ESPECIALLY FOR SCANDALSON, STARMER, FALCONER AND THE REST, VENGENCE IS MINE, SAYS THE LORD, PSALM 37

Psalm 37 v 10

HACKED AGAIN

And its no coincidence that its happened just after I made a blog post. The PDOs are STILL attacking me and trying to silence me, disappear me. Its so ridiculous as I barely even have a whisper of a voice now. Its that grim cruel determination of tbose monsters that will be their downfall. I feel absolutely desolate at times. Really alone, and every effort to try to connect with other people gets knackered. Im trying to just keep going day by day. Trying to stay strong. I had a terrible day yesterday, ended up passed out in the rain, another gone wrong therapy session. Having to go to therapy sessions at the very same place where i waa abused as a child is not only ridiculous, its downright cruel. I feel utterly abandoned and desolate but theres something deep within my soul that is trying not to abandon myself. The survival instinct. We Pindown survivors have no legal redress, we do not have access to the law, I suppose what we are is modern day lepers. Its very strange times we are living in, when the entire country is basically being run by a PDO network. They are desperatly trying to cover it all up, and the way Starmer and co are being supported by the British Brainwashing Club is sickening and typical. The British Brainwashing Club did the same with Savile and Ted Heath, and with the Jersey and Staffordshire PDOs. They ALWAYS try to cover everything up and get their computer hack pals to attack survivo survivors too. The British Brainwashing Club is after all run by the ex rentboys "cushy jobs" club (as Spitting Image correctly described them), GCHQ. So there we are. And I hope people will understand why Im so wary of updating my blog. I have to deal with my email account being unusable once more.

Scandalson

I have been complaining about that devious creep for about 20 years. And of course Ive been through all the proper channels, police, parliament, noone wanted to know. He was a director of the NSPCC and my letter to the NSPCC concerning that is still somewhere on my blog. This blog has a limited outreach, we survivors and whistleblowers are being silenced on social media, my voice is barely even a whisper now. They hem us in, crush us, try to silence us, destroy us. Scandalson and Andy Pandy are being sacrificed for the rest of the gang...not that I will shed a single tear over them being made the fall guys. Theyre all in one big gang and the rest of us, us 99%ers, we arent in it. I wouldnt want to be in it. Keep walking in the light everyone. Keep your hearts pure and your hands clean. I made a video years ago, its still on Youtube, on my Realzoomy channel, called The Bully. Watch it, thats basically where we are right now. Everything is becoming as clear as day, and everyone is becoming unmasked. Jesus told us how it would be, he told a parable about the wheat and tares, at the end of time, the harvest time. The world as we know it is falling to bits, because LIGHT came into the world and now people are beginning to see. The wicked ones wanted to kill off most of us, to restrain, subdue, control the remnant. But God created us with freedom and love in our hearts. Some of us were abused as children. All of us have been decieved in one way or another. The main thing now, no matter what happened in the past is to stand firm, keep your hearts pure and your hands clean and keep speaking your truth as loud as you can. Dont give up hope, even if you feel crushed, because weve all come so far and survived some pretty dreadful things already. The battle we are in is an old old battle between angels and demons. Look after your health and well being as well as you can. Dont turn to drink, dont poison yourselves. Try to find healthy ways to destress instead. And keep networking, keep reaching out to people, be kind wherever you can, but protect your energy, dont let anyone treat you as a doormat. We can and will get through this. Keep the faith.

THE LAST GASP OF A DYING CIVILISATION

I think anyone with a few brain cells can see that our society is falling apart. All our systems of organisation have been corrupted. Parliament, police, medical services, the food industry, even the spiritual groups. As a knackered up old child abuse survivor/targeted individual struggling with CPTSD I feel almost powerless, and despairing. But I refuse to give up hope. Please, if you can only do one thing, please try to keep healthy. Choose proper food for instance, if possible grow your own, even if its only a few runner beans and some lettuice. It all helps. Try to stay strong, because THEY want us weak, THEY want us dead. Get out into the fresh air and the quiet blessed places whenever you can. Especially if you are fortunate to live near the sea or waterways. Theres something deeply healing about the natural waterways, the breaking of waves upon the shore, the gurgling of a stream. Its soothing to the soul. Our time will come. Like that beautiful song, Somewhere, in West Side Story, theres a place for us. I REFUSE TO GIVE UP HOPE.

Barrich-9 has hacked me

Someone calling themselves Barrich-9 has hacked me. I do not know who this person is but i suspect he is one of the child trafficking gangsters who has been stalking me on Twitter

SUSPENDED FROM TWITTER (I WILL NOT CALL IT X)

Well, thats another social media platform I have been silenced on. Suspended, with no explanation as to why. No reason given. The only reason I can think of is that Twitter is being run by people who do not want anyone talking about the forbidden subject, which is child trafficking. We trafficking survivors are being chucked off social media platforms. And I am no longer recieving comments on this blog. I have no idea if anyone is able to read my posts any more as Google has also blacklisted my account. Im not going to fret about it. God has told me not to let it worry me. Ive spoken my truth for decades and will continue to speak out whenever I can. And my persecutors will be brought to justice.

