August 2026

True forgiveness, suicidal empathy, and confusing the levels

• Forgiveness is in the heart and mind, not really the body, although..
• Jesus on the cross had a perfect heart and mind, but he suffered excruciating pain and distress while it was happening.
• However, after his physical death the body reconstructed because of his pure heart and mind, and his unequivocal connection to God, and because that’s what God had planned.
• So, the visceral trigger the predator instills in the prey is not a failure of forgiveness, and although the heart and mind may be mostly still about all this (a having forgiven state), if we were to think that there was some error in reacting this way we would be imposing suicidal empathy on the prey by confusing the levels.
• This physical trigger is very literally life-saving.
• Christians confuse the levels by saying we’re all equal and should be treated so. And this sounds good and true, but it becomes chaos because the measure is Jesus and to assume everyone is of pure heart and mind like Jesus is here in the physical world - EVEN THOUGH at the divine level this is true - the outcomes are disastrous.
• That is why JC in A Course In Miracles says: Equality does not imply homogeneity NOW.
• It’s warped forgiveness and it more often feeds evil rather than doing anything to dispel it.
• Anyway, back to true forgiveness.
• It’s very personal because it is about a pure heart and mind looking out.
• You can’t impose forgiveness on anyone, nor insist upon it from someone else, both these approaches are ego.
• Imposing forgiveness on someone, I forgive you, would not necessarily have any effect apart from making the one doing the “forgiving” feel better.
• Insisting someone forgive us because we assume they should is also, obviously, not going to do anything about our evil-doing.
• Because it is so personal, and so universal, my view is the only approach to forgiveness - at this physical level and in this period of history - is for a person to sincerely request it.
• This is always going to be a mini-(maybe maxi)-healing and never has to have anything to do with the other party.
• So, that’s my universal case for the forgivenet.

Auggie Augustus

• Good man Auggie <3

The sheer volume of it..

• Is going to be the shock, isn’t it.
• I was wondering if people had seen it and thought I was conscious and consenting because of the open eyes, like I had seen Yasmin do?
• And that’s why so many were so appalled with me?
• Could 95% of all the porn in circulation be of sedated-victims?

Put out the fire chief

• Mr Quint is fight.
• Mr Hooper is flight.
• Chief Brody is freeze, initially, then he works his way back up through flight and fight to destroy the shark and save the day.
• A little bit like us.

God is the Spymaster

• He’s been planning things for eternity, and already had our roles set out for us.
• He knew that, at the right time, regardless of whatever we’d been doing up to that point, we would remember Him.
• He knew that, from that instant, we would never question His Authority so that we could carry out His Plan exactly as He wants it carried out.
• So we listen, and he tells us what to say, do, think, and more importantly when.
• Just like real spies do. It’s so wonderful.
• And we obey Him.
• And even when things look like a total catastrophe, and we cannot understand anything that’s going on, and we’re suffering and sad, we still trust the Way He has set us on.
• We don’t necessarily understand the Why of His Instructions but we never question His Judgment and Authority.
• So it’s like that.
• Anything else is hit-or-miss speculation, as you may have noticed.
• So Thank You Father for Your Love, Care, Guidance and for never leaving me/us.

• We made it, my love. (We used to chat about this eclipse a lot, back in the day on X :D)
• Can we go home now?… oh wait!

• (Aside: there’s another moment in the film where someone says, “can we go home now”. It’s Charlie. Swim Charlie swim! Don’t look back… I don’t know if anyone noticed that #GreatRay).

Unfortunately, my love

• My rock solid confidence in God and His Love for us, and how He has planned all of this to get all of us out of our gargantuan, apocalyptic, and most-recent inevitable mess as quickly as possible, does not extend to many humans.
• As usual, I think they’re probably appalled at what God has delivered; it doesn’t fit expectations, it threatens a deep reverence for porn and sexual violence, it threatens a more modern belief based in the ancient hate that the mother can be switcheroo-ed and thus made unnecessary, and that - with zero evidence and contrary to everything God tells us - miracles are a function of the cells of the body and have nothing to do with faith or God at all!
• I refer my readers to the following principle of miracles: Miracles are everyone’s right, but purification is necessary first.
• God’s representatives don’t look right, and even when they do - coming backed with a prerequisite level of violence in the nature - their miracles are so shocking they must be stymied and controlled (see about a million Indian gurus and holy men for more examples of this apparent contradiction).
• It’s amazing that they have put so much resource, time, and effort into the Better Way and then when it turned up, they decided they didn’t like it much.
• But expected.
• So they’ll be wanting to keep the violence and violation (hence my bizarrely unpleasant experiences of late), and to maintain the ancient hate and the murder of the mother (a tragedy of world-ending proportion), under the erroneous belief we humans are doing the right thing because, contrary to the glaringly obvious, we always think we do a better job than Him.
• It seems to me the powers-that-be have decided that whatever political A-bomb I come with means the Instructions should be ignored; so I’m left with nothing to lose since they salvaged whatever they could from me and already made their boldest attempt yet on my life.
• It’s only a matter of time before they destroy the only thing that can truly save them; like they always do.
• Perhaps that day’ll be the Day of the Lord.
• The definition of insanity (believing we’re better than God, or that we can eliminate Him, or that we are Him) is attempting to prove it again and again and expecting a different outcome.
• And that is why my widowhood is apparently never ending…
• And why I’m still here.
• p.s. all this sparked by the truth coming out (egg-extractions over the last year - maybe even bumping into someone involved that made me cry for no reason, in the street) and people getting very angry about the truth coming out, and asking me if i want to disappear like Kathleen Love, and telling me i have to die… so… i’ve nothing to lose it seems. You’ve both (see criminal gang comparison chart) taken everything from me already, and Anne Hathaway lookalikes at the Wall are really a pretty useless way to make me think you’re on my side. You’re opinion of me is as if I’m a speck of dust on your shoe. So, the gigue is up. Do whatever you like, I don’t care.

