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December 03 Picking up the pieces....FROM STU:
There's been no word from Viv.
And the one thing I know about Viv is that if there was any news she’d be shouting about it and writing about it and blogging about it.
So I’ve spent the afternoon putting this together to try and help:
I realise now, what I’ve got here must be important, must be part of what’s been going on, to what Viv is – was – mixed up in.
I realise I didn’t help her enough.
I realise I owe it to her to try and understand more now.
I realise – just yesterday – I wrote that everything happens for a reason (my attempt to calm her down - god) and now I hate myself for writing it.
I realise they might come after me next.
Which means I might have to go quiet for a while.
What’s here on this blog is the evidence, that these things were done, that there are people out there and they’re deadly. It’s the evidence that Viv’s story was real.
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IF YOU'RE READING THIS...
VIV - IF YOU CAN GET SOME KIND OF MESSAGE TO ME - IF YOU ARE OUT THERE - GET IN TOUCH. QS
December 02 S.O.S - HELP PLEASE
FROM STU: This message is for anyone who knows Viv, anyone who may have news about her. I’ve been talking with her for a while now online. I’m a friend. I’m posting this phone message here urgently on her blog (guessed Viv’s password easily) because I have to know – because I NEED to know if anyone has any news of her.
I couldn’t take the call but now when I’ve tried her phone, there’s nothing, it’s not even working. I took the train to her flat as soon as I heard the call – it was locked, she’s not there, there’s no sign. I should’ve taken the call, I should’ve thought that she’d be listening to people other than me, I should’ve – I should’ve taken the call.
And she should never have been doing this on her own.
If you know anything, contact me please.
stuartpatrick@live.co.uk
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"Kirill Sent Me"?
One of the old guy’s messages has come through (loud and clear-ish). Not much time – all the info’s below. More later… V x
December 01 Time's Running Out...
Back in September when I was writing about the Large Hadron Collider and drinking masses of coffee and desperately trying to understand quantum physics, I felt totally lost. I’m used to 'cause-and-effect'. Every other story I’ve been involved with I’ve found a problem, I’ve dug up a scandal or an issue - and then I’ve set about finding the cause and exposing it. But with this current set of facts and the evidence I’ve got in front of me and here on the blog, I feel as lost as I was when Stu tried to explain quantum entanglement. I've watched these killings again and again but I still can't understand anything about them. These three scientists, working on environmental and cutting edge technology, were pioneers before... before they were killed. Other than their death, the fact that they worked for NOMI, this is what they shared. Knowledge. Were they killed for their knowledge? For their understanding? Understanding of what? Did they discover something that I'm close to aswell? If so, were they, like me, as completely in the dark about what that was until... until the end? Am I missing something? Do I already have the answer, the real story, right in front of me? Those of you who are writing with ideas, suggestions... thanks. It’s encouraging but… I’m still lost. Or (hopefully) temporarily stuck. Like the Large Hadron Collider which now won’t be cranking up again until June! People are in danger here. Unlike the Large Hadron Collider, I can’t wait until June to get my answers. The computer's kicking off again, something coming through, more thoughts soon --- V x
Sitting TightYes, let's meet Thursday. Yes, let's talk about what we should do next. Yes, I know I should probably be somewhere other than this flat But No. This is where I need to be because - and I don't know why - whoever's trying to get through to me is doing it here. (I know you can't - technically - hack into a TV, but whatever's happening in this place, it's happening in front of me. That's all the evidence, the science I need Stu). And if there's someone who knows something about this, I'm willing to sit tight, whatever the risk, and listen. V x
Who's Next?The weather’s getting colder. The heating’s on overdrive in the flat. I’ve got a story but I can’t join the pieces up. And I’m sitting here getting no closer. A morning of garbled messages on the computer, a load of contradictory ideas, phonecalls from Lindsey telling me to get out of here. If that guy (or guys?) come back? What will I do? I’ve put a big piece of wood by my desk – I’ve got this (probably stupid) idea that I’ll defend myself with it if anyone gets in here… Still, if the police won’t help and NOMI won’t answer any questions, then I have to carry on myself. Alone. Or nearly. Stu – it’s good that you’re on the case. Whoever was in my flat they were definitely the same people in the videos. You’ve proved that with your escapade last week. And you write: “And
why are they so conspicuous? Not bothering to conceal themselves? Or perhaps
the times we’ve seen them are just those moments when they’ve been seen – they
could have made plenty of appearances we don’t even know about.” True. And this is where I am stuck. For some reason these soldiers(?) – and whoever they are taking instruction from - are after certain people. So, yes, those I have evidence on are all scientists – who are linked only by having worked for NOMI at one stage or another – but who else is being targeted?
Me. I
know that much. So here I am, with a
piece of table-leg, trying to work out what to do next. V x
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.
V
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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.
V
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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
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