MY TWITTER ACCOUNT IS DOWN

I've taken another hit on social media, this time Twitter. Ive already had the honour of being booted off Facebook many years ago, and of course this Google blog site is also punishing me for talking about the Forbidden Topic, which is institutional child trafficking. I dont know if anyone here follows me on Twitter, and I don't know if I will regain access to my account. To say Im fed up with this nonsense is an understatement.

I'm sorry for not checking in more often

This is the message that is coming up on my blog. I can only presume that the child trafficking gangsters have complained about my blog and that Google have chosen to shield them. Im not ashamed of anything i have posted on this blog, but ive had to stop comments automatically going through because i cant always verify the truth of some of them, and i have to protect myself from libel accusations. I hope people will understand that. Anyway, Google have made this blog difficult to use. I can no longer write paragraphs, post links and photos. But ill try to check in more often. This is what Google have posted on my blog. This post was put behind a warning for readers because it contains sensitive content as outlined in Blogger’s community guidelines.

Shout out to all child abuse survivors

I just want to explain here that the reason I dont post much on my anti child abuse blog very often these days is because of persecution. The police made my life a misery, and I just didnt have enough support to keep going. So I have had to focus on myself, my own healing, and let others take the front line. I will always check in from time to time, and do the occasional post if I think theres something important that other people arent picking up on. We who were abused are all heros every time we get through another day. Our very presence is a challenge to the evil of child abuse and trafficking. My life has been so painful, and I know I havent suffered alone, because the sick culture we live in attacks child abuse victims and protects the abusers, so there are many of us who have suffered reabuse and trauma. But our voices are collectivly getting louder and stronger. So please, if you are an abuse survivor reading this, be proud of who you are, and of your strength. One day all this will end, and everybody will know how courageous we have been.

David Camerons Grandfather

Donald Ewen Cameron was David Cameron's grandfather. Allen Welsh Dulles was the Director of Central Intelligence who authorised the MKUltra torture program that Donald Ewen Cameron ran between 1957 to 1961. The Pindown child trafficking/sensory deprivation torture program was part of the MKUltra program. In 2002 David Cameron headed a select committee investigation into child abuse in childrens homes in the UK, and that invesigation invited some very dubious and cunning individuals to effectively lobby to stop what they called "Police Trawling" but was actually blocking the police forces all around the UK from properly investigating child abuse/trafficking/torture in childrens homes. Can you all see what they did? I am a very brave woman, I have been telling the truth all this time. I hope people will wake up.

FOR MY OWN PROTECTION

I have just contacted Staffordshire Victim Gateway, and had a very angry conversation with a woman, I presume a policewoman, who took my call. She was very rude, dismissing and patronising to me. She had no clue what services the organisation she worked for offered, and didnt even have a copy of the Victim Gateway leaflet. She did tell me that the service was run by the police. The reason I am making this post is that I know full well, from bitter experience, that the police will probably turn up once more on my doorstep, to harass me. This has been going on for years. To Anonymous Anonymous said... i keep checking in but you dont write like you used to it gave us so much comfort knowing we were not the only ones you had so much love and support i hope you still have it x 31 January 2024 at 00:24 I am so sorry. I am just trying to keep safe. Staffordshire Police have repeatedly threatened me over this blog. I try to stay on social media groups, so that any police harassment is witnessed, I feel safer in a group.

Why I dont blog as much as I used to

I have recieved this notice from Blogger: " This post was put behind a warning for readers because it contains sensitive content as outlined in Blogger’s community guidelines. " I know my voice, and the voices of all whistleblowers/abuse victims/truthtellers and particularly people who love God and hate evil, we are being silenced. Our world is overruled by dark forces at the moment. The World Economic Forum, the big money men, the whole dark twisted satanic mess. We all see it now, and feel powerless against such a monster. But Satan was defeated 2000 years ago, by Love. Jesus died and rose again. I made this video in 2010, and to me, its the most important video I have made. I felt divinely guided to make this video. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BTwXe-elqB4&pp=ygUTcmVhbHpvb215IHRoZSBidWxseQ%3D%3D I dont have a lot left to say that I havent already said. Jesus will return, just as he promised 2000 years ago, I have not a shred of doubt that he will keep his promise. The world is going the way he said it would, godless mankind, people thinking they can hurt others because there are no consequences, they assume God doesnt exist because they get away with all kinds of evil and they dont realise that its Gods love and long suffering that holds back his hand. Just like a loving parent, reluctant to punish the child they love. All the sheep went astray, and I include myself, we've all done wrong, we all need salvation. Ive been a coward, Im not going to beat myself up about it, but I was frightened, terrified, and it paralysed me, I could have done more, but in a way, I couldn't, as Im a frail human being. I couldn't do what Jesus did, noone could. I recognise my own limits, my own frailty. He said that our faith would save us, and he wasnt lying. He told us to love one another, and pray for one another. I understand now why he told us to pray for our enemies. God doesnt want any soul to be lost. I believe that God answers prayers, and so we should be very careful what we pray for. Make sure that what we pray for, what we ask for is really truly what we actually want. The wicked think they want us with faith and morals obliterated, we stand in tbe way of their New World Order agenda. I believe God will answer even their prayers, but they wont like it when they get it, just like when a child asks for some highly advertised plastic toy and when they finally get it they are disappointed, it doesnt come up to their expectations. God sees us as children.

