SHANE SCHOOL - lesbian teacher’s family - her brother and IAN CULLUM - drug-dealing in HONGKONG…her family had gone through the same ill cult ‘compass’ and ‘find a beach’ with nobody on it…sort of programming…see previous notes. Her father had been top MILITARY…and he had been through what my father had been through…and her family…lucky we didn’t end up trying to escape from HONGKONG after ‘drug dealing’ then…that is what had happened to her brother (he didn’t dare to sign on back in the UK because he figured that the police would get him and he had no passport - no idea how he had got back into the country)…and IAN CULLUM from BLACKHEATH hadn’t been so lucky…he had been defenestrated as far as I know…he had ‘fallen out of a top floor’ window in…was it BANGKOK or SHANGHAI or HONGKONG…I think that it was HONGKONG…

IAN CULLUM was the sweetest kid you could imagine, in BLACKHEATH…a bit aggressive but his heart was in the right place - but he used to get picked on by the adults - teachers and parents, the whole time…he used to have to wear an eye patch as in a plaster over one eye of his spectacles to ‘right his vision’ - that is what parents used to do in the 60s - to cure a ‘weak eye‘…I saw a kid today just like him…crying his eyes out…same looks and same ‘rectangular glasses’…he was about 4/5 years old…outside of MORRISONS…IAN CULLUM didn’t go to ALL SAINTS in the end…did he end up at a ‘special school’?

My mother told me that he used to turn up at the FISHWICKS’ house in SHOTLEY, in later life, now and then…but had eventually frightened them with his air-gun and they wouldn‘t have him again…MRS FISHWICK had told my mother that she thought that he might shoot somebody…well an air-gun isn’t supposed to be lethal…and so I wonder what had really been going on…and why he had one, in the first place…THE FISHWICKS used to ‘put LAME DUCKS up’ a lot - almost every week, whilst I was living in MANNINGTREE - my mother would relate another LAME DUCK/BIRD WITH A BROKEN WING story in relation to what MRS FISHWICK was telling her down the phone, about her new guests and their ‘history‘…people that they had ‘taken pity on’…

Like me for a few weeks, going back decades - in 1980 for example (and then RAY abused me in his violent child alter - the TASCHMANNS turned up to torture their oldest daughter and so on and so on…see previous notes).

However, a short spell in the countryside is a great boost to the psyche and I enjoyed my short time there, upon this side of the mirror (not remembering what had happened upon the other side)…a huge countryside red-brick SHOTLEY VICARAGE and a sort of ‘communal’ let’s all be calm, relaxed and enjoy life sort of attitude…and ‘do a bit of artwork’…and then the horror begins…I wonder what had happened to IAN CULLUM there?

OTHER NOTES:

I met JOHN today - he had been on PETER BRUFF and also at EAGLEHURST with me…

MARTIN had once told me off severely in the CIA LAB with: his mother is dead and his father doesn’t care…he has NO family to speak of…and you should take care of him…MARTIN was then to leave his expensive faun suede jacket to JOHN as a token of his affection…which JOHN wears now and then…

JOHN’s history - all I know about it is what he told me - his mother ‘ran away’ he said laughing…and he and his father didn’t try to find her, apparently…covering up something…some horror…she probably got buried in the garden.

All I could think of at the time was…’you are so like my father…and your father sounds just as mad…so the idea of a son and father, being just like my father….and you didn’t even bother to report your mother missing…and your father didn’t bother to report her missing either…and you then just looked after each other…this is mildly amusing’…then JOHN corrected me…they had reported her missing in point of fact but the POLICE didn’t do anything…they didn’t find anything out…so father and son, just left it at that…and lived together for most of JOHN’s adult life…until he finally got a flat of his own…to then be SECTIONED because he had ‘mucked up a deal’ for TOMLINSON at the solicitor’s office next door to the BANK OF ENGLAND…and then MARK R had programmed JOHN to believe that he had seen an ORANGE UFO and that was enough for the psychiatrists….

All the time, I had in my head…the idea of MY FATHER…as the basic character of the son and the father…looking after each other, without a woman in the house…and the idea that she had just ‘run off’ and they didn’t bother to look for her…yes, I found that one, completely plausible…judging by my own father’s character. They would just ‘carry on’ where she had left off…in an ‘autistic’ sort of way. That was why I had found JOHN’s attitude to his mother as in ‘she ran off’ (laughter - and he doesn’t normally laugh)…so typical of ‘that type of man’.

In retrospect, they both must have known, subliminally - that the ill cult had murdered her…either that or…ROZ says ‘yes, she was buried in the garden’ and that is why her husband will not move. He loved her. He subliminally knows that she is buried in that garden.

Now JOHN had told me about that…how his father refused to budge…wouldn’t sell the house, their family home, for anything. He was in a wheelchair now…JOHN didn’t visit him and he didn’t visit JOHN during his ‘duration’ in mental health care…

How terrible is JOHN’s history of ill cult abuse? A highly intelligent working class family - who stood out against the ill cult for as long as they could…

That is why MARTINE instructed me today to buy him some face-cream…

FRANKINCENSE with the 5.64 number on it…in a brown paper bag (for asthma programming?)…and also to give him AMERICAN MCGEE’s ALICE (with the chess game in the middle of it)…and that 3 MYSTERIES GAME including the PRAGUE one by the 3 MONKEYS….

(I bought FBI PARANORMAL CASES…MARK R had put that one together…apparently as a ‘summary’ of what he had been up to…www.mastertronic.com…£7 at MORRISONS.)

