Chapter 9 - De Wolfe in sheep's clothing

Brenda Dean and Brenda Duggleby were, in fact, one and the same person and she was a RADA trained actress who in April 1965 changed her name to Brenda De Wolfe.

And who, in 1967, did wed the exotically monikered Earl F S de Wolfe.

Brenda died in 1998 so the opportunity to ask this question has long gone, but why should it be necessary for her to adopt the de Wolfe name two years prior to legally assuming it through marriage, was it purely to keep up appearances?

There is little information available on Brenda Duggleby Dean de Wolfe other than she was an actress who had spent some time in the United States.

So, just who is Earl F. de Wolfe?

Well, when L. Ron Hubbard Jr. finally escaped the old family exploitation business he changed his name to Ronald Edward DeWolf! Is this just a coincidence?

DeWolf, it appears is a name from the old Mother Hubbard family lineage.

My first thought was that Earl de Wolfe was a pseudonym for old L. Ron Hubbard himself, but sadly, this is not the case. Earl is actually one Earl Felix Sylvester de Wolfe, commonly known as Felix, and who was born in 1914, died in 2007, and was keen on a wedding. He was also a theatrical agent of some standing within the acting community, which would explain his penchant for marrying actresses and may provide a clue as to how exactly Stephen Ward was able to acquire so many movie bit-parts for his girls. Amongst his clients were vintage British TV stalwarts Thora Hird, Deryck Guyler, Hattie Jacques and, more recently, Robert Lindsay. Another client of de Wolfe’s was the Hollywood actor Roddy McDowall whom he had represented since 1945. This is, in itself, interesting as Felix was supposedly still serving in the RAF until 1946!

Felix first tied the matrimonial knot in 1942 and then again in 1960.

De Wolfe, as can be gleaned from a 1960 newspaper account, was a former RAF man.

The article above is fascinating for the story it tells of the mental health of de Wolfe’s first wife, Gabrielle. We discover how his wife, in a failed suicide attempt, accidentally gassed their young child to death: an incident for which Gabrielle would be tried for murder.

Gabrielle was declared insane and sent to Broadmoor, rather than the gallows, where she underwent a lobotomy despite only suffering from, initially at any rate, a condition that would now be diagnosed as a form of OCD. Gabrielle would die in 1986, though if she was still institutionalised at the time is unclear.

One wonders if her mental problems were brought on because she had received some sort of mind-control conditioning. Felix, being a theatrical agent, would have been in an ideal position to provide vulnerable women with four of the nine subconscious desires mind-control programmers are said to tap into in order to produce loyalty, namely; ego-gratification, a creative outlet, a sense of personal power and a reassurance of worth.

Despite Gabrielle’s fragile condition it is telling that she still wished to pursue a divorce on the grounds of her husband’s infidelity – in the event it was granted in her husband’s favour on the grounds of her mental condition. All of which was presumably highly convenient for the charming de Wolfe as within a matter of months he was married again.

Wife number two was Catherine Lancaster, aka Florence May Shaw, an actress who apparently starred in the original stage version of Oliver. Another interesting newspaper article – in which Catherine knocks ten years off her age, though which, sadly, did not scan too well – tells a tale of how, by 1963, dear Felix has blown her out too for a younger model.

Catherine De Wolfe

Wife number three was another actress, the aforementioned; Brenda Duggleby, aka Dean.

A quick glance at de Wolfe’s RAF service record is revealing.

What we can see is that de Wolfe was in the Administrative and Special Duties Branch, which is military code for intelligence work!

I have copied this potted history of the Administrative and Special Duties Branch direct from Wikipedia;

The RAF Intelligence Branch dates back to 1939 following the outbreak of the Second World War, however personnel have been employed in intelligence duties since the formation of the RAF in 1918. At the time, officers of the General Duties (GD) Branch (mainly pilots on a ground tour or who for medical reasons could no longer fly) performed the duty of Squadron Intelligence Officer, or aircrew on ground tours in the Air Ministry Intelligence Department. By the late 1939 there was a dedicated Intelligence Branch, called the Administrative and Special Duties Branch (for Intelligence duties).

Now, there is nothing inherently suspicious about having worked in intelligence, particularly at a time of war, however, it would have provided a most useful educational tool for life once back in civvy-street.

Two other prominent former members of RAF intelligence were Sarah Churchill (daughter of Winston and wife of Anthony Beauchamp) and the actor Michael Bentine, both of whom were associated with Stephen Ward.