What a world!

• Thank God for God and His patience because at this rate we’re about to go round again with Him un-re-membered for another trillion years; but if and only if we survive the liar’s most wicked self-destruction mechanism to date, that which supports the ancient hate: a mechanism which, I’m reliably told, isn’t possible to survive if left alone, covered up, hidden.
• Well done everyone!

On the plus side, my love - getting it wrong again

• Given the mousses’ utter horror with what God sent; us detestable, loathsome, bothersome people…
• Me with the multiple and ever growing examples of their scheming, muck-raking, and shamefulness that I have detailed in this police statement.
• And you with your one, giant, cataclysmic, tipping-the-earth-on-its-axis example.
• They decided they would cancel God Himself.
• Because they do whatever they like while walking over everyone’s backs like we’re roads.
• But, of course, all this means is that we have children, already!
• I’m kinda sad we don’t, except I still believe we have time for this.
• And I believe it’s three, just like my dreams and our prayers over my tortured mourning.
• And yes, today I break forth into joyful shouting and cry aloud! No, just weeping actually.

And as for your heart, my love - this is true

• Know that you and I agreed to all of this a long, long time ago, for someone we loved dearly, and for God.
• So don’t worry about the recent past chipshop.
• There’s work to be done.

Squirrel will tell his story

• Languishing in a mousse-controlled jail somewhere in the North of Israel, squirrel wonders when he will see his love again.
• It’s amazing how the teeniest tiniest weeniest little bit of applied shame changes everything, doesn’t it.
• His story will be far more powerful than mine ever was; indeed, he already knew everything I’ve been fighting for my life to find out over the last few years.
• So what motivated him, what did God do that made us the most unusual world-saving duo in history?
• What is God retelling us through Rumi nearly a thousand years ago?
• It’s time we found out.
• But really, the most worrying thing about all this new information is that the powers-that-be (Tyre, Assyria, Egypt, Rome, etc.) have always known about - and have never had any intention of stopping - the mass pedophilia and baby-rape machine that has seeped into the school and education systems of Spain, while blocking the Spanish from saving their own children.
• Why?
• How could Topheth expand to all four corners of the earth?
• Answer: when Caesar normalizes sacrificing children, the unwise amongst his subjects will follow suit.

Where are my friends, Father?

• I was devastated about the children. I still am.
• This was the day I bumped into Mrs Wasserman’s sister in the lift - she certainly looked like her - at the YMCA and the whole place was heaving.
• And then Paul Gebheim from Polygon had been at the YMCA that day too! Which I didn’t connect to the children at all. I can’t imagine why they wheeled him out.
• The place was heaving, and then once God really got going they all disappeared!
• Anyway, it felt like I was not going to be able to carry all this. It was too much now.
• Everything else that’s happened to me feels like nothing compared to this.
• I felt utterly friendless.
• I had already lost everything and everyone, and the tiniest faith I had in people was just ripped away in an instant.
• I was devastated, and in bed, it was early, and I cried out to God from my heart, where are my friends, Father?.
• And something happened.
• It was like a warm tingling glow inside me, and I could practically see the Light of it.
• It was love, and kindness, and I knew it was God.
• It went on a while actually, just tingling all inside and a little bit in my arms, legs, and neck but mostly inside my torso, and then I fell asleep.
• God woke me up again at about 3.30am with an invitation to visit him, so I went that night.
• And I cried again, and I felt loved and cared for, and that everything is going to be well.
• It may have been 10^th Elul, but I’m not sure, I can’t do everything.

The tunnel

• It’s curious how many tunnels feature in this police statement.
• There’s one on the way back from the Kotel I walk through if I’m stopping at David’s Tomb which I often do.
• Well, there was quite some frantic activity in there after I started to write about egg-extraction.
• Mrs Wasserman’s nephew Alex walked by giving me those looks.
• I smiled at him at the last minute and he seemed relieved.
• And Esther (or an Esther lookalike) walked through and as she passed me she seemed to have something wrong with her head, it started shaking.
• If she did get an egg in March 2025, it would have been soaked with pesticides so I am very concerned about any children arising from that time.

