my respect and admiration for this woman at that time.
    • “It’s what the men do”, referring to the overwhelming stress I am under, and other similarly triggering statements.
    • I’d just like to take a moment to remind everyone at this point that these women are teachers in a public school with temporary-guardianship responsibility over many hundreds of children.

I tell Paqui I’m being terrorized by teachers and staff at the conservatory

  • At one of my piano classes, I tell Paqui Fornet, my piano teacher, that Domingo Cano and his associates are terrorizing me and have been terrorizing me since June 12th 2023.
  • It was just before a piano concert at the social centre in Dénia in January 2024.
  • The students of the conservatory are usually invited to such concerts.
  • Paqui had asked me if I was going to attend.
  • I asked her if it was safe for me to go.
  • She seemed alarmed at my question, which is when I told her I was being terrorized by the conservatory men, Domingo and others.
  • I believed I could trust her at that point, at least a little bit.
  • She didn’t reply apart from saying that it would be safe for me to go to the concert.
  • I had no idea she was 100% involved; a ringleader in fact.
  • She had no further interest in finding out more about what I had told her.
  • At a later class, when I’m still obviously reeling emotionally from what’s going on and I say I’m still being stalked by Domingo and his associates online and in the town and how it’s relentless, she says in an uppity manner, “It’s what they do.”
  • I take this to mean that men in Denia commonly single out a woman to terrorize, and everyone knows, and no-one is going to help me.

The concert

  • I do go to the piano concert at the social centre, I believe the next day.
  • I wait in line for the tickets.
  • I see Ana, Paqui, and a number of people I know from the conservatory.
  • They whisper to each other, look at me, and even point sometimes.
  • People I don’t know laugh jeeringly behind me.
  • No-one talks to me, or even acknowledges me.
  • Even the students have stopped talking to me.
  • I sit on my own upstairs, far away from everyone.

Target of conservatory bullies

  • Teachers and staff stare at me horribly; they do not return my smiles and waves, Paqui included.
  • It’s all very threatening.
  • Could everyone have decided that, because I was being sedated, raped, and broadcast on porn networks from my apartment without my knowledge, and had been for some years, that was reason and justification enough to detest me?
  • Or were they all doing what they were told, knowing that if they didn’t, they might be poisoned, maimed, or murdered like so many others had been?
  • The constant stress and tension of being bullied and terrorized around the clock has started to take its toll on my health and wellbeing.

The smug man I always see

  • Every time I go to the conservatory, to practice or for classes, the smug guy is there waiting for me to see him.
  • He is standing outside reception, waiting on the stairs, or standing outside a class talking to the other teachers.

Smug guy

  • He’s quite often standing with one of the Anas, Jaume the director, or Domingo.
  • I don’t know who he is but he significantly came out of the phone shop just as I was about to enter it so I guess I’m supposed to think he is something to do with the hacking.
  • One evening, he is coming down the stairs as I am going up.
  • As we pass, I smile genuinely at him.
  • A flash of pure fear flies across his face.
  • I tweet about it.

Wiping the smug off

  • I can practically hear a loud and strident, pointy male voice saying at a meeting of teachers, “And you’ll be the engineer”, and him having no choice but to accept.
  • It was always nice for me to see the true human emotion of fear in a situation like this; hidden not so far underneath the jeering sneering evil.
  • It won’t take much to see it everywhere, I expect.
  • Perhaps we’re seeing a bit already now?

Panda

  • While editing this chapter, on 14th July 2025, I see that I have got some timings a little bit wrong.
  • I had a chunk in here about a reference to panda, my Tibetan monk friend.
  • I had sent him a monetary gift at Christmas, and this was mentioned online by hackers.
  • Although it had been mentioned a few times already, the significant mention came in March.
  • I removed the section from January 2024, and made some other changes to the next section.
  • When I check my X feed, I have some notifications.
  • One is panda.

Panda

  • All editorial activity is saved in git for investigation and confirmation.

