Tuesday, 1 February 2022

Jon Anderson

Ive been meaning to make this blog post for years, not sure how to say this, its probably going to sound a bit crazy. But, here goes. Ill probably have to edit it a few times to add to it, its quite deep, quite emotional, I will probably have to stop and add to it a few times. Ive always loved the band Yes. Their energy, the complexity of their music, and tbe mysterious lyrics that I struggled to understand. Jon Anderson's own struggle with spirituality, his searching for the Source, his lyrics, his thoughts awakened something deep within me. When i was 13,I was locked in a basement cell, the Pindown child abuse scandal.I was very very frightened, but tne music I had in my head, I was comforted by the music I carried in my head. I was playing that music as if my head was a tape recorder, it comforted me. At one point I felt the presence of someone in the cell beside me, holding my hand, comforting me. The music I was playing over and over in my head the most was the music of Yes. I dont really understand why I did this, but I pushed my love of the music of Yes into the back of my mind, I didnt even own any of their music until my son nagged and nagged me to listen to Everything Everything, and I was completely blown away by their music. I started to get excited about music again, and told my son that my favourite band had been Yes, and he listened to Heart of the Sunrise, and, well, he looked at me incredulous, and I kind of did the same. Why didnt I even have a single album by tbis band? That was soon remedied, a few online shopping sprees later we were deepening our mother/son relationship over Fragile, Close to the Edge and the magnificent Tales from Topographic Oceans. I finally got to see Yes on Sunday 17th June 2018. They were playing at the Stone Free Festival at the O2 in London, and I bought tickets. I almost didnt go, because I was suffering from deep trauma. I had been stalked, by people with the intent to destroy me, I have already made a post elsewhere about those wicked attempts to destroy me so I will just leave it at that, as I want to concentrate on what happened that weekend, on the 16th 17th and 18th June 2018. I nearly didnt go, and my son had to prod me into going, he knew how much I would regret it if I didnt go. How glad I am now that I plucked up courage! We travelled to London by train, and managed to find our lodging, after a bit of wandering round Greenwich. We travelled on Saturday, so as to have plenty of time to find the O2 the next day.I was still so frightened of being in London, I was suffering so badly from trauma, so I told my son I intended to stay in the hotel until tbe concert. But...it was a lovely evening, and I changed my mind. We walked round Greenwich, and to my astonishment, there was the Cutty Sark, I had no idea that ship was so near to where we were staying. We had a beautiful evening, walking round Greenwich, watching the boats and ships on the Thames. It was such a blessed evening, and my heart began to feel quiet and still, peaceful. The colours of the evening, it was just a really beautiful sunset, a really beautiful blessed night. I really felt Gods presence that night, the presence of angels around me. It was just beautiful. The next day, we went for a walk around the shops. We found a vinyl record shop, and I asked the guy at the till where the progressive rock music was, and he showed me. Next thing, Chris Squires album Fish out of Water was reverberating round the shop. I thanked the guy for putting that record on for us, and he said "I didnt put it on for you, I put it on for myself, Im a massive Yes fan" I asked him if he was going to the concert the next day, and he said "What concert?" The upshot was, he ended up buying the spare ticket I had bought for my partner, who hates Yes, I had bought my partner a ticket but he wouldnt come to the concert as he just cant stand Yes, so that was another blessing, that guy who was also a lifelong Yes fan got a ticket to see his favourite band! I know this post probably sounds strange and as if its just about favourite bands, Im really struggling to find the right words to express myself and explain what happened that weekend, I will have to stop here for a bit, I wont edit anything out but Ill use the edit button to add to this post. I'm back, ready to add more to this post. The weekend, well tne only way I can describe it is that I felt surrounded by angels. I had been so terrified to go to London, because of the horrific way I had been treated, which I dont really want to go into on this post, I just want tp concentrate on the blessings which were piled onto me that weekend. We wandered round Greenwich, so many lovely people, it was a beautiful day. I stopped to look at some lovely wild flowers, poppies and cornflowers, growing outside a church, someone spotted me and called me over, asked if I wanted to look round the church. Now, Im not keen on churches, because of trauma, but we went in, and spent an hour listening to the best choir I have ever heard in my life, they actually sounded like angels. There was a very old organ in the church, Thomas Tallus, I believe it was his music the choir was singing.I felt so wonderful, completely immersed in the beautiful music. We decided that as it was a Yes concert we needed to find a very lovely way to get to the O2, and rode on the river boat along the Thames. We approached the O2, and it seemed like we were approaching a space ship, it kind of resembled one of the Roger Dean pictures which grace the covers of many of Yes's albums. I was very nervous as we went in. I have a phobia of dark uniforms, but the O2 staff were wearing bright friendly looking uniforms,fleece and trousers, and that was another fear/trauma hurdle cleared for me. I had packed a little gift for Jon Anderson, a tiny box of paints and ten mini paintings of his albums and I really didnt know if he would ever receive them, the security staff were really friendly and said they would give them to Jon. I wanted him to know what his albums meant to me. Someone from Sky approached us, and asked if we wanted to use the VIP lounge. We of course said yes, and were taken to a lovely room with a bar, it had a quiet area where I was able to sit, and not feel stressed, a really good place for someone trying to recover from deep trauma. We went to find our seats, and one of the O2 staff asked if we wanted to upgrade our seats. Of course we said yes, and we were taken to seats much nearer to the stage. We went for a loo break after watching Roger Hodgesson. He and his band were wonderful by the way. As we came out, a man was kind of laughing and pointing at my son. My son is a musician, and I have made him several coats to wear on stage. The coat he was wearing was bright blue, and I had asked him not to wear it to go to London, as i was so traumatised and terrified of MI5 stalkers (with good reason if you read my life history), I just wanted us to be bland and blend in, thank goodness my son decided to ignore my fears that weekend, because the man turned out to be a friend of Rick Wakeman, he joked that Rick would love my sons coat, and I joked back that Id be happy to make Rick one, it ended with Ricks friend giving us backstage tickets to meet Rick afterwards! I nearly fainted, I was so overcome! Im struggling to finish this post. Its not just about meeting my favourite band, theres much more to it than that. Its about miracles. Some very strange and wonderful things happened that weekend, one of them involved the man who runs Christian Voice, Stephen Green. I was the woman in the yellow dress that he spotted striding accross the platform, an answer to his prayer, I havent even told Stephen, he has no idea I was in London that weekend, and I had no idea he was there either. If you want to know what Im talking about look up Christian Voice for round about that date, he wrote about it shortly afterwards. I was shocked when I read what he had written, I was in awe and wonder. It was even more evidence to me that God is with us. And I needed so badly that confirmation.

