Way back at the beginning I said this; the Profumo affair
was the biggest cover-up in global history, its vast tentacles extending way
beyond the narrow confines of 1960s London. Its true scope and enormity would
shock even the most ardent conspiracy theorist: it encompasses not just Stephen
Ward, but all his girls and how he controlled them; it goes to the heart of the
JFK assassination; it tells how the hippie movement was created as a tool of
government; of how a non-existent serial killer was created; of phoney spies
and royal conspiracies. All to protect the world’s oldest secret!
I doubt you believed me then, you may not believe me now,
but let me just wrap this all up for you.
Like Peter Rachman, Stephen Ward was prepared to do whatever
it took to get the job done. He hated the Royals as much as the Reds and was
negotiating with the Russian Ivanov to get evidence on the Royals that would
crush them forever. Evidence the Reds had found after the revolution.
Ivanov had helped move this Kompromat evidence from St. Petersburg
and archive it in Moscow. He was also looking for a copy in England, files
Rudolf Hess had brought with him on that flight of mystery he made in 1941.
Roger Hollis, the one-time Director General of MI5, had spotted the files in
the archives at the end of the war and had tried to find them again. They had
been removed. As had other sensitive files. No record of their existence
survived either.
Secrets so volatile they can never be revealed.
Ward had been negotiating a deal with the Russians, via
Ivanov, to obtain a copy of Hess’s files. In return Ivanov used a special
camera to take copies of the compromising photos of Prince Philip from an album
in the possession of Stephen Ward. Ivanov referred to these photographs as his
‘Royal porno collection’.
Ward had also inherited the photographic collection of his
friend, and fellow Thursday Club member, Baron Nahum
who had died of an alleged heart attack in 1956. Nahum was another who enjoyed
hosting orgies.
We in Ward’s team of Baker Street irregulars were told they
were lists of all the communists in Britain, but in reality, and it took me
years to work this out, we were actually looking for ledgers; genealogical charts;
breeding charts, if you will, which would indicate which individuals, or
families, the Establishment would consider exchanging bodily fluids with.
It is logical that Ward would try to get the Reds to give
him new copies, thus saving a lot of time and trouble and risk. I think I know
what he offered in payment, and, although atomic stuff, it was not atomic
secrets, if you know what I mean! I better not mention what it actually was;
you all think I’m mad anyway!
But at the time it was just a story; an amusing aside, I
didn’t know then that Ward’s spy-team was actually looking for these ledgers.
And what of the modern state of mind-control? I don’t know
if the current Harley Street mob still experiment on people and the LSD
experiments have long since finished; they having finally realised that
hallucinogens, and the subjects’ responses to hallucinogens, were not reliable
and ergo not the way to go. The American CIA moved into projects such as Operation Often,
purportedly designed to ‘explore the
world of black magic’ and ‘harness
the forces of darkness and challenge the concept that the inner reaches of the
mind are beyond reach’, which all sounds depressingly familiar, does it not.
I have been out of the loop a long time so I can only speculate on what they do
now but my guess is that they use the alien thing.
Think about it, if somebody sees some strange object in the
sky – films it even - performing fantastic aeronautical feats then we have
become so trained by the years of government denial and Hollywood movies to
automatically think that it can’t possibly be of this world.
That is mind-control in action, the very definition of
‘plausible deniability’; this craft performs staggering manoeuvres and moves at
fantastic speeds therefore, it must be alien. The perfect cover story whilst
the Americans perfect the Nazi technology they’ve been working on for over seventy
years.
Except how come so many crash? If aliens really could fly billions
of miles across the universe, or manipulate wormholes, then you would expect
that they could master the relatively weak gravitational pull of this planet.
Human technology on the other hand, especially of the experimental variety, that
fucks up all the time.
What about alien abductions you may ask? Well some are
clearly just nut jobs demanding attention or notoriety but some clearly believe
their abductions to be true. Interestingly a lot of these recollections are only
revealed when the subject is hypnotised. Perhaps these abductees are those of
us with the ancient psychic gene that have been identified by the Establishment
and are now being experimented upon. Not by aliens though, but by the
mind-control technicians and these poor unfortunates are then implanted with memories
of little green men with rectal probes so that the Establishment has the
perfect cover story. Modern day mind-control in action.
The other ploy is the Project Fear operation. As you know
these people control the media. Back in the day the Cliveden Set owned, almost
exclusively, all the right-wing media. Nowadays it is no different: Murdoch’s
News Corporation owns the Times and the Sun; the Barclay brothers own the
Telegraph; Lord Rothermere owns the Daily Mail; Richard Desmond the Express.
All right-wing and all peddling the self-same tales of impending doom and
destruction if we don’t tow the Establishment line that capitalism is the
panacea to all society’s ills.
In the States we see the rise of Trump and his
anti-immigrant rhetoric; neatly forgetting that any white American is far from
native. The ‘black lives matter’ movement serves to remind us of the impending
arrival of Manson’s Helter Skelter project fifty years behind schedule.
