next up...i was to remember the last time that i was to begin to dig this all up...layers of the internet time as well as the layers of memory...regarding certain 'clumps'....for example, sarah holliday and friends...up a very large tree, to watch the badgers come of their set below, at twilight....didn't happen because sarah was to drop her 'golden virginia' tin onto the sun-parched earth (a very hot summer) and from a very great height...the earth-shattering sound of the 'clatter' of that tin - with a lighter as well as some coins, in it...broke the silence and reverberated for miles...probably underground too...in short, we then gave up and climbed down the tree....

and there's more...i can remember asking sarah why she had taken up a small transistor radio with her.....up the tree....it didn't make sense...she then tuned it but appeared to be unable to find a station...but she had done, hadn't she? this was all about norwegian intelligence setting a program to warn the 'badgers-in-their-sets'....go figure....oh and the transistor radio had looked very like the one which featured on that 'erwin-spy-with-no-name' BBC article....

oh and i can also remember sarah being the last 'off' the tree...to jump down....she had been the highest up, you see.....and upon getting back down she was to say "the grassy knoll" whilst surveying the area....and i was to complain that it wasn't 'grassy'...because it had been so hot that all of the grass had died....go figure.

the spelling...the grassy nowle....sarah had recoded it as nowle....NWO-EL....go figure....and 'nowell'?...oh and deb McDonough's first house was in knowle, Solihull...I wonder now.....'know-all'?

i would guess that the holliday family already knew about 'old knoll' on lewisham hill....and were putting in place a program to keep the rest of us from finding out...remembering...digging it all up again...in fact, i have just had some more information back about 'that one'...the holliday had decided to base 'whatever' there (they had had a choice of quite a few other 'bases' but were to choose that lewisham one)...after the 60s crew had left...anyway, a lot of 60s computer equipment was still left, in there...mark r and his people had only bothered with 'documentation' for proof of what royal services had been up to through the MOD - they hadn't taken anything else...what a gigantic 'badger set' eh?

next up...i was to think about a painting that i had quickly painted towards the end of my year's course at bournville...in order to get a 'fine art' portfolio together, to apply to other colleges in order to do a degree....i was to take family photos from the 60s....and copy them...images from my past in blackheath/greenwich/lewisham....and one was of 'old nowle' and that intersection between oakcroft road and st austell road....having painted it...i wondered about putting in people/dogs/cats etc....because it was such a dull composition...nothing in it apart from a fence, lots of trees behind it...a partial view of a bit of old knoll...and a large red pillar box to the right, upon the other side of the road...anyway, i then decided 'no, that's right'...because i didn't want to take the focus off of that house and that pillar box, for some reason...

...and i can now remember why...in short, scarlett and rimington were experimenting with new programming upon 'us children' in the 60s....and they had decided to program all of us...one by one...inside of that red pillar box...and so they locked us in there, for up to 3 hours or more...and just left us there....obviously not at a time when the postman was going to call...nevertheless...they had done so during the day...michael richardson was the first to go through it...prior to the event, i can remember michael having told rimington that he wanted to be a postman, when he grew up...you see as young children...postboxes are fascinating things...and so is the job of a postman....one of the first things that i was to watch avidly 'on the street'....the postman emptying the mail into his sack....from that pillarbox...as it goes, eh?

anyway, i was taken to that red pillarbox...by rimington...to nervously ask michael if he was all right...he replied that he was..from inside...through the letterbox...later on, scarlett came along with the keys...to let him out...they then told me to get inside....i told them that i was too big to fit into it...they told me to try anyway....i was unhelpful...scarlett then said to rimington "we could dislocate her knees" and i knew what that meant - but of course, i would do - wouldn't i? it had been done so many times before - along with hip dislocations etc etc....and that made me pee with fright...i then tried harder and managed to squeeze into it...we were very small, at that point...probably about 6 years old or less...scarlett then commented to rimington that the actual pillarbox was big enough to hold an adult..."we could do it to him"...they were talking about my father...if they took the thing out, that held the mail and enlarged the door...the actual box was tall enough, for a 6 foot man, if he hunched over....

and in short, the above is what john/percy had wanted digging up, yesterday...gill had remembered it all and shown him what had happened....outside of THE OLIVE TREE so many years ago now....you see, yesterday, john/percy was agitated about the step....part of the base of the step had broken off of the concrete behind it....leaving almost a 'hole'....john/percy had been programmed in a pillarbox...no wonder he walks around with his head hung low...shoulders hunched....

anyway, this is what was to happen to us kids....i was to think, whilst inside the box....well, i was to get annoyed...if i had to put up with all of this then i would get something out of it...and so i took a chunk of the mail and managed to get it down the back of my knickers...i was wearing a kilt and so the bulk was hidden....later on i opened it and read it....it was rather boring stuff in the main...a financial letter...a card...but then...i was to open a personal letter from a 'concerned relative' and it nearly made me cry...made me feel so guilty for having stolen the mail...i tore the rest of the mail up and hid it in the bottom of the rubbish bin...and then left that 'personal letter' under my pillow...what could i do? i couldn't put it back into the pillarbox...i had ripped the envelope open and my fingerprints were all over it....to cut a long story short, rimington was to find it under my pillow..."what have you done, silly?" to then laugh and laugh...she then promised to find the intended recipient and give her the letter...i didn't tell her about the other letters....

