April 2025

Dad makes me take him to his dodgy Islamic phone specialist on Camden High Street

• Dad wants to get his mobile fixed, or something.
• He has about ten mobile phones, none of which he ever uses, so I know it’s nonsense, but I humor him and take him.

• The man in the shop has seen me before, he knows me, and he’s uncomfortable about it.
• He keeps glancing at me.
• When we’re back in the car, dad’s says how much he likes his friend.
• He’s overdoing it too.
• He’s pressing for me to say something.
• I tell dad that these people hate women.
• Dad has an ulterior motive for taking me here.
• I believe he was told to go there by North London’s finest via the folk at the Red Lion.
• Were they offering this man and his business up?
• Is the man a prolific criminal porn-collector-and-distributor?
• Or is he into something even more interesting to law enforcement (who don’t care about women, children, and babies after all, do they)?
• I wonder what it could be.
• The man was nervous.

I promise Leah everything is going to be OK

• Leah, my cousin on my dad’s side, phones the house a lot but no-one speaks to her usually because she is unstable and difficult to talk to.
• My guess is that the gangs got her to stalk me on X back in late 2023/early 2024 via her “friends”, maybe her mother too, and they are also getting her to try and talk to me on the phone while I’m back at 31.
• It’s not clear what their purpose is in doing this, maybe they thought I would give her information about why everything is starting to go catastrophically wrong for them.
• If so, the irony here is they have so successfully mashed her brain up for the goal of relieving her of her Lockerbie compensation, it really is impossible to have a normal conversation with Leah.
• Anyway, one day I pick up the phone and it’s Leah.
• It’s hard to make sense of what she is saying, but I manage to promise her that everything is going to be OK.
• And I meant it, viscerally.
• And the hacking porn-gangs will have heard it too, which is good.

Goading and taunting online

• I continue to be goaded online, specifically about illnesses related to pesticide poisoning and kidney damage.
• This account likes my posts relentlessly.

• I’m sure Hazel or Carmen Cano is behind this one.
• I have screenshots of other accounts suggesting Carmen Cano with similarly unpleasant statements about my health and wellbeing.
• When I drafted this section, I was obviously looking at one, but I seem to have lost the reference to it.
• You may imagine that the overwhelm of evil information I was trying to collate and make sense of would have been hard to manage without the constant clandestine drugging I was enduring!
• I’ll add all and any of these missing fake accounts when I have the time or inclination to look for them; it may not matter now anyway.
• Sources told me that Carmen Lopez Cano had been waiting for me to die for some time.
• My continued survival must have been a dreadful disappointment for her.

Runcorn with Sarah Pochin

• I attend an event with political party Reform where we travel from London to Runcorn in Merseyside to help canvas for Sarah Pochin who is standing in a by-election.
• I’m also considering standing for Reform in the 2026 local elections.
• Politics, for me in my unenviable position, became more of a means to stay alive rather than anything else, although I am horrified by the state of the country and world.
• I feel very strongly about not sterilizing children, so my reasons for standing for Party Of Women at the UK General Election in 2024 were authentic but the experience made me realize that I had become safer, albeit just a little, by standing.
• Standing for election also unraveled a whole load of other evils I was not aware of… so really it was a very good thing I stood in July 2024, and I thoroughly recommend standing it if you’re the target of porn-gangs and sedating-abusers.
• It felt like the more people know who you are and what’s going on with you, the less safe the abusers feel.
• That’s why the porn-gangs (and abusive and violent men generally) require total isolation of their victims, so they are without help.
• They’re essentially cowards, you see.
• Anyway, you meet a lot of agents, as you might imagine.
• I was getting used to this by then as well, and this time they spoke to me, which was nice.
• And I met an extremely interesting agent who was applying a total honesty approach, and I thought, wow that is so cool!
• I never saw that again, but they so rarely talk to me - and sometimes when they do talk to me they’re often told to stop talking to me mid-chat, which is amusing - but I did find it rather unique and wonderful.
• Anyway.

