The Great Awakening : WHY?

Even my parents-in-law, who are from that generation that OBEYED orders from above, can see what is going on now.

They, too, have lost all faith in government and “news” and society as it is now.

The Great Awakening has many layers. There were those of us who always questioned authority. Even when I served as a teenager in H.M. Forces I had this innate knowledge that respect is EARNED not given just because y’all went to Sandhurst and had shiny decorations on your shoulders.

Then there are those who gave birth to the “truth” community. They have uncovered so much, so many lies………..!

Now we have a new wave of WOKE people who see right through the “truth” community…. and so many new lies!

But, much like those whom these Truthers denigrate and verbally spit upon, this same community is STILL incapable of taking account for what they have done. I.E. Trodden the same path as those they proclaim to despise.

There is no real love there. Just numbers – subs, views, videos produced, followers, believers (Hallelujah) and ways that y’all can make donations.

They are now being seen for what they truly are. And people like me – who questioned them years ago – are now Banned. Dead. Hidden. Abused. Threatened. Humiliated.


But y’all CANNOT stop those who come behind us and question. And debunk. And disbelieve. And need answers.



If not me or those of my ilk – there will always be others demanding answers that these truthers can never confront.


I’m Scottish. We do NOT kiss arse. We confront and challenge and operate under the Divine Law of TOUGH LOVE.


Can you survive or are YOU the weakest link?

These Are The Contents of MY head :o)

Surrounded by CHARMERS

THE Charmer…

The Charmer was a 1987 British television serial set in the 1930s, and starring Nigel Havers as Ralph Ernest Gorse, a seducing conman, Rosemary Leach as Joan Plumleigh-Bruce, a smitten victim widow and Bernard Hepton as Donald Stimpson, Plumleigh-Bruce’s would-be beau, who vengefully pursues Gorse after he has conned her.

I remember watching the whole series. Very enlightening!

I KNOW a SNAKE when I come across one.

They are also called KARMICS.

Karmics come into our lives to teach a necessary but extremely CRUEL lesson.

You have to thank them for the warning that cobras ARE poisonous. And it’s quite daft to ever go near another one.


Cesspools vs Septic Tanks

These are basically the same thing. Expect for the fact that from antiquity they were called cesspools and in the late 1880’s they were reinvented as septic tanks.

We also know that pumps and hydraulics have an ancient history.

Luckily, my village is on mains plumbing but we still, sometimes, have to “shovel shit.”

Last week I came across a cesspool of a commenter. I’d commented. She commented – “you are kidding me”

I commented back with a true story about war conditions.

Several comments later, she played her hand. Having NOT ONCE answered a single question of mine.

So, you are actually saying that I AM RIGHT, then? She Said.

I cleaned that cesspool with a delete and a ban forever button.

What a total waste of energy. What a total pit of cess.


And think again about modern plumbing in old buildings ? ? ?


All That GLISTERS Is Not Gold : The Shiny Toy Phenomenon

This line is one of the most mis-quoted of all.


BTW : I met Gary Glitter. He booked into the tiny hotel in Amesbury that I was the receptionist of. With a very young girl…….Hey. I had NO IDEA. Fact.

Modern life places so much value on the Shiny Toy, be it a car, a diamond, a pretty face, a credit card, a nubile body, a watch, a gold tooth etc.

We get caught in the “game.”

The shinier the better.

It began in the beginning. Shakespeare used the warning well.

Then (as the modern world is…!) Indiana Jones said it again.

Watch and learn. Or not. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this spiel but nobody seems to want to hear it.



Way back in October 2019 I wrote a post about CNN (Chicken Noodle News) in HongKong and got this comment from Ms. LOL@NO.COM


And I’m still getting these kind of BS GTFouttaHere comments to this day.


We went to Hong Kong to visit our office there. FACT.

I WAS the 49% owner and director of a multi/international UK Ltd (fully registered at Companies House – paying 70% Corporation Tax) Security Company along with my 51% husband.

YouTube HATES truth. True Truth.

YouTube IS Disney Fantasy Land where anyone can do, be, say anything that they want.

Greta Brookes was KILLED by youtube TRUTHERS.

And not a single ET TU BRUTI gives a flying fuck.

Shame on y’all.

We were given the chance to unite and fight against THE THEY. Some just fought against their own. Blue on Blue.

Sad but TRUE.

