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the royals, to be or not to be...
read you comments about the royals and it's nice to see somebody else out there is on the same track. but it's not so easy to get rid of them, think of all the people who depend on the royals for their lifestyle, the nobles, the landed gentry etc. very powerful lobby that, they won't like their 'access' to 'perks' taken away from them. it's these people who do all the 'quashing' of scandals etc., they are the top policemen, judges, qc's, the faceless 'humphrey's', the guys in the top boards and banks, the top guys in the media etc. the royals are merely a front for them, an excuse for the wealth they lavish on themselves.
i knew princess margeret back in the early 60's (almost said 'who didn't', but that would be fasicious?) via the infamous sex-doctor, steven ward, and she admitted, under pressure, that her sister wasn't in control of her life, that she had to knuckle-under to 'the crown', she had to dance to their tune. she didn't dare say too much but 'the crown' seems to be a mafia, a group of men. women don't count to the crown. the queen only got to rule because there was nobody else, the duke of windsor screwed-up and produced no heirs. ward indicated that the now-king had trouble-in-that-direction, and that there was no chance of them producing a son after he was crowned. so the crown immediately began planning on how to use this, who the queen was to breed with etc. ward and his friend, roger hollis, were of the opinion that this was the sole cause of ww11, various factions (in the world) getting excited at the prospect of taking power, loudly pointing out that their bloodlines were now the stronger and they should be 'the crown', not anybody else. same with ww1, actually. we are talking 'yes, minister' and 'the final cut' tv series for real here!
i have gleaned that there were 3 families who fled palastine after jesus (der fuhrer, in german - yes, true!) screwed up: the isaacs, the jacobs and the abrahams, and it's these 3 dynastys that have been causing all the strife and wars ever since, all vying for 'the crown'. which is said, by jewish websites, to be the abrahams family. the british royal family. i've worked out that the crown probably ought to belong to the isaacs family, the direct descendants of jesus, but when jesus screwed-up and the romans realised that 'the crown' existed, and it would give them ultimate power (remember the roman empire was on the wane by this time) an 'american ball-game' of global proportians began, the isaacs throwing the ball the the abrahams and taking the brunt of the roman's attack long-enough for the abrahams to safely get away with the crown. but the abrahams didn't want to give it back when the 3 parts of the team found sanctuary in europe, hence all the bloodshed since. 'the crown' is actually a 'thing' not just people. You have heard of it, we all have, but only as myth.
right, i know i'm mad, so there's no need for you to snort and tell me, i realise all this is very weird stuff, it took a while for even me to admit there had to be something driving man all these millinium, it just doesn't happen out of the blue, there is a system to it all. i experienced some weird things via steven ward, got to meet people, very strange people, who did strange things. ward was part of a freemasonary, of people heavily-related to each other, like the royals and the nobility (the people in 'the crown') they intermarried, breeding like horses, to keep the line strong and pure. the isaacs, jacobs, and the abrahams don't intermarry - at the top levels anyway, the common people who have spawned-off don't count. ward and his people weren't part of them, they were a seperate group, they were direct descendants of arthur and merlin (and their relatives) a close-knit family that were being hunted by all the others. why? they were the 'mind-controllers', the people bred to operate 'the crown', which sounds like a sort of cosmic-computer, similar to the obelisc(?) depicted in 2001. are you still there? i said i was mad, didn't i !!! i don't believe this sort of stuff either, but i bow to blunt logic, ward and his people were very serious about this. very. they literally lived it.