Recoiling on meeting a violent man

• James McMurdoch was there; an MP at the time for Reform.
• He was quite famous in that he had done no campaigning at all in his constituency in Essex somewhere and won a seat in the GE with a landslide (the sort of thing that happens when the country and world are going to..).
• In Runcorn, he was surrounded by young men and they were all a bit snickery in general, and very much so with me, which today (July 2026) makes me wonder.
• I was quite keen to meet this person I’d never heard about before.
• I was introduced to him and I stretched out my hand to shake his, and the moment our hands touched something inexplicable happened.
• I recoiled quickly, snatched my hand away, and I felt panic.
• He noticed this and was upset by it.
• I think we mumbled some formalities and sat down far away from each other.
• I was feeling like I was going to have a full-on panic attack, it was so strange and inexplicable, I hadn’t felt like that with no obvious reason for it in a long time.
• I always felt like this whenever I saw any of the trumpet teachers in Dénia - apart from number 1 trumpet teacher who didn’t seem to be involved in this aspect of the terrorism - and I would run away!!!!

• I’ve documented some of those times: for example when I saw one of the tall ones outside the health food shop sitting with Rosa Vidal on a Sunday evening just before the monk visited, when I saw one of the thick set ones kerb-crawling in the violin teacher Ana’s car outside my house as I was returning home, and when I saw Bruno waiting for me at the airport.
• Apart from Bruno who was clearly about to stake his claim on my considerable savings, they needed to make sure you saw them in person just before or after they came round while you were unconscious and brutalized you sexually.
• I assume they must have been missing the fear of aware rape-victims… so terrorizing in this way was as close to that as they could get because the body always remembers the attacks.
• Probably the porn-network (local TV channel?) published a “look she’s running away again” special scene with silly music right before the sedated-rape live-stream, amiright?
• The porn-gangs were so interestingly very aware of visceral terror arising from sexual trauma. In a parallel universe they’d all be trauma therapists!
• Anyway, back at Runcorn, I had to sit and do some breathing exercises, and the honest agent was beside me and he was quite good for my nervous system so I calmed down pretty quick.
• Whenever I looked over at MacMurdoch during this experience, it looked like he was having similarly intense emotions that he didn’t understand.
• A month or so later it comes out he was in juvenile detention for attacking a girlfriend. He resigned from parliament because of this.
• Later, I found out he was part of the Rape Gang Inquiry process with Rupert Lowe and I wasn’t happy about that.
• You have to question people’s motivations, and their ability or inability to heal.
• Speaking of snickering, at September’s Reform Conference another “landslide” MP, a young man from Essex again, stood up in a meeting about what’s happening to young men in which a conservative politician I really like (Miriam Cates) had spoken about the documented and unarguable detrimental effects of porn on young people, and an audience member had even spoken about her experience of sexual abuse, and this young man stood up and defended porn with a snicker, literally a snicker - that’ll be on video somewhere.
• I was going to ask him what his favorite genre was (and if it includes rape, it always does you see)… but I didn’t.
• That’s the question to ask them.
• Porn-addicts are not interested in consent and it’s helpful to point out to everyone how outrageous this is.

Chris tells me nearly all his N8 records have sold

• I see my friend-for-life (we used to say) Chris Ludwick, from the N8 band back in the 90s, a few times this year.
• One weekend, probably in April or May maybe, I visit him in Stevenage.
• We go out for lunch, a walk, and have a long chat somewhere nearby where there’s a small farm, a shop, a cafe, and some woodland.
• I’m telling him what’s going on for me, as far as I understand it at the time (pre-switcheroo-porn realization).
• It’s so good to be able to talk to someone about all this without them shutting me down, and I trust Chris.
• He stays quiet and mostly let’s me speak.
• I think it was this day he told me about all his N8 records nearly having sold and that, after no interest in them for three decades, suddenly people have been requesting them off ebay from all over the world: Australia, Portugal, etc.
• He’s only got two or three left.
• I’m amazed, and suspicious it’s connected to me somehow.
• He makes sure to tell me the buyers were only interested in the instrumental B-side.

Tether job interview

• I apply for a senior technical writer role with Tether.
• The pre-interview stage has a test that turns out to be at an advanced web-developer level.
• The role is not as described.
• Nevertheless, I decide to give the test a go, as I am a web dev for my own crypto app and have been working in the field for 25 years.
• I do have a PhD in computer science after all.
• My mind is not up to the task in the way it used to be and I cannot make head-nor-tail of what I’m doing.
• I back out of the process.
• I’m now wondering if this was yet another tech-bro set up to check and see if my brain was still functioning as well as it did prior to the switcheroo-porn brain-damaging.
• I wonder if that’s why the chess came out at dinner in Bali too.
• Were they making sure I had lost sufficient cognitive function from the continuous drugging for live-streamed sedated-rape experiences they were all delighting in?
• I had thrashed the men at a chess tournament in 2018 at Goldman Sachs, even while depressed and using valium to calm my nerves.
• Did the tech-bro community find my once-advanced cognitive skills mortally offensive; a justification for murder?