little colin was to do the same - he was to tell me that he had stuffed the mail 'up his front'....michael was to say scornfully "but you can't even read!"...little colin then told us that he had shown the letters to his mother, telling her that he had found the mail behind a bush (such a small boy - it would have been impossible for him to acquire them in any other way, surely? he couldn't even reach the letterbox upon that pillarbox etc etc)...his mother had then put on her reading glasses and read the lot to him...to then dispose of the letters....we're all a bit nosey at times, i suppose...

gill was to go 'one better'...i suppose that it can be rather dull...being stuck in a pillarbox for that long...he was to open quite a few letters...and read them whilst holding them up to the light coming in through the letterbox....scarlett was furious...poor gill..."you've spoilt everything"....you ragamuffin!" etc etc...gill was hauled out by his ear....presumably rimington hadn't told him about the letter that i had shown her...

and there's more....this is where it gets terrible...scarlett's new 'modified' red pillarbox then appeared upon the corner....my father was drugged and put inside...and later on...having 'woken up'...well can you imagine? he was to have a panic attack....the police were called...somebody eventually found the keys...and oddly enough...they had been in the old nowle....to let him out...my father was shellshocked and nobody would...or could explain to him what had happened....he had some mail, opened...hanging out of one of his suit's pockets and somebody was to laugh "how could you have...?" as if he had 'shrunk' and got in through the letterbox, in order to read the mail 'on the quiet'...to then become 'large again' inside...you see this is all about ALICE programming...alice who grows so large, whilst inside that house....my father then went home and lay on his bed, shell-shocked by the whole thing...as you would be, wouldn't you? i bet that so many people and all over the world...have woken up somewhere and asked "how did i get here?"...but normally 'whereveritis'...it isn't inside of a red pillarbox...how terrifying eh?

"how did I get here? watching the trains go by"...TALKING HEADS...and I wonder now - had signalboxes also been used as a substitute for red pillarboxes?

...and there's more...because i can remember my father telepathically contacting me...whilst in that pillarbox...i was to ask him what he could see...to then tell him that he was inside that red pillarbox and to open the post and read it...at the time, he had been panicking...so much so that he was to nearly rock that red pillarbox over...out of its concrete base...scarlett was to comment upon 'that one' later on....a bit like the corner of that step, outside of THE OLIVE TREE...the 'bit' that has fallen off...you see i would guess that john/percy believes himself to be a 'red pillarbox' at some level of 'consciousness'...and needs to be deprogrammed...he thinks that somebody is going to come along and knock him over....

...and my role, nowadays? well as rimington had known.....i visit the red pillarbox and steal the mail...go figure as to what sort of frequency field program is in operation....?

you see this is a vast radio/telecommunications metaphor....let me explain...in 2005...andrew marr was to have me 'drugged' and taken to that BBC studio where he does that morning show...he was to tell me "i am the postmaster"...well, actually 'no', andrew...not a real 'master'....because you didn't open the mail....and the real 'master' is the one who has the ability to read the mail...not just somebody who lets it all pass through them and on its way to other recipients....you see the computer/internet/packets of information metaphor going on here? becoming conscious of what streams by...and selecting packets to open...go figure.

what else? well michael had organised a 'master of the post' activity for us all...in the 60s...and so perhaps that is what andrew had been thinking of - so many decades later on?...molly had a small stepladder...one of those triangular numbers....he was to set it up by that red pillarbox and we all took turns in climbing up and onto that red pillarbox...i can remember michael shouting at me to jump down..."it's too high" i complained but eventually did so because it was impossible to get back down onto the stepladder again...you see, you had to climb up it...to then grasp the top of the pillarbox and haul yourself up onto it...and yes we were all 'that tiny'....michael had dared to stand up on top of that pillarbox whilst i had merely sat on it...perhaps this is something to do with that whole 'oilrig' endurance test number? another 'high up circle' to stand on, unflinchingly for x amount of time...see previous notes....

what else? well those like ingabot were also put into the red pillarbox...and as far as i know....ian rickson was to remember 'something' along those lines...to retranslate it into that initial idea for THE WEIR...a dead baby crying down the phone-line...ingabot crying in a red pillarbox...a telecommunications metaphor of sorts...go figure.

...and that painting of mine? ed gyde could remember 'something' as well...he was to point out the red pillarbox and tell me that he really liked the painting...could he have it? he would have it framed and put it up in his house...in blackheath...go figure.

the white wall of the 'old nowle' peeking through the trees...and a red pillarbox over the other side of the road....summed up so much....but digging it all up again...was another matter....see previous notes...anyway, it was MI5 toby and jon who were to investigate...and i can remember telling them...the above....go figure.

what else? oh I've forgotten to mention the fact that little colin was held up, in front of that red pillarbox - so that he could see in, through the letterbox.....to then be told "she's in there"...and asked if he would like to have a go...he readily agreed...I then blurted out "no! it's horrible!" etc etc...and so he immediately began to object...however, later on....see previous notes.