December 2025

Thailand fasting and detox clarity

• It’s day seven of the fast and detox program.
• I’m peaceful.
• I’m feeling well too; free of a lot of the year’s poison and toxins.
• I go for a nap in the afternoon.
• I’m not tired, I just need to rest for a bit.
• I’ve been lying down a short while and I suddenly see something in my mind’s eye which causes me unease…
• I’m in my bed at Carrer Furs.
• Sitting on the left side of the bed to me is a man.
• He has no shirt on.
• I can’t see if he is wearing anything on his bottom half as my duvet is in the way.
• He has the build of the swimmer in the @jctot19 profile, but older and with a more defined musculature.

• He would match most closely the build of Marc, number two trumpet teacher, the man who turned up to chamber music class at the conservatory the most.
• He is wearing a face paint mask.
• The top-half of his face is painted with demonish black and white, vertical thin white stripes coming down his from the top of his head.
• He is screaming and shouting and shaking his head around in a most bizarre manner.
• In his hand he has what looks like one of my kitchen tea towels.

• Is this where we get the towel meme they’ve been using since 13^th March 2024?

• He holds it taut at both ends, stretching and twisting it.
• He slaps the bed with it.
• Just like the Jitendra Das lookalike did with his napkin at dinner one night at the Polygon conference in Bali.
• It feels too distressing to witness.
• I ask for guidance.
• I start thinking about Winston May & Nicky and remember that in 1989 he had told me they’d both recently traveled to Spain.
• I get up and write about it.
• I lose my sense of peace for a good few hours.
• Something tells me that what I saw was related to events on 13^th March 2024 when I woke up certain I was going to be murdered and texted everyone I knew (Chris BJ, Alessandra, Brenda, Sandra, maybe others) to that effect.

The cockney geezer with the emotionless young women

• A cockney geezer is hanging out on Lamai beach every day.
• He’s about 60, black hair probably dyed, geezer.
• He has two young women with him who don’t speak (are they policewomen?).
• He speaks.
• A lot.
• He’s always shouting on his phone.
• One day, I walk past him, and he says: you mean all the way from twenty years ago.
• Seems like he’s referring to me.
• I think: twenty-five.

I’m having a detrimental effect on the local economy

• I seem to be under house arrest of some sort.
• When I go to have a massage at the pier near the resort, a very serious looking older Thai couple walk past me and the woman says, you should stay at home, as she passes me.
• I feel like everyone knows who I am.
• I don’t go back to the pier for a massage.
• The only reason I went there was because there is a strange feeling at the usual place I go to.
• It’s like they close the shop to all other customers when I turn up.
• It’s very strange, and I don’t like it.
• The owner who was very friendly towards me the year before, is now distant.
• They’re calling me khun-khun too, which I think is a little derogatory.
• If I’m so famous everywhere, why hasn’t anyone been nicked yet?