I've always been zealous over internet free speech since my PC was
rooted (i.e. "hacked") a few years ago, and the entire hard disk
contents were deleted. Evidenced from the bash shell history, where I
found the Unix 'rm' command that had been issued remotely to perform the
recursive deletion.
Other commands were found in that shell
history. Presumably the history is retained temporarily in dynamic
memory which is how it survived the hacking attack. Those other stored commands revealed that the hacking crime had been run
through a privately-owned PC in Romania. Although the crime itself was
commissioned in the United Kingdom. (It is understood, by an operative at Imperial College,
London)
It is commonplace for Her Majesty's intelligence
apparatus to hack a third party computer to use as a proxy.
The
deceitfully laid false flag audit trail is used to disguise the geographic
location of the true perpetrators (in this case, London). All too typical, and showing total
disregard for the security of others by these Rogue British
intelligence agencies. But should we expect any more from a bunch of
prostitution gangsters, blackmailers, money-launderers, terrorist
bombers, child kidnappers, drug traffickers, and mass murderers?
My
PC was hacked on the outbreak of the phony "War on Terror". It was
being used to publicly question why no one from the "Arab World" was
using British internet newsgroups to condemn the unfolding tyranny. A
fairly obvious question. Why wasn't/isn't the "Middle East" fighting
back in an internet battle of words with the war-mongering
Anglo-American establishment?
The simple answer is that their
words of disgust (and those of Western anti-war campaigners) were being
airbrushed from our sensitive gaze, using an extension to the NNTP
internet protocol known as "NoCeM" which means "No See Them".
NoCeM
was/is a technical tool for political censorship, performed under the
guise of an anti-spam measure. I made that observation and, shortly
afterwards, my computer was hacked into in an act of criminal malice,
and all the contents of the hard disk were illegally deleted.
A written apology (from GCHQ?), the formal identification of the perpetrators, and financial compensation are still awaited.
Thursday 29 November 2012
In my case and no doubt many others, the "adoptions" from Smyly's Homes were totally illegal. We were
just sold. No legal formalities. No family court cases, nothing. Our
Irish identities were destroyed, and then we were inserted into British
families.
I was spliced into the identity of a deceased child of a charmless one-parent British family. Pretty sick stuff. Money changed hands. Which made it all the more illegal.
The "adoptions" were totally criminal under Irish law. They were, in fact, abductions. Made all the worse by the deceit in trying to crush my real identity and even more importantly my Roman Catholic faith. The Orphanage was run by a child welfare "charity" of the Anglican Church, which was completely complicit. That over-educated fool exposed in another message has been child trafficking for decades.
EDIT: Just checked. Can't immediately find that particular piece of "sectioning" paperwork which explicitly names the Windsors being behind my detention at "Norbury Unit", St George's Hospital, Stafford. I'll keep looking for it. Though, the psychiatric operatives did find it unusual that the Windsors had ordered my detention. "Never seen one of these before", chuckled a senior head-shrink "nurse", and he briefly showed me the correspondence from the Windsors' unit. That unit is based in London, iirc, and orders the (unlawful) detention of some 300 people a year, I learned later.
Pretty much nothing was done lawfully in St George's "Hospital" Stafford (chief executive Neil Carr: formal apology still awaited, Mr Carr). I was detained there for several days before receiving any statutory paperwork - no grounds for detention given, no duration of detention, etc. By law, I was also required to be given details of those authorising my detention and the legal avenues for revoking that order, access to a brief, etc. Yet none of that was done. There literally was no paperwork. The unit was run from the top-down by criminals.
One of the psychiatric operatives was even stealing my food from my barren little room! Later he cursed another inmate until he was bed-ridden. He then stole his takeway food from him too, and encouraged the rest of us to share in his thievery. A female psych-operative walked luridly around the locked unit, with her breasts half-exposed. "Beware of her! Honeytrap!" warned another inmate! Any reciprocal advancement was recorded as predatory, he cautioned.
Before even being examined by a single doctor, I was declared "mentally ill". A gang of psychiatric grunts (none of them a qualified doctor) crowded my cell. They told that I was going to be drugged with neuroleptics - a powerful (and dangerous) group of sedatives known also as "major tranquilisers". Under threat that if I refused to be drugged orally, they said they were ordered to use force to inject me with neuroleptics from a hypodermic needle.
The head-shrink who only surfaced some days after my detention was a hulk of a man, a British Asian. He called himself "Dr S". He wouldn't give me any more details about himself than that. I asked his first name, but he outright refused to give it. "Dr S will do". Another male psych-operative, also of Asian descent, claimed that, like me, he had lost a loved one - an uncle he said - in the Troubles - to an "IRA" car bomb on a British Army base, he reckoned. He was a piss-poor liar.
Thank you for the info. All new to me.
P.S. Just wanted to add a big thank you to everyone for your kind words
I was spliced into the identity of a deceased child of a charmless one-parent British family. Pretty sick stuff. Money changed hands. Which made it all the more illegal.
The "adoptions" were totally criminal under Irish law. They were, in fact, abductions. Made all the worse by the deceit in trying to crush my real identity and even more importantly my Roman Catholic faith. The Orphanage was run by a child welfare "charity" of the Anglican Church, which was completely complicit. That over-educated fool exposed in another message has been child trafficking for decades.