For once in my life I’ve got something to say
I want to say it now for now is today
A love has been given so why not enjoy
So let’s all grab and let’s all enjoy
If the kids are united then we’ll never be divided
If the kids are united then we’ll never be divided
Just take a look around you
What do you see


JRRRRRR Tolkien was a clever chap.

One could even go so far as to say…. A Visionary (?)

“One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.” 

For the past two years that ring was an invisible crown that bound us all.

This week we have a new head for an old crown.

And it’s all STILL a 3 ring circus.

The HAVE-A-LOTS. The HAVE-MORE-THAN-YOU but not as much as the have a lots. The HAVE NOWTS.

Let the show go on.

The Spear of Destiny vs The Spear of Longinus

I’ve spent too long doing this stuff. Just to have it all ripped apart by the “We Always Win” crew.

Nah. Not any more, mes braves.

Go back. Go way, way back to my posts from 2018/2019 when I tear the Romans apart. Especially Julius Caesar and all that crap.

HIS – story is real. It’s all HIS Story. When you dive deep into Fomenko and New Chronology and actually try to debunk them for over a decade. You’ll understand from whence I come.

Who drove a Spear into Christ’s side when he was on the cross?

And WHO one was of the killers of Julius Caesar?

Et tu Bruti?

Et tu Gaius Cassius Longinus?

And none of this has anything to do with Russia – the country as we know it today.

AEWAR has fallen down the same hole, methinks.

And yes. I’m overly sensitive right now. That’s the lot of a REAL EMPATH who FEELS every single knife/arrow/spear on their soul.

Apparently Herr A. Hitler was desperate to obtain the Spear of Destiny so that he could have magical power uber alles. And we all know how that ended. Follow a MYTH, disprove a myth.

NC postulates that the man known as Julius Caesar is a “reflection” of the myth known as “Jesus.”

I’m in my own private Circle of Hell chez Dante right now.

Or just keep on taking the piss out of me.

So over y’all :o)

P.S. Try looking into Wagner and Parsifal or Wolfram von Eschenbach’s Parzival or The Bleeding Spear of the Grail Castle or The Fisher King with his thigh stuck by a spear or Chiron the wounded or ? ? ?

The Road Less Travelled…

It’s been my lot in life (maybe my destiny?) to always choose the road less travelled.

So many years in Hidden History and New Chronology and now Clothing/Fashion History.

All these subjects are NEW. I have very few peers. So very little support or feedback or people to turn to when I’m stuck and despairing.

It’s unbelievably lonely here.

But – I was called to do this. So I will :o)

I’m NOT Reading Your Work. It Will Cause Me Cancer

This comment was published on FEB when my comment was taken over by a SHOUTER.

She was quoting MY WORK to me and when I picked her up on her spelling – Honourable (mine)

Honorable (hers)

I invited her to read MY original work.

WOW. Just one single comment from a commenter who whored herself around the yt troother/tartaria community got me called EVIL by Martin Liedtke. And there endeth my public persona. DAMNED by others. sent me a comment asking how a housewife had the nerve to comment on the goings on in Hong Kong. I told that when I went to Hong Kong I was the owner and director of a multi-national, international Security Company and there on business, not a jolly holiday.

Not a single person has ever believed a single word I’ve written. WHY?

Because they spend their entire lives in lies and can’t believe or see or comprehend a ABSOLUTE truth?

Everything that I’ve ever done via youtube has been twisted to the advantage of others. As I sat here at home reading email death threats against me and my children.

F A C T !

Somethings are unforgivable. In this life and the next.

Secrets of Pain vs Richard Dawkins

I’ve done my best to promote Phil Rickman’s Merrily books.

They are long and convoluted and revolve around a mother who is an Anglican Vicar and a daughter who is Pagan and their lives together in a village called Ledwardine.

Sounds boring? Nah. Rickman is one of the best “character” writers I’ve ever come across.

So many stand outs. Lucy Devenish dies very early in the series but she’s always there.

Gomer Parry – Plant Hire. Gomer is over 80 years old and will do all and anything to protect young Jane.

Lol )Laurence Robinson( one of Jane’s best friends, a shy and haunted folk singer/song writer who becomes Merrily’s lover and greatest love. And who now lives in the late Lucy Devenish’s cottage.

Barry – ex-SAS who is Landlord of the Swan pub and key player in this story about retired SAS soldiers.

