Ramola D | Dr. Eric Karlstrom Discredits Himself

Report | Ramola D | 30 November, 2019

Four days ago, on Tuesday Nov 26, 2019, I woke to an extraordinary text on Skype from Dr. Eric Karlstrom, Professor Emeritus with 30 years of teaching experience in his field, Physical Geography and Environmental Geography, who retired from California State University, runs many websites, interviews on alt-media, and has been doing interview and conversation podcasts with me at Ramola D Reports over the past 2 years, including the well-known Global Gestapo live-streamed series probing the truth behind the worldwide oppressors of humanity currently running totalitarian, weaponized operations on one and all:

 OK, that’s that…. you are fucking CBA- citizen based agent. A con-woman. A piece of shit.

Dr. Eric Karlstrom to Ramola D, Nov 26, 2019, Skype

Just prior to that, he had sent me this series of texts, on Saturday, 23 November, 2019:

Global Gestapo 12, as many know, since I have written about it before was pulled twice off Youtube, despite my Video Note and appeal to them, questioning why they would pull a video which did not even meet the bar for their community violation guidelines, & neither espoused violence nor hatred of anyone, even as it probed the historic involvement of Zionist Jews in the persecution of others worldwide, including other Jews.

As I have stated before, I personally think that video was pulled because it was a little too candid and a little too powerful in its statements on the actual reality of Electromagnetic Weapon and Neurotechnology use on targets-being-tortured of the Organized Crime Superstate – which the famed “White Hats” we hear about from Q circles have done nothing to stop yet, and in its candid discussion of infiltration Psy Ops and Containment Ops as evidenced by Disinfo artists and agent provocateurs supporting each other in the TI activist movement– or perhaps we should call it the TI Containment Ops Community fracas.

For my own previously-published thoughts on GG 12 and its subject matter, I suggest reading: Ramola D | Post Youtube Censorship of Global Gestapo 12, Mission Statement Re. My Journalism and Human Rights Advocacy

and watching:

Video Note on GG 12/https://youtu.be/BLl2tyquHD8

However I have a little more to reveal on GG 12 and its aftermath as I experienced them and will do so below.

Dr. Eric Karlstrom did not receive a response from me for those texts he left on Nov 23, because he had already distinguished himself earlier with me with the peculiar and insulting accusation of being an operative acting within a “chain of command” – sounding thereby the death knell to our association.

This occurred directly after an email from me suggesting the closing out of the Global Gestapo series, explaining briefly why I felt GG 12 had been problematic to me, why the series felt like it had run its course, and disclosing that I was working on three other projects, but would do more to promote the GG series and looked forward to his own future podcasts. Nothing in my email – the last email or textual communication I sent him – can possibly be construed as insulting—nor can it be construed in the blatantly false way characterized by Dr. Karlstrom in his Skype texts: I was not closing the GG series because Youtube had pulled GG 12, but for other reasons, explicit and implicit in my email. Nor was I quivering with fear and needing admonitions of courage to go on doing what I am doing already, and have never stopped doing—speaking truth to ill-gotten and abusive power. I relay the entire communication below.

Dr. Eric Karlstrom, Crashing Out of Communication with Ramola D

And now I am going to be candid.

GG 12 had been set up – planned – to be a conversation focusing on writer Gloria Naylor’s groundbreaking fictionalized memoir 1996 early revealing NSA chicanery, FBI COINTELPRO she had been subjected to as a sudden target after run-ins with a neighbor who had high-level NSA connections, and encountering the Zionist Satanist aspects of targeting and harassment, and Stephen O’ Keefe who has written and posted videos online about community ZersetZung essentially being Zionist or Masonic Jewish counterintelligence stalking. The title mentioned the “Counterintelligence Zionist Superstate.”

What occurred in GG 12 however was a deviation into the Protocols of the Elders of Zion and indeed framing quite a bit of the conversation in those terms. Conversations do tend to freefall in podcast so I did not yank it back although I tried a couple times; we also ended up talking about infiltration, psy ops, disinfo, containment operations in TI activism, etc., and I got to speak my mind candidly about these, as always is my intent. I openly discussed Targeted Justice’s, Midge Mathis’s, and Richard Lighthouse’s public rejection of my voice and work while supporting Dr. Katherine Horton—who had long established herself as an agent provocateur and saboteur, as detailed extensively at this site—and about the publication of disinfo and misdirection in a recent Horton-Lighthouse podcast.

This is GG 12, on Vimeo and Bitchute:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JDuAw4E9GB2g/

However, I was not comfortable with how GG 12 devolved into a focus on those Protocols and in our after-talk, which was a little longer than usual, I let Dr. Karlstrom know my thoughts. During this conversation we detoured to speak about other actions and TI activists in our midst. I had indeed been exchanging notes freely with Dr. Karlstrom for quite some time on this subject, having trusted him enough.

Significantly, twice during this after-talk, Zoom crashed me abruptly out of the video-meeting directly after Dr. Karlstrom leaned forward and stroked his nose suggestively, as if signaling to a watching party on one part of his monitor. I won’t draw any conclusions here yet, I am reporting this fact.

The first time I was crashed out (on my infinitely cyber-hacked laptop–and then returned automatically to the meeting by an apparently-compromised Zoom), I had been talking about FBI lies, about how the FBI goes around to our neighborhoods, fabricating and spreading lies about targets they wish to neutralize while spreading fairy-tales about “investigations” and coercing neighbors’ consent to and participation in the target being harassed in her own home and neighborhood.

The second time I was crashed out–also mysteriously returned to the meeting automatically after a few minutes by Zoom–I had been talking about Dr. Tomo Shibata, who had left her home in California (or so she said) and seemed to be intent on suddenly visiting me in Massachusetts while supposedly heading to Maine without a plan or place to stay, and who had started to make numerous uncalled-for controlling, interfering, and directive statements to me over the phone, while making frequent calls–frantic, urgency-filled–in which she was never able to explain to me exactly what was going on at her end.

Regardless, despite these peculiar and pointed interruptions, I mentioned to Dr. Karlstrom my discomfort with his focus on the Protocols and with his inevitable confusions of Zionism with Judaism – which I always make it a point in podcasts to distinguish between: as far as my own thoughts on these matters go, I have no issues with people practicing their religions, whatever they are, Hinduism or Judaism or Christianity—in fact (despite the failings of organized religion) I think all religions are great in their practice of caring for humanity and conscience–but I do think it is an issue of significance when people impose power and persecution over others, as in Zionism and Satanism, or as in 7th-century-or-earlier interpretations of repressive-to-women-and-children strictures contained in their scriptures (many religions are guilty of this—eg Islam, Judaism, Christianity). I did not however get any sense from Dr. Karlstrom that he wished to make any distinctions between Zionism and Judaism; while we have discussed Babylonian Talmudic Satanism where the Satanists hide as Jews inside Judaism, Dr. Karlstrom often makes statements about Judaism itself being Satanic—which I can hardly accept.

I was left after this after-talk with much feeling of perturbation and discussed this matter with a few trusted confidantes.

Who exactly is Dr. Eric Karlstrom?

Dr. Karlstrom has stated earlier to me, in fact on podcast, that he had very high-up CIA connections, with his uncle being a very high-up-in-CIA persona. I have never looked into his background and in fact would not know where to start. I have taken him as I have found him and have engaged in what I thought was a very cordial relationship with him throughout.

Dr. Karlstrom has stated—on podcast & pre-podcast—that the DOD/CIA is indeed interested in my brain and probably wanted to make a “digital clone” of same, since I have a science background and am a poet. No idea if he said that because he knew, or if he was merely surmising. I have presumed the latter, but I do wonder now.

Dr. Karlstrom has stated to someone else, a sister researcher, that she is on the target list; this person has insisted to me that he made this statement to her as if he knew. In my asking him about this, the subject was brushed off.

Dr. Karlstrom made a comment to me as he entered the last Zoom video-meeting (for GG 12) suggesting he may have been in the meeting much earlier than he let on, silently watching me as I adjusted my camera and hair as I waited for him—only possible if he were working undercover for some Intelligence entity in some capacity.

Dr. Karlstrom has long insisted it is a Jewish Masonic conspiracy behind the targeting scenarios I continue to research and write about. In his recent text, he states: “But the best understanding of the whole “gang stalking” phenomena is to see it as a part of this larger Jewish/Illuminati coup against the civilized world. So in that sense, we finally got the context right for this torture/takedown program.”

In trying to understand—after the conclusion of my conversation post-GG 12 with him–why Dr. Karlstrom would focus so intensively on the Zionist Masonic/Illuminati aspect of the undercover Satanist/Luciferian power structure that seems to rule police departments, intelligence agencies, and governments, I have thought briefly of all those who are thus obscured by such a focus: the Anglo-American secret societies, Yale’s Skull and Bones, the Oxford “Group,” the Jesuits, the Vatican, the Black Venetian Nobility, the Swiss Nazi Templars, the British Crown, the British East India Company which never closed up shop, Tavistock, Thule, Club of Rome, the Trilateral Commission, the CFR, the RIIA, the Committee of 300, all of whom I am still reading about. No doubt there are wealthy, sociopathic Zionists owning media, publishing, intelligence and so on, but they are not the only ones at the top of the pyramid, which seems to be represented differently by different researchers and misdirectors both. (The Pope, the Vatican, the Queen, the Gray Pope, Rothschilds, ETs and so on.)

Is Dr. Karlstrom’s notion of a “Jewish/Illuminati coup against the civilized world” a red herring, a deliberate misdirective trope into which I—by continuing podcasts with him—was also being mis-led?

Is this part of a larger intelligence effort to derail my time, my research, my work, my focus? Is he working for the CIA? Or is he an FBI Confidential Human Source engaging in privileged access to a certain group or individual/s, as their recently-declassified policy manual delineates?

Strikingly, there is a whole group of claimants in alt-media who fixate on wealthy Satanist crypto-Jews as primary and sole oppressors, including it appears Rick Wiles of Tru News, whose broadcasts Dr. Karlstrom has been urging I should watch. Both claim to be Christian (Rick Wiles and Dr. Karlstrom.)

John Coleman, former MI6 agent, offers a clue in his book on the Committee of 300:

“I pursued my investigations, pressing on in the face of severe risks, attacks on myself and my wife, financial losses, continual harassment, threats and calumny, all part of a carefully-crafted and orchestrated program to discredit me, run by government agents and informers, embedded in the so-called Christian rightwing, the “Identity Movement” and rightwing “patriotic” groups. These agents operated, and still operate, under cover of strong and fearless outspoken opposition to Judaism their main enemy, they would have us believe.”

–John Coleman, Foreword, Conspirators’ Hierarchy: The Story of the Committtee of 300, Nov 1991

John Coleman posits the Committee of 300, the Olympians, and the Crown as primary controllers:

There is much in these final texts from Dr. Karlstrom to me—prior to his clincher at head of this report—that makes me uneasy.