You also mentioned that you were sent to the bedlam in 2010 by the Windsors for exposing them . Please elaborate on this more . It sounds a bit lofty and fantastic .I don't know what else there is to say. I've still got some loony-bin paperwork with the Palace's fingerprints on it. The Windsors have a special unit for handling the "sectioning" of people who annoy them (e.g. by exposing the Firm's heroin trafficking). It's a privately run and privately funded unit, iirc.
EDIT: Just checked. Can't immediately find that particular piece of "sectioning" paperwork which explicitly names the Windsors being behind my detention at "Norbury Unit", St George's Hospital, Stafford. I'll keep looking for it. Though, the psychiatric operatives did find it unusual that the Windsors had ordered my detention. "Never seen one of these before", chuckled a senior head-shrink "nurse", and he briefly showed me the correspondence from the Windsors' unit. That unit is based in London, iirc, and orders the (unlawful) detention of some 300 people a year, I learned later.
Pretty much nothing was done lawfully in St George's "Hospital" Stafford (chief executive Neil Carr: formal apology still awaited, Mr Carr). I was detained there for several days before receiving any statutory paperwork - no grounds for detention given, no duration of detention, etc. By law, I was also required to be given details of those authorising my detention and the legal avenues for revoking that order, access to a brief, etc. Yet none of that was done. There literally was no paperwork. The unit was run from the top-down by criminals.
One of the psychiatric operatives was even stealing my food from my barren little room! Later he cursed another inmate until he was bed-ridden. He then stole his takeway food from him too, and encouraged the rest of us to share in his thievery. A female psych-operative walked luridly around the locked unit, with her breasts half-exposed. "Beware of her! Honeytrap!" warned another inmate! Any reciprocal advancement was recorded as predatory, he cautioned.
Before even being examined by a single doctor, I was declared "mentally ill". A gang of psychiatric grunts (none of them a qualified doctor) crowded my cell. They told that I was going to be drugged with neuroleptics - a powerful (and dangerous) group of sedatives known also as "major tranquilisers". Under threat that if I refused to be drugged orally, they said they were ordered to use force to inject me with neuroleptics from a hypodermic needle.
The head-shrink who only surfaced some days after my detention was a hulk of a man, a British Asian. He called himself "Dr S". He wouldn't give me any more details about himself than that. I asked his first name, but he outright refused to give it. "Dr S will do". Another male psych-operative, also of Asian descent, claimed that, like me, he had lost a loved one - an uncle he said - in the Troubles - to an "IRA" car bomb on a British Army base, he reckoned. He was a piss-poor liar.
Referring to child trafficking operations I want to attract your attention to Chinese city of Canton and its Shamian Island where American Consulate is located ( almost next door to the Polish one ) . When I first arrived in this particular place I was shocked by the amount of American couples carrying Chinese toddlers around .
It turned out that the luxurious hotel White Swan ( the same one Kim Dzong Ill allegedly kept on choosing when travelling to Canton/Guangzhou ) was and most certainly still is used as a base for the gigantic operation that results in over 50 thousand adopcies a year .
Thank you for the info. All new to me.
P.S. Just wanted to add a big thank you to everyone for your kind words
It's a complicated story viz my parents.
My real father, an Irishman by birth, was caught up in the early days of The Troubles. For lack of funds, like many of his friends he allied himself with the British military on the island.
My real mother grew up on the other side of "the divide". Her task, as she saw it, was to befriend Dad and gather intelligence on the movements of his RUC unit. But amidst that mindless cat-and-mouse game, the two of them became true friends. It was not long before their friendship turned to love. And, duly, that relationship was consummated and I was conceived.
When it became known that Mum was carrying me, Dad's so-called best friend betrayed him to British military intelligence and Dad was eliminated as a "security risk". Still haven't got to the bottom of what happened to Mum, but she lost her life, too.
However, as an infant, I was "sold at market" and exported by traffickers on the 'cattle ferry' to Britain. At the time, Mum was still with us, and living in the South (where she was born). Heart-broken by the events surrounding Dad's tragic death, she was declared "unfit" to look after me. Almost immediately, I was illegally rendered through the Birds Nest Orphanage in Dun Laoghaire, and parcelled up for sale and shipment to England. Mum "died" shortly afterwards, it was said by her own hand. Which explains, perhaps, the reticence of the Irish State to involve itself in what is easier to see as a "British problem".
For those asking who shoulders most blame: the immediate and unequivocal answer is Queen Elizabeth II.
For over 40 years, the Queen of England has been amply cognisant of these criminal child-trafficking operations and other black operations, carried out in Ireland by her intelligence apparatus. These operations have resulted in untold misery and death to some of the country's most vulnerable individuals: babies and infants.
It is for this reason, and because of Elizabeth's global crimes of drug trafficking, for signing her name to the waging of countless illegal wars of aggression around the world, and for orchestrating numerous unlawful killings both on British soil and overseas, that she should be removed as head of state and jailed without order of time, together with every one of her criminal accomplices.
It's long overdue that the Windsors were ousted from power, put on trial, and the fine British people got their own free constitutional republic, God willing!
My real father, an Irishman by birth, was caught up in the early days of The Troubles. For lack of funds, like many of his friends he allied himself with the British military on the island.
My real mother grew up on the other side of "the divide". Her task, as she saw it, was to befriend Dad and gather intelligence on the movements of his RUC unit. But amidst that mindless cat-and-mouse game, the two of them became true friends. It was not long before their friendship turned to love. And, duly, that relationship was consummated and I was conceived.