And the wonderful DI Franny Bliss. Liverpudlian, lapsed Catholic incomer to the West Mercia Police Force.

I’m on my third go around with Secrets of Pain. Shit. How did I miss so much on the other two reads? ? ?

Merrily is having nightmares about Richard Dawkins. Even she thinks that she’s wasting her time propping up an archaic institution that is now more political than Christian.

BTW – Merrily is a Deliverance Minister aka Exorcist for the Diocese of Hereford. She KNOWS that there are more things in Heaven and on Earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy, Horatio.

I may not be a Churchian or a Bible-tarian. But I have a deep and unmoving faith in the knowledge that WE are not the be all and end all of everything.

I don’t do “science” either. As my exams results say :o)

P.S. The audiobook has music. Lol singing the songs he’s written………!

Sparrowhawks and Dracula

OK. This is year 3 or 4 of Sparrowhawks in our garden.

Amazing birds but (like Dracula) birds of prey.

Peep.Peep.Peep.Peep. All day and all night.

The garden is now sans (without) sparrows, tits, wrens. The blackbirds are skitty. The pigeons too. And the baby rabbits need eyes in the top of their heads and their behinds. Hawk or cat.

Where am I going?

Well. The peep peep is insistent. I wake up in the night and thrash around and somehow make the audiobook go from Poirot to Bram Stoker.

All roads lead to Transylvania. Done this too many times to take myself seriously.

Today I’ll be a UnBovvered/Irreverent Historian.

Woof says Van Helsing. One could write a song called Woof, yes?

P.S. When I posted here about my Shamanic Journey with Leslie Kenton and meeting a my totem animal – a WOLF – UAV had such fun with this fact over more than one platform.

What goes around, comes around. WHICH WITCH IS WHICH?

I gave all my support to a totally vile and undeserving person and gained 4 years of hell and damnation.

Gotta love a “Christian.”

Wrong person

wrong place.

Wrong time.

LEARN THE LESSON and move on up (?)

HE Will Return in Time of Need

The Once & Future King.

OK. Neil and I may disagree on timelines…not so bad.

And I’ll not rant (again) about how King Arthur is just a Paper Twin of Christ. Always the 12 + 1 ?

My BFF lives a hop away from Bamburgh Castle. It’s a truly haunting and stunning place. I’ve stood standing on the beach, in gale forces winds, and just stared at it.

BTW : The people who live here are as close to Scottish as an Englisher can be :o)

WHOA : A Poison Pen Letter?

Yup. We’ve just been delivered a poison pen letter.


It’s signed and ends with “I WILL be calling the police. As advised.”


Gotta love a person who gets everything that they demand and then still find fault.

Long story. Total shite. No Case To Answer. Just a poisonous mind from The Church of the Poisoned Mind.

My life is….errr…interesting but full of BS. Fact!

Still Wordless

OMGod. We had a chance. A REAL chance of advancing.

What utterly destroyed me and my rep was this from the 26th of April 2019…..


Jacquelyn GreigDid You Know?4 CommentsEdit”Wordless…”

From Nikitas Choniates, 12th century Byzantine writer:

Thus the wretched Andronicus was arrested, bound, and thrown into a boat together with the women…

He was confined in the so-called prison of Anemas with two heavy chains weighing down his proud neck, the iron collar used to fetter caged lions, and his feet were painfully shackled. Bound in this fashion he was paraded before Emperor Isaakios (Isaac II Angelos – his cousin)…

He was slapped in the face, kicked on the buttocks…his teeth pulled out…he was even battered by women who struck him in the mouth with their fists…

Afterwards his right hand was cut off by an axe, he was cast again into the same prison without food and drink, tended by no one.

…one of his eyes was gouged out, and seated upon a mangy camel, he was paraded through the agora.

…there was no evil which they did not inflict wickedly on Andronikus. Some struck him on the head with clubs…some using foul language reviled his mother and all their forebears. There were those who pierced his ribs with spits…pelted him with stones…

There was no one who did not inflict some injury on Andronikus.

To those who poured forth one after another and struck him, he turned and said no more than, ‘Lord have mercy,’

Removing the short tunic they assaulted his genitals. A certain ungodly man dipped his long sword into his entrails by way of the pharynx…

…raised their swords with both hands…they brought them down, making trial as to whose cut was deepest.

