Whilst having a bath…more came back about CAROLINE’s dream…as far as I know we corresponded about this whilst I was living in Ipswich…she began to tell me about this extraordinarily detailed dream…and I had had a ‘dream’ which coincided but in far less detail…yes, the bit about the floorboards and the other and sister present…yes the car…but we disagreed upon the type of ‘bag’…I thought it was a black sack at my feet in the car…but I realised that we had ‘both been through the same thing’ whatever it was and to make a detailed note of it so that it could be studied later on…so I asked CAROLINE to write out every detail that she could remember and put it upon her blog…

Rigole - is a reference to Italian and also ‘re-golem’ the ATTALI way…

This is what I can now remember…CAROLINE and I had been left as ‘comatose bodies’ in a large white computer room…we had both OBE’d…and yet couldn’t get out of the room…so it must have been controlled by frequencies in the way that HARP or MOON BASE had been…getting into MOON BASE was a nightmare for a remote-viewer…you kept on throwing yourself at it…thrown out into the sky again…until by chance, you found a chink in the armour and got through…

Anyway, having OBE’d in that room…I said to CAROLINE as another ‘remote-viewing presence’ in the room that we should use her body to get to the phone that I could see upon the table…she disagreed…I pointed out that she was far more healthy and fitter than myself, after all of those CIA drugs/starvation/beatings at GREEN TOWER…so she agreed to do it…she went back into her body and struggled to her feet…the power of two at work…I kept on saying ‘you can do it CAROLINE, you can do it’…as she began to move, as if sleepwalking…rather like watching somebody walk on the MOON with leaden boots - or a child taking their first steps…every step was a ‘mind over matter’ one because she was defeating the micro-chipped frequencies which held her body captive…as well as the ECT/drugging…heaven knows what they had done to us but CAROLINE managed to regain control of her own body…

She reached the phone and asked me ‘who are we going to call?’

I was stumped. I ‘knew’ that the 3 MONKEYS were upon that base…I thought quickly…who are we going to call…I couldn’t think of one number…one person that I trusted…I suppose in retrospect that if SCOTTIE and his mate had given me an SAS number in the UK then I might have thought about that one but they didn’t even want me to know where their base was…see previous notes in relation to turning up there with GILL…so I asked CAROLINE if she had anybody that she trusted…she decided to call TODDY…

High drama turned to farce…TODDY was barely intelligible upon the phone…tripping, I suppose…as I listened to CAROLINE’s conversation with him - he was talking nonsense back to her, not making any sense at all - a distant voice upon the line, I do not even know if he recognised her…and at that point, our hearts sank…we knew that we only had one chance to make that telephone call…and that the base would be on to us, in a second…

It was at that point that four men rushed into the room…GILL and HULBRUSCH took a hold of CAROLINE on either side…ATTALI was also present…freaking out big-time…and MARK R then went over to kick my inert body upon the floor…as viciously as he could…

…CAROLINE’s call didn’t go undetected though…TODDY’s phone was being tapped upon a 24 hour basis and as far as I know it was by INTERPOL…so the signal was traced…and things happened very quickly…that base went on high alert…and I have no idea what happened next…but I know that it was ‘all action stations’…

So I shall label this chapter ‘WHO YA GONNA CALL?’