OTHER NOTES:

and this morning i can remember a bit more about what i have recently been talking about....

firstly kaminsky had got bobby's mob to arrange for my mother to be in cromer 'upon that day'...ed was supposed to lead her there....

and i suppose that 'the day' had been yesterday because kaminsky had also arranged for me to be 'knifed' in a supermarket in clacton at around the same time...none of which, happened obviously....or i wouldn't be posting this morning...

next up...i remembered a bit more about clooney's real family in paris....BI had worked it out...well tanya's dept had....in short, he had been kidnapped by child-traffickers and programmed at the paris school....he used to live in a house with carla's small group of friends...and share a bed with talia...as a small boy - he hated sleeping alone....so what was his real family like?

'very respectable' to say that least....and very high up in governmental circles...they owned a mansion in paris...behind a walled garden...a bit like kensington palace in a way...almost 'royalty' if there were such a thing in france...how did i remember all of this?

i remoteviewed the lot, with tanya...the swiss relative had arranged for 'our escape'....a trapdoor from the stage - and under an old theatre....this is hard to explain and so maybe i'll just start at the beginning...

before 'graduating' every child had to 'put on a show'...they had to create their own song and sing it on stage....i hadn't been told beforehand....my swiss relative was to push me on stage...with my hair mussed up, scruffily dressed....the horror of it all - faced with a sea of adults in the auditorium....laughing as i asked them what they wanted me to do....i then tried to improvise a song upon the spur of the moment...and guess what came out?

the song that i used to be 'called up on stage' to do - at almost every templar castle 'event'...and it only had one line....before the audience howled with laughter...and i then burst into tears....'i'm in love with a stoat - even though i'm a rabbit'...

so yes i was going to go back to England and join the 'circus' as great aunt collette was to say....now what would that be...mi6 or H2S station?...clown camp?

anyway, i was inconsolable afterwards...and little georges took pity on me....

we became friends....yes school didn't end after 'graduation'...and then the 'trapdoor event'...we had all been put through that horror...told to stand upon a certain spot, to then end up on the mattresses below...but that evening...it was late...i cannot remember what had happened beforehand but little georges and i, were to find ourselves down there, with a torch...a white-faced man had approached georges in the dark...i shone the light at him and waved a fake pistol....georges then went for him with a baton....he ran out of the sidedoor and we then followed....we had no idea where to go....neither of us knew 'the way home' to where we were staying....but georges had a bit of paper in his top pocket which gave a number 14 and something like rue de fournier? tanya was to chase that one up and found the street....she was to tell me that we just had time to work it all out before memorydump....so BI were 'on to it' at that point in time...

what else can i remember? georges and i walked to a main road by the seine...we met an old lady walking home...she flagged down a police car....we explained what the problem was....we were driven to the police station...'missing child' lists were scanned and georges parents duly turned up as well as his older brother....

the strangest thing of all is that georges hardly recognised his parents....you see they were part of some diplomatic corps and were rarely at home, in paris....he and his brother were looked after by the servants but with no teacher or nanny....their clothes were laid out upon their beds every morning...oh and i am forgetting the grandfather...he was a senior statesman in the french government....and he used to turn up late at the mansion every evening...so he hardly ever saw the children either....

georges recognised his older brother...he didn't like him much...his elder brother appeared to have gone a bit mad...by the loneliness of his existence...he used to walk around the mansion with a stick, beating everything...and then go upstairs (he was allowed to go to school as far as i can remember) to work at his school books etc...georges was far too young for him to bother with...

anyway, at the police station....little georges didn't want to leave me behind...his mother exclaimed that they couldn't have me in the house....i didn't understand why at the time...

anyway the police had found out that i could speak english - i had remembered enough to know that i was english....so they were to contact the english police to try and track and trace my parents...i also knew my surname GYDE....so it must have been easy enough....anyway, i was then taken back to the mansion and stayed for a few nights....but the parents knew that because i was english...the grandfather would never agree to it...so in the evening, i had a bed made up for me in the summerhouse - which was quite far from the house, in the grounds....they were banking on the grandfather not finding out....of course he did find out....and went berserk....not only was i english but the surname - a protestant-sympathiser? NOT CATHOLIC? he appear to figure that england was a scumbag hellhole of a country with a load of savage peasants running it....

the english police were duly contacted - they appeared one evening at the summerhouse to terrorise me out of my mind...being woken up by a black leather glove on my shoulder....and my last memory of all is of 'being deported'....on the railway station with collette and sophie...along with little georges who had been allowed to come and see me 'off'...

and you wonder why i was then to have such a fertile imagination in later life?

anyway, tanya's dept got 'that far'...in terms of locating the mansion and making enquiries....but i do not know what the outcome was....or how george clooney ended up in the USA at about 8 years old...or earlier....i would guess that it was something around that child-trafficking ring....you see he used to meet up with carla and talia at that 'clementine castle' in the summer...and they used to call him their little brother....and that was 'part of it' - wasn't it? how he ended up in the USA upon a permanent basis - is still a mystery....

so as i was to say before...this is all about GARFIELD 2 isn't it?

OTHER NOTES:

oh and i am forgetting the worst bit...the police didn't find his parents immediately and so we were taken home by a woman from the station...her two children had grown up and she had a spare bedroom in which there were two beds....firstly she took us to the bathroom and spanked us....i tranced out and she was to remove a small folded piece of paper from my anus....she was to do the same with georges....but he didn't trance out...still bawling and wrestling....SCARLETT'S POLICE were most interested in this number....using children as carrier pigeons/smugglers etc....anyway, the notes were simple...at the time tanya's dept weren't sure what they had meant...but it is quite clear now....the first note stated that 'two vampires had escaped the theatre'...something around blood disorders then...and the second note said that 'the dinosaurs were coming back'....that would be all around the royal genome project - 'extinct genes brought back to life' - easy to understand if you know the context....

anyway, after that - she put us to bed almost immediately and then georges told me that he couldn't sleep alone because normally he slept with talia....so i got into bed with him and we went to sleep...to be woken up the next morning by that woman 'in a fury'....she hurried us both off to the bathroom...put me into the bath and turned the shower on....she was really rough...and by that time both george and i had had enough of her...so i pulled her hair whilst he kicked her shins...you see how it goes? anyway, she then bathed him and then it was 'get your clothes on fast' and back to the police station...