May 2024

Post-conservatory, pre-Bali

• I was forced to leave my conservatory studies in fear for my life.
• I’m doing my best to get some technical and legal help so I can return to the police in Madrid and they will investigate.
• Everything I try to do to help my situation, however, seems to falter.
• I have no idea what has really been going on for over two-years in my apartment; I still think I have just been the victim of gang-stalking and bullying, and my devices hacked.
• The idea that I was lured to my apartment online in 2021, and that it is set up with spy-cams, and that I’m an online porn sensation internationally, and that everyone in Dénia, man woman and child, is aware of this, is something utterly incomprehensible to me.
• The porn-gangs are now preparing for Bali, after which I assume the intention is that I am completely destroyed by porn world; psychologically, emotionally, sexually, and of course financially.
• To that end, online stalking ramps up with constant threats, suggestions of violent relationships, and abusive put downs in what I assume is an attempt to weaken me so I don’t make such a fuss when the time comes.
• Is this what Zoe was trying to do whenever she spoke to me relentlessly about violent relationships?
• The criminal gangs only had a few weeks before Bali.
• I had just been porn-prepped after being drugged by the gypsies on my way home from dinner, and I remember this whole period and on into June and beyond as being a time when I was constantly high.
• Everyone involved - thousands of porn-addicts around the world including very famous people - are certain that no-one is going to help me, that I will never survive the mass assault.
• Consequently, Hazel Smith doesn’t even bother trying to hide anymore.
• My view on this in June 2026 is she was instructed to ramp up the online stalking to fever-pitched levels in order to distract me from the true criminal intentions which was the preparatory sedating-raping-and-orgasm sessions prior to the Polygon Bali conference, and she and many others just like her had no choice, apparently, but to obey the mass rapists in their targeting of unusually lucrative victims.
• Am I right? Of course I am.

Hazel Smith pretends to be Esteve online

• The fake account below has the face of Esteve the chamber music teacher in the profile pic but no-one is expecting me to think he’s running it.

• It pops up as usual on my timeline and berates me incessantly for weeks.
• I know it’s Hazel immediately and tell her.

• She is not holding back.
• I suggest she not want to M people.

• Of course, I’m referring to what happened between us in 2007, something no one else knows about.
• She doesn’t like me saying this.

• There was a lot of talk about the mother, Sandra, and the account became apoplectic saying that she had died and how dare I talk about her this way. The usual aggressive verbiage to try to make you cower and apologize. I probably did a bit, apologize that is.
• You can go through this tweet graph at your leisure. It’s quite fun.
• At the time, I thought it could have been anyone in the region with excellent English, except this account knew things that only myself and Hazel (or people who know her intimately) could have known.
• I wonder who DS Lc is?

• Oh yeah, it’s me, Lydia Cleaves… except I’m a DCI on X. I’m a DS on Google mail. Mistake?
• There was a lot of talk about how I had f*ed up, which was curious.
• Indeed, she spent a lot of energy telling me how I had f-ed up which was an interesting projection, but as I mentioned probably intentionally meant to whittle away at my inner resources so I would be more easily inclined to give up my life to the porn-gangs post-Bali.

• She didn’t really know what I was doing, or why, which was nice.

• But she had some small concerns, and made sure to tell me who was in charge.

• It took them over a year more before they started wondering if they might have made a gargantuan mistake targeting me.
• More recently (27^th November 2024), another account popped-up in the same significant way, Granny Smith.

• The language reads exactly like the @HierEncore49002 account.
• This account was highlighted to me by So (Janet) one of my dodgy general election volunteers in November 2024.
• I believe So (Janet) could very well know the Smiths in a professional manner and so too the Dénia porn-gangs who she termed hunters in a nearly reverent way, after they themselves had called themselves the same online.
• The @LardShugga account (I’d put money on being run by Sandra Smith) was deleted over the last two days (November 2024). The timing is interesting.
• I thought it might be interesting to have a look at our shared followers and, indeed, there are some dubious references on here, and some solid followers and friends as you might expect given the history.

• After these interactions, I would see this account’s posts on my timeline frequently.
• It was as if she was on an AI auto-rant about a man who had been obsessed with her, who’d followed her to Scotland, etc etc: relentless drivel with, I expect, truths thrown in.

The laundry

• I go to the laundry to dry my clothes.
• A man comes in who recognizes me. I have no idea who he is.
• He seems surprised to see me and snickers in that way they do.
• I email my mother and tell her.

• My mother has some pre-baked gaslight for it, as usual.
• The La Colada laundry has CCTV, by the way.

Threatening cars outside my apartment

• Every day, in the morning and evening and around lunchtime, cars drive by and beep their horns, triumphantly and repeatedly, outside my window when they’re level with my apartment.
• One of the cars is the same car that was lingering threateningly outside my apartment building in January; a grey Mercedes coupe, or similar, sporty and expensive.
• Another time I see Ana Requena’s blue van again and whoever is driving is extremely muscular as his arms is leaning on the window.
• At night, from about midnight, a parked car sits outside my apartment running it’s engine low for hours it seems until it screeches off at some ungodly hour.
• It’s a red hatchback and the owner has taken a lot of care in keeping in clean and shining.
• Sometimes, it sounds like there are two or three cars doing the same thing at night.

Climbing the Montgo

• I climb the Montgo one Saturday afternoon.
• Close to the top, I bump into Ana Requena, the violin teacher. She is with a husky dog and a short, black curly-haired man.

• I realize this was the man driving in the blue car incident; ducking down so he wouldn’t be seen and the myth of the trumpet teacher’s new car and relationship with Ana could continue.
• He is small enough to not be seen if he ducked down.
• I also remember this man from when I met Paul and Alessandra back in September 2023 in a cafe as one of the people who suddenly sat down beside us.
• And I realized even later that this was the man who told me how everyone got used to the yoga teacher’s relaxing horror-show music back in 2015.
• Ana barks Hola to me.
• I find this event utterly ironic, and I wonder if all Spanish people are psychopaths.
• In Bali, I see a tweet that suggests indeed the Spanish are pedophilic-psychopaths and have normalized the worst.

• I tweet about this event at in July in response to a tweet from, you know who, @january_myth.

• Is this how criminals hiding behind fake accounts use real people to avoid capture?
• Do Ana and her boyfriend, and everyone else, have to obey an order to perform a certain choreographed event which can then be used later as evidence of their involvement?
• Does this ensure their silence?
• What happens if they refuse the order? Or are they happy to shepherd porn-gang targets to their demise?
• Is the idea that, if the worst came to the worst and the police did decide to get their finger out, Ana and the rest of them go to prison instead of the real criminals?
• I expect so.
• I can tell I was on high-potency hallucinogens at this stage because in that altered state of mind I barely recognized Ana due to increasingly blurry vision, for one, and I was also trying to see if she was pregnant!
• Ana had walked quickly by me while her husband stopped and stood beside me for a few seconds while the dog looked at me.
• It was so upsetting, in fact, I canceled my hike and went home.
• I wonder if sometimes they’re tasked with throwing people off mountains.
• Certainly there have been a few examples of foreign women dying in this way while out walking with their Spanish husbands.
• One of Lorraine’s good friends died like this; a tragic accident. I was always suspicious.

Dreaming of the pedophile

• I dream of Winston May.

• I don’t think I have ever dreamed of Winston May, apart from once; a few months after the child sex attacks occurred in 1989.
• At that time, I dreamed he and I were in the same house in Plevna Crescent, and I asked him if I could go to the toilet, like a child asks an adult.
• He gave me permission, and when I went to the toilet in the dream, I wet the bed in real life.
• I was 16.
• I think this dream was a true memory of something that had actually happened just after an extraordinarily traumatic event.
• I hadn’t wet the bed since I was very small. I haven’t wet the bed since.
• In my dream in May 2024, he is wearing a yellow and grey checked jumper and a white chimney-sweep hat.
• We are in a kind of makeshift wooden room, like an external annex or temporary building.
• There are fold up tables with people sitting at them.
• There are piles of papers on the tables.
• He looks at me.
• I walk over to him to talk to him.
• He turns his head away and doesn’t speak.

