...and what was to happen this morning? well, first up...i was aware that i could miss a stage within this 13th one ill cult game...by avoiding walking past 'percy' who would presumably have triggered the next stage...into manifesting....and so i was to walk up THE GROVE to the library - without passing the olive tree cafe/restaurant on rosemary road west....

...anyway, a stage that had been compiled by those ill cult editors at random house....ingabot and co....'melanie-from-warwick-uni' had known about it all....see previous notes upon her having been one of tomlinson's slaves...and the only one with 'artistic talent' let us say...upon that 'we don't work - we steal' team of so-called editors at random house....melanie was to offer to write one of those novels - see previous notes upon all of that....and i wonder now - was that to prove that she wasn't really one of them?..."a slave to the cabbages" replies BI ONLINE...yes, that is what i am now thinking....bombarded by braindead cabbages...the frontline of the ill cult...."in the trenches"....go figure.

what else? well i was to buy two dvds-on-sale at the library...having been tipped off...that those dvds had once been in ingabot's possession....there were a whole clump of them, upon a trolley near to the entrance...and so i cherrypicked - two....simply because i couldn't bear to watch all of them...not another 'adam sandler movie' etc etc....even though, the videos were only 50p each....

....later on, i was to go to sainsbury's....to meet up with somebody, again....a man - that i had just had a quick chat with, in the library....looked a bit like 'bryn'...remember 'bryn and carol'?...a 'gamekeeper' type of look....

anyway, let me backtrack....a man that had almost 'got there first'....before gill - that is, going back quite a few years ago, now...whilst racing around clacton....unfortunately 'mr gamekeeper' had fallen off of his bike, in the process....and therefore gill had got there first....whilst upon a clue trail of sorts....anyway, a few years back - that 'mr gamekeeper' was to tell me about it, again (we used to meet, by accident - whilst chaining up our bikes, outside of sainsbury's) - about where he had fallen off of his bike 'so many years ago'...in the hope of jogging my memory, i suppose...anyway, it always takes a while, to come back.....go figure.

let us now return to the present and 'sainsbury's-by-the-milk', this morning....next up....'mr gamekeeper' was to chat to me, about it all - again...whilst we were standing in front of the milk display...he was to tell me that he used to be in the army.......anyway, 'mr gamekeeper' was also upon the private masonic payroll of 'commander beach'....but as a mkultra military slave - what he had been paid by beach's mob - was a pittance for his 'extra-curricular military services' let us say...gill used to laugh about how his wife used to go on and on at him, for it...oh and beach was to laugh about paying him in 'd'...i.e. old pennies.....go figure as to just how old he must have been 'in his head'...whilst on beach's operations...something that he didn't appear to be able to adequately explain away, to his wife...and i can also remember saying to gill..."reminds me a bit of my own mother and father"....see previous notes upon my mother sending me off to beatties department store, in solihull...with a roll of notes in my pocket...and with the strict instruction to find a certain tailor upon the upper floor who would 'kit him out'....i was to find an MI6 type (pink faced and rather ebullient)...who then handled the situation tactfully...."we do this every year...don't we, sir?...this way..." etc etc...my father was acting like a belligerent school boy in short trousers, at the time...a bit 'mr bean'...refusing to speak....anyway, after the tailor had taken measurements (very difficult to do because my father was being as obstructive as possible) and then found the right suit, trousers, shirt, shoes...my father was then presented with a selection of ties...he looked furious but tongue-tied...still refusing to talk...the tailor was then to recommend one of them, to go with the suit...my father gave a sort of chin jerk...relieved, i then took out the roll of notes and finished the deal...and so what was going on there, then? he wasn't normally 'that bad'...had he taken too much white powder in his red wine, in the summerhouse and not entirely 'come back' so to speak?

anyway, gill was to say that 'mr gamekeeper' was more '8 ace' than anything else, in relation to cider (see VIZ)...and rather like 'mr browne'....in an older child alter, than my father but still a child....add to that...a furious wife with a violent temper, who really didn't understand him or tolerate what was going on and if there was a daughter around too....well, he might end up dead....gill was to tell me to give out a serious warning, here - see previous notes upon what had happened to the browne family....go figure.

