MIND CONTROL is a terrifying subject, ANTONY and we have all been there, it just depends upon, to what degree…

For example, I was thinking about the CCTV from the TEMPLAR CASTLE, the summer it got burnt down…and figured that being in my primary school uniform at 40 year old…arranging severed heads around pot-plants in the foyer, with GREENIE’ son, in order to ‘warn off’ whoever came to the front door and looked through the window…is something that I would never like to see upon a TV screen…I wasn’t even allowed to see most of that footage, after the event - whilst at GREEN TOWER…

OBAMA and his wife showed me excerpts in a computer room, at THE OVAL but that was all…and thinking about it all now…it’s just as well, isn’t it? Having only ‘shadowy memories’…is far better than graphic ‘flashback’ horror, after viewing CCTV video…which can really send you off your head…some of the SAS had that one…and I pity them because you are defenceless when that type of horror comes back despite ‘mental training‘ to be tough…yes they are men trained to be able to deal with such hardship but even so….it feels the same way, for a civilian woman or a military man - whatever training you have had to contend with such horror - when it comes back afterwards, in flashbacks…

Secondly, ANTONY…I have had to deal with EMBARRASSMENT all of my life because of mind control and ill cult programmers thinking that it was ‘amusing‘ to program me to do ‘stupid things‘ on their ill cult CCTV…doing stupid things…let me give you a quick guided tour:

RIMINGTON telling me that I was NOT allowed to go to the toilet at school and that I would have to ‘hold it in’ until I got home. Then instructing my mother to give me ‘as many drinks as possible’ before I went to school, in the morning.

TODDY then programming me to wet myself and to pee at the teacher’s handbag (she hadn‘t got ‘spare knickers‘ in the class that day because so many kids had wet themselves and so she simply told me ‘you want the toilet and you can‘t wait - take your knickers down‘ - I did so and let out a torrent…that was at 4 years old and at BLACKHEATH PRIMARY school, in front of the whole class by her desk… and yes that was bad…(and yes, I was allowed to go there a year early for some reason - the school catered for an age range of 4-10, no idea why)…

What about 6TH FORM COLLEGE…and sitting by a friendly and wise member (one of the few) in CRUELTY CORNER…whom the rest of them called CROW…I had no idea that it was her surname…but had been instructed by RIMINGTON to tell her that it was horrible that they rest of them had nicknamed her that because of her BIG NOSE…

I haven’t added a few more things to the above account…firstly that she handled it all very calmly…after she had ‘got the whole thing’ out of me…and told me that my nose was as big as hers…so I went home to have a look in a ‘three-way mirror’ of a bedroom…to see to my horror…that at 17 years old…I had suddenly grown a ‘beak’…courtesy of MOSHE DAYAN and co…who had broken my jaw and then built the bridge of my nose up….for reasons of their own…

That was frightening enough…I had obviously been told ‘not to notice that one’…I mean to say…up until that point - until 16 years old…I had had a much smaller nose, rather like my mother…and then suddenly my nostrils had been widened and then this BEAK…but because I had been ‘out of circulation’ for so long…dropped out of 6th form…I had been forced onto that BI course in very late 1979 and then returned to 6th form late 1980….lost a huge amount of weight….to appear a ‘sylph’ of my former self….I suppose that my own generation were more ‘shocked’ by the weight loss…and the ‘different nose’ went by the wayside…”so that was what her nose really looked like, under all of that fat?”…although I have to say that I never put weight upon my face or upper body, in terms of arms - even at my fattest…a PEAR-SHAPE…that is what kids at school had remarked upon…my face and arms didn’t look fat at all…it was just ‘the rest of me’…

All horror, ANTONY…all horror….so many stupid things - said and done…and for most of my life…so you got to pen a few emails by JADE and GILMORE…think yourself lucky.