After so much suffering, Andronikus broke the thread of life, his right arm extended in agony and brought around to his mouth so that it seemed to many that he was sucking out the still warm blood dripping from the recent amputation.

From  Jan 2019:

“On the Holy Shroud – the professor adds – I have counted 370 flagellate wounds, without taking into account the lateral ones, which the canvas does not offer because it only enveloped the anterior and posterior part of the body. But we can launch the hypothesis of about 600 hits. In addition, the three-dimensional reconstruction has allowed us to reconstruct that at the time of death, the man of the Sindone was bent to the right because the right shoulder was so severely dislocated that it had injured the nerves “


Fomenko and his team made the link. And via them I made the link. And it brought me back to a faith so deep that it haunts me everyday.


Why was Tartaria hidden?

Fuck the antiqitech BS.

TARTARIA is HIS STORY. The story of a family that has almost been wiped from history because……?

I know why.

Because Truth is NOT the opium of the Masses. Religion is……..and it makes MONEY.

Work it out, peeps.

Work IT out?

PIE vs Pie ‘n’ Mash

I have and always will live and die on my HATRED of those who abuse children.

HATE – a word I don’t often use. But apposite here.

I’ve seen too much, known too much, felt too much, heard too much to ever turn a blind eye.

MAG PIE – see image above.

Bill Maloney is a hero of mine. William Lilly 17th century astrologer- wow. What a sync.

Bill & Lily

And Hollie shares my family name.


Bless them all.

P.S. There is a LAW and a JUDGEMENT much higher than ours.

The Church (Court) Triumphant……read about Joan of Arc ? She answered to a higher judge.

P.P.S. We could go even deeper here. I have magpies in my garden. They chatter. They are BLACK & WHITE. Forget 666 or MM or 33 y’all. That’s infant school thinking………FFS.

The Most Dangerous Job in History : Whistle Blower

“Quis est iste qui venit?”

Who is this who is coming?

Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You, my lad.

Guess what?

I’ve done this before but today it is VERY apposite.


I’ve blown so many whistles these past few years and have been given MASS HATRED.

I mean. C’mon. Just how many peeps are far too scared of the truth? And why?

The WHY? is easy. True Truth completely exposes their lies and deceptions and fakery and that is uncomfortable. To be faced with your own shitty actions.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m so far from perfect. I’ve effed up many a time but……..I’ll always take the punishment.

What I will NEVER take is the false, foney, fakery of others who place their blame on me and – wilfully and with malice aforethought – spend years destroying MY life. MY reputation. MY work. MY honesty. MY everything.

SHAME on y’all.

Complete and Utter SHAME ON YOU.

Stay Punk

I’m about as welcome as a dose of something truly ugly. No matter where I go on yt.

Is this Doom or Destiny ?


I’ll just stay punk – despite ALL the evidence that I am the NEO-PLAGUE.

When you can’t do right for doing wrong – do you and take whatever comes.


Hansel & Gretel : Following The Breadcrumbs

There was a Sherlock episode based on this story.

Anyhoo. I’ve followed these breadcrumbs for 4 years. In the vernacular they look like this….

Heart everything I comment. Reply. Communicate. More Hearts. BAN. BAN. No communication. UNBAN. Heart. BAN. IGNORE. DENY. KILL.


Look back at the GRIMM fairytale. Why were the breadcrumbs placed there? And what was the intent?

And WHO WAS KILLED in the Disney Gingerbread Vault / Which Witch Is Which?

Thanks, mes braves. NOT

The Dark Vortex

Wow. Infamy, Infamy.

That is me being bullied off every single yt channel that I have ever commented on.

A total imbecile and nasty thing without a nice word to say does their thing and I GET CALLED OUT by the channel owner.

OK. Whatever.

The fact that I know from whence this person comes (UAV) makes no difference whatsoever. The abuse is brutal and ongoing and totally unnecessary. It affects everyone but the abuser.

This “fake name” even mentioned the name of my previous blog on a live chat. So they know exactly who I am and EXACTLY WHAT THEY ARE DOING.

Jog on.

I have a full and rewarding REAL LIFE despite you :o)

Writing The Hero’s Journey

I am first and foremost a writer.

I’ve studied both the art and the craft of writing for decades but everything I’ve read and/or written boils down to one single Universal Truth.


This is the meaning of life. To live that journey.

Joseph Campbell was a great mentor via his books. Robert Graves too. And Myth & Legend. And the Tarot.

