“What did I do to deserve this woman? Writing about me, every day of the week” said GILL upon the networks in relation to the appalling revelations…well, you could ask the same thing about your sister too and realise that our ‘behavioural responses’ to your ’stimuli’ - didn’t come out of a vacuum did they? Work it out…

In fact, after braving the waves this morning…as RIK ALLEN would say ‘perfect surfing’ weather…and having had a swim with what the SAS network were calling the ‘GURU’…yes, a guy looking a bit like GANDHI, was having a swim on that particular stretch of beach (you know the one I mean - carpark/church sign on main road etc)…and I ‘knew’ what to do afterwards…take all of the collection of stones/rocks off one of the white steps up to the promenade (as had been put there by RIMINGTON‘s slaves - to symbolise ‘lessons learnt‘)…and then to pull out a large chunk of WHITE but discoloured polystyrene type FOAM from in between the steps…there are still two steps to go - which still have foam in between the ‘long stones’ which form those long white steps up to the promenade…so the ill cult are planning on playing this game again?…with two other people? Anyway….according to the SAS MILITARY MASONS…I had pulled out enough foam to get GURU-programmed guy to react in the way that they wanted…he subconsciously registered ‘another guru has been born’…as a sort of reincarnation thing because I am sure that he wasn’t thinking about myself in relation to that status…and this GURU guy then relayed on the message, upon his microchipped networks…

So after braving the waves, this morning…there was another ‘silly stage’ to this ill cult game…as I was riding my bike back along the promenade…I could ‘see’ DALDRY who was asking for another song…so I sang the GILLY BOY, GILLY BOY WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO? STRAIGHT TO THE NICK, MY SON etc…DALDRY then got in touch with TODDY to say that I had already used this song upon my blog and could I use it again in order to ‘pass’ this stage…I ‘heard’ them in dialogue and so I told them both that I had invented a new CHORUS (in a baritone, masculine U.S. accent):

UH HUH, UH HUH, UH HUH, UH.

A pisstake of GILL pisstaking OBAMA upon that OBAMA GIRL video - and that ‘UH HUH’ which GILL had added as a soundtrack to a photo of myself which GILL had taken - he claimed it was me but I am not so sure - snorting a line of something, through what appears to be a GREEN bill…

DALDRY still wasn’t sure…so then I informed him that I had written some more verses to that song…and that they were all composed of UH HUH but with variations in tone and beat, upon my mimicking of GILL doing his ‘UH HUH‘ pisstake of OBAMA…and I could sing them all to him, along with the chorus but he might get a bit bored - because all the rest of the song was - was a string of UH HUHs, in the final analysis.

I passed the ‘test’.

OTHER NOTES:

SONIA was also in contact to tell me that her heart had been broken when MIKHAIL was recalled to RUSSIA…you see, IRISH MARK and SONIA, were like brother and sister…(they even looked like brother and sister) and once he had ‘come out’ in SYDNEY, their whole relationship had taken a different form…I felt deep sympathy with her, I hadn’t known that it was ‘like that’ for her too but of course it was - with the SUN IN HER HEAD…at least she didn’t have to suffer a GILL family ‘brother and sister S/M relationship’ but that is all…

MIKHAIL was to say upon the networks that SONIA was the loveliest woman that he had ever known…

SONIA told me that at those BI discos (yes, they had discos and not tea-dances, perhaps that was because they were in young alters - I am not sure)…women were actually picking fights with each other over MIKHAIL and that was why he got scared of going, in the end…reminds me of MARK R and his programming stunt around BOLDON singing that ‘YOU’VE REALLY GOT ME GOING…DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING’ popsong…and then getting JACKIE JONES to punch me hard…because I ‘deserved it’ for egging BOLDON on…whilst LAING’s crowd of witches watched and applauded JONES…and this was then to play out in real life…because it had gone in subliminally and all of those women blamed me for ‘egging BOLDON on’ to stalk me - when I had done no such thing.

ROCKEFELLER clan revenge upon myself and the GYDE family, I suppose. See previous notes on GRANDFATHER GYDE and that SOE faked UFO…

OTHER NOTES:

MIKHAIL concluded (having returned to RUSSIA) that the ENGLISH were in fact, more crazy than the RUSSIANS. Overturning the stereotype that all RUSSIANS are crazy…he had believed that one to an extent…but then decided that in relation to the ENGLISH - it was the other way around.

