May 2025

Transforming Touch intensive in Dublin

• I get the car ferry over to Dublin from Liverpool and stay from 30^th April to 5^th May.
• On the way back, I stay on Anglesey in Wales for one night and learn, for the first time in my life, how to say good morning in Welsh: bore da.
• The intensive is two days (Saturday and Sunday) at the Avila centre and I stay at the Anantara for a few extra days because I want to relax away from the toxicity at home, and I would like to visit Newgrange with the car.
• I’m high throughout this time, obsessing about the trumpet teacher, not feeling particularly relaxed, and feeling exposed.
• I feel like there’s people all around me in the hotel rooms beside mine who know me and are up to something. I can feel it very strongly.
• Since I now know that this is exactly what they do, and have been doing very openly since after July 2025’s poisoning attempt, I can say with certainty that there were mousse agents all over me like scabies at the Anantara.
• At the time, I assume in my ignorance that it is criminal gangs.
• I’m meant to.

Tanya Harding is in reception

• One morning, I see Tanya Harding in reception.
• She is sitting with a bunch of other Americans as if part of a tour group.
• She looks at me intently but does not say anything.
• I note this.
• She does it in exactly the same way the Naama Levy lookalike looked at me in Bangkok in November 2024, as if there’s formal training they both attended.
• Me and mum met Tanya on the eclipse tour of 2006 in Egypt and I told mum I had seen her in Dublin when I got back to London.
• Tanya and I had gone to dinner together in Cairo and shared personal stories on sedated rape; and her experience, she said, had been on a dinner date in Italy.
• I believe that this is where I was first signed up without my knowledge or consent for the CIA’s intuitive program whose main goal was to keep an eye on the criminal gangs of Dénia, some of whom have been a major thorn in their side.
• Mum still has Tanya on her Facebook.
• I’m interested that Tanya’s name is Tanya; rather like Tonia. Coincidence? Or have they been after him all along too? If so, why.
• At the Anantara, I wonder if her popping up like this is a sign from the FBI to tell me they’re working on my case, but it’s so top secret they can’t speak to me directly.
• Tanya had told us she lived in a town (did she say Langley, I don’t think it was that but it was somewhere in Virginia) which I immediately linked to the FBI.
• I think I even told my mother this.
• I believe now that the first surreptitious egg-extraction surgery took place at the Anantara.

Prepping putting the blame on Israel

• It never really made any sense to me why she would be there - I don’t think like a spy - until I found out I had been operated on while sedated a bunch of times.
• Tanya was here staring at me to add to the intrigue and conspiracy, just in case it went tits up for them, as it always does, and they could blame Israel, again.
• When Tanya (or whatever your name is) finds out… I expect she’ll do the right thing, like many millions more will too.

• It wasn’t just a warning Tone was it; it was a vision.

40^th birthday party

• In the spa one day I hear a lot of women speaking Hebrew.
• They are in Dublin celebrating a 40^th birthday party.
• I’m amazed because it’s so rare to hear Hebrew spoken in Ireland.
• I don’t think I ever heard it before outside of my Hebrew lesson at Queen’s in Belfast in 2020 before Covid hit.
• I ask them if they’re from Israel, they confirm, and I tell them how nice it is to hear Hebrew in Ireland.
• I had to wonder about these ladies too.
• This was early days in my how-spies-operate intensive training and I was being drugged continuously still so I really had no idea what was going on.
• I felt extremely comforted seeing these women at the hotel, however, and it made me feel much safer against the unease with my neighbors on the 8^th floor.
• Also, in August 2026, I realize that all these spy games means there is photographic and video evidence of all evildoing - we’ll see Tanya, and the medical team, and the birthday party - and this is going to be true of every evil mousse-machination I’ve detailed in this police statement.

Seagulls nesting

• From my room, I can look out onto the roof of another building.
• Seagulls have made their nests on the air outlets on the roof.
• The female seagulls are sitting snugly in their giant nests, while the male is standing guard, or off to get dinner.
• I find this marvelous, wonderful.
• I’m enthralled by them.