To call me (and him) a high-profile target who may suddenly find myself in added danger is absurd. I am fending off heart-hits with radar as I write; drones and helicopters have been flying as usual over the house and street. If that denotes my being a high-profile target, it means this has been the case for a few years now, and picks up in urgency with the publication and posting of certain reports and podcasts.

As I have noted earlier, it is particularly when infiltrators are being exposed at my keyboard that I am hit the most; it is no different currently.

To suggest that I leave the US and go resettle in India or Mexico because a pogrom may start here in the US reads as fear-mongering, of the kind he has previously laughed at Bryan Tew for. I have been hit with pulsed microvaves, ELFs, ultrasonics, nanotech, other exotic close-to-body tech in London, Frankfurt, Dubai, and various cities in India including Bangalore and Chennai just as much as in Boston, Washington DC, Myrtle Beach, Orleans in Cape Cod, Provincetown, Grenwich-Connecticut, Kalamazoo-Michigan, Newport-Rhode Island, Burlington-Vermont, and many other cities in the USA. Others have reported online and to me how they have been hit in pretty much every country in the world.

Especially interesting is the suggestion that my notices, appeals, and memos to Trump and friends might “have the opposite effect”: “BTW, I like your worldwide appeal that Nina shared…. and it’s a good strategy to do that sort of thing…. as it was to write Trump about these horrors. But you (we) have to know that asking Lenin to stop sending state enemies to the gulags of the Soviet Union would not have worked…. likewise these efforts to ask our torturers to please stop will not have the effect and could have the opposite effect.”

Is this an attempt to stop my impassioned writing of letters and memos and putting people to shame, worldwide, who have sanctioned these programs of cruelty with Stealth Assault Neuroweapons—who may actually be exposed and prosecuted for their crimes if enough powerful and persistent writing blankets the Net?

The pogrom is already here. It is worldwide. Populations are being “pacified” with Remote Access Human Control neuroweapons. People are being silently irradiated, burned, and killed in their own homes—by others, persuaded to surrender their humanity to fear by ruthless and corrupt employees/contractors of agencies, governments, and their-controllers.

Writing is powerful–and, with speaking, filming, recording, documenting, art, podcasts, documentaries, books, still the primary means I see to disseminate the truth of these crimes to the world.

It is also interesting to me that in these texts he has sought to backtrack and seek my continued collegiateship and work with him, attempting to suggest that his own knee-jerk insults sent my way could have been prompted by “cyber-warfare” and the “censoring and tampering” of my email (none that I can see). I have worked for a long time with Dr. Karlstrom, both doing interviews on subjects of his expertise and conversations on subjects of mutual interest; these are interesting podcasts—even if incomplete in their disclosure–and will continue to be featured at my website and at my video channels at Youtube, Vimeo, Bitchute, Ramola D Reports. I recommend that all watch them. I am not afraid of history, and I do not remove people’s podcasts and articles from my sites.

But I reject entirely all attempts, surreptitious and overt, sneaky and in-your-face, to exploit, manipulate, and patronize me, to misdirect, trample, smear, and corrupt my own efforts to expose these crimes against humanity. I reject entirely insults made against me as a writer, interviewer, podcaster, journalist. I am seriously disappointed, in fact appalled and taken aback at Dr. Karlstrom’s unprecedented and unwarranted attack on me with his words—remarkably Luciferian, I may add, in their fixation on excreta—and I am herewith dissociating entirely all connection with him. I ask those who communicate with me on email and elsewhere to kindly never include me in email lists with him. I have no idea who he really is, what his real agenda may be, which agency he may be in cahoots with, but at this point, nor do I care!

I will add that he has not been the only one lately to send insults, demands, or frenzied appeals my way, as efforts escalate among the infiltrator-infidels to derail me from my own intended focus as an independent journalist, and my innate calm as a writer. I will publish on this as well shortly. It’s been ridiculous.

This report is being published both to inform all and let Dr. Karlstrom know his abusive, cyber-bullying, unChristian actions and words to me, particularly after our long, cordial association, are repugnant and unacceptable, and call into question the entire body of his work. Any further abusive communication from him will be ignored or/and immediately published.

CIA Whistleblower Barbara Hartwell | SMEAR CAMPAIGNS: The Wicked Tool of Lowlife Losers

Re-Post | Barbara Hartwell | November 26, 2019

Preface | Ramola D | November 26, 2019

PREFACE

Originally posted at Barbara Hartwell’s website and republished here, with permission.

This article, at Barbara Hartwell’s website

I spoke to Barbara last night and wanted to relay one important message she shared with me, about her writing and calling out particular people engaged in such delectable activities as smear campaigns, infiltration of true activist movements, and agent-provocateur and saboteur actions directed against same.

I have to say it is always refreshing to speak with Barbara Hartwell on such matters, since she is well-rooted in her Christian faith, has an unshakeable roster of principles to live by, does not equivocate, does not compromise, is unafraid to clearly speak her mind, analyzes things both with her innate intelligence and training as well as through the filter of her spiritual principles, and inevitably delivers a verdict that goes directly to the heart of the matter and is not a Masonic chess-board-style perspective which pretends it can play both sides, marking itself in the process as unprincipled.

The message she shared was about the intent behind such writing which exposes and names, within the mileiu of a media scene spiked with duplicity and crawling with infiltrators: the purpose is to warn, to inform, to put the information out there so others may be apprised and understand the truth. The information is also posted so others may do their own research, engage in their own thinking about it all, and come to their own conclusions. With smear campaigns too, of course, the intent is to repudiate the smear, to deconstruct and expose the truth which is being attacked and sullied by the smear.

This is precisely the reason behind my own writing to examine and expose those who have recently engaged–and continue to engage–in smear campaigns against my name, and those who have successfully infiltrated, co-opted, run Disinformation campaigns, and appear to commandeer the quite-splintered “TI Community”–which Barbara Hartwell recently described for us, with her Counterintelligence training, as Containment Operations. (TI standing for the term “Targeted Individual,” an unfortunate label emanating from the military and early infiltrators themselves, which no doubt is accurate, yet has become a misused label by way of the long-standing Mental Health Fraud operation executed on it.)

I have written extensively on this myself in The Consequences of Infiltration.

Please read the rest of this discussion at The Consequences of Infiltration

Having endured the multiple advances of a flurry of infiltrators on email lists, now expanded into Twitter and Facebook forums and private email over literally six years since I was first extra-judicially targeted and sought to connect with others to find out more, research, eventually write, and engage in public activism efforts to expose these government and private-sector crimes, my own assessment currently is that there are hundreds of genuine targets/MIIC victims out there, but plenty of fakers, trolls, victim role-players too.

I do not see a “TI Community” anymore but a rather large “TI Containment Ops Community” with several Disinfo-running groups and individuals supporting each other, with pockets of true-TIs connecting in groups on social media.

I do not see myself or posit myself as a leader of any of these communities or groups, but some do (I mean, they posit themselves as such).

I understand that my quite-visible journalism and human-rights advocacy in this space makes my name prominent, and I encourage all to use my work as significant, referrable reportage for their own work of personal letter-writing, activism, and to raise public awareness.

My purpose in this space is to continue my journalism and HR advocacy–which seems to trouble certain parties inordinately, the very same who have currently and recently been engaging in mob attacks against me, and who are apparently bonding with each other over lies and disinformation, as perhaps, is their special charge from Mission Command.

I am sorry for those who believe in these lies, who cling to the liars, and who wait interminably for these mushrooming groups to speak for them, to advocate for them, to run class-action lawsuits which will Not be thrown out by State Secrets Privilege, and to save them. I encourage everyone to speak out themselves, to write letters, blogs, websites, articles, affidavits, accounts, journals, books themselves, to take action to educate others and raise public awareness, to name and shame the offenders publicly, to demand of the offenders an end to these persecution, torture, and experimentation programs. I wrote to Attorney-General Barr last week, feel free to use my letter and send your own.

This is already taking time, and may take more time. These offenders in high places are protecting their lifestyles, their industries, their names and titles and comfy positions of power. Never stop exposing them.

In the process of exposing, I guess I have learned now to expect smear campaigns.

Whole thread here:

Thanks very much to Barbara Hartwell for discussing openly why Smear Campaigns are run, and what they really mean.

–Ramola D

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 2019

SMEAR CAMPAIGNS: The Wicked Tool of Lowlife Losers

by

Barbara Hartwell

“When the debate is over, slander becomes the tool of the loser.”

Socrates

NOTE: This is a brief report I published (2006) on another site in relation to the defamation campaigns being waged against a number of my friends and colleagues, all Christians and Patriots, Defenders of Liberty.

Since that time, I have observed that the smear campaigns run on the Internet against legitimate persons (journalists, activists, whistleblowers) have tremendously escalated, especially due to the nature of social media. However, the same basic principles apply.

If your good name is being slandered, libeled, smeared, especially by diverse individuals, groups, organizations, and if outright fabrications are the basis of the smears, your adversaries are certain to be LOWLIFE LOSERS who cannot present a logical, reasonable argument, nor any facts, nor evidence to support their position.

As liars and cowards, these unscrupulous reprobates resort to the smear campaign.

MOST LIKELY TO BE TARGETS OF A SMEAR CAMPAIGN

A “high profile” individual, having a name that is usually recognizable.

Uses his/her real name on Internet posts, not attempting to hide behind a screen name or “anonymous”.

Has a “track record” of exposing government corruption, crimes, political chicanery and skulduggery.

Bases his/her reports on facts; names the names of
criminals/perps/provocateurs, etc. Demands evidence from others for corroboration of facts as well as furnishing it.

Is consistent in sticking to solid principles, year in, year out. Believes in moral absolutes. Defends the God-given, Unalienable Rights of the Individual.

Is a defender of the Constitution of the United States of America, against all enemies, foreign and domestic.

Has a “no-nonsense” attitude in standing up against police state tactics, from law enforcement officers right up to the crooks in the White House, and everyone in-between.

Demands accountability from public servants/government officials.

Has bona fides (of one type or another) which establish legitimacy.

Has a previous (often long-standing) record of harassment/ persecution by criminals in government and their hirelings and minions. May have been falsely deemed “enemy of the state”; “terrorist”; “enemy combatant”; “high-profile subversive” and so on….

What type of person are we looking at here? Seems to me we’re looking at a person who may be considered a serious “threat” to the status quo of corrupt government, the New World Order, Communism/ Socialism/ Fascism/global tyranny and totalitarianism.

It also seems to me that anyone who would target such an individual for harassment, stalking, slander/libel/bashing and trashing…in attempts to demonize and DISCREDIT that individual, has an awful lot in common with the corrupt government officials who also are desperate to DISCREDIT/silence/neutralize that individual.