As we have already seen the official Process timeline states that the de Grimstons moved into Wigmore Street in 1964, whilst the other source states it was 1963, however, the electoral register shows no sign of them residing with the de Wolfe’s in either year. 

There is, coincidentally, a Robert S Moor living just round the corner from de Wolfe, on Wimpole Street, in 1964 but is that the same guy that, with Mary Ann, moves in with de Wolfe?

1964 Electoral Register

There sure are a whole load of coincidences involved here. The de Grimston’s get kicked out of Scientology then go on to operate from a flat occupied by a former military intelligence officer cum theatrical agent with a penchant for marrying multiple actress wives, at least one of whom had a history of mental illness, and who just happens to share the same ancestral name as L. Ron Hubbard’s maternal lineage.

Could Felix de Wolfe have been a relative of some English line of the Hubbard pedigree? Certainly Hubbard claimed an English descent via one Count de Loupe (loup being the French word for wolf), who, supposedly, took part in the Norman invasion of England in 1066. This family has intriguing connections with the Knights Templar and the Rennes-le-Chateau mysteries, and, indeed, with very ancient Arcadian wolf cults. The said Count then went on to found the English de Wolfe family so, at the very least, this claimed English heritage is plausible. Furthermore, de Wolfe is not a particularly common name in the UK; Ancestry.co.uk estimates that only two such named families reside in Britain today, which would surely serve to strengthen any claims of a shared ancestry.

Could the theatrical agent Felix de Wolfe have been finding bit-parts for some of Stephen Ward’s girls like Ruth Ellis?

Could the theatrical agent Felix de Wolfe have been lining up starring roles for aspiring actresses/good-time-girls for occult initiation based snuff-movies? Aspiring actresses recruited from the pavements of London by the street-walking, Alsatian toting disciples of the de Grimstons? Girls that were needed to fill the void left by the inopportune death of the previous purveyor of popsies, Stephen Ward, when he joined the not-so-exclusive cast of the great sleeping pill suicide club? Snuff-movies that could have found a route to their niche, perverted marketplace via the fledgling Processean Hugh Mountain and his Granada TV owning father?

Two and two may be adding up to five here but Hubbard, like Felix de Wolfe, Stephen Ward and Lord Astor, was a former military intelligence officer. Hubbard also had a history of multiple marriages to women with mental health issues. By the sixties Hubbard was living in the UK in a mansion in East Grinstead - near where I used to go with Ward when he visited his Battle of Britain burns victims – called St. Hill Manor that had been bought with Russian Roubles paid in return for information received. 

The swanky Marylebone apartment with the de Wolfe’s seems to have been set up on a plate for the Processean’s and, apparently, provided the perfect location for the Process Church to operate as an unofficial Scientology splinter group.

And given that Mary was not only a trained Scientologist auditor but also an experienced prostitute then the potential for extracting money/information/confessions out of customer’s, and/or, Process members increased exponentially.

And therein lay the heart of the operation. Mary Ann MacLean was a known prostitute with connections to Stephen Ward, who, in turn, knew Peter Rachman who specialised in leasing rooms to whores. Both these men attended sex parties at the home of Diana Dors and her husband Dennis Hamilton and he had developed a unique voyeuristic side-line utilising two-way mirrors and concealed cameras. A side-line quickly adopted by Ward and Rachman for blackmail purposes.

After the 1959 Street Offences Act had cleared the ladies of the night off the pavements Mary could have utilised a swanky Marylebone apartment for any number of uses: as a venue for good old-fashioned whoring; as a venue for photo-shoots and kinky parties; or, as a venue for their peculiar brand of brainwashing, as they freely admit in their official literature.

We should remember also that Mary Ann MacLean / de Grimston would have been vulnerable for exploitation on two fronts. Firstly, as she had been one of Ward’s girls operating out of Murray’s Cabaret Club then Ward would have had blackmail materials on her. Equally, having gone through the Scientologist’s auditing programme, they too would have had a dodgy dossier detailing all her kinks and perversions. One wonders if the delay in the de Grimston’s expulsion from Scientology was because she had possessed the foresight to use their blackmail techniques against them. What did she have on them? Did they really bug her auditing sessions, and if so, why? Alternatively, could she have been a plant? Could she have used her connections with Stephen Ward et al to keep the Scientology heavies at bay?

Whatever the truth Mary was certainly using ‘Compulsions Analysis’ to build up blackmail files on all the gormless and wealthy Establishment offspring that tripped over themselves to sign up to the Process cause. Most likely some of the high-class totty that entered Mary’s orbit was put to use in the same way the street girls were; to be the entertainment on the pervy-party circuit. The plan was a simple one: make sure that not all the cameras were pointed at the girls.

