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November 30 StrangersI just realised Stu, you've been to my (ransacked) flat, you've tried to help me, we've been talking on these blogs for months now,
... but if you passed me in the street, I still wouldn't know it was you.
We should try and meet - somewhere safe, somewhere soon.
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Talk To Me!Whoever it was, whoever you are, whoever warned me about NOMI.
If you're reading this, get in touch again.
Tell me what you know.
I'm waiting by the computer.
I'm waiting.
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November 28 Home Sweet Home'Someone’s had a right party.'
Not my words, the words of the cheerful locksmith and carpenter who I spent two hours with this morning repairing the door to my flat. Not the landlord, not the neighbours, and clearly not Terry with his hammer and key collection, not one of them seems concerned that my flat has been turned upside down.
This flat… where nothing works, where I’ve had threatening packages delivered, where I’ve barely slept, has hardly ever been “Home Sweet Home” but now I don’t feel like spending any more time here.
But there’s no choice at the moment.
Because this is also the place where that guy, that voice got through to me. Appearing through that static-y mess, that guy – intentionally or not - may have saved me… from something worse than having my flat smashed up.
I didn’t see NOMI and I’m staying well clear now. Because I don’t know whether my unwanted house-guests were connected with that or not? Or are these visitors the very thing that NOMI wanted to talk to me about?
And it’s fine Stu, that you took the stuff, the papers, the thing is the printer’s been spewing out gobbledegook and pages of numbers for weeks now. And I make a daily trip to the recycling bin with it all. Yes, if there were papers that look important – or mean anything to you - then hang on to them.
So now here I am trying with a few moments on the computer while it’s working, the phone is just scrambled again and
- here we go -
the printer’s kicking off again as I write, more babble on its way. The power button makes absolutely no difference. It just keeps coming…
... but I can't understand, just like the garbled phone calls, I can't understand anything anymore.
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November 27 No White Flag!I made this video last night at Lindsey’s. Queen of the sofa bed, Lindsey stopped herself from, quite reasonably saying “told you so” (she’s warned me about getting involved in all this – naturally I’ve ignored her) and let me hold up at hers for the night. I feel tired. And scared. But also now, really confident. If these people (whoever they are?!) are after me now, then I know I’m onto something REAL. V
Warning VoicesOK. HEALTH WARNING: I’m writing this because I can't sleep. But it’s important to get this down. I’m used to the fact that my computer, my phone, my television are in constant chaos - it’s been a daily fight to get any of them to work for weeks now. Posting examples of the problems here on the blog has led to some interesting ideas about the cause but no real answers. Tuesday evening though, before my planned visit to NOMI the next day, I got more than the normal interference. I was being shouted at, on my laptop, suddenly and out of nowhere. Like being hacked by someone’s webcam or something, this voice was just coming at me… I suppose the way someone calls at you when you’re driving away in a car, already heading off in the distance. (I’m totally sober. Sleep deprived, yes. But sane. When it happened. And now when writing this). Because I know it sounds weird (let’s also add scary and terrifying to weird while we’re at it) but that’s the only way I can think of it. Am I being stalked again? A computer cross-wire or something? I don’t know. I still don’t. And I wasn’t thinking about it, it only lasted about a minute as a voice, an old face… and then… The word NOMI. No mistake. The voice, the guy said NOMI. The voice of… - Someone
here, someone who’s reading the blogs, knew I was going, wanted to scare me?? But more and more it felt like this person - an old face it seemed, an older guy - meant this message for me. It’s hard to explain but that one minute or so - when my computer was out of control - left me with such a strange feeling. The way he spoke, so insistently, so urgently... and although I was already on the way to NOMI, intending to go, I suddenly heard that voice again in my head and turned back. So
HEALTH WARNING aside, what I do know is that on the same day I was meant to see
NOMI, you found someone looking for me in my flat Stu (thank you again) and all
of this has to be connected and I don’t know how… But whoever the old man, he knows something I don't. If he's out to scare me, to help, to make my life hell, I don't know. But I wish he'd crash my laptop again. V
