More came back last night in relation to GILL not being able to eat the shepherd's pie in that French large 'upper room' in PARIS...after TODDY and RIMINGTON's programming session...PETRONELLA and I then forced it down his throat...he then went stone-cold and I put him to bed in a room opposite - under a duvet...he was barely breathing at all...near death...PETRONELLA was in slave-driver mode, 'all dark energy' in her head and suggested whipping him...I 'knew' that this would definitely kill him and not bring him back...somewhere along the line I 'knew' what had happened to him in relation to cottage pie and so I got a couple of hot water bottles...put a grey woollen hat on his head and curled up behind him to put my head beside his in order to 'pull him back' because he had entirely OBE'd and looked like he wasn't going to...eventually he began to breath heavily and I told PETRONELLA that it would take an hour and a quarter for him to come back - he needed to sleep...TOMLINSON came in and saw me and told PETRONELLA 'get her out of here' PETRONELLA refused...and told him to leave off...I knew what to do...TOMLINSON then knelt beside GILL's side of the bed and implored him 'MARTI come back' but GILL wouldn't...he was in a comatose sort of sleep...so TOMLINSON left us...

What was going on?

GILL was having a flashback to this:

Before the age of 8 years old and terrified of cottage pie at LANGLEY JUNIORS...I have no fixed date, here...TODDY and RIMINGTON had taken the tiny GILL off in a car with them...along with a pregnant woman in the back...SONIA says that it was the BRECON BEACON hills...SCARLETT's police were to find the remains of the body later on...TODDY and RIMINGTON murdered her in the back of the car...it was very dark, little GILL couldn't see much but TODDY was standing on one side of the car and holding her head...whilst RIMINGTON was standing on the other side of the car, aborting her...they then pulled out her body and left it in the undergrowth...on the other side of the track to the wood...

Before all of this had happened...RIMINGTON had realised that GILL hadn't eaten anything for so long that she had taken out her lunch which she hadn't eaten...shepherd's pie in silver tray and fed him a few fork fulls...that is why he had begun to equate shepherd's pie with what had happened next...his first experience of the murderous couple at work as far as I can see...or the most traumatic at any rate...afterwards they put him into the back of the car, upon the seat sticky with blood...and discussed what to do...where would they hose down the back of the car...TODDY knew of a place...little GILL upon the back seat was entirely disassociative by this point in time...

Perhaps this was the beginning of a terrible oil cult programming practice...you see an hour and a quarter means 75 minutes...

I knew that I mustn't stop upon a 74th swim...the main oil cult number is around the numbers 174...I had to go above that one...and GILL had to do so too...because it works like this when you are panicked out of your mind...you simply survive by the minute...every minute after the horrific event takes you away from it...and by 75 minutes 'out cold' he came back to consciousness...I am not sure why but that was the way that it worked...

GREENIE had told me to get up to 78...not to stick on 77 'the messenger' for some reason, so I did...the SAS had obviously worked out an immense amount...