Nacho says sorry

  • The French horn player, an adult woman who sits beside me in choir class, follows me out one evening to assess my reaction to Nacho when I see him.
  • She sees me grimace when I see him, the only reasonable reaction to such a person.
  • The woman smiles and looks satisfied, and off she goes.
  • A few mornings later, while I’m practicing, Nacho pops his head into the practice room, says sorry and then disappears again.
  • I find it meaningful and tweet about it.
  • Something banal like, “hmm interesting”, and just after the event.
  • Perhaps not obvious to someone uninvolved in terrorizing me, but they will have known exactly what I was referring to. I’ll find it shortly.
  • At the next choir class, Nacho is back on bullying form and continues to be threatening towards me.
  • I see him interacting with all the young girls (Domingo’s students) after class.
  • They’re all saying coffee really loudly.
  • He is asking them if they’ll go for a coffee.
  • I ask Samuel what’s going on, why are they saying coffee loudly.
  • Samuel says, oh it’s just a game.
  • Coffee is one of the terror-terms Domingo, TT, and their co-conspirators had used relentlessly since 2014, and at the commencement of the bullying when I started my studies in 2022, and by TT himself in the sporadic classes he attended.

Nacho follows me around town

  • The following Saturday, I need to run some errands in Dénia.
  • Nacho is always there, wherever I am, walking by me in view.
  • He’s following me, trying to upset me.
  • I smile and laugh at him.
  • He looks embarrassed and nearly trips up.

Nacho follows me around town

  • Back at home, I see a fake account on X whose profile message seems to relate to this event.

Smile it confuses them

  • I respond and get a reply.

Smile it confuses them

  • I’m curious about the reply, “True, it’s always funny to watch the what do I say now!”.
  • What is the “what do I say now?”
  • Is everyone watching my every move, every minute of the day?
  • Does she/he (Hazel Smith?) really want to say, “sedated-porn-target live stream”?
  • Do they live stream the children from the conservatory too?
  • Even though I do my best to hide it, the constant persecution causes me a lot of stress and anxiety.
  • When I have time to think about what’s going on, I have a dull and uncomfortable pain in my arms and shoulders.
  • It feels like I can’t move them; I have to push through a force, as if something is holding them down.

Threatening men outside

  • On 16th January, I’m walking back home after practicing the piano at the conservatory.
  • I take an unusual route to enter my building from the back.
  • As I’m walking up the Calle Alcanali, I see at the top, parked on the opposite side of the Calle Xativa, a grey coupe Mercedes or similar, possibly two-door; a very expensive and fast car.

Grey coupe car

  • There are two men sitting in the front.
  • They glare at me angrily.

Grey Mercedes coupe

  • As I approach them, crossing the street, they make the engine scream and howl before speeding off, the tyres screeching.
  • I become frightened and tweet about it.

Threatening men outside

  • I recognize one of them as a man who had fixed my car back in 2013; a man who worked at the garage near my old flat.
  • He was wearing big goggle glasses and had longish dark-grey hair.
  • He looked pretty much exactly the same as when he had helped me replace a flat battery at that time.
  • I see the same car again after I resign from my studies at the conservatory in fear for my life, and the porn-gangs move in to finish me off.
  • At that time, from April or May 2025, fast cars will growl outside my apartment and often I hear them beeping their horns loudly as they pass.
  • Carrer Furs is an extremely quite road.