November 26 A Very Near MissI’ve just seen this posted by Stu: My flat! My flat trashed and whoever did it… still in there. Still there with Stu – because, he’s right, if you look at 25 seconds the eyes are unmistakable. They’re the same eyes that belonged to the people, or whatever they were, who took Jurian Verhoven. I was angry with you Stu, but then I’ve been all over the place the last couple of weeks. Forget what I said, what I wrote. I’m glad you’re blogging again and I read your entry: “you seem like you’re on your own and… look, this isn’t just me feeling bad, I want to help here, I didn’t meet you because I didn’t want to get involved, with you and this whole story…but now, now I do.“ And so thanks, thanks for checking up on me. But I’m fine. I wasn’t there. Thank god, I wasn’t. I had this strange feeling, I was on my way to NOMI and then something made me stop, abandon the whole idea. Something that happened last night and I don’t quite understand it yet. But no more time now, writing this from an internet café while trying to find somewhere to stay. Don’t really fancy the flat tonight. V
November 21 NOMI Boardroom wipe-out?So I got the password for the NOMI website – to the people who had managed to find their way in before me… thanks for sharing. It looks like all the complete chain of emails about me are there – more than I’d been sent myself. About to read them properly now. There’s a memo too – and not just a standard ‘he will be missed’ for the ex CEO Gregory Boyle. There’s a kind of wall of silence around his departure… For those who are helping out here, you can read more here by entering this password on the login page UserName: nomi715 It’s hard to say exactly when the memo was issued… But it looks as though something else is going on right now at the highest levels of NOMI. Because now I see it’s not just Gregory Boyle, having been paid-off, who’s been taken off the website. The management pages are now completely blank – there’s obviously been some kind of cull…
“Our management structure is currently being reviewed” – what does that mean in the corporate world? A boardroom massacre? Hopefully Edward Dean, who I’ve been invited to see, is still in his job… because if the company’s in serious trouble, I want to find out about their involvement with Verhoven, Peterson, Cunningham and others I probably don’t even know about yet… I need to know where they are in all this before, at this rate, the company vanishes all together. No sign of anything in the house working properly. Ever again. No sign of sleep. V x
November 20 NOMI website - how can I log in??Just seen KK Sweety's comment below after my 'Talking to Nomi' posting. She's managed to get on to the staff section / log in area of the NOMI website. How did you do it KK? Can you post the password and username if you have it? Does anyone else out there know how you get in? Would be really helpful to know before I see them next week.... Talking to MyselfSo. Off to NOMI on Wednesday to talk with Edward Dean. One of the people mentioned in the emails I was sent… he’s clearly been charged with doing a hearts and minds exercise on me. I took the opportunity, when my computer was working briefly, to begin warming up for my meeting. I ended up getting a bit sidetracked… …but since none of my friends want to support me in this, I have to talk to myself at the moment. And, in the middle of this mess (I don’t even know who to believe or trust anymore – and Stu, that includes you!) I still do make sense to myself. Just.
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Talking to Nomi
My phone’s ringing non-stop at the moment. Only problem is half the time, when I answer it, no one’s there. The other half, it’s just noise and screeching. Just once in a while there’s an actual human being on the other end. Usually when I can’t get to the phone. As with this message…which was definitely worth waiting for: So time to get prepared… V x
November 18 Nothing WorksI was already awake when my TV went crazy again in the middle of the night: I was awake writing down all the stuff that was spinning round my head. It’s supposed to help with insomnia. I can see now, though my eyes feel like they’re bleeding with tiredness, that I had already done quite a lot of scribbling before the box went mad:
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November 14 “We need to talk about this”And they obviously are - talking. About me. This isn’t paranoia, and apologies if earlier posts today might have given the impression that I’ve been bending that way – or just bending away from sanity in general - the last few days. No, I’ve obviously worried NOMI. Although they won’t talk TO me, they’re obviously talking ABOUT me. Quite a lot. I’ve got a series of messages, from a worker inside the company, that have just been emailed to me. No message with them, the sender obviously doesn’t want their ID known, and of course they could be one of the names in the chain. It’s only one page of what’s obviously a bigger conversation, and there’s something to do with Boyle at the end too, that’s where it cuts off.
