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

• Honestly, I think this must have been another game to keep me thinking the criminals in Denia were still very active.
• 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.
• 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? I think they wanted me to think that.
• 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.

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.

Putting my hands to my head while sleeping

• It started in May in Cauterets.
• While sleeping I will stretch my back and put my hands up to my head with the fingers curled.
• It feels like I’m doing something someone else does.
• I mention it online.
• At first I thought it was Auggie, then someone online says it’s my dad.
• I think it’s a child in the womb maybe? Or just been born? It’s a movement a baby might make.
• It continues. Hasn’t stopped.

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

China and Tibet

• Kailash.
• The Kailash team.
• Who dun it.

Air France

• This was the first time I saw one of their Snoopy AI videos.
• It was impressive.
• Woodstock plays the trumpet and wears the hat we’ve just discussed the trumpet teacher wearing in 2013 and Paul van Gelder wearing in 2014.
• 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.
• One of the videos demonstrates the torture-rape-porn carried out by family members and known men that Lorraine Blackbourn had endured that caused her to eventually kill herself assuring me that the evidence is solid and in hand.
• Oh, and whole loads of information about my love: how he is clumsy at posh dinners, sad about something, is a father, has a life partner, all this madness and lies, just to keep me distracted… so I’d miss the crime of the millennia happening.

Air China

• 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 all set up so I think the Americans aren’t involved in what’s happening at all.
• I trust no-one hinting and constant suggestions like these are tiresome and clearly always dubious, so I’m going to have to wait and see.
• What else can I do?
• I sense they’re f*cking with me though.
• But it is quite fun at this stage, and I’m caught in it so what else can I do but laugh, and wait.