Beams

Father meme

• The @Beams_Game account and all its interactions are a direct reference to my dad.
• “The beam” was a game my dad used to play with us when we were little - this is even referred to in the chat we have.
• Even more disturbing is some of the references the account owner makes to “enjoying it” with my father.
• Only with knowledge of the incest filmed at Joan Fuster, do online interactions like these become even more hideous.

• Grooming via social media, and unknown substances I’m ingesting without realizing it, continues apace on the run up to the Bali trip.
• An account interacts with my @JackChardwood account in an usual way.
• The interaction runs from 26^th April to 31^st May when I leave for Lourdes and away from the spy-cams at home and in Bali, and then they’re done.
• The account’s name is @Beams_Game.

• The account starts the conversation by replying to a reply.

• And immediately goes into a long and, what I find now to be a rather irritating rant.
• The rant has echoes of @hierencore49002; a way of keeping a conversation going without saying anything much at all.
• I do immediately wonder if it is someone I know.
• I suspect my cousin because of the psychotic nature of the rant.
• The account mentioned they were on a ketosis diet at one point and I thought, oh, it’s Domingo, except it could be any muscle man obviously.
• At the time, I become convinced extremely quickly that it’s the trumpet teacher, although I drop in and out of having this belief.
• It’s not at all clear why I would think this.
• My replies, at least to me, are proof I’m being dosed up on aphrodisiacs at home, and there’s no question I’m on something hallucinogenic.
• He talks candidly about his extremely violent father, sharing intimately; yet another predator grooming mechanism.
• Much of this content is deleted now.
• One tweet I can’t find anymore was posted on 8^th May when he says Watching you shifting through your ups and downs, gives me the feeling, i know you better then your self do. sic.

• The watching me through ups and downs, and impulses are waiting in line sentences are suggestive of men taking turns on me.
• It’s hard for me to understand why I was so utterly convinced I was talking to the trumpet teacher I loved, especially when there was a whole bunch of them.
• Do they have public conversations like these with targets, and stream them into a porn channel somewhere, while playing the sedated rape footage on the same screen?
• The account originally liked all my replies, always exactly when I posted. Was deleting them a means of letting me know I no longer served any purpose?
• I know the communication is related and non-random, just like the other stalker accounts that have interacted with me previously.
• He talks about a female friend coming in from time to time and indeed another account starts playing the same game for a short while: @karisuesaxe.

• I guess it’s likely this is Domingo and Carmen, but it could be any of them.
• I find myself eager for communication; the trick is working.
• I look up beams in Spanish.
• It is “Vigas”.
• I become convinced that this is the trumpet teacher’s nickname because he has big legs.
• At least, three of the set of trumpet teachers have big legs; not the first man, although they might be thickish they’re not big and muscular like the fourth muscle man, or like the other two (or three) who were tall men.
• Certainly the fourth man, the man that interviewed me online with perfect English in 2016 was pumping iron.
• Could this indeed be that guy’s nickname? I bet it is.
• There are sinister references from this account too, suggestions of violence.
• Another post talks about just having had coffee and pork crusts.

• My responses back to this person are even more telling.
• I appear to be totally out of my mind and ready to jump into bed with this person and throw away my whole life to be with him.

• Is that exactly what they have in mind for targets? I expect so.
• I, interestingly, told this person a story about my father; the answers are telling maybe, carefully worded.

• At the time, I wondered about these odd replies.
• Close to the end of our interaction, post-Bali, he posts an extremely sinister picture, I believe with the intention of shutting things down.

• The Beams interaction is a good example of the pattern of content coming from the various anonymous stalker-accounts that have interacted with me:

  • Subtle threats of violence.
  • Subtle mentions of knowledge we share.
  • Trigger words and symbols, memes.
  • Content peppered with romance and kindness, normal communication apparently, then a shock of some sort like the clown pic.

• If it wasn’t obvious from the threads, I remain extraordinarily highly sexually aroused throughout this month.

• Do the porn gangs find that without an object of interest, a target is not so responsive, let’s say.
• I expect so.

Telegram/Signal

• I was extraordinarily high at home for the whole of April, and on into May and beyond.
• This made me very vulnerable to online triggering and suggestion, and I found myself overwhelmingly sexually aroused on most afternoons which meant I had to masturbate.
• Often, on Google search, I would see a woman in her bed with the covers over her face and this made me wonder if someone was watching me, but then I would forget as another wave of euphoria kicked in.
• I was prompted to do a number of things online that I would never normally do.
• A Telegram chat on my Spanish phone invited me to play a game which I downloaded.
• It was a child’s game and it was never going to end, but the person on the Telegram chat kept egging me on to keep going and by level 326, or so, we could then chat personally.
• I quickly got bored with this, but I did wonder if this is how they hook the youngsters in, and I wondered whether my love the trumpet teacher was trying to tell me something important here.
• Then, sometime in early May, just before I left for Madrid, I was DM’ed on Twitter by a fake-account with some name connected to Elon Musk’s brother.
• The account is deleted now and, even though I kept the DM, it is now gone from my inbox.
• The account told me Elon wanted to talk to me, and gave me the Signal address.
• Weirdly, I’m utterly hooked. Utterly.
• I don’t even have a second thought about it. I know it is the trumpet teacher and I want to speak to him immediately.
• I text him on Signal.
• One of the first things the account says is send pics, obviously nudes is implied.
• I am angry, and tell them I’m not interested in pics, and I don’t want to see any male genitals either - the porn bombardment includes an erect penis at least once a day on my timeline, and even today albeit less frequently - but I still continue to talk to this person as if it is the man I love.
• I do not understand it. It’s very strange.
• Are they playing some low-level sub-audio track that connects me to him somehow?
• It was extremely weird in fact.
• The first text I sent to him, interestingly, was why don’t you come to Bali with me?
• I explained, I need someone to talk to the founders in Spanish about the forgivenet.
• He replied, What for?
• I said, Because men don’t listen to women with good ideas, so I need you to do the talking for me.
• He said, Oh yeah, that’s true.
• The communication continued right up to the Bali trip and I sent an extraordinarily long rant to the account while I was flying to Bali.
• In the rant, I mention an image I had seen on Google search on what I thought was his X account, @jctot19, throughout December 2023.
• The image I had seen on Google search was a still from a film about child sex trafficking, Sound of Freedom, a true story:

• I saw this curious image of the protagonist in a car so often on the Google search results, I ended up looking it up.
• I found out it was from a film about child sex trafficking.
• It felt, again, like the trumpet teacher I loved was conspiring with me against Domingo, as I had suggested to him in class back in February 2023 to end this our way.
• The film was playing on my Turkish Airlines flight to Bali.
• I watch it.
• It is a true story of child trafficking and the protagonist’s wife is called Katherine.

• It’s all so meaningful.
• I post a screenshot of what I’m watching to the Signal account I irrationally believe is the trumpet teacher I love.
• I wonder why the @jctot19 account would have added that image in Google search results for me to see, and I start to think the worst about the Tenor Cortis conservatory of Dénia.

Messages for me

• Was the trumpet teacher alerting me to child sex trafficking in Dénia, with the conservatory somehow operating as the training and/or recruitment ground?
• It seemed preposterous to me.
• More likely, I felt, they were referring to my child sexual abuse experience of grooming and trafficking that they had known about ever since I reported it to the Metropolitan police.
• But indeed, perhaps something even more startling was going on.
• Did I recruit trumpet teacher number one to save the world with me without even knowing it?

