Chapter 16 - A nailed on defence

So, let us summarise. If we follow through from Stephen Ward we can see that he was, most likely, an MI5 operative with ties to the intelligence agency boss, Roger Hollis, and who, if not an actual Monarch mind-controller, was extremely gifted at persuading women to work on his behalf. Think back to Chrissie’s claim that Ward had full control of her mind.

In addition he was connected to an international sex ring that controlled a wealth of dynamite blackmail material. Ward’s blackmail portfolio was passed on to the flamboyant celebrity lawyer, David Jacobs.  

Jacobs was well known on the London legal scene and would often attend court wearing full make-up. He had a stellar clientele including Sir Laurence Olivier, Shirley Bassey, Marlene Dietrich, Diana Dors, Judy Garland and the Rolling Stones. He had represented Liberace in his successful libel case against the Daily Mirror who famously accused Liberace of being “this deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered head of mother love.”

Possibly of further significance, or equally just pure coincidence, is the fact that the actor Laurence Harvey – the original star of the mind-control movie Manchurian Candidate – was another client of Jacobs.

As were the parents of an actual Manchurian candidate: Ruth Ellis. Just why would the impoverished parents of a convicted murderer need to employ the services of the celebrity lawyer whose other clients included John Vassall, Diana Dors and Stephen Ward unless they were all bound together inextricably by shared secrets?

But perhaps Jacobs’s most famous client was Brian Epstein and the Beatles. Indeed, Jacobs’s Hove residence was the, not so glamorous, location for Ringo Starr’s honeymoon following his first wedding in 1965.

Jacobs place in the pantheon of Beatle fame, however, is preserved because of his role in the disastrous Seltaeb (Beatles backwards) deal through which Epstein and Jacobs somehow connived to give away the Beatles’ merchandising rights for next to nothing.

The lucky recipient of this enormous cash-cow was a Kings Road dandy by the name of Nicky Byrne who found himself in the fortuitous position of acquiring a deal giving him a 90/10 split, in his favour, of the royalty proceeds. Now this was a truly monumental faux-pas as unscrupulous manufacturers had quickly discovered that you could sell absolutely anything that was Beatle branded: For Byrne it was a literal licence to print money.

History, however, has been, surprisingly, generous to Epstein and Jacobs over this matter, sighting that they could not possibly have foreseen just how lucrative this fledgling merchandise business would become. Nevertheless, it troubles me slightly that the beneficiary of this massive windfall should be an already wealthy young member of the burgeoning Chelsea set.

Not just any old member of the Chelsea set either but a motor-racing-driver who had been previously in the employ of Peter Rachman in one of his nightclub ventures!

The book (Shout: The Beatles in their generation by Philip Norman) names the club in question as being the Condor Club but it was, in fact, the El Condor Club and, as just mentioned, it was owned, at the time, by Peter Rachman.

Jacobs died in 1968; dangling from a length of silk-cord tied to a beam in his garage, elegant even in death; seemingly yet another suicide victim. Numerous theories abound as to why, or indeed if, he committed suicide, but perhaps the most telling aside came from the actress Suzanna Leigh who, moments after hearing of Jacobs death, received an invitation to lunch in the post from the lawyer. Clearly if he did top himself it wasn’t a hugely premeditated event.

Rumours also abound that our old friends the Kray twins offed Jacobs for declining their tempting offer for him to mount their defence against, subsequently proven, murder charges. I know not if these rumours are true, however, perhaps another interesting defence case he took shortly before his ‘suicide’ is worth resurrecting?

An article appeared in the Daily Mail on Saturday, August 3^rd, 1968 concerning one Joseph de Havilland, a Hungarian painter and decorator, who had been discovered on Hampstead Heath crucified on a cross.

My interest was sparked by the tantalising headline ‘Man on a cross ‘black magic’’ but further investigation reveals some other intriguing nuggets and curios.

Firstly, why would our ‘celebrity lawyer’ bother taking a somewhat low-brow and trite case as this?

Well it appears our man Jacobs was himself interrogated by police on this very matter; quite on what grounds is unclear, however, the plod clearly thought of Jacobs as being someone of interest and this, apparently, was enough to pique his professional interest.

Secondly, the men Jacobs had been defending were barred, by law, from using as their defence the fact that de Havilland had asked to be nailed to the cross.

Under British law, a victim cannot consent to be injured: unless the activity which causes the injury might be considered ‘socially useful’.

What counts as ‘socially useful’ in the eyes of the law (e.g. boxing) and what doesn’t (e.g. consensual homosexual sadomasochism) remains a hotly contested issue?

Bizarre, and extreme, as that is the case for the prosecution makes for illuminating reading.

Isn’t that interesting? A man in a ‘semi-trance’ with six-inch nails hammered into his bloodless hands has done so in order that photographs of his ordeal could be taken and sold for a profit.

Interesting also that the man charged with defending the assailants should be a man who has been assigned legal responsibility for a large portfolio of sexual blackmail material and who implies, in court, that the crucifixion was part of some, unspecified, ‘black magic’.

So, what to make of this ‘defence’? We do not know what de Havilland’s motives for being crucified were; however, he seems to have been taking part in some sort of occult ritual. As a defence,  playing the black magic card seems a high-risk strategy; certainly not one designed to endear you to either judge or jury.

It appears that Mr Jacobs, legally denied the opportunity to tell the truth, has concocted the black magic tale to either divert attention away from the intention to photograph and make money from this scheme, or to obscure the sadomasochistic, homosexual aspect of the case.