Barbara Hartwell

December 24, 2006

CIA Whistleblower Barbara Hartwell | IN DEFENSE OF RAMOLA D: TARGET OF VILE SMEAR CAMPAIGN

Re-Post | Barbara Hartwell | Nov 25, 2019

Originally posted at http://barbarahartwellvscia.blogspot.com/2019/11/in-defense-of-ramola-d-target-of-vile.html

Re-posted with thanks to CIA Whistleblower Barbara Hartwell for her friendship, support and candor in speaking out. 

I posted her article in a brief thread on Twitter yesterday (link below) with some thoughts & much gratitude. To clarify, as Barbara notes, I was pleasantly surprised and appreciative but did not ask Barbara to write in my support. It is a pure testament to Barbara Hartwell’s integrity and sense of rightmindedness and justice that she would write in support of a friend and sister journalist working for Truth and Justice as she is, and there really is no-one else in the world like her, uncompromising in her integrity and clear-seeing of Dark and Light, rock-solid reliable in her alignment with Light. I am honored therefore and grateful beyond words for her freely-given friendship and her incisive, history-making writing.

–Ramola D/Nov 25, 2019

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 2019

IN DEFENSE OF RAMOLA D: TARGET OF VILE SMEAR CAMPAIGN

“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash;
’tis something, nothing;
’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.”

William Shakespeare, Othello

Katherine Horton has been running a massive smear campaign against a former colleague, Ramola D, for at least the past 18 months. I do not know Katherine Horton, but I have witnessed the damages to Ramola’s reputation, as a journalist, and as a person, as her character has been vilely assassinated and her professional work trashed.

To add insult to injury, Katherine Horton has enlisted many others among her gaggle of sycophants (her followers on social media, supporters of her website and audience of her You Tube channel) to engage in mob tactics against Ramola, to attack her, to defame her good name, to publish outrageous lies against her and her family.

Additionally, Horton has targeted others for her lies and calumny, including Barbara Hartwell.

EXCERPT from previous report:

Horton then began a smear campaign against Barbara Hartwell, promoting outrageous falsehoods for which she had no evidence whatsoever. Horton has claimed from the beginning that I am a CIA agent. Having no facts at her disposal, she simply parroted the mantra of long-running counterintelligence ops against me: Barbara Hartwell is a CIA disinfo agent.

I wrote several reports in which I refuted her false claims, and further exposed her as a malicious liar and promoter of violence and murder, using HER OWN PUBLISHED WORDS as evidence.

*******

In my considered professional opinion, as an intelligence analyst and former profiler for the US government, based on my observations of her words and actions, from March 2018 until the present time, Katherine Horton is a despicable fraud whose prolific criminal conduct makes her a danger to anyone associated with her.

What is of great concern to me is that so few people will stand up and tell the unvarnished truth about Katherine Horton, though the writing is on the wall, clear as crystal for those with eyes to see.

Nor will they stand up publicly in defense of Ramola. What I have witnessed (aside from those rabid Horton supporters openly participating in the witch hunt) are the fence-sitters, the compromisers, who refuse to take a firm stand, to name names of those engaged in unscrupulous actions, some of which are criminal in nature.

No, apparently they would rather sit silently on the sidelines, waiting to see which way the wind blows, rather than stand up and be counted in defense of Ramola against her enemies, those who clearly wish to destroy her.

For the record, I stand with Ramola, not just because she is my friend; not just because she has supported me and my work (for which I know she has taken tremendous heat). I stand with her because I see her value as one of very few people I have known who DOES stand up against evil, against oppression, against tyranny, without compromising her principles, without concern for the approval of others, whatever the consequences to herself.

Ramola did not ask me to write this, though I dare say she may not be surprised that I did. As her friend and colleague, I know the terrible price she has paid for telling the truth and for standing up for what she knows to be right, even if she has to stand alone. That is the stuff of which heroes are made and I cannot be silent in the face of these vile attacks on her name, her character and her work on behalf of those many decent, law-abiding persons, worldwide, being targeted for harassment, torture, terror, wrongful incarceration and life-destroying crimes.

Barbara Hartwell
November 24, 2019

Please see Ramola’s recent report here:

REPORT & JOINT STATEMENT ON HOW TECHNO CRIME FIGHTERS FORUM ENDED | Correction of Dr. Katherine Horton’s False Narrative Changing Facts

REPORT & JOINT STATEMENT ON HOW TECHNO CRIME FIGHTERS FORUM ENDED | Correction of Dr. Katherine Horton’s False Narrative Changing Facts

Report & Joint Statement | Ramola D | November 23, 2019

REPORT

Subsequent to the extraordinary year and a half of outright falsehoods and slander propagated against me by former colleague Dr. Katherine Horton in an endless public display via several media including Youtube, Twitter, and her website, inflicting tremendous damage on my name and reputation while inciting others to engage nonstop in similar smears, mobbing, and cyber-bullying, it was recently decided to issue a joint statement to refute one of Dr. Horton’s most outstanding lies regarding how Techno Crime Fighters Forum ended.

This particular false-narrative-construct states that I “single-handedly blew up Techno” and is the primary lie this Joint Statement from all members of the TCFF team bar Dr. Katherine Horton intended to address.

This Joint Statement has come about thanks to the thoughtful efforts of an independent observer encouraging us to revisit this matter and jointly publish the truth of what occurred, in the interests of serving the truth and refuting the slander adversely affecting my name and journalism.

Over the past two or more weeks we have sought to do so, deciding on the text of this statement jointly after much conversation, contemplation, correction, edits, additions.

This statement was approved by all three members of the group on November 20.

Regrettably and unexpectedly, just before finalizing and publication, Karen Melton-Stewart sought to delay publication for four weeks, stating the timing could be seen as coinciding with Dr. Katherine Horton’s court case. Given that this entire effort—slicing into time much needed for other work including my journalism—has been undertaken to address new damage inflicted by Dr. Katherine Horton, whose continued slanderous attacks on me I have sought often to quell, I expressed my disinterest in such a consideration, pointing out that Dr. Katherine Horton’s court case schedules—which no-one had been keeping tabs on–were irrelevant to the historic matter being addressed by the Joint Statement. Nor, in my view, was it necessary to give credence and consideration to activities of dubious merit being undertaken by Dr. Katherine Horton, who had necessitated these very efforts, onerous and time-consuming, to repudiate her outrageous actions of slander and defamation against me.

Karen Stewart then stated that she withdrew her support for the Joint Statement–after she had already given her approval for the Statement as it is published below.

I highly regret that this has occurred, but I bear no animosity toward a sister warrior fighting for the truth about these crimes against humanity to be heard. I am honored to have worked alongside her, to have supported her voice and work, and to have reported at length on her story.

I am publishing the Joint Statement currently, as earlier intended, and as written, edited, and approved by all three of us in the service of truth, to repudiate wanton slander, and in the spirit of informing the public at large what really transpired.

–Ramola D

November 19, 2019

JOINT STATEMENT ON HOW TECHNO CRIME FIGHTERS FORUM ENDED

Correction of Dr. Katherine Horton’s False Narrative Changing Facts

Because there continues to be confusion among some on this matter, definitively speaking, we jointly need to establish that Techno did NOT end by way of Ramola “singlehandedly blowing up Techno,” as Dr. Katherine Horton has wrongfully mischaracterized it several times, including recently, on her website, in many videos, and on Twitter; Techno ended because of a primary issue we three–Millicent, Ramola and Karen–had tried hard over time and over that last week, via emails, to resolve with Dr. Horton but alas could not.

The major issue, brought to a head by her offer to host TCFF weekly at her channel while others wished to make TCFF monthly (thanks to the unstructured, time-wasting form some felt TCFF had degraded to, which had raised issues of changing its periodicity), was Dr. Katherine Horton’s calls for violence on some of our shows against those leaders running heinous operations against us; whether serious or sardonic, it was deemed by us all as unwise. A minor issue was Dr. Katherine Horton’s peppering her commentary with profanity not readily acceptable in American society, which struck us as unprofessional, and unwise.

Other reasons and issues have been documented by Ramola in her account The End of Techno Crime Fighters Forum: The Real Backstoryan account published only after review and approval by Millicent, Karen, and Melanie- -which unwound over a longer period of time than just that last week when conflict in conversation with Dr. Katherine Horton on the subject of those primary issues above, accentuated by her refusing to accept culpability for her own previous calls to violence, brought Techno to an end.

It also needs to be definitively stated that all 4 of us had understood that Techno Crime Fighters Forum had already come to an end, as a re-perusal of the email exchange between us establishes, before the occasion of the Video Note presented on August 2, 2018 by Karen, Millicent, and Ramola, which was only meant to be a note to viewers by one portion of the former group that the forum had closed.

Dr. Horton’s frequent statements that she was excluded from a TCFF episode are factually wrong. So also her statements that “Karen was shocked” to get a call that TCFF was to be announced as ended, when more accurately we understand now after much conversation, that Karen’s inability to be present for long at a 3-person conference call the night before (Aug 1) meant that she herself, sad at the impasse with Katherine, but aware (like all 4 of us) at that point that TCFF was over, was not expecting a call from Ramola and Millicent the next day (Aug 2) to publicly address the issue of TCFF closing; cyber-hacking on the day (Aug 2) also prevented Karen from being present earlier that morning to more fully discuss the matter before going on-air for a Video Note to say goodbye; all of which combined to her being “indeed surprised” when eventually reached late that morning, as she has stated earlier. However, it is important to note that the decision to go on-air to present that Note without Dr. Katherine Horton (and the distinct possibility of unpleasantness on-air) was taken by all three together, even if in haste, to honor the time-slot, and even if the Note itself, intended originally to be a brief and neutral announcement of the unfortunate end of TCFF, expanded unexpectedly into candor from Ramola as to why TCFF closed, after Katherine unexpectedly showed up in Chat and made statements there about “being excluded from the broadcast.” It is important to note Katherine herself did not label this in Chat a TCFF episode, which it most certainly was not, because she like all three of us knew full well by then TCFF was over. Her subsequent labelings of this being a TCFF episode from which she was excluded are questionable and erroneous.

Dr. Katherine Horton was indeed excluded from a notification podcast to wish viewers goodbye—on group consensus– only because she had already, prior to that podcast, rejected in-depth attempts, together and separately, from all three women to reason with her and find a solution. This was the primary reason for the breakup of the group, with much frustration and bad feelings generated by her refusal to further discuss the primary issue the group found problematic. TCFF as a group and a forum no longer existed at that point, and as a result, communications were strained and unfruitful or just finally non-existent.

Finally, it is important to note that Dr. Katherine Horton at the time, on email, denounced all three for not including her on that final Video Note, and all three stopped working with her on the Joint Investigation Team which she later erroneously cast as a team she had “led” when it had been agreed throughout it was a collegiate, not a hierarchized group, which certainly did not recognize her as a leader.

