May 2025

Response to new content

• As I undertake a first laborious and extremely triggering copy edit, I post new content describing what appear to be bona fide stalker accounts, possibly having live spy-cam-porn subscriptions, such as the Matthew account.
• It appears that a trigger image - the hair flowing in the wind - was set up early on for me to recognize this account as being significant.

• A fake account I’ve seen before in similar circumstances likes the tweet.

• Note the message about “POSTS ARE NOT ACTIONABLE”.

Please note

• I post about 1% of this kind of interaction I receive on a daily basis.

Constant threats online and in-person

Are you Welsh?

• I send some content to an interested party, someone who works in education for the Generalitat Valenciana.
• I start the email with a greeting in Welsh. I have never ever done that before in my life.
• I do that because it’s the day after I return from Ireland and I stayed in Wales one night and that’s how they say good morning, bore dar.
• Later that day, I take my dad out.
• As we arrive at the library, we see an extremely weird guy sitting outside. He has an orange old bashed-up car with him.
• The minute I open the door of my car, he jumps up and starts saying, “Oh, are you Welsh, are you Welsh”.
• I do not feel safe in North London.

Dancing man

• I pull into my road in the car late one evening.
• As I’m driving up, a man suddenly jumps into the middle of the road.
• He is wearing black ear phones like the ones I used to have and he is dancing exactly like I did around my room sometimes when I was being drugged and hacked in Spain and France.
• He grins at me wildly and doesn’t move so I have to slow down.
• He side steps away.
• He lives at the bottom of the road (or did at the time), I saw him again being a normal person.
• Is he one of those with a porn-subscription that can be relied upon?

Spy-cams in London N2 also??

• I arrive home from a trip to Israel.
• I’m tired and I sleep well.
• In the morning, I notice a massive boil in my groin which has a lot of puss. Obviously, when I notice it I am in a very private state of undress.
• I open my laptop. On my Facebook account, an account with an extremely specific name has liked my post from the night before.

• “Bad boil a-knock-out”?
• Does this mean my home in London N2 has somehow also been fitted with spy-cams? If so, since when and by whom?
• Perhaps in November 2024.
• A fake account follows me on my @jackchardwood account. The name is interesting and sounds a bit like “camera on gawk zany”.

• Bear in mind I have no activity on this account at all anymore and the last interaction on here was over 40 days ago.

Meeting Chris & Desa before I fly to Israel

• I meet old friends Chris Ludwick and Desa.
• I’m flying to Israel the following morning to assist Steve on a TT module 2 in Jerusalem.
• Desa repeatedly says to me, “you saved my life” regarding a weekend up North in 2019.
• I ask her why.
• She doesn’t explain.
• She also angrily tells me I must never, ever go back to Spain. I guess it’s the manner of her caring.
• I wasn’t planning on it.
• I wonder what Chris’s mates Des and Nikki would have said about all this.

A woman in Israel reacts normally to my story

• I attend a Transforming Touch course in Israel where I’m assisting.
• At one point, a woman and I are chatting in the kitchen, it’s a break time, and she just so happens to ask me about my life and how I am, what’s going on.
• And I tell her.
• I’ve no reason to lie.
• She’s horrified.
• In fact, I really upset her with my story and she has to take time out.
• I’m amazed because for the first time someone has reacted normally to what’s going on for me.
• I’m normally surrounded by totally unhelpful people, all the time, and it is somewhat inexplicable to me.
• Her reaction is so powerful, it prompts me to write again to the police and the Baroness when I’m on detox in a few weeks time in Devon.
• The second time someone reacts normally is in April 2026 on another TT course I’m attending as a student in Dublin.
• There has not yet been a third time.