Can I leave my stuff in the centre

• I remember asking Yvonne on the first day of the intensive if I could leave my stuff overnight in the Avila centre, and everyone looking at each other - she’s looking at Steve to get confirmation - and then saying no.
• I said, oh has there been some theft here, and they all looked at each other intently again, Yvonne and Steve, one of the others, and she said quietly, yes.

Yvonne tells me Steve is giving her a hard time

• Yvonne sits next to me in the circle.
• At some point she complains about Steve giving her a hard time.
• I can see that he is doing this, but I’m not sure what’s going on with them.
• I don’t know how to help her, so I say nothing.

Stopping the intolerable political diatribes at break times

• Normally on these courses, it’s apparent that the majority of attendees are politically left-leaning.
• Fine, no issue, except sometimes at break times you have to sit and listen to them going on about the poor immigrants, or whatever.
• And I had just been up to Runcorn with Reform and at least half the people on the bus were immigrants, or the descendants of immigrants, including me!
• So here we are at tea time, and it’s the poor immigrants again, and I’d just had enough of hearing about it so I said something.
• And I was shaking (cos you’re not allowed to have a different view from them, or you can lose your job, get attacked, etc.) and my voice was quivering, but I said something like: oh you mean the thousands of fit young men who hate women coming into the UK every day?
• And I could see faces contorting as I mentioned the obliteration of women’s rights by the left, as if they agreed with me but it was not safe for them to support me or say anything.
• And there was some discussion, and politics was never spoke of again.
• Although, incidentally, in April 2026 in Dublin on the second course where they were all agents and had started to bully me (roasting they called it online - not a word I’d ever use), politics came up quite a lot at tea times.
• One woman even said, forcefully, that she wanted to murder Trump - and I was thinking, that’s a bit strong.. I was shocked actually.. even more so because no-one else at the table seemed to disagree with her.
• So I said something like, wow, people are really divided contentiously aren’t they and went for a walk.
• Then, the very next day, someone actually did try to kill him!

God save the King!

• During the course, I start thinking of King Charles, over and over.
• He has become a theme in my mind.
• It is so strange, there’s no reason for it, and I don’t understand it.
• It’s not like some of the other curious ideas I have at all.
• I feel like it’s a foreign idea, so in my attempts to figure it out I wonder if I’m picking it up from someone else.
• I decide that my partner who has a practice in Harley Street must treat the royals - it wouldn’t be unusual for that to happen - and I leave it there.
• Nevertheless, I kept having these bizarre thoughts about the King throughout the course, but there was always something much stronger telling me just to note it and not to worry about it.
• And the ideas stopped once the course had ended.
• Interestingly, I have always had rather good feelings about the King, warm feelings, and when this happened strongly once again - in Dorset in early 2026 - I thought he actually might be coming to visit and I was quite excited about that.
• It all clicked into place in Bali in July 2026 on the CIA psychological-torture intensive where foreign ideas were planted in my mind second by second!

Hearing the bell in her earpiece

• A Swedish woman is doing the work on her partner while the rest of us sit in a circle around the table - this is how the intensive course functions, 90% of the two days you’re sitting quietly in a circle watching the others work.
• She has set her timer bell to go off in her earpiece, and I can hear it.
• After she’s finished, Steve wants to know how on earth she managed to keep time without a bell - because he didn’t hear it.
• Six of the others, bar one, say the same thing; yeah, how did you do that?
• She tells us she’s set it to go off in her earpiece.
• I tell everyone I could hear it clearly.
• Another woman, a Polish acupuncturist living in Peterborough, also says she could hear it and she’s surprised about it too because the majority of the room couldn’t hear it.
• It was, however, very audible and I don’t have super hearing.
• Are they all wearing earpieces which would block them from hearing subtones like this while someone is chattering away giving instructions?
• I would never have thought such a thing pre-Bali July 2026.