When it became known that Mum was carrying me, Dad's so-called best friend betrayed him to British military intelligence and Dad was eliminated as a "security risk". Still haven't got to the bottom of what happened to Mum, but she lost her life, too.
However, as an infant, I was "sold at market" and exported by traffickers on the 'cattle ferry' to Britain. At the time, Mum was still with us, and living in the South (where she was born). Heart-broken by the events surrounding Dad's tragic death, she was declared "unfit" to look after me. Almost immediately, I was illegally rendered through the Birds Nest Orphanage in Dun Laoghaire, and parcelled up for sale and shipment to England. Mum "died" shortly afterwards, it was said by her own hand. Which explains, perhaps, the reticence of the Irish State to involve itself in what is easier to see as a "British problem".
For those asking who shoulders most blame: the immediate and unequivocal answer is Queen Elizabeth II.
For over 40 years, the Queen of England has been amply cognisant of these criminal child-trafficking operations and other black operations, carried out in Ireland by her intelligence apparatus. These operations have resulted in untold misery and death to some of the country's most vulnerable individuals: babies and infants.
It is for this reason, and because of Elizabeth's global crimes of drug trafficking, for signing her name to the waging of countless illegal wars of aggression around the world, and for orchestrating numerous unlawful killings both on British soil and overseas, that she should be removed as head of state and jailed without order of time, together with every one of her criminal accomplices.
It's long overdue that the Windsors were ousted from power, put on trial, and the fine British people got their own free constitutional republic, God willing!
The Brits run some dodgy charity for supposedly sorting out child abductions. So I contacted them and explained it all. After much teeth
sucking, they said they didn't see how they could help. Getting
themselves chalked up as one of those crooked front outfits. Like those
anti-cult charities that are, in truth, run by the cults!
Why didn't I ask the Irish government for help? Various elements in the Irish Government are/were complicit though. Back in the mid-1990s, some answers were sought in Dublin but I was stonewalled. At some point the Office of the Irish President (then Mrs Mary McAleese) was contacted. The response was empathetic but didn't steer me anywhere useful.
A few years ago, in my search for my real parents, my real family, and my real ID, I contacted the Gardai. They put me in touch with an officer at Gardai HQ who was reportedly familiar with these cases. She said liaise first with the local police force in England (West Mercia Constabulary).
I went to the local police station next morning, explained my plight, gave them the Gardai contact number, and was promptly arrested on contrived allegations of harassment. My "mistake" which became the pretext for arresting me, rather than helping me, had been to encourage a witness, some weeks earlier, into giving evidence about an unlawful drug-related killing. The Crown was determined to cover up that killing, and perhaps an earlier killing by the same man, and certainly another killing he planned for the future. And all to keep Queen Elizabeth's drug trade alive in the neighbourhood (Dyfed-Powys Police area.)
And so, a compromised "psychiatrist" (whatever one of those is supposed to be) called Dr N, and a very inexperienced social worker were instructed to "section" me. The social worker was pressured into under-signing Dr N's detention order even though she never got to talk with me!
And that almost brings us up to date. On the event of being "sectioned" (detained on mental health grounds), I got weird grillings from five dubious "psychiatrists". Three of whom were Asians, all of them deciding not to identify themselves by their full practising names.
Were those "doctors" even authorised to detain people? Assuming they were authorised (i.e. approved by the Secretary of State), why did they keep their full identities hidden from me? See Independent newspaper (29 Oct 2012) - "Thousands wrongly sectioned under mental health act following 'technical error'".
The general line of interrogation taken by these state "psychiatrists" has been distinctly weird. They have been obsessed with my supposed belief in "conspiracy theories", and in whether I thought I was under surveillance by "MI5".
One of the most senior "psychiatrists" who interviewed me - a £100,000 a year "consultant" based in Shrewsbury called Dr G - was literally *telling* me that the (unlawful) drug-related killing of Oct 1 2009 was not deliberate, when I strongly believe that it was. So who told Dr G to say that? How was he qualified to state that the death was "just an accident" ? I saw strong evidence to the contrary. Evidence that pointed to it being a deliberate killing. A killing enacted out of *malice*. A killing that was frighteningly similar to two earlier sudden deaths.
Just weeks after that October 2009 killing, the same man was threatening to kill someone else who had annoyed him more than ten years earlier. All strong evidence of murderous intent. Yet Dr G stressed that the Oct 2009 death was "just an accident". Dr G was not much of a "psychiatrist", and even less of a detective
As for the identity of the loony bins, one was called Shelton Mental Hospital (chief executive Neil Carr. Formal apology still awaited Mr Carr). Infamous for a vile 1960s PSYOP atrocity when 24 patients supposedly died in a blaze on a locked mental ward.
The other mental institution was a "secure facility" in Stafford called St George's Hospital (chief executive Neil Carr. Formal apology still awaited Mr Carr). All sorts of weird mind games were played in that (privately-owned "£4000 a week") shit-hole, too. One of their "head-fucks" was to order impromptu meetings using perhaps six or eight psychiatric operatives. During those meetings they would do repeated swaps of the staff in the interview room. With no warning, apology nor explanation, two "nurses" would suddenly stand up and leave, while two more would simultaneously enter. Rinse and repeat. So as to disorientate and confuse. Or so it seemed was their pathetic intent. When challenged over this, they claimed it was normal practice - just routine "staff breaks"!
