April 2026

Ending the tiny mad idea

• I continue to think of nothing else but saving the world.

• Seems I’ve been thinking about it for decades too, perhaps lifetimes.
• I won’t stop thinking about it either, no matter how hard they try.
• I’ll just keep on coming back until we’re done.

Service at Lourdes

• Someone is reporting my behavior in the baths back to criminal gangs who then send me notifications on X repeating things I have said verbatim, or describing things I have done that day.
• Due to this, I decide to tell my boss, Marie Therese, my recent history because it’s clear to me someone will misrepresent me in a negative way and I want people to know the truth.
• She also saw that I had become sick on the last day of my service the previous July when I had to cancel my attendance at the baths because my eyes were stinging and I had the toxic headache from hell.
• I arrange a meeting with her.

What I say to Marie Therese

• I want to tell you a little bit about my history because I trust you and I know that people will lie about me.
• For many decades, I have been targeted by Spanish criminal gangs, gitano poisoning sex gangs, at my homes in Spain - the details of all those Spanish addresses are in the Notre Dame de Lourdes database of the piscines.
• They have been sedating me and coming into my homes and raping me, for decades.
• I had no idea until recently.
• I kept leaving Spain, and then returning; they were able to manipulate me to return.
• The last time I lived there, from 2022-2025, I was studying the piano at the conservatory in the town.
• What I didn’t know was that these criminal gangs work as teachers and staff at the conservatory.
• They had been poisoning me for many years so that I would have brain damage and not be able to recognize objects out of context.
• I was drugged heavily with hallucinogens at the school too.
• Four or five men came to the conservatory to teach a class I attended - with some children too - and I only recognized them as one man even though they looked very different.
• This was filmed as pornography watched by millions around the world.
• (Marie Therese gasps).
• I knew something was happening because they were treating me so badly, but I had no idea the extent of it.
• I thought they were silly little boys behaving like children, I had no idea they were poisoning and drugging students at the school for porn.
• The thing is, I did not behave as they had expected because they did not frighten me.
• And so they revealed themselves to me, that they were hacking me, and I knew immediately because I’m a computer scientist.
• And something happened with one of those men; and he changed his mind about me.
• I think he asked them to stop but they didn’t stop, so he started to help me.
• I fought them.
• I’m still fighting them.
• They follow me around the world, they have their people here in Lourdes too, they tried to murder me many times by poison.
• I think that’s why Mary brought me here in 2008; to help me.
• When I was sick last July - you saw me - that was another murder attempt by poisoning.
• Even when I’m back in London, they have their people there.
• (She asks about the police).
• These people are totally protected.
• I have been to the police countless times and no-one wants to know.
• They are so protected, they are in schools drugging children, and raping babies for porn, and no-one cares.
• (Marie Therese’s eyes well-up with tears, so do mine.)
• I’m not asking for help, I just want you to know because many people do know what has been going on and I want you to hear the truth from me because everyone is going to lie about me.
• (Marie Therese tells me she will pray on it.)
• I tell Marie Therese that it is OK with me if she tells everyone, or no-one, it’s entirely up to her.
• (We hug and get on with the service.)

• X notifications about things happening at the baths stop.
• I wonder if when the women find out exactly what the men have been doing all these years, the whole thing stops.

Chucking my iPhone

• I throw away my iPhone and a Samsung pad at the decheterrie in Lourdes.
• An agent, Mike, at the Holiday Inn in Bali in July will have a phone exactly like mine in his hand after one of our games and because I’d asked about his wife, Yvonne, online one evening. She had behaved strangely and disappeared the day before. She makes a reappearance and we have a chat, this is when he’s sitting beside us with a phone just like mine in his hand (red Iphone 14, quite unique actually).
• I also make my X accounts, @1FRGVN and @JackChardwood inaccessible to me without jumping through some hoops.
• All my bad days cease.
• Isn’t that interesting.
• I hope someone bothered to collect the phone.
• I guess Mike was telling me they had which is good, but will they bother doing anything with it?

Drugging and poisoning

• I’m drugged at least one time while I’m at Lourdes; I start feeling Mary very close to me, all around, and I’m having clear visions of a spectacular wedding dress.
• I suspect hallucinogens applied in a crowd in the street or at the sanctuary.
• I’m poisoned at least one time, possibly when I meet the Australian-Italian gypsy woman at the laundry, who was a lovely lady by the way and we had a nice chat, but right after I felt like I’d been heavily sedated.
• I suspect more examples of this occurred over the last six months but I’m noticing them less and less.
• However, my thumbnail ridges (Beau’s lines) seem to have been marking these events and there have been multiple occasions.
• It’s what they do, right?

