I text one of the twins - sister of the woman who stood against Emily Thornberry.
I send her a link to my post about what’s happening - with the reggae music I had woken up to in the middle of the night cos they like reggae these two.
I now believe these two work for the British government in some capacity, and had been associated with Janet (So) quite closely at one point too.
Anyway, she shuts me down, and says sorry while doing so.
The thermal baths are full of Jewish people and gypsies¶
The woman glaring at me with the bag from Sainte Marie de la Mer, for example.
It was so intense.
A toddler getting passed around - I thought they were seeing if I’d raise the alarm but I knew it was phoney.
What was the purpose of it all; it was really getting silly by then, but I was so high my head was swimming.
Oh, that was it. Keep me from thinking straight and seeing the obvious.
My guess is they knew they were going to murder me, so they thought they’d have a bit of fun and take the piss in the meantime.
And the women operatives won’t have been thinking this way, either, just the men, and perhaps only the (good, I imagine) proportion of male security service operatives who are addicted to criminal porn.
The photo hung on the wall where I’m sitting - Booking.com property booked long in advance - has a label on it.
This is the photo I will use as part of an earlier section - I added all the cars to it with AI.
You can just make out the label: La Futarderie, although they managed to garble it a little during the download where I often have to convert images.
Eventually I ask my mother what this means, because I cannot find a reference online and she’s a French teacher.
And then suddenly I find a reference for the word: a place/shop for buggery/anal rape or similar.
When I get back home my mother confirms, she found the same or similar disturbing sexual reference for it.
This photo was put there by the CIA, and no-one can say the tone is positive or caring.
This is what they’ve been like all these years I’ve been trying to get help.
They do a similar thing, using the same font, with the doorbell on my door in Cauterets in September 2026 which has a label, Madame Sordes, meaning Mrs Sordid.
Nevertheless, I give every breath I have to God and thank Him for His grace.
I do some high-altitude hiking to build up strength and fitness again.
I’m certain I will be well again.
I throw away a lot of stuff I think the gypsy woman poisoned at Lourdes, but something is still giving me RA in my hands, I’m not sure what it could be.
It stopped for a few days when I was serving Mary, and then started up again.
Having just had a couple of back-to-back, too-good-to-be-true headhunts from recruitment agencies Hype and Client-Server.
I have had zero queries in months and months, and only about two in total since I left Polygon last October/November.
I interviewed for a couple of jobs but reached out myself for those.
I’m wondering if the global tech-porn elite, those who must have known about the porn fatwa on my head, commonly use recruitment agents to manipulate porn targets who might be working in tech.
Could there be a female tech-colleague porn category these days?
The emails remind me of the Torus job which never existed and seemed to be part of the hacking I was enduring at the time, and the reason why I pulled out of the process.
They also remind of the eventual Polygon job interview and offer and how an actor, Nadim, seemed to have been recruited to terrorize me, and then again in Bali where an actor may have been recruited to be filmed having sex with me at a company offsite gathering.
If this is true, then I have literally been working with men who have watched me while I was raped sedated; possibly as a child and maybe even live if they were prepared to pay for it.
It means they have a sedated-sex-slave and spy-cam porn genre; most of the targets starring direct from their Spanish apartments/houses.
Perhaps they were managing the tech systems supporting the porn production and release.
It’s remarkable I managed to have any sort of career at all!
Is this what the billions of dollars funding for crypto is really paying for? Female tech colleague-porn subscriptions?
It would not surprise me.
Do I have to be suspicious of everyone I have worked for over the last twenty years now as well?
He said that a company in Newcastle was hiring a senior tech writer and that I was an ideal candidate for the role.
I looked at their website and it was clear to me the company was not hiring outside of Newcastle, which is not what Philip had told me as I’m based in London.
I asked Philip to confirm, and he said that they are definitely hiring in London.
I believe this was a ruse to get me to have a chat with him.
I did have a chat with him about the job.
I mentioned I was busy with my true crime novel also.
I felt his tone was disingenuous and I also had that boys-club imposter feeling of being less-than-human again, how I felt in many of my recent tech roles.
He never got back to me.
I thought I would check with the company just to make sure my suspicions were correct.
He’s obviously a bit IDF and I’m not surprised to see him given that Antonio has just gone been rescued and taken to Israel - at least, this is what I thought at the time you see because that is what they were telling me.
So we had a chat in the queue, and then when I got through security he was waiting for me on the other side.
He says let’s go for a coffee.
So we do, in Pret, air side.
The man gets the coffees and there’s (magically) two seats empty in the seating area - place was heaving.
We sit opposite each other.
I notice the agent sitting to my right immediately and decide he’s American - the way he looks and is dressed.
The man starts telling me about this “friend” of his who he’s been talking to, and a book he had recommended to him.
He pulls this book out of his bag; it’s in Hebrew; I thumb through and can’t read anything and don’t really know why he’s shown me this. So I give it to him back.
He then says that the friend was doing LSD, or something, and kept going on about a woman.
And I realize he’s talking about Antonio, and me, and I get scared.
Because, this is still when I don’t know that there were 8 men I had mistaken for one man - I still think there’s only one man.
So the one man who is my friend is always mixed up in my mind with the seven men who brutalized me regularly in my home.
So I’m getting scared.
And the man can see I’m getting a bit disassociated and I’m thinking.
I have this feeling of panic rising.
And I think, no, this is no good, stop this, and so I start to pray in my mind.
And I pray my lesson of the week: I call upon God’s name and on my own.
And I calm down, immediately, and come to senses.
And I’m back to normal and I ask the man his name.
He’s called Solomon, and I liked him very much.
And I have zero idea what any of this means!
It makes a lot of sense in September 2026 time of writing because they were lying to me about everything, but Solomon didn’t lie.
I tell Steve I met some really cool people on my trip over from London without going into details.
I’d got on with the people sat next to me too.
He gets concerned and starts saying: who were they, what did they want, but actually he’s not really interested because he doesn’t wait for me to answer him :)!
I don’t know why but whenever I called out the timing words, I did it in a curious voice, like an air traffic controller maybe - I thought this after watching all the air crash disaster shows and listening to how they speak over the radio.
Alma told me about the special place in the tunnels at the Kotel while we were under the table during a bomb warning - she may have told me this in May and then I prompted her again in August.
This is the spot closest to where God was in the temple and still is even though the temple is not physically there.
Only women sit there because it is extraordinarily powerful.
I’m so keen to go, so Alma takes me one morning before the course.
Whenever I’m in Jerusalem, I feel like I’ve been plugged into God, but this was something else.
And I saw something curious which looked like the whole universe, and I told Alma I had seen the whole universe, but it was difficult to describe so I didn’t elaborate.
What I saw was an image of the whole universe but it was sort of brown with colored blobs of yellow and orange for the galaxies, like a child’s picture.
Alma has been so kind, so genuine, so human… I’m so happy to meet a normal human being with a functioning heart. It’s been so long.
I don’t have a house or any hope of getting one with things as they are…
Nevertheless, I’m compelled to tell her that when I get settled, and everything’s safe, and the evil can’t touch me anymore, I will invite her and her daughters to my house.
Alma is my friend and the invitation still stands - not that anything in my living situation has improved since then, it’s rather worsened but I’m not complaining. I’m confident, more and more every day, aren’t you folks?
