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Copyright (C) Anthony William Johns. Years 2002 To 2008.
34 Bishops Hill. Ipswich. Suffolk. IP3 8EN.
Note.
This page was reviewed and updated in mid March 2008. The
following text was added.
In this section, part-10, and the next section, part-11, you will see what I have already published gives ammunition to people that want to discredit me: they use it effectively. The purpose is to get me attacked as a pervert, I am not a sex offender, or locked up in the local mental hospital. However, my books have discredited this town and the people, if you do this: you can expect the people to fight back.
I cannot correct what I write: as this is published. I can only offer explanation as to why I publish the content that offends so many people. This is fully explained in the next section, part- 11. As I have explained now, and in other parts of this site, I often state that I am psychopathic. I have always used this word in the wrong context. As a child, and often now, my personal interpretation of the word psychopathic is incorrect. My personal interpretation of the word is that I am extremely angry, this is what I am trying to get across.
When I use the word psychopathic in this part-10, and the next part, part-11, I just mean very angry. When very angry I am not delusive and there is no delusion in the this book part-10 or part-11 which covers the time periods of 2007 to mid March 2008. I use killing thoughts: as many people do to bring down the anger level, many people do this, I can control my anger, I have controlled it for the last 11 years, I have no intent to kill people. I have been extremely harassed and made very angry by people in this past 11 years, I have not hurt any person in this time period.
There was a change in mental health law in late 2007, I have not had time to research this. I believe that people that are considered a risk to the general public can now be indefinitely detained in a mental hospital. In part-11, it is explained how this can be dishonestly achieved to keep a person such as me who is a thorn in the side of the hierarchy: and the general public, in this town permanently locked up.
This government can now isolate a person from friends and relatives with dishonest feedback of sexual profiling. With mass sexual profiling, that the victim is aware of, and dishonesty, they can keep him/her in a mental hospital. Funding and support to Doctors surgeries and mental institutions and hospitals, and the police can be politically controlled to get a victim of a government: permanently locked up. A person has no rights in a mental hospital. This is explained in part-11
The new section added to this part-10 starts at page 347.
Notes.
I feel that the blanket testing of me is carried out under the
control of Ipswich police, Social Services, and Ipswich Borough
council. The motive for this is money, Ipswich Borough Council,
and this government are their paymasters. I have gone up against
the local and national government. Ipswich police have recently
received more money from government. The main bodies organising
psychology tests are post office workers, college students,
Ipswich Library staff, local shops with ethnic proprietors.
The New Changes.
The big stitch up starts, a new phobia appears, I prefer not to
look at peoples faces in close proximity, I now look with
interest at their lower parts. If I have a positive thought,
this is at times followed immediately by a negative thought.
Mode swings start. The trust of all people completely goes.
At times mental confusion returns. I am made psychopathic for
longer periods, sometimes for several days.
Sexual interest in children increases. I become very anti-social. I start making rude gestures to people. I become more interested in the backs of peoples heads again as I become more anti-social. Colour interests change. I had good information that my eldest daughter, a prostitute, is unnecessarily endangering life, I attack her in this part-10 with a very nasty letter. Paranoia regards my personal safety sets in, my brain runs riot. A lot of the new abuse and stitch up comes from ethnic tribes, my childhood racial prejudices soon return. I notice this is happening with other people in my age group. Professional people lie to stitch me up.
Tuesday. 2ND January. 2007.
I went to see Richard Perriman my business adviser, as I was
about to leave Richard's office we both stood up, I could not
look at Richard's face, I looked down at his black trouser
groyne area, there was very slight sexual interest. As I left
the main office to leave the building, Richard held the door
open for me, his legs were apart, I looked at his groyne again.
If it were not for the mental corruption imposed upon me by my granddaughter, I feel the interest in black would not be so prevalent, also the incremented sexual interest in a man's groyne. I certainly do not want sexual activity with a man, this whole incident negating my credibility with Richard caused further mental corruption for a few days: this is the downward spiral.
Thursday, 4TH January. 2007.
Went skating at Rollerworld with Martin, Chris, and Kirsty.
Throughout the evening I realised that I now had a higher
interest in black clothes on adults and children.
Sunday. 7TH January. 2007.
4PM. I came up Bishops Hill behind the two girls that hang
around the Cavendish St. Indian shop. The girl I have nick-
named pinky, she always wears pink, kept looking at me,
so I looked back. As I approached my front door some
children on the balcony of the top flats near my house
were abusive shouting perv, wanker. I put my fist in the
air and made a wanker gesture, the abuse stopped, there
has been no more abuse since - to 19 01 07.
Wednesday. 10th January. 2007.
The usual stupid tests ensue in local shops, particularly,
the Cavendish St. Indian Shop. I am sure that I am marked down
for failures at every test, it is very rare now that I behave
in a lewd manner, I am being stitched up good and proper in
these shops.
I went to see Denese and family. Donna came to the front door to let me in. Donna was black clad, this is unusual for Donna, I looked at her, pondering as to whether I should remark that she was young to be a Scottish widow. I decided to say nothing, Donna has a lot of problems, and is very quick tempered.
Towards the end of the evening Donna was sitting the other side of her mother, her mother quickly moved away from Donna. Donna had her leg exposed up to her thigh, she looked as though she had a garter near the top of her leg, after scrutiny, I realised this was lace underwear, I was then attracted to her leg that was very thin, I did not expect her to be this thin, none of this sighting by me of her leg was an undue sexual interest, there was however a very slight sexual interest, this is normal, Donna is 15 years old.
Her brother Jamie was the spotter, he turned to face Donna, stating perv, indicating that I was a pervert. I cannot think of any person that I would rather not have sex with other than Donna, she is rude, smokes, also, at times psychopathic.
Denese's mother arrived, her mother does not like me, the feeling is mutual, I do not find mothers face attractive, and I do not like to look at it. I found that sometimes my eyes dropped and settled on her breasts. This not liking looking at female faces and a settled looking at breasts has become more common over the last few months. I was disappointed at tests at Denese's, this was one place I thought that I was safe from such testing.
Sunday. 14TH January. 2007.
Tests everywhere I went: at the college shop, on Back Hamlet,
in Wellesley Road, I my daughters house, with my Daughter and
Grandchildren, the Coop shop, and the return journey. I was not
aware of failing any tests.
Monday. 15TH January. 2007.
Sarah stayed with me today and Tuesday morning, she likes me
bathing her, combing her hair, and generally pampering her, I
like it too. The sex was good, Sarah liked the sex toy that I
bought her, we both enjoyed music: and had a good time
together.
Wednesday. 17TH January. 2007.
Tests as usual in the Raja Stores in Cavendish St. The
proprietor was impolite, he never replied when I said hello or
goodbye. Tests near the post office in Cliff Lane, postman
bending over, I held my nose as I approached him. Tests in the
post office with the postmaster bending over, and also a
postman bending over as I was about to leave. I showed my
annoyance by holding my nose so all could see as I left the post
office. I did not fail any tests, no doubt I was stitched up.
This made me psychopathic for the rest of the day.
Thursday. 18Th January. 2007.
I went to Suffolks Auction sales, prior this was discussed on the
telephone with David. I sat down, then I noticed a large woman
about the same age and size as Sarah displaying nice breasts and
cleavage, similar size breasts as Sarah's large breasts. I looked
at her, a short while later I looked at her again, and I heard a
woman say yes.
The auctioneer and staff males and females, moved about, they were black clad, I did not ogle any of these people, however, when they passed me a person always said yes: another stitch up. As I left I stared at a woman that was looking at me, I felt she was part of this set up, she held her nose as I passed her. Auctioneers, Bailiffs, the biggest crooks you will ever meet, well connected with the police.
I went in to the Patel,s newsagents shop in Fore Street, the woman shop keeper and her daughter were in the shop, I looked at the shop keeper and became confused and went to the ice cream fridge, I then bought a beer and left the shop: somewhat confused. This confusion with such heavy testing has happened many times before.
Upon returning to my house, I was confronted with a postman bending over at number 28, surprise, surprise, I held my nose when I saw him. The events this day made me depressed and psychopathic. This week every time I get a positive thought, it is immediately followed by a negative thought. This problem is increasing.
Friday. 19TH. January 2007.
New Trick. At Rosehill coop I passed a woman, when she got level
with me she said hello, I immediately turned my head to look at
her, I did not recognise her, the spotter was walking towards us
with a good view of both of us. Nice One,
Sunday. 21ST January 2007.
4PM. I went to see Dianne and my grandchildren, the time spent
with the family was positive, however, as I left and kissed my
granddaughter goodbye she held her ear lobe as a sign for a
paedophile, this negated my mental state for a few days.
Monday. 22ND January 2007.
4PM I went to the post office in Cliff Lane, there were no tests
today, as I cycled on the path down Cliff Lane there was a
procession of women and children that came out of the Church
crossing the road towards me, I dismounted, and walked towards the
line of vehicles. By the time I got to the vehicles about four
young women were bending over and some children were also bending
over getting in their respective vehicles. I took no notice of
this display, however, there was a slight sexual interest in the
women's displayed figures.
Tuesday. 23rd January 2007.
My new amplifier project is not going well, I expected all the
metalwork for the stainless steel chassis to come to about 600
pounds, I have had so many problems with this project, that I
had decided to scrap it because I have not the money to complete
it. Also, the amplifiers are physically very large, expensive,
may not sell well. The magazine that I wanted to promote my
amplifiers in has not responded to my request to the editor to
write an article for it.
A quote for the metal work was much cheaper at 360 pounds, this has possibly made the project viable, so I decided to resume it, but get quotes for all the parts needed for construction. I have also been depressed recently, the on/off of the project, the difficulty with the project, the positive and negative mental excursions caused by profiling recently, granddaughters mental corruption, this has led to excessive mode swings in the last week.
David Miles gave me a CD copy of a group called Bond, that was orchestral, with emphasis on violin playing. The emotion in the music, particularly, the perfection projected in the violin playing resulted in me crying for about half a minute, I had not heard such excellence for years. I however realised the excessive mode swing and forced myself to quickly recover.
David also gave me a Debt card to identify that he said he was going to destroy, this triggered massive paranoia, my finger prints were on the card, the card could be used in a stitch up to discredit me, I now do not trust anybody. Particularly people in my assessment that have been trying to discredit me with profiling tests: that they have set up.
Thursday 25th January 2007.
I went skating with Martin, Chris, and Kirsty. Martin sat in front
of me and turned his head profile in the car at one time, I
looked, was it a test? Martin said yes to Chris. At the rink I
felt that there was a lot of testing, particularly from the group,
in the cafeteria rink floor exit. The Group was Chris, Martin,
Kirsty, Tony, and other people that I know. There were back tests
from Martin and Chris, There were also other tests on the rink.