Madrid

• I drive to Madrid and stay from the 5^th to the 11^th at the Princesa Plaza.
• I’m flying out of Madrid on the 11^th May to Bali for an event with my work, Polygon Labs, and I need to get away from Dénia as living there under attack every time I leave my house is stressful to say the least.
• I’m not thinking straight, and I assume this is due to long-term drugging, or I would be organizing some definitive way out of the situation.
• My sight is blurry, all the time.
• I start to put on weight, quickly.
• Outside my hotel in Madrid, I see strange men hanging around.
• I always have the sense I’m being followed.
• Words from random conversations I have during the day, even from work meetings, are posted on fake account profiles that like my X posts.
• I am stalked online continuously.
• I have forgotten to block the camera on the phone and I see a significant message that describes something in the hotel room and/or something I’m wearing.
• They have full access to my new Spanish mobile, and there is something more going on which I cannot explain.
• On May 6^th, I receive an email notification that the conservatory has banned mobiles from the building.

• I inform my friend in Madrid about this.
• She says I have set a precedent.
• I wonder if it’s more so that no evidence of ongoing wrong-doing will be available by any means.
• And I wonder what they did find that prompted this?
• I have the sensation when I’m praying the rosary in my hotel room that the monster trumpet teacher is standing with me and praying the rosary too.
• I cannot explain this.
• I am extremely sexually aroused during this time.
• It felt like trumpet teacher number four was in my mind.
• I wasn’t aware of it at the time but it’s obvious to me now I was ingesting some strong mind-altering substance via my toiletries which had been accessed, as usual, by people entering my apartment at Carrer Furs without my knowledge.
• I was out of my mind on the run up to the Bali Polygon conference, but curiously and ironically the euphoria I experienced from whatever they were dosing me up with was giving me an unusual strength and fortitude which appeared to be bolstering my willpower and my connection to God so that I began to do things I would probably wouldn’t have done in any normal situation.

My speech at Let Women Speak Madrid

• On Saturday 11^th May, I give a speech at the Let Women Speak event in Madrid.
• I’m wearing my body cam.

• I describe in Spanish being targeted by a “manada” (vernacular for “rape gang”) in Dénia and how my current experience parallels precisely the child sexual abuse by a North London grooming gang I suffered when I was 16.
• Amazingly, a fake-account I believed to be run by the Cano’s that stalked me endlessly in 2023 had that term in the profile.

• I make the point that, had I been born 30 years later and the same thing had happened to me (or I saw it happening to friends and family) I would have sought comfort and safety in trans ideology, mutilating and sterilizing myself in the process.

Spanish feminists tell me why they refused to help me

• At the event, and in the online meetings prior, I meet Spanish feminists.
• They realize they know me from the previous September when I went public on Twitter asking for help.
• One of the organizers explains that, yes, we heard about someone from Dénia conservatory, but it wasn’t you.
• I tell her, yes it was me.
• She seems uncomfortable.
• I tell her that I was asking for help for the same things I’m talking about today.
• No, no, it couldn’t be you. We heard this woman was unstable, she says, like a victim of domestic violence.
• I remain flabbergasted.
• Another woman interrogates me about what is happening at lunch but my Spanish is so poor I can barely describe it.
• What I don’t know is that I’m being drugged so I’m not at all clear about what’s going on, and when I think about the trumpet teacher I get giggly because of the triggered sexual arousal.
• They must know, it must be very familiar to them.
• These people are running a well-oiled machine in business for decades. There’s no way Spanish feminists don’t know what the men are doing, in my view.
• They were warned off helping me, and it’s not at all clear why.
• Later, in January 2025, someone posts a picture of the woman who was organizing the Spanish feminists on my Facebook.
• The pic is her face in the Sphinx of Egypt.
• I take this to mean the woman has gitano connections and that she was told to discredit me in whatever way she could; and she could not refuse the request as per cultural patriarchal obligation.
• Is feminism in Spain reserved for those who will never be targeted by misogynist terrorist gangs?

Bali

Let’s be clear about this…

• If Polygon, Elon, Fireblocks, and all the rest of those sex offending tech-bros thought for one minute I might survive all this to tell the tale, it would have never happened.
• This certainty made them show and tell me things they might now wish they hadn’t, so that’s good.

• I am in Bali from 11^th-19^th May with work.
• We stay at the Grand Hyatt.
• In my toiletries, accessed via criminal entry to my apartment and likely my hotel room in Madrid, and possibly even my Bali hotel room too, are mind-altering substances which cause a sense of euphoria and overwhelming sexual arousal (perhaps coupled with my hacked phone’s audio playback) and which also cause a detrimental effect on vision.
• I have recently been porn-prepped possibly with involvement from the trumpet teacher I continue, without clear reason, to be in love with.
• I guess he’ll be able to tell us about what happened here and how the whole porn-target mechanism works, hopefully before we get to the Who Is This sections of this police statement where I will post photo-after-photo of women who have fallen foul of the Dénia porn gangs over the past decades.
• Hopefully, by that time, we will have gone very viral and we can start healing some broken hearts, and perhaps prompting some porn-addicts to choose again.

Pre-Bali shenanigans

Ben finds a Rust developer

• Benjamin, the Polygon Zero manager, is struggling to find a Rust developer.
• He reports this at every management meeting.
• Eventually, just before Bali, he finds one.
• Is it Aziz, or Azif, or whatever his name was?
• They both have the same Oxbridge accent.
• I like Ben.
• Ben leaves the company soon after Bali, hurriedly, just like a couple of the others do, notably Alicia, and the Aussie guy Jarrod Watts who Gabriel instructed to make me look incompetent.
• Was Ben employed solely for switcheroo planning?
• Was he buddies with the British CTO of zkSync - who also had exactly the same accent as him, and also knew Elon Musk personally?
• Was Ben even his real name?

Ajay, Alicia, Aman Pandey, and mushroom-man perform a military coup on my job

• Cross-company marketing teams are instructed to perform a military coup on my role.
• Hans and Anthony are not included in the intense pressure these teams put me under while they attempt to cause me severe anxiety and demonstrate my incompetence.
• Led by Ajay, Alicia, Aman, and mushroom man, in a meeting of about 15 people, I was informed their teams were coming in to overhaul the documentation, to fix it up, to help me.
• Aman meets me online. He tells me he is a multi-million dollar tech CEO. He’s an intern. I’m quietly amused.
• Mushroom man’s profile pic on Slack is him dressed up like a magic mushroom. He’s Hudson Jameson.