Chapter 10

Chapter 17 - Just like that

I’ve had reason to contact several people in these last few years and I know that a Belgian called Phillip Coppens – now dead, sadly - did a lot of the research that Dan Brown, he of the De Vinci Code fame, used in that book.

Coppens was one of the guys my pal Gary overheard at Heathrow airport talking about me. More interesting was that Coppens, and one of the men with him, Jack Sarfatti; a scientist from New York with connections to the Esalen Institute who was over to meet with Uri Geller, were overheard talking of the Holy Grail and two men that are both still highly revered in occult circles: Dr Stephen Ward and Tommy Cooper. “Strange things went on back then,” said Sarfatti talking about the Profumo scandal. 

Uri Geller and Jack Sarfatti: ©Wikipedia

I knew Tommy Cooper, though not as well as I knew Ward, and I know both were part of a 2,000 year-old secret sect that for the last 1,500 years has been called ‘The Twelve Knights of Camelot.’

Cooper was a household name in the UK in the sixties and seventies who was famed for his comedy and magic act and large, ungraceful appearance.

scientist from New York with connections to the Esalen Institute who was over to meet with Uri Geller, were overheard talking of the Holy Grail and two men that are both still highly revered in occult circles: Dr Stephen Ward and Tommy Cooper. “Strange things went on back then,” said Sarfatti talking about the Profumo scandal. 

‘Just like that’: Tommy Cooper 

It is likely that Stephen Ward met Cooper at the Windmill Theatre, though I do not know this for certain. The Windmill was famed for its nude reviews where scantily clad or naked women would appear on stage using the legal loophole that they would remain stationary at all times. In this sense the Windmill’s appeal was very similar to that of Murray’s Cabaret Club or the Paint Box.

Lots of comedians of the era appeared at the Windmill including ex Goon Club member, Michael Bentine. Bentine was an intriguing character who allows us to connect a lot of dots. Bentine was, like Felix de Wolfe, an RAF Intelligence Officer. In Bentine’s case he was transferred into MI9 after having been ‘accidentally’ injected with a vaccine containing a pure culture of typhoid. The vaccine left him in a coma for six weeks after which he was myopic and no longer suitable for flying duties. He also claimed that after this event he developed a psychic ability that meant he could predict if someone was about to die; if he saw a skull super-imposed over their faces, he then knew they would shortly perish.

Bentine appeared on television with Cooper as well as with the Felix de Wolfe represented Deryck Guyler. It would appear that there was a clear ploy to use showbiz personalities and theatrical agents in this conspiracy.

As an aside, I should bring your attention to this snippet from the Daily Mail which tells a tale of a cosy lunch at Cliveden involving Diana Dors, an unnamed gangster, and John Kennedy who was the agent for Tommy Steele – a huge star at the time – and a conversation about a manuscript for Ward’s autobiography. I never saw any manuscript but God only knows how explosive that would be should it ever surface, but my point in offering it is, of course, to demonstrate the extent of Ward’s excellent showbiz credentials.

Bentine and Ward were associates and in the book The Secret Worlds of Stephen Ward we find this claim: 

Furthermore, in his 1984 book, The Doors of the Mind, Bentine had this to say about Stephen Ward:

Dom Robert Petitpierre, incidentally, was the man who exorcised the Astor mansion after all the Profumo shenanigans.

The Grand Master of the Twelve Knights of Camelot was Bertrand Russell; he was one of only two who were very, very deeply psychic. Additionally Russell was also a Cambridge Apostle like Anthony Blunt and his handler Victor Rothschild.

Ward and Cooper were involved in black occult ceremonies.

I know this as they used me in one of their occult rituals; a 13 year-old virgin boy. They used thirteen 13 year-old girls too, all daughters of group members. This was a Grail ritual and it can only be done at the spring equinox. That ceremony was possibly the first time in 500 years they had all the right pieces in the right place; 13 thirteen-year old virgins and a ‘suitable’ boy.

I was a horny, innocent teenager and I spent little time rationalising the strange procedures or symbolism involved; I just did as I was told. The spring equinox typically relates to fertility and rebirth and you will not be surprised to learn that the ritual involved me planting my seed and sacrificing a few of my ‘children’!

The elite were involved in the breeding of ‘spares’ but it doesn’t seem to be quite the thing Ward’s lot were into, I think I would be aware of it if that was the case, after all, I was ‘suitable’ and must be of interest to them. They used me to breed with their daughters, the girls involved in that first ritual.

I was later told that none of the girls got pregnant, that my informant was aware of, anyway. Too young, probably.