In the train game period, Chris lead, then Martin, then me. I could not look up a lot of the time, and looked at Martin's bottom for a lot of the time, I was not aware of any sexual interest. There was one bad fail this night, often there are people, children and adults standing around the edges of the rink to see if I am attracted to gender, age, or clothes colour.
I skated through a gap of two boys, concentrating on the gap so I did not collide with either boy, as I got very close to the boys I could then see a girl aged about 12, black clad, short skirt, young teenage shape figure standing against the wall, I was heading straight for her. I immediately turned, shortly after I heard shouts of perv. I apposed some of the back tests with males, by holding my nose as I passed them. One test, male, black trousers, legs wide apart, seated as I approached him. The stance was so unusual, I briefly looked and failed the test, he held his arm up to indicate a failed test to associates.
There were several children aged about 12, short skirts, teenage figures on the rink. I skate backwards on the U bends at the ends of the rink, I then turn and face forwards on the straights. Often I turned to be facing a young teenage girl, this was not deliberate, this just happens. I often heard shouts of perv.
Saturday 27th January 2007.
David Miles thought that it would be a good idea to shut down my
internet sites for a year to save money. Amazing: everybody wants
to shut down my sites. This made me very angry.
I went to the dock, sat and had a beer. There were some people walking along the pontoon near me, there was a noise that sounded like heels scraping. I scrutinised the people, eventually I could see a young girl 7? Black clad of course, between the people, she was making the noise. The people were walking quite fast.
Some more people approached me, walking fast, were they spotters, so I observed them. Shortly after, a man and woman walked towards me slowly, I ignored them. The woman said to the man, we must be walking too slow for a perv to notice.
Sunday 28TH January 2007.
I went to Broomhill pool to find a man I know who is a member of
broomhill.org I could not find him. A man that lives across the
road from the Broomhill pool recommended that I see a person he
knew that was connected to saving the pool.
I saw the man, name undisclosed, he was a principle member of the Broomhill.org - we discussed issues, he said there was a covenant on Broomhill park, it could only be used for social use, this excluded the building of houses. He stated that IBC were now pro the pool, the money was being raised, the refurbishment cost was now 3.9 million pounds. I went to Dianne's, this was positive. No failed tests.
Thursday 1st February 2007.
Went to the Indian shop in Cavendish St, usual stitch up.
Friday 2nd February 2007.
I went to the library, another stitch up.
7:30PM Denese's son Jamie knocked on my door, I told him he was
not allowed to come to my house and immediately sent him away.
Saturday 3RD February 2007.
I saw Jamie with a rough family on Bishops Hill, one of the
children was kicking a car, Jamie told him to stop as he was
already in trouble with the police. 4:30PM I went to Aldi, back
test with boy aged 12, I ignored it, the man said yes, indicating
that I had looked at the boy when I had not, another stitch up.
Later that evening I found dogs excreta in bags in my garden.
Sunday 4TH February 2007.
12 Noon. Heard a noise from the front door area as I was working
in the back room, rushed outside to see an empty food tin had been
thrown near the front door from the top level of the flats near
by. The children were disrespectful calling me a pensioner and
other names. I shouted very loudly I will get the police if you
throw any more rubbish in my garden. The children went in to the
their flat and were not seen again this day.
3PM went for a walk along the dock, there was man walking with a long range camera round his neck, I felt that he photographed me. I went to the library, as I entered there was a test with a pink clad child with two library staff that walked towards me, the child, female 9? had long blond beautiful hair, I looked at the child, she was beautiful, I was not aware of sexual attraction.
I went to Dainne's, Dianne answered the door, in close proximity I could not look at her face, too much psychological damage from her face over a long time, this happens a lot with other people. I looked at her breasts, surprise, surprise, she was pink clad. Michelle moved about a bit, as she moved I took no direct notice of her, Kevin often moved his hand, was he indicating failed test to her when she could not see me, another stitch up? Do not know. The visit was reasonable. No failed tests.
My granddaughter said the dog barks when she cuddles Kevin, Kevin is 24? and my daughters current lover, my granddaughter is 13. My granddaughter has not wanted to cuddle me for two years, this is disappointing, however, I must get on with my life: and not bother with this.
Notes. I am stitched up most days, with supposed to be looking at men and boys, I do not look at men very much, however, when I am near men or boys I often hear the man say yes, thus indicating a failed test. This keeps me permanently psychopathic.
Often in the library when I use the computers something on screen will happen to make me look in certain directions. Usually I find myself looking at a man. This seems to happen at a level in my assessment greater than chance: this could be engineered.
Monday 5th February 2007.
The boy kept shouting at the dog which was barking in the top flat
today, this was annoying.
Wednesday 7th February 2007.
Possible backing for my psychology book, spoke to an old friend
today, he may help me.
Thursday. 8th February 2007.
2:50PM Went to the library, there appeared on screen as I read
the news a brown child male 9? bare body from lower face to
lower abdomen. I was sexually attracted to this child, this was
surprising, part of this could be new image, a difference always
attracts. I looked at the boy for about three seconds. I am
however slightly more attracted to brown skin.
I do not feel the attraction would have been so intense, if not at all, prior to the mental corruption imposed since last spring escalating to recent major corruption with adults.
Went Skating with Martin Kirsty Chris, in the foyer we waited and paid the entry fee, there was row of 5? boys nearby aged 8-10? as I passed the rear of the boys, I was attracted to the younger boys bottom and looked at this for about a second. This was unusual.
It was a good night, however, I was a lot more sexually attracted to children of different colour attire and young females large and small breasts. The recent adult serious neural corruption has driven my sexual interests to lower age again. However, this was much worse a few years ago when I was also attracted pink skin babies in nappies, ( dipers ), caused by the psychology analyses neural corruption.
I spoke to Martin, I said that I could not see many adults on the rink, Martin pointed out one or two adults that I had not observed, I could not remember seeing adults, I was not attracted to adults: and had not seen adults on the rink. Adults were blanked, this occurrence is new.
Martin and Chris were observing me for a lot of the evening, also one of the two women friends, mothers, they are friendly with. I was standing near Martin, I felt a small collision with my skate, I looked down to see a boy, the woman said yes. I had a very good skate, the music was good, very little talk from the D.J. It was a very good evening.
I asked Martin if he would write to me confirming that I had asked over the years to skate adult night, away from children, This is a better fast skate, also, there is no risk of hurting children in collision. Martin refused to do this. As I went to sleep this night an image appeared of a female child aged 12? rear view, black skirt to just above centre leg, black stockings, shapely leg, shapely small bottom, I opened my eyes and then went to sleep. The image never reappeared, this did not cause an erection or masturbation, or further thought fantasy.
I collided with one child this evening, the boy 10? was not hurt, I was skating backwards, who was at fault I do not know. My skating backwards is getting more difficult with age as the neck loses it's extensive movements. I never have thought sexual thoughts before going to a sports venue, I go for the sport, I love the sport. If I get a car, I would like to skate adult night, ( Wednesdays ), and Sunday night, Sunday night, this is usually a quiet night, better for artistic practise.
Friday 9th February 2007.
12PM I went to the library, at the Dock St. shop, as I left the
shop, a man stood in close proximity near the door as I was closing
the door, I did not look at his face, I looked down at his groyne.
He put his hand up as a gesture to a person across the road. In
the library a black fully clothed man appeared on screen, I
ignored this, there was no sexual interest.
Note. I do not want sex with children or men, such sightings do not cause thought masturbation. Currently I do not want sex with any person apart from Sarah. There has been no return imagery fantasy to the female child image on Thursday night, I fantasise most days about having sex with Sarah. This caused fantasy masturbation to orgasm last Friday night.
Monday 12TH February 2007.
Happy Birthday. Just one card today, I went out late morning for
a couple of hours, I forgot that I went out. My Ipswich
Granddaughter telephoned me when I was out, she did not leave a
message. By 6PM I was depressed and unhappy that the family had
not contacted me. Dianne left a voice mail message at 6:30PM
she telephoned at 7:30 PM.
5PM. There was a test at the laundry on Felixtowe Road, I held the door as I left the shop, looking down towards a mans bottom, when I realised what I was doing, I looked away.
Notes. Below are the figures as an assessment of the blanket testing of me for the last month, the daily tests, and the abuse, where ever I go.
1. One back facing test per day.
2. One front test per day.
3. Three bottoms tests per day.
4. As I walk near male children and adult men, three incidents per day of a person saying yes to indicate a failed test when I do not look at these people. There are never any no's
5. One ear holding per day. Indicating paedophile.
6. Three nose holdings per day, indicating that I stink.
7. Three calls of perv per day, often from young children.
I now walk in public with my head down again for most of the time. When a person or people walk towards me I often look across their body, or bodies, looking for hand movement.
Tests have been set up recently in such a way with men so I have a greater chance of failing them. People observe common practises that a person has and set up tests within these habits, I.E.
1. When I walk in some shops I always look in a certain direction.
2 When I leave some shops I hold the door to make sure it does not slam looking down in a certain direction.
3. When you are forced to step off the path to avoid people, you have to look over your shoulder to see if there is approaching traffic from behind, often people are set up so you find when you turn you are looking at a man or a persons body.
4. Often when a man walks in close proximity, he has cleats in his heals, this often sounds like a woman's heal so I look: only to find that it is a man.
With this knowledge tests can be set up in the known directions as to where a person looks, so when you look in that direction, you are looking at a mans bottom, back or groyne. Most of this sort of test is set up at road junctions: where I turn my head to look at a road to avoid possible collision. The men in my case when these tests have been set up are usually black clad, or I find myself looking at a mans bottom.
I see my neighbour Pat about once a week we are quite friendly. If I turn away from her and quickly turn back, she is usually holding her ear lobe, when I sight her, she removes her hand from her ear.
The effect of all of the above is induced depression, anger - psychopathy general unhappiness: thoughts of retaliation, particularly, the mass killing of Ipswich people.
The depression of late has caused a short term memory problem, I now cannot remember doing mundane things after the events.
Tuesday 13th February 2007.
I went to Wellesley Road, as I walked up the road there was a
group of 30? children walking towards me on the other side of
the road, there was a taller blond girl with a pony tail, I
was attracted to her and looked at her, this may have been a
sexual attraction, however, I do not want sex with children,
no desire to sexually touch them either. I like looking at such
children, I think that they are beautiful.
When I was further up the road I heard a loud shout of wanker, I gesticulated with my hand making a wanker sign, I eventually looked over my shoulder to see my Granddaughter Michelle behind me. This abuse would have upset me a lot years ago, however, I am now quite hardened to it, however, this did depress me.
I received plenty of nice birthday cards this day, this cheered me up. In Fore Street in the afternoon there was a woman aged 30 displaying a profiled pony tail, I ogled her to see if it was a test, It was a test, the spotter, surprise, surprise, was the plumber, the proprietor of AWS services, I had complained to him recently by letter, and he had called to see me about a safety issue with one of his employees.