• Mushroom man meets me online. He tells me he is a kingpin in the Ethereum space. I’ve never heard of him.
• He gives out thousands of little pictures of himself dressed like a magic mushroom at EthCC in July. They were everywhere.
• I thanked the teams initially because I had a million things to do and no time to do them.
• I wrote a clear list on what I needed and how the process must work.
• They ignored my gratitude and everything I said, and went off in tangents doing whatever they felt like and blatantly taking over my role as docs team lead.
• Mushroom man was particularly unpleasant, ignoring my requests as I was making them and doing something orthogonal.
• Aman didn’t show up or complete any tasks I specifically gave him.
• Some of the Indian team members were very helpful and clearly just pulled in without any background knowledge.
• The rest was, of course, intentional.
• It was pretty horrendous.
• Porn gangs were watching of course, as well as international security services.
• The coup began in late March/April, after the redundancies, and the actual work (not much in the end) they did at the end of April, on the run up to Bali, did not require anything like the amount of people who met me initially or three whole teams plus their managers.
• I wonder who gave the original order for this.
• Was it David and Jordi, Ajay, or their Spanish underlings?
• Did they intentionally time the coup to coincide with the Dénia porn-gang drugging and sedated training?
• Were the gangs live-streaming these constant humiliations at work as part of the porn genre?
• Was this particular humiliation - like the zkSync increasing pressure, building up in step with the Denia porn-gangs on the run up to 12^th June 2023 - intended in the same way to build up pressure in step on the run up to Bali?
• Did Alicia, Ajay, Aman, and mushroom man know about the sedated spy-cam porn conspiracy, live-streaming from my apartment?
• Did they know that whoever had ordered the coup was working with a prolific serial-killing porn-gang based in Dénia?
• Would they have cared anyway, if they knew?
• I bet Alicia didn’t know.
• It was horrible but, frankly, the actual criminal activity I was dealing with online, and at home in my apartment, and at the conservatory, was far worse; it made Polygon’s marketing teams look like pipsqueaks.
• I ask for help from my managers.
• I’m ignored.
• During the military coup-style approach they took on my job, mushroom man was speaking online one afternoon to Jaime about his lengthy experience with drugs and hallucinogens.
• Was this so the porn gangs, or porn subscribers, monitoring my every move would know he was a cool guy?
• Did someone tell Hudson Elon himself was watching me?
• Is it possible Elon Musk is involved in the female-tech-colleague sedated-rape-porn conspiracy organized by a serial-killing porn-gang who may have links to the Madeline McCann kidnap?
• At the time, I thought the constant vicious behavior from staff at Polygon was due to my women’s rights activities online, but it wasn’t really that at all, although it’s possible that’s how the big important men in the know justified it to everyone else.
• Were some of them uncomfortable about what was going on?
• After Bali, in quick succession, an unusually high number of people involved in this porn-horror miniseries left the business: Alicia, Ajay, and Aman included.
• Did someone tell them I had been operating undercover for Interpol’s OCG child-sex-trafficking department since 2017, or earlier?
• That was just a joke, maybe, but the times I had unusually intuitive knowledge about the people I worked with might make them wonder about me a little too late; I knew Jaime was a golfer (he was dressed like one after all), and his pal was dressed like a paramedic in a meeting.
• Perhaps there have been friends everywhere, for decades!
• Also, a stalwart employee, female, from Barcelona who had worked under Miriam, very popular with everyone, poof, is gone.
• I’d be concerned about her safety while employed and on off-sites or events with the company.
• Did she know about something fishy going on?
• She organized paperwork and financial sign offs for HR so she will know about who was being hired and fired, etc.
• She could shed some light on Nadim et al for sure.

David Schwartz steps down

• While I’m in Madrid or just before, my manager David Schwartz is replaced by Paul O’Leary CTO.
• I now report to Paul.
• In the meeting with David, he tells me he is focussing full time on founder management, and asks me if I know what that means.
• I don’t know and ask him to enlighten me.
• He changes the subject.
• I inform him I’m still being terrorized by the people of Dénia and I have had to stop my piano studies because I’m afraid for my life.
• He changes the subject. He’s not interested.
• Has David Z stepped down as my boss in order to distance himself from me?

Weekend calls, impossible expectations

• I’m pinged at the weekend and late at night with questions that seem unnecessary but very urgent.
• On one Saturday afternoon, I need help from Gabriel for one of these urgent issues which I believe now were probably just more terrorizing.
• Gabe helps me out and then says, I hope you stop working soon, because it’s Saturday, but it sounds like a more permanent desire.
• Indian colleagues are always pinging me like this at the weekends during March, April, and May.
• It adds to the stress.
• Sometimes it’s necessary, but the necessary times are rare.

Flight to Bali

• I fly Turkish airways to Bali from Madrid via Istanbul.
• I am utterly high and out of my mind from constant porn-gang interventions.
• On the flight, I write an enormous text to someone I inexplicably believe is the trumpet teacher.
• I take some pics and send them to this person as part of the chat.

• I’m also amazed they’re showing a film which was posted on the @jctot19 Google search results around Christmas.
• It’s about child sex trafficking.
• I talk about this in another section on this page.
• The film is The Sound of Freedom; a true story about child sex trafficking.
• A still from the film had come up as a result on @jctot19 x searches around December 2023.
• This is a photo from the plane journey itself.

• It’s curious it was released on the same day I started at Polygon; the day I was recovering from my right kidney exploding after poisoning at Halloween.
• The picture I had seen on the @jctot19 searches at that time had peaked my curiosity so much, I looked it up and discovered it was a film about child sex trafficking.
• I watch the film.
• In the extraordinarily long message I’m writing to a hacker I believe is the trumpet teacher on Signal while I’m on the plane, I explain I’m watching the film I believe he posted on my Google search results for me to see.
• We find out at the end of the film that the real life protagonist, Tim Ballard, is married to a woman called Katherine.
• I find the whole thing extraordinarily significant.
• Is someone checking in to make sure I know I’m not alone?
• Is the trumpet teacher I am in love with working for good and standing with me against the baby rapists after all?
• On arrival at Bali I meet some colleagues.
• Everyone seems happy to see me, chatty and friendly.
• There is something strange here because I’m met by the Turkish guy from New York who works closely with Gabriel Silva and has always been rather cold and abrupt with me up to this moment. In July this man will actually organize a gang-stalk on me on Slack with multiple members of the company. He works a lot from David Silverman’s dad’s office, he told me at the airport.

Arriving at the hotel

• My hotel room is next to John Michael from IT support.
• There is locked connecting door which I am unable to double lock from my side.
• I had reported my concerns about hacking to him in January.
• He doesn’t talk to me when I see him, just gives me a quick nod and if I try to engage him he scurries away saying he’s working.

Families, women, children, and babies on holiday

• As well as thousands of tech-bros, their female assistants, and three female tech workers (one who sensibly brought her husband, one who had to leave her job right after Bali because the worst thing in the world happened, and me who ends up suffering multiple murder attempts right after they fire me just a few months later when I refuse to be bullied out)…
• There are hundreds of families at the resort; husbands, wives, youngsters, young people, children, and babies.
• It would just take one psychopathic rapist believing he owns the world to feel obliged and/or privileged enough to attack unsedated women and children not on the safe-to-rape list.
• Is that what happened to Alicia and why she left?
• Do the tech-bros always pick resorts like this, full of relaxed children running around, for their offsite events?
• Seems likely.

Bullying at the conference

• It begins the first morning; constant “set up” events, exactly like in Dénia, which mean someone is tracking mine (and other targets like Alicia’s) movements in order to create apparently chance meetings.
• I seem to have “bumping into” episodes every day; meaningfully set up events and situations, or literally bumping into people for some unknown purpose.
• The first one of these chance meetings is with Gabriel Silva on the first morning as I’m leaving my room.
• Did something happen the night before in my room?
• He walks towards me with a wooden gait, trying to look unsurprised.
• The second one is with Alicia.
• Then the writer I worked with Jaime, Alicia again a few times, the Head of IT, … perhaps some of these were random.
• I do hope so except I’m under constant surveillance so it’s probably unlikely.
• During the week, numerous people come up to me to ask me, “when am I leaving?”, or “I heard you’re leaving”.

