well it began with an FBI frequency...and toddy telling me to avoid going onto the beaches...something around 'poisonous darts' and "they might think that you are sunbathing"...what did he mean?....he had meant that if i fell over and didn't get up again...it might look like i was having a sleep on the beach...go figure....and it is rather warm today, funnily enough...not that anybody will be sunbathing but even so...blue skies and sunshine....friday 25th september...2015.
....and so i was to avoid a 'beach walk'...."take a walk through the gardens, honey"....and so i did that...to then do a prom walk - overlooking the beach...to see two "norwegian intelligence operatives one of whom...." replies MI5 ONLINE... yes, one of whom had an 'owl fake oilskin' number (just like my own)....as well as a bag of COMPOST upon her 'baggage-on-rollers'....so they are moving out then? "not necessarily - they had been getting out of the area before it all began..." and so what had they planned to happen today, then? "we're not sure as yet"....oh and the next man to pass me on that prom walk was....."more of the same" replies MI5 ONLINE....Norwegian intelligence-run.
anyway, i was to take quite a few photos today...and i shall begin with a MONKEY one....tetley teabags and all that....BI were to tell me that the masons had been behind the coding out of those vendor soft toys, on pier avenue....and that the question "WHO'S THE DADDY" was something to do with the 'green-da' mafia boss, of the ill cult...along with 'bad jokes' around CF pretending to be a father....along with "who was his real father, anyway?" - you mean the whole 'farrell' construct, do you? "layers upon layers of deception"....well richard harris had certainly thought that he was CF's real father, in blackheath...CF appeared to be of a different opinion, around 2005 - apparently I was his 'half-sister'...who knows eh? only a real DNA specialist could tell you and i am not talking the 'mike weales' of this world, here....
so we start off with 'green da' and that 'monkey reference'...to then go onto...
onto......well, what i was to start thinking about, this morning...you see, in jerusalem 2006/7....the skies were blue...that glorious blue, often as not....just like in clacton, at about 9-10am this morning....and it was to remind me of my time in ein kerem...
...and then i was to remember that 'transylvanian hour' just before sunset...on that main road, around a mountain 'in the middle of nowhere'.....with sharon....
a main road which overlooked a deserted 'jooish communal farm'...which was on the 'dirt track' to that 'st john in the desert monastery'...
one couldn't see the monastery, in the distance - it was shrouded in trees.... but having just visited it - 'on the quiet' through a mea sharim contact of sharon's who had known the gatehouse man....i could pinpoint that part of the forest, in the distance.... behind which, the monastery was hidden....
...in short, nobody knew about that monastery - not really (although there was 'one line' about it in a main guidebook to the area)...and nobody cared to visit...and that is why i had been slightly alarmed to see a coachload of chinese-looking tourists....a coach that was to turn off that main road - to then careen down that 'dirt-track' towards the monastery...at that 'unearthly hour'....that 'twilight zone hour'...."what on earth?" etc etc - i was to quiz sharon about it.....
...sharon did not seem perturbed....he appeared to have everything under control...i wasn't so sure...okay he had noted mcgowan and his mates, drive past us - upon that main road...at least three times....back and forth...he had noted the exact number of times...that was to make me even more uneasy than before....you see, i couldn't remember who mcgowan and his mates, were and even if i had done - mcgowan had been under petrol nell's control....do you see how it goes? and so i was to say to sharon...that having walked up that dirt-track to the main road....that we should go back to the bus stop - in the small village nearby - further on up that main road...where there must be a bus stop to take us back, to ein kerem....and make it fast....i began to run...sharon wasn't bothered.
and that brings me on to my next 'pointer' or should i say 'FBI dot-on-the-system'....because this is all about maps and mapping....
can you imagine the above - conflated with clacton....ein kerem/st john-in-the-desert...conflated with clacton-jaywick....
toddy had 'read the right scripts' let us say....to then tell me that the ill had composed a new one...and that it was all about the following area:
MARLOWE ROAD and then 'off the beaten track' eh? no mountainous regions involved, of course....but the ill had been looking for 'as close a fit' as they could manage.....
remember quasi-collie.....who had tried to turn to the 'good' at one point - i.e. we were to find out that her nazi scientist father - had programmed in a deeply embedded visualisation of her mind as an 'empty hospital-for-her-head-filled-with-invisible-objects-which-a-magician-could-make-appear-or-disappear'...go figure as to what 'that one' was all about.....
on top of that...we have a sort of 'prague rothschild colour' siren/loudspeaker....which i was to track and trace...to then find out that it had been a programming item, for the above....the 'siren colour/shape and form' of what quasi-collie had had in her head - when 'called/commanded' to do something by 'nazi dad'....
i do not suppose that the 'loudspeaker' is used for 'that one' in real-life and on clacton prom - it looks like a coastguard prop...however, it would be really funny, if it had been, though - a nazi 'amplifier/loudspeaker' from WWII - found out and so late in the day?...a bit like finding something 'just as bad' as the norwegian christmas tree....oh i remember what this is all about now...be very careful......
...oh i see - it might have been used - at one point, historically....BI ONLINE do not know as yet, they will have to check it out in terms of 'date of model and history'....
....but even so - the very colour - meant that...well that it had been used for 'that one' and probably still will be - until you change the colour of it....
....and they need to fathom the connections.....
...and now i can remember...finally remember...telling the CID something along the lines of...."you have to...it's really important...." to their laughter...."an old-fashioned speaker on clacton prom????"
but it had been important, hadn't it?
....because there was 'one wire' which had let that neo-german nazi party through.....and the CID had told me 'as a result of all of those discussions'...."okay, we'll leave that WIRE in there...leave it in situ....and then make of it....'what we make of it'....later on"....
the WIRE.....go figure.
INGA and the WIRE....see previous notes.
...oh and the white car, had turned up today because whoever - had figured that the CID 'holding the fort' would never work it out....
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