Wednesday, 10 November 2021

Mishcon de Reya

A friend of mine has just drawn my attention to this law firm. I will repost part of their Wikipedia entry: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mishcon_de_Reya Notable clients Edit In 1995, the firm gained attention when Anthony Julius represented Diana, Princess of Wales, in her divorce. (Madonna) is a client of the firm In 2000, the firm represented Deborah Lipstadt in the case David Irving v Penguin Books and Deborah Lipstadt. The 2016 film Denial was based on this case. Mishcon de Reya's Employment team won a ground-breaking victory in the UK Supreme Court on behalf of its client, Krista Bates van Winkelhof, in which it was determined that members of LLPs do have the protection of whistleblowing legislation.[12] In 2016 the Supreme Court ruled financial claims can be brought over 20 years after divorce for client Kathleen Wyatt.[13] In 2016 the company co-ordinated a challenge in the High Court by Gina Miller, an investment manager and philanthropist, against the process of the United Kingdom's withdrawal from the European Union.[14] The Government in January 2017 appealed the High Court ruling to the Supreme Court, but were unsuccessful. In a majority decision, it ruled that Parliament must vote on whether the Government can start the process of the United Kingdom's withdrawal from the European Union.[15] In 2019 the Court of Appeal overturned the Judgment of Mr Justice Warby dated 8 October 2018 which had refused Mishcon de Reya's client, Richard Lloyd, permission to serve a representative action on Google LLC. The claim relates to what is known as the "Safari Workaround" - Google's alleged unlawful and clandestine tracking of iPhone users in 2011 and 2012 without their consent through the use of third party cookies.[16]

Wednesday, 13 October 2021

Struggling a bit

Sorry for not updating this blog very often, Ive been having a bit of a struggle, a dark night of the soul. Coming to terms with some pretty shitty behaviour from so called friends. Calling people shitty names behind their back isnt exactly what I call a token of friendship. And ghosting them instead of apologising is mean and cowardly. Recognising someones toxic behaviour is part of my healing I suppose. It bloody well hurts though.

Saturday, 5 June 2021

Harassment from the NHS

Im writing this blog post as a record of another episode of harassment from Common Purpose scum. I rarely blog these days but I will use this blog in future as a record of incidents of harassment. Yesterday, June 5th at 6.47pm a woman calling herself Lynn Ballinger, a nurse from Mansion House surgery in Stone telephoned my home asking for a menber of my household who I will call x who was out at the time. I asked her what she wanted, and she told me she was inviting x to have the covid vaccination. I told her " I think you mean the clinical trial which ends in 2023" but she said " No, the vaccination " and this went on several times until I asked her if she had researched this treatment, and she said she had not. So I asked for her full name, as she had only given her first name, which I think is very out of order and unprofessional, and she reluctantly gave it, and I told her that what she was inviting x to was a clinical trial which has been the cause of a lot of serious side effects, blood clots and deaths. She then told me that she had done research, and started to spout off about her committee meetings and nonsense. I stopped her right there and told her there was an ongoing law suit being prepared for the people who have been damaged and killed by this clinical trial. She said "So youre refusing the vaccination" and I said, " No, its not up to me, its up to x, I know x will want to speak to you about this so please can you give me your telephone number so that I can pass it on to x to ring you" She then told me she couldnt give me her nunber as she was using a locked mobile! I asked if she could give any number and she said no! I asked her why not and she said I hadnt given her my name! She asked my name and I told her my name was none of her business. This went on for some time, eventually I asked her if x could ring the surgery, and she said yes. I found the whole incident outrageous. What on earth are they using locked mobile phones for? Why are they not using the SURGURY phone number? The whole thing absolutely reeks of corruption.