• It’s clearly very easy to whip the crowd up into a bullying frenzy.
• At the time, and due to the outrageous military coup on my job already mentioned, I assume what’s happening must be to do with Nadim getting hold of my X account the November before and telling everyone I’m a “transphobe”.
• I’ve no idea the Dénia rape-gangs have this sort of reach. I still think they are mostly silly little boys with too much electronic power.
• I wonder if things would have been the same any of us knew about the mass-pedophile, baby-rape, murderous porn network live-streaming from private homes in Dénia; I’m guessing it’s the best-loved and most well-known criminal porn studio in the world, and very likely connected to the Madeline McCann kidnap and consequent investigation fumble.
• I guess the men were delighted about the sedated switcheroo porn, especially Gabriel who made sure to mention it when he took over my job in August.
• I can’t imagine any of the women knew about it, but you never know.
• Gabriel Silva, nothing to do with the writing team at this point, announces how he is going to be sorting out the docs (my work) using other people who are not on the writing team; another military coup.
• I had a meeting with Jarrod Watts and Brian Seong who have been given instructions from Gabriel about how he wants them to sort out the docs.
• Jarrod spends the next month making ridiculous errors in the codebase in an attempt, I can only assume, to make my system look like a single point of failure. I kind of feel like Jarrod is a good guy with an impossible task.
• Brian talks to me as if someone has told him I’m a total idiot.
• Ajay, Alicia, and mushroom man’s teams are up to their old tricks again.
• I complain to my current manager about it, Paul O’Leary, referencing an earlier complaint I had made to him about the military-coup style bullying operations I’m enduring daily.
• When I speak to Paul O’Leary about this in Bali, he sort of groans with familiarity, in exactly the same way a Spanish government official groans when I tell her about the porn-gang activity and pedophilia going on at the conservatory of Dénia.
• Groans of familiarity and inconvenience!
• I believe a preponderance of Polygon Spanish male founders and other global developers knew exactly what was going on for me in Dénia, and are 100% involved in the conspiracy, and have got me to Bali for one sick purpose only.
• They must be aware that someone like me ends up in hardcore porn, robbed, blind, perhaps murdered.
• They certainly don’t want me working for them while that’s happening so they’re making sure I will leave my job post-Bali.
• I don’t leave.
• It’s clear to me that something very sinister happened to me in Bali without my knowledge because I was re-programmed into feeling extraordinarily sexually aroused by the gypsies just before traveling to Bali.
• Extraordinarily sinister things happened with my conscious awareness too; such as the bizarre meetings with the Pakistani Yorkshire-man who I believe intentionally looks like Jitendra Das and is supposed to remind me of the Pakistani rape-gangs.
• Was what happened to me in Bali supposed to have happened in November 2023 with Nadim except something spooked him and he got out quick?
• I remain high and euphoric and extraordinarily sexually aroused throughout the trip.
• Every morning at Bali, until I have to replace my shampoo mid-week, I’m unusually sexually aroused and masturbate in the bathroom, often in a curious way (see the next section).
• Has my hotel room been set up with spy-cams and networked up with the help of IT support?

My shampoo goes missing from my room

• I notice my shampoo (or shower gel, one of the two) has gone missing from my room.
• I assume the cleaner threw it away, and use the hotel products instead.
• Every morning, until this happens, I am extraordinarily sexually aroused.
• I masturbate in the bathroom.
• Sometimes, I do yoga at the same time.
• I have no idea why I would do this; I have never done anything like this before or since in my whole life.
• I normally don’t masturbate. As I may have mentioned, I have been celibate since 2010 and that included masturbation until April 2023 when the porn-gangs of Dénia started drugging me with aphrodisiacs.
• Did they manipulate the yoga by setting up a Jitendra Das memory trigger with the Pakistani Yorkshireman that I’m about to meet?
• Or was I making subconscious connections between things that were happening at the conference and in a sedated state?
• It’s very strange.
• If I’m in yet more porn, filmed in my hotel bathroom at the Polygon Bali conference, you’ll see me masturbating in tree pose.
• Bit embarrassing, I hope you find it.
• I bet there’s more isn’t there. Much more.

The Pakistani Yorkshire-man

• On the first morning of sessions, I’m stressed and anxious.
• Colleagues have been making sly comments to me; on the way to breakfast, at breakfast, before the first session…
• Maybe something happened to me the night before in my hotel room too. It’s not clear.
• I’m overly anxious and there’s not really a good reason for the elevated level of stress I’m feeling.
• At the end of the morning session in the main hall, a colleague comes over to talk to me.

• It’s Hudson Jameson, the mushroom man involved in the ongoing military coup on my job with Ajay and Alicia.

• He speaks to me saying concerning things in a sinister way, oh I hear you’re leaving, and some other unpleasant stuff.
• He’s not really saying anything at all, but he’s talking.
• Is he waiting for the hall to clear?
• After a bit more hovering, and meaningless waffle, Hudson suddenly says bye and walks down the aisle towards the stage.
• As he passes one of the rows, he looks to the left.
• I look too.
• A man sitting in that row looks up, and looks directly at me.
• He is grinning right at me.
• The man looks to be Indian. He has long black hair and enormous grinning white teeth.
• He looks exactly like Jitendra Das the yoga teacher; the teeth especially.
• The man walks over to me; I did not invite him.
• He introduces himself as Aziz (or similar), a Rust engineer that has started that very day.
• I’m amazed that someone would start their job on the first day of a conference, and at the conference.
• There is a handful of people at the back of the conference hall, but other than that the hall is empty.
• Are they watching us?
• He tells me he’s Pakistani, from Rochdale, Yorkshire; Islamic rape-gang territory.
• His Oxbridge accent says otherwise, and I say so.
• He doesn’t reply.
• He grins at me constantly.
• Everywhere I go, he pops up.
• He pops up on the day tour (no-one else wants to talk to me apart from him for some reason), and he pops up at dinner a few days later.
• Anthony and I are at dinner with another colleague Lim from (who I think is a good guy - and his team too) John’s team.
• Aziz joins us and sits in the free seat at the table directly opposite me.
• Anthony expresses surprise about his name. I’ve never heard anyone called that, he says.
• Aziz repeatedly takes the piss out of Lim’s name, who then leaves.
• Azif then starts to make sexually violent and threatening movements with his serviette.
• He rolls it up taut, then pretends to throttle someone, then wraps it around his own neck, then someone in front, then he flicks the napkin out and slaps it down hard on the dinner table, and again he rolls it up, twists it up taut, wraps it around his neck, wraps it around something in front, slaps it down, all the while staring at me, then he repeats these movements again and again.

• It is so horrifying, I tweet about it that night, and I also tell Miriam from Spanish HR the following morning.

• I explain to Miriam that she needs to know there’s a potentially sexually violent man in our midst in case anything happens to anyone.
• Miriam from Spanish HR says nothing to me and she never mentions it again.
• On the way back to our rooms that night, Anthony needs to be reminded about what this man did at the table.
• Did you not see him make those sexually violent threats to me Anthony, I said. He was menacing.
• Anthony says nothing so I explain by demonstrating it to him.
• Anthony says nothing.
• I wonder if Anthony was there for denial purposes in case I complain.
• While this guy, Aziz Abad (something like that) was talking to us, his chatter was so disordered and threateningly meaningless, he reminded me of Nadim Kobesi.
• I say so.
• I say to Anthony, this guy has Nadim energy.
• I also wondered if he had been taking drugs.
• He starts talking about his PornHub account and how he delightedly let his girlfriend find it open on his laptop.
• We start talking about porn and I’m very clear about what I think.
• I’m angry, actually. His behavior was appalling.
• The conversation about porn continues. Anthony tries to make light of it.
• Anthony talks about a time at an old job when they asked him to clean out a colleagues hard drive and it was riddled with porn. He explained the man had sat in his office with the blinds drawn day after day.
• Anthony is an (apparently devoted) Christian. I tell him they ask him to do it to upset him for this reason. He says; is it?, as if he knows already and is annoyed I said it and he wasn’t at all upset about it.
• Was this Aziz another Nadim, another Hans, tasked with threatening me.
• Was he hired to specifically remind me of Jitendra Das who I’m beginning to realize I must have been starring in another porn special with (something I did not know or suspect till recently)?
• Or was he just a simple willing dev with a porn-addiction, who happened to look exactly like Jitendra, and happened to have a darknet-porn-subscription, and was just delighted to be involved in the newest genre in town, female-tech-colleague-sedated-switcheroo? Seems unlikely doesn’t it.
• Anthony walks me to my hotel room door that evening; no-one did that before.
• I find it a bit weird and tell him he doesn’t have to do this (it’s a five metre walk along a narrow path where everyone can see you anyway).
• He insists.

