Bits and Pieces

I was a healthy normal child when I was born and until I was about 9. I was then brutally assaulted on some "heresy" charge, well for a child of 6 these things have no meaning. When I was 11 my beautiful face cut and my jaw broken. I was disfigured for life.

I think it was a question you got loads of money, I want or I'll butcher your face, I said no so he butchered me face and took the money. (me Dad)

I understand my grandfather was a socialist of some sort and since we were blessed with a mind we were curious about the Universe.

The Norman occupying force, known as the establishment admonished us. And my Uncle had holes made in his head.

I understand the unpleasant atrocity of spiking children in the head to limit the intellectual powers of children born to working class families has being going on since the Norman occupation in 1966.

'Schizophrenia' means intelligence where it arises in the working class. This diagnosis is used to remove dissidents.

Grandfather Randal was a silver smith who found work on a reliable permanent job on the Railways at Basingstoke. He used the Thermite reaction to weld steel railway lines together. He could hear if wheel was sound by the sound they made when stuck by a hammer.

Although he was not educated he was an amateur scientist and like many at the time was an observer of Mars and knew about the green wave known as "Martian spring".

My Uncle wanted to build a telescope out of an old searchlight because of his curiosity about space.

He was cut down by the mad lobotomist who lives near hear.

The telescope and the workshop languished and decayed after two holes were made in his head when the family wanted to market the re-discovery of Tesla's 'engine' and the Germanium Triode (transistor) that we has made.

Before his operation he had a boat on the Thames and enjoyed life, after he did work but did nothing at home except stare blankly and grunt. He went to his shed where he kept his inventions and just stared blankly. He also stared down the lavatory pan. Before he did marvellous painting afterwards nothing at all. The money he earned was put in the bank and none was spent he did go to the pub where he cried in his beer.

This is Grandma Randal (nee Goddard) the daughter of a Blacksmith of Goddard's lane in Basingstoke (now part of Alencon link).

They owned a pair of horses and a trap (a sort of open carriage) that the family would travel down to Winchester on a Sunday for a day trip, she was once allowed to hold the reins of the horses and drive it herself.

In Basingstoke you will find Goddard's Farm, the tomb of Alderman Goddard and an old ruin of a church that was destroyed for political reasons (known as a ruin Cromwell knocked about a bit).

In the act of settlement in 1666(?) when the Monarchy was reinstituted the Monarch became a constitutional Monarch with no executive powers and was forbidden to have agents in the country.

This law has been well broken and under this act the Monarch has to be annulled for ever, making Britain a republic similar to America.

My family is of the Goddard line, one of my ancestors, there are many, was an alderman Goddard what chopped the head of Charles I. I do not quite get the dates. But I recall an incident what came from my Grandmother Randal nee Goddard.

She was very old about 90 when this took place, I was about 28 or so, granny had suffered a fall and bruised her head, a doctor had come to help and she wanted to talk.

She said the Royal Family had murdered all her family. Then she said that the trouble had started when her great uncle Goddard (she was about 16 at the time) told her that there been seen a flying Saucer on his land (he had a farm estate called Goddard's Farm near Basingstoke and a stately home "The Vine" a Roman Villa occupied by Gnostic Christians from c300AD - these held Jesus the man from space who taught us things and went home to his star in the sky from whence he came - the frescoes and floor mosaic have illustrate the story all that time and it was still there when I was the occupier and built the thermonuclear reactor there next to the room with the roman girl inside a stone box like she was still alive. It apparently had landed and my ancestor Goddard had communicated with them.

The war between the Royalist and god's army (Goddard was the leader but did not take part in the fighting he made speeches) that resulted in Charles I head being chopped off, was caused in part by the royals family divinity and right to rule being nullified by the existence of alien life.

The fighting started when a person was taken to Basing house to be interviewed about the alien space craft and then I think he may have been hanged for heresy so the Goddard lot burned the house down and got some ammo together, because the thing was real what made all our fancy ideas for nought. Mum talks of alien civilisations so the aliens may have spoken to my ancestor about it.

Goddard's grave is in the Basingstoke churchyard behind the station where me Granny's hubby worked as a welder - he was a "silver smith". In the churchyard stands the remains of the Anglican basilica "what Cromwell knocked about a bit" (according to local tradition).

Well the royalist are still murdering or lobotomising any person who to have met or seen aliens and also those who claim any knowledge of Martian biology.