Twitter is trying to censor the Holy Spirit

Just getting ridiculous now. Its probably best to go with the flow, watch the international playboys knock each other to bits. The one thing none of these psychopathic greedy corrupt overpaid money worshipping control freaks can do is to control the Holy Spirit. Nebuchadnezzar's dream, we are witnessing the Rock smashing the foot of iron and clay. An extraordinary time to be alive. Have you ever known such a time of revelations? I have witnessed 6 decades, but my life is just a tiny breath compared to the eternity of God. And I have seen both the wickedness of man and the love and courage and faithfulness. I have witnessed both sides of the spectrum and I have made my choice of which side I want to spend eternity. A period of silence in Heaven was prophesied. Theres really nothing to worry about, though the world seems to be gone completely insane. The eye of the storm is the quietest place. God is with his Beloved. Keep strong, keep loving, keep the faith. 🙏

CONTINUED HARRASSMENT AND SERIOUS DEPRESSION

I dont blog much now. I am seriously depressed and really really struggling. I am still being targeted by the evil ones. I cant say their names, but in a way theyve done me a massive favour, as theyve pushed me into taking action and Ive contacted a lawyer. My life has been ruined. I am too afraid to go anywhere these days because of the stalking. They just will not leave me alone. Im so sorry I cant help anyone else right now. Please pray for me. Please pray that I get justice at last, and closure.

Curtis Media and Derek Gibson

Yesterday I was locked out of this blog, after I commented on Curtis Medias YouTube channel. Curtis has been arrested after making some enquiries about a woman, whose name I will not mention but has been blasted in mainstream news recently, who was reported as drowned by suicide in a river near a static caravan site. Curtis was suspicious about the police investigation, and the verdict of suicide. He was arrested after a heavy terrorist style police raid on his grandparents home in the early hours and is now on bail. I wont say anything else about him here for legal reasons, but I will say that I am praying for him and that I hope his elderly grandparents recover from the trauma and manage to find a lawyer willing to help them sue the police for substantial damages. I was locked out of my blog yesterday, and I am not sure if that was the reason, or if it was because I posted about Derek (Liar) Gibson, or both. I am not going to speculate. Either way, its yet another violat of my right to free speech.

DEREK GIBSON

Leave me alone. You and your Derby Police pals, you stop harassing me. Have none of you any shame?

BREAK THE CHAINS

We are having a day of prayer on 12th of December 2022 dedicated to breaking the chains of evil. Praying for child trafficking victims, political prisoners, all oppressed and disenfranchised people, all who are being tortured and persecuted. Please join in however you like. Light a candle, say a prayer, sing a song,bang a drum, shake a bell, chant, meditate, lets lift our voices and our hearts to Heaven, and ask for release from bondage. Namaste

THE EVIL SPELL IS BROKEN

[URL=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BTwXe-elqB4] I went to the Care Leavers Association AGM yesterday. I am protected by God, angels surround me, I have survived monstrous plots tp destroy me for whistleblowing the absolute evil of institutional child trafficking. I went for a swim this morning and the Holy Spirit gave me a message. Anyone who fights this evil will be blessed and protected. God absolutely hates child abuse/trafficking. So, keep strong and keep standing against evil, and keep talking, even when wicked people tell you youre a broken record ect. Keep tbe faith. We are blessed.

SHARON KILBY ZAKI

I have absolutely no idea who SHARON KILBY ZAKI is, and have no recollection of having met any person going by that name, but, as her website is the first page that comes up after googling mt pen name Zoompad I thought I had better try to defend myself against the defamation and downright hateful and disgusting remarks that person has made about me on her list of "shrills" SHARON KILBY ZAKI, if you are reading this, I ask you to explain yourself, as to why you have attacked me? As for me being a "transvestite" , well, all I can say about that is that both my children were delivered via the opening at one end of my body, and that I breastfed both until their baby teeth grew too sharp for my comfort!!!

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.