Thursday 15TH February 2007.
I went to the chemist shop on Felixtowe Road, as I left the shop
I had to walk past a woman's bottom and a child in a push chair.
I took no notice of these people, there were three spotters at
the door, outside the door, that moved away. At Rose Hill coop
as I entered the store a manager was bent over in front of me,
I did not look at him, I held my nose as I approached him,
several people at the check-out laughed.
Friday 16th February 2007.
Abuse, dangerous articles, excreta were thrown in to my garden,
I called the police, the police went and saw the people concerned.
This made me psychopathic.
Saturday 17th February 2007.
Spent most of the day writing a letter to the police, this made me
psychopathic, because this wasted the day. I went to Cliff Lane
post office, failed a test, I looked to see if it was a test and
it was, male postman back test. Typed up these notes from the
12th to the 17th between 7:30 and 9 PM. I am very angry this day
at recent events, made psychopathic.
Tuesday 20th February. 2007.
There were at least 10 tests today where ever I went, I was
still psychopathic: and either held my nose, or made wanker
gestures to the people that were setting up these tests. I was
very anti social this day: and racial.
Wednesday 21st February. 2007.
I went to the library in Northgate St. There were no observable
tests. I went to Mc'donalds there were two men back facing
light blue shirts, I looked at the men, there was a slight sexual
interest, however, I ogled one man to see if it was a test, the
spotters moved, shortly after this a manageress walked past my
view holding her nose, so I gave her a wanker gesture that she
could see, this annoyed the staff. Good. I usually watch whoever
prepares my ice cream, I do not want spittle or expectorant added
again.
I went to Dianne's, Michelle, let me in to the house, when I walked in the lounge she was back facing me, facing her mother who was looking at me, another test, I briefly looked and then went and sat away from her. Michelle then proceeded to talk to me often standing dancing an moving about as she talked. There was no sexual interest from me to my Granddaughter. Dianne made me a cup of tea, I stayed for half an hour, the whole event was more positive than negative, whatever the circumstances, I love my Granddaughter: and I was pleased to see her.
Thursday. 22nd February 2007.
11AM? I decided to go to the library, in Fore Street as I passed
the Davey emporium, The Oaks Gym, Ian Davey, owner of The Oaks
Gym was was outside, just past him I had to step of the path,
I looked over my shoulder to see if there was a cyclist
approaching from behind me, I had to look briefly in the
direction of Davey.
He was with another man, I heard him say perv quite loudly, this did not bother me. Mr. Davey is a wonderful man Ex armed bank robber, imprisoned for this, long term, presumably the gun was loaded, would he have killed a bank security guard or cashier? Davey is one of my prostitute daughters wonderful friends.
Mr. Davey was sentenced at Ipswich Crown Court in February 2008 to three years imprisonment, for the vicious beating of another man. The link to the story has been broken by the local Evening Star newspaper, the link below now takes you to an Evening Star newspaper web page.
When I turned the corner to cross Carr St. I was attracted to a 14? year old boy standing in the distance near a taxi van, I only looked for a split second, after this, the spotters quickly moved.
In the library, there was a bottoms test near where I was working, I held my nose, the extremely well dressed gentleman who was also observing, exclaimed 'OH'. The tester said 'that sometimes happens', I know it happens most of the time: and that I am being stitched up in this library 'big time'. At the point where I had to look at the url at the top of the monitor, a man and a woman passed by right where I was looking, amazing.
The well dressed man presumably was a hierarchal person observer in response to my letter to Suffolk County Council recording the amazing amount of profiling carried out by library staff causing the serious mental impairment of me.
It's skate night, I looked at the Ipswich Advertiser, a free paper. I was attracted to a 12? 14? year old very short skirted lower half display of a girl skater at the rink where I was going. Later laying in the bath I thought of looking forward to skating and linked the thought to the girl in the picture. This is the first time there has been a sexually connected interest in going to skate.
On the journey to skate Chris And Martin kept brushing their hair with their hands on occasion, this did not cause sexual interest. I felt this was a test. The car was 2 door, Martin held the door in close proximity for me to get out of the car. My head was in line with his groyne, I had to turn my head across the viewing area of his groyne. At the point of looking at his groyne, I quickly turned my head away to the right, and then returned to looking at his groyne very briefly before looking to the left and standing up looking to the left away from Martin to walk away from the car. Martin put his hand up to Chris, I believe as an indication of a failed test?
I skate fast as usual on the rink, I was more attracted to children, boys slightly more than girls mostly white clad boys. The interests only last for a split second as you very quickly pass the children: this is the first time this has happened. I used the upstairs bar to keep away from the children, I am paranoid at being stitched up with alleged sexual assault. I was not unduly sexually excited looking at children or any other people on the rink. I talked to two friends in the bar, they had no knowledge of sexual testing.
I was attracted to the two young teenagers wearing short skirts, however, I did not ogle them or deliberately skate near them. I skate with Martin talking to him for a while, we passed two boys aged 8-9? on two separate occasions, they were bent over, there was a slight sexual attraction, this is new. There was another bendover test in full view, I looked away from this boys bottom.
There were no psychologists observed by me on the rink, were they all viewing monitors set up from the infra red tracking cameras and lights, possibly? probably.
At the end of the night I was attracted to white clad teenagers and women, just as I was about to leave I was attracted to a pair of lovely breasts, woman's size, as the person got nearer, this was recognised as a child aged 12 - 13? upon age realisation, I immediately looked away. Chris and Martin were spotters behind me.
There was a large breasted cleavage showing black clad girl aged 18? in the foyer as we left, I found her attractive, and I looked at her, she thanked Martin as she left, I queried Martin about the thanks remark, Martin did not respond.
The escalated interest in male children is caused by the recent abuse of me and my psychopathic retaliation towards principally adult males. However, nothing has changed, I do not want sex with children: a good looking very sexually experienced female, no trouble, aged 30? Yes Please ! Call today !!!
Recently induced phobia, I often cannot look at males faces in close proximity, so I now look at their lower parts.
Another induced phobia, I turn to look across mid bodies when walking as two or more people approach me to see if there are hand movements indicating a failed test.
Recent problem and remedy. About six months ago I started to drink a pint of beer a day, after a few months I started progressively to have short term memory problems, this became quite serious, quite a problem. About a month ago, I stopped drinking the daily pint: within a month the short term memory problem has gone. My brain currently is quite pristine. My medication stellazine clearly states, 'avoid alcohol'.
Friday 23rd February 2007.
The date above may be incorrect, however the event happened. I
went to see David Miles, he did a back test, his movement was
unusual so I looked for a second, there was no sexual interest,
Colin Mayne, one of Davids friends was the spotter, Colin made a
wanker gesture, so I could see it, this caused mental impairment
to me.
Notes.
The colour change to pink as described in Part-9 I feel was caused
by me forcing a colour change in my sexual interests in black clad
adults where I blanked out black and changed to white. This caused
a partial change to white interests, but increased the interest in
white clad children, and decreased the interest in women.
I intend to try to blank out looking at most people, however, I have already started to do this by walking with my head down, looking down. The profilers cannot do anything worse, they have adapted my mental state again to displayed lewd behaviour. However, the profilers are stitching me up, so they are very dishonest.
I now cannot carry on this log, it is pointless, I feel that I have had virtually every adaptation that a person can have with the exception of physical sexual assault, and the desire to sexually touch children: touching children with sexual desire is morally and legally wrong. This log will not be appended unless something completely different happens.
I wrote to John Gregg, Vulnerable Children, Ipswich Social Services, 0731.txt - 20 02 2007 with the request regards sexual testing: police forensic data base. Question. Are you computer linked to a police forensic data base where such information is kept? Please answer yes or no, I received a reply, this question was never answered. My letter is now published in the letters section.
I received so much abuse, and made very angry by stupid tests set up by the family at 107 Cavendish Street, that at the time I fantasised about killing these children. This fantasy is also published in the letters section in a letter to Ipswich Police: 0730.txt - 22 02 07.
Fantasising about killing brings down the hate level for me, I feel that this mode has been with me since I was a child because of my child abuse. My child abuse lasted for 6 years, the abuse of me in Ipswich has lasted 11 years: this is an interesting parallel. In the period 1960 to 1992 where I did not suffer abuse such thoughts never occurred. I however do not envisage a scenario where I would hurt people. Fantasy of killing, is a way for me of controlling violence.
I must get on with my life, try to enjoy it, rise above the stupidity of the blanket testing, I cannot have a worse mental state regards induced interests. I have no desire to commit violent offences, so there is no problem.
I think once I ignore the abuse, my brain will quickly heal, all the new lewd interests will disappear. The mode swings quickly came and went, the killing fantasy soon came and went, the interest in the colour pink soon came, this is now at a lessor level. Overall, my mental state is a lot better than it was between mid 1996 and 2002.
In my assessment, my sexual interests have changed, I think homosexual and paedophile interests have both increased to 25% this leaves heterosexual interests at 50% This is not a problem, I do not need sex as some people do, I would like a girlfriend, but being without such a relationship is not a problem. As stated on numerous occasions: I do not want sexual contact with men or children.
The new publication in Mid February 2008. All the tests, events and adaptations are published from Friday 9th March 2007 to Monday 18th of February 2008. On this page, please read on to find out that,
Paranoia increases, I think a person is entering my house and deliberately moving articles about to mentally destabilise me. I think on two occasions that a person is entering my house to try to poison me. Or, am I some how being poisoned outside the house? Was this delusion? Did this happen? The final analyses in February 2008 is that I cannot be certain that a person has not tried to poison me on two occasions.
My lifestyle becomes so poor, that I meet a friend of my girlfriends: that I become to absolutely loath, and I hope that her boyfriend kills the bitch. I become more racist when angered. Through sexual testing I fall out with my eldest daughter and family, I lose most of my friends. The relationship with my girlfriend becomes a nightmare. The colour pink by 2008 becomes a primary sexual interest colour.
Friday 09 03 07. 2007.
I went to see my Sister in Norwich. As I cycled through the docks
in Ipswich there were the usual black clad female tests outside
the customs house. I ignored these people, but as I cycled on,
I was approaching the back of a male aged 25? walking in front
of me. Ignoring the women approaching the back of a young male,
I would have been marked down for a higher percentage male
interest. This was a typical projection and analyses of a false
positive.
Saturday 10 03 07. 2007.
I was outside the front of my sisters house when the window
cleaners called at a house opposite. One of the window cleaners
said, 'he is a perv', Allison a neighbour said I know. I was
slightly mentally negated by the window cleaners statement.
Sunday 11 03 07. 2007.
This day when I went outside my sisters house to clean the garage,
one of Allison's children said Grandpa here's perv, the child is
very young. I found this amusing and laughed, this now does not
bother me quite so much.