...anyway, 'mr gamekeeper' was to tell me that he used to read 'cowboy' books but was now onto 'submarines'....what he didn't tell me was that he was now attempting to 'read' me....'if you know what i mean'...see previous notes upon what 'percy and i do' now and then, outside of the olive tree cafe/restaurant...."in order to keep safe" replies BI ONLINE...yes, that is why we do it...exactly that....but what i am worried about - is why 'mr gamekeeper' was attempting to do it to me?...go figure.

anyway.....and so to summarise....

....having managed to 'miss out a stage' within this 13th one ill cult game - see previous notes....i was then to go to sainsbury's self-service units....and guess what?

'mr gamekeeper' was to turn up, again....the third time that i had met him, this morning.....he was to say "we shouldn't keep on meeting like this" and then he added something around hoping that his wife wouldn't find out...he was breathing cider fumes into my face (standing far too close)....by that point - i was to remember what she had been like, so many years ago now...and i was to remind him 'in so many words'...and by my tone of voice...along the lines of...yes, you wouldn't want your wife to know about quite a bit, would you? etc etc...oh and the assistant who was standing by him....was reminding me of what gill had said about the possibility of a daughter (a kate holliday lookalike)...which is why i was to recount the above - about kitting my father out 'in a child alter'...anyway, i was to find the pair of them quite intimidating....so much so that I was to pack my shopping before paying, to then get out my nectar card and pay...in order to make a sharp exit, ha ha ha....something 'not right' about either of them...go figure.

what else?....i should also mention 'tom sharpe'...apparently one of mr gamekeeper's favourites...."if you like to laugh..." (reminded me of beach's men in the MI imperial hotel, jerusalem)......because if you like comedy....there is a certain novel that you should read etc etc....entitled THE MISFIT...apparently it is about a mutt that gets drugged....a british bulldog....in order to 'take back' 12 houses....which in turn, is something around that random house ill cult team of so-called editors - being forced to pay back the harry potter money amongst other things - within the near future....go figure.

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what else?...well, this morning - i was to put on a large turquoise teeshirt...figuring that it was an MI6 day, of sorts....see previous notes upon david icke and that whole interview number..."i am turquoise...i am jesus christ"...oh and the now-famous belief in interdimensional space lizards etc etc...even ed gyde, succumbed to 'that one'...

...and whilst walking around town...i was to pick up on that ill cult so-called editors' network....most of them were dressed in black...a gothic 'note' to the proceedings?...all in all, i was to wonder about a certain article upon the BBC site, yesterday...about how 'goth food' was becoming trendy....'black and blue food'....hmmm....bombarded by blackened cabbage-brains, today - then?...go figure.

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what else? well, the following was also to come up, today...a note about the term 'mohammedanism'....vizard had used it to program with..."mo-ham-me-danish"....remember the ill cult programming with danish pastries in the cake shop, in olton hollow, west midlands?....oh and sonia fisher with her apple strudel/mrs trude number....a common theme here, appears to be apples....because i was also to remember ivan and fred, in olomouc....ivan had set fred a task...to find out where certain apples-that-you-could-buy-on-the-local-market had come from....'dracula's house' in the country....an appletree down by the river...the tree of knowledge and some sick joke around APPLE INC rfid chips....and then there's caroline hughes with her 'scrumpy' farmhouse cider, in totnes...which she used to claim was 'psychedelic' - see previous notes...go figure.

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...anyway, by bypassing 'percy' this morning....i was to miss out upon whatever stage those 'cabbage-brains' had planned within this 13th one ill cult game...whilst realising that the ill had planned to go 'on and on' with this sick and twisted game...until they 'won', i suppose....no chance.