"Operation You-Lot-Tree" - BACK TO THE FUTURE ..

Well, my-life-story? As I'm sat here thinking of where exactly to start, I can't help but think of how biographical movies usually begin at a critical point in the subjects later life - in order to set the theme - prior to things being taken back to whence they began. Then thereafter the story is told from the beginning up until the initial portrayal of a moment in time is reached again. Then, as is going to be the case here with mine, is surpassed and brought to a conclusion in the present day.

I'm torn really as to where to begin. Torn between using several moments in time as an intro, as there have been so many major incidents/events which have served as catalysts or even eureka moments with regards to everything I was to go on and discover about my life. Obviously my meeting with a doctor at Kings College Hospital in London is a front runner, the meeting in which I was first informed that I am implanted with technology that is, but I'm going to leave this for the time being. Leave it because even prior to being told this I'd for years been speaking about and dealing directly with many aspects of the differing types of manipulation and targeting that TI's [Targeted Individuals] undergo/endure - though what I will highlight upfront here is that said doctor in no uncertain terms did tell me that he was amazed I was still alive. So yes, this technology was supposed to have terminated my life long ago and it is with no thanks to the NHS that I am still alive today. A private dentist saved my life by performing an operation that he really shouldn't have done outside of a hospital theatre environment. And, it's extremely important to add that he did so with my full consent. Did so only too because he - and other dentists to boot - had referred me to NHS hospitals, in their words, 'as an emergency case'. NHS hospitals that refused me any treatment at all; and did so clearly with the knowledge of what was wrong with me and therefore fully aware that I was liable to die if they didn't. Negligence or even manslaughter would have been too lenient a charge for those that refused to help me in the condition that I was in. Murder is what it would have amounted to and yes I'm going to name and shame some doctors on here. In fact I'll chuck one into the mixer now, a certain Dr. Philip Stenhouse, whose most definitely a 'Perp Doctor' who should be struck off and then struck down and have the shit kicked out of him to be brutally frank-enstein (excuse the pun).

"Woah, slow down ere boy", I'm telling myself, co's I'll get to that bastard and others at a later date - and maybe directly too I tell yer! As I'm sure anybody could understand - and if you don't now you will - it would be wholly unnatural of me not to consider seeking retribution directly against such criminals as he is. Criminals that are protected by the state institutions they work for whilst they do what they do to cover up the heinous crimes such institutions are undeniably guilty of - and on mass!?

So, if you're sitting comfortably, I'll chill out somewhat myself too and begin ... again. ;-)

October 2001 then. At a party I'd been, which was hardly unusual for me in those days, but the same could certainly not be said of what was going on around me at this time - to put it mildly. Somewhat merry and a little hi it must be said, I'd decided to go for a walk and clear my head. The party I've referred to was one of many I attended which usually went on for two to three days and nights consecutively, which people would often leave to get some rest or sleep before returning if they didn't bed down on site for a time. Great fun they could be and were also terrific networking opportunities at times for the likes of somebody like me who worked as a recruiter. Over the years I made thousands of pounds off of the back of being introduced to people at parties and so attending them made complete commercial sense too. Though this was post 9/11 and after I'd received an offer to go and live and work in the Middle East - Damascus, Syria to be precise. An offer I'd originally declined but matters concerning my own business were becoming ridiculous - hence, as I've covered already, I'd also turned down an offer of hundreds of thousands to back it. Quite categorically it and I was being nobbled, so to speak. Therefore I'd reached a point at which I was thinking why ever not? Sick to the back teeth with the corruption I was being exposed to I was, along too with enduring personal attacks from people I'd been making every effort to eject from within my by then somewhat decreasing social circles because of all that had been taking place. What I now know is called 'Gas Lighting' basically - me, my property [car, computer etc.] and my livelihood being sabotaged that is. There also had been other activity which I didn't deem to be negative, all sorts of people had taken it upon themselves to contact me and provide me with information concerning others whom had been actively targeting me and my business activities. Not least on the unbelievably promiscuous woman - Loraine [Mary Marie] Fernandes - and her orgiastic pursuits that until some months prior to this time I'd been living with for five years. A person I'd spent almost a whole year trying to get out of my life and convince just to leave me alone, but I'll cover her nefarious behaviour/activities and the other stuff in some detail when I arrive back at this point future wise.