ward was indeed running a spy-ring - i became part of it - but not for the reds, he and his friends were looking for 'the crown'. they probably knew the royals had it, the 2 men running the show were hollis (m.i.5) and lord marks (the store. he was spy-chief for britain during the war). marks was an isaacs, by the way, i dated his niece for a while. but they didn't know where 'the crown' was kept, and were looking for it. i wasn't told this, but some story about lists of communists hess had with him when he parachuted into britain. they were probably breeding-charts. twelve ledgers in ox-blood leather, gold-gilt, written in german, copies of the originals held by the tsar in russia. hollis had seen them in '45, but they had dissappeared from the archives when he later looked, but he knew the man last seen looking at them, and began the hunt. 'bear' ivanov of the profumo scandal, was a great friend of ward's - i liked him a lot, nice man - and saw the originals in st. petersburg (leningrad) after the war, when he helped move them to moscow. this was why leningrad was defended to the last man, the politburo had to save the ledgers. they covered the entire world. the british ledgers would show who the various members of the abrahams clan were, and amongst these were the people caretaking 'the crown'.
all hell broke loose when i stepped on royal toes, but this is another story, one that will guarentee you thinking i'm mad so i'll not get into that too deeply. i've no proof after 42 years anyway. marks' niece was a lady-in-waiting at buck house, you see, and i got to see and hear a few things, resulting in strife. forget the current charles scandal - i met him a couple of times, bit of a dozy, brainwashed twit. anne used other words. fill-in yourself and colour the air dark blue! they didn't speak - what went on back then was horrific, and if made public would have seen britain a republic with 24 hours. but i was a near 16 year-old boy back then and not up to the politics and backstabbing.
the royals instigated a coverup of gi-normous proportions, never seen before or since. they would have exterminated us instantly but i had proof back then, so ward and his team were publically slandered so nobody would believe them if they blabbed (the profumo affair was part of this, profumo was part of it). the girls were thought to be brainless whores (good acting there, especially by my best mate mandy, who was a mossad 'sleeper' via peter rachman. her controllers were possibly ytshak rabin and ariel sharon, old war-comrades to peter. it's been a long time, ok?) ronna ricardo, dymphna (penny) shagwell, and mariella novotny had enough dirt in their 'black books' to also survive, temporerily anyway. my girlfriend, the jewish girl, seems also to have stayed anonomous, she was aware of some of this, she was to help me in my investigations. heard rumours she's still alive. ward was too dangerous, he might blab to save himself, so he 'commited suicide'. i know he was nearly a millionaire, he and rachman had a competition on the go as to who would be a millionaire first, and peter made it in '62, so steven had no worries about his life after doing his 'time', he never needed to work again anyway. he was going to move to the usa and race v8's and paint. then there's me. a sad case indeed. ward was a master hypnotist (mind-control, remember?) and a psycik(?) to boot. he could indeed read (some) minds (people, who like him and his followers, had brains that 'leaked') had worked on secret trials during and after war, funded by americans. 'the manchurian candidate', controlled-killers, is real, believe me. i think i might be one. it does frighten me and i've told people around me to bare this in mind if anything happens, to investigate it, to trace any phonecalls. i was used by ward and his people in black-magic ceremonies, under hypnosis (they were trying to 'talk' to 'the crown', and apparently succeeded, now knowing it was in london, somewhere nearby. a mile actually, i know where it is now. their powers are weak today and they have trouble penetrating granite, experiments showed. 'the crown' is encased in granite and in full view, you've guarenteed seen it). this is for real, not joking. ward could 'do' me over the phone, get me to do things i normally would balk at. he could control chris keeler as long as she was in eye-sight, i've seen him do it. she used to get annoyed at times, when he was playing with her and she realised what was up! ward was forced by the royals to ring (i had moved abroad in the spring of '63) and 'erase' my memory. if called to his trial i would have been dynamite, too hot to handle. now i would be branded stupid and a liar. ward erased all the girls i had ever had sex with, and with it most of the memories around them, the events, turning me into an ignorant zombie regarding our mission and the reason for the scandal. he did a good job there. it took me writing a book about a friend of mine - a pro-assassin - to piece all those fleeting, and sometimes very weird, memories and pictures in my mind together and suddenly realise what was going on! i was amazed. but i recalled enough of the basic story to know that these were real memories. very weird business. never fool with hypnosis. i know this is very 'star-wars', but this is what they rely on. what went on, and is going on, is too fantastic to be true! most people, and me included if i didn't know better, would simply laugh out loud at it all! there is proof out there, people knew me, but they are dead or dying on me and i can't find them even if they dare talk. ward took photos, as well as penny shagwell, the famous photographers bailey, morley, beaton, lichfield and snowdon (of me and margeret, ok? taken at their home) penny, ronna, and mariella kept diaries...and dusty springfield was keeping the evidence of the scandal in a bank-box in the usa for me. she also took photos of me and the girl, holding the document she had written and signed in her own hand, describing what had happened to her. who has it now? not me.
