aunt colette and her father....when i look back at the few photos that my father had of them...well i can remember colette's father and mother in what looked like a carriage but an automated one....it was rather like a glorified electronic bicycle with a 'seater for two' and a steering wheel...

because they are dressed 'of the period' or you assume that they are...presumably early 1900s or late 1800s....you think that it is all so 'old-fashioned'...but that family were 'state of the art/cutting technology' for their era....see previous notes upon hulbrusch and gill having a look at what her father and feschotte were up to - in relation to radios/microchips and TESLA inventions....

it is rather like somebody from the future looking back at 2013 and saying that the latest porsche model released upon the market - looks like a dogcart from the perspective of say 2113....

but what do i know? we had left the future 'open'...so anything can happen....

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i then remembered the 'vis a vis' carriage model...now this is what the 'three sisters' knew about in neuveville as young teenagers....and in their early twenties...they were working for the 'rebel group' even then...even in those days...and in order to get messages quickly across neuveville...they used a 'vis a vis' carriage....that is why they saw 'vis a vis' as 'part of their whole secret communications' operation....and the last thing that it had meant to them was 'a meeting between two people 'face to face'....which is what mandelson was to say, in discussion...adamant that the only meaning of it was 'well, like in my office when i want a face to face meeting - i say vis a vis'....but dabydeen had realised that there was a bit more to it than that...contacted NINI who told him about the 'face to face carriages' but was also to try and put him off the trail in relation to 'yes it was transport but the real meaning is face to face'...

it wasn't to the italian swiss though was it? VIA/VIS A VIS...had become conflated into 'one'.

you just need brains to work it all out and DABYDEEN had them....

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i am still a bit non-plussed by the italian-swiss detective who had posed as 'aunt colette' during one of my childhood holidays...but the team that he was on - had performed a 'coup' of sorts....which would have laid the foundation for further investigations...

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and upon that note...i now know what had been going on during that DON'T HUG THE TREES - THEY DON'T LIKE IT! holiday....the UK doctors had worked that one out....

picture this - airplane propellor torture in a closed room....MI6 as in collie and her thugs...pushed you through a door....you were left standing in a white-walled room....the wall at the end of the room - well it wasn't a wall...it was a massive propellor blade that then started up...and just like a 'james bond movie'....you were then bodily sucked towards it....as the propellor gained speed....

collie was to laugh about it afterwards....nobody ever missed....missed what? well in order to prevent yourself from being chopped up by the blades....you had to orient your inescapable 'fall' across the room - dragged by suction, into that propellor...by 'aiming for the centre'....the horizontal thin strip of metal and 'centre of the propellor blades'.....in the hope that the propellor blade 'pulling forces' on either side - would 'equalise'....pull equally from the left and the right - so that you would manage to stay huddled against the 'very centre'....collie was to admit that some people had 'gone into the blades' and suffered injuries...a missing finger here or there....but even so, they had still managed to pull themselves into the middle and out of harm's way...

now think of that cliff edge....upon that swiss mountain...the path from the top of the mountain was winding...through the forest...eventually the path took you to a 'sheer drop'....the drop was to your right as the path wound around the mountain...the path wound left in order to avoid it....the 'drop' was about 10 metres away...it was the 'horizon'....the path skirted the 'incline down to the horizon'....the edge of that sheer drop....

my father had been 'set-up' hadn't he?

the one thing that could save his life...was that effing tree - in the middle of that bare horizon just before the 'sheer drop'....underfoot were treacherous 'small broken stones' - sand coloured.....it was 'odd' for that part of the forest...why the broken stones incline?

my father had realised it was a 'trap'...he had warned me once before about 'that type of thing' - whilst walking down a welsh mountain....he had rolled a small boulder down the mountain at a certain point off the 'tourist path'...telling me that if i lost my footing on the path...and we watched the small boulder careen down the mountain....that is what would happen....so to pay attention...do not deviate from the marked route....

and then what was to happen to him - a year or two later? he was to show me a similar but more deadly 'death trap'...then to quite literally step into it, himself....and create a landslide....

he then engineered his survival by sliding towards the tree....the only thing on the horizon...the only thing between him and the 'sheer drop'....

now do you see why it becomes obvious that he had been 'set-up'?

it was very similar to the MI6 'propellor blades' and what you had to do, in order to survive.....aim for the middle of the propellor/aim for the tree in the middle....

and what was MONNIER up to?

DON'T HUG THE TREES- THEY DON'T LIKE IT

tree programmers used to think that they were 'invisible' under their own particular tree....

i then remembered hacking the eldest taschmann to realise how he had kept my father under mind control and for so long....

the eldest taschmann had programmed my father with 'i am the only thing between you and certain death - i am that tree upon the horizon'....it had been a TASCHMANN set-up....

so what was the idea? if and when my father felt severely threatened...he had been told to contact the eldest taschmann....that simple.