In the afternoon I went for a long bike ride, I told my sister that I was going to Earlham Park, get a nice cup of tea, and have a walk in the park. I felt there was a test as I passed a boy sitting on a wall back facing me outside the Aldi store, there were three other boys that were spotters. I ignored all this and cycled on. I went through Motum Road, I wanted to see what this road was like, it used to be rough, it was so bad now that I felt it was a police no go area: I felt unsafe.
In Earlham park, I felt that there was a back test, young female, back facing as I approached the entrance to the cafe, I ignored this woman and entered the cafe. At the counter there were several children in front of me aged 10 -11? however, there was one child immediately in front of me, very young 7? I knew what I wanted to order, just a tea, so there was no need to look at food display. This left the option of looking across the heads and backs of the children, I looked down to the floor, and looked at the floor for some time.
This meant I had to look near the black clad bottom of the youngest child, this was a serious false positive projection, I realised this later. I sat outside the cafe and enjoyed an excellent cup of tea, there were no further tests near the cafe. I felt there was test with a black clad male, I ignored this, I felt there was other tests with children, particularly one pink clad young child, I was attracted to this child, but I did not show it.
I walked along the river bank to the bridge, I enjoyed looking at the water, I looked for fish, I did not see any fish. I looked off the bridge both sides, as I returned to the park I passed a family, I did not look at the child, the woman said perv. I left the park, I went to my old school, Earlham School, the gates were open for authorised public use, I felt I was authorised to see my old school, so I had a look round. There were seats facing the playing field, the sun was shining, it was a warm spring day, It was idyllic: and I had found the perfect spot away from people to read my New Scientist Magazine.
I then took the route along Earlham Road, Henderson Road, Elizabeth Fry Road, Avenue Road, to Heigham Park. The park was in good use, I like this park, I had an enjoyable walk round the park. I left the park cut across to Earlham Road, bought an ice cream at a Super Store on Earlham Road, sat and enjoyed the ice cream outside the store. I then took the route Earlham Road, Gypsey Lane, Earlham Green Lane to return to my sisters house.
At the Aldi shop, I felt there was another test, there was a man and a pink clad female child 2? near the store, the man was stationary, there was a fairly large gap to pass through between the man and the child, However I preferred to circumvent them both, I did not look at the man or the child as I passed. The man said perfect, I was inclined to agree this, I of course said nothing. I felt there was test with a boy 12? in my sisters road, I ignored this boy, there was no sexual interest.
I left my sisters at 7PM to return to Ipswich, as I cycled towards Thorpe Rail Station an extremely beautiful young woman 25? Red evening dress walked round a corner and proceeded to walk towards me, she was extreme, I immediately looked at her as we passed, she was beautiful, there was great attraction from me to her. The spotter was in a car near by.
At Ipswich Station, leaving the train walking along the platform there was a red clad male, 25? back facing me with three male spotters looking at me, I ignored the lot, there was no sexual interest in any of these men.
Important Note.
Over the last month or so, I have been trying to figure out why
the interest in children has not only risen, but also the
interest in the colour pink. My conclusion is that the interest
is only small part sexual, I do not want to sexually touch
these children, neither does it cause sexual fantasy, the
predominant feeling is that I want to cuddle them. The colour
change is due to trying to change a dominant colour interest:
this causes other colour interest changes, also, possibly, I am
at last returning to the colour interest program that I had
before the major brain corruption in 1996.
I decided not to keep extensive notes from here on, only the important ones. I started blanking out most people, I did not look at them, this was difficult to do. I started drinking a pint of Stella lager each day, this was to have a very detrimental effect on me. There were tests in March that had a detrimental effect on me, however, the extent of the testing was reduced. I felt this was because I had published the recent blanket testing.
Monday 9th April 2007.
Easter Monday, I went to Lowestoft by train. I felt there was
a few tests there. As I walked down the high street there was
a pink clad child that I thought was a woman, back facing me,
in front of a man. I wanted to know, was it a test? I looked
at the back of her head as I approached her. As I got closer
the man put his hand up, usual gesture.
When I got closer, I could then see it was a child, large child, small woman's stature. I heard her ask the man, presumably her father what was happening? He replied, I will tell you when you are older. I then looked at the man, and walked on.
Tuesday 17th April 2007.
On two occasions this week I had severe accounts of hypothermia,
this was after drinking tea at Dianne's, my eldest daughter. I
told Dianne that the trust had gone with her, I was concerned for
being poisoned, I would not drink and eat there any more.
Thursday 19th April 2007.
A sticky substance was put on the handle bar rubber grips on my
bike, this was difficult to get off my hands, I was concerned
in case this was a skin absorbent poison, my hand went red in the
contaminated areas. I researched the internet for skin induced
poisons, my analyses, the likely candidate was distilled poison
oak or ivy.
I felt that a person was entering my house and moving things around to destabilise me mentally, I ignored this, however, although I felt this had been going on for years, this perceived occurrence had increased recently. A computer disk had gone missing, this floppy disk was marked tests, and these tests that I record were on it. This concerned me. However, I had backed up the data.
Sunday 22nd April.
I spoke to Pat my neighbour, her granddaughter stood near me, I
looked at her, was it a test, I became embarrassed, this has been
happening recently, I looked down at the girls chest, she did not
appear to have breasts, I stared because I thought this girl
should have breasts, I wanted her to have breasts, I did not want
her to be different in this respect. The girl said yes, obviously
this was a test, this caused me considerable mental impairment.
Tuesday 24th April. 2007.
At 9PM I drank a cup of tea, this liquid burned all my mouth and
throat. I laid down in bed, I was concerned, not frightened,
after 20 minutes my heart rate increased very dramatically.
This had never happened before, the increase was by a factor
of three or four. I telephoned a friend and told him
what had happened: that I felt that I had been poisoned. This
absolutely destabilised me mentally, I discarded milk, bread,
and other food that could be contaminated. I felt the sugar would
have been poisoned: there are many poisons that can be added to
sugar.
Wednesday 25th April 2007.
I washed my teeth normally, there is normally a small amount of
gum bleeding. This day the blood just poored from my gums and
down the sink, however, the bleeding soon stopped. This bleeding
had never happened before anywhere near this level, and not
since.
I made a cup of tea from the bad sugar sample, sipped it, it tasted bitter. I emptied the sugar out of the sugar bowl in to a glass jar and poured boiling water on it to dissolve it to keep samples. A skin appeared on the top of the liquid so I put good sugar in another jar, poured water on that, dissolved the sugar, this good sample did not skin over. I spent most of the day in bed depressed: when I did go out I took food that a person could poison with me.
I also went to Ipswich hospital A&E for a blood test, I saw a Doctor Crawford. The hospital had no analyses facility for poisons. Dr Crawford examined me and I was given an ECG that did not show up any heart defects. I returned home. Dr. Crawford said my notes would be kept at the hospital. Dr. Crawford suggested that I take any food that I thought was contaminated to the police for a toxicology test. I wrote a lot of letters this day.
Thursday 26th April. 2007.
I packed up contaminated samples and sent them to the police by
letter post recorded delivery. I gave David, not blind David,
another friend, some samples for him to take to a forensic
chemist for analyses. I telephoned my sister and asked her if
I could stay with her a few days. My sister agreed to this.
Friday 27th April 2007.
I cut myself, I felt that my blood had clotted. If I scratched my
skin slightly, it felt more sensitive to pain. I was not thirsty,
I was not drinking so much. My stomach felt hot at times. Slight
eye flicker at times, both eyes. Nerves in arm, face, neck
twitching.
Saturday 28th April 2007.
At my sisters in Norwich, I felt that my health was deteriorating,
I made a list of symptoms: and went to the Norfolk And Norwich
University Hospital at 5pm. The new symptoms were Phlegm salty,
foamy, blood pressure reducing, slight dry mouth. At the hospital
I was completely examined, the hospital had extensive test
facilities for poisoning. The tests were negative, no poison, my
physical health was OK.
I was soon joined by a psychiatrist Mr.Richard West a Charge Nurse from Hellesdon hospital Norwich and his partner, both psychiatrists. After an hours questioning it was decided not to take me to a mental hospital, They seemed to comprehend my statement of political harassment and other negative matters that had induced a very poor mental state. I felt there was sexual testing and a reference to me as a pervert at the hospital, this negated my mental state. I returned to my sisters at 8:30PM.I returned very unhappy to Ipswich Sunday night. I felt that there was psychological testing on the train journey, the details are pasted below.
Sunday 29th April 2007.
Test with two young children in a push chair, plus a girl and
boy aged six to eight. In my assessment there was a group of
three to six psychologists.
I walked to the train to return to Ipswich, I put my bike on the train, as I walked to the bike storage area I passed a man standing back facing me with two children in a push chair. I took no notice of this trio. On the train the two children sat opposite me, the observer sat behind the children where he could observe me. The children were a bit noisy, I could have moved, but I wanted to observe this scenario.
I did not look at the children, however, the girl choked and the carer had gone, presumably to the toilet, so I asked her if she was all right, he replied that she was OK. I started to read a book, I was on the right side of the carriage facing forward, the low sun light was coming in from the right hand side window.
The sun was low, and causing flicker on the book as we passed trees, so I turned towards the children so the sun was not flickering on the page that I was reading. The boy child was nearest, he was leaning left, his bottom was facing me, there was no sexual interest in this boy from me, I carried on reading my book. I behave as a person that has no idea of sexual profiling.
Just before I arrived at Ipswich, I packed the book away in my back pack, the observer stood up and walked behind me, as he did this he put his hand up to a man that was sitting in front of me. I stood up and I heard an electronic beep such as you would hear from a digital camera. I took no notice of this: and alighted from the train.
Wednesday 2nd May 2007.
Sergeant Tim Gregory, Ipswich police came to see me about the
alleged poisoning, I said that I would keep him updated as to
the outcome of the chemists tests.
Friday 4th May 2007.
Today and after my hands and skin felt greasy, sticky, my
hair was greasy, itching red skin, oily skin, sticky keyboards
and three mouse that I use, fingers red at ends. Reduced
defecation, bare feet sticking to vinyl flooring. I felt this
was poison oak, poison ivy contamination.
Saturday 12th May 2007.
I went to the launderette on Felixtowe Road to collect my
washing, a 14? year old slim girl served me, I could not look
at her face, my eyes dropped down fast to the lower parts of
her body. I stared at her lower parts whilst I was talking to
her, I was sexually attracted to her slim black clad good
figure body.
Thursday 17th May 2007.
I went skating, I spoke to a woman that I know about sexual
profiling, she said she knew what it was, she lied, she thought
I was asking if there were any perverts on the rink. This
information was passed to Martin my friend and caused Martin to
think less of me.
Saturday 19th May 2007.
Packed up swabs of skin, keyboards, mice, poison, lips, fingers,
urine, and sent to the forensic chemist.
It is difficult for a person to continuously come to my house to move things about, as my neighbour Pat would see the person: or other neighbours would see the person. So the suspicion fell on Pat my neighbour. She would have to use keys, these are high security locks: so she would need help from a master locksmith, police? Where were the motives?