Fridges

• At one point, there is communication online with regards to how I’ve had enough and I’m not playing anymore.
• The following day, I do a Google search on my X handle (search:”@1frgvn X”) and all I see is fridges.
• I’m reminded of Domingo Cano Lopez telling everyone at the conservatory I was frigid, and I wonder if that’s something his other targets - and all porn-targets internationally - are familiar with seeing on their social media?
• I showed my mother this page of fridges on Google search (this is a replica).

• She was sitting beside me at the time.

DESO

• On Saturday 12^th April, I create a DESO account for Forg, the world-saving lucky frog that can’t spell (the poor spelling is you Peter, isn’t it).

• Connect with him here: https://desocialworld.com/u/KingForg?tab=posts

• I first started thinking about this idea on the train from Aberdeen and created an X account at that time which was nearly immediately shut down.
• The powers-that-be let me keep the DESO account, and I really went for it!
• As I look through the DESO posts I created, I realize I was totally high throughout the period I was living back in London at my parent’s house.
• As long as I believed the trumpet teacher had been just one man, North London’s finest had to keep me topped up with hallucinogens - see the next section for one example of how they did that.
• My view is they commonly do this to confuse a porn-target or honey-trap victim, so that they won’t be able to understand what has happened to them and/or report it effectively, but it ended up cracking open some creative centres in my mind and making my spiritual practice and relationship with God even stronger.
• The KingForg DESO account becomes another manner of communicating truly with the original trumpet teacher I have unassailable good feelings about and thus, unavoidably, the maelstrom of evil forces that surround him.
• The beautiful irony of the Spanish brain-damage switcheroo-porn scam is, of course, that all the sex-offenders will have thought they were Forg!
• So marvelous.
• Oh yeah, another thing I was thinking about was suing Adams and the porn-networks for unpaid earnings over many decades… it must be in the multi-millions… I’d say a billion, at least, wdyt?
• We could get prominent businessmen to add to the victim’s compensation fund… another couple of billion maybe.
• Shall we add a billion or so from the Generalitat and Spanish government for knowingly putting (mostly foreign… but in Dénia it’s clearly become a free for all) students at risk of poisoning, drugging, sedating, sex crimes, brain-damage, and murder?

The lookalikes up the road

• One day, a good few months after I start this project, I generate a photo of a man who looks exactly like a man I keep seeing sitting in his front garden outside his house.
• It’s a house in my road but a few houses up the road from mine at 31 and I’ve been seeing him whenever I walk or drive by.

• The related bible chapter on DESO is Ezekiel 31 .
• I mention this on X at some point.
• I think my laptop does something weird, crashes inexplicably maybe.
• The next time I walk past this house, there’s another man there, and he looks like Javier Bardem in his serial killer role.

• I have no idea what any of this means.
• I still don’t but I suspect it’s mousse activity.
• I mean, who could evict a solid renter and install another one in a week (which is what happened).
• Did they buy the property and kick him out, just like that?
• Only the mousses have that sort of tread.
• I guess they were trying to keep me distracted - this was very important to them.
• So I thought they were confirming that the trumpet-teacher gang (I still thought there was only one at this time) contains known serial killers. Tell us something we don’t know!
• I’d better re-read the chapter now.. it’s the one about the water I think, let’s see… no, no, it’s not the water one, it’s the mighty empire crashing to the ground one.
• Who’s the other geezer, I wonder?

Shoe Zone Harlow, Essex

• I take my dad to a rehearsal near Harlow in Essex for the afternoon.
• The man who’s house they’re rehearsing in is extraordinarily pervy towards me. It’s so weird.
• What did dad tell his musician friends about me? Do they know everything? Sickening if they do.
• I leave them to it and go off to do some shopping.
• It’s Tuesday 15^th April.
• I buy some shoes at Shoe Zone in the Harvey Centre in Harlow.
• As I’m leaving the shop to head back outside via the theatre square, two very rough looking blond women, one older one younger, do the bump-into-and-distract thing exactly like I see the woman I recognize do to the waitress in Lourdes in July.
• I’m walking in the direction I show on the map towards the exit.
• They are standing together and they are not in my way initially.
• The space is open, as big as a school hall, and there’s no-one else around.
• As I walk towards the exit, they move towards me, then closer, then one of the women, the older one, sort of walks right into me.