Constant threat

  • In general, the threat level is growing in the town, at the conservatory, and online.
  • No one speaks to me, at all, but they are all extremely busy choreographing ridiculous “moments” which will “make me think” something about something.
  • I’m becoming extremely anxious.
  • It’s getting difficult to perform simple tasks normally. I need extra effort for things I usually don’t think about.
  • My hands and arms feel weak all the time.
  • My mind is constantly filled with concerns about what’s going on.
  • I now wonder if I was being spiked by something anxiety-forming at this time, but perhaps the behavior of teachers, staff, and students at the conservatory during this period is enough to explain the anxiety I’m feeling.
  • This anxiety grows until, probably, June when I’m in Lourdes and then head back to the UK for a few weeks. From February to May it is overwhelming.
  • It is still not nearly as bad as the anxiety I experienced after reporting child sexual abuse to the police in 2015, however.
  • And quite possibly not as bad as the PTSD I suffered from sexual abuse in 1989, which coincidentally came with some extra bullying on top from apparent friends, another thing I mentioned to the police in my 2015 statement.
  • Is it possible that what I was feeling over these months was connected to more sedated sexual abuse I was not aware of happening in my apartment?
  • Everything that’s going on is extraordinarily evil and I can hardly believe it.
  • I often wonder how many others have been targets like me. Undoubtedly loads.
  • These people are running a finely-tuned sex-terror mechanism.
  • I wonder how many of their targets were minors, and ended up in prostitution or porn, or whether they ended up having nervous breakdowns or killing themselves.
  • I can’t help but think about Lorraine, often.

Dick pics from the choir teacher

Dick pics

  • About half-an-hour into the class, Salva the teacher’s WhatsApp beeps.
  • He takes out his phone to look at his messages.
  • Suddenly, he’s enraged.
  • He starts telling a horror story to the children; about terrible things that have happened in schools.
  • The children become animated and overexcited.
  • I’m paraphrasing and misquoting, but the gist was that he had a student in a class one time, someone who thought they were a spiritual mystic, and were complaining about bullying, but were in fact psychotic and mentally ill.
  • I believe some of my tweets around my study of A Course In Miracles might have prompted such statements.

Miracle-working tweets

  • Surely this shows untoward observation of my every move online?
  • Salva continues by saying that this person brought a knife into class and stabbed everyone.
  • He may have even mentioned horrible details about cutting body parts off students.
  • He was, of course, referring to me somehow!
  • It was unbelievable.
  • I was utterly appalled at his behavior.
  • So was Samuel who sat behind me.
  • I mentioned to Samuel that Salva clearly didn’t want his students to return to class.
  • Someone unknown had sent him a link to my post on WhatsApp, for a joke.
  • (Boys will be boys I guess.)
  • The guilt, vengeance, and anger, on top of the hatred he already bore towards me, caused Salva to lose the balance of his mind completely.
  • Did Salva also know me intimately without my knowledge?

Trying to get help again

  • My stress and anxiety levels are through the roof.
  • Something sinister and threatening is happening to me every minute of every day.
  • I exist in a constant state of fear and dread.
  • The euphoria has disappeared completely.
  • It seems to have been replaced with excessive fearfulness.
  • I wonder now if they changed the prescription.
  • I don’t know why the Generalitat has not replied to my letter from October 2023.
  • I decide to write to them again.
  • I also decide to write to Katia, my classmate at chamber music who is apparently Ana Requena’s close friend.

January 18th correspondence to Katia

  • Katia significantly gave me her mobile number at class before Christmas.
  • I can’t believe the women would be involved in terrorizing me if they knew the truth.
  • I convince myself the men must be lying to them about me.
  • As well as the two Ana’s, Katia is also ridiculously angry with me for no reason.
  • I’m worn down.
  • I feel it is all very unfair.
  • I text Katia on the number she gave me.
  • Note I still believe the trumpet teacher’s name is Vidal and there is something going on with him and Ana.
  • Note my reasonableness and kindness in my attempts to solve this horrific problem I have.

WhatsApp to Katia Thu, Jan 18, 2024 at 10:55 AM

Dear K, it seems a good time to reach out to you.

No-one speaks to me so I imagine the only info you all get is from people with bad intentions towards me/us.

There’s no need for anyone to be angry at me.

I had no idea about Ana until July, and only from pictures of her they posted online!

And at that time I thought it had to be a lie because I had been terrorized by them so badly I could not/cannot believe anything they say. They said a lot of disparaging things about Ana.

They continue to terrorise me online. They pretend they’re Vidal and pretend they’re in love with me. It’s such bullshit but sometimes I quite enjoyed the game, I admit. I’m sorry about that.

I was attracted to Vidal initially. I had a horrible PTSD reaction to his attention (which was also a lie) and I did reach out to him to explain I had been sexually abused as a child and so found it difficult to communicate with people I liked. I did that in April. But probably you all know that.