1. I have failed a lot of tests with children in this area.
2. Recently there has still been tests from 107 Cavendish St. Particularly the 15? year old girl.
3. I spoke to this girl to ask her about the testing from the family at 107. She could have said that I asked her for sex, this of course did not happen.
4. I spoke to a younger child that was pink clad, I thought it was the older girl that I wanted to speak too.
5. I ogled Pat's granddaughter.
6. Pat had access to rat poison delivered just before I was poisoned.
7. Pat has no computer knowledge.
8. Pat was abused by a pervert in Holliwells Park.
9. Pat thinks that I waste my time with my projects.
10. Pat could want the house for her grandchildren, it is very cheap.
Tuesday 29th May 2007.
I received the test results for the poisoning, the liquid that
was put on the handle bars of my bike was concentrated cola that
is used in vending machines. All the other results were
negative.
Notes
The accumulative negative events at the time were, poor family
support, grandchildren, neighbour went off his head, I thought
that he was shouting about me having been incorrectly told that
I was a pervert. Pat's granddaughter test fail. Projects not
going at all well. Now an isolated loner. Booze, this increased
paranoia, both these things I feel negated short term memory.
Depression. Agoraphobia. Incrementing debts.
My assessment of being continuously sexually profiled where ever I go on the very few journeys that I make with abuse. Now very Intolerant of people. Physical health problems. The engineered destruction of my credibility locally and further afield. I felt that a person was entering my house moving articles to mentally destabilise me. Physical health problems. Phenomenal mental impairment by recent girlfriend.
I feel that research on the internet regards poisons exacerbated the paranoia possibly to serious delusion, in the assessment of poisons, and all other matters that seemed to be physical afflictions.
However, I cannot be certain that a person did not try to poison me, there is still doubt in my mind. There was no reason for my heart rate to increase, I was not fearful, also, the day after the poisoning why did my gums emit so much blood? I brushed my teeth as normal. this is indicative of rats poisoning. Up to 21 01 08 this has not happened again. I have electronically security alarmed the house, and enabled other electronic security devices.
I was not angry with Pat my neighbour: in that she was the prime suspect: for entering my house and poisoning me. I did not want to harm her. I have lived in this house since 1991, Pat has been a fantastic neighbour throughout this time, we get along very well. Martin who is Pats son is the man who takes me skating, Martin and I have been friends for at least 25 years.
This shows that if this was paranoid delusion how a person in such a mental state can harm or kill another person. I nearly talked to Pat about this matter, I was going to say, please do not poison me, I want to live. If you want me to leave, I will just clear out and go back to Norwich. I am glad that I never had this conversation.
Wednesday 30th May 2007.
I spoke to my sister, I mentioned incorrectly that the book
about Hayley was a perverted book. This is not a perverted book.
Three judges read this book, if it was perverted, I would not
have walked out of the court just bound over for 12 months.
I also stated local newspaper and all local officials only
interested in power. Amazing, a letter arrived the next day
from DSS wanting to reduce my state income.
Thursday 31st May 2007.v
I went skating, it was a bad night, bad skating kids, dangerous.
I was a girl aged 10 black clad, hair down her back, was it a
test? I skated towards her to find out, I saw the spotter
crouched, looking at me. I passed the girl, after this, some
tall men skated on the rink looking at me. Police, they never
give up.
Shortly after this I asked Martin if he could possibly skate on a Wednesday night, this is adults night, I have often asked Martin this over the last five years. I stated that I did not want to skate with children any more. Because of age I am now not such a good skater. This was the last time I would skate this year.
Sunday 3rd June 2007.
The electronic security systems are fully working at my house,
this has rescinded the paranoia level to a very low level.
However, I am very depressed.
A.W.JOHNS
34 BISHOPS HILL
IPSWICH SUFFOLK
IP3 8EN
DATED 02 06 07
TEL 01473 281769
MY REF C:\07\DR-20073.TXT
YOUR REF: As Above.
Dr. Jones.
Derby Road Surgery.
Derby Road
Ipswich.
Dear Dr. Jones, I hope that you are well, thank you for your
help a month ago, re: I was the man that thought he had been
poisoned, I am still investigating this: and I am not
convinced that this was paranoid delusion. However, with the
induced negatives at the time upon me I realise that this
could have triggered such delusion.
I am taking the extra Trifluoperazine medication as you
recommended.
Can you please supply 120 X 1MG Trifluoperazine tablets.
I Thank You,
I am,
YOURS SINCERELY
TONY JOHNS.
Tuesday 12th June 2007.
This date may not be correct. At about 5pm I went down Bishops
Hill. I spotted a child 12? Red clad, back facing me at the
bus stop on the right hand side, just before the roundabout.
I knew it was a test, I looked to see the spotter, the spotter
was crouched in the corner of the bus shelter. There was no
sexual interest in the child.
Thursday 14th June 2007.
This date may not be correct. 6:30PM Walking down Bishops Hill,
I looked to Raja Stores, no kids as expected. I now do not use
this shop. A couple of cars hooted, I looked as they left the
car park at the back of the shop.
Sunday 17th June 2007.
10AM I turned in to Coprolite Street on my way to the boot sale.
There was some people walking towards me, pink clad child nearest,
I knew it was a test, I looked at the people and stared at a black
clad girl aged 10? to screw her head up, I was pissed off with
the testing, there was a slight sexual interest. However, I stared
for a long time to inflict psychological damage upon this child.
I am pissed off with the tests.
There was another test at the far end of the dock with a boy child, I just stared at his father with hatred as I passed. My actions, ogling the female child to upset her upset me and made me depressed: and depressed me for a couple of days.
Notes. Children that I see on the streets, or anywhere I go do not make me fantasy masturbate, also, I do not want sexual contact.
The time the police and other people have spent assessing me, in equality, could have solved most of the crime in this town.
The main contributory factor for the recent delusion, if it was delusion? I feel was the alcohol. This knocked out my medication. I immediately stopped drinking.
Amazing. The day after I mentioned on the phone that I had carried food about with me, and I felt there was serious delusion. The letter arrived from DSS they wanted to see me for a psychiatric assessment. I wrote to DSS explaining the position regards local government and the British governments harassment of me causing me mental impairment and agoraphobia since 1996. I referred DSS to this site and other sites that I manage. No arrangement date was ever received for a psychiatric assessment.
From hereon these notes of tests and consequential mental impairment are written up. The update is for a seven month period to the middle of February 2008. Data is taken from paper and computer recorded notes. Most of the almost daily ongoing tests I have not recorded, it takes up too much time. I have only recorded the tests that have endangered life, or tests or event that has caused me serious mental impairment, or different event.
The tests, that are denied by all parties, eventually alienated my family and my 23 year old friendship with David Miles, and my 23 year old friendship and respect of me by my friend Martin Harris, and other friends: I have also at the moment given up rollerskating.
Regards the data recorded hereon, some of the statement and the final analyses is retrieved from memory without reference to the other sections of this book. There may be inaccuracies in the recall of memory. I run other projects, and this project is not a priority, and data will be fully checked for accuracy and assessed for final analyses if a paper book is produced from this book reference test data.
Wednesday 20Th June 2007.
As I walked along the dock, there was an 8? year old boy on his
hands and knees bottom facing me, I ignored it, bloody tests. As
I got past the boy a man presumably his father came out to
assist the boy, he was choking. I turned quickly and asked if
the boy was alright. This is about the fourth time a child
has been endangered either through tests, or my assessment of
tests over the years.
Monday 25Th June 2007.
I went to Diane,s, Kevin her boyfriend Dianne and Lynton my
Grandson were present. I assess that Kevin wants me away from my
Daughter giving him more control. My Grandson bent over a table
in front of me, I ignored this. When my Grandson got up he went
and spoke to Kevin, presumably to ask: if I looked at his bottom.
My grandson then sat down for some time looking at me holding
his nose. The psychological damage and depression for about 2
weeks was horrendous.
Friday 6Th July.
I went to Norwich to see my sister. On the Sunday I felt there
was a test with Allison, a neighbour, Allison was standing in
a group, of her husband and my sister. I looked over and spoke,
Allison had a pony tail, when I looked at her, her husband said
yes.
Monday 9Th July.
This was high heels day, where ever I went there was always
women walking clicking their heels, I ignored them all. I
wanted to look, but decided not to.
Mid July.
About this time I went to my daughters house to take my other
two grandchildren from north London to a play centre. As I
entered the room, as always I expected tests set up, different
hair styles, different sexes, differing colour schemes in
clothes. My grandaughter from north London was wearing pink
clothing.
I did not look at my grandaughters clothing. After a while my daughter spoke to my grandaughter and said ' he likes pink. trust me, he likes pink.
Monday 15Th July.
I went to see Dianne and my family, I am now very unhappy to
go to the house. My Grandaughter held a black umbrella in
front of her quickly opening and closing it. She said look
Grandad, I froze was it a test? I looked between the umbrella
and her face, I was looking at her breasts.
Due to the mental impairment of the last few years, this has made me more interested in breasts, any breasts. When I normally look at my Grandaughter, I try to look anywhere other than at her breasts.
Shortly after looking at my Grandaughters breasts in the umbrella test my daughter asked my grandaughter to go and see her. After my grandaughter spoke to my daughter, my daughter looked at me laughing and grinning. As I left the house I heard my daughter scream perv. The psychological damage was horrendous.
Wednesday 18Th July.
I went to Dianne's, over the last few years I have asked my
daughter about psychological testing, she has always denied it.
I asked her nicely this day whether testing had taken place the
previous Monday. My Daughter became very angry and denied the
testing, she screamed waving her finger at me, ' I have had
enough of this, you can Fuck off '.
In a low voice I said, I have been waiting for this, I will be pleased to leave, I then left the house, returned home relieved that at last it was all over. By the 22ND of July with all this psychological damage my sensuality had increased towards young boys, and reduced towards women and men. The profilers picked this up. I did not want sex with young boys, neither did I fantasise about young boys.
I wrote a letter to my Daughter and sent copies to her mother, her sister, and my sister, the letter is pasted below. My Daughter in a prostitute, heavy drugs user, and because of this is well connected to council officials and police officers. This I felt was the reason for her engineered mental destruction of me, also, she may have felt that I was a risk to children.
The letter is written in her real name to her actual address. My Grandaughter is correctly named. The letter as can be seen vents my extreme anger, I also had knowledge that she was endangering life. I always with anger attack people that do this.
Copyright A.W.Johns.
2007. All Rights Reserved.
A.W.JOHNS. RECORDED DELIVERY
34 BISHOPS HILL.
IPSWICH SUFFOLK. DL 3384 2326 2GB.
IP3 8EN.
Miss Sadie Johns,
34 Wellesley Road
Ipswich.
Suffolk.