The latter supposition certainly seems the more likely, particularly in light of the following.

The website from which I gleaned a lot of this information contends that shortly after Jacobs death he left ‘behind almost indecipherable notes. Notes which led to police questioning of several gentlemen, including well-known public figures, about parties which had taken place at country estates and flats across England.

Information about the precise nature of these parties has never been made publicly available.’

Just like a lot of the Ward/Profumo documents which are currently unavailable to public scrutiny until 2046. Just like the Jack the Stripper files which are to remain under lock and key until 2050. Just like the Michael X files which will remain secret until 2054.

However, we can safely deduce that the country estate mentioned is most likely Cliveden, home of the Astor family and the birthplace of the Profumo scandal, whilst we know that Peter Rachman specialised in leasing flats to prostitutes and parties took place at locations as diverse as Lord Boothby’s home, DJ Alan ‘Fluff’ Freeman’s flat and at the now infamous Dolphin Square.

So, could his death actually be connected with materials he had in his possession that he had accumulated over his career?

This article claims that some of the material – sketches by Stephen Ward – landed up in the hands of one of Jacobs’s clerks. Rather than dispose of these, as instructed, it appears the clerk took them to an art dealer. Curiously, the article also talks of a nightclub called the Paint Box which offered its clientele the opportunity to sit and ogle a nude – you could draw them too, apparently – that was run by a lady called Adele de Havilland.

Ward sketch of Adele de Havilland

Could she have been a relation of our fan of crucifixion Joseph de Havilland? Well, whilst it is, of course possible, I doubt that this coincidence will ever fly.

Pathe has a wonderful video of the Paint Box.

However, this site claims the Paint Box had been taken over by Diana Dors; a client of David Jacobs and a willing participant in the orgies organised by her then husband, Dennis Hamilton, which were attended by Stephen Ward and Peter Rachman and that pioneered the use of two-way mirrors to record the bedroom gymnastics of the party’s participants.

The Paint Box video suggests that the club was, in fact, run by Tommy Yeardye, who was a former boyfriend of Diana Dors. Given that the real purpose of the Paint Box was to bypass the laws around nude floorshows – in much the same manner as the owners of Murray’s Cabaret Club utilised – it could well be that this was a front venue for Ward to recruit potential mind-control victims.

Dors and Yeardye

Yeardye’s daughter, Tamara, who now runs the Jimmy Choo shoe enterprise, married into the powerful Mellon family which has, it seems, connections to the CIA LSD operations and to whom David Bruce, the US Ambassador to the UK at the time of the Profumo crisis, had married into. Yet more circles within circles.

With David Jacobs dead the ultimate question remains, where did Ward’s ‘evidence’ go?

Ward was connected to Dr Richard Asher who, and I have first-hand experience of this, was involved in conducting experiments on using LSD for sexual and mental conditioning on patients being supplied to him by Ward. In 1956 Asher had written an article for the British Medical Journal entitled Respectable Hypnosis extolling the virtues of hypnosis in medicine.

Asher worked in partnership with Dr Emanuel Miller who has links to Tavistock as a former leader of the Tavistock Children’s Department. Miller had previously, in 1927, opened the East London Child Guidance Clinic. I wonder now if he was involved in conditioning these children.

The third partner was Sir Raphael Cilento, a man with seeming fascist tendencies and more than a passing interest in eugenics; something which always raises alarm bells.

Eugenics is a belief in the ability to improve the genetic quality of human beings, something the Nazi’s bought heavily into, and one wonders how it was that all of the above had children that had highly successful careers in show-business. Was it coincidence, opportunity, breeding or a payoff for services rendered?

Likewise, is it pure coincidence that Richard Asher, Stephen Ward and Anthony Blunt all had fathers who were Anglican ministers? Roger Hollis, the former Director General of MI5, was the son of a Bishop. Despite this ecclesiastical upbringing Hollis was apparently denied a Christian burial and whose remains, as stated here, are actually hidden behind the wall of a church. This unmarked resting place, it is claimed, denotes the invisible mark of a traitor’s burial. Founder of the Process Church, Robert de Grimston, also came from a long line of clergymen, although his father was a humble shipping clerk. Fathers who are religious leaders are common amongst children who are mind-control victims.

As previously mentioned de Grimston was of Plantagenet stock; as are Richard Asher’s offspring thanks to their mother’s lineage.

All of which means we are now moving into the direction of what I believe this is all about, none of which I can prove of course; speculation city from here on in folks, but if you’ve stayed with me this far then hopefully you will continue to indulge me.

My own theory here is that all this was part of a possible coup for the Crown of England.

The Stuarts are the obvious choice; they are the ones who lost the Crown to the current Royals and they claim to have an Arthurian ancestry. I have a reason to say this; via ‘a reliable source’ I’ve learned there have been four possible attempts to take the Crown in the last hundred years, one was foiled by WWII and the same person involved tried again after the war. Did Stephen Ward stumble upon this?

That would have got him killed, pronto. But as ‘they’ couldn't know who else was involved or what they knew they did it in that very public and messy way to let those people know to shut up, or die.

Yes, I think Ward got too close.

Is it ironic accident, or by pure design, that the Stuarts will regain a grasp on the monarchy when Prince William becomes King? Whatever; back in the sixties that particular piece of monarchical genetic programming had yet to be engineered and the search was far cruder.

Search for what I hear you cry. For the ledgers of course! Don’t worry, all will be revealed I promise. 

Chapter 17

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