Everything in our lives is predicated on The Journey and how we choose to travel.

This journey ALWAYS starts with THE FOOL. The blithe young soul wearing the motley, with a bindle on his shoulder, the rose of love in his hand and a faithful dog at his heels as he steps over the cliff into the unknown.

The Journey always ends with The World. A circle. A Naked Woman and the Tetramorph (the four elements or the Four Evangelists or…)

It is a completed cycle.

Within this journey we face so much. So many trials. The Magic. The Spirit. The Love. The Strength. The Forward. The Backward. The Death. The Rebirth. The Devil. The Angel. The Destruction. The Rebuilding. Justice. Judgement. Light. Dark. Hope. Failure. Loss. Gain.


George Lucas wrote Star Wars based on Joseph Campbell’s Hero With a Thousand Faces.

Luke is the fool. The little man with a strange voice (Obi wan?) is the Magician. Leia is the High Priestess. Darth is just one letter away from DEATH. And Vader is an anagram of RAVED.


I see this within my own life. Though – I just keep going back to The Sacred Fool (Heyoka) and Death is a given.

Don’t Bring Me Down…….

Thanks :o)

2 vs ONE

That’s how it started for me.

Narc + Narc ua-vs Little ME.

Then it GREW.

Hundreds of Narcs vs Little ME.

There is too much darkness in this world but one small light will always shine. FACT!

My greatest weapon was used the day that I revealed my EMPATH Soul. In 2019.

LOL. It brought them ghosties, ghoulies and long legged beasties right into – not just MY life but also – my most dearly beloveds’ lives.

And for that single eff-up…I HAVE become extremely Old Testament.


Destroy me all y’all want.

Leave my loved ones alone.

Thank you.

My light left on is NOT for demons. It’s for the love we bear each other.

NO – THING will destroy that.

Get it. Got it. GOOD :o)

Demonic Energy & The People of the Lie

There is too much evidence collected over the past 3 and a half years (and stored for future use) to make any of this mere coincidence or synchronicity.

No matter where I go on yt – I’m followed by demons whose sole aim is to destroy every single connection I make.

The one below happened a couple of days ago.

And every single time I publicly warn the channel owner – I AM TRASHED TO HELL.

Hey y’all – TRASH me in public and you WILL get revealed in public.

Greta Brookes’ name was made shit and unwanted….Now Uncontrolled Historian’s name is going the same way.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON on yt now gives me the STINK EYE.


Because I’ll NOT take this disgusting, diabolical, demonic dissing FROM ANYONE.

Never have. Never will.

I’ve lost too many friends and colleagues to sit quietly in a corner, sucking my thumb and screaming for Mummy.

Watch the video below and SEE YOURSELVES AS I SEE YOU.

Thank you

A Ton of Coal

I used to be able to afford a ton of coal…delivered in August…to last until February.

Not any more.

Hang on. Coal?


Fireplaces were antiquitech and used invisible energy to heat our homes back in the day.


Nope. Coal and wood and peat and whatever else could be burned. Hence the cities in the UK with buildings covered in blackened bricks. Edinburgh – Old Reekie. Black and stinking from all the soot and smoke. Manchester. Liverpool. Birmingham. London. Glasgow. Belfast.

DUSTmen. The clue is in the word?

From Metropolis to Radio Gaga

I’d sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio

You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars
You made ’em laugh, you made ’em cry
You made us feel like we could fly

So don’t become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don’t know, or just don’t care
And just complain when you’re not there

You had your time, you had the power
You’ve yet to have your finest hour
Radio (radio)


Watch the video and You’ll understand this……


Reblogged this on Greta Brookes and commented:


Jacquelyn GreigLove to All1 CommentEdit”Metropolis 1927″

This film has fascinated and freaked me out in equal measure for many years.


A screenshot from the film (!!)

Saturday, 26 January 2019, 15:57.

Take it away, Doug o)

Monster Mash : 1962 vs 2022

Still doing the vibe.

I was working in the lab, late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab, began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

He did the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash
(He did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(He did the mash) He did the monster mash

From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes

They did the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash
(They did the mash) It caught on in a flash
(They did the mash) They did the monster mash

The zombies were having fun (Wa hoo, tennis shoe)
The party had just begun (Wa hoo, tennis shoe)
The guests included Wolfman, Dracula and his son
The scene was rockin’, all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, ‘The Crypt-Kicker Five’

They played the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash
(They played the mash) It caught on in a flash
(They played the mash) They played the monster mash

Out from his coffin, Drac’s voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist and said
“Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?