Loving voices

• One night, after yoga - it may be a Friday after Penny’s class - as I’m putting away my yoga things, I hear two voices I know well outside my door chatting.
• It’s Mrs Wasserman, and another man I don’t know the name of.
• I’m amazed; but what’s more amazing is this loving warm feeling coming all over my body and inside too as I hear them chat about whether they’re going to go to the procession, or whatever.
• The feeling is the exact feeling I had when I found out I was pregnant when I was 18 with my first ever proper-ish boyfriend Ben - just two years after repeated, sedated gang-rape - and just before my mother told me she and my dad would not support me at all if I had the child, and broke my spirit.
• It was like a warm glow of joy traveling through my body.
• I’m so happy to hear these voices outside my door.
• It’s astonishing, though, and I know it’s a trick, otherwise I would have ran out.
• I feel like I’m being tricked endlessly these days, as well as throughout my life, and I don’t like it.
• What would be the purpose of doing something like that?
• I suppose they were doing as much as they could to make me believe they were on my side - and I did, of course, my projection about the trustworthiness of people - and so I’d certainly attend the two important (for them) weeks of TT in Dublin coming up, and feel dreadful when they turned on me as if they didn’t like me anymore and weren’t my friends.
• From there, they can pretend to be anyone, they think.
• It’s very school playground isn’t it.
• Except the feeling I got, I believe in retrospect, was God’s way of telling me in advance that this is how He gets my babies back for me, with a strong and joyful body memory.

American agents all over the baths and the town

• They’re everywhere; and I do not get a good feeling from them at all.
• Something’s up and it bodes badly for me (and everyone actually, but they’re not wise enough to see they’re chasing after chaos).
• Do you think, at a deeper level of the mind, the masses are so appalled that a rape-victim survived the porn-gangs, that they’re compelled with a deep instinctive urge to destroy this (what they think is) unnatural wonder in their midst? It’s actually as natural and as normal as it gets.

Facebook shuts me down

Médiathèque de Lourdes

• I go to the library in Lourdes to save this police statement on archive sites.
• The young man there grins at me, that grin, and puts his hand together like they ridiculed me endlessly for at the conservatory, and just like the blond woman did at the Red Lion.
• I’m sad that so many men are so porn-sick.
• I wonder if they get warned via WhatsApp groups or direct messages?
• It’s literally every where I go.
• Are the gangs hoping that one of these idiots takes the initiative and attacks me; while filming obviously?
• Is this why no-one’s doing a thing about it, because nearly all men in existence are complicit?

Dublin Transforming Touch

• I attend two modules this month: module 2 with a new cohort I’ve never met before on the first week, and module 3 to complete a cycle with the cohort from September again.

Olly on the plane

• On the flight over from Lourdes, I see Olly from the iboga retreats in Montpelier around 2005/6, friend of Sean Hamman and thus implicated in the sedated-rape conspiracy.
• He saw me too, and tried to hide.
• I have to wonder if I was sedated and raped on those courses too. They were full of heaps of extremely aggressive men and a sprinkling of disingenuous women.
• Bizarrely, like Richard from the same era who I see in September 2025 at Newgrange with Steve, he’s putting on a ridiculous Irish accent.
• I’m amazed.
• And also just like Richard, there’s a whole contrived back story him and the man walking beside him are going through.
• Is it another attempt at convincing me that someone is interested in stopping the mass sedation and sexual assault of women and children for porn?

They’re playing Ray of Light while I wait for the taxi

• I’m waiting for the taxi at a cafe I’ve been told to wait at by Booking which has been tailoring everywhere I stay for some time.
• They’re playing Madonna’s Ray of Light as I stand there; bonafide #GreatRay.
• The taxi driver calls to tell me where to go to meet him, and it’s not here.
• The mousses are flirting with me, buttering me up.

Beckett Locke

• An extraordinary place.
• My take is hotel-cum-CIA training centre and egg-extraction lab.
• Correct me if I’m wrong.
• I have a very dark room on the inside with a small window.
• I’m making fists while I sleep and creating a callous in my left palm.
• I wake up in the middle of the night with a noise that sounds like people carrying a bag of ice down the corridor.

The abomination of desolation

• We could expand the definition to all and any unconsented-to activity undertaken on a person while they’re sedated.
• A massive disregard of the Golden Rule.

I see Auggie Augustus

• You remember Ugly from 2001 and then again in August 2024.
• Well, his face is hidden in his jacket but they’ve set up a meet as I’m walking back to Beckett Locke from the Avila centre one evening.
• God sees him clearly and makes me gnash my teeth at him.
• The agent laughs uproariously as I do so.
• It must have been really funny.

I see an IRA man

• One morning on my way to the Avila centre, there’s a big crowd of Americans in front of me and they’re all going on about how they have a meeting with Ira and I’m thinking, what now..
• A little later, I see an agent I’m familiar with and he’s standing a bit away from a man with extremely shiny shoes who has his back to me initially but then turns around to look as I walk past him.
• I’m so amazed at how shiny this man’s shoes are, I don’t see the man’s face but I saw his grey, longish, curly-coiffed hair.
• I’ve no idea what this is all about.
• I only get the Ira name connection a good deal later.