One of the psychiatric operatives was a British Army "reservist" on secondment to the unit, known both as "M" (on his badge) and as "S" (by his colleagues). He was especially keen to tease open my knowledge of the major Media Frauds like the Apollo Hoax and "911".
"M aka "S" said he was a sci-fi author, and an attendee of the annual Fortean Times "Unconvention" in London (PSYOP shit).
That Orphanage in Dun Laoghaire was used to recycle (sell) loads of us kids to childless Protestant Brits, in a long-running illegal child trafficking operation. According to the official narrative, a famous Man Utd footballer was supposedly re-cycled through the orphanage. It's understood he was never there. Just a fiction to pretend the place turned out some quality stock - a top flight British footballer, no less. Great footballer he may be, but he was never in that orphanage
The orphanage was run by Mrs Smyly's Homes,
a Church of Ireland (Protestant) outfit, which really didn't respect
Roman Catholics. We were sold illegally like butcher's meat to affluent
but childless Protestant British households, so they could "make good of
us". In truth, many of us ended up being abused in the most horrific
ways.
Why didn't I ask the Irish government for help? Various elements in the Irish Government are/were complicit though. Back in the mid-1990s, some answers were sought in Dublin but I was stonewalled. At some point the Office of the Irish President (then Mrs Mary McAleese) was contacted. The response was empathetic but didn't steer me anywhere useful.
A few years ago, in my search for my real parents, my real family, and my real ID, I contacted the Gardai. They put me in touch with an officer at Gardai HQ who was reportedly familiar with these cases. She said liaise first with the local police force in England (West Mercia Constabulary).
I went to the local police station next morning, explained my plight, gave them the Gardai contact number, and was promptly arrested on contrived allegations of harassment. My "mistake" which became the pretext for arresting me, rather than helping me, had been to encourage a witness, some weeks earlier, into giving evidence about an unlawful drug-related killing. The Crown was determined to cover up that killing, and perhaps an earlier killing by the same man, and certainly another killing he planned for the future. And all to keep Queen Elizabeth's drug trade alive in the neighbourhood (Dyfed-Powys Police area.)
And so, a compromised "psychiatrist" (whatever one of those is supposed to be) called Dr N, and a very inexperienced social worker were instructed to "section" me. The social worker was pressured into under-signing Dr N's detention order even though she never got to talk with me!
And that almost brings us up to date. On the event of being "sectioned" (detained on mental health grounds), I got weird grillings from five dubious "psychiatrists". Three of whom were Asians, all of them deciding not to identify themselves by their full practising names.
Were those "doctors" even authorised to detain people? Assuming they were authorised (i.e. approved by the Secretary of State), why did they keep their full identities hidden from me? See Independent newspaper (29 Oct 2012) - "Thousands wrongly sectioned under mental health act following 'technical error'".
The general line of interrogation taken by these state "psychiatrists" has been distinctly weird. They have been obsessed with my supposed belief in "conspiracy theories", and in whether I thought I was under surveillance by "MI5".
One of the most senior "psychiatrists" who interviewed me - a £100,000 a year "consultant" based in Shrewsbury called Dr G - was literally *telling* me that the (unlawful) drug-related killing of Oct 1 2009 was not deliberate, when I strongly believe that it was. So who told Dr G to say that? How was he qualified to state that the death was "just an accident" ? I saw strong evidence to the contrary. Evidence that pointed to it being a deliberate killing. A killing enacted out of *malice*. A killing that was frighteningly similar to two earlier sudden deaths.
Just weeks after that October 2009 killing, the same man was threatening to kill someone else who had annoyed him more than ten years earlier. All strong evidence of murderous intent. Yet Dr G stressed that the Oct 2009 death was "just an accident". Dr G was not much of a "psychiatrist", and even less of a detective
As for the identity of the loony bins, one was called Shelton Mental Hospital (chief executive Neil Carr. Formal apology still awaited Mr Carr). Infamous for a vile 1960s PSYOP atrocity when 24 patients supposedly died in a blaze on a locked mental ward.
The other mental institution was a "secure facility" in Stafford called St George's Hospital (chief executive Neil Carr. Formal apology still awaited Mr Carr). All sorts of weird mind games were played in that (privately-owned "£4000 a week") shit-hole, too. One of their "head-fucks" was to order impromptu meetings using perhaps six or eight psychiatric operatives. During those meetings they would do repeated swaps of the staff in the interview room. With no warning, apology nor explanation, two "nurses" would suddenly stand up and leave, while two more would simultaneously enter. Rinse and repeat. So as to disorientate and confuse. Or so it seemed was their pathetic intent. When challenged over this, they claimed it was normal practice - just routine "staff breaks"!
One of the psychiatric operatives was a British Army "reservist" on secondment to the unit, known both as "M" (on his badge) and as "S" (by his colleagues). He was especially keen to tease open my knowledge of the major Media Frauds like the Apollo Hoax and "911".
"M aka "S" said he was a sci-fi author, and an attendee of the annual Fortean Times "Unconvention" in London (PSYOP shit).