• I giggle politely as if she didn’t mean it, say sorry in that British way, and whirl a bit backwards as she does it, just like the waitress does in Lourdes.
• I see her face very clearly.
• She is blond, about 50, and she looks like she’s had an extremely hard life.
• The younger one is also blond, but much younger; could be a daughter.
• They both look angry and upset - the porn-gang helper look.
• I don’t realize the significance of it at the time but I’m sure they did it on purpose.
• It’s obvious everyone knows where I am and what I’m doing minute-by-minute from my hacked phone, and they need to keep me topped up on whatever it is I’m ingesting which is causing me confusion and a high state of mind.
• Is this why it took me so long to remember the most obvious switcheroo men?
• Or, was this another murder attempt I survived?
• If not murder, why would these women in particular be so interested in ensuring I don’t remember there were at least six men posing as trumpet teacher at the music school?
• What’s it got to do with women in Essex?
• 2025 was extraordinarily stressful, you cannot imagine. Every time I went out of the door, something weird like this happened.
• If it wasn’t something connected to my dad, it was something even weirder.
• The whole time I lived in London in 2025 was like this.
• At the time, the distract-and-drug thing did not occur to me. I thought I was just experiencing constant threats.
• It reminded me of another incident back in maybe 2010 or 2011 when my mum and I would go to the Finchley Lido cinema on a Saturday night together and drive down and park outside.
• One night, two women who had a similar appearance to these Cambridge women; blond, oldish, sort of Cell Block H types, tried to get into the back seats of our car while we were in the car and getting ready to leave.
• The doors were stuck so they couldn’t get in! They kept trying though.
• I got out and roared at them, I literally roared - “YOU’VE GOT THE WRONG CAR!” - I had no idea where it came from, and they wandered off a bit surprised-looking.
• We reported it to the Metropolitan police at the time it was so dodgy.
• It also reminded me of something else.
• Probably in October 2025, just before I left N2, I was threatened online with the Cambridge women who were gonna come down and get me or something ridiculous like this.
• I answered back some nonsense.
• An account @CambridgeUgly interacted with me around the time in April I went to Shoe Zone.

• Don’t forget our shared ugly meme.
• These posts are now (August 2026) unsearchable on the @1frgvn timeline.
• Why do we see so much criminal gang activity on X, and elsewhere, posing as friendly to the women’s rights movement?
• Is it an apocalyptic move from the porn-gangs to ensure no-one gets wind of what they’ve really been up to for nearly half a century, and how bad it has gotten?

A set up by the industrial-scale baby-snatchers

• In August 2026, I realize that this was a total scam to make me believe criminal gangs were continually either trying to murder me, or keep me drugged up.
• No, these women - Adams’s foot soldiers - were ordered by the CIA-baby-snatchers (who could have them in jail for eternity in an eye-blink) to do this so that I would have a reason to explain my high state of mind over the next weeks, months, until they got what they wanted from me and finished me off.
• The Cambridge Ugly force was, in fact, ordered to do this for the preparation on the run up to the first egg-theft surgery in Dublin.
• It was so obvious, I couldn’t possibly mistake it as anything else but a poisoning or drugging attempt (once I’d figured it out, but I was so high throughout this period that even that took some time to clear up in my mind).
• But I think the main reason for all this was to throw the whole Adams team under the bus when they eventually make some arrests for the sedate-and-rape porn epidemic, after murdering me, and after leaving a whole town’s babies and children in peril for nearly three years now.
• So, Adams, I think it’s high time we set down our differences, don’t you? For the bigger picture. What do you say?

There’s something in the water

• I take my father to play a jazz gig at the Elephant Inn in North Finchley.
• After his fall, he remains pretty immobile, so we got a disabled-parking badge from Barnet council so I can park right outside the pub.
• I help him with his keyboard, leave him at the pub, go back home, and return to collect him at about 11pm.
• I feel like people are looking at me when I enter the pub and walk through the pool room to the back; there’s some nudging and looks, maybe a snicker.
• I get dad, and we leave the pub by the side door and start walking towards the car along Hutton Grove in the direction of Ballards Lane.
• A couple of people - a youngish (early 40s probably) short woman with short blond hair and a younger man (early 30s maybe) of similar height steam past us.
• As she passes, grinning, she says loudly in a sing-song, teasing manner (like schoolkids do): There’s something in the water. There’s something in the water.
• I recognize her.
• It’s lil’ Lucy Adams, Paul’s “friend”.
• I recognize her because he showed me her picture on his phone and I saw her in the pub in Highgate too.
• The jeering is, obviously, a sick reference to the poisoning and drugging at my Spanish apartment in Dénia through the water supply to the property.
• My dad will remember this because he repeated her sing-song phrase quite often afterwards, in a thoughtful way.