But what’s clear, even from one page, is that NOMI definitely aren’t very happy about what I’m writing here on this blog. Good. Time to find out why. V x
SorryStu, if you’re reading this then I’m asking you to get back in touch. I’m not sorry for going after this story. But I am sorry I got you involved. V
Drawing BloodOk, being on your own does funny things to the mind. Add a generous helping of sleep deprivation into the mix, stir with plenty of confusion. And season with a little nagging feeling… that you may just be blundering around in the dark a bit. Maybe more than a little feeling. Someone obviously thinks I’m nosing where I shouldn’t. Those photos prove it. I’ve got disappearances that the police won’t take seriously and I can’t walk away from this, I’m responsible – and I mean I’m still scratching at the surface of something here… I just can’t seem to draw blood on this story. Stu – if I said stuff in that last video, if I went off on a bit of a rant, then ignore it. I’m sure you weren’t creeping around after me, I’m not actually saying you took the pictures
But I don’t understand why you’ve stopped communicating. No email from you. You’ve not posted on your blog. I checked. And, I don’t know, it’s yet another question I don’t have the answer to. You know what’s going on here, so:
I don’t want the first time I see what you actually look like to be when you’re the next person I watch being abducted. V x
November 13 Scare Tactics
Spent all of yesterday fighting with my printer, my computer and everything else in my flat that seems to have become plagued with gremlins. By late last night, when I made this video I was not in the best of moods... In just over 24 hours I've been abandoned by a so-called friend, been stalked, and been threatened (perhaps all by the same person?). I needed to get some stuff off my chest:
And whoever wants to frighten me with these photos... it doesn't make me feel scared, just more determined:
The complete set are in my photo album here too. V
November 11 Where were you??What happened Stu? Was there a problem on the train? I’ve called the number you e-d me but you’re not picking up. And it’s up to you, if you changed your mind, that’s fine. Just let me know. It’s only that we had an arrangement and… at the moment, when people don’t show up where they say they will, I start to get worried. V
November 10 Time to Meet?
Stu, you wrote: “I really think we should consider going back to the police – that’s what they’re there for. And if these kidnappers are serious it might be the safest option.” I’ve tried that route already. The whole issue is I can’t get anyone – other than the people here on the blog (ex – and massively childish – BFs excepted) and you, of course, to listen. But thank you, the science info is great – it would be even better in person. I need someone, like you, yes Breakfast Machine and all, to help me make sense of this. If I can’t get any kind of business head on this – NOMI, and now their former CEO, are both getting me nowhere – then we may have more luck attacking this from a science point of view instead…? That’s when you put your hand up. So. How about meeting in one of the cafes near Goodge Street tube. 11am. I’ll text you a name tomorrow. Here’s the info you need:
I know you think I’m a bull terrier – but I promise not to bite. Come on, Stu, we can’t spend our entire time typing to each other… and if this is something to do with science then don’t you owe it to these people to get involved here? V x
Imaginary Friends?Still inside, still wondering what to do next about all this. If there’s any friends out there who can help, don’t lurk, don’t hide away, I don’t need me-time now, I need me-with-lots-of-other-people who can make me feel less confused and – OK, I don’t know, scared – time.Stu? If we could talk through this and make some sense of it I’ll happily buy you all the tomato soup you want. Stu? What do you say? Stu? Say yes.
Imaginary Enemies?I went to the front door last night. Not for the view. I definitely didn’t rent this place for the view. Just like I didn’t rent this place – I know now – to relax or rest in. Not when the heating, the phone, the laptop, the TV, nothing, nothing works for me anymore. It works for itself, does whatever it wants. It’s like someone is trying to get in. I know, I can’t explain really. And, yes, there was no one outside, unless you count the usual drunks doing figure-of-eights or the straggling commuters. So there were people there, but what I really mean is there was no one THERE. For me. No one watching. Yeah, yeah, if people are watching you they don’t sit on a bench reading a newspaper with eyeholes in it, but still…I can’t stop thinking. Unless Gregory Boyle is out there, trying to get another meeting with me. NOMI have wasted no time, I see in removing their former CEO from their website. Before he offered to meet with me: After he offered (and failed) to meet with me:
So I’m inside writing this, trying to make connections between these attacks I’m watching over and over when my computer will let me, and thinking of that poor man. It’s been weeks since Verhoven walked through that carpark, weeks since I left a message on his phone. And all the time he was already dead. Or dying. Share It
November 07 Verhoven’s Last Movements
Now I know for sure. This isn’t my imagination on overdrive. Here’s what happened to Verhoven, on a USB, delivered through my door. It’s happened and it’s real. Share It
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