The security guy knows something

• Gordon Bishop from the security team helped me with my hacked work laptop in March.
• He meets me before a dinner on the beach one evening.
• He is nervous.
• He wants to tell me something but he can’t.
• He talks at me, very fast, a lot, and he doesn’t let me speak.
• He’s concerned.
• He seems like he knows something about what’s going on and he’s upset.
• I have had long chats with Gordon before and this is not like him at all.
• I know he has a young daughter.
• Is he trying to warn me about something?

A Spanish engineer (or gypsy poisoner) I recognize

• I meet a lot of the Spanish engineers.
• One of them seems out of place, embarrassed.
• Nobody introduces him and he never speaks.
• He can’t look me in the eye.
• He reminds me of the busker in the tunnel at the end of April just after the gypsies drugged me.
• Is he the guy they brought over to Bali to do the sedating and/or set up the spy-cam tech?
• Was he my lovely squirrel’s mate?

Missing time at the Beach Club

• I’m starting to realize I have a lot of missing time in Bali.
• One notable event was the night at the Beach Club.
• It’s possible I didn’t make it inside before I was sedated.
• I do remember walking down and seeing all the Spanish men in the pool splashing around, but we hadn’t had dinner yet.
• Except, I don’t remember having had dinner there, unless perhaps there was no dinner that evening for some reason, just snacks.
• There was certainly no sit down meal with everyone, afaik.
• Anyway.
• Later, we’re all dancing on the lawn.
• Polygon has invited a lot of employees and managers of external companies who work closely with the firm and companies in the crypto space who don’t work closely with the firm.
• A man from OKX is dancing in a small circle with me and a couple of others.
• He gets really, really close. Too close, like he thinks we’re about to grind or something.
• I back away respectfully.
• He is so offended by this.
• I found it really strange.
• No one else is grinding or behaving in a sexualized manner anywhere else.

Mobile-phones up, filming

• Something about this..
• Like going to the police in Dénia and a lady putting a camera up on a wall recently.
• Like everyone’s filming.
• How did they keep the women away, or were they helpers like Zoe an’ all.
• I guess there’s a whole bunch of filmers filming the filmers.

The management team can’t look me in the eye or be near me

• The day after one of the switcheroos back at my room - I was unaware of it - I go to lunch as usual and I see all the Polygon managers sitting together.
• My manager Paul O’Leary is with them so I go over to say hi.
• They start mumbling and giving each other negative looks as I approach them.
• It’s like they all took a long gulp and weren’t able to speak.
• It is perplexing to me.
• I say a few words and sit down.
• They all leave quickly, as if my physical presence is somehow appalling to them.
• Could it be guilt?
• It reminds me of another occasion at my apartment, back in 2001, when we’d had a bunch of “mates” around for drinks.. but this was just a couple of months after Ugly in Amsterdam.
• The next morning, when I woke up everyone had left before I got up, which in retrospect is very weird and implies guilt.
• I wonder if you got some footage of that “date” too Ugly?

Telling people about the forgivenet

• I tell as many people as I can about the forgivenet.
• I tell David Silverman on the bus back from our day tour.
• The whole bus hushes as I explain it’s the world’s first spiritual tech, a humility machine, aimed at helping humans go someway to undoing the intentional wrongs we do that haunt us.
• It’s kind of poetic.
• David’s quite impressed, I can tell.
• Some of the other chief’s of staff are sitting close by and listening; Paul O’Leary is directly in front of me. Perhaps they’re asleep.
• Normally, I tell people and they are extremely disinterested… (I can hear their little heads saying silly little girl, or similar).
• Other people I tell are very literally horrified; they gawk at me and walk off angrily. I kid you not.

Fireblocks

• One evening, I don’t know why I’m late to dinner, but I am, and there’s nowhere to sit, and I’m wondering around looking for somewhere to sit, and no-one’s talking to me, or acknowledging me, at all (I think this was later in the week), and these two blokes are sitting at a table in full view and there’s an empty chair on their table.
• So I sit down.
• These guys are from Fireblocks.
• I ask them if they’re giving a session or a talk or something.
• They’re not. They’ve just been invited along, by Jordi, they say.
• We chat a little about crypto.
• One of them says their business steals crypto from its users.
• I’m surprised he would be so bold to admit something blatantly that probably everyone suspects anyway.
• I tell them about the forgivenet.
• They also become uncomfortable because they look at each other, and get up and leave me, they don’t even excuse themselves, they’re gone.
• I’m alone at the table and they haven’t even finished their dinner.
• Were these two invited especially for the sedated raping?
• I find these reactions from men clearly holding subscriptions to my sex-slave live-streams at Carrer Furs very interesting, and not at all negative for the business although I’m totally unaware of the egregiousness of the crimes these men are prepared to commit.
• Perhaps it’s exactly what we were hoping for, except if the real reason I built the forgivenet is because of years of sedated rape-porn in my homes… that makes me sad… but someone has to stop this madness of male arrogance, secrecy, guilt, and fear.

Alicia

• One of the vilest things the porn-gangs do is to set women and children against each other.
• They do this relentlessly.
• The Ana love triangle myth is an excellent example of this from my story and notice the switcheroo sedated-rape porn wasn’t able to get started before this essential manipulation technique was in place.
• There were other examples: Trish of course, Chris BJ, all isolating tactics.
• Online, the derogatory comments the hackers made about women, including Ana Trish and Chris BJ, were also relentless.
• The idiots even sent me pics of 100s of women they’ve likely murdered. I mean, you can’t get more stupid than this, but they do it because they think we’re the idiots, and nearly all of the joy they get out of it is in letting us know what they think of us.
• The truth is that normally competent targets are usually too frightened, or too drugged and mentally maimed, to act appropriately.
• The gangs set women against each other like this so that a target of abuse feels they are unable to ask for help.
• Women won’t get together, talk, compare notes, and find out exactly how much danger we are all in, from maybe every man we work with.
• It’s usually obvious which men aren’t safe, but we cannot tell which men are. They don’t announce it.
• Alicia Katz worked at Polygon and was part of the bullying military coup operation that I complained about to both David Schwartz and Paul O’Leary.
• Was she aware of the true story behind what was going on? Perhaps not.
• At Bali, I was set up to bump into Alicia a couple of times; one such time she was running towards a group of smiling people, perhaps David Schwartz and some of the Spanish men were amongst them.
• Her run was timed to collide with me precisely; she looked extremely stressed and worried as she ran past me, and I knew immediately, they’re targeting her too.
• There were only two women in technical roles at the conference. Myself and one other who had brought her husband - sensible lady.
• Other than that Alicia and the other handful of women were part of the marketing and administration teams.
• Alicia, and everyone else, will have been persuaded to hate on me due to my women’s rights activism.
• She wouldn’t have known about the spy-cam and sedating porn going on at my apartment in Dénia at the time. I didn’t know myself.
• She certainly wouldn’t have known how I had been starring online internationally in switcheroo porn with teachers and staff at the conservatory of Dénia since November 2022.
• My male colleagues knew about that.
• Although none of my colleagues will have known how I had been a target for criminal porn-gangs since 2003 when I came into a lot of money from the Lockerbie air terrorist attack compensation that they decided they would rob me of (and didn’t, but instead made billions on non-consenting and sedated porn with me starring).
• Anyway, shortly after Bali, maybe the next week, Alicia leaves the firm.
• Hurriedly.
• In her leaving note on Slack, she mentions the worst thing in the world happened at Bali, and how Sandeep Naiwal had helped her out at the time.
• I wondered what the worst thing in the world was and if it was sexual in content.
• God help us I hope it wasn’t something to do with the sexually threatening Pakistani Yorkshireman that I had reported to Miriam already.
• I have reached out to Alicia in case what happened to her at Bali is relevant to this story and to the global tech-bro porn conspiracy, and to bringing down the baby-rape and sex-murder capital of the world that organizes all of this for the tech-bro pornocracy.
• The little town in Spain where even world-famous serial killers are protected.
• She does not respond.