Steve is having chemo, but doesn’t have cancer

• Steve, Robin, Gerardine, and I are having lunch near the Avila centre.
• Steve tells me he’s on chemo.
• He has lost an awful lot of weight since I saw him previously in September 2025.
• He tells me it’s not cancer but his physician has told me he has an extremely rare condition which only responds to chemotherapy which he’s having once a week.
• I find this upsetting.
• They’re poisoning him.

Un oeuf est un oeuf

• My little oeuf.
• It’s a girl.
• This was a sort of meme that second week, or maybe both weeks.
• Steve kept saying “enough is enough” in class, and I remembered the joke about only one egg for breakfast in France.
• When I told him, while at the same time thinking about pregnancy, he looked so alarmed.
• He went silent.
• He had looked similarly alarmed when he suggested I come live with him in Texas, that I could have the room at the top of the stairs and I said, is it the attic room, as a joke (you know, mad woman lives in the attic, never comes down, controlled…) and he looked so alarmed.
• Is he the similarly unconsenting father?
• Is this why they put hundreds of thousands into trying to get us together?
• Is my little oeuf destined for a life as a lab rat?
• I’m going to pray it’s not so.
• This is so hard.
• Thousands may have raped me but this, if true, is infinitely more violating.
• I notice another possible entry point for pinhole surgery, and that appeared back in November in Bangkok.
• Is this the real reason behind the endless distraction and lies, just letting me wander around, maybe crash the car, maybe get drugged again at Lourdes, zero concern for my health and safety and wellbeing, just to keep me busy while they get what they want?
• And then I can be discarded.

She reminds me of my mother

• I have a massive memory fly in during the first week where all the attendees were pretty cool and loving.
• It’s from the first course I did with Steve when I was perplexed about why Steve’s slides had this seagull in them.
• I was so obsessed with these incongruent photos at the time I actually asked him, in amongst nearly a hundred professional psychotherapists asking very normal questions, why he had a photo of a seagull in his slides.
• He answered that the seagull had been following him around in Dublin in a park, and the bird had reminded him of his mother.
• I was amazed to remember this, and thought about the tears from March 2023 and wondered if I’d channeled the man’s mother at that moment…
• And then later, I remembered my mother always told me she wants to be a seagull when she comes back, and I always had this feeling she’d be at the window ledge at my house looking for food, and following me around, and pooing everywhere. It was a bit of a joke between us.

Steve shares his past a little

• He always tells his groups he never wanted to teach.
• Sometimes, he tells us about what started him developing the TT system, about how he adopted two little babies who were totally traumatized, hopeless cases, and healed them.
• He has shared that while he was practicing, he was finding people with apparently incurable conditions were getting well, all the time.
• It got him noticed.
• His sons are testament to the gift God gave him.
• It is interesting because the content of the courses shifts and changes constantly, it can never be pinned down, which is amusing.
• People are regularly expressing concern about what happens if Steve’s not around, because other people find it hard to teach what he teaches, given it is coming direct from what Steve would call Holy Spirit, what I would call God.

“I stepped in the chili sauce”

• Agents everywhere we go.
• Steve, Robin, and I have lunch at a falafel joint in the Temple Bar.
• The usual CIA man is sitting close by (it’s never the same one, but they dress so specifically, as I mentioned).
• I drop the chili sauce on the floor and as we’re getting up to leave I step in it, and declare it.
• I find this amusing. I wonder if he did.

Adam

• I have told my “friends” online about my suspicions of Adam a lot.
• They confirm it, online.
• At class, there is something going on with him and Steve, and Steve is saying to him: we accept everyone on the course while Adam’s head is down and he’s looking sad.
• And honestly I don’t know now if they’ve set it up and I missed something about who Adam is really working for.
• There is one sure-fire way to tell if it’s the mousses… they tell you to shut up if you start telling them something of your story.
• Adam did that. A lot of people did that.
• Normal people don’t do that.

A first roasting

• Yeah, I didn’t know why they turned on me on that course, but they certainly did.
• It was the second course, module 3, with the cohort I had met in September.
• Guilt expressed maybe?
• A test to see how I might take a bit of psychological torture?
• Before they started in on me, just before the course started, I had received a query from the Transforming Touch referral system - where people can contact you if you want healing.

• I thought it was a genuine request initially from a woman calling herself Joyce.
• I’m unable to access the email on the website where I was notified about it now, I don’t know why, but I replied in any case telling the person I was not taking any clients, would they like a referral.
• At the same time, I realize I need to change my profile details, but I’m unable to figure out how to do it.
• I tell a woman on the course I might have a referral for her, and ask Gerardine how to access the site to make an edit again.
• The woman responds in the meantime.