MONNIER...well every mind control slave 'knows and doesn't know'....i do not know how much MONNIER knew....but what he said, that day...spoke volumes.....'the trees'....'don't trust them' ....and 'don't hug them' because tree programmers think that they are invisible and you'll get punished if they think that you can 'see' them....

HUMPHREY....DON'T HUG THE TREES....THEY DON'T LIKE IT....

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upon that note...hippie EMMA, on my course at dartington...i have already recounted 'walking up to dartington college' with her, one day...it was turning autumn...the trees were glorious colours....out of the blue....emma ran off the road...down the small rocky incline - up over the trench into the forest - to then grab a hold of a massive tree.....she then simply stood there...making guttural grunting sounds now and then....

in retrospect, she had looked a bit like 'little gill hugging that 6 foot dalek'....except that she appeared to be having some sort of sexual intercourse with that oak tree....by the sounds that she was making....although she herself was motionless and gripping it for dear life....

you have to understand that in 'alternative new age culture' in totnes during that period...people did 'odd things'....and 'part of the course' was standing back...appreciating that somebody was 'going through something' that they needed to do, without intervention...until they came back and told you what it was all about....

so i waited for ages...got a bit cold...figured that we would be late for our departmental meeting and so began to call EMMA! EMMA!...no response.....so i began to walk towards her.....touched her shoulder and then suddenly she 'woke up'....we then returned to the road....and i waited for some sort of an explanation...which was as follows: "have you never wanted to really HUG A TREE?"

i replied that as a pre-school child - i had done so...in GREENWICH PARK....

because - according to various adults....it had the most ancient OAK TREES in the world, there - a whole row of them - not far from GREENWICH MEANTIME OBSERVATORY....and as children...well the fishwick children had told me about a competition of theirs....it was to 'walk around an ancient oak - upon its roots -which were showing out of the ground- without actually touching the ground'....and that used to include 'difficult bits' where you couldn't jump from one root outcrop to the next...you had to hug the oak tree and ease your way around it....until the distance between roots was easy to jump.....but no, i hadn't had a particular desire to hug the tree...it was only 'necessity' during that childhood game...and that RAY FISHWICK had then got very angry with his children "I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT" and so on....

so what had EMMA been showing me that day...en route up the winding road to dartington college through the forest?

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i then remembered a bit more about DIBBENS and CAROLINE early on at dartington...they were older and more mature than the rest of the students upon the course....the rest of them were 19 years old (although they might not have been - jade was pretending to be 19 but was the oldest of the lot - however mediterannean/semitic types tend to look young for longer than northern europeans).....

in short, a meeting held by the art department head 'chris crickmay'.....i was to walk in and think 'oh no'....until i saw paul and caroline on the backrow...taking their seats...i joined them....they then began to chant nursery rhymes....begining with paul saying something like IT'S NODDY TIME.....and bashing on the desk next to him, the rhythm of something like HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH....caroline joined him in the singing and 'playing the drums' heartily...i joined in a little...whilst thinking 'thank G-d somebody else understands what is going on around here'....whilst the rest of the youngesters sat quietly upon the front rows.....

afterwards...paul was to say to me 'okay - but you are NOT one of us - right?'....i looked at him...he was in TYRANNOSAURUS REX alter...i replied along the lines of 'i wouldn't be too sure - maybe i am more 'one of you' than you are - so WATCH IT'.....yes, not a thing that was to endear me to him, at the time.....but you has to stand your ground, sometimes....besides he had been picking up on FO...foreign office 'foxxy' type....

and therefore 'made a mistake' in following jade laing 'up the banana tree'.....the whole rebel group were to make that mistake....only DENISE was to identify JADE LAING as the real 'baddie' of the piece at that point in time...and if i hadn't rolled out of the back of her green van 'upon that ill cult sacrificial night' i wouldn't be here now, to tell the tale....jade and her van.... 'green van and witch in a ditch' time.....but by that point in time it was all too late...jade was already dealing heroin to all and sundry, from the art department and beyond.....'pentagon heroin slaves' queued up...or should i say 'cued up' like billiard balls.

paul had been part of the 'all-seeing eye of the marines'...with caroline his 'all-seeing eye child alter remoteviewer'...the woman who could get most men 'to their knees'...an irresistable combination to DALDRY who then voted them the number one couple who could 'get an operation done'....'the odd couple' or should one say the 'unlikely couple'...."ICE-CREAM REMOVALS IN PLACE" on the rebel radio tannoy system....in clacton, see previous notes....'turn the siren on'....loud icecream jingle music....as the van careened out of alexandra road at top speed, taking corners like a rally driver....driven by caroline - and eventually out of clacton....with quite a few dead bodies, in the back....England's answer to a Tarantino movie, i suppose but 'necessary' at the time...as the one 'good' rimington knew....