it seems as though the royals have made it (yet again). they survived a scandal that would have destroyed them forever, and probably cost them 'the crown'. they are in charge of an entire country, just like sadam hussain, just like stalin, just like hitler. how can you fight an entire country? philip is the key, he was the cause of the scandal. i thought they would stop him - to a degree i think i did, i think i stopped that particular scandal from happening again - but they merely covered it up and went for us instead. he must be very important in the clan, important-enough for his madness to be ignored! mountbatten was involved to, as was anthony blunt. charles is obviously now in line to take over, perhaps has, as philip is getting very old, and perhaps diana saw and heard something. i knew diana, you know, i held her in my arms when she was a new-born baby, the spencers were great friends to ward. frances spencer kicked philip in the balls, you know, when he came to her room at the palace one night, 'for his just dues' (for a shag, ok?) that's why she was persona-non-grata in high circles ever after. penny shagwell too, but she was going to use a knife on his balls, not her foot. his security stopped her in the nick-of-time. the things those people get up too...and get away with. you will never crush 'the crown', they will crush you first, and are in a postition to do so. cost what it will, they will survive, for that's what it's all about.
without steven ward's people 'the crown' doesn't work, why they've had to sit-out all the wars and plagues etc, they can't use it to protect themselves. it works via mind-control, and they can't do it. they have been surviving, slowly getting into a position to work at technology, engineering, medicine, computers, stem-cells, dna, in order to try and circumvent this, to make it work anyway, to make a new one, whatever. it's not sure that 'my' mind-controllers can make it work properly either, 2,000 years is a long time and their powers have suffered despite their efforts. i was kneeling on the settee by one of her few window's one night, mulling things over, sharing her body-heat, talking, when princess anne told me where 'the crown' was. she knew nothing of it, of course, she was a girl and they don't count? it was just a stupid story that roamed the palace, one that amused her. with my background knowledge i now had all the clues, all the pieces of the zigsaw puzzle, but not knowing we were actually looking for it i didn't connect just then. every 4 hours somebody looked out of a window and checked that nelson was still there. it was his job, he did nothing else. it was something like the ravens at the tower: as long as nelson was on guard all was ok with britain. because of several false alarms, bad weather etc, nelson was now lit at night, to be easily seen from the palace. anne grinned at the memory of all the red-faced men rushing around, almost having heart-attacks, the time nelson was out of sight more than the stipulated 4 hours, 'you would have thought armageddon was nigh, that the russians were at the gates!' she laughed.
to them it was nearly that: you see, nelson's standing on 'the crown', protecting it. his columb is of the purest scottish granite. nottalotta people know that. 'the crown', or the 'holy grail', to use it's more famous name, is in the top of the granite columb, under the copper plinth. to get at it takes more than 4 hours of hard work, and the guards in the nearby wellington barracks can run there in 5 minutes, rifles cocked, bayonets fixed.
thanks for letting me sound off. just thought somebody else ought to know the score. was this a weird-enough story for you? believe me or not; that's up to you, i can prove none of this. only finding the grail up there will do that. but, try as i might, i can't think of a way to do that. nelson stands on guard, and is very vigilent. and it doesn't work when you find it...
Christine Keeler |
Christine Keeler |