So what happened today?

I went for a cycle down the promenade…took some photos of the SUNKEN GARDENS…and realised that the REMEMBRANCE GARDEN had taken the place of that SUNKEN GARDEN upon the POSTCARD….

I can remember BI checking out JOHN HINDE photographic studies in IPSWICH - so they probably found out when the SUNKEN GARDEN looked like the photo…and then ascertained the date that the ill had entirely relandscaped it to form the REMEMBRANCE GARDEN…with the ‘black angel’ statue…which RIMINGTON was to tell me - was supposed to symbolise herself as the ‘angel of death’…

Yes it is all about DEATH today…

…and I can now see that I ‘missed a cue’ in relation to EMB’s blog and the post before the last one…that story which had the adjective DEAD in it…in almost every sentence…if not every sentence…

…and also a book that I recently took out of the library:

THE ART OF DITKO

CRAIG YOE

I shall post images upon later on…in summary this book is the BIBLE of TODDY/THE PRAGUE ROTHSCHILD etc…a top programmer manual of images for programming PI SLAVE WRITERS…and more…and yes a character named MR DEDD stars a lot, as the fiendish WHITE-FACED narrator of various comic strips stories…

I figure that my brother ED had something to do with the exposure of THE ART OF DITKO…because he was such a big fan of MARVEL COMICS…as a boy…these stories however, are more about sci-fi, the supernatural and horror…

…and captivated your imagination in a child alter…so probably one of the most ‘successful’ programming scripts of all…

OTHER NOTES:

Anyway, I went back to bed this morning - and had another sleep before going for my cycle ride…and I dreamt a dream…that I had foretold of…to COLLIE precisely….I had remote-viewed all the dreams that I would have in the future…and she had to ‘work it out’ from them because I couldn’t give her anything more to go on…this was the dream that I had this morning:

I was on a rooftop…a bit HOUSE OF CARDS feeling to it all…because MARK R or somebody else, being run by him - was also upon that rooftop but in invisibility clothing…

The rooftop was supposed to be in GRAVESEND for some reason…

….and a murder had been planned - pushed off the top of the building.

Apparently my brother HUMPHREY had bought the flat which allowed access to the roof of the building…and my mother was taking me for a walk on top of the building…but I sensed danger…

I then heard MARTINE in upset apologetic mode…she had given MARK R the idea and a few others as her ‘stage’ in the ill cult game…I made her promise not to hold back any further information…because she was safe now and the ill couldn’t touch her…

I also learnt that MARTINE had been utterly terrified whilst MARTIN climbed that DAM…and that was one of the reasons why she had jumped ship…

I reminded her of how brave MARTIN had been…for example, that leap off TRUMP TOWER…and that he was trustworthy and would protect her…

OTHER NOTES:

THE ART OF DITKO

…at the end of one story called WAY OUT MAN p75 - there is a mention of a certain:

LAWRENCE WHELK

…and I immediately recognised it as MARK R’s alias….the entire comic story is all about accepting ‘frequency radio tannoy control’ of the top ill…and ‘dancing to their beat’…in fact, all of the top ill, including the SATANIC PRINCESSES then made up their own ‘beat’ upon BONGO DRUMS…and it was recorded…and we all had to learn their ‘signature beat’…to be used upon the microchipped networks…

WHELKING…I am sure that MARK R was warning the CHINESE in relation to WHELKING upon those ‘dangerous sands’ cut off by the tide…do not try to catch LAWRENCE WHELK…a horrific tragedy in the newspapers but heavily coded by ill cult intelligence…in relation to warning off CHINESE INTELLIGENCE from finding out what MARK ROCKEFELLER was all about…

The WELL-KING

The WELLS appear to be synonymous with ill cult bases/CIA divisions…I am not entirely clear but they are a major ill cult categorisation…along with other references to poisoning the well (see SPIKE MILLIGAN‘s poem about this)…as in poisoning public water systems with ill cult drugs in order to ‘control the masses’…not to mention the TEMPLAR WELL which had poisonous mosses growing in it…a sort of fungoid MUSHROOM MOSS…which sent them all off their heads…

WHELKY…WELL KEY…WHELKIE/KELPIE also came up…with reference to SEAWEED and IODINE which suppresses the THYROID GLAND but also cures many things…including GOUT…

MARK R was confident that my mother would never work it out…she would never get DR BETTLE to test for iodine deficiency because she was already on tablets because her THYROID has gone down to ‘nothing’ and the very idea of eating too much iodine in foods such as seaweed…never mind ‘taking iodine tablets’…would horrify her…it might suppress her thyroid tablets which are keeping her alive…because nobody can survive without a certain amount of what the thyroid gland produces…

…however, as far as I know…you have to have a holistic balance…CHINESE holistic medicine would understand that one….enough thyroid and also enough iodine…a balanced effect…and as far as I know…my mother has the right thyroid dose but not enough iodine which causes her muscles pain, to the point where she can hardly move her right shoulder or arm and has difficulty standing up in the morning etc etc…her condition has been diagnosed as possibly polio rheumatic arthritis…but nobody is certain…and upon the phone, my mother talked about how GRANDPA CLAYTON had been thought to have had gout, initially…a similar condition to her own…but that diagnosis was eventually overturned…

She joked about HOGARTHIAN prints…where GOUT is normally felt in the BIG TOE of ‘heavy drinkers’ who end up being hardly able to walk…yes, that was how it was diagnosed in terms of symptoms and possible causes within medical history…but I am worried about the BIG TOE reference…because your highest programmer, was programmed in as your BIG TOE…a JESUIT reference…

Anyway, if my mother did check out her iodine levels…and ‘got it up to a normal level’…which I am sure that it isn’t at present…this is no ‘overnight cure’…but it ensures longevity….that is what CHINESE holistic medicine is all about…a very slow cure…but you get more years of life, as it were….because of it.
…and so one has to compliment PRINCE CHARLES for popularising this ‘longterm approach’ in relation to medical cures…even if the ill have probably already ‘got that one covered too’…with the WRONG advice from Chinese medics under their mind control, operating in the West…as they almost certainly will have done…so it is up to the WESTERN medical profession to go to CHINA and really learn what is what…in order to ensure that the best treatments are available within this country.