That Orphanage in Dun Laoghaire was used to recycle (sell) loads of us kids to childless Protestant Brits, in a long-running illegal child trafficking operation. According to the official narrative, a famous Man Utd footballer was supposedly re-cycled through the orphanage. It's understood he was never there. Just a fiction to pretend the place turned out some quality stock - a top flight British footballer, no less. Great footballer he may be, but he was never in that orphanage
The orphanage was run by Mrs Smyly's Homes,
a Church of Ireland (Protestant) outfit, which really didn't respect
Roman Catholics. We were sold illegally like butcher's meat to affluent
but childless Protestant British households, so they could "make good of
us". In truth, many of us ended up being abused in the most horrific
ways.
This Grade I listed building below is one of a number of assets the child traffickers bought with their dirty money. (The current owners/occupants are completely unconnected to the criminal activities that took place there in the 1970s and 1980s). Back then, the place was filthy. Broken glass, dangerous debris and dirt everywhere. Mostly derelict.
There was a large cellar at the rear of the Tudor Shops with access gained by a flight of brick steps from the outside. In the cellar were a couple of tea-chests and a large number of old scientific books (one or two I still have).
There was a circular medieval water well sunk into the ground of the cellar. It was mysteriously filled in with recent brick rubble. We were told that T** had filled it in for safety reasons. Though I came to wonder what was at the bottom of the well. Why put hours of labour into throwing tonnes of brick rubble down a disused well, when a simple grille would suffice? Something to hide down there, T**?
The hostelry next door to the Tudor Shops is the world-famous Swan Hotel, Lavenham.
Famous haunt for MI6 spook Howard Marks, the drug-trafficking poster
pin-up boy of Queen Elizabeth II. See page 177 of Marks' autobiography,
"Mr Nice". In 1969, the village of Lavenham, appropriately, perhaps,
became the backdrop for the horror movie The Witchfinder General, starring Vincent Price. Described by one playwright as "the most persistently sadistic and morally rotten film I have seen."
A couple of miles down the road in the village of Brent Eleigh was "Sir" David Barran, former chairman of Midland Bank (British end of HSBC, aka the HongShang). To this day, the HongShang is the centre-piece of Her Majesty's Drug Trade. Barran for reasons unknown was addressed as "Bumper" by those close to him. At one time, Barran was also a chairman of Royal Dutch Shell.
The Barrans' Suffolk home, Brent Eleigh Hall, is an important navigational point well-known to aviation pilots as "Peppermint Palace" because of its unusual minty colour. It stands to the south west of the early C14 Parish Church of St Mary the Virgin
At the top of Lady Street in Lavenham is the Guildhall of Corpus Christi.
As with the whole village itself, the magnificent Guildhall stands
defiled before God by fallen men and women like those above.
Another part of MI6's illegal financing comes from the theft of estates. In one of several cases with which I am familiar, it was the estate of a renowned professor of industrial metallurgy. At the time of his death, Professor Alfred John Murphy CBE, was apparently living in a penthouse riverside apartment on St Mary's Street in Bedford, after a prestigious career, one-time chair at University of Birmingham and finally Vice Chancellor of (RAF) Cranfield College of Aeronautics, where he was apparently an expert in air accident investigation.
Late one evening in Cambridge city centre in a fit of jealous anger, an MI6 agent-to-be (photographed above: real name John Houghton) bludgeoned to death the youngest son of Professor Alfred John Murphy. That man was a young freshman called Timothy Gayleard Murphy,
John Houghton was an unkempt and uninspiring student at the city's technical college. While Timothy Murphy was a promising undergraduate, accepted up to St John's College, Cambridge to read mathematics. As the innocent young Murphy lay dead on the ground, covered in blood, Houghton rifled his pockets. Finding a wallet holding Murphy's identification documents and his college room keys, Houghton stole them. When a first-aider rushed to help, Houghton let her think that Murphy's corpse was that of "my friend, John Houghton". The Crown arranged the burial
Armed with the stolen ID, Houghton, as the resurrected "Timothy Gayleard Murphy", went on to assume the college place of the man he had just murdered. It was an easy deception. It was the beginning of the first term and (the real) Murphy hadn't yet forged many friendships, and so the I.D. switch wasn't immediately obvious. Even so, it was muttered throughout the College that "something funny" had happened to Murphy because of his reclusive character change.
While Houghton was witnessed in his murderous act, and fingered many times for his decades-long involvement with MI6 no one else, to date, has come forward to formally report what they know about the murder and the child abductions. [It's never too late. See: http://www.crimestoppers-uk.org/]
By now matriculated, Houghton aka "Timothy Gayleard Murphy" even went on to obtain a PhD in "Number Theory" at St Catharine's College, Cambridge. An Oxbridge PhD being a virtual formality for those of the "right" social background, real or assumed. While those vulnerable to blackmail are especially suited to a life caged in the British intelligence apparatus. And indeed that was the fate of Houghton aka "Timothy Gayleard Murphy". He was settled in Trinity College, Dublin and formally recruited into the Crown's child-trafficking operations out of Ireland.
Professor Alfred John Murphy died in 1979, never understanding what became of his (murdered) youngest son. All he knew was that Timothy had "simply vanished", never to be heard from again. Some years earlier, an MI6 agent embedded in St John's College, a man fully aware of the murder, told the Professor by telephone that Timothy had reportedly emigrated. The deeply saddened Professor still named Timothy as a beneficiary in his will, in the distant hope that he would one day return.