Dr. Katherine Horton’s repeated mis-characterizations since then and recently, scapegoating Ramola D as the prime cause or instigator of TCFF’s demise and publishing such mis-characterized interpretations and accusations against Ramola D— which may rise from her own denial that her calls to violence were inappropriate or had even been done, or as a desire to deflect attention from her own culpability in an unwise course of action which ultimately brought TCFF to an end– should be repudiated.

Signed:

Karen Melton-Stewart, Dr. Millicent Black, Ramola D

November 19, 2019

Related:

Ramola D/The End of Techno Crime Fighters Forum: The Real Backstory

Worldwide Appeal to Doctors, Psychologists, Psychiatrists, Law Enforcement: Extreme Human Rights Violations with High-Tech Remote Human Access Weapons Ongoing MUST Be Stopped

Appeal & Checklist | Ramola D | November 22, 2019

With thanks to early reviewers especially biomedical scientist Tracy W for review and contributions to this checklist.

In light of the continuing use, worldwide, of Remote Human Access neuro/bio/chemical/RF/sonic/scalar/nano weapons which are causing untold suffering to millions, both physical and psychological, via unconsented-to Bio-Hacking and Neuro-Hacking, and which essentially constitute Torture, prohibited by all nations of the world, healthcare and law enforcement professionals in particular are called on today to wake up, get informed, and take action to protect, care for, and support the reporting victims of Fusion Center, Intelligence Agency, Military, Security Service, Telecom, Defense contractor, and University/Research Institution crimes of non-consensual human experimentation, harassive Electronic Weaponry persecution, and subjugatory Electronic Surveillance, permitted and being hidden by massive Watchlist Fraud, as described in the Notices, Memos, and articles listed below, as well as disclosed elsewhere widely by other writers in articles, books, and websites online.

This Ten-Step Checklist with preface offers all concerned citizens, human rights advocates and activists, civil rights groups, media, medical professionals and ethical law enforcement officers a document listing the suggested steps hospitals, law enforcement, and doctors should take to honor the reports of genuine victims, to investigate these reports from a human rights and healthcare perspective, and to respond appropriately in the face of Intelligence agency, Fusion Center, Deep State/Military crime and political persecution with high-tech remote human access weapons and life-takedown operations to assist reporting victims and provide basic health care and community care–starting with checking for RFID implants, measuring EMF pulses on their bodies, doing X-rays, MRIs, Scada analyses, and generally honoring their witness and further exploring and assessing it with the help of radiology, medical physics, and other sciences.

High-Tech Remote Access Weapons Being Operated Worldwide Today on Humanity

Extrajudicial Targeting Technologies (Weapons Use/Tests/Abuse) & Biometric Surveillance, Non Lethal Weapons, Neuroweapons

Note: Psychiatry is being used to disappear these crimes, and is the problem here, not the answer. The profound irony of doctors, psychologists, and psychiatrists daring to suggest that reporting victims are “Mentally Ill” and hustling them into Psychiatry Wards & Mental Institutions, forcing them to take brain-damaging drugs, and refusing basic medical healthcare–based on their ignorance of Mil/Intel High-Tech Crimes today, their blind indoctrination by collusive mainstream media, and their own lacking medical education, or by way of their avarice and avid complicity–in essence, re-victimizing already traumatized and terrorized victims who need caring physical healthcare, not mental–must be addressed.

Law Enforcement — despite being fully aware of ongoing National Institute of Justice advanced-technology testing, US Defense and Air Force and NATO microwave/milliwave/other weapons-testing & Directed Energy Bio Behavioral Research, military-academic social engineering and Psychological Operations–is still trained to run community mental health interventions or 5150/302/Baker Act Mental Health Involuntary Holds on anyone complaining of DEW harassment, Neurotechnology harassment, or other harassment from neighbors or satellites and celltowers: this is entrenched perfidy, enabling the crimes of torture of citizens with Remote Human Access weapons and must be stopped.

Ten-Step Checklist for all Doctors, Psychiatrists, Psychologists, Law Enforcement PDF

How to Use This Checklist with Preface to Raise Public Awareness:

  • Print and make copies of the PDF Ten-Step Checklist for handout at your local hospital Emergency Rooms to all ER staff.
  • Send the Ten-Step Checklist PDF by email to hospital doctors and local law enforcement.
  • Post the Ten-Step Checklist PDF online at your websites for easy access.
  • Send your own doctors the Ten-Step Checklist and a link to this Worldwide Appeal.
  • Select a few hospitals and Universities locally and email or letter-mail or fax this Ten-Step Checklist PDF to specific doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists.
  • Select a few Universities locally, identify key Human Rights, Psychology, Bioethics, Neuroethics faculty and send this Ten-Step Checklist PDF by email or letter-mail to them.
  • Send the Ten-Step Checklist PDF to human rights groups, civil liberties groups.

Supporting Notices, Memos, Articles

Public Notices on Patriot Act Crimes and Worldwide Crimes Against Humanity Using Remote Human Access Energy and Neuro/Bio Weapons

Public Notice: The Remote Access of Human Beings is a Crime Against Humanity

World Notice of Crimes Against Humanity Using Energy & Neuro/Bio Weapons

Community Notice: Notice of Crimes Against Humanity/Patriot Act Crimes

Memoranda to President Trump on Patriot Act Crimes–Massive FISA and Surveillance State Abuses–Leading to Crimes Against Humanity with Remote Human Access Weapons

Once Again, A Memo to President Trump: Massive Surveillance State Abuses | Treason on the Ground, in the USA: Public-Private Partners in Targeted Killing of Americans

Memorandum to President Donald J. Trump on Domestic US Torture Programs Running Under Cover of Surveillance

Key Articles on Mass FISA Abuse and State-Run Domestic Terrorism: Fraudulent Targeting, Watchlisting, Subjugating with Electronic Warfare Neuroweaponry, Blacklisting, Community Policing, Human Trafficking into Barbaric Human Experimentation

Ramola D/No Longer True: The NSA “Isn’t Getting Violent Internally in the US”: Millions Today in US Are Targeted with RF/Scalar/Sonic Weapons, Nano Weapons, Neuro Weapons, Chem/Bio Weapons

Open Season on Targets: Blacklisted Individuals, Extreme Abuse in Targeting, Secretive Lab-Rat Exploitation, & Massive Establishment Cover-Up

How Secret Policing With Deadly “Non-Lethal” EMF/Scalar/Sonic Neuroweaponry Has Been Installed Domestically Inside the US, & Globally

Is the US Department of Justice Secretly Permitting Local Law Enforcement & the Military to Assault American Citizens Using Covert Directed-Energy &;Non-Lethal Weapons?

2015: “Targeted Individuals” are Non-Consensual Subjects in Criminal, Clandestine, Classified & “Top Secret” MKULTRA-Extended Mind & Behavior Control/Torture Experimentation by Joint Military/Intel/Justice/Academic Institutions, as well as Targets of COINTELPRO and Electronic Warfare

Key Articles on the Media Cover-Up (Operation Mockingbird/Information Warfare) of Targeting and Neurotech Crimes

Failure-To-Report-Crime | The Chicago Sun-Times Debacle: Neil Steinberg, Ella Free, David LaPorte, Ph.D, and the Ruthless Tearing-Down of All Reporting Unethical US Mil/Intel/Medical Experiments and Political Persecution Operations with Neuro/Bio/Energy Weapons as Delusional, Paranoid Schizophrenics Enjoying a “Mass Delusion”

Failure-To-Report-Crime & False-Reality-Construct | #Media POPPCon | 60 Minutes/CBS/Sep 1, 2019: “Targeted Americans: Brain trauma suffered by U.S. diplomats abroad could be work of hostile foreign government”

Robert Duncan, Regarding 6/10 NYT Article on Gang-Stalking & Targeted Individuals: “When Weapons Are “Field Tested” They Need To Be Very Secretive”

United States of PsyOps: Call Them Paranoid. Call Them Delusional.

Censorship, Lies, Deception: WIRED Removes Writer’s Comment Exposing DOD/CIA Crimes at Laura Yan’s POPPCon (Psy Op Propaganda Piece) for the Deep State

Fourth of July, 2019: Implications of Targeting Individuals in US and World that Mainstream Media and Alt Media Ignore

Key Articles on Use of Psychiatry in Disappearing Reporting Victims of FISA Fraud, State-Run Domestic Terrorism, Military/Intel/Justice Weapons Testing and Neuro Experimentation

Welcome to the Gulag Created by Crooked Intelligence Agencies, Crooked US Military, and Crooked Fusion Centers

NSA Whistleblower Wrongfully “Baker-Acted” by Florida Sheriff’s Department After Providing Hard Evidence of Covert Electronic Harassment

Paranoid Schizophrenia, Tool of the Red Terror, Makes a Comeback in Authoritarian USA & Other Western “Democracies”

Disappearing the Testimonials of Today’s Clandestine Human Subjects: How US & Western Psychiatry Function As Political Tool to Muzzle Witnesses

Seth Farber, Ph.D: The Psychiatric Metanarrative, Targeted Individuals, and the Deep State: A Response to The New York Times

False-Claim of Mental Illness in the Microwave, Millimeter Wave, Other “Non Lethal” Weapons Testing on Citizens in USA & Worldwide

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Ten-Step Checklist for all Doctors, Psychiatrists, Psychologists, Law Enforcement

This checklist should be provided to all doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists, Law Enforcement officers, EMS personnel, nurses, hospital staff, technicians, administrators, all medical staff in Emergency Rooms in hospitals.

In conjunction with this check-list, a badge of Citizens Rescuing Citizens from Surveillance & “National Security” State Abuse should be presented.

This is because Defense, Security, and Intelligence agents flash badges, court-orders, and warnings to doctors and psychiatrists, stating the reporting victim is under a “National Security” protocol and demanding the withholding of all services and help to the reporting victim, also stating that the reporting victim is “mentally unstable” and is under surveillance; all this, while using, abusing, exploiting, and enslaving the reporting victim in terminal, torturous, persecutory and inhumane experimentation involving covert RFID implants, EMF/Neurotech Assault, DEW Testing, DEW Operator Training Psychological Warfare, Blacklisting, Character Assassination, Organized Stalking, Community Persecution and Life and Career Sabotage.

Extreme Human Rights Violations Ongoing Must Be Stopped

Women and men and children are being raped, burned, and mutilated with these EMF/Neuro weapons. Pulsed microwaves are being shot at people’s faces, throats, heads, lungs. Pulsed microwaves are being shot into people’s genitals. Organs are being destroyed, Knees are being destroyed, Heart attacks are being induced. Respiratory infections are being induced. Invasive and degrading sounds, smells, sensations, images, dreams, emotions are being injected into their brains. Additionally, they are being stalked, Psy Opped, and assaulted verbally in public. Then they are named “Mentally Unstable” by Mil/Intel so they can be isolated and guinea-pigged for life.