Adam has pain in his hands

• I’ve been suspicious of Adam since the first course he attended.
• I always assumed he was working for the porn gangs and had been sent to spy on me, just like some other course participants I already mentioned.
• My car has been doused with pesticides and this seeps into the plastics and won’t come out.
• Whenever I drive without gloves, I start feeling that bone ache I had in my body when I was wearing pesticide-soaked clothes and shoes, and sleeping under the toxic duvet I brought to London with me from Spain.
• I complain about this online, a lot, so everyone knows.
• Furthermore, I have mentioned this to law-enforcement in multiple communications.
• It’s quite bad after driving from London to Wales and forgetting to wear gloves.
• I often forgot to wear them, which is strange to me writing in safety nearly 18 months later; I believe this is due to constant gaslighting around me and no-one helping me so I just gave up on myself and went along with the liars in certain respects, thankfully not all.
• Close to the end of the two days, I notice Adam is on his phone while we’re talking, and then Steve asks if anyone has any questions and he suddenly puts his hand up and tells Steve he’s having aches in his hands.
• Steve asks him to come over and has a look at them for a few minutes, then Adam sits down again.

Steve says he doesn’t know when the courses are scheduled

• I ask Steve on the last day when the next intensive is planned.
• There has maybe been one other intensive I heard about him doing like this in five years of study. It’s not a regular thing at all.
• He says I have no idea, in a manner in which it sounds like he has no input whatsoever into his schedule.
• I say goodbye and tell him I look forward to seeing him in Israel in a couple of weeks.

Constant threats online and in-person

Are you Welsh?

• I write to Ana Requena at the conservatory.
• The email is from my [email protected] account which North London’s finest managed to get shutdown in January 2026 while deleting all my backups at the same time.
• I can see why they might want to protect their interests at the music school; fish in a barrel, isn’t it.
• I’ve written to Ana quite frequently on other accounts.
• I start the email with a greeting in Welsh: bore da.
• I have never ever done that before in my life.
• I do that because it’s the very day after I return from Ireland, and I stayed in Wales one night on the way back, and that’s how they were saying good morning to me, bore da.
• Later that day, I take my dad to the library.
• As we arrive at the library, we see an extremely weird guy sitting outside. He’s old and has an orange old bashed-up car, wild hair, trampy clothes, and he looks very dodgy.
• The minute I open the door of my car, he jumps up and starts saying to me, “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?

Tricking me into believing criminal gangs are stalking me is still working

• 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.

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.
• Desa jokingly tell us she thinks Chris is a psychopath; she always does that. He never says anything.
• I’m not sure I like the way Desa speaks to Chris.
• 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.

Israel TT

• I attend a Transforming Touch course in Israel where I’m assisting Steve.
• wip.

Steve gets upset with me

• wip, he’s angry at me because of what I said regarding political views in Dublin.
• And he’s been laying into me all day.
• On the way back to our hotel, Mrs Wasserman, Steve and I are walking and he says something political again, and I say something back.. maybe about suicidal empathy, not sure, and he goes ballistic and walks off.
• Mrs Wasserman and I are dumbfounded!

Mrs Wasserman puts up her hands and tells me to stop talking

• We’re sitting next to the Spanish house, wondering what happened.
• I’m explaining a little bit about how I worry that people who think that sterilizing children is OK are working with children and I’m worried about Steve getting in trouble.
• I tell her there’s always a time limit on child abuse.
• She doesn’t disagree.
• In context with our chat, I start to tell her about how I fought the Spanish porn-gangs, etc, etc…
• And she shouts STOP and puts her hand up.
• “Don’t speak”, she orders.
• So we talk a bit again, and I have to explain some of the things that have been going on as part of the chat, and she reacts in exactly the same way.
• She says: because of the work we’re doing, I’m very sensitive, and it’s too much… I hadn’t told her anything, did she know already what I was going to say?
• So I sigh - I’m used to this bizarre indifference to absolute horror - and instead I try to tell her what I want to say another way without provoking alarm.
• So I tell her that “because of the things that have been happening to me over the last few years”, without giving any examples, “I’m very confident about the future and doing something about the child abuse epidemic”.
• Mrs Wasserman tells me she’s going to speak to Steve.

Steve’s suddenly inexplicably OK

• The next time I see Steve, it’s like nothing happened.
• I ask Mrs Wasserman what happened when she spoke to him.
• She said she didn’t say anything to him, he was just OK, and she didn’t know why or how.