On learning of the Professor's death, "Timothy Gayleard Murphy" (the murdering imposter) aided by at least three accomplices: (a man calling himself "Britton", Anthea Nicholls a.k.a. "Anthea Murphy" and "Esther Sherman" a.k.a. "Esther Murphy") engineered their "inheritance" of much of the estate of the late Professor Alfred John Murphy.
The only rightful inheritor of that estate was the Professor's sole surviving son, Paul Gayleard Murphy, a Rutherford Award-winning particle physicist. Last known address of (Professor) Paul Gayleard Murphy, a single man with no natural heirs, was Rusholme, Manchester M14 5GZ. Total value of that stolen estate today: close to £1.5m.
Another associate in the same MI6 ring is a man in his mid-50s calling himself "Jonathan Richard Murphy". He claims to be the son of "Timothy Gayleard Murphy".
"Jonathan Richard Murphy" has claimed various links to University of Cardiff, Wales, the United Nations, the INLA (a false-flag terrorist group in Ireland run by the Crown), the World Bank, the city of Copenhagen, Denmark, Defence Colony in Delhi, India, Almaty in Khazakhstan, and the cities of Edmonton and Ottawa in Canada.
In Ottawa, "Murphy" apparently ran a private intelligence bureau. His bureau was charged in the Canada Parliament (see Hansards Canada) with blackmailing Canadian Tory politicians who were laundering drug money through a $100m laundromat at the Bank of Nova Scotia in London.
"Jonathan Richard Murphy" purportedly worked for the Canadian-Russian Round Table. Ostensibly engaged in charity work in Russia, "Murphy" was believed to be an operative in the wider British destabilisation programme run through the British Empire's NGO sector across the Russian Caucasus region. (See correspondence of 3 September 2010 with Mr Yury Viktorovich Fedotov, Russian Ambassador to London, and others).
Multiple passport holding MI6 agent, "Jonathan Richard Murphy", also said he was in Niger on a UN mission ostensibly "assisting local democracy". This was the "Yellowcake Scandal", a PSYOP in which forged documents were printed on paperwork stolen under cover of that UN mission from the Niger Government, and used as a cassus belli for the illegal invasion of Iraq.
"Jonathan Richard Murphy", associated with a "Ms Joan Howe", said to be a Canadian diplomat's daughter, claimed to be party to sensitive information on the wife of former Canadian premier, Jean Chretien. Purportedly, Chretien's wife was a mind control victim of notorious CIA psychiatrist, Dr Donald Ewan Cameron. The late Dr Cameron was infamous for his induced narcolepsy torture programmes. "Murphy" allegedly authored a stinging attack on Chretien published in the Globe & Mail, before moving to Almaty, KZ, to work for Khazakhstan's (puppet) President, Nursultan Nazarbaev.
During his time in Edmonton, Alberta Canada, "Jonathan Richard Murphy", an habitual drug user, claimed to have harboured in his city home, an INLA (false-flag Crown) terrorist named "Anthony Sharkey". "Murphy" claimed that the RCMP raided his home with an international arrest warrant searching for "Sharkey", in connection with "Sharkey's" alleged role in kidnappings in the province of Ulster.
It was in Edmonton (12033 92nd St), on just the one occasion, that I saw both MI6 agents, "Jonathan Richard Murphy" and "Timothy Gayleard Murphy" together.
Returning to John Houghton (aka "Timothy Gayleard Murphy"), in one of those thankfully few encounters I had with him, he sought to entice me into a MI6 career in "gun-running", presumably into Ireland. An opportunity which, obviously, was not taken up!
For those interested in Queen Elizabeth's Dope Trade, two e-books, linked below, are recommended. There is a much newer edition of EIR's excellent first book, Dope Inc., but it's not yet available, so far as I know, in free e-book form.
Thank you for taking the time to read this
[1] http://miami.media.indypgh.org/uploads/2007/02/lyndon_larouche___dope__inc.___britain_s_opium_war_against_the_u.s__1978_.pdf
[2] http://chomikuj.pl/kuszaba/Polityka/Dr+John+Coleman/Dr+John+Coleman+-+Drug+War+Against+America+nternational+Drug+Trade+as+Weapon+of+War+%282009%29,163675796.pdf
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| Tudor Shops, Lady Street, Lavenham, Suffolk |
A couple of miles down the road in the village of Brent Eleigh was "Sir" David Barran, former chairman of Midland Bank (British end of HSBC, aka the HongShang). To this day, the HongShang is the centre-piece of Her Majesty's Drug Trade. Barran for reasons unknown was addressed as "Bumper" by those close to him. At one time, Barran was also a chairman of Royal Dutch Shell.
The Barrans' Suffolk home, Brent Eleigh Hall, is an important navigational point well-known to aviation pilots as "Peppermint Palace" because of its unusual minty colour. It stands to the south west of the early C14 Parish Church of St Mary the Virgin
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| Brent Eleigh Hall estate Until his death, the Suffolk home of Sir David Barran, Midland Bank (HongShang) chairman, site of international drug trafficking
Back then (maybe still now) the Brent Eleigh Hall estate was used as a
landing pad for trafficking drugs in from continental Europe. "Sir"
David Barran's youngest son Adrian Barran was an accomplice of "Lord"
Frederick Hervey, the so-called "7th Marquess of Bristol". According to
Barran's grandson, their friend "the Marquess" would traffic narcotics
(heroin, cocaine, etc) across from the Channel island of Jersey in his
helicopter and off-load his illicit cargo in the secluded grounds of
Brent Eleigh Hall.