It’s now the monster mash
(The monster mash) And it’s a graveyard smash
(It’s now the mash) It’s caught on in a flash
(It’s now the mash) It’s now the monster mash

Now everything’s cool, Drac’s a part of the band
And my Monster Mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you

Then you can monster mash
(The monster mash) And do my graveyard smash
(Then you can mash) You’ll catch on in a flash
(Then you can mash) Then you can monster mash

Easy Igor, you impetuous young boy (Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)
(Wa hoo, monster mash)

Just keep on keeping on, peeps.

The Romance of The Rose : Brain Killer

Image above of MY IRL bookshelf?

Yes. Not photo-shopped or fake or mandela or…!

This book has killed my brian (!) for years.

It’s dense and tangled and thorny. Fact!

But it is HUGE part of my literature/history/hidden journey.

Allegory can be as confusing as eff.

The Romance of the Rose was written in two stages by two authors. In the first stage of composition, circa 1230, Guillaume de Lorris wrote 4,058 verses describing a courtier’s attempts at wooing his beloved woman. The first part of the poem’s story is set in a walled garden, an example of a locus amoenus, a traditional literary topos in epic poetry and chivalric romance. Forty-five years later, circa 1275, in the second stage of composition, Jean de Meun or Jehan Clopinel wrote 17,724 additional lines, in which he expanded the roles of his predecessor’s allegorical personages, such as Reason and Friend, and added new ones, such as Nature and Genius. They, in encyclopedic breadth, discuss the philosophy of love.

I’m a rose grower. I have about 20 rose bushes in my garden. All but 2 planted by me.

A ROSE by any other name etc…….

Oh. And. DO NOT get onto the book to the left of Romance of the Rose. Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin.

I’m feeling feisty and tigerish today.

Because : I’ve Been Involved With THIS & a Wider BS Since 2019

I’m not a VICTIM. I’m a Survivor.

My story has been told here and on Greta Brookes’ blog for over 3 years. It all started with my connection to Martin.

I’d watched his videos for almost a year before I reached out to him for help. I’d ID’d him as a fellow traveller on the Truth Journey.

F1RST mistake. Right from the get-go my life turned, turned, turned. B A D.

It’s still not good. I’m still pot-less…without a benjamin $£ for over 10,000 articles. But MANY have prospered.

Of the all the hurtfuls, the fact that I emailed ML and told him that one of his subs had stolen my DEAD father’s name and was using it to comment on the FEB channel, his response truly betrayed his EMPATH (lol) lie. From that day on he always hearted David Greig. Big Joke. NOT.

Martin gave me the confidence to spread my work. I thanked him many times.

Martin then stole my work and made it his own. I’ve damned him many more times.


P.S. I almost died too after his disgusting public behaviour towards me. NOT A SINGLE yt PERSON GAVE A SHIT. Jan 30th 2020. There is EVIDENCE. My husband witnessed it all. This is not opinion. This is FACT.

Abuse is abuse. STOP THESE PEOPLE NOW.


Use Somebody

This song has a very special place in my heart.

It was sung live by a guitarist, a long-known and loved friend, in front of me who, days later, walked out on my international/multinational business and left me to pick up the total mess he’d left behind.

He literally packed up his desk in front of my eyes and silently said EffU.


The last time I earned a living wage.

HE literally packed up his desk in front of my eyes and silently said EffU.

Yeah. Nice friends.

Use Somebody.

Last I heard, he’d lost all his hair and eyebrows and eyelashes. Full blown alopecia. And he was so proud of good looks :o(

Sad as….

P.S. I adore this voice !

How To Start & Build a LIE

It started for me in 2018. I’d spent almost a year watching videos by certain yt creators. Then I joined the “trooth” community via FEB in January 2019

Stuff went viral. See image above.

Woohoooooo! Not :o(

I was given the label of Desperate Chick on yt in search of a babe.

It got so much worse from there. Banned. Trolled. Insulted. Threatened. Humiliated. Ignored. Ghosted. Blocked. Demonised. Hated. Patreon account destroyed. New website destroyed. Work destroyed.

Some of ’em even quoted MY OWN WORK at me and called me evil.