And no-one said anything to me, and they tried to destroy me. Nice people!

It was very healing for me to do that, and his reaction to me was very pure and loving, which didn’t help matters, but anyway …

So basically Anna has nothing to worry about with regards to me. Other Ana has no need to be angry with me. I can only assume I have been lied about egregiously once again because I’ve no idea why she’s so angry.

If you want, we can get together, us women, and I will tell you my story because you will be truly horrified at how I have been treated by them and you cannot know the full story because only monsters would be angry with me if they knew it.

Let me know, I’d be happy to do that. I may need a translator.

If you want, I can also forward you the letter I sent to Concha after they tried to crucify me in June (which probably Ana was aware of, but OK), and the letters I have sent to the Generalitat about continued abuse, hacking my phone, videoing me at my hotel, etc. It’s been an absolutely hell for me.

So, yes, I did get tough, and I will continue to be tough because their behaviour is absolutely unbelievable, and criminal too.

I’m not the problem. It was Domingo initially and now it is whoever has been managing the information.

In the meantime, please let the women know that I have no bad feelings towards anyone and I wish Ana the very best. And I see she has an amazing friend in you.

I hope we can move forward from all this macho chaos and destruction.

With love and respect.

Katharine

  • Katia does not reply, or even mention the text when I see her next at class.
  • It was seen and read, however.
  • The next time I see Katia she says, “Oh you are the best”, in a weird way, and nothing more.

January 18th correspondence to the Generalitat

  • I email the Generalitat again with an update of what’s going on.
  • I did not write the email in English first, and when I read it I find that either the Spanish is very poor, or my stressed state of mind is apparent, or both.
  • Notice I confirm my feelings about the women and my certainty they cannot be involved.
  • I receive no reply.
  • The Generalitat instead tell me they have transferred the matter to the Alicante office.
  • I have to ask them to give me a contact there I can write to.
  • It feels like they’re fobbing me off and getting rid of an utter inconvenience.
  • It’s three months since I wrote my original letter of complaint asking for help.
  • Is this what happens to parents who raise the alarm about any serious wrong-doing by teachers and staff?
  • Does the Generalitat’s total dismissal of my complaint give the sex gangs carte blanche going forward?
  • Does the Generalitat realize that they very literally put my life in total jeopardy by ignoring my pleas for help?
  • Was that, perhaps, the most sure and certain way of getting rid of me?
  • How many others?
  • ¿Cuántos más?
  • I wonder about this every day.

Forwarded to Christine BJ

Domingo demonstrates his control of women again

  • The day after I write to the Generalitat, I go to practice the piano at the conservatory.
  • As I’m going up the stairs, Domingo is coming down the stairs with a woman.
  • He’s sort of behind and beside, semi-forcing this woman down along with him at his fast pace, like he’s frogmarching her.

Frogmarching

  • The two are very closely connected physically.
  • They rush past me and he stares at me as he passes.
  • The woman’s head is down.
  • They remind me of the woman in the tunnel.
  • The woman has dark-colored skin, and I wonder if she is the German ex-girlfriend he mentioned back in 2014.
  • It’s a demonstration for my benefit and a sign he knows I wrote to the Generalitat again, and he doesn’t care.
  • I’m not impressed.

X.com

  • For anyone interested, there is a lot of interesting data in my X account activity.
  • Here’s the search link for January 2024.
  • I don’t have the energy for this at the moment; maybe it’ll return. X is always there.
  • I imagine it’s all been backed up too, with names, posts, IPs, etc; probably even deleted ones.
  • Let’s get those little foxes.

@1frgvn

Reporting threats

  • https://x.com/1FRGVN/status/1751698770314535410 -> I’m always nudging away at them. It gave me some pleasure in extraordinarily challenging times, I must say.
  • Reference to the “baby seal”, i.e. me, and how I just never go away.

The baby seal lives

Current google searches with the young man

@JackChardwood

  • The first rumblings of the book to come.

Fear and loathing in Las Marinas