Barran Jr would then hawk the dope around the posh end of Kensington, like a barrow boy. "All right, buh?!"
The Hervey family pile, the vast Ickworth House Estate
a few miles to the north, outside the town of Bury St Edmunds, was a
notorious venue for child sex and drugs parties. "Lord" Hervey was to
die at just 44, allegedly from AIDS (officially "multiple organ
failure").
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Another part of MI6's illegal financing comes from the theft of estates. In one of several cases with which I am familiar, it was the estate of a renowned professor of industrial metallurgy. At the time of his death, Professor Alfred John Murphy CBE, was apparently living in a penthouse riverside apartment on St Mary's Street in Bedford, after a prestigious career, one-time chair at University of Birmingham and finally Vice Chancellor of (RAF) Cranfield College of Aeronautics, where he was apparently an expert in air accident investigation.
Late one evening in Cambridge city centre in a fit of jealous anger, an MI6 agent-to-be (photographed above: real name John Houghton) bludgeoned to death the youngest son of Professor Alfred John Murphy. That man was a young freshman called Timothy Gayleard Murphy,
John Houghton was an unkempt and uninspiring student at the city's technical college. While Timothy Murphy was a promising undergraduate, accepted up to St John's College, Cambridge to read mathematics. As the innocent young Murphy lay dead on the ground, covered in blood, Houghton rifled his pockets. Finding a wallet holding Murphy's identification documents and his college room keys, Houghton stole them. When a first-aider rushed to help, Houghton let her think that Murphy's corpse was that of "my friend, John Houghton". The Crown arranged the burial
Armed with the stolen ID, Houghton, as the resurrected "Timothy Gayleard Murphy", went on to assume the college place of the man he had just murdered. It was an easy deception. It was the beginning of the first term and (the real) Murphy hadn't yet forged many friendships, and so the I.D. switch wasn't immediately obvious. Even so, it was muttered throughout the College that "something funny" had happened to Murphy because of his reclusive character change.
While Houghton was witnessed in his murderous act, and fingered many times for his decades-long involvement with MI6 no one else, to date, has come forward to formally report what they know about the murder and the child abductions. [It's never too late. See: http://www.crimestoppers-uk.org/]
By now matriculated, Houghton aka "Timothy Gayleard Murphy" even went on to obtain a PhD in "Number Theory" at St Catharine's College, Cambridge. An Oxbridge PhD being a virtual formality for those of the "right" social background, real or assumed. While those vulnerable to blackmail are especially suited to a life caged in the British intelligence apparatus. And indeed that was the fate of Houghton aka "Timothy Gayleard Murphy". He was settled in Trinity College, Dublin and formally recruited into the Crown's child-trafficking operations out of Ireland.
Professor Alfred John Murphy died in 1979, never understanding what became of his (murdered) youngest son. All he knew was that Timothy had "simply vanished", never to be heard from again. Some years earlier, an MI6 agent embedded in St John's College, a man fully aware of the murder, told the Professor by telephone that Timothy had reportedly emigrated. The deeply saddened Professor still named Timothy as a beneficiary in his will, in the distant hope that he would one day return.
On learning of the Professor's death, "Timothy Gayleard Murphy" (the murdering imposter) aided by at least three accomplices: (a man calling himself "Britton", Anthea Nicholls a.k.a. "Anthea Murphy" and "Esther Sherman" a.k.a. "Esther Murphy") engineered their "inheritance" of much of the estate of the late Professor Alfred John Murphy.
The only rightful inheritor of that estate was the Professor's sole surviving son, Paul Gayleard Murphy, a Rutherford Award-winning particle physicist. Last known address of (Professor) Paul Gayleard Murphy, a single man with no natural heirs, was Rusholme, Manchester M14 5GZ. Total value of that stolen estate today: close to £1.5m.
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Another associate in the same MI6 ring is a man in his mid-50s calling himself "Jonathan Richard Murphy". He claims to be the son of "Timothy Gayleard Murphy".
"Jonathan Richard Murphy" has claimed various links to University of Cardiff, Wales, the United Nations, the INLA (a false-flag terrorist group in Ireland run by the Crown), the World Bank, the city of Copenhagen, Denmark, Defence Colony in Delhi, India, Almaty in Khazakhstan, and the cities of Edmonton and Ottawa in Canada.
In Ottawa, "Murphy" apparently ran a private intelligence bureau. His bureau was charged in the Canada Parliament (see Hansards Canada) with blackmailing Canadian Tory politicians who were laundering drug money through a $100m laundromat at the Bank of Nova Scotia in London.
"Jonathan Richard Murphy" purportedly worked for the Canadian-Russian Round Table. Ostensibly engaged in charity work in Russia, "Murphy" was believed to be an operative in the wider British destabilisation programme run through the British Empire's NGO sector across the Russian Caucasus region. (See correspondence of 3 September 2010 with Mr Yury Viktorovich Fedotov, Russian Ambassador to London, and others).
Multiple passport holding MI6 agent, "Jonathan Richard Murphy", also said he was in Niger on a UN mission ostensibly "assisting local democracy". This was the "Yellowcake Scandal", a PSYOP in which forged documents were printed on paperwork stolen under cover of that UN mission from the Niger Government, and used as a cassus belli for the illegal invasion of Iraq.