Y’all can see how my life turned from a respected writer to a toxic know-nothing nobody.


Here’s what I’m still seen as all these years later …A Desperate Housewife.

Yay. That’s me. Married to the same man since 1483 and now searching for a yt boy toy.



All his mates and Fellows and collaborators?

Has a single one posted a video in support of a man clearly in pain and anger and disillusionment?

When the money and the subs were rolling in, they were happy to be seen with him.


Who has failed whom?

I believe in Jade. I was skewered at the sharp end of this person’s (these men’s, including JL) dicky ego. But – c’mon. You’d’ve thought his mates would supported him. Yes? No?

BTW – they all failed me too.

Some men just can’t take on a Sagittarian Woman :o)

Acceptance & Moving On : The Painful Truth

Not even Near Death – Jan 30th 2019, collapsed on the kitchen floor and all but gone – stopped me from trying.

But there comes a time when we all have to face An Inconvenient Truth.

Even if I had died there and then, no one outside of my family would be bothered. It’d’ve change NOTHING. Apart from giving me the peace I so desperately seek.

A Word of Advice : NEVER, EVER give help and advice away free gratis and for nothing. YOU will end up paying the price until……

Eliphas Levi

As the image of one of my bookshelves above shows – I don’t google my knowledge, I read deeply and have done all my life.

Eliphas Levi is an enigma to me.

Supposedly worshiped by the Templars and said to be the Horned God of the Witches Sabbat, Baphomet was the inspiration for the devil figure in the film The Devil Rides Out (A DENNIS WHEATLEY BOOK!!!!!!!!). This items are based upon the illustration of Baphomet which appeared in the book Transcendental Magic by the 19th century occultist Eliphas Levi. Levi describes the image thus:- The Sabbatic Goat. The Baphomet of Mendes.

A pantheistic and magical figure of the Absolute. The torch placed between the two horns represents the equilibrating intelligence of the triad. The goat’s head, which is synthetic, and unites some characteristics of the dog, bull and ass, represents the exclusive responsibility of matter and the expiation of bodily sins in the body.

The hands are human, to exhibit the sanctity of labour; they make the sign of esotericism above and below, to impress mystery on initiates, and they point at two lunar crescents, the upper being white and the lower black, to explain the correspondences of good and evil, mercy and justice. The lower part of the body is veiled, portraying the mysteries of universal generation, which is expressed solely by the symbol of the caduceus.

The belly of the goat is scaled and should be coloured green; the semicircle above should be blue; the plumage, reaching to the breast, should be of various hues. The goat has female breasts, and thus its only human characteristics are those of maternity and toil, otherwise the signs of redemption.

On its forehead, between the horns and beneath the torch, is the sign of the Microcosm, or the Pentagram with one point in the ascendant, symbol of human intelligence, which, placed thus below the torch, makes the flame of the latter an image of divine revelation.


I feel that he was trying to bring true knowledge to us all. Sadly his works have been read and re-directed towards “the dark side.”

Say Baphomet to any one and they’ll all cry out in horror…..Get Thee Behind Me, Satan.

Yet – Baphomet and the Green Man of British legend are (maybe) one and the same.

I have a clay depiction of The Green Man hanging on my kitchen wall. To me he is the essence of nature, healing, freedom, love and beauty.

Why is his image carved into so many of our churches and cathedrals?

Why horned? Why Horny? Who was Herne the Hunter? Why is he so closely associated with Robin Hood?

D’ya not all have a teeny hint that we’ve been programmed against the Good, The True & The Beautiful? (BB quote)

I need to live another 10 lifetimes, methinks.

Oh. Pish. I’m already too tired :o(

Ravens of Dinefwr

This is the basis of my next novel – that’ll have to wait. As long as I have to battle fake history.

1093. Rhys ap Tewdwr and his son, Gruffydd ap Rhys who married Gwenllian ferch Gruffydd. She’s the one who was beheaded. Gruffydd died less than a year later. In unknown circs. Both of them were OUTLAWED and spent their lives moving from pillar to post.

There’s a thread that runs through all these stories.

The Divine Dolores

Used & Misused.

Y’all’ll understand that if you know her IRL story.

Linger or Be gone. 4ev’s. I prefer the latter.

Please & Thank Y’all.


St. Patrick’s BreastPlate

Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who
thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who
speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.


Done that. Still bedevilled :o(