02 08 07
My Ref. \07\0774.txt
Your Ref. Crooked Lying Druggie Slut.
Sadie,
in 1996 1997 you made sexual gestures to me for about a year, you
did not want sex with me, my assessment is that this was done
to break down the prohibitive sexual barrier that I had firmly
in place as parent regards you: as is normal for most normal
parents.
As you ripped my head apart, I knew you were with others
adapting my sexual interests map to something far different than
it was prior to 1997.
When I used to come to your house I wanted to attack you as I
knew you were screwing my head up, I controlled this. This made
me so psychopathic that on one occasion when I was baby sitting
for you, Danielle was crying, as I carried her down the stairs,
the thought passed through my mind to throw her down the stairs
to kill her to get back at you.
I controlled this, held Danielle close to me, I said I love you
darling I will never hurt you. I cuddled her until she stopped
crying. I never have abused my grandchildren. This was the
psychopathic mental state that you and others had induced.
About five years ago after enduring 2 years of sexual testing
at your house set up by you to prove that I had a sexual
attraction towards you: that you had induced, I asked you if
you were entering in to such behaviour. You denied this.
I never say much, I always observe, So I started to make notes
of the tests every time I saw you: and entered these notes on my
computer. About two years ago, I published the notes and the
above in the book the " Cesspool And The Secret Armies ",
published on the internet that chronicles the whole event where
you and others adapted my mental state to a sexual interest in
almost anything that moves.
An almost daily log has been kept of all sexual testing to date:
and published on the internet www.ipswichswimmingpools.com I still
have the now reduced induced sexual urges for almost anything that
moves, I keep this well under control: and it never causes
masturbation from people that I see.
Your mother programmed you, brain washed you, in that I had
treated her badly, she tricked me in to marrying her, such
marriages never work, I always gave her enough money to run the
house on, however, unfortunately, she is a bad money manager like
you. So she ran in to debt, and she with her crooked brother posed
as man and wife to a mortgage broker: and remortgaged my house.
I then moved away from the crooked family of my wife in Norwich,
I moved to Ipswich, where I ran businesses to keep my wife with me
under absolute control to monitor her and bring up my daughters.
On Wednesday the 18Th July, the last day that I saw you, in a
rage you screamed at me, after denying sexual testing again,
" you can fuck off ", this was wholly inappropriate behaviour,
however, this was pleasing to me, just what I needed: to ensure
that I never see you again.
All those jobs that I did for you, I never charged, plumbing,
electrical, gardening, swimming pool, computer repairs, baby
sitting for nine years, always arrived on time, never let you
down: so you could go to work and earn good money. I gave you
eight hundred pounds to get a boiler replaced, gave you expensive
quality hi-fi: I was monitoring you all the time. However, you
ensured a vehicle for me for a few years to offset this a bit,
so I could take the children out, this helped you as well.
Thanks for doing my linen washing for the nine years, I always
paid you five pounds a load for doing this, you readily took
the money, this was of course noted. Well, what else can I say,
you are an habitual drugs dealer and user, a habitual thief,
now a prostitute, always after easy money, mixing with many
low life crooks.
Shortly after you started being a prostitute, you stated to
me how nice it was to have money, to go in to high class
shops, have gifts wrapped, be called madam, and treated like
a lady. Unfortunately this arena is for real ladies, you will
never be on of these.
My sister is a real lady, you conned her out of 400 pounds with
your innocent crying little girl act, and then treated her badly,
lying to her saying you were going to see her on many occasions
with the children: and then letting her down. You got what you
wanted, and then crapped on her: one of your arts you are very
good at.
I loved the card you sent me recently for helping you, Daddy,
this and Daddy that, I laughed when I read it, what a load
of rubbish, an insult to my intelligence: what a sad girl.
The greatest insult to my intelligence was the denial of the
testing at your house where for months I deliberately looked at
bottoms and backs of people, the back of your head to hear one
of the children or you or other people in the house say yes,
indicating a failed test. Nice one! Unfortunately this caused
me and others serious mental impairment: to prove that you were
lying to me again and again: denying this testing was going on,
as a police informer, I can guess where this information was
going. I.B.C. are the police employers.
A scientist observes, tabulates data, and publishes, this is all
that I do. You have been professionally analysed and published.
This letter may be a shock to you, however, this follows the
same pattern as with all my life, I let me people bully me and
crap on me until I finally turn on them and blank them out of my
head.
I do not want to see you again, I have a copy of your mothers
wedding certificate, if there is any harassment to me, or my
neighbours, this wedding certificate, my sister has a copy,
with a letter, incidentally, she has cut you out of her will:
this wedding certificate will go to government agencies, they
may prosecute and imprison your mother, the pimp will
probably lose her house.
Of course the pimp and you probably have anonymity from
prosecution about 40 percent of the police are very corrupt.
Prostitution opens all the doors to the police, barristers
and Judges. The police love your business: they now want the
tarts off the streets.
Recently, the last test, where I stated a few days earlier that
I felt Kevin had stitched me up, saying that I looked at Grants
bottom when I had not done so. I stated that I had no sexual
interest in the children. This of course was true, the meaning of
sexual interest to me is where I am interested in having sex
with a person. I an not interested in having sex with my grand-
children, or any children: or any man.
In the corrupted mental state that you and others have induced,
I am overly attracted to woman's breasts and when I look at
Danielle I try to look at her face and blank her breasts out,
Danielle as you know acted in such a way recently that I had
to look at her midriff and I did look at her breasts. She knew
this and this caused us both mental impairment.
However, I have spoken to other men and it is quite common to
have a percentage of sexual attraction to family members: that
has to be kept under strict control.
Unfortunately, you and others negated my mental state so much at
one point that in a poor mental state I masturbated a man,
negativity creates negativity. The urge for this sort of behaviour
has long gone.
If you have any love left for me, you will be pleased to know
that I am trying to sell www.mystery-moments.com - the web
site that I own to fund a new business: I hope that you send me
a card to wish me well in my new business.
I will not sign this letter Dad, Daddy, or your father, you are
no longer a daughter connected with empathy. I am glad that the
induced sexual urges that you and others imposed upon me never
lead to fantasy masturbation regards you or the grandchildren.
I regard this a fortunate as you are definitely not worth a wank
to me or most honest people.
For the last 12 years the mental corruption that principally you
and others have caused me is almost beyond belief, all of it a
brownie point collection exercise to drive me to suicide or
violence or with induced high sexual urge: sexual offending. Well,
you like mind games, so do I, unfortunately, you were playing
against a higher intelligence: a games master.
You have done everything you can to try and negate my mental
state, to drag me down to the level of you and your mother,
fortunately for me there was no chance of this happening. It
is interesting that you stole money from your parents house
when we lived in Bramford road, your sister never did,
effectively, your mother brought you up, I brought your
sister up. Your sister never stole money: and is a much more
honest: and much nicer person.
To your credit, You love your children and will do anything for,
them, as children they are quite well behaved. I hope that they
see honesty as the way forward, can remain honest. With honest
friends: and they will have much better lives.
I return your recent outburst: with an addition, FUCK OFF SLUT,
I do not want to see you or your mother again.
I thank you,
I am,
Yours Sincerely
Anthony W Johns.
Copies to Joss, Dave WD, the other David, My Sister, and your Sister, and her husband, and last, and not least: the pimp.
Friday 27Th July 2007. 12PM.
Test near the Nat West bank in Tavern Street Ipswich. A pink clad
child fell over facing me, I felt this was a test were the child
was allowed to walk away from the parent, but unfortunately
fell over. I looked at the child and slowed down to carefully
walk past the child. There was no sexual interest.
Sunday 5Th August 2007.
I went to the Sunday Market car boot sale in Portman Road in
Ipswich. I go regularly, always tests there. This day there was
a child, aged three, no sun hat, bare skin, briefs on, the sun
was very hot, I looked, no sun protection oil, I nearly
complained to the parents, I let it go, I heard a person say yes,
indicating a failed test. This annoyed me for the rest of the
day.
Sunday 12Th August 2007.
I was invited out by Victor a friend of mine, a Hi-fi enthusiast
that lives in Bury St Edmund's, Victor is a homosexual. Victor
knows that I am not interested in getting in to homosexual
activity. There was no homosexual activity.
We went to a few places along the Suffolk coast including Southwold. In Southwold I was paranoid at sexual testing, I felt there were tests almost everywhere we went. This blighted the day as always, However, it was a good day out.
Saturday 18Th August 2007.
There are tests as I now travel buses with a free bus pass, there
were tests this day and the next day with pink clad children, I
as always failed the tests by looking to see if it was a test.
There is however a dominant interest in the colour pink. I
discussed this as always with my girlfriend, I am now back with
Sarah.
Thursday 20Th September 2007.
Sarah's niece Donna telephoned me, had I got any money? she said
her family had run out of food. I said no and put the phone down.
I told Sarah of this, I said that I was not sympathetic, if they,
meaning the family, stopped smoking cigarettes at 100 pounds,
( 200 Dollars ) a week: they would have plenty of money for food.
They need to sort their lives out.
I went in to Ipswich this day as usual to buy food, I went to Mr. Patel's shop in Fore Street. There were three boys aged 14? outside the, shop, usual testing with a difference. The boys said that they would give me money to buy rizla cigarette papers, would I buy them? I said no it's against the law for me to do so, and if this was not unlawful: I would not do this anyway. The boys made rude gestures. I returned these gestures with abuse. Another bloody test.
Sunday 7Th October.2007. 8PM.
Sarah's two nephews came to see me with an older boy the group of
boys are aged 15 - 17. The nephews are thieves, thieves only mix
with thieves. I shouted through the window that they were banned
from my house, I told them they were thieves and to go away and
not come back. Shortly after this I erected a tall gate at the
side of my house with a bell that can be heard in the house and
a voice intercom. To end January 2008: they have not been back.
Wednesday 17Th October 2007.
Sarah's family are a problem. Mick who lives with Sarah's mother
is an absolute idiot and trouble maker, he took the aerial plug
off the TV to deter Sarah's Friends from visiting her, this also
meant Sarah could not watch TV. Sarah's nephews are also being
a real problem. The antics of this stupid tribe has stressed me
out this week.
Mid November.
Mick who lives with Sarah's mother convinced Sarah that there
were ghosts and mysterious happenings in Sarah's flat by
stating things mysteriously fell out of a cupboard, the
vaccum cleaner mysteriously stopped and started working, two
mobile phones contacted each other mysteriously when he was in
the room near the phones.
Sarah was very concerned for this, she was in a very poor mental state when I saw her, she said her flat was haunted. I convinced Sarah that it was Mick, he has done this sort of thing before with her sister and with Sarah. This behaviour helped destabilise Sarah a few years ago to a nervous breakdown. Mick is an alcoholic, so is Sarah, Mick wants every person out of the way so he can control Sarah, and drink all day with her.