So, whilst out on my walk and reflecting on all that had been occurring I decided to - as I often did - test one or two people for their reactions to information I'd gained and what they thought of what I was planning to do. Now it could easily be stated that what I'm going to explain here could have been put down to delusions of grandeur. But one would need to be fully aware of what and whom I was dealing with at the time in order to fully comprehend my mindset at this juncture. One thing I'd managed to retain was an unerring belief in my own abilities - particularly from a communicative perspective - and I will add, regardless of what you will learn from reading on, the 'virtuous' qualities I am in possession of too. I didn't see barriers and truly did believe anything was possible, particularly if aspects of my previous existence were to be brought out into the open and effectively dealt with. I'd been meeting with lots of individuals who'd communicated that they were in positions to promote what I was planning to embark on and therefore knew, if certain issues were cleared up, I could then seriously consider accepting both the finance I'd been offered and political assistance too. It was military, media and political people at home and abroad I was and had been dealing with. People whom clearly feared even way back then that Syria was to become a major war zone and catastrophe that it is today. Frick yeah, I felt way out of my depth, though this was hardly a new sensation to me either and as far as I was concerned I could deal with 'anything' ... maybe. :-) I'd got to know some Nigerian folks too, well Anglo Nigerian Brits whose families were in politics over there and of course they were very interested to learn about my time there as a child. One of who's father was actually a cabinet minister at the time and had some years beforehand been a Presidential candidate in national elections. Oh, I'll readily admit that in reality I was getting a bit carried away with things in my own mind, but I would defy anybody not to have done likewise in such a position - quite literally I could picture myself with the world at my feet. Something that will be understood when I've detailed all I'm alluding to here, but right there and then I decided to test my families reaction to where I was at and so I pulled out my phone, called home and my mother answered.

To cut to the chase now, what I said to her was that I was to be a future world leader and that besides going to live and work in Syria I was going to meet the President of Nigeria.

Well ... it was at that very moment my prayers were answered - because delusions of grandeur or not they worked a treat - she panicked and cracked wide open and in doing so gave her game away totally. The following words were - word for word exactly, I'll never forget them - her terrified reaction to hearing mine.

"Don't do this Kieron, I'm so sorry, but you were such a beautiful boy, we'll buy you anything, anything you want but don't do this"!?

"Do what exactly?" I answered, but she clammed up thereafter, though there really was no need for her to utter another syllable. In one short sentence she'd confirmed so much of what I'd learnt to be true and that was that. I needed to question her no further - most everything fell into place immediately and what didn't was to do so future wise.

Shortly beyond this I was to find myself incarcerated on the back of wholly fabricated evidence. With my mother, family members and others I'd known to be actively working to destroy my life for some time providing the authorities with a load of bunk in order to justify keeping me there. This' another experience I'm going to write out in detail though, but will remind you that I was to go on and win a legal tribunal concerning this too. Whereupon the panel I faced showed no hesitation in coming to the correct decision once the formalities were over and the truth of matters had been established. I was stitched up to shut me up and if I hadn't won said tribunal I am in no doubt given what I experienced that I would have probably spent the rest of my life drugged out of my face, warehoused some place and incapable of defending myself.

I'd say only as much as a hand full of people beyond this experience actually went out of their way to apologise to me for what I'd had to endure at the hands of the monsters I encountered in the secure unit they put me in. And these did include the social worker who was originally responsible for instigating everything. Carol Church was/is her name and she was at pains to explain to me that she was so sorry, that she hadn't known the truth and that if she could help me then she would. At the time I just told her she was a little late - which she was, my life was trashed - and put the phone down on her. But if she or anybody that knows her reads this - and I mean it - "I forgive you Carol, you knew not what you did"! ;-) Which goes for a few others whom did likewise as well. Apologies count, at least they do with me and there are one or two people that because they chose to find me and apologise that I will leave out of matters too. And say thanks to them as well, because of course I can appreciate that others have been deceived along the way and that mistakes happen all the time when corrupt forces are at play.

It's the actual 'deceivers' I'm after, not the deceived and I'll make no secret again of what my ultimate intentions are for those that have done all this and much more besides to me. Which could be what other than to see them all ...
 

So yeah, in my next post I'm to be going back in time and starting at the beginning - my childhood. Then as I progress through the years I'm quite sure that anybody reading this will understand precisely what I meant by stating everything simply fell into place in my mind when I received that one panic stricken statement from my mother back in October 2001.

Which, by the above; I mean that in the borough of Rushcliffe in Nottinghamshire there was, and therefore quite possibly still is, a child trafficking operation in place which involved the likes of schools, council officials, doctors surgeries, dental surgeries [one in West Bridgeford in particular], a twice European Cup winning football club and a network of scurrilous individuals and families etc. Yes, I did say families. An operation from what I've learned is duplicated on a national and international scale too. One which is endemic in our society, always has been and is these days overseen by 'Occult Practitioners' whom operate under the guise of 'Intelligence Agencies'.

This in a borough whose long serving MP is a known Paedophile, somebody I've named on here before but deleted until a more appropriate time. Like right now, though it's hardly new news as to who I'm referring to, which is of course ...

This fat bastard

 Ask Ben Fellows ... hey?

It seems in this country to enter and get on in politics a person must be either a 'Ponce or a Nonce'. Or, at the very least, be willing to tolerate and, as our current and some previous Prime Ministers are and have been known to, be willing to cover up this FACT.

I can expose said network and I fully intend to.

ARMY ... what are you gonna do now eh?!

L8ers,

    Psych-Ops.