You see, this morning…I had bumped into JOHN coming back from MORRISSONS with his shopping and he looked like he was ‘going down’ a bit…his hair was uncombed…and his face had started to ‘flake’ again…dry skin…either the drugs or soap and water - lack of skin care…

So I figured - get him some proper cream but what…MARTINE interposed…FRANKINCENSE and ROSE…so I went and got that…

JOHN had told me that his ‘hotel’ run for people with mental health issues…was about to have a computer and internet installed…he was happy about that one…he wanted to play COMPUTER GAMES…he then asked me if I wanted to go for a coffee…I was heading for the recycle unit and then to go shopping so I told him that I would visit him later on…

I went home to think about it…then remembered that RIMINGTON had told me to include the SCRATCHES game in the video games that I would give to him…that scene where screaming child alter comes out from underneath the CROSS in that church…yes, the sort of stuff to really send you off your head if you are ‘on’ what JOHN is on - he calls it ‘claw-o-pix’ for some reason…I cannot find a drug of that name on the internet - ‘chloro-pics’? A fortnightly injection.

He laughed about how I had refused to take OLANZAPINE and told me that they had put him on it for some time….before the fortnightly injection…

He then told me that his psychiatrists changed all of the time and that his new one was called DR SHA…he had no idea of the nationality but all of his doctors had been ‘foreign’…and I wondered about that one…how come only DR CARNEY had been ‘British born and bred’…the rest of them were all from abroad…why weren’t the majority from the UK?

We train up so many psychiatrists a year, in the UK…and yet those who work upon PETER BRUFF ward tended to be foreigners who had difficulty in speaking or reading the English language…at least during my time upon PETER BRUFF ward…

However, the nurses…the ASIAN looking nurse (either with d-e-s-ce-nd-en-cy from PAKISTAN or INDIA, yes my laptop is still turning that word into ‘decadency‘) who was doing her 4 year course…was entirely BRITISH…very well-spoken, an observant and intelligent psyche…a ‘light on there’…but not ‘in the know’ as others who were working in the field of MENTAL HEALTH nursing were (various members of different ‘intelligence factions‘)…and she was trying to work it out, as a ‘greenie‘ as an innocent…a very young person, faced with her textbook wishy-washy definitions of my ‘mental health condition’…the fact that her superiors had filed me as ‘mentally ill’ and what was she to think? She therefore naturally wanted to talk to me a bit more…but I sensed that she would be in danger if she did and politely curtailed that one…and avoided too much contact, in case she wanted to make me her ‘casebook study’ - which would mean that she would have to find ways of justifying the opinions of her superiors - and put them to paper…and I really didn’t want that.

OTHER NOTES:

Yes MARTINE - JOHN needs somebody to ‘be there’ for him…and I will do it to an extent…he has the staff of that hotel to do it for him but a little friendship and companionship is necessary….

What I was scared of was SONIA FISHER telling me that I should make JOHN my ‘life partner’…she had told me at the TEMPLAR CASTLE that he was the ‘guy for me’…and that I should bond with him…make him my ‘other half’ because he was a ‘decent bloke’…and that we ‘really suited each other’…I saw that one as a bitchy remark…and told her so…I knew that my ‘attachment in life’ wasn’t him…JOHN was basically HOMOSEXUAL…he could bear being around women but only if you knew what he liked and what he wanted to talk about…his main LOVE in life, had been TOMLINSON…

My mother knew that I was ‘good’ around ‘men like my father’…those like JOHN…because ‘you’re just like him’ I.e. just like my father…’you like the same things’ e.g. certain computer games (ALICE which my father got bored of quickly and passed it down to me) and STAR TREK…that sort of TV program and literature…

Anyway, I handed the AMERICAN MCGEE’s ALICE to JOHN and said ‘there is a chess game in the middle…all you have to do is to tap in GOD in the console and you win every game’…I then showed him what RIMINGTON had showed me with the face cream…it was in a PAPER BAG which the assistant in the shop was worried about ‘use it carefully’ - she only had ONE PAPER BAG by her till…so I simply did what I normally did, as a teacher, in order to get people to learn the fastest….I told JOHN to try out the cream…he didn’t make a move…he had already put the paper bag containing it, into his shopping bag, hastily…I simply told him to take the cream - open the top…he did so…he hastily retrieved it…and then to take a small amount on his finger…to rub it lightly into his other palm ‘you see how the warmth of your palm changes it to oil?’ he replied that he did and also that he LOVED the smell…and then to apply it lightly and gently, to the areas of his face which were flaking…he applied it immediately to his forehead and I had to tell him to stop rubbing so hard….and that it would be better to do it in front of a mirror…just get the flaky areas…

He seemed pleased with the whole thing…and we arranged to meet at a later date…

This is all about helping each other…as mind control slaves to remember different things, upon a network…and JOHN has a cache of something that he needs to work on…and as far as I can see…what I gave him today…will allow him some time to ‘work on it’ before I can ‘surface it’…

RIMINGTON had ‘done me in’ by saying ‘of course you give him the SCRATCHES computer game’ and the staff think that you are a BAD INFLUENCE…so I didn’t…I simply gave him the ALICE GAME and the ‘god command’ to win it without even playing it…so the staff are unlikely to think that the AMERICAN MCGEE’S ALICE ‘slasher game’ is a bad thing…although they won’t let him play it….whereas the MYSTERIES GAME seems harmless enough…and it is, in a way…but it isn’t if you know who made it and why…THE 3 MONKEYS under ROCKEFELLER control….although to the public eye, it is simply a ‘find the object game’ with no sex or violence in it…anyway, apparently JOHN will enjoy playing that one…as far as I can see…

So back to what I bought this morning as a COMPUTER GAME:

FBI PARANORMAL CASES
www.mastertronic.com

What is THAT all about?