Call social security

• I recommend that all offspring are located and brought by respective social security organizations to a safe environment as soon as is reasonably possible.
• From there, squirrel and I will help find loving and deserving families to look after the children having random biological fathers.
• I will maintain some involvement in these children’s lives but not at all in an oppressive way.
• I will be harmless and helpful <3
• Squirrel and I will take our own biological children back as soon as is reasonably possible.
• If, due to arrogance and lack of wisdom, any of the people that were capable of justifying such evil complain, they should remember well that stolen children are always despised by the families that stole them, and any psychologist or psychotherapist worth his license can confirm.

It’s a (salmon and onion) wrap

• I don’t think God has anything else for now, but I will always let everyone know if that changes of course.
• It’s time to start something even more amazing.
• Dear friends, I know you’re mostly as appalled by it all as the world will be.
• Please help me get the book out.
• Then I might have an income, which would be something. I do worry about that.

Proof the salmon mousses intended to murder me once they’d got what they wanted, and why they’re probably still intending to do that

• Even though I have done the impossible for them… (btw, forget back pay, it’s compensation now…).
• They’ve obliterated my access to jobs, healthcare, support, friends who aren’t spies, a normal life and more.
• They’ve obliterated my access to communities on social media by battering me relentlessly online, forcing me to delete all my accounts for a bit of peace.
• They attempt to weaken me in any way possible.
• They’ve block my payments on my bank cards and on payment platforms too.
• They’re now blocking my book production online.
• They’re now blocking me opening new social media accounts I want to use to market my book.
• This is not the behavior of people who don’t intend you serious harm.
• I endure constant mass-stalking wherever I am in the world: including taunting and insults in the street, constant “intrigues” (it’s getting really boring now - oh wait, it completely stopped yesterday didn’t it ;), sending spies with sinister intentions everywhere… oh wait, that’s also stopped hasn’t it.
• Hmmm.
• Has it all stopped now?
• It did seem very quiet and peaceful and loving yesterday. It made a wonderful change for the sane amongst us.
• I think we’re very nearly there friends… except they just blocked me from opening a new Facebook and X account this morning so that I can spread the word about the fall of the salmon mousses.
• Oh wait, maybe the way-too-powerful, porn-addict tech bros did that… playing catch up as usual.
• Anyway.
• Whatever’s going on, if we’re not wholly safe here yet, and the mousses won’t let me have any basic human rights, I think you should let me take squirrel with me. At least together we might have a fighting chance don’t you think?
• We could snuck him out.. :D

Remember…

• Whoever assails (us) will fall.
• No weapon (formed against us) will prosper.

• Are we seeing proof of this now? I feel like we are. Multi-mass-proof in fact.

For me to remember… and focus on

• The well-being of our sons WILL be great.

• It’s amazing how offspring changes everything isn’t it.
• Thank you LORD for Your firm promises which You never break. Please keep them all safe until we come for them.
• Maybe India can take us BOTH until everyone’s in jail and dealt with howaboutit?
• Whatever I’ve done already is only half of my potential.

Dear gypsy friends and devotees

• Do you remember that book you promoted about 15 years ago which made millions of stupid women in the West believe sexual violence was a good thing?
• I’m so sorry, I bet this was the Americans again wasn’t it. Can you forgive my naivety?
• Deleting the rest of this section - please see commit history for the original.

A new project

• Something is bubbling, fertilizing, thinking about emerging…
• Something about Love, and God, and family, and about how everything is going to be OK.
• Something about repentance and forgiveness.
• But mostly about love.
• And I’d really love to get to the research stage as early as is reasonably possible.
• Thank you.

My last trip to the Wall

• Before I leave for Dubai, I visit the Wall.
• I’ve been going every day.
• It’s early, probably before 8am.
• I’m always looking for the white dove, the one that often sits between the men and women, chases intruders off, and has a boyfriend and they preen each other sometimes it’s so sweet.
• She’s iconic for me.
• She’s not there.
• So, OK, I hang out with God for a while like I do, and occasionally I look up to see if I can see her, but she’s definitely not around this morning.
• So, I’m a bit disappointed cos I’m leaving today but I continue my prayers with God for a while and eventually it’s time to leave.
• As I’m getting up to leave, I see her!
• She’s on the top of the Wall walking around with her boyfriend, the black dove.
• I’ve never ever seen her up there.
• And I’m so delighted because these are my last moments at the Wall, for this trip, and there she is, and not only is she there but she’s with her love.
• So I’m absolutely delighted and my heart is singing.
• And I get up to leave, and I start to walk backwards, and I’ve gone a few steps and I’m maybe at where the prayer books are or just before, and these two fly, together, off the top of the Wall and in the direction I’m going, side by side.
• I think a tear came that time.