OTHER NOTES:

monday evening, i was to remember something about 'wild horses programming'...and two athena posters that i had bought, as a child - with some birthday money...three guineapigs upon a sky blue background...and 'wild, white horses charging through the mud'....roll on the years - gill was to visit my bedroom as a teenager...he was to laugh at the 'wild white horses'....and point to one in particular "that's me" he said...i replied "are you sure? what about that one?"...gill was quite sure 'which horse he was' upon that poster...he was also sure "that's me" in relation to my reproduction of the mona lisa, upon my bedrooom wall - by that point in time...again i asked if he was 'sure'...my first introduction to his liking for 'cross-dressing' i suppose...but much more to it, than that...see previous notes upon the model for the mona lisa - as having been an abused member of the sephardim....anyway, i then asked gill if he was one of the guineapigs...again he laughed but replied "NO" emphatically.....

gill was to take the guineapig and wild white horses posters...to then put them up in that 'military office' in that solihull hall - see previous notes upon the very young obama and a member of the US military, running the place - at the time....

why have i recounted the above in detail? because gill had known 'what it was all about' and from a very early age...whereas i had 'no memories'...it was all locked up in the back of my mind...

let me see....i was a bit older than 8 years old...and having watched that spanish children's tv programme which has the lovely song intro....about 'wild white horses'....i was smitten...i wanted to learn how to ride...toddy, who knew all sorts of 'ways in and out of things' in relation to uber-frequency programs...was to tell me that it was possible to learn how to ride 'bareback'...the greatest skill....something to do with the king of spain, no less..."you'll have to talk italian, honey"...and so it came to be - that summer...i was sent off to a spanish palace of sorts....i only spoke italian...the king's men weren't that good at italian and so i managed to get away with it...i didn't have to say much anyway...i simply had to mind my P's and Q's...which is pretty much what i had learned to do in those italian classes at the paris school....i can remember the ring...the fenced off enclosure...firstly, you were put onto the back of a wild pony...to see how long you could hold on...i held on for as long as possible and then somersaulted off...over the fence...to do a 'parachute roll'....all a bit of a 'circus' act, you understand...but then wasn't that what great-aunt colette had told me in the first place "you will be joining the circus...it isn't a bad thing..." whilst pointing to a street poster of a circus....i was still at the paris school.

anyway, as very young children - we had all been taught how to do 'parachute rolls' early on...and told to practice doing them...i can remember us jumping off wardrobes...that sort of thing...

anyway, after the pony...you were then put onto a horse and taught how to ride 'bareback'....after 'that one'...i was taken to the stables...the stables were run by arabs....and there, 'very secretively'....you were taught how to 'horse-whisper'...no wonder great-aunt colette was to tell me to stay with the arabs, to ensure my safety...whilst at the paris school.

roll on the decades...the CIA LAB...this is where the 'uber-frequency program' kicks in....roz had also learned how to 'bareback' as a child....and the conflation was....PAPERBACK WRITER/BAREBACK RIDER....and you wonder how and why roz was able to churn out 'bestseller after bestseller'...sometimes only taking 2/3 days, to write one 'off the hoof'? you see roz had always loved horses....i could take or leave them... i wasn't fond of them....there was always that 'conflict' in my mind...regarding that marilyn monroe movie MISFITS....to break the spirit of that animal...it was so terrible....far better just to watch them run in the wild...anyway, i now understand the conflation in roz's mind....between writing paperbacks and riding bareback....

let me see...sue walker had no idea of the above...she was to try and trick me into 'being afraid of horses'....see previous notes upon her putting a golden drawing pin under the saddle of the one that i had been given to ride, at her riding stables....the horse then bolted with me on it....started rearing and i did a somersault off it....landing unhurt, upon the ground...a miracle, really....but i can now see 'the training' that had kicked in...almost immediately....

additionally, sue walker had lifted up the hoof of that horse beforehand...to show me the horseshoe...this is something around the ill always giving you a clue - as to what they are going to do before they do it...weird eh? the program was entitled 'the cobbling and the nobbling'...

....and finally, the eldest taschmann...whilst in ST CLOUD's - he had been run on the PAPERBACK WRITER program....he had once told ling that he had a 'son' who worked for the daily mail....that beatles' song....about a DUH-TEE story of a DUH-TEE man....this is connected to the 'golfball slave' program....

...let me see - gill knew that he was one of my 'wild horses'....and martine had decided to 'follow me'...a bit like that racehorse in the paddock behind that martlesham heath hall....see previous notes upon being 'tested' there...somebody had wanted to know how the racehorses would react to me being in that paddock...I had been told subliminally to call one of them and give it an apple....it then raced over and put its head over my shoulder....all rather frightening at the time but I am beginning to understand what happened now...anyway, 'William catchpole' back at countyweb - was to explain it to me...."the horse had decided that you were the leader"....