Mick has no friends, he is such a nuisance. I made it plain to Mick that if he did not stop this sort of behaviour, that I would physically attack him. There has been no re:occurrence of this sort of silly behaviour to end January 2008.
Friday 7Th December 2007.
I went to my sisters at Norwich. I felt there were tests there.
When I looked at my sister she would say yes. On two occasions
she said wanker in a low voice as she walked away from me.
This mentally impaired me, I did at the time feel that I did not
want to see her again. However, We have carried on since
as always communicating twice weekly by telephone.
I spent Christmas day and Boxing day with Sarah, this went well, we watched quite a few films on television that we enjoyed. We dispensed with traditional Christmas food and ate pre-cooked frozen pre-prepared meals and Christmas pudding. This took the chore out of Christmas. We had a very relaxed Christmas. I did not send my eldest daughter or ex wife Christmas cards.
I proposed marriage at Christmas to Sarah, she wants to marry me, we decided to get engaged on the 12Th of February 2009 and married on the 12Th of February 2010 this is my birthday, and Sarah's daughters birthday if all goes well between us in the next two years.
I spoke to my grandchildren by telephone on Christmas day, my grandson was friendly, my grandaughter was not so friendly, she seemed remote.
In the month before Christmas I spent this time adapting the site www.mystery-moments.com that I created for my my daughter to a political statement regards the current changes in the law being proposed for prostitution. The theme as always was save lives and government money. I wrote to the Rt Hon Gordon Brown P.M. about this: and published the letter on the site.
The whole site is now pro legalisation of prostitution with controls to reduce the spread of sexual diseases and N.H.S. associated costs plus increasing tax revenue: with street prostitution made illegal with heavy penalty to stop prostitute. murders My daughter did not like me adapting the site and threatened to start legal action against me in an e-mail that she sent me. I ignored this, as expected, my daughter did not start an action.
January 2008.
Thursday January 3rd 2008 10.45AM
I saw out of the corner of my left eye something moving as I
looked out of my kitchen window. I looked discerningly to see
what it was. An alarm went off for a few seconds from a flat
where I have had trouble with the occupants. Later I went
outside to have a good look to ascertain. It turned out to be
an audio cassette tape hung across a tree and on my fence.
I did not look at the flats for any other reason. I do not look
at the flats there is nothing there to interest me.
I have not seen my Grandchildren since mid July 2007. this is not a problem to me. I consider my job done as grandparent and surrogate father: I can not help the children further, they are teenagers with their own busy lives. I am also pleased that I do not go to my eldest daughters house to receive mental impairment there. This was severe with most visits. I wrote to my grandaughter, the letter was given to a friend to give to her. The friend had not seen her to give her the letter up to 17Th January 2008. The letter is pasted below with of course my grandaughters real name.
A.W.JOHNS.
34 BISHOPS HILL,
IPSWICH.
SUFFOLK.
IP38EN.
DATED 04 01 2008
REF D:\08\0803.TXT
01473 281769
valfet@ntlworld.com
From Grandad.
Hi, Danielle, I hope that you are OK, Auntie Ann gave me an update
on you and Grant, she said you are getting on well at school, and
Grant is getting on well at College. This is why I did not
enquire at Christmas when I spoke to you and Grant.I will not be
calling at the house again, I do not want to see your mother and
grandmother McCarthy again.
I would like to see you and / or Grant from time to time. You can
either telephone me or email me if either of you wish to see me.
If and when I do see you I will not want to discuss the differences
between me and your mother. If you want to see me with Joss perhaps
at Jose's house and Joss is agreeable to this, this will be
fine. I would prefer a daytime meeting, I do not go out at night
unless I have to.
All for now, love you lots Grandad. XXXXXXXXX
January 2008 Continued.
I spent a week writing to book publishers to try to get one of
my books published, unfortunately there were serious problems
with Sarah's family that has weakened our relationship at the
moment.
Sunday 13Th January 2008. 5:30PM
I telephoned Sarah to say that I was leaving my house to go and
see her. It was a very dark night. As I left the house and walked
through my garden and the neighbours gardens there was a girl,
assessed age from her voice aged 7/10 screaming help! Help! The
sound was from the garden of the large house opposite 35/37
Bishops Hill. I did not look, I thought, more stupidity.
A woman who was walking up Bishops Hill did not take much notice of the girl, and the screaming was not intense. There has often been tests outside the drive of this house. I spoke to my neighbour Pat about this a few days later, after explaining the situation and that I do now not get involved in anything if somebody has a problem. Pat said it is as well you did not go up there, you would have been attacked.
Monday 14Th January 2008.
Sarah's sister said that Sarah's mother had said that I was
marrying Sarah for her money. I immediately said Sarah has no
money. Sarah's sister said, Sarah's mother is close to Sarah, she
does not want you to marry. I replied where was mother when
Sarah was in the mental hospital. Where has mother been over the
last few years, she has not visited Sarah. I have been the only
person to see Sarah constantly to help her.
Just after this Sarah's sister said Sarah had stayed out all night with a man that Sarah's mother had sent to see her. Unfortunately Sarah developed a weeping sore on her labia shortly after this, I thought this could be genital herpies. I would not kiss or have sex with Sarah. I went to the STD clinic on the 16Th of January to get checked out because I thought Sarah had been unfaithful. I thought that I had the start of a blister on my penis, this turned out to be paranoia.
Wednesday January 16Th 8PM. Continued.
Two of Sarah's friends got in to a serious altercation at Sarah's
flat. The girl, a loud mouthed idiot, deliberately wound the boy
up to violence so this could be witnessed. The boy pushed the
girl over on to a table smashing it. The boy did not want to
leave the flat. Sarah and I agreed the police would have to be
called to get the boy out of the flat. The police arrived,
the two officers were caring and understanding, and took
the boy who has severe learning difficulties, and a mental age
of 6 to his home.
The girl is an absolute bitch and trouble, She is also robbing her boyfriend of about 100 pounds, ( 200 dollars ), each week. I told Sarah if the boy attacked his girlfriend again, come outside where I am waiting by the road for the police to arrive in case the boy just goes mad and attacks Sarah as well. I said if it gets bad get out and let him kill the fucking bitch. I also mentioned this on the phone to Sarah, saying that I was hoping that he was going to kill the fucking bitch.
We also named the girl, 'the bungee jumper', in respect of the way she took off and landed on the table smashing it when the boy pushed her over.
Shortly after this Sarah went to the STD clinic because she thought that I was the problem. The problem was a cyst. Her sister was later found out by me to have lied. This has caused a lot of mental impairment for us both, particularly me, I was extremely psychopathic for two weeks and lost 4 days work. Sarah's family are the most ignorant, pathetic, and horrible cruel people that I have ever met.
Sarah lied to me over alcohol abuse: and where she went one night, this has weakened the relationship for me with mistrust.
My relationship with David Miles has terminated, this is a 23 year relationship. As Stated on this site, David in my assessment has been involved in the sexual testing of me, David asked me some time ago whether I suspected this, I lied and said no: so I could observe more testing of me. David has webcams and spy cameras in his house. The harvested info would have been going to a government agency. His daughter worked for I.B.C.
Within the last year David has harassed me and another man for sex, I told him repeatedly that I was not interested. In periods where I had fell out with my girlfriend, David kept pestering me to get her round his flat for sex. I was not prepared to do this without her prior knowledge. I did ask my girlfriend at a time when we were not so friendly if she wanted to have sex with David, she declined.
David is now blind, has low income, cannot afford prostitutes, and cannot do the work he wants to do, so he spends more time fantasising about sex: he is quite sexually frustrated. His latest fantasy is dressing up in woman's skirts, I would not be in his flat with him in a skirt, I felt he wanted me there to digitally record the event. I now trust no person. David stated that I was the only person to go to his flat that objected to him wearing a skirt. I felt this was any trick to get me there to enter in to sexual activity.
David knows that with stealth he interested me in having oral sex with him, and the way he went about it when I was in a poor mental state had made me psychopathic. He was now afraid that with the recent harassment, that I could harm him. As he stated, 'by cutting off his penis.' I found this statement very amusing: particularly, that I have had every opportunity to harm him, and I never did. At times in the past I wanted to punch him in the face, but I controlled it as always. We mutually terminated the relationship. Above, is the recording of David's downward spiral.
With extreme psychopathy, obviously I am very angry, I get a slight headache, feel slightly dizzy, slight loss of balance, but one unusual feature is: my head feels as though it is inflated as a football with extreme pressure on the cranium. This could be induced high blood pressure. My face bones ache, particularly cheek bones near nose and my nose aches.
When Psychopathic my general statements often conflict on the phone with my normal long term behaviour. As stated earlier in this book such long term psychopathic mode I feel can alter face shape over a period of time. This induced psychopathic state this time fast adapted my sexual colours and sexual interests maps. The profilers soon picked up this adaptation as can be seen from the failed tests below.
Friday 18Th January 2008.
I was not well, psychopathic, depressed, Sarah was not well,
depression, vaginal bleeding, contraceptive coil problem. I went
to see Sarah, she lives in Mallard Way Chantry. Sarah was not at
her flat, so I walked up Mallard way to the chemist to collect
her medication.
As I walked up Mallard way, I was looking down as I walked, I was aware of a figure walking towards me with a slight resemblance of Sarah,s shape, Sarah normally wears a white coat, this figure was black clad. I could not be sure whether Sarah also had a black coat. I looked up, it was a black skin child, I immediately looked down again. No sexual interest. Amazing, It was right outside, presumably this girls school gates. Another boy child photographed me as I passed him, and said goodbye.
Saturday 19Th January 2008.
10AM. On the phone, it is bugged, I stated that I was leaving my
house to walk in to Ipswich. It was raining extremely hard. When
I approached the Jack Whites music shop 92 Fore Hamlet, Bishops
Hill, near Myrtle Road, there was a light blue clad child aged
7? with a man near the shop, about 50 metres away, they entered
the shop. There is often weekly tests at or near this shop.
I was attracted to the child, however I looked for some time at the pair, looking in the distance for the spotter. I could not see a spotter. The spotter eventually came in to view walking towards me. Presumably he had an instrument that allowed me to be seen at a distance. He photographed me with a mobile phone and walked past me.
Sunday 20Th January 2008. 9AM.
I went to the Portman Road boot sale, I was psychopathic, I knew
there would be tests there. There was increased sexual and
maternal interest in a red clad child, that caused me to
change direction to walk near. A tall man standing with another
tall man said yes and photographed me. I was slightly more
attracted to bottoms, and looked at a middle aged woman's bottom,
as she was bent over. Another woman held her nose. There is
currently an increase in interest in bottoms. This is synominous
for me with induced adult abuse.
Monday 21st January 2008. 12PM.