Unfortunately I was on the Viking project and now the royalists and papists say that space means nothing so you can't go through it and planets and stars are lights in the sky put there by god to make it pretty and the moon is a night light and the sun is the day light. it was all made by god for the royal family who he made to rule and all others were made for them. so they can do what they like.

The doctor attending to my Gran then pushed a blade through her white old head and she never spoke again. Well she did sort of recover and talked of her marriage at 19.

Mum who is 94 and sitting beside me said just before befalling the same fate that Hitler sent a expedition to mars in 1930 powered by "Tesla power" - she was 18 at the time and she may have been one of the German Astronaughts and that they had found life. However her memory had now failed as more attacks on her head were made by pin wounds from a local man who she liked.

According to family tradition, mum won a beauty contest in Germany and the prize was to marry Hitler. She told me that she did commit atrocities herself because a person who gave trouble had his brain cut in half and never gave them any more bother. She said the Jews were murdered because they would not join in and work for nothing but that the Pope had asked Hitler to murder them.

She told me recently that she spent 1938 on the Moon with Hitler and 1939 on Mars where she had me. My birth certificate says differently.

She told me and wrote it in her memoirs which I sent to Germany recently and to the European court of Justice and to the High court that she had shot Hitler but bitterly regretted it. I understand from my childhood period that I spent in Dusseldorf in Germany that Hitler died in 1953 is Saltsburg and took no part in the war and that the person who took over was a British stooge who had a hole in his brain and was controlled by a crystal set up his nose that received radio signals from Rugby.

She also said that they had a Tesla powered Childs electric car what was built by my uncle that I drove round Merton in just before the lawyer that did in Tesla did in my uncle and butchered my face.

I put in a patent application for the thermonuclear reactor last Thursday but was told it would never be published or released as it was far too dangerous. Then the e-mail deleted itself.

They are used in British warships as the power unit I worked on them in 1973 in naval dockyard Portsmouth UK.

I went to the vine today and it has gone and the brand new false one put up about miles away and not on the river, the old one I think has been demolished it was on the far side of the walled garden where the roman formal garden was from where the the fake 17th century mansion put up last week with a lovely plastic stair case and pillars. The water foul reservation has gone the place has been vandalised.

From my knowledge of other national trust homes it is clear that none of them are as they were, the people patrolling were, members of the royal family and the national trust is clearly a royal property.

They smirks in an attempt to control their hideous laughter at their vandalism they are as bad as the Taliban.

They have also indicated that Goddard's farm was demolished yesterday as it was haunted, well the dead aliens buried there will not take that lying down.

The barn where the alleged flying saucer was hidden since 1666 or so was probably vaporised when it powered up and returned as the et recovery team arrived, I think that was in the last two days.

I was on my my way there but I cannot find it on my maps.

The aliens were buried in caskets 5 in the grounds near the homestead and one alien made it into the circular barn where their ship was hidden. He made it to the controls but was shot in the head by a royalist who was courageous to follow him on to this totally alien machine.

The lift that allowed the royalist in then closed because of a time-out and the brave young man in blue gold braided coat slowly starved and died.

They were both there when I peeked in in about 1950, the man was all skull and hair with his blue coat shining and the flint lock hand cannon lying on the floor in front of his head pointing slightly away from him a bit away from his feet. The craft was not powered up, so unprotected the alien died.

The lift detects people going close and opens then closes again. A light comes on.

Goddard was not killed by the royals but went on to write Gulliver's travels, that although was told strait about his travels in the galactic empire originally it was remodelled later into an allegorical story to make it more acceptable.

The war was over the alleged landing of a zeta saucer on my ancestor’s (Goddard) Farm. The royalists said it didn’t and the roundheads said it did. He wrote the original version of Gulliver’s travels. It is a story book about other planets one inhabited by goblins and stories about old aged goblins with sticks calling at the door for food and shelter, but it contains stories about several other planets and their flying machines – Goblins are people with four arms two legs and compound eyes (like a bee). I read the book as a child.

The original was an edition of 5 but I do not know if any survive, NASA might be interested if anyone has one.

The aliens were killed because they were "ugly" and had "no eyes". This is because they were animals superficially similar but with talons and compound eyes. The Talon is a "birds foot" which has significance in the supernatural. The aliens were easily killed by gunshot and also easily hypnotised.