Anthony

• I liked Anthony Matlala, he seemed to be on my side at first but when things started getting really hard for me, he was nowhere to be seen.
• I wonder if he was conspiring with David and Jordi. He had such reverence for them.
• Anthony is Christian and he even wrote a faith-based book which I found online and bought.

• I wasn’t able to read it, and then didn’t want to when I realized Anthony despised me along with everyone else, or he wasn’t man enough to not be subsumed by the obvious evil supporting the attacks on me.
• Curiously, publication dates disagree with each other on different machines.

• The inevitable paranoia arising from my experiences at work and then back in Dénia completely isolated after Bali where I suffered even more poisoning, drugging, and attacks, made me wonder if the book was AI generated and part of the plot.
• For a porn-gang target, whose normal law-abiding tax-paying daily life, and every human right she ever had, has been totally stripped away, including her health, sight, and mental capacity which have been obliterated by poison and drugs, the title seems to be something a pimp or violent male might say to a woman or child while threatening their life.
• The title read like a curious choker-seed for when my life is truly threatened after I’m caught up in the intended honey-trap relationship where they take my considerable wealth, the only thing I have left, and probably set me up with number 3 trumpet teacher, a man who has fathered countless children in the region, I’m told: all of them porn-fodder no doubt.
• I was informed the gang intended to split my stolen wealth up amongst themselves, they may have even waited to collect my family’s house in North London.
• It’s what they do.
• Anyways.
• Spiritually, I fully agree with the title of Anthony’s book.
• It’s a true statement in fact and, in my view, the cornerstone of Christ’s message.
• Anthony and I have a drink together one evening after dinner at the Bali conference.
• I weep without knowing why.
• Anthony walks me to my bedroom door again that night.

Hans

• I have dinner with Hans one night.

• I try very hard to be kind and friendly towards him.
• He’s seething, however.
• His tone suggests he thinks I’m worthless compared to himself.
• It’s obvious he hates me, perhaps all women, and I will not be able to win him over.
• Hans likes anime, which may well explain his bitterness.
• We talk about many things.
• Sometimes he let’s information slip.
• Oh they’re really gonna go for you, he says, when we talk about Hinduism versus Islam.
• I wonder who the they are that he is referring to.
• Is he referring to Aziv, the Pakistani Yorkshireman and the burgeoning military coup gang?
• I’m surprised Hans is not on my side. I have told him about my Hanuman devotion after all.
• Every time I’m heading back to my room after dinner, Hans is waiting outside the approach to the bedrooms with one or another of the Chinese men.
• I say hi every time I see him there, late, talking.
• One night I remark, do you stay out here all night every night Hans?
• He seems to be texting on his phone whenever I walk up.
• It reminds me of Samuel’s behavior at the conservatory, texting Domingo about everything I did or said.
• I wonder if he was asked to report on my movements as I had started to turn my phone off regularly and certainly out of office hours, at least till I got back inside my room.

My talk

• As a regular member of the online management team meeting, I’m expected to give a talk at the conference and I have prepared one.
• No-one has scheduled my talk in and so I ask about it.
• It seems I wasn’t part of the regular management team meeting for normal purposes, was I.
• At the last minute, I’m told I have a room and it’s on the schedule on the last or second-to-last afternoon.
• Hans, Anthony, and one other external colleague attend - Colin @DablClub.
• Because of the external guy, I go ahead or I wouldn’t have bothered.
• Hans starts heckling me immediately, everything I say he has some comment or put down, or he knows much more than me about everything, especially technical matters he knows nothing about.
• I’m amazed.
• The external guy looks amazed.
• I finish the talk early.
• I say there is no point in doing the talk, but I’m honestly just exhausted by Hans’ outrageous behavior.

Chess with the Head of Security Mudit

• One evening, I play a game of chess at dinner with the Head of IT Security Mudit Gupta.
• This is the first time I have played chess in years.
• The last time I played, in 2018, was in a tournament at Goldman Sachs where I was contracting.
• I beat all the men and won the tournament!
• In Bali, I expect to play in the same way I always have, well.
• I even tell the men at the table that I’m good.
• However, I lose quickly and quite badly.
• This is the first time I notice my chess playing is appalling; I’m rubbish, below average even.
• I can’t see any moves in advance, or remember the moves from before.
• This is not like me, at all.
• At the time, I put it down to a one off scenario and think nothing more of it.
• In September, when I join Chess.com, I find out that the cognitive left-brain skills required to be a good chess player are all but disappeared due to constant poisoning and drugging over three years while I lived at my spy-cam porn-networked apartment in Carrer Furs, Dénia, Alicante, Spain.
• My spatial awareness and some cognitive skills have also been completely obliterated by the porn-gang’s constant drugging and poisoning.

Eye troubles

• In Bali, I meet people, or they are pointed out to me, but I’m struggling to remember them when I see them again.
• It’s like everyone’s face is a bit blurry.
• The founder Sandeep is annoyed that I don’t know who he is, and I met him only the day before.
• The following day I do not recognize him again.
• Everyone talks to me like I’m the antichrist, and any tiny defect seems to be proof of it, this included.
• Do they know I’m being intentionally blinded by poison for the sedated switcheroo porn specials?
• My sight is still blurry today.
• I was eventually diagnosed with an unusual pre-glaucoma condition at Rutnin Eye Hospital in Bangkok in November 2024.

The Russian porn star

• I had been working a little bit with the CDK development team prior to Bali, and post-Bali too until I was fired (along with a huge proportion of other people post-Bali, which is very suspicious).
• Anyway.
• There was a young Russian man on the team but he rarely came to meetings, and said nothing at all of any value when he was there.
• I believe he was a porn star, hired to rape me while sedated.
• Why do I believe this?
• He looked very familiar. He was a muscle man. And he would definitely be the type. And there was no other reason for him working for the firm as he was no engineer at all.
• He clearly did not know the job he was apparently doing.
• The team lead, another Russian man, a cool guy (I don’t think he came to Bali) was fired a few weeks after Bali.
• I believe because he was starting to get suspicious about this useless man, and others, and perhaps there was some gossip going on about me, and the hundreds of men queuing outside my hotel room every night after 10pm when I’d gone to bed, and then Elon turning up.
• Anyway.
• The night I flew home, this guy, the Russian porn-star muscle man, followed me around the airport the whole time, just like they would do in Spain when I was out shopping, pretending they just “happened to be there”, but always looking, or hopping, excited, snickering.
• He was so obvious, I went over to speak to him.
• He grinned inanely, and I kind of knew at that moment there was something going on I wasn’t aware of, but should be.
• I think he was hired to “perform”, just like the Pakistani Yorkshireman, and the porn will prove it all, and in fact millions of men are already aware of all this evil.
• Can anyone could be bothered protecting women from their porn-addict colleagues who seem to be with no limits on the evil they might think up and execute, quite certain they will never be held to account.
• How many more like me? Must be hundreds.
• May they all be SHAMED FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES and spend a very long time in jail.

Post-Bali

• Polygon is done with me post-Bali.
• My team mutiny, led by Hans, and no-one on the management team does anything about it.
• His behavior is utterly insubordinate and so outrageous I’m forced to stop calling team meetings as he sabotages them with (pretend?) rage.
• Another employee, Jarrod Watts, on Gabriel’s orders, tries to break what is a very robust documentation system in order to make it look like my system is unusable, but he can’t really and his attempts make him look a bit stupid.
• The implication, however, is that I am incompetent. And mud sticks.
• My system gets hacked by a script that creates thousands of issues in the GitHub repo and I know it’s an inside job.
• Whatever Polygon had required from me in Bali was now over, and they were keen I left the company, and quickly.
• Did they know I was about to be murdered?
• Do they know that switcheroo involves long-term blinding of a target with poisons in her home so that she doesn’t notice the slow deterioration of her sight, then drugging while it’s happening so she can’t make people out?
• My sight appears to be permanently maimed, although I have faith in God’s miracles.
• I have very little peripheral vision and everything is always blurry unless I’m wearing my reading glasses.
• Do they also know also that targets are long-term drugged - probably with methanol or anti-freeze - so that blindness is exacerbated and we lose our cognitive skills including our ability to make sensible decisions about our lives?