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21st-Century Citizens’ Clean-up of Non-Consensual Weapons Testing/MK Experimentation & Military/Intelligence/Contractor Crime:

Ten-Step Checklist for all Doctors, Psychiatrists, Psychologists, Law Enforcement

In Case of EMF/Neurotech Crime Reports by Reporting Victims of Covert Tracking Implants, Microwave/Directed-Energy-Weapons Assault, Invasive Brain Technology Assault, Anti-Personnel Electromagnetic Technology Assault, Organized Stalking & Harassive Community Surveillance

  1. Call on Radiology: Send reporting victim of EMF/Neurotech Crime to Radiology for thorough and complete scanning to detect the presence of RFID chips or other kinds of emitting/receiving micro/nanotech all over body, particularly in upper arm, brain, spine, teeth/jaw, and cochlear implants in ear. Obtain FCC license markers from FCC RF registration tables for all radio frequencies detected.

  1. Record burns and scars: Examine and record all scars, breaks, scabs, burn marks on victim’s body, and record with detail any narrated incident related to each.

  1. Scan with Spectrum Analyzers, Acoustic and EMF Detectors: Isolate and observe if pulsed or other radiation directed on the reporting victim of EMF/Neurotech Crime can be detected in a ward which is kept as secluded from WiFi and EMF radiation as possible, using Spectrum Analyzers, EMF Detectors, Acoustic Detectors, and other means of radiation detection which radiologists and radio/electrical engineers can advise on.

  1. Document the Report of Assault: Record and document in detail the entire narrative of covert-implant assault and radiation-technology assault the reporting victim offers.

  1. Open 24-Hour Radiation Assault Watch: Put thereporting victim of EMF/Neurotech Crime on a 24-Hour Radiation Assault Watch, recording and reporting all Spectrum Assaults and sonic assaults on this person, using meters and detectors as noted above.

  1. Scan Victim’s Home: Send an EMF Detection team to reporting victim’s home, so they can take scientific readings of incoming pulse radiation or sonic attacks at a variety of different times and locations inside the home over a 72-hour period.

  1. Map the Cell-towers, Antennas, Satellites, Drones Near Home: Map the pattern of cell-towers and antennas surrounding the home. Map the satellites recorded over home and neighborhood. Map the presence and frequency of drones over home and neighborhood.

  1. Call for Diagnostic Testing, Toxicology & Forensics: Use DNA damage kits and Live Blood Cell Analysis to detect radiation damage. Add testing for altered sugar metabolism and detection of internal infections like Dysbiosis, Systemic Candida, Scalp Candida, SIBO, SIFO, etc. Send reporting victim to Toxicology for forensic analysis of nanotechnology lodged or self-assembling in body and brain. Research and establish origins of nanotechnology

  1. Call for Surgery: Send reporting victim to Surgery for theremovalof all detected RFID implants, Bio-MEMs and others which can be removed. Retain all removed implants for the record.

  1. Create a Detox & Support Regimen: Start the reporting victim on a Detox and Support Regimen using powerful natural detoxing and cleansing methods, while also providing a supportive atmosphere for the reporting victim to rest, recover, and rejuvenate post this criminal Mil/Intel/Electronic Enslavement ordeal.

Ramola D/Constant Comfort: A Story for Gaza

Story | Ramola D |November 15, 2019

This story was written many years ago, after bombs dropped on Gaza at the end of 2008 and into and past the New Year, when whole families were killed, when apartment complexes were demolished, when children taking refuge in UN schools and compounds were targeted for evisceration, when phosphor bombs and depleted uranium were reported in the news, when Israel said it was the fault of Hamas, when Obama said the “security of Israel” was “sacrosanct.”

Israeli Massacres: A Brief and Shocking History/Philip Weiss, Mondoweiss.net/If Americans Knew

That Gaza Massacre of 2008-2009 was repeated in 2012, in 2014.

Israeli Massacres: A Brief and Shocking History/Philip Weiss, Mondoweiss.net/If Americans Knew

Richard Falk, former UN Special Rapporteur for Palestinian Human Rights wrote then, in July 2014, while once again the international community of governments did nothing to sanction or stop Israel: “As with earlier massive Israeli military operations carried out against the people of Gaza 2008-2009, and 2012, the defenceless Gazan population is again being cruelly victimised. If an adversary of the West was behaving as Israel has since July 8, it would be branded an aggressor whose leaders would likely be held accountable before the International Criminal Court (ICC) or some other tribunal with the authority to prosecute persons accused of international crimes which have distressed the US government and its allies.” 

During that summer, award-winning novelist Ru Freeman (author of A Disobedient Girl, On Sal Mal Lane) began work on an extraordinary anthology of writings, poetry and prose, non-fiction and fiction from American writers communicating in a group on Facebook and others she knew or contacted, on the subject of Israel and Palestine.

Oregon Books/Extraordinary Rendition: (American) Writers on Palestine

As she wrote later in her foreword to Extraordinary Rendition, published in 2015 by Oregon Books, where this story was first published in very partial excerpt:

“The impetus to ask a group of writers to reflect on the ongoing assault on the thin and shifting borders of Palestine, and the people who are confined to that tenuous landscape, became impossible to set aside in the face of the 2014 assault on Gaza, an assault in which Israel claimed it hit 5,226 targets within the 139 square miles that constitute Gaza, and one which left 2,104 Palestinians killed, including 495 children, and 10,626 injured, many critically. Parallel to the bombing of Gaza was the simultaneous incursion into Palestinian neighborhoods in the West Bank which went unmentioned in the American press. It resulted in the largest land-grab by Israel since 1948, with the seizure of $3.5 million worth of Palestinian property within and surrounding Jerusalem. In the face of such numbers, and the fact that we as Americans, willingly or not, fund the perpetration of such violence through our taxes, but more so by our silence, I felt that we needed to confront the reality that Cunard articulated in 1937: it is impossible any longer to take no side.”

Ru Freeman, Foreword, Extraordinary Rendition: (American) Writers on Palestine

Image from Twitter/Nov 14, 2019

In the last few days from November 12 to the present date, the 15th, news has trickled in through the silence of larger media about the bombs being dropped on defenseless families, about whole families killed, about babies and children and youth being murdered again in Gaza. Many have woken today to the pointless horrors of war, to the one-sided nature of the attacks on Gaza, where those who seek even minimally to defend Gaza are made impotent by the ferocity and disproportionality of the force used against them.

Image from Twitter/Nov 13, 2019

I received news of the Gaza bombings this week from Twitter, from various sources, a few vital ones below.

 

I am as saddened, as disheartened as all of us witnessing these massacres or hearing about them from continents away, while our own Western governments pour money and ammunition and protective policy support into the bottomless pit of Israel’s budget for bombs to kill babies and their mothers and fathers. I have some thoughts on what could be done, internationally, to address these actions by Israel, to stop this carnage–I will publish them shortly.

For today, I offer my story “Constant Comfort” in full, dedicated to the people in Gaza–rejected by many literary magazines in the USA, no doubt because many have a strong Israeli or Zionist supremacist faction installed in-house, as much of US literary and news publishing unfortunately does, I have learned–and part of a collection of stories on war and children I hope to complete soon. (Publishers are welcome to contact me for this collection if interested: ramolad@everydayconcerned.net.)

I send my prayers to the people in Gaza: May this incredible siege on your lives come to an end. May Israel’s Occupation and targeting end soon. May people  worldwide wake up and take significant action. Millions of us worldwide who care about humanity send our love.

Constant Comfort – Ramola D – PDF

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Constant Comfort

by

Ramola D

 

Tender Spaces

               Daniyah was sucking a sweet red cherry lollipop when the ceiling caved in on her, the weight of several stories of concrete, brick, mortar, and steel whistling down to avalanche on her skull, so her hand involuntarily released the lollipop stick and her lungs, choking with fine grey dust, released the world. A breath had passed, maybe two, in which, believing she was still alive, she had raised her lollipop hand to the back of her skull where the wrenched concrete slab which had once held up a bedroom wall had impacted, and incomprehensible wads of tissue and blood leaked onto her fingers, and dripped into the tender spaces between her fingers. She withdrew her hand, marveling at the stickiness of life, the ease with which parts of the body could crack blindly open, spill their most secret contents, even the youthful crimson glaze streaming out of her five-year-old self thick with its own burden of wants and unwants, long threads of memories, viscous friendships, slow pools of regret.

                    The Bomb had arrived like a freight train, a tornado, a cataract, from deep inside a fighter jet. She had heard it ripping through the cauldron of space just above their building in Gaza, hissing its intent as it tore open the walls. For comfort, she had been sitting on her sister Aaliyah’s bed.

                     Beyond the sound, beyond the ungainly explosion of brick and concrete in large, unmanageable confetti all around her, streamers of ash rose like cirrus and floated. Now she noticed she was still sitting on the bed although the room entire had been demolished. Debris had torqued her feet inextricably into a devil’s arabesque. Ash still rose. It feathered the shattered brick, stopped up childish nostrils, climbed the torn-open curtains, sought out the glottis of every child and settled inside the moist alveoli of childish lungs.

Come to the Ball

                     Her sister Aaliyah had been reading a book, lying on her back in bed, flipping through pages of illustrations: fairies with tall butterfly-edged wings, fairies with pixie caps, fairies rising out of flowers, their legs stemmed and petalled, their thighs subsumed in bright corollas. Laboriously, words being sounded: She whispered to him, it was permitted, he could come to the ball. Aaliyah held inside her mouth like an unbreachable crevasse a learning disability which had once held her back in school. Words she could not pronounce pirouetted inside her. Words whose meaning eluded her flickered like constellations visible on rare occasion through blowing cloud. Some phrases and juxtapositions flummoxed her. Often she slipped into verbal transpositions and transgressions lucid only to those, like herself, who could not read in straight lines, word upon word. Because of these matters, she had only recently learned how to read in ways that could infallibly disperse inside her the certain seeds of story. This, astonishingly, had excited her to the point of undiminished hunger. Now all she wanted to do, in between eating, sleeping and going to school, was read.

                     Seven-year-old Aaliyah was reading when the Bomb tore through the upper stories of the building and exploded in a fireball that set fifty-six rooms above them ablaze, collapsed hundreds of walls, shattered windows, and tossed numerous body parts and dreams along with lullabies for infants, fabric from curtains and clothing, house pets, once-enclosed bricks, and just-made evening dinners into the pulverized air. The book was dragged from her hands, as were her hands from herself. Parts of her limbs scorched and melted, parts of her limbs disintegrated. Her eyes, still scanning a line of text, followed the exit of her unclad feet through the newly-exploded window, into the night-lit air, into the shuddering vibration. Black smoke and white ash plumed abruptly around her, obscuring vision. Coughing, she leaned forward to tilt a cup of bedside water to her mouth, her reachings with a phantom hand suddenly visible even to herself. Bone stood out white inside a shell of macerated flesh scorched to coal on the skin. Burning dreams from floors above fell with building debris on her desecrated limbs. In the whitening that ensued, of skin, lungs, and breath, a part of her still floated on butterfly wings, wrapped in diaphanous silks and glittering with rare crystalline stones, toward a fairy ball in an enchanted forest. Other parts of her reached for parts forever gone with an unregistering insistence.

