I’m staying a week or so in Cauterets and I have a little house a short walk down the valley from the town.
The whole town is empty this time of year, it’s fabulous.
Although, I have a neighbor, two houses down.
It’s Desa’s colleague again, the big man we all met in Scarborough; the one who had been staying next door at the Spa Resorts in December 2024 when it all kicked off who could also be Matthew Diamond’s opera-singing friend.
I have seen him in other venues too, possibly Bangkok a few times in 2024 and 2025.
A file from the bottom of my database mysteriously “pops up” on my laptop screen.
It looks like the criminal gangs are speaking directly to law enforcement now.
Has the worm officially turned, with Spanish porn-gangs now asking the same anxious questions of law enforcement that I used to feverishly ask them back in July 2023 when the horror-porn online terror was peaking.
I love this!
Update: I’m told that criminal gangs will be pleased to confirm this was nothing to do with them at all and that I was mistaken, on purpose, so that I’d continue to think I was being stalked by Adams et al.
Just like with Ugly popping up on my X feed all those years ago, then popping up in real life in Cauterets a few days later, a similar thing has happened yet again.
My other JackChardwood Facebook account - since the big one I was using was shut down by the pedo-protectors not so long ago - remains infested with criminal-gang hacks.
You can tell because all the stories have horror pictures in them, and they seem to be using fake groups - particularly those related to Anne Frank - to discuss who they’re going to drop in it, just like they did with Ugly, when the time comes.
Anyway.
I realize the internet is the Wild West, and if you’re hacked at all you can be hacked by everyone.
There doesn’t seem to be any way to block every Tom, Dick, and Harry getting in if one group is already in.
A couple of weeks ago, an account popped up with a friend request with a man’s photo on it and he’s called Anthony.
It was a repeat too, i.e. I had seen the man’s face on Facebook in another context not long before.
I have never consciously seen this man’s face before and I do not recognize him.
I made a note of this on the account photo, also mentioning that he somehow reminded me of the gardener at Cami Llavador, someone Lorraine knew very well (had gone to school with I believe).
Yesterday, driving through Soulom on my way back home from shopping, the man was standing facing me at the area where there’s usually a chip van.
My guess is they’re not the only ones who want rid of me.
Funny how that repeats.
The bold rapists and pedophiles, terrified about being found out… well, everyone knows already and nobody seems to care.
Or, are they terrified their own wives and mothers will find out? That might be it.
It’s difficult to assess total insanity objectively.
Oh, is he the Paco Sendra?
Is he handing himself in? Is he on the good’s side now?
See how they got me in quite a spin. They do it all the time. Better to avoid social media completely if you’re someone like me that everyone wants a slice of.
I’m lying in bed, drifting off to sleep, thinking about the wonderful, marvelous Saint Michael, and the stained-glass window of him at the church in Cauterets, and how amazing he is, and the best boss a person could have, always giving the right challenge, never too much, never too little, and how I love him so, and I’m going off into one and I can practically see his giant legs that go up into the sky.. then WHACK!!
He hits me around the head!
Well, it’s like an incision actually, a semi-circular thin scar on the top of my head to the left, and I can see light coming out of it.
And it REALLY HURTS!!!!
Well, it’s confusing to say the least because of my lovey-dovey state just before.
What could it mean, I wonder.
A few days later, I’m looking up the path of the eclipse online and it reminds me of the scar, a lot, and I think… wow.
And I still don’t know what it means.
So I’ll leave it with you.
<3
Oh! Wow. That’s exactly when the Truth started to come out, isn’t it.
I fly to Beijing with Air France, sleep for a couple of days, then fly to Tibet.
In Beijing, there are mousses all over me at my hotel.
Everyone knows I’m special.
The guide who takes me to the Great Wall is asking about my trip to Tibet.
He says: oh, they’ll be organizing a team for you.
The week before I left, Trump travels unexpectedly to China, and I have to wonder if, while he was there, his secret service people asked for permission to set up a team to follow me around when I’m in China.
More interestingly, is Elon Musk running after him to join him on this trip at the last moment, and committing a crime by doing so - because he should have been available for court business.
Did Musk ask for permission to send his own spy too?
Snoopy is a writer and the cartoon is all about how these two are friends but they argue a lot and about how Snoopy brings everyone together, is a land shark, and all sort of specific stuff from my story.
The two solve their differences with drinking big jugs of beer together on top of Snoopy’s dog house.
In Bali, they create tons of these Snoopy videos.
I’m usually Snoopy but not always: sometimes Snoopy and Woodstock are mixed up and Snoopy is the intuitive artist who they’ve given unlimited supplies to create with, and Woodstock never shuts up.
Oh, and whole loads of information about my love, all lies: how he is clumsy at posh dinners, sad about something, is a father, has a life partner, has been given lots of art supplies and produces huge amounts of work, all this madness and lies, just to keep me distracted… so I’d miss the crimes of the millennia.
Oh yeah, I’m told someone was filming all that and the stewardess certainly knew I was special from the way she was talking to me - is it to do with police requests for tailored content for particular seat numbers?
In the Air China queue for Tibet someone is wearing a t-shirt that makes reference to the Snoopy videos.
It has the same two jugs of beer that Snoopy and Woodstock drink to stop arguing, and words saying The Draft.
It’s in reference to our October 7th military career that got my Facebook account terminated when I mentioned it briefly in a small comment.
This was probably the strongest signal they used that made me think these people could not be the Americans, but you know, when it’s signals and hints, the jury is always out.
Later, I realize the Americans have set all of this up so I think they’re aren’t involved in what’s happening at all.
They’d definitely need special permission for all this madness in China.
Did the Chinese know they were going to try and murder me too?
I do sense they’re f*cking with me.
But it is quite fun at this stage, and I’m caught in it so what else can I do but laugh, and play along, and wait.