Quite what made me suitable, I don’t know, but years later my father did our family-tree and succeeded in going back 2,300 years to find we were directly descended from Harald Fairhair, one of the greatest Vikings to ever have lived, 44 generations I think, and that we were very much related to all the Royal Houses of Europe, especially the Windsor’s.

Reading the Icelandic Sagas my father found we might be directly descended from the Archangel Gabriel, one of the first Twelve Gods, and it might have been this that old Tommy Cooper saw: he saw I had their genes in me, though from way back, so was ‘suitable’. There can be nothing else. Ward’s group revered life and never did abortions etc., so any ‘accidents’ during these rituals would be raised as part of the family, so everyone had to be ‘ok’.

Tommy Cooper and Ward used to talk the black occult all the time; Tommy was a member of some secret group. He wanted Ward to join but Ward was a bit dubious of some of the people in the group who seemingly wanted to cut corners and ‘go for it’ unhindered, something Ward didn’t agree with. I’m not actually sure if he was a full member, but he did help-out sometimes when he perceived it as necessary. He and Tommy used to sit in Ward’s flat and talk the occult for hours; oh, how I wish I could recall all of it, but I can’t, I probably wasn’t listening properly at the time thinking it was all childish rubbish!

It started when Tommy heard that Ward and the other doctors were using me in experiments and Ward had regularly been hypnotising me for various things. Tommy demanded to ‘use me’. Ward went as white as a sheet, but didn’t try to stop him as he was frightened of Tommy Cooper. After asking me nicely Tommy gained my permission.

Eventually, Tommy Cooper proclaimed me ‘suitable’. Going down to level-4 takes training, not only for the operator but for the subject too; you can severely hurt people doing it too fast. “You don’t bash people over the head with a sledgehammer”, said Ward. This training took a month or two, even with me.

What most people know of as hypnotism is merely ‘level one’. For those ‘in the know’ there are eleven more levels. Each level takes you a bit deeper each time, so, in the end you’re anywhere from 15 - 20 x deeper than level 1.

Eventually you’ll get to the ‘Root-Codes’. I think, though I don’t actually know, that it’s possible to change our DNA at level-12.

There were only two people in the world - as far as I am aware - that could go to level-12. They had literally driven people insane, and even killed a few, training to do it. The real problem was that their, let’s say, knowledge of spells, was limited. All those books burned in Egypt and during the Dark Ages were a deliberate attempt to hamper and reduce their knowledge of the spells, to drive them out from hiding in order to protect ‘the knowledge’ from destruction, at which point they could then be captured and used. They kept a cool head and that didn’t happen.

But this meant they had to rely on memory, which wasn’t good enough. But there must be copies somewhere. I think I know who the Grand Master was; I met him a few times without his hooded-cape. If it was him, he was a very brave and resourceful man; he was playing the game of a double-agent trying to find those copies of the spells. Something tells me the other level-12 man ‘committed suicide’ in 1969. There’s nobody who can do real magic today, a là Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings.

I doubt that we can suddenly change into a lizard, for example. We are made up of a certain number of cells, lizards have fewer cells, being smaller, so we would have to shed cells, cells that would have to die etc., and I don’t see this being feasible, but I do think they can alter the male sperm to slowly produce something else, something slightly different each time. I think it’s how we first evolved. I think I might have been used in just such rituals.

I was used in several occult rituals to help them ‘talk to God’, or as I’ve now deciphered, ‘talk to the Holy Grail’. I was lucky, it seems, these people were ‘nice’ people who revered life. I’ve been in contact with others in Britain who seem to have been used by ‘the other side’, the ‘dark side’, and they had horrific memories of abuse.

One trait psychic people have is that they tend to sleep during the day and work at night (or try to). Night-time is very quiet, they hear the voices easier and, when asleep, they have nightmares; during the day the natural noise of life helps cover these voices. Some, like Tommy Cooper, cover it with drink, another clue, or, when they became available in the ‘60s, with drugs. Tommy Cooper told me drink was the only thing that dulled the voices.

My mentor, Stephen Ward, was impotent, so couldn’t use sex either. This was why he liked to watch, he screwed in his mind instead! I gladly helped him with this as he knew lots of nice girls. He found a ‘quiet’ area of London (Marylebone, around Harley Street, south of Regents Park) and just ‘cat-napped’ at night.

Music seemed to be prevalent amongst the psychics I knew, music helps soothe the troubled mind (but not rap etc., which is based on the cadences and frequencies used in brainwashing, a disturbing development). 

Chapter 18