Constant Comfort

                     A long time ago, their thirty-seven-year-old father, asked by a visiting Dutch journalist, what his children meant to him—he had five of them then, and the sixth on the way—said, tentatively (he was a shy man, unwilling to draw attention to himself) in his usual, retreating way: they were a constant comfort to him and his wife. They were the creation of family succeeding the death of his own parents. Children, he explained, were the meaning of home.

Womb-Like

                     In the moment the Bomb hit, their mother, holding the seven-month-old baby, in the room furthest from the one in which the children played, had bent down to rummage beneath the bed for a new blanket for the baby’s crib. Joists crashing around her miraculously shaved a womb-like space surrounding her bent-over body. In this she froze, bent-over. The screech of matter ignited abruptly to oblivion around her cascaded, rippled, echoed. Walls crashed and fell, smoke and ash unwaveringly rose. The baby choked, she coughed, for a moment she held a still-whole hand to a still-whole mouth, deathly afraid for her children’s lives.

An Instant’s Ravaging

                     The second-youngest, three-year-old Isra, was on the carpet playing with her doll, a gangly mini-skirted Barbie with unruly golden locks, narrow lips, blue eyes, and red Mary-Jane stilettos, combing the knotted hair with a doll-brush, bending the legs sideways and forwards, backwards and back, readying her for school, she said, smoothing down the upturned sequined collar, when, in an instant’s ravaging, concrete confetti from the explosion needled through her spine and out her abdomen, crushing vertebrae, slushing together spinal fluid, blood, muscle, intestine, and intestinal contents in one gory mass that extruded beneath the doll’s golden hair and lay, for a brief moment, steaming before her eyes as the greater mass of the ceiling pounded all over her.

                     The oldest, Hadiya, was sitting by the window, staring into the deepening dusk, yellow window lights coming on all around them, dim swathe of stars above, dreaming of lean, handsome Fuad, the brother of her friend Mariam, with whom she had recently exchanged a series of letters, tentative and breathless, when she noticed the ominous congealing of sound around them, saw the fighter jet plummet and loosen its dark, silvery load of terror directly above, heard the raw Doppler crunch of its coming and going, and half-rose, shaken from her windowseat, when the end of the world sliced her sideways and with glass and metal she was blown to the center of the room, bleeding profusely from head and neck, legs paralyzed in one instant, and covered the next in the flaming, smoking debris that descended from above and kept on descending.

                     Her seventeen-year-old body slammed into the second-oldest, Malaika, the sleeping one, who had been sick that day and not ventured to school, curled in a ball on her bed, a single cotton sheet over her fourteen-year-old limbs, which boiled instantly to flame and sealed her skin at roiling temperatures into its fibrous threads, delving deep through layers of epidermis, dermis, muscle, to reach the hidden bone and surge against it. Flame, ash, bone, and shards of metal embedded. The weight of the rooms and objects above thrust onto shoulders, ribs, ankle bones. When she opened her eyes, blinking past the ash coating her lashes, weighting her lids, Malaika believed she had transformed in her dreams into a caterpillar’s tight cocoon, so fully was she encased in ashen, fallen plaster, and brick.

One Moment to the Next

                     Except for Hadiya, who had, for an instant, observed the blinding arc of terror dislodged from the roaring fighter jet, none of the girls had had an inkling of the enormity of what was about to happen to them. None comprehended what had occurred either, after it happened. The desire to move, from one moment to the next, within one’s own footprints, is rife in all of us. The girls blinked their eyes, touched their heads with shattered fingertips. Aaliyah wished to turn the page. Isra wished to clean the doll’s suddenly bloodied hair. Hadiya longed for Fuad, to reach down and lift her up to her feet. Daniyah wanted the sweet lick of cherry once more on her tongue. Malaika wanted merely to go back to sleep.

Supernatural Lift

                     Instead, they rose, five slaughtered sisters, holding their parts together, or striving to, Daniyah pushing back the mass of extruded brain and blood as best she could, Isra tucking in stringy layers of intestine, Aaliya grateful for the supernatural lift which obviated the need for limbs, the burned Malaika still able to smooth scraps of burnt skin away from mouth and eyes, Hadiya, floated above the bed with its cover of smoke cloud, still paralyzed but able to see, rotating her head, where they were heading. Stars drifted loosely above. Smoke occluded parts of the night-time sky. Lights in buildings below flickered, went out. Other Bombs were flaring fiery mushroom clouds into the sky. Other balls of smoke rose, other streamers dissipated into the weedy blue of dusk the ashen white of burning phosphorus. Low, violet hills duned to a dim horizon from where artillery shells arced destruction. Missiles flew about them, bodied and silvered, making the air sing. Everywhere, cries could be heard, of people attacked or bereaved, of fear or terror, of unstoppable grief, first plainly, then muffled, as great heights intervened between their bodies and the earth. Date palms and olive trees, for a moment so close, diminished in size steadily until miniscule rivets of green waving timidly from below were all that was left.

                     Now clouds approached, and more of them, fluffed-up columns and roofs and porticos of silk-shower cloud, endless galloping battalions of styrofoam cloud, stained the colors of battle—blood-red, earth-brown, gunmetal-grey. Cool mist dampened burned skin as swiftly the ascending children pierced layers of soaring cloud, into a sudden vertical sea of calm. Night skies stretched out here, starry and clear. Now they could hear the thrum of the speeding jet, the singular roar of powerful engines already past the sound barrier and booming their shifted velocity into the violet atmosphere. Their bodies lifted naturally toward the sound and dusk-lit metal sight of it, sleek, tearing beauty of the long-nosed jet, the very one which had discharged its artillery over their building, and so easily secured their death.

Sand Angel

                     As she rose, Daniyah felt as if she were floating on sea-green waves on a safe golden beach lit with evening sun. Around her shone white cone shells, narrow spirals of rose-petal augers, softer bluegray coquinas, half-buried in the sugary sand. She made wide arcs with her arms and thrust fingers into the half-damp sand and let the blue heavens pour liquid honey on her skin. She remembered the horses by the water, and the children flying kites, and the sound of laughter. She remembered how often her father would take the children to the beach near Dayr-al-Balah. She tasted sweet nut and honey confections in her mouth, crunch of roasted peanuts, long, strawed sips of fresh mint lemonade. They had often used to picnic on the beach, in the days when it cost less to get there.

                     She rose from the sand angel she had made and ran forwards, into the water. The feel of it on her feet smooth and foamed, a spread of coolness, like vanilla icecream melting in the mouth. She held her sister Isra’s hand, drew her to the water. Ancient Mediterranean seas rolled long toward them and back, gently in thinning waves and foaming forward in sudden gushes. Long she gazed at their side-by-side buried feet in the sand, tiny bits of shell that hid between their toes, scraps of seaweed that touched their ankles.

                     Slowly the sun was going down. Everything—sand, water, shells—was glistening a mother-of-pearl pink.

Paper Houses

                     From the sheer glass of his bubble canopy in the speeding F-16, the thirty-eight-year-old IDF pilot, Raphael Even-Zahav gazed steadily into the future: clear navy skies to left and right, starry foam of the Milky Way above, distant surround of coastline, dune, city lights, white memories of clouds below. These long-gone clouds had come already between his past and his future, or so he believed. He was flying at thirty-six thousand feet and climbing. Behind him sat his buddy, thirty-nine-year-old Doran Ben-Ami, with whom he had grown up on the same street in Tel Aviv and with whom he had trained once at flight school. A long time ago, they had been boys together, flying paper houses on strings. Now they were IDF men in fighter planes, several years of frenzied adulthood behind them.

                     Many things having happened in those years.

                     Raphael had married, had one child, divorced. A bitter divorce, with his wife refusing joint custody, citing abuse. In the throes of ego and passion, he had hit her once or twice. Raised his voice to her, that was only as much as he had grown up with, from his father. Never hit the child. Didn’t drink that much. Combat pilots had more sense than that. But he’d come home late a couple times, drunk. After the baby, things had wrenched apart between them. She said she had no time to herself, all day at home with the baby. He had laughed. After the baby, he thought, she’d had no time for him. She had gone off to America, to live with her mother in New York. From seeing his baby girl everyday, he saw her once in two or three years. His wife remarried, had other kids. He had never wanted to marry again. He lived in a one-bedroom apartment and changed his girlfriends when they mentioned any possibility of future. Raphael, whose name meant Angel, did not practice being angelic.

                     Doran was not that much different, although he had not married young, like Raphael. He married in his early thirties and his first child, Aviva whose name meant Springtime, had been mown down at age six by a bunch of drunken men in an oversized SUV on New Year’s Eve, two streets from their home, near a neighbor’s house. He had a second child, she was two then. But the marriage cracked and splintered. Too much grief can paralyze, he learned. His wife became depressed. He stayed out with Raphael in bars. There were nights the two-year-old was not fed, nights he came home to nonstop crying and frantic searching in the refrigerator for something to give the child. It was a relief when his wife’s sister took the child and his wife in to live with her in Haifa.

Children, Sitting

                     Raphael did not witness the steady rising because his eyes were on the upper skies. But he was the first to notice the motley crowd of figures on the nose of the fighter jet, as the girls sailed onto the smooth curved fuselage and wedged themselves in upon its metal curve. He rubbed his eyes, he had been awake until the wee hours the night before, prey to his latest curse, insomnia. The round, childish figures did not dissolve or disappear. A mirage of paper lanterns, he thought at first. Light reflected into shapes of conch shells. Desert pottery. Dolls. From this he progressed. Not mirages of dolls but dolls themselves? The figures had childish limbs. Children, he saw finally, his mouth inside the oxygen mask agape. Small children. Teenagers. And the masses attached to parts of their heads, stomachs, chests, were body parts, extruded. That was blood, in jagged streams. That was skin, burnt and mixed-in with flesh. That was bone he saw, and brain, and the insides of a person’s guts. That was stiffening and rigor mortis, the waxen look of death.

                     That was a small group of children, sitting where no-one could sit, forty thousand feet above the earth’s crust, in icy cold, thrust forward at tremendous speed, on the nose of his fighter jet. All dead.

                     His hands slipped on the throttle then, disbelief pocking holes in him. His entire body, clad in his heavy G-suit, tingled. But he was a combat pilot, trained to take evasive action. Doran, he called. Doran!

                     Doran, who had been momentarily asleep and dreaming of space travel, white-hot neutron stars, cold burn of space, jerked his head up and saw Aaliyah, reading a book, streaks of red pouring down her forehead. Behind her, stars glittered. Aviva, he whispered. Are you here?