…and the ‘quality of doctors’ as I have already stated…varies…as my CHINESE students were to tell me…yes, CHINA has special institutes to train up all of its holistic doctors to their highest levels of knowledge…but you ‘never know’ - some people recommend one doctor and others do not…a CHINESE holistic doctor manages to cure one patient but not another…and as I said before…that is a bit like the UK isn’t it? Doctors are not ‘gods’ and they cannot accurately diagnose everybody’s ailments from the symptoms that are obvious…and the ones that are hidden…or ‘not talked about’ for example…

The funniest lines in that ALLOTMENT movie that I recently watched…was in the scene where that middle-aged guy says to his mates, words to the effect that he used to send his wife in to the doctor, to explain his complaints…instead of himself…pride or fear, I have no idea of his motivations but I have heard that story before, a few times…men sending their wives in to ‘get the medicine’ because the husband doesn’t want to go, himself….and then one of the ALLOTMENT crew who used to be a doctor in his own country…before immigrating…tells him that some of his pills are for ‘women’s complaints’…a total misdiagnosis because when a woman presents symptoms…the diagnosis can be entirely different…

OTHER NOTES:

So what happened today during my cycle?

I walked through the CLACTON PAVILION to have a closer look at the ROVER ‘balls’ in action on the swimming pool…and yes, children really seem to enjoy the whole thing…

I then walked out of that area and past a TREE PROGRAMMER…

Yes BI had put one in for a laugh…obvious to everybody…even dressed like a TREE…in pseudo-military camouflage gear, jacket and trousers with a huge PRESS long lens camera around his neck…rather like a big-game keeper…walking around his HUMAN ZOO safari park…

He had lightish brown/blondish hair and what I tend to call ‘gold eyes’…that strange light brown….my sister’s eyes almost turned that colour in the end…but probably because of the dyes that TODDY and co had used upon her with a needle…tattooing the eye, was one of their new ‘horror’ techniques…this guy had ‘natural gold eyes’…which PAT ANDREW was to tell me was ‘typically IRISH’….she had that colour of iris as did TONY GREEN…odder and odder…

After passing him, I walked up to the next ‘lane’ down to the seafront to see a woman programmer that RIMINGTON had put in ‘because by that point in time - you will look so mad, that I will make her look like you’…she was middle-aged with long light brown hair….BRIGHT LIGHTISH BLUE SOCKS in highish heeled black shoes…BLACK/GREY clothing and black leather bag….and as soon as she saw me look at her…she gave me a long PROGRAMMER’S WINK to make me ‘forget that I ever saw her’….she closed her LEFT EYE for some time whilst staring me out…

Anyway, I then took the lane down…which ends up at what GILL called THE THREE MONKEYS’ café…to see a shortish man with white hair….middle-aged…standing up in the outside café upper area with a group of people seated at the chairs…and I ‘knew’ that he was supposed to be a MARK R…an uber programmer…

….I cycled down the promenade a bit afterwards and then returned…to retrace my steps….past the café up the lane…and sure enough the ill cult programmer was still there….RIMINGTON’s status, apparently…so I gave her a LONG LEFT WINK and she looked at me and nodded…yes, she really did…in acknowledgement that I was ‘just like her’…how weird…they don’t even know each other but can spot each other by that ‘long wink’…
Oh and I forgot a bit…whilst going for a cycle down the seafront promenade….I could ‘hear AMADEUS telling LAING’…”you will be much fitter than her…you can cycle a lot further” and LAING complaining that she didn’t want to and she would only go so far…so AMADEUS amended his ideas and told her to cycle past the CREAM HOUSE…that was enough…some inaccessible cream house building upon the upper walk, overlooking the seafront promenade…I did so, passing a couple who AMADEUS had told LAING wanted to be the top programmers in CLACTON at the next café that I was to pass…but she would pass them on her bike so no problems there…and then on past the GREEN BENCH and up the cycle lane to the upper PROMENADE again…and that was ‘it’ for JADE’s cycle ride, this morning…apart from to turn up a road which has a large island and bikes chained to the railings…to note that somebody had left a YAZOO STRAWBERRY bottle upon it…which I kicked off…

…and that was pretty much it…my journey around CLACTON retracing what AMADEUS had wanted JADE to do today…not strenuous but she was his ‘princess’ and he couldn’t refuse a thing…

Yes STRAWBERRIES means menstrual fluid and ‘eating babies’ to the ill…they were obsessive about this in a way that makes me wonder….was it the JAPANESE DESK who had thought that one up…or was it centuries of sickness….relating to INBREEDING….dating back to BABYLONIAN times? Yes CANNIBALISM was far more common in BABYLONIAN times as ‘something that happened‘ but generally ‘not acceptable‘ apart from by the priestly class (presumably to shame enemy nations because they tended to eat the hearts of their worst enemies - because their primitive belief system dictated that you could ’gain the power of an enemy’ by eating them etc)….but I am unsure as to who ‘started it all up again’ in modern times, for example….

TODDY firmly believes that you could…but he is wrong…it just sent you mad, ill and insane.

…and by that point…you will pretty much believe anything unless you get a blood transfusion and clean out your system fast…

'Pricking fingers' is one thing...eating the organs of another person is guaranteed to send you 'off your head' and in a really bad way....