"Jonathan Richard Murphy", associated with a "Ms Joan Howe", said to be a Canadian diplomat's daughter, claimed to be party to sensitive information on the wife of former Canadian premier, Jean Chretien. Purportedly, Chretien's wife was a mind control victim of notorious CIA psychiatrist, Dr Donald Ewan Cameron. The late Dr Cameron was infamous for his induced narcolepsy torture programmes. "Murphy" allegedly authored a stinging attack on Chretien published in the Globe & Mail, before moving to Almaty, KZ, to work for Khazakhstan's (puppet) President, Nursultan Nazarbaev.
During his time in Edmonton, Alberta Canada, "Jonathan Richard Murphy", an habitual drug user, claimed to have harboured in his city home, an INLA (false-flag Crown) terrorist named "Anthony Sharkey". "Murphy" claimed that the RCMP raided his home with an international arrest warrant searching for "Sharkey", in connection with "Sharkey's" alleged role in kidnappings in the province of Ulster.
It was in Edmonton (12033 92nd St), on just the one occasion, that I saw both MI6 agents, "Jonathan Richard Murphy" and "Timothy Gayleard Murphy" together.
Returning to John Houghton (aka "Timothy Gayleard Murphy"), in one of those thankfully few encounters I had with him, he sought to entice me into a MI6 career in "gun-running", presumably into Ireland. An opportunity which, obviously, was not taken up!
For those interested in Queen Elizabeth's Dope Trade, two e-books, linked below, are recommended. There is a much newer edition of EIR's excellent first book, Dope Inc., but it's not yet available, so far as I know, in free e-book form.
Thank you for taking the time to read this
[1] http://miami.media.indypgh.org/uploads/2007/02/lyndon_larouche___dope__inc.___britain_s_opium_war_against_the_u.s__1978_.pdf
[2] http://chomikuj.pl/kuszaba/Polityka/Dr+John+Coleman/Dr+John+Coleman+-+Drug+War+Against+America+nternational+Drug+Trade+as+Weapon+of+War+%282009%29,163675796.pdf
A little bit more
on me.. I was abducted as an orphaned baby from the Irish Republic by a
Crown agent in a large-scale child trafficking operation. The Crown
agent lives variously in Dun Laoghaire (York Rd), Co Dublin and
Anghiari, Tuscany. He has links to University of Cambridge (where he
was recruited), Trinity College Dublin, which has given him a figleaf
career in the Maths Dept, (RAF) Cranfield in Bedfordshire, England, the
City of Bedford itself, and in the 1980s, Lavenham, Suffolk, England,
where valuable property assets were secured through the repugnant
criminal activities, for the ongoing operation.
Since the "Troubles" began in the early 70s, this same agent has been involved in over 70 child abductions from the Irish Republic. His Dublin base has been a former Smily's Homes orphanage on York Road Dun Laoghaire, which he operated with a female accomplice (common-law wife?) "Ann" and her apparent daughter "Deirdre". The Orphanage was forced to close and was exposed later in the Dail (Irish Parliament) as a notorious centre for child abuse. The Crown agent was given (a large part of) the former Orphanage, in lieu of payment for his role in child trafficking. His part of the former "Birds Nest" Orphanage is known as Killeen.
Since the "Troubles" began in the early 70s, this same agent has been involved in over 70 child abductions from the Irish Republic. His Dublin base has been a former Smily's Homes orphanage on York Road Dun Laoghaire, which he operated with a female accomplice (common-law wife?) "Ann" and her apparent daughter "Deirdre". The Orphanage was forced to close and was exposed later in the Dail (Irish Parliament) as a notorious centre for child abuse. The Crown agent was given (a large part of) the former Orphanage, in lieu of payment for his role in child trafficking. His part of the former "Birds Nest" Orphanage is known as Killeen.
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| Child Abducting Agent of British Crown |
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| The Birds Nest Orphanage, York Road, Dun Laoghaire - Notorious Centre for Child Abuse / Child Abduction ring |
The Windsors had me jailed in September 2010 in two secure mental hospitals for confronting them over their 150 year control of the drug trade which is ongoing today. Viz the opium-growing and heroin production in Afghanistan, their dirty money laundering through the HongShang (HSBC) and the Queen of England's personal laundromat for drug money, the "Quantum Fund". A dirty money hole managed by George Soros, off-shored to the Dutch Antilles. A domicile under the control of Elizabeth's drug-trafficking cousin, Queen Beatrix, the spawn of card-carrying NAZI and Bilderberg founder, "Prince" Bernhardt.
There have been many drug-related deaths in this vicinity, with the Windsors' fingerprints all over them. One in which the killer admitted his guilt to my best friend. After an argument, he injected someone (a non-heroin user in his mid-30s) with a massive dose of heroin while he was asleep. The man was found dead the next morning by a 14 year old boy. I wrote to "Queen Elizabeth" demanding her abdication and jailing because of her leading role in creating this misery from the drug trade. She and her slithery flunkies - a compromised "psychiatrist", his compromised colleague and a PSYOP'ing police surgeon, all based in Shrewsbury, England- had me locked up for 28 days. Was it something I said, Betty?
There's a good passage about the Iniquity of Kings in the Second Book of the Maccabees. Chapters 6 and 7. You won't find the Books in the "King James Version" of the Bible. The forebears of today's Windsors had the Maccabees airbrushed out. They really don't like us to read those words. Why ever not?!
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