A Vision for a Day

                     When the Bomb had fallen, its target guided by lasers, its moment of release planned and executed with supreme precision, a small jerk had rocked the aircraft for a small period of time, smaller than a minute. Then the Bomb had plunged, the noise of its going masked by the tremendous thrust of the engine and afterburners. Visually, a large occluding mass of metal became a sleek and noiseless silver shape lit by the rays of the dying sun, a plummeting noiseless bird, a rapid speck, erasure. The jet thundered forward. All things below seeming to happen in slow motion, in a world of no sound, so distant a world, untouched and untouchable by the two motionless bodies in the Bomber jet. The roiling fireball, rounder and larger than any synagogue. The tremendous plumes of smoke. The dust and cloud of explosion. The building flattened. All sealed in a capsule of silence. Over Raphael’s shoulder and below the plane’s landing wheels it hung, jeweled in an upward-arcing container of space, the remote, unfurling Target.

                     He was a fighter pilot, he did not need to hear the sound or see the explosion. The discharge was smooth, anticipated, on plan. The sight was a bonus, and always surreal, as if it were happening in another dimension. It was a vision for a day, and then to be forgotten. In his career, his cachet of wars, sorties, target airstrikes, he had seen many of them.

                     But this—what was this?

                     Do you see it, he asked Doran.

                     Yes, said Doran, briefly.

                     He did not know what Doran was seeing. He wanted someone to explain the vision to him. What is it, he fumbled, what are we looking at?

                     Doran was silent for a long minute.

                     Beats me, he said, finally.

A Layer of Happiness

                     Meanwhile, the girls dreamt.

                     Isra, gathered up in a cloud of pink frosting, was dreaming of birthday cake: fresh pineapple on a bed of cream sandwiched between soft vanilla sponge cake.

                     Malaika was swimming in shining blue ripples in a lake. Snow geese swooped above her, and swans gracefully bent long necks as they floated.

                     Their parents were not far. Hadiya, dazzled by textures and colors, was shopping with her mother for her eighteenth birthday, they were hand in hand in a large department store, they were choosing transparent, flyaway scarves. Aaliya, lost in dream, was reading a story to her father, sitting in a wicker chair, rocking on the balcony. A story with unicorns and spiny-tailed dragons and princesses growing long yellow hair.

                     Every dream had music or singing in it, a layer of happiness. The Wiggles were singing in Isra’s dream, about Dorothy the Dinosaur. Wild birds in Malaika’s.

Positive Gs

                     Suffice to say they tried everything. They thrust vertically up, the positive Gs almost flinging them backward so they were forced to press their legs together, embark on the Hick maneuver, tensing legs, thighs, abdomen, to keep the blood from constricting in their lower parts, and send it back up to the head. They did a roll, an inverted roll, a sashay to the right, left, forward, back, they spiraled, did a spin, a torpedo, a cache of spins.

                     The girls clung stubbornly to the nose and seemed indeed to find no trouble in doing so.

                     None wobbled or slipped or dropped.

                     Each, engaged with her own particular trouble, smoothing a coil of intestine back into place, or reconstructing cerebellum and nerve ends from indiscriminate mass, seemed absorbed, and unconcerned about the plane’s repeated, desperate maneuvers.

                     Raphael plunged a ninety-degree plunge. Nothing happened, save for the loss of his own equilibrium, a wave of nausea. Then one upward. Positive G again.

                     He wanted to duck. He wanted to wake up. He wanted, irrepressibly, to clamber out of the cockpit and onto the plane, crawl to the nose, and push them off, even as he felt melancholically certain he could never push them off. He wanted most of all, not to have to look upon them, for the sight of the unlined, ravaged faces, the dripping blood, the silent masks of death, was making him think of things he had never before contemplated nor indeed been asked to. Was this truly the Bomb’s doing? Had these kids come from that ball of flame and coal-colored smoke he had created? He felt tormented, and shook his head, even as he oscillated the plane, climbed steep, banked, turned, plunged, all in an effort to shake them off. He wanted not to think about it. He would not think about it.

                     Doran, behind him, shouted instructions. He too, wanted the sky clean once more, the nose cleaned off, the children gone. They needed to land, he thought, they needed to get at that nose with a hefty broom.

Baby-Hands

                     Behind Daniya’s head, her hair now sticky with blood, her brain tissue recalcitrant in its determined slide downward onto her neck, a trillion stars shone. Distant nebulae cast a faint halo around the tangle of sticky blood, brain, and hair that now jointly adorned her neck. Her body distorted into an unimaginable curve. The burned, mutilated Aaliya painful to look upon. Burnt, her face unrecognizable as human. Eyeholes peering out from a jelly of flesh and skin. One step from the cockpit, legs drawn up, as if in the middle of some gymnastic curl, her feet and ankles nonexistent, the bloodied stumps with raw glimpses of bone—Raphael shivered, looking. The sight of Isra worse: the damaged spine, the central part of her three-year-old body burst open like a flower to reveal the intimate, unflowerlike insides of abdomen, blood pooling in abandon, smooth pool of blood on the steel dark enough to reflect starlight back upward into the black canopy of space. Hadiya could not move. Raphael observed the two halves of her existence—the upper bloodied and broken, the lower bound as we are bound to earth, flopping like a wounded seal on her side, stuck like a harpooned fish. And the burned Malaika, whose sheet, half-welded to her skin, rose like a wing around her, studded with reddest flesh, reddest blood, gray matter of nerves and cells, stringy white muscle, coated with ash and concrete debris.

                     It was the look of the trusting, questioning child in all their faces, underneath the blood and burning, the soft peach-bloom of child-skin, the tender, growing ungainliness of child-limbs, that proved, in the end, his undoing. Swept on a tide of unprecedented need, Raphael experienced a passionate yearning to see his own eleven-year-old daughter in New York again, touch her soft child-face with his hands, reassure himself she was still alive.

                     He fumbled with the joystick but hardly knew what he was doing.

                     The sky pulsed in front like a neutron star. The breath scraping him raw in the throat.

                     Raphael spoke urgently to Air Control.

                     He needed to land, he said, Abort Mission. There were other Bombs to be dropped, other Targets to be found. He could not drop them, could not find them. Because he appeared to have some trouble getting his message across to his commanders, he found himself screaming. He could not fly this plane, he screamed, which, across the distant airwaves, arriving in a darkened Control Tower, proved at least materially comprehensible. Less so his second announcement, delivered in tones of high-pitched panic: He could not get rid of the dead children!

                     Behind him, Doran was seeing once more the crushed face of Aviva, his six-year-old Spring. The pain he had withheld for years, the stowed-away, stepped-on pain, rushed to his head like sudden blood. Aviva, he cried, my Aviva, why did you have to leave us! Memories of her baby-face, her toddler-face, her little-girl face, her pouty, three-year-old “big-girl” face swept through him.

                     When she was two, she had used to jump and stamp her feet when met with the word “No.” When she was three, she was still sticking out her lower lip when she cried. When she was four, she was singing Honey Honey and Mamma Mia from the Abba movie remake.

                     She had wanted to be a ballet dancer, a child actress like Shirley Temple, a fighter pilot like Daddy. She had wanted to be a baker of frosted cupcakes, a fashion designer, a model like Mommy. She had wanted to sing like Taylor Swift and act like Marilyn Monroe. She danced without thought at folk music festivals and open-air concerts. She held wildflowers up to her face as if they were the greatest creations on earth. She had wanted to fly to the moon.

                     And her baby-laugh! He heard once more the crazy, tinkling tones of her baby-laughter the first time he leapt, lion-like, into the room when he had pretended to mimic the animals in Lion King. Her baby-hands, curled comfortably in his. My baby, he wept, oh my baby, where are you now?

                     Each child on the plane’s placid, speeding nose rose damply into view.

                     Doran Ben-Ami remembered his angel, and wept.

Cast Lead

                     Now dropping rapidly, the children did not move.

                     When the plane halted, an emergency landing on an emergency runway in a remote airport, lights flashing, fire engines thrumming, ambulances at hand, the entire cabinet of the government waiting on the runway, including the prime minister, the media held back by police, news of the situation on the fighter jet having spread already to news rooms, web sites, iPhones, iPads, iPods, Droids, Raphael Even-Zahav and Doran Ben-Ami, dazed, faces wet with tears, able to speak only in jumbled fragments, were led away toward psychologists.

                     Aircraft maintenance technicians, firemen, police, cabinet members could all now see what they had flown with: on the F-16’s aerodynamic nose, the twitching tableau of five dead girls, unconcerned by observers, striving to stitch themselves together with their own dead hands or memory of hands, absorbed in this.

                     The plane was hustled into a hangar, select elite from the IDF summoned. Everyone stood back, and the soldiers in a group, with some hesitation, approached the children. One reached out, touched a child, leapt back as if stung or burnt, screaming, They are alive, they are alive! This the others confirmed. Multiple hands reached to touch. The children appeared to be made of flesh, of human blood and bone.

                     It is not possible, said the members of the cabinet.

                     These are apparitions, said other members of the cabinet. Chimeras.

                     Others did not speak, having no explanation.

                     Feel for yourself, said the soldiers, who had retreated.

                     Confirm-kill! shouted the top shot in the crew of the elite.

                     The prime minister sent him a nod, the top gun stepped forward and pointed his weapon at the children. He fired, once, twice, five times, at the tender, bloodied foreheads. There was still movement. He pointed his gun at hearts: once, twice, five times. Still movement. Again he fired, at heads, hearts. Nothing happened. The group of preoccupied children remained oblivious to every new violence.

                     Because of what they perceived as unnatural, the people in the hangar had, imperceptibly, started to move back from the plane.

                     The soldier was still firing, compulsively, at the children. One member of the cabinet spoke, his voice like cast lead: Tell him to stop, he said. Tell him it is not possible to kill a dead child.

                     This plane must be condemned, said a technician, speaking his thoughts aloud.

                     Where are the pilots? The prime minister called for back-up. Where are the techs? We are not condemning any planes. Arm the jet, he directed. Fly the plane. Make those targets!

                     Those among the pilots who felt they could fly the plane along with its supernatural cargo came forward. Those among the crowd who had seen the obvious signs of violent death on the children yet could carry the sight inside their craniums and not break, as Raphael and Doran had done, returned to their work.

                     There is no time to waste, said the commander of the armed forces. We must return to the Bombing.

Night Journey

                     From another life, that evening, on television, Raphael witnessed the removal of five burned and mutilated bodies from the wreckage of a building. They were the bodies of children, and he did not have to see their faces to recognize them. One father, one mother, and one baby wept and threw themselves on the ground. My children, cried the father. My girls, wept the mother. The father explained what the names of each girl meant, in Arabic. My Daniyah is Close or Near. My Aaliya is Exalted. My Isra is Night Journey. My Hadiya is Gift. My Malaika is Angel.

                     The bodies were wrapped, over and over in white cloth.

                     At that moment, Doran spoke to his wife on the telephone, asked for his second child, Meira, whose name, in Hebrew, meant Illuminates.

                     A father belongs with his child, he said.