• It’s bogus.
• This is the only query I have ever had on that site.
• Here’s my listing: https://coregulatingtouch.com/business-directory/dr-katharine-murphy-ttp-london-uk/ and I’ve just found out how to edit it too.
• When the psychological terror-meme mentions started, including:
  • Steve saying “switcheroo”.
  • The German woman who had called me “Saint Katharine” saying: In concert.
  • This sort of thing..
• The German woman mentions Joy, again and again, and I realize after a bit they’re referring to the query email, and perhaps something broader too.
• Later, I wonder if this Joy is referenced in extremely early fake accounts on Twitter, right in the midst of fighting the porn-gangs of Dénia when I still thought everyone talking to me was mostly Hazel or Domingo.
• See below “My name is Joy”, in German!

• I think the TT crowd wanted me to leave them. They must have.
• I guess if they’re a secret business, and I become extraordinarily famous, they’d risk everything keeping me on… but I’m sure there’s kinder more loving ways to do something like this! Isn’t it? A better way, maybe?
• I didn’t take it well.
• I started to shake and my wrist (where there’s an unusual injury that could do with a scan and examination) because to quiver.
• I got a blanket, sat behind the circle on the second line, put the blanket over myself and hid.
• It’s not the torture itself - I was everyone’s breakfast, lunch, and dinner in Dénia for years, remember? - it’s the fact that people you thought you could trust are doing it.
• And what really got me, was the realization that something I thought I could always turn to as a safe space for healing just disappeared, poof!
• The roasting they give me in Bali is exactly the same procedure but at a super enhanced level with more intense drugging.

I thought I’d talk about something important with the group

• Then decided not to due to incoming attacks.

A waitress keeps interrupting us

• Steve and I go for a drink one evening; I think it’s the evening before the last night of the first week’s course.
• There are agents all over the bar.
• We talk.
• I try to bring up the forgivenet and saving the world, again, and every single time I do, the waitress butts in with some inconsequential nonsense.
• I think Steve set this up too, and is signalling to her every time I start to bring up the conversation about let’s save the world why don’t we.
• As if there was something more important to do.
• Bananas!

My sense of direction is temporarily healed

• I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine when I leave Steve.
• He actually tells me to stop following him around as he walks away, which is a bit strange, but I think he’s cross with me for wondering out loud if he and Yvonne aren’t a little bit in love.
• Although, now I realize Yvonne is probably an agent sent to annoy and frustrate him, to keep him on his toes.
• In fact, she’s probably working for the ONLY Spymaster there is to make sure that nothing can really f**k things up, no matter how hard they try.
• She is, after all, somehow related to my dad’s mother’s side of the family: Margaret Murphy.
• She does something to him that makes him reveal to everyone a very ugly and oppressive side of himself; something I bore the brunt of in Israel one time too.
• And then trying to get us together! Amazing. Someone’s asleep at the wheel.
• Anyway.
• I walk back to CIA HQ, and it’s about an hour’s walk, and I feel like I have got my sense of direction back totally!
• Since the poisoning in Dénia for brain-damaged porn-star requirements, I have had no sense of direction at all, I’m more clumsy than I’ve ever been, … in fact I have a list of brain-damage symptoms which, as I was mentioning, if anyone gave the tiniest sh*t about - in law-enforcement terms for evidence and because being brain-damaged is no fun - would have got me analysed in detail and organized some healthcare, don’t you think?
• Instead, a random man at the beach does an impromptu test and never speaks to me again.
• So the gigue is up.
• Sadly, the return of my sense of direction was only a temporary healing, but it fills me with confidence.

I have some questions for Steve about the course

• It was an assumption of mine that Steve would have been as obsessed about the course (ACIM) as I am.
• It turns out I was wrong, and he is a staunch catholic and found my questions a bit offensive.
• So that was interesting.
• He had done the workbook exercises one time, however, if I remember rightly.
• So he doesn’t know the course at all.

I’m leaving and someone makes me cry

• One of my classmates as I’m leaving says something that makes me cry.
• It’s only now I realize how much they all despise me, just like the porn-gangs and billions of men around the world.
• It’s extraordinary.
• One criminal gang took the place of another.
• The only difference was the budget.
• The goal in content, although not form, is the same.
• The Light really blinds doesn’t it.
• It’s the same woman who told me she thought Adam was beautiful in September 2025, and I have to wonder why she said that, and if she was hinting at a relationship.

I’m signing

• A friend tells me I’m signing.
• I don’t know what they mean.
• Over the next few weeks, I catch myself making strange hand gestures to people and I realize I am actually signing! Well, God is.
• I have no idea what I’m communicating, but that’s also true of much that I say and write too.
• I expect I only get about 5% of what’s really being said.