He who controls the media controls the people. We believe
what we are told, and what we are told is to trust nobody and that the world is
going to shit. It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
We are told that there are terrorists lurking on every
street corner, radicalised far more by the right-wing media which then enforces
this Western intolerance of their culture than by any mad mullah preaching
hatred. Add to this mix a nation that believes it genuinely has a
constitutional right to bear arms despite the fact that many of its residents
have as many brain cells as a revolver has chambers.
The same nation that then weeps and wails and wonders why
innocent children are being slaughtered when a pecker-dicked keyboard warrior
has his programming activated, supposedly in response to the actions of the
so-called terrorist.
The same nation that formerly believed it had a
constitutional right to inject heroin and snort cocaine until the media
convinced them that self-medicating was a bad thing in the early twentieth
century. These self-medicaters then become criminalised and unemployable,
meaning they have to rely on state hand-outs, whereupon they were deemed lazy
scroungers by the self-same media that demonised them in the first place and
the cycle of misery perpetuates.
Wake up people.
We live in a world of celebrity in which we worship the
vacuous and where we would wallow in our own excrement if a Kardashian endorsed
it. It is time to lift our gaze up from the level of our smart-phones, remove
our blinkers and to embrace the truth. It is time to realise that understanding
what happened then is the key to appreciating what is happening now.
It is for these very reasons that events post WWII happened
as they did.
It is time, then, to answer the remaining questions. Who was
the Stripper Killer and why was Stephen Ward taken out?
One answer leads to the other: The Stripper victims were all
Ward’s girls.
One answer leads to more questions:
Why would Ward kill himself when the worst he was looking at
was a year or two in jail?
Why would Stephen Ward need to be guarded in his hospital
room as he lay in a coma having consumed a lethal overdose of sleeping pills?
Why would someone want to kill an already dead man?
Could it be they just want to make sure that he never opened
his mouth again?
If this was the case then Ward’s girls were in very grave
danger after vouching that they would name names.
Christine Keeler and Mandy Rice-Davies had the powerful
protection of notoriety, though the character assassinations performed upon
them by the Fleet Street Establishment puppets ensured that the world would
never take seriously anything those two had to say.
But the others were flung
into the icy wind of abandonment and died within its cold embrace. Shot full of
speed and stripped of all knowledge.
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| Hannah Tailford |
As previously discussed the first, in my opinion, Stripper Killer
victim was 30 year-old Hannah Tailford, discovered in the Thames under a pier
close to Hammersmith Bridge on February 2, 1964. Her underwear was stuffed in
her mouth. Hannah was known on the pervy party scene and at Dolphin Square and
had access to professional photographic equipment and developing services. Filed
alongside her autopsy report was a map showing the Brick Lane area in the East
End of London.
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| Irene Lockwood |
Irene Lockwood; a peroxide panther somewhat redolent to me
of Myra Hindley, washed up on the banks of the Thames on April 8, 1964, not far
from where Hannah Tailford had been found. Irene was another who was a fixture
and fitting on the blue movie scene and, as already detailed, was well
acquainted with the blackmail agenda.
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| Helene Barthelmy |
On the 22nd of the same month Helene Barthelmy
was discovered naked and dead in a back-alley in Brentford. She had last been
seen alive at the Jazz Club at 207 Westbourne Park Road, a destination also
well known to the next victim, Mary Fleming. Naked, strangled and minus some
teeth, Helene of Blackpool was discovered with traces of paint upon her corpse.
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| Mary Fleming |
Similarly strange and unexpected paint spots were also
present on Mary Fleming; found naked in July 1964 in Chiswick. Originally from
Scotland, Fleming had been working the west London streets since 1955.
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| Margaret McGowan |
Next to die was Margaret McGowan, aka Frances Brown, who had bravely given
evidence on behalf of Stephen Ward at his trial the year before. Her body was discovered
on a pile of rubbish in a car park in Hornton Street, near to Kensington High Street.
Again spots of paint covered her body and she was minus a tooth. She was also a
Scottish girl; short dark hair, bit chubby but with nice boobs. She was the
only one I knew.
Irish-born Bridget O’Hara, also known as ‘Bridie’, was the last of Ward’s girls to die; her paint splattered corpse was discovered on February 16, 1965.
Recently, according to the Daily
Mail, a portrait of a young woman involved in the Profumo affair was found
on the back of a drawing of Christine Keeler; I can’t be certain but it does
look a lot like Bridget O’Hara to me.
Bridget was found dead at the Heron Trading Estate in Acton
behind a storage shed.
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PC Plod inspecting the area where
O’Hara’s body was found
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Once again, O’Hara’s body also turned up bearing flecks of
industrial paint which were traced to a covered transformer just yards from
where she had been discovered. She also showed signs of having been stored in a
warm environment.
But, to get to the heart of this mystery we need to return
to the Profumo affair and focus specifically on the downfall of Stephen Ward.
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