CHAPTER 12
 
Locked In
 
And They Beheaded John.

 
For anyone with no previous experience of entering a prison and
hearing the large, heavy and very powerful doors clang shut to lock
out freedom, foreboding must be tantamount.  I already knew that
feeling through police work, but now I was on the receiving end.
 
Dumfries Prison was built in 1863 to serve as a catchment area for the
South West of Scotland.  Previous to that we ‘the prisoners and the
socially unacceptable’ were sent to the Virginian plantations,
Jamaica, Barbados and more recently to help found Australia via Botany
Bay.  Seems to me they, the transported, are the ones who were getting
the chance to thrive!
 
The Prison is nothing special.  My ex brother-in-law Neil Whitelaw is
a prison officer there.  His mother-in-law’s ex neighbor, Police
Officer’s wife Rhona Simpson now Lawson, of Torthorwald, told him of a
fund where he could get money for old Masonic rope.  So he did, and
now he’s left with the results.  A house of ill repute and no respect.
 Rhona too, and her family.
 
Long corridors and locked doors lead to the female wing, where
prisoners are stripped and searched.  Showers - and remember I needed
one - are to the left.  Cells are barred and bare.  Warders are hard
and cold.  Meals are hard and cold too.  Metal trays and metal rolls…
and mince…and rice crispies…and potatoes and porridge oats.

The Governor came in the morning.  “Is all well now that you’re here”
he said.

“Well, was it?”.  Can he say? 
 
Phone cards had to be bought - prison issue.  Prison issue needs
money.  Money needs some.  Therefore none can = no calls.
  
Go back through the long corridors and locked doors to stand in line
before the officer’s glass fronted kiosk, to be watched, commented on,
and have every word recorded while the girls and a solicitor are
spoken to.  Privacy there isn’t, but the indignity surely is in the
‘screws’ full filling their pockets.  Does this equate?  Old age
pensioners, and others, are being banged up yet the keepers of the
keys are living on borrowed time and fancy cars.
 
Alien and strange are these people and alien and strange are their
reasons why.
 
Will I go with their flow?
 
I’m dammed if I will.
 
Then, of course, there are the fire officers too.  Marion Greed (oops
sorry, spelling mistake) Green could tell them.  Harry is his name. 
She was a neighbor.  Not a respected one but a neighbor.  They wanted
….a house and a car and a pony for their daughter and a field for it
to go in, and then a move to another house!  And they got it.  Uh hu.
 
A monotonous week was spent in these confines.  One, and then two
others, were in the female block and not a lot can be said although
this has to be put on record.  In the communal room, again where
conversations are recorded, it was clear through observation and
listening that the young woman was in spiritual and deteriorating
distress.  Over three days I made repeated requests for staff to get a
priest and for her to be allowed to talk to him.
 
“We’ll decide” were the female and shrugged replies.
 
They didn’t.
 
In anger I approached a visiting male officer who recognized urgency,
and within ten minutes a priest who was visiting the male wing, was in
the block.
 
Do I want to see him?  No, I don’t.
9 a.m., and before one can say ‘dagger’, I’m hauled out of bed minus
time to shower, teeth clean or hair brush to be sat before that ‘B’ of
Beelzebub’s, James McClellan Graham, 4 Blair Street, Dalbeattie, M.B.,
Ch.B, Registration Number from the General Medical Council in London
is 2328735.
 
Was it designed to be like that?
 
He sat across from me.  He said little, asked nothing and smiled.
 
“Oh no” said the bass.  “My report is predetermined!”
 
The bass is a fish.
 
And Graham begat Christie - Alexander Barlas Christie, 17 Corberry
Park, Dumfries, M.B., Ch.B., Registration Number from the General
Medical Council, London, is 0141246.
 
Ignorance always loves that which pays the bills - that’s a sod’s law
- and any programming expands to fill accessible empty space.  That’s
another.  Detectable aficionados where pompous ignorance sits
enthroned as welcomed pretension.
 
Future of their illusion?  Will be seen when accountability kicks in.
 
Their reports were pre-determined and based on false evidence.  As
magnets for male chauvinism they act as models.
 
He was in the interview room no more than ten minutes and from across
a table was finding the situation hugely amusing, in fact pleasurable.
 Not sharp is Christie.  Cold and calculated is his smile.  A beanpole
he is, arrogant and insolent, and very thin on the grey that matters. 
His moment of glory had come.   His congregation is Church of
Scotland, Maxwelltown West, Dumfries.
 
“Surely as a Christian you don’t go on like that” I said
 
“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that” he mocked and the madness
fested.  For a nanosecond I thought I might catch a glimpse of normal,
but no.  Deranged is not.
 
Funding, handshakes or both?  A job well done?  We’ll see.
 
Nasty bits of work.

Vulgar, horrendous, an absolute waste and very, very deliberate.
 
Back to court and released on bail.  A local solicitor was contacted
and, in the following month, many letters were sent to local and
national church professionals and others, in an attempt to get the
situation rectified.
 