anyway, caroline was of a different opinion to paul, about me....and when gill eventually turned up.....dibbens 'turned', completely.....too much so, in point of fact.....see previous notes upon the two of them 'eloping' together.

in short, dibbens had been controlled by that 'prince of monaco' frequency program to treat zygote slaves like myself 'as animals'....it was only caroline who held him back from 'behaving like an animal' to myself....but once alone - he would 'say the same sort of evil and disrespectful things' as the rest of them...'male strangers on the street'.....

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i then remembered that 'programming session' held at the NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM for the first year intake of my dartington course.....we had all been 'coached' down to london...upon the slimmest of pretexts....hoare had decided that it would be a 'good idea' to improve our drawing skills by drawing dinosaur bones.....reconstructions of dinosaurs....

whereas in reality it was just a reason to 'get us all down there' and for ELIZA's programmers to 'have a look at us all'....and to put us under mind control and ask us to 'get into the dinosaur groups' that we had been assigned, as children....yes you didn't only have an UG baby alter 'caveman/cavewoman alter'....you also had an effing dinosaur added...in relation to what MI6 programmers had put down on their files in relation to 'were you are nightmare baby who screamed and cried alot' - that equalled a PTERODACTYL file....one of the TERROR COTS.....'terracotta warrior' was added to this type of programming....T-REX meant 'really ferocious baby/toddler who had resisted ill cult programing.....and dinosaur with tiny brain and huge body meant 'obedient slave'...and so on....

i can remember now....PAUL had fixed it with BEN THOMSON - who had been classified as 'obedient slave dinosaur' whilst young.....caroline had been classified as a T-REX....and paul had wanted to save her from that one....

and in the NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM...the ill cult programmers were to call out the T-REX programmed and tell them to 'fight each other'.....a fight between 'psychos' like turner/mckintyre/baxter and mckintyre's sick friend - duncan...whilst the rest of us, in child alters...stood motionless...watching the whole thing....normally it was a 'fight to the death' but this time it wasn't...i noted that paul dibbens didn't join in....he stood by the wall....none of them attacked him...they attacked each other...

anyway, i had watched the whole programming session held at that museum...noted which group caroline had said that she had been put into, as a child....and then put myself into the same group...despite sarah turner's 'odd pleas'..."emily are you SURE you're not a T-REX?'.....i replied that i was not - and hoped that my current adult persona would make everybody agree that i wasn't....i could hardly say boo to a goose, i used to apologise for my own existence -let everybody else go first- never 'took' before considering others etc.....but the fact was - that my early childhood self - in relation to fighting the ill cult programmers was 'somewhat different' - even though it had been classified as T-REX....and caroline had been the same....we were simply a cleverer form of T-REX (we could dissimulate) - a ferocious child alter - that could trick programmers. Hey, i'm just a peace and love dinosaur......i have a very small brain and a large body....how could you think that i might be anything different?

see previous notes upon tomlinson being in charge of 'something' during that programming session to allow me to escape through a 'museum staff door'...for jade laing to follow me - tomlinson figured that it would be all right to let her through too.....to then be fed spaghetti....'the worms of memory' - 'to remind you of what had happened'.....and then let out the backdoor.....

why have i taken so long on the above? probably because UGG alters....caveman and cavewoman alters are linked to BABY/EARLY TODDLER alters.....they are the ones least able to carry memory.....

oh and i have forgotten a very important thing to mention....in summary - the CIA LAB were to find out....that ELIZA had 'found out the lot' eventually.....she had been behind the whole DARTINGTON ART DEPARTMENT project....to find out how and why some children/teenagers/adults retained memory of extreme ill cult abuse and threw them up in artwork.....her mission was to analyse it all and to STOP IT.....so that the ill could continue to MKULTRA program with no 'anxiety' about being 'found out'.....

what had eliza found out - about that session...well not only dibbens and caroline were queering her pitch....as it turns out....and MCDONALD was to do another of his 'ssheesh' moments at his computer, at finding out.....only one person out of that course....actually opted for - what they had originally been programmed with - as a baby/toddler....

ELIZA didn't know that though...her files had been changed by a 'certain rimington'....she only knew that caroline, myself and denise - had changed our groups.....DENIZE had wanted to be with SALLY TALLANT - at that point in time.....and therefore she had opted for the PTERODACTYL group...when asked 'what group she had been given'....