Alma

• The following day, at lunch, I’m chatting in the kitchen with a woman called Alma.
• She asks me about my life.
• I tell her what’s been going on for me.
• She is utterly horrified, I see tears in her eyes.
• She’s determined to help me, you must be able to do something, she’s really upset.
• I’m amazed, because this is the first time ANYONE! has reacted normally to what’s been going on for me.
• I’m surrounded by totally unhelpful people, all the time, and it was somewhat inexplicable to me until I realized they are either spies with a remit to not care for sinister reasons, or are involved somehow and hiding something.
• Her reaction is so powerful, and so healing, 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 to my story is in April 2026 on another TT course I’m attending as a student in Dublin, and this is really interesting because this lady was a spy, and they allowed her to do TT shares with me online, so they must have realized how damning their indifference is.
• There has not yet been a third time.

Alma goes upstairs

• My story has upset Alma so much that she has to take time out from the group sessions.
• She goes upstairs.
• Mrs Wasserman asks me where Alma is, at which point I tell her that I told her my story after she had asked about my life, and it upset her.
• Mrs Wasserman goes upstairs and sits for some time with Alma.

Alma is crying

• Later, Alma is crying and being consoled by one of the other women.
• Steve tells me they’re doing it for him.. and I wondered at the time if this means he’s surrounded by unhelpful spies all the time too.
• Today I wonder if Mrs Wasserman told Alma something that upset her even more than my story.

Steve falls

• One night, Steve and I are out walking; I think we’re heading for the Wall.
• Steve says, come this way and starts heading to New Gate to enter the old city that way.
• At that moment, a cockroach is running around my feet.
• The way the cockroach is running around my feet makes me think that we should not go the New Gate way.
• I tell Steve that I think we should go in via Jaffa Gate instead.
• He says, no, no, it’s fine, let’s go to New Gate.
• The cockroach is still running around my feet, I’m not kidding it was very peculiar.
• I tell Steve I think the cockroach is telling me we shouldn’t go that way.
• He says don’t be silly or something like that so off we go.
• We enter the city at New Gate and we’re walking through the narrow streets towards the Kotel and at one point Steve slips and falls.
• I’m horrified, it’s a hard fall, and I race over to see if he needs help.
• He doesn’t want help, he doesn’t want to be touched.
• We’re both upset.
• He gets up and we carry on as if none of it happened.

Mrs Wasserman is the Rebbe’s niece

• Steve and I are at dinner in Mamilla one evening with Mrs Wasserman.
• Over dinner they start talking about kabbalah, and Chabad - I’m actually counting the omer at that time using the Chabad website to do so.
• Steve (feigns?) ignorance by seeming to only know about Kabbalah from Madonna.
• I tell everyone I had written to the Rebbe twice.
• Mrs Wasserman tell us she’s his niece.
• I gasp! I’m very impressed.
• When Steve and I are talking later on about these things, he tells me that yeah, Mrs Wasserman is Jewish royalty.

Signs and signals of fertility and pregnancy

• I was getting this from Mrs Wasserman, her nephew Jonathan, and even Steve throughout the course.
• It was surprising, I didn’t understand it though so I just watched.
• I think now it’s possible they got a viable pregnancy going from one of my eggs they extracted in Dublin at the Anantara… I wonder if it is this one that Steve is the father of because squirrel was still a free man in Spain.
• Anyway. We’ll soon find out for sure.
• Steve kept saying, repeatedly to me, and markedly too, Jonathan has 8 children you know, so I don’t feel that he was necessarily in full agreement with however they were deciding without my knowledge or consent - and had just already done in Dublin - to chop me up and divvy me out.
• There was a small baby Ruth attending, who was gorgeous, her mother was older and single and very inspiring actually.
• Another one of the women was desperate to get pregnant, and nothing was happening, but this all seemed normal to me.
• However, the signals with regards to my potential motherhood were very clear to me; hints and signs, the way spies do.
• So I ignored them.
• But it did get me thinking, and indeed since summer 2024 I have been desirous of offspring but I always believed that was the porn-gang manipulation tech demo to describe how women are tricked into producing the product for the baby-rape industrialists.
• Nevertheless, whenever they turned this online manipulation off, I still felt like I wanted to be a mother, and I thought that was marvelously ironic.
• Could the mousses have set this up for themselves, essentially? Knowing from 2007 that I survive poisoning?
• More coming up on this for this session, and September as I go through my todo: list.