For reference a letter from Belladonna Weatherall is but one example
by way of reply!  This letter is in Canada, in store, and states
‘Rosemary Whitelaw is a very sick person and requires to be kept under
control by drugs’.   The letter is handwritten on her headed notepaper
and is signed by her in what is becoming for them a very free hand.
 
What a diverse and devious people, and what grave mistakes they make.
 
Don’t rock the Masonic boat and gag the truth.
 
Again!
 
Presenting in court on 19 April 1994, at the end of the one-month bail
period, I was up before a local poodle haired, bigwig sheriff,
Campbell Blain Burns.  See Sheriff Court Dumfries records No. 94 0000
171 0, Police Case No. DD 50055/94 and Procurator Fiscal Ref.
DD/335/94.
 
Now hear ye this.
 
Recent enquiries via the Scottish Court Systems have revealed there is
no Sheriff Campbell Blain Burns.  A conversation with Sheriff Clerk
Peter J. McGonigle in Dumfries when I visited his office on 31 May
2001 revealed Burns was ‘brought in from the outside especially for
the case’.  How far outside?  The Law Directory of 1994 does not list
him and on 23 April 2001 Marian Key at the Scottish Courts Office in
Edinburgh wrote via email “I have no record of a Sheriff Burns”.  On
22 May 2003 Veronica Phillips of the Faculty of Advocates library in
Edinburgh wrote via email:  ‘I’m sorry but we have no record of any
member of Faculty named Campbell Blain Burns.’
 
Now here is why.
 
Professor Campbell Blain Burns, MA, LLB, PhD, was supposed to be a
temporary sheriff who was employed between 1978 and 1986 as Professor
of Law at Strathclyde University, Glasgow, Scotland.

In 1999 such was the public outcry re the use/misuse of temporary
sheriffs that the European Court of Human Rights deemed that they were
illegal, and these sheriffs ceased to sit in courts in November 1999. 
Convictions made manifest by them are to be regarded as unstable. 
Unfortunately due to the volume of such ‘instabilities’, the window
for examination of wrongful verdicts - or in this case set-up - was to
be confined to the period 20 May and 11 November 1999.

On 2 June 2003 after a long and drawn out effort and just before
publication of this book we finally got this reply to the direct
question:  ‘So to be absolutely clear.  Was Campbell Blain Burns
qualified to sit as a temporary sheriff in 1994?’

Answer from Denise Robertson, Records Officer of the Law Society
Scotland at lawscot.org.uk:  ‘No.  He did not hold a practicing
certificate in 1994.’

His is the name on the court order declaring me insane and his is the
family that is bankrolled by, and has to bear, that shame.
 
A recent conversation with a qualified solicitor, Yvonne McKerrell of
Andersons, Solicitors, Glasgow, has clarified that there will be no
allowance for such a case from 1994 being re-examined.
 
It was to be a hearing for official detention in a locked psychiatric
institution.  There would be no plea, no trial, no public admitted,
and no examination or hearing of the evidence.  Rats are vermin and
there seems to be an uncommon number in one small area.  A long term
and local Registered Firearm Dealer, and therefore a local Registered
Firearm Dealer who had to have authority signed by the local Police by
way of note, is a Gordon Pattie and that same Gordon Pattie, and his
father before him, leave much to be desired.  Much remains in public
records as to the nature of their activities and Masonic masters, with
criminal ‘misunderstandings’ are not really best versed to associate
with gun law provisos.
 
Anyway, back in court the outcome had been pre-determined.  Woman
Police Constable Jean Taylor, who had been assigned to be in court
specifically to escort me when the paperwork had been dealt with,
later verified this.
 
And nobody says ‘Boo’!  Not even the known officers in the court.
 
Unknown to them I was, and am, in possession of paperwork held by the
local legal establishment at that time.

I was officially insane and unfit to plead.  Kangaroo courts seemed to
have the upper hand.
 
Objection m’lud.
 
You did conspire.  Mr. Justice, Sir.

Verdict.  Guilty.
 
Yes.  But not me.
 
When the roll is called out way up yonder, Lord have mercy on them.
 
 
 



CHAPTER 13

The Crooked Pathway
 
Because Of Their Unbelief.
 
The Book of John: Chapter 10.

 
If I ever again have to meet with such arrogance, insolence, and
ignorance, then I’ll know better how to deal with it.
 
Graham was officially my retainer, or was it ‘retain her’ and his is
the paperwork that is being withheld despite repeated official
requests for it.  However, apparently their hospital records are kept
for a twenty-five year period for ‘research purposes’.  Unless they
‘go missing’ they should eventually be available for public
examination.
 
These people, Graham and Christie in part, show an excessive insolence
and need to be made to see there is much in this world which is
out-with their field of oh so often Freudian teachings.  Telling truth
does not equate with insanity and unfortunately for many in their
god-like delusions they are destroying not only physical bodies but
spiritual ones also.  I intend to further tell the truth and show the
realities of the lure of their ever changing theories re, and
experiments on, the human body.  This will be done in a further
publication.
 
Christie and Graham; your time has come!
 