I met Sarah at the Trotman Court Sexual Health Clinic 14 Lower
Brook Street Ipswich: A Sexual health clinic. There is always
Forensic Sexual Psychological Profiling at Trotman Court:
ceiling cameras recording. This meeting with Sarah was arranged
on my Telephone. Sarah had gone to this walk in health centre to
have her contraceptive coil checked.
I was very wary as I went in to the reception area. There were about twenty people in the waiting area. Sarah was front facing me, white clad top, she does not often wear white. Sitting close to Sarah was a black clad slim girl. I was very suspicious of the black clad girl: scrutinised the black clad girl as I walked towards Sarah.
I made a stupid excuse apology to Sarah for looking at the black clad girl stating that Sarah knows that I am predominantly sexually attracted to the colour black. however, there was a slight sexual attraction towards the slim black clad girl. Sarah went in to see a nurse.
As I sat waiting I was aware of two tall black clad figures walking very slowly in my direction at right angles towards me. I knew it was a psychology test, I did not look, I held my nose indicating these people stink. The people changed pace and disappeared. I felt there were further tests with children in push chairs, I ignored all this, there was no sexual interest in the children. I was photographed twice this day on Ipswich Dock and in Fore Street. I was also photographed on a bus with Sarah. Currently, I am being photographed at least twice daily.
Thursday 24Th January 6PM.
I went on a bus at peak travelling time to see Sarah, the bus was
packed, wherever I looked, I was either looking at the back of a
persons head, a persons breasts, a child, a teenager. I sat
looking out of a window for most of the journey. When the bus
stopped outside Sarah's a woman in front of me with a push chair
got off the bus first with her pink clad child, I thought test?
I was not wrong.
When I got off the bus the woman was standing facing the bus, the push chair in front of her, the child who was just old enough to understand a few strung together words was opening and closing her legs. I nearly lost my temper with the woman, saying I have had 11 years of this fucking shit, I do not molest children. I refrained from saying anything. I did not look at the child at any time, and there was no sexual interest.
Saturday 26Th January 2008.
I went in to Mr. Patel's shop 134 Fore St Ipswich. ( Mr.
Patel's Newsagents Shop at the rear of Ipswich college ).
Mr. Patel was just inside the door, I thought another bloody
test, he's slipping, there has not been many tests here this
week. I stared at him with contempt. I was photographed today
as I entered Ipswich county library Northgate street Ipswich,
and as I came up Bishops Hill.
Notes. Letting a man kill a woman, where I stated. 'let him kill the bitch,' I might have stated on the telephone that I wanted the man to kill the woman. This is completely out of character for me, however, I have become more uncaring for people, and people that I find a nuisance that I currently want out of my face.
It is not surprising that I adapted to this mental state with the irritation to extreme psychopathy caused by several people recently. I have also become two faced with the nuisance girl, I called her mate on the phone. She may soon be off to prison, goodbye bitch. Being two faced is also new for me.
Within the last two years I deliberately looked at people and children at times to invite abuse of me to tabulate the resultant adaptation. This is dangerous because it can lead to personal assaults. The primary adaptation was babies in push chairs became precious, and I avoided or circumvented them. People walking towards me with young children, I would increase the distance between myself and the child. People in the age group 14 to 60 I had antisocial feeling for. Old people over 70 I had increased care for.
There was extreme abuse of me with gestures from people, holding noses, holding ear lobes, calling me perv, or wanker. this induced thought fantasy of killing people. Many people still transmit such gestures, and my girlfriend has witnessed this, and tests that are being set up. I.E. before I get to a person walking, I often state he / she will bend over, and often they do and point out the spotter. I have named Ipswich dock as I walk through it ' Bendover Alley', Sarah is aware of this: and the tests, as we often walk through there.
The prior publication of this page / diary was published in early March 2007 and covered the period up to 23rd of February 2007, a test and adaptation chronicle. I published that I was attracted to pink and woman's high heel shoe noise. After I published I was aware of a lot of profiling and hid the interest in women's high heel shoe noise, and the interest in the colour pink as much as I could. To this day 24Th January 2008 I still hide these interests as much as I can.
I also published that my homosexual, and paedophile interests were at 25 per cent each leaving heterosexual interests at 50 per cent. What was not published was that the paedophile interest, my determination of sexual interest in children, was in further analyses, a lot of this is the need to just cuddle and be near children: have fun with children, as I have done for most of my life.
For the last decade I have been locked in long term creative projects, creating books and electronic design work. Within the last six months I have been trying predominantly to market these products, get a project to fruition, to help myself and others, also creating income to pay off debts. Going away from the stability of long term projects.
There has been unbelievable problems with an electronic project, all of them created by trying to create a product without good financial stature, My credit rating is very good, I am solvent. I am a good money manager, my assessment, others may not agree. This has caused me to swap between projects to try to get a product in to sales income, with my very limited funding.
This is rather like chasing a moving balloon, or trying to get that 20 Pound, ( 40 Dollar ), bank note you just dropped, every time you get near it the wind blows it further away. This change of mental state has made me jump in to other short term projects to help myself and others. I have also changed, I flip easily in to other things. As the day passes, minor things that need doing as they come to my attention, I stop what ever I am doing and attend the minor thing: then return to my work. This is new.
I wish that I had kept more accurate notes of when I forced colour changes, the data below may not be chronologically accurate.
About a year ago I forced a colour interest change from my dominant interest in looking at black to looking to white. A considerable interest in pink emerged.
About 6 months ago I stopped looking at as many people that I could.
About 4 months ago my girlfriend told me her sister had told her that she had been told that I like looking at women, I said this was true. However, I completely stopped looking at women, over the months this has increased the interest in men and children. Children I wanted predominantly to cuddle, men I did not want to touch, however, the attraction to men increased considerably. Not looking at women has decreased, sexual interest in women, say, estimated decrease by 20 per cent.
Much of the colour interest change that was forced a year ago, has reverted, but there is still a considerable interest in pink. The above indicates that if a forced change takes place in either the colour interests map, or the gender and age sexual interests map: this forces a change in the percentages of interests of all other data in these maps. All of the brain is interactive, an interactive computer. All the programs are affected by any program change.
I more often than not do not look at people close up that I have observed from a distance that I am attracted too. There are a lot of people that come in to view where there is attraction that I do not look at. Many children that come in to view that I am attracted too, I do not show the attraction. I still fail some tests when I look to see if it is a test. I assess there are between 3 and 5 tests set up when I go in to Sainsbury's 38-40 Upper Brook Street in Ipswich. I food shop there most days, the tests are set up mostly by staff. Now always tests in Sainsbury's.
I am still paranoid about many things, I still feel a person is entering my house and moving items, this is very mentally destabilising to psychopathy at times. Still paranoid at being attacked: triggered by my assessment that people will say untruthful things about me. I.E. I that I looked at a child in pink leggings opening and closing her legs when this did not happen, or, malicious gossip such as that I am a rapist or a child molester.
I am paranoid that my girlfriend could be unfaithful giving me sexual disease. I am still paranoid at being near children in case a child dishonestly states that I sexually assaulted her. I am currently a lot more racist than I have been in the past, This is because of a lot of sexual testing and abuse of me by coloured people.
The harassment of me to psychopathy by many people since the end of the first week in January 2008 to 24Th January 2008, extreme harassment by adults of me fast drove my interests down to children in various colours of attire, however from the 24Th unitil the 28Th the psychopathy rolled off and went. as of today the 28Th the psychopathy and stress has gone. Sarah and I are getting on very well together at the moment.
As I walked through Ipswich today, I tried to blank out all sexual attraction. I was however attracted to black stockinged women, there were about six women in total that I was attracted too. I did not show my attraction to most of these women. I was attracted to two children aged about ten, I did very briefly look at one child.
I have been blanking out most adults and children for some time, overall sexual drive has slowly reduced. Some of this reduction may be due to having a girlfriend. I have found as recorded in this book, forcing sexual interests from black to white reduced sexual interest in black. Blanking out people has reduced overall sexual interest in people. Does this prove that forcibly blanking out certain colours, certain people where there is peculiar interest, can this practise reduce or omit a targeted sexual interest? I think it can and will do this.
So is the scenario possible, in that a paedophile or a rapist that wants to halt or reduce his / her interest in personally selected sexual arousal imagery. Can such a person with personal will power concentrate on selected video or live different material to nullify or reduce his / her perverse sexual interests? This is classical conditioning, Pavlov's dogs. Or, is society with sexual testing: and the selected victims awareness, just going to program it out?
The changes that have happened in the last few months, are a reduction or cessation in interest in,
1. Teenage girls.
2. Looking at bottoms.
3. Turning head fast to fast scan an image that I am attracted too.
4. Dropping head and looking down from face to breasts.
5. Looking at men's lower parts.
6. Looking and failing a test to see if it is a test.
7. Changing direction of walk towards an attraction.
8. Circumventing push chairs.
9. Looking across people walking in parallel to see hand gestures.
10. Yellow builders construction workers attire.
11. The enhanced care for children and elderly has decreased.
12. I have stopped using some shops where there is heavy testing.
13. There is a general drop in the interest in the backs of heads and pony tails. However, the interest at times particularly in my perception of a perfect shape pony tail: can be extreme with women of a certain stature in lit up in bright coloured clothing, against a dark background.
14. I am attracted to children's bikes, this started about a year ago, I taught my granddaughter to ride her bike, this may be the link.
There is still an interest although less in some backs of heads hairstyles, aerial views of some hairstyles, anything different in hairstyle general attire, particularly colours, and cuddly toys.
I am much more anti social, there is an increase in anti social behaviour, I make rude gestures to some people that I assess are testing me, I am more aggressive and angry for greater periods of time. I use use foul language more, I am more racist referring to ethnics as rag heads or wogs or groups of ethnics as groups of shit. I am more scruffy than I used to be. Events over the last 13 years, and particularly this year have taken be back in many ways to my brain program as it was when I was aged 12. There is a lot of testing in Indian shops by Indians: and a lot of lying to tests to discredit me.
I now have difficulty in being near children, I always think it is a test. When confronted by a child in adult company I usually freeze and just stare at the child without talking to to the child. This of course is interpreted by the adults in the room as a sexual interest, and a failed test.
The tests and notes continue.
Sunday 27Th January 2008.
Sarah was at my house, 34 Bishops Hill this day. I was
still very angry. I talked of ethnics as blacks and wogs, and
Muslims as rag heads, I swore about them and probably said
something like shoot all the bastards: or deport them. This
sort of talk is quite common amongst a lot of English
people. I have known for some time that my house is bugged.
At 2-15 PM Sarah and I left the house to walk up Bishops hill to go to the Coop shop. On the hill there was a black man walking towards me as he got closer I could see that he had a video camera in his hands, he was photographing me. Sarah saw this as well. About 30 yards away there was another man a minder, an aggressive looking man looking at the procedure.
Just another psychological link in the hundreds of linked events that have happened in the last 11 years when I leave my house and observe events. These street events linked to the house being bugged.
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