                     Above the city, the F-16 rose, gaining height. The five dead children held on in starlight, blood streamed down their bodies. The new soldiers manning the jet looked through and past them. Then the jet dropped its fresh cargo on the besieged city, another Bomb exploded.

***

                     Constant Comfort: Copyright: Ramola D.

Open Travesty in David Noakes’ GcMAF Case as UK Judge Ignores All Evidence of Perjury, Reveals “Her” Judgment of Extradition was Handed Down from Higher Up: Report from Neelu Berry

Ramola D/Posted/11/10/2019

NEWS UPDATE from Neelu Berry, 11/11/2019, with text of Judge Nina Tempia’s 20-Page Alien Handed-to-Her Judgment From Higher Up, 11/7/2019

Fear of the UK’s health regulatory body MHRA being fully exposed and being forced to acknowledge culpability for refusing the human body’s natural cancer cure GcMAF to thousands of UK cancer patients may be behind the peculiar actions and words of Judge Nina Tempia on Thursday, November 7, at the Westminster Magistrates’ Court, where she handed down an extradition order to David Noakes, CEO, Immuno Biotech, saying she could not take into account any evidence of perjury being presented, since it was too late and she had just “received her judgment” that morning.

Clear evidence that this UK judge–if not all UK judges–is not, apparently in charge of her own critical faculties as a key representative of the judicial system, Judge Tempia confirmed with this action that this UK court is apparently being commanded by shadowy figures behind the scenes, whom Neelu Berry, tireless whistleblower and activist, pinpoints as the organized crime syndicate behind the MHRA/OCLAESP persecution of David Noakes and Lynda Thyer.

David Noakes with Neelu Berry and supporters at Westminster Magistrate’s Court, Nov 7, 2019
Westminster Magistrates Court Rubber Stamps Perjury in France to kill 3,500 Cancer Patients per day/Video

At question here is the very wrongful set of nine charges recently set out by French Judge Gadaud, at the behest of the French regulatory body OCLAESP acting on behalf of the MHRA, which David Noakes has shown to be fully imaginary charges, based on no evidence whatsoever, which led to the creation of a European Arrest Warrant and the arrest, extradition, and incarceration of Immuno Biotech scientist employee Lynda Thyer, now being used also against David Noakes.

Media discussion last week of the extensive perjury committed by Judge Gadaud and the MHRA in attributing wrongful charges of money-laundering based on inflated bank balance figures with journalists Andy Devine and Neelu Berry as well as historian and common law expert David Johnson can be found here:

RT Pod 6: Round-Table UK-US Media Focus: Perjury in David Noakes & Lynda Thyer’s Cases & Remedy

At heart of this entire travesty of course, covered here earlier, is the frankly outrageous bid by the pharmaceutical industry controlling the MHRA to suppress a proven and inexpensive cancer and autism cure GcMAF from reaching the people of the UK and the world — going to every length possible to persecute those who helped make it available to people, in hopes that GcMAF can thus be shunted out of sight and people can go back to the never-ending manipulations of the cancer-drug industry in “searching for a cancer cure” and relying solely on the billion-dollar-profit-pulling-drugs which ultimately seem to be decimating people with “chemotherapy.”

To this end, mainstream media continues to distort this story, in the interests of the powerful crime syndicate running the MHRA. The truth, however, is not being reported in these accounts which seek to smear David Noakes as an “unlicensed drug seller” “quack” and money-launderer. For complete coverage, see all the many Newsbreaks and articles here at ECC and at Ramola D Reports, see also the interviews David Noakes and Lynda Thyer have given with Ian Crane, Andy Devine, Jason Lisiatos, among other penetrating media analysts and journalists unafraid to cover the truth.

One primary development of note is the admission by Judge Tempia that her judgment wasn’t hers, but was handed down to her. One must ask: who handed it to her, who authored it, and why is a judge handing down other people’s judgments instead of using her own critical faculties to examine the matter, as she is tasked to do? Especially when huge matters such as perjury and the complete and utter destruction of lives are at stake. Is everything at the Westminster Magistrate’s Court a farce?

Neelu Berry reports.

Report by Neelu Berry dated 8th of November 2019

Reference Westminster Magistrates court hearing on Thursday 7th of November 2019 in the case of citizen Noakes vs France + UK

I arrived at the Court Security at 9:55 expecting the hearing to be in Court 2 as per last week. I noticed the listings on the ground floor had a blank notice board for Court 2. David Noakes and his group of 30 supporters were standing outside Court 1 in a queue. There was a commotion with David standing at the end of the line because the security guard had been called and would only allow 9 people to enter to sit in the public gallery with 9 seats and no one could decide who the 9 people would be.

I handed David the document I had produced using the front page of the European arrest warrant and a paragraph from the top of page 4 superimposed with the perjury of the 11 million Euros being laundered which I instructed that he hands to the judge and all participants in the courtroom.

He bizzarely handed it to his supporters to pass around themselves. I retrieved it and gave it back to David. David put it in his briefcase. We did not have the document which I had produced using the front page of Mr Justice Supperstone’s judgement of 10th of May 2019, with the paragraph 3 correcting the 11 million Euros to be 11000 euros. We tried to look for it in his briefcase but were unable to find it. We decided to ask the court clerk to look for it in the court file.

I protested to the security guard to inform the judge that no hearing could take place until all the people were seated because they had come from hundreds of miles away. I mentioned the Nuremberg Trials when he pleaded Innocence of just doing his job and denied his active participation in the three-and-a-half thousand deaths from denying GcMAF.

The security guard then asked me to speak to the usher and within a few minutes the decision was made to change the location to court 1 to enable all supporters to be seated.

As I sat down in the public gallery, I noticed David sitting by himself, to the far left in the courtroom, without any paperwork in his hand. I managed to slide into the courtroom, following the CPS barrister, sat next to David and assumed the position of his McKenzie friend.

The Judge’s Clerk, Ms Pollin, with a very strong French accent, was extremely mechanistic, asking David, “Does the judge know about this?” which was bizarre.

David being an Englishman, responded equally mechanistically “Yes”

A younger security guard ordered me to sit in the public gallery as a McKenzie friend to which I corrected him on the procedures that the McKenzie friends normally sit with the litigants in person.

I handed Miss Pollin the copy of the edited page 1 of the EAW with the perjury evidence to make several copies. She refused saying she could not take instructions from me. I asked David to hand her the document for photocopying for everybody in the courtroom and she then ordered 5 copies be made and gave them to David rather than handing them out do the CPS barristers. I then asked David to pass the perjury document to Ms Pollin for the judge and serve the CPS. I then asked David to ask Miss Pollin to print paragraph 3 of the judgement of Mr Justice supperstone dated 10th of May 2019 from the court file.

We informed them that the documents were in the court file because they had been emailed to the court on several occasions. Miss Pollin prematurely decided to call the judge in to deny us serving perjury evidence in the Supperstone Judgement but omitted from the proceedings.

10.21 a young female CPS barrister was served with the perjury evidence

The case was called from inside of courtroom 1, not outside. The case of France vs Noakes. David gave his name as the living man David of the family Noakes. They read out his date of birth as 7th of March 1953

The judge entered and asked my name which I gave as Neelu. She stated that she had given full consideration to the proceedings of the previous week’s hearing under section 11 of the extradition act and made a finding against Mr. Noakes and had got her judgement to hand down.

She was ordering his extradition to France within 10 days, and he has 7 days to appeal the decision, which she wrongly stated gave him 17 days. She was very mechanistic that there would be a cost of £565 unless he had reasons for not paying it.

There was a public outcry from the public gallery. The Judge shouted at the public “Can you be quiet?”.

David explained that the MHRA had closed all his accounts, his benefits and his pension had been stopped and he had no income. The judge was very mechanistic in a pre-determination on costs to say that she was willing to reduce it by a percentage to £250 (which is not a %) which if it wasn’t paid by December there would be a collection order and a prison sentence; that he would be remanded on bail and he had restrictions not to leave an address at PL3 4DH water leave the country of England and Wales.

She asked David if there was an application he wished to make. I stood up and responded that there was evidence of perjury that needed to be considered. I referred to the document with the evidence of the perjury and demanded that the judge review her decision in light of it. The judge insisted that it was too late to review her decision saying, “I am unable to do anything at this late stage because I only received the judgement this morning”

I then asked her where she had received the judgement from and who wrote it. She responded by saying that I did not have the authority to address her or the court as a McKenzie friend. She appeared to panic and hand down the 20 page copy of the judgement to Ms Pollin to pass on to the David Noakes. The judge immediately got up and ran out of the court.

As the judge was leaving I stated “I am arresting you for the treason you have committed today”

I then went to the CPS barrister to provide her name which she refused to do. There was one older female behind her who ignored me. There were three other younger barristers, the male barrister in the middle told me he was from CPS but did not need to give me his name. The two females on either side said they did not need to tell me where they were from but they were not from the MHRA.

Surprisingly the judge did not ask who was in the courtroom from France if at all. I think it was Judge’s Clerk, Ms Pollin, who immediately telephoned for security to come to the courtroom to clear it to stop me communicating with the CPS staff.

The older female then told the male security guard, “Deal with her” to which I responded that those CPS staff were mass murderers responsible for 3,500 murders every single day

It was very clear that the judges Clerk was sent from France to orchestrate these proceedings in a private capacity and the CPS and the judge were just being recruited into the UK organised crime network on their first assignment or a promotion.

I took pictures of the judgement on my mobile phone and sent it by email to John Smith and Edward Ellis. I gave the original copy of the judgement to John Banks to pass on to Mr Ellis.

What is stated above is true to the best of my knowledge and belief

The websites mentioned by David in this video are:

thenhf.com

thenhf.co.uk

www.healnow.se

www.gcmaf.se

www.mhracorrupt.st

Apologies for the jingles on the live feed https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWYGVBF_EGY

John Smith is appealing the decision, see www.commonlawcourt.com previous common law hearings and appeals

Equity Lawyer Edward William Ellis is on www.icj3.webs.com Mass Remedy Process

Neelu Berry, Neelu Chaudhari, Ved Chaudhari

Whistleblower Pharmacist

text 07868060083

Private Investigator for the Mass Remedy Process of the Equity Monarchy Trusts managed by Mr Ellis

My Youtube channel is https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWDZvSpPR-nG8sEjDm0iGEg/videos

My Facebook https://www.facebook.com/victor.pc.589

www.icj3.webs.com Interviews by Mr Ellis

www.icj3.webs.com/health Interviews by Neelu Berry, David Noakes & Lynda Thyer

www.icj2.webs.com

www.icj13.webs.com

www.allto1.webs.com

www.mfn99.webs.com

My Research Interest Links

 https://www.british-history.ac.uk/no-series/acts-ordinances-interregnum/pp197-200  Satanic Structure Laws

https://www.ashtarontheroad.com/ashtarcommand.html Our Angels

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