Thursday, 27 May 2021


Im writing another book at the moment. I'm having to spend more and more time resting these days, so I hope I will have time to finish it. I have tried to live a good life and not to hurt other people. And Ive been very brave, and fought a valiant fight against child abuse and trafficking. And I have tried to stay true to myself, and to God, and not sold my soul. The love of money is the root of all evil. Money is not the problem, its the love of it, the grabbing and grabbing of it that is the cause of evil. When money, making more and more money pushes out the decency of your life, when the pursuit of it makes you turn aside from your hearts desire, it robs you of your joy and strength. Guarding your stash blinds you to the beauty of your existence. You spend your time and energy and beauty guarding that stash from everyone, even your loved ones. Its so sad how the love of money uglifies everything. I pray with all my heart and soul that the wicked spell will be broken. And I pray for my friend to manage to get through the eye of a needle..

Thursday, 22 April 2021


Most if not all of the problems on this planet could be solved if only we people knew what love is, and put it into practice. 

Love is more than a pretty feeling, it's a whole body decision to cherish, to do righteousness.  It's an act of worship.

Paedophiles shouldn't be called that. The word means lover of children. Paedophiles don't love children, they lust after children, they lose interest in the child once the child has become adult.  That's not love, it's lust. 

Notching conquests of pretty girls on a bedpost isn't love either, it's disgraceful predatory behaviour.  We have an ugly example of that in the current Prime Minister. What  a pity Jeremy Corbyn was robbed of the job of leading this country,  we needed a man who first knows how to love and cherish his own family. Instead we have a man who could not care less about what happens to the people in his own family circle, and even less about the rest of us. 

Love Thy Neighbour. It doesn't mean spying and snooping on your neighbours, curtain twitching, and grassing them up to the authorities for ridiculous non crimes. 

Love yourself.  A hard one for many of us, including myself. Us child abuse/trafficking victims have a particularly hard time loving ourselves because we've been on the receiving end of some pretty grim treatment. But we have to try, because we are worthy of kindness and love too. Keeping our own bodies as healthy and beautiful as we can is an act of love and gratitude to our Creator. Forgiving ourselves and comforting ourselves after we've gone spiralling into self destructive mode is loving ourselves. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and you can reverse that, people who have been cruelly broken need to reverse that as well.

Love the Lord your God. We are created, we were made frail and graceful beings, naked and innocent. We have become the most terrifying and wicked creatures on the planet!  The wildings fear most people,  because they know what terrible things people do. What a joy it is to be trusted by wildings, to have their trust so much that they come bounding up to you when they see you, because they recognise a friend. It's such a privilege to be invited in to a family of birds, when they trust you so much they ask you to help them when a predator is stalking their nest.  You don't have to be Dr Dolittle to understand their language, you simply have to love them and listen and watch. 

The other creatures on this planet are exploited because of our failure to love them and ourselves. The supermarket is full of dead body parts of poor enslaved tortured murder victims,  cold slabs of death, and most of us were brainwashed into believing we had to fuel our own bodies on these gruesome remains. Our own bodies are polluted with death and a cocktail of poisons, instead of being nourished with food grown from sunshine and rainfall. The lies of the advertisers tell us we will get sick if we don't  eat animal products, well all I can say about that is take a good look at the state of the people, look how obese and sick we have become as a nation. The Church actually told me that refusing to eat exploited animals was a wicked sin and disrespectful to God. I have had to rethink many of my own spiritual beliefs recently, because some things just don't make any sense. I don't think I'm insulting my Creator by  trying to care for my own health and by refusing to take any part in the mass murder and exploitation of other creatures. 

Lastly, I don't believe the Beatles were right.  They sang "All you need is Love", but I think you need Faith as well. Rejecting our Creator robs us of our own strength. We need to accept Love as well as give it. 

Tuesday, 20 April 2021


 That's my name for the so called "intelligence" services that is the cuckoo nest of filthy child trafficking scum, which is the ruination of this country. 

it really isn't a very intelligent thing to do to persecute child trafficking victims, and especially ones who have given their hearts to the Holy Spirit. The sheer stupidity of men who think they can "do as they wilt" in this world and get away with wickedness piled upon wickedness with no consequence.

Gibson Dunn and Crutcher, oh dear! Fast track forced adoptions. 

Justice is coming.