Christie can be likened to the original Automated Telling Machine and
well out of order.  Junk in = regurgitated junk out and brass plate
round brass neck would read: ‘Dominated and disorientated by weak
impulses.  Gone haywire.’  Trouble is - who’s paying?
 
A bore to boot.
 
Existentially speaking, off course.
 
Graham:  A gutless and truncated little gremlin of a person and a
transparent conduit for funnel visioned desperado efforts for
‘disobedience to the cause’.  With malnourished Alpha waves, and
cocooned in a subsequent inferiority complex, his gross return for
grievous bodily harm and greasy palms requires reference to the Gospel
truths.
 
For Information:
 
Christie’s daughter Elspeth is the same age as my eldest daughter, and
they were friends at school.  I was often asked by the Christies -
both were doctors and both worked - to look after Elspeth after school
hours, until such times as one or the other could pick her up i.e.
until they finished work.  He often did and was often, as such, in our
home.
 
He had no complaints about that.
 
I am, and remain, that same person.  Does that = insanity or does that
just show him up further as the person he is?
 
‘Psyche’ means soul.
 
Psychoanalysis, Christie and Graham, means re-orientation of one’s
philosophy of life and is necessary to avoid the onset or recurrence
of psychiatric disorders.   I would point out to them that Freudian
challenges to moral and spiritual ethics and theology, need to be
re-examined by them in the light of knowledge about Christian ethics
and morality.

I would also point out to them that ‘psychology’ as studied in
colleges and universities currently has very little to do with the
mind and I would say very little to do with the soul or spirit.

Bear in mind folks the maze of the mind and the false paths that
beguile, and may they be encouraged to keep going until they find that
way of Truth - that Cross, such loss of life with dignity, and life
regained.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
CHAPTER 14

Sanity versus Vanity
 
Consider Him
who endured such opposition from sinful men,
so that you will not grow weary
and lose heart.
 
Hebrews 12:3

 
Since its opening in 1839 and via the Scottish Lunacy Act of 1857 The
Crichton Royal Institution in Dumfries has been a place for the
‘mentally afflicted’.  One of the original Testamentary Trustees was
the 8th Baronet of Applegirth, Sir Alexander Jardine, 1879-89, from
whom is descended Sir Alexander Maule Jardine the 12th Baronet and of
this book.
 
In a 34-hectare/85 acres parkland the Institution has, since January
2000 and after key developments been described as an ‘impressive
estate of bespoke business properties’ and as annexed is part of a
combined university and college campus.  Dumfries and Galloway Council
purchased it for that redevelopment in 1995.
 
There is little in that descriptive destructuring of a destructive
habitat to pitch the reader head long into its long and often fearful
history.  Since these humble and questionably well-intentioned
beginnings the ‘Crichton’ has held long and heartfelt cries.

Thirty-two years ago police work had taken me into those buildings on
many occasions, and it was with fear and loathing and horror that I
bore witness.  Locked away from society’s eyes, but not society’s
conscience, wits too infirm to take the strain of existence lingered
in the nightmare of that atrocious place.  Mine would too.  Like them
I need sustenance, and daily.
 
Barbaric are the treatments in that asylum.  Lobotomies, padded cells,
straight jackets.  Persistent vegetative states; experiments and
theories.  Fleeting glimpses echo bedlam.  Deeds reflecting hell’s
bedeviled mirrors.  Wards, walls, walks; trolleys, theatres, bodies,
gowns. Move in visual shock as conveyors belt in along and out pain
tipped into not so hidden archives keeping silent only as long as they
are allowed to.  Hell is a long way down.

Morag Williams of the Kirkton Kirmahoe Dumfries Church of Scotland
congregation is their local National Health Service archivist. 
Repeated emails to her husband have failed to elicit a response re
obtaining a good head and shoulders photo of her however the ‘Williams
Family Homepage’ on www.freespace.virgin.net can be easily accessed.

She is circled on the photo in this book showing that congregation of
17 March 1987.
 
Monumental and cavernous is Mochrum ward.  For a long time it
accommodated long-term female ‘patients’.  Barred windows and devoid
of humanity, mouthpiece for the voiceless but not the faceless, it is
now being used as a ‘Call Center’.  Call it most certainly does and
heartrending are the screams.
 
“Tell them, please.  Tell them what they’ve done.”
 
“Let The Light in.  For God’s sake, let The Light in.”
 
“It’s only her.  It’s only Jeannie!”
 
“I wanted to get married too.”
 
“Get me out.  Tell them Rosemary.  Tell them.  We are created in
Christ.  Christ is Lord.”
 
“I’m ruined Rosemary.  Tell them.”
 
“I had a baby out of wedlock.  They’ve locked me away.  That’s my
crime.  I didn’t deserve this.”
 
“I don’t know what I’ve done.”
 
Naked, cold, raw, shambled.  Brutal.  Laughter extinguished.
Desolation.
Broken and pleading, still the cry.
 
“Tell them” they say.  “Tell them.”
 
Nice setting though!
 
It was into