Monday, 1 April 2013


my camera flashed when it shouldn't have done this morning...tracked and traced to another dodgy MI6 liaison officer in SP's office...when will you learn 'not to let them in'? he was a HOLLIDAY slave who had been promised the position of MANAGER in one of their 'hotels to be built' at PETRA...

this guy had tried to prevent me from taking a photo of 'guy with trolley filled with milk containers'...from MORRISON? anyway wherever it was going and probably to travelodge - the milk has been poisoned and i don't mean just 'female hormones'....test it out....

OTHER NOTES:

i can now remember a bit more about the obama/trump project....

firstly gill had gone to ARAD to do a bit of interviewing for US intelligence circa 1995 or later on...to meet the founder of ARAD...a decent guy....who was to show him how the water supply worked...how the agreement worked....an agreement that had encompassed jordan/israel/palestine....all at the table and everything 'above board'....gill was to take photos of the agreement/legal papers etc....

next up and years on...gill had recognised him in that PETRA TEMPLE...defending it and the water supply to the hilt...he knew what was going on...

but no he didn't have an RPG...and wasn't shooting to even wing any of them...one of OBAMA's people shouted RPG and that was it...the guy died in gill's arms....that is why gill had needed a stiff drink afterwards...whilst obama had laughed at him - he was drinking orangeade...."you don't understand big business" he laughed....

well gill did understand it...it is not a question of understanding it- is it? it is a question of agreeing with what big business is up to....and in this case, he was horrified...the obama/trump camp had shot a decent man....

on top of that...the holliday family had been promised 3 HOTELS in the new development....trump tends to work very fast indeed....he wanted to build this SIMS CITY fast.....and so before the land deals had been finalised...he was already talking to jordanian officials about planning permission....the official in question became suspicious...how would the water supply work for 3 hotels...oh they would truck it in...the offiical pointed out that for 3 hotels - well they would need a motorway built to ensure supplies got through easily and upon a regular basis....motorway planning permission....

trump and obama were planning even further ahead...they wanted a 'passport to pimlico' thing....to make the area around the temple into an independent state...for billionnaires that is....

what else?

i can remember discovering all of the above at the cia lab...for obama to then get a hold of me and try to memory-dump me...and also memory-modify what was left of my memories of PETRA...he was to tell me that PETRA was near to LIBYA for some reason....and to imagine that this was so....

now why would he do that?

is that the last layer of the onion?

was somebody planning something similar in that region?

overlay the PETRA/ISRAEL/GAZA map onto LIBYA to work it out....

the layers so far:

jerusalem/olton/petra/libya....

OTHER NOTES:

this morning, i remembered the MELNICK wine festival....and how i had gone there with oliver and matt smith from the prague dto...and oliver's japanese girlfriend who had come over to visit him....

a japanese slave-driver had sent her over....a 'transaction' of sorts....

in short, the cia lab were to find out that she would have been sacrificed at that MELNICK festival within an ill cult rite if certain people hadn't stepped in to stop it....

the upshot of it all was that i was to meet friends of MISCHA....also air flight attendants and arrange with them to go back to prague that evening....

oliver and matt had booked two rooms - both with two beds in them...and had expected us to 'bunk up' with them....

that didn't happen....oliver's japanese girlfriend got very drunk - because she wasn't used to that much wine...i was also inebriated let us say but more 'in my right mind'....she then told oliver that she wanted to sleep...so i got the keys for the room off him and we walked back into MELNICK square....to see that the wine tables had been moved...a large wooden stage erected and that a large amount of people were doing 'strictly dancing' on stage....rather like the polish used to do at discos....japanese girlfriend hauled me up on stage...she wanted to dance...i figured 'oh no' but then 'she'll tire herself out soon - i'll get her back to their room and then leave with the flight attendants'...which is basically what was to happen....

apart from the fact that this wine-tasting event was so popular that the local tv/news stations were all there...and we made national tv.....at the front of that stage, dancing madly because we couldn't do those formal dances....we began to do really silly stuff for the fun of it...like toby 'macklin's jellyfish for example....

years later on...an MI6 officer was to show me a video tape of us dancing...gill was also to tell me that he had been at the back of the large crowd in front of the stage....

the cia lab were to remote-view oliver...who had been horrified....firstly - after i had got his japanese girlfriend back to the room and told her to lock the door...and then checked that she had...she went out 'blotto' and didn't let him in...the ill were unable to sacrifice her that night....and the next morning he was to learn that she had been on stage with tv news cameras upon her...cameras flashing everywhere etc....so he couldn't get rid of her discreetly...and had to enable her to catch the flight back to japan....

the flight attendants had taken me with them...so we took the last bus out of melnick and found the last tram out of prague...to devicka.....where i was living at the time....and yes i suppose that i would also have been sacrificed that night - if it hadn't been for the CZECH AIRLINES flight attendants....

so anyway, is that something around the 'WINERACK' business? in the cage room...gill was to tell me that he and the other two monkeys had been in the crowd, in front of the stage....but that i hadn't spotted them....

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