SONIA was WELSH, may I remind you?

OTHER NOTES:

SONIA tells me that BI are not doing discos per se, anymore…they are doing BALLROOM DANCING.


I wouldn’t like to guess how competitive, that is (see previous notes upon PRINCE WILLIAM wanting another partner after I had taken a ‘dive‘ during that LURPACK ballroom dancing competition session)…did BI then introduce those BALLROOM DANCING TV competitions? It is likely, isn’t it? I mean look at some of the STARS who enter such contests…your AGE/WEIGHT/MUSCULATURE doesn’t matter at all…and they give stunning ‘out of this world’ performances…it is rather like watching FEDERER at WIMBLEDON - that men’s singles match that really shocked me…the ‘best you can be’ under MIND CONTROL and basically acting like a programmed robot…shocking.

What I mean to say is - it isn’t shocking if you, yourself have control of your own abilities - induced and produced by extreme torture and drugging…but it is shocking if you have ill cult handlers and controllers who are running you as a STAR and one of their herd of cattle….to PERFORM to the very limits of what your body, mind and soul, can handle - without breaking up, completely.

OTHER NOTES:

ROZ made me gawp by her ‘torpedo sub’ manoeuvre upon that LURPACK spread dancefloor…straight through the legs of those dancing…and ‘on the floor’ and out of the competition within seconds of the music starting up…with TOMLINSON looking on like a dazed child, as her partner…

SONIA and IRISH MARK were one of the few couples left on the floor (I do not know who won it) and laughing helplessly as they danced - with a pack of LURPACK held out front between both of their hands…”we might win this, eh SONIA” IRISH MARK laughed…as HARGREAVES was carried off with serious injuries…on a stretcher.

OTHER NOTES:

GILL was in contact with me today “YOU are still my WIFE”…

NO I am NOT…I do not want a partner who puts others before myself…I would rather be on my own and I do not mind at all, if I end up ‘on my own’ at the end of this ill cult game.

I do not want to be in a relationship where I am ‘second best’ to somebody else…or third, fourth or fifth… for that matter - and so I will not be.

I finished with you, GILL - a long time ago.

I still have ‘human sympathy’ with you - because I can see that we were the forerunners of bringing down the ill cult and therefore we were punished horribly for it.

Therefore we still have a certain ‘bond’ but that is only because of the above and not what I would call a ‘romantic’ attachment. Nor is it a ‘husband/wife’ attachment.

One might call it the ‘strongest bond’ - if only you would behave yourself.

MCDONALD was in touch this morning…explaining why they had had to go so far…in relation to GILL’s sister pretending to take pills for cancer…and then her faked death and funeral.

Put simply - he was such a hardened character that in order to ‘break through’ to him - they had to put him through that sort of emotional hell. Apparently it worked. MCDONALD and GILL’s sister, had planned it along with MARK R, from the beginning…how to crack GILL’s shell and then to pull him out of the WOOD afterwards.

OTHER NOTES:

Was MR PUTIN programmed as a MOON?

I begin to wonder…because as I watched AMADEUS with him…after he had seen what MIKHAIL and myself were like…and he had commented ‘they are so gentle with each other’ as we kissed (after the RINGS episode - a bit like MARTIN GILL and myself doing ‘two stoats‘ kissing and embracing, for the CIA LAB to watch - which MCDONALD then termed ‘liquid sex‘)…AMADEUS read MR PUTIN’s mind, chuckled and said ‘but you are not like that, are you?’ MR PUTIN agreed.

MR PUTIN and AMADEUS…MR PUTIN obviously liked something a bit ‘different’…what could that be?

I would guess, although I have no idea…a more S/M MOON version of love and sex…

MR PUTIN and his lioness cub…

He was given a new one - recently - see previous notes of the media coverage…and he loved this LIONESS CUB as much as he had done, the one at the TEMPLAR CASTLE…and visited her, once an adult…at a sanctuary….obviously LIONESS CUB was a high ‘identification factor’ with him…

So much power, MR PUTIN…do not let it go to your head…remember how the women adulated HITLER…but I can see that you are a much calmer, and more reflective individual….



I now have to type in a BLUE code:

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