May 2026

Worm-turned

• 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!

Dénia team in France

• 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.
• The JackChardwood Facebook account I have left - 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.
• A couple of weeks ago, an account popped up with a friend request with a man’s photo on it.
• 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.
• He was with a group of people.
• The man has that squirrel look but he’s fairer and fatter-faced.
• Yesterday evening, another couple of odd men I sort of maybe recognize are pointed out to me out-of-context on an Anne Frank Facebook group.
• Are they up from Dénia to finish me off?
• 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?

Me and Steve were chatting

• And I was telling him about how I was completely stateless, in danger in most places in the world so living in my car until the money runs out and then I dunno.
• And then I thought, bingo, *Hey, you could sign me off, then I’d have three meals a day and a bed, and I can spend the rest of my life gardening”.
• Brilliant, I thought.
• And then he said, *No, no, you can’t have any sharp implements”, and I was dismayed for being misdiagnosed, and because my plan wouldn’t work out at all.
• Perhaps I’ll do crime instead; I could start up a little healing circle in cell block H once they caught me, which I’d be intending. Could get famous.
• Yeah, you wouldn’t want to set up something that annoyed the docs in case they McMurphy’ed you although my guess is I’d be rubbish at crime.
• I’m not joking about my life being no fun at all though.
• One wonders if, while no-one cares about the porn-gangs destroying the world, populations of porn-gang targets (we must be in the millions by now) and of course Spain’s honey-trap targets who cannot rely on healthcare and assume basic human rights, will drift away from society and form liminal-space communities as we have been, essentially, told we don’t exist, that our lives don’t matter. Seems a reasonable view into the future…
• God reminds me that even if it is no fun at all; I have felt far worse for more inconsequential things, so that’s good.

Kailash preambles

• I’m returning to Kailash after eleven years, God Willing, might need a horse though.
• It’s somewhat miraculous I am doing so, even though I might need a horse.
• We can go anytime.
• I remember as we walked around the mountain back in 2015, I found out about the jyotirlinga and I made the decision to visit all 12 of them at that time - apart from the one in Pakistan, obviously.
• I’m returning having completed the task I (maybe) set for myself at Kailash, and other tasks too.
• Since 2015, I have become the world’s most famous sedated-rape horror-porn star; sometimes featuring friends and family, animals, children, men in superhero outfits, blond-wigged women in fishnet tights and top hats, monks and work colleagues, random men in restaurants, random North-of-England men on busses, and God knows what else.
• Mahadev’s detailed and disgusting endurance test is finally over.
• I guess it’s New Instructions time, if not a beam-me-up…

• Unless someone gets me before hand, I guess.
• Then we’ll be here in the swamp another trillion years.
• Although, I’m gonna ask for special dispensation to not come back again. Perhaps I earned it this time.
• I do feel like I could do a whole lot more good stuff, but hey.

Dreaming of Saint Michael on Ascension day

• I’m lying in bed, drifting off to sleep, thinking about the wonderful, marvelous Saint Michael, and the stained-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

Ark of Safety

• Been thinking about this.

• Who might be able to supply one?
• I think Baby Seal might be able to do it.
• If she prays hard enough and we all pray along with her.

• No, I didn’t lose my mind at all.
• Let’s do this.

May 16^th Shanidev jyanti

Gemini

• I’m writing a song.
• I’ve got a few lines:

Quote

• You’re the Woodstock to my Snoopy, the Mulder to my Scully, the Elvis to myyyy co-ol-o-nel.

• It’s country style Janis.
• Inspired by Apples Snoopy and Friends on Flight 0202 from Paris to Beijing, and a recent music sesh.
• Brilliant!
• There is, after all, a wedding planned for June as per my understanding, is there not?
• I guess we’ll find out.