John Michael (JT)

• When we get back from Bali, a few days later there is a chat on Slack about John Michael, the IT professional in the next hotel room to me.
• Someone has nominated him for being the best tech employee ever and especially in Bali for some reason.
• I agree on Slack. John Michael is indeed a lovely man.
• Are they all laughing at me triumphantly when I say so?

Tips for investigators

• Check with the conference team and hotel what special requirements were made for certain people’s rooms; such as mine and JTs, and Alicia’s, perhaps all the women attendees (about 5% of total attendees).
• Also check the guest list and attendees for any Spaniard, male or female, who may be linked to poisoning and sedating tech as this would have had to have been done by experts; it is ridiculously unlikely that porn-addict crypto tech-workers would have the knowledge and skill to sedate a target in the same way as the criminal honey-trappers and porn-gangs have been doing for decades (see also the highly professional Madeline McCann sedating and kidnap).
• It will have been someone who knows how to add sedating substances to cooling systems, for example, or is skilled in distraction and poisoning techniques and may have been laying in wait to meet me, say hi, and drug me just before I went to bed.
• It may be the same man involved in the April distract-and-drug event in the tunnel because for some bizarre reason the idiots like to tell me everything.
• I expect this means that everyone expected me to be dead fairly soon after Bali.

Elon visits Bali the same week

• Of course, Elon is in Bali the same week as the Polygon conference, and in the same area apparently.
• It’s not clear exactly what for; giving a talk at a random community water project, or something?
• One of my Spanish colleagues tells me.
• I look it up and it’s true.
• I wonder if this is the reason behind all the contact from fake Elon accounts over the past month and onward.
• Prep?
• Or is it all coincidence?
• I do hope so.
• Certainly, hackers and cyber-stalkers were extremely active and communicative with me during the Bali conference.

• Why?
• I tweet a lot about Elon in what I find an extremely curious manner.

• Proof I was turning my phone off regularly and perhaps would have needed a lookout if I was sought after for something.
• You have to admit, these tweets are curious aren’t they, especially considering my emergent and latent psychic abilities coming from ingesting whatever hallucinogens the gypsies had me high on for years.
• Is it also a normal trauma reaction for people who are constantly sedated and assaulted to have memories bubble up, as it were?
• All this does make me wonder about the PornHub connection and how easy it is to connect up a network of porn-addict tech-bros.
• Aziv the sexual terrorist was delighted to tell us about his PornHub account.
• Samuel had probably been advised to tell me about a different porn network, Max Power, probably also part of the conspiracy, but a redirect from something bigger and more mainstream like PornHub whereby men all over the world might recognize a target.
• Furthermore, I was always warned off getting involved with the Justice Defense Fund and Laila Mickelwait by fake accounts spreading lies about the founder, and other things.

• Coincidence?
• If the female-tech-colleague-sedated-rape-porn genre was to have enough reach to be a viable business, it would have to have been broadcast on mainstream porn networks; unless criminal porn networks are fully mainstream and no-one cares, which would not surprise me one bit.

Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice

• All the references on my online search today state he arrived on the 19^th May, which was when the day we left, but I had understood at the time he had been there at least a couple of days earlier.
• They’re still at it, aren’t they, feverishly trying to pretend they have the moral backbone to lead the world out of hell.
• Looks to me they’re leading us right into the hottest bit, most willingly.

• I thank God for guiding me through, for His purposes, and for protecting me and teaching me to heal.

Thoughts on local levels of collusion required for such horror

• Again, just like in Dénia, this was nowhere near their first rodeo.
• I was at the center of a well-oiled and efficient sedate-and-rape porn machine, that they had run many, many times before.
• It would have also required a lot of local help too.
• While in Bali in June 2026, I’m wondering if people in the know know who I am and are wondering why I came back.
• Porn-addicts share information with every other porn-addict in existence after all, and even the men who don’t like porn know everything too.
• Are they nervous?
• An aggressive man at the beach by my hotel behaves in a way that appears to be trying to frighten me.
• A taxi driver tells me off for going to the beach: you should stay in Ubud.
• They all want to know about my first trip to Bali.
• I tell them it was for work, and it was very very boring, but I liked the country so decided to come back.
• Are they even more nervous about that?
• I go for a massage across the road from my hotel.
• The place is empty and there’s about six beds available.
• The woman puts me on the bed nearest to the door and appears to keep the curtains open for the light.
• After the massage, I notice a massive cctv camera pointing to my bed (not one of the other beds, just mine).
• I point to it and ask her about it.
• She says, “it’s not on”, and laughs and walks off.
• Is Bali - and other off-site spots - a known place that the tech-bros can bring their 1% female staff for the worst-thing-in-the-world?
• Do they care so little about foreigner privacy because the main men have been doing it for years there already?
• Seems likely.
• Seems likely the whole island knows who I am then, doesn’t it.
• Is this why no man was upset about the Pelicot business in the summer of 2024?
• As if it was totally normal and acceptable and have been going on for years and he and all hundred nearly of his normal-bloke mates in the town were just unlucky?

Tip

• Check all and any 1-in-300 female attendees at work events; not the administrative/marketing/conference staff but only the scientists and programmers.
• But maybe the other female staff get targeted by emboldened rapists attending the same well-publicized-on-the-tech-bro-porn-addict-networks event (Alicia?).
• Find out if any of them were fired just after the event.
• Find out of any of them became depressed and suicidal just after the event.
• Find out if there have been any buried complaints - probably thousands, as usual.

Thoughts on the amount of women involved in raping women

• It occurs to me, with absolute horror, that the amount of women fully involved in prepping and organizing situations in which women and children and babies will be raped by thousands of men for porn is truly off the scale.
• What have humans become?

Collecting my devices from the technical expert DPR

• There are a bunch of emails over this time with the perito in Alicante.
• I collect my equipment and pay 150 eur on 23^rd May.

• I receive an invoice document at that time.

  • Invoice and receipt first page and payment.
  • Invoice and receipt second page.

• The expert finds nothing.

The streets of Denia

• Every time I go out I feel threatened.
• I’m walking down the Calle La Mar one afternoon and a waiter I’ve known for years who works at the Tasca Eulalia restaurant is walking across the street from me.
• He looks at me, and laughs in a horrible manner.
• Does the whole town know what’s going?
• Are they all watching everything I do online?
• Have they all seen me masturbating in my apartment, or being sedated and raped in 1989 as a child?
• Or is the truth much, much worse than I can possibly imagine?

Lourdes

• I leave for Lourdes at the end of the month.
• I plan to spend two weeks in Lourdes.
• I need to be out of Dénia as much as possible.
• It’s enormously stressful being there as anytime I leave my house, to go shopping, to go to the laundry, or walk to the beach, anything and everything, I am harassed and followed by locals.
• It’s clear to me, however, that no matter where I am in Spain at least, the cyber stalking will continue.
• I’m about to find out the same horrible porn-gang-stalking situation is true for me in the UK.

Tweets

@1frgvn

• Why am I up after 3am reminding everyone I’ve been hacked with key-loggers for nearly a year, or I should say for nearly a year they’ve wanted me to know about it? I’d say I’ve been key-logged probably since 2005 or earlier even, as soon as I got a wad of cash I dare say.

• Is this evidence of another townsfolk soiree back at mine?

• Search URL: https://x.com/search?f=live&q=(from%3A1frgvn)%20until%3A2024-05-31%20since%3A2024-05-01&src=typed_query

@JackChardwood

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