Auntie Winnie was in hospital today she has had her frontal lobe destroyed, she told some fantastic flying saucer story about Uncle Arthur being taken up when a saucer landed in the tiny garden in South London in about 1950, uncle Arthur had his brains done in, and my face was butchered too.

He must have told of his adventures like our ancestor on Goddard’s farm did. And like all previous Goddard's including nanny, her brains got chopped.

They said she had a stroke that irritated the brain.

Oh well one more tragic life brought to and end.

The locals say the saucer in the round barn at the farm took of about a week ago after all those strange ugly men with no eyes and taloned arms and legs came back to life after 400 years when the saucer was refuelled with ten gallon cans of water put in the refuelling cap on top and powered up by a panel underneath that flipped out by a finger stall underneath. It was a strange black disc.

That is where the cavaliers and round heads trouble started in around 1666 and Charles I lost his head (sorry).

I think they blew the haunted farm up soon afterwards.

All for the same reason, all of them “knew” about the galactic empire, and about Hitler’s (a good bloke) landing on the moon in 1927, Mars in 1930 and now they have bases on Proximal Centuri (4 light years) using 'Tesla' powered space craft.

There are allegedly bases all over the moon, Mars and now bases in the proximal Centurii system.

The face on Mars is a human face wearing the cover inside the helmet and memorial the first German Astronaught, and is Hitler's mausoleum, Hitler's fine ideas were destroyed when he was shot and his brain destroyed in about 1930 and survivors of the hit squads managed to take enough people to the moon base and somehow they survived. Hitler is alleged to have died in 1953 in Salzburg, where he went after walking away from a fight and took up painting pictures and writing novels. He is alleged to have played no part in the war. I was told this when I was at school about 1954 in Düsseldorf, the situation then is where Jewish children thrown out by their families to save their lives were picked up by American jeeps in fear of being gassed in the jeeps like the Germans did, I recall I said it was American but when they started to close up, the Jewish kids were sick and ran out in fear of their lives . I ran over the border into east Berlin with German yob gang after me "British!, British!". The memorial went up in 1970 when I spoke to the Moon Base in 1969 at a British intercept station. They must have exhumed his body.

The craft they use is a discus shaped thing with artificial gravity and some not understood means of propulsion. I understand that Hitler's experiments were done with "Tesla powered flying dustbin lids" Uncle Arthur tried those too, they done his brain in.

This was Arthur's work before his operation after they cut off his frontal lobe he never produced anything. The Doctor (Housdon) who did the operation was criminally insane.

I do not know what socialism is, I follow Jesus.

Westerners, particularly the Brits will make you slaves, they do not know what freedom is, I think America is free but not any Briton is.

Lets make Britain a democracy!

This is from memory and so is unreliable.

Zeta Reticulum is a triple sun with allegedly three sets of orbiting planets.

There are alleged to be people “spider men” living there.

These are “men” with two legs four main arms two tiny ones under the skin lower down and compound eyes with three lesser eyes above and a pair of fine frilly antenna, my friends say I sometimes look like that. Four arms are about right for holding a tray and a cup and saucer at the same time.

I have been shown photographs of me looking like that and my neighbours are a bit nervous.

Don't hit me I'm only little!

And I’m not hoping for brain destruction as I will be an imbecile like mum.

The Family had a Christmas party in 1976: Arthur Mum, Grandma, Auntie and I were there.

Hi, I recall a conversation with my missing wife Edit. She indicated that she hated Christians and had machine-gunned them under orders of her dead commander Viktor, I said "Well I machine-gunned communists: are we any different?"

My Wife

Edit - such a pretty face hides a terrible secret you can see it in her eyes. May we be forgiven!

Do you know where she is? Is she still alive - the love of my life?

She then told me she was a fugitive from British Justice as she had done something terribly wrong here, she told me that she had asked a Police man for help because she had been molested and because he had told her to see a psychiatrists (she had spent years being injected in a psychiatric detention centre with no justice) she had shot him twice with the revolver she carried. She told me she thought she was safe from the British authorities in my home, so I asked her to leave fearing that I could become her next victim.

The Catholics had forcibly converted her to "Christianity" under the threat of a knife through her head and she spent years tied up naked in Britain training as a sex slave as punishment for being a communist.

I have no love of Christians either.

Chris.


Mum as she was in 1937	Mum as she was	Mum, some years later at 99, after her brain operation and failed insurrection in a care home.


Grandma Randall in 1964	My Graduation (B.Sc.) in 1969	Mum's Graduation (B.A.) in 1988

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