Message about recent updates (August 2026) for Lil’ Lucy Adams

• Hi Luce.
• Please do read the previous section very carefully, and let everyone know.
• Thanks love.

Let Women Speak April

• I go to Hyde Park in London to attend the Let Women Speak rally on Sunday 27^th April.

• Speaking of criminal gangs pretending to be friends, sisters Susan and Sandra are there.
• I had seen them both in Aberdeen in March just before I got really high again.
• Sandra was one of my general electorion volunteers in 2024.
• Between seeing them in March and this event, I had remembered that Susan Hamill had repeated a significant phrase from my police statement exactly like teachers and staff had done at the conservatory of Dénia at the chamber music concert which was live-streamed onto porn networks in May 2023 and at the final concert at the yacht club in June 2023.
• So, I felt a little uneasy.
• I explain to them as we walk towards the tree that I’m aware of multiple people we know who are regularly involved with the Let Women Speak movement being either police or police informants.
• They say nothing. Susan changes the subject.
• I mention my suspicions about Little Steve.
• After we get to the tree, the first thing Susan says to me is, “Do you want an ice cream?”.
• It’s weird. I decline.
• Off she goes to get ice creams for her and Sandra.
• After the rally, packed full of spies and agent provocateurs, we all go to the pub.
• As we go into the pub, Sandra wants to know why I would still enjoy the company of someone I thought was a police informant - in reference to what I had told them about Steve.
• I can’t remember what I said, or if I had time to answer.
• My explanation now is that everyone deserves a fair trial don’t they, and suspicions don’t add up to condemnations. So, let’s wait and see who’s who and where they stand. That’s always been my view on the unscrupulous. You never know what’s driving them. Anyway…
• I buy Susan a pint for her birthday - in Aberdeen they had invited me to go out with them for her birthday celebrations but I was unable to, thank goodness!
• We sit down.
• I’m talking to other people, the twins.
• I have drunk just a few sips of my pint.
• Suddenly Susan butts in to our conversation and says, “Do you want a chaser?”.
• I’m a bit surprised and say no.
• A few minutes later, while I’m still chatting with one of the twins, about a fifth of my pint gone, she puts a full pint down before me which I don’t really want but I feel I’ve no choice but to accept and eventually drink.
• Susan and Sandra then leave the pub.
• When I get home that night I become extremely unwell.
• I spend two days in bed vomiting profusely.
• My whole family also get sick in the same way which is particularly concerning.
• My father was first to get sick, on the Friday evening after we had fish and chips in Muswell Hill - I had left him in the car for about 20 minutes while I went to the chip shop so something could have happened during that time… perhaps he’ll let us know one day.
• The following Monday, while I’m projectile vomiting every twenty minutes, I see that Susan has posted a picture of a single pint on a pub table with no-one around on the LWS WhatsApp group chat!
• The next time I see Sandra at LWS in May, I’m extremely standoffish.
• On X, I see a post that evening, “Don’t be rude”.
• Are they with North London’s finest? Or the Metropolitan police?
• I respond a week later after thinking about it.

• It feels to me that certain vested interests are keen for me to never attend Let Women Speak rallies, to be afraid to go, to feel in fear for my safety.
• I assume those vested interests must be somehow protecting the pedophile rape gangs that stole my life from me and countless other women and girls, and men and boys too no doubt.
• Sometimes, at Let Women Speak rallies, it feels like the only people there are spies. It’s so nice it’s all videoed for the record in perpetuity.
• Women speaking you know, brrrrrrr… a silencing-budget of billions, signed off in a nano-second, no doubt.

Hi Susan

• Please do re-read the previous section, with additions.
• Oh and let everyone know too.
• Thank you.

Ireland

• I set off early in the morning to make the long drive to the ferry to Ireland.
• It’s such a long drive to the ferry terminal, I’m stopping somewhere for the night and heading out early the following morning.
• I’m off to do a Transforming Touch intensive training at the Avila centre in Dublin focusing on the lymphatic system.
• I get to the top of my road and there is a huge mean-looking man standing glaring at me from across the road.
• I ignore him.
• He thinks I don’t see him.
• Something threatening like this is pretty much a daily occurrence in London.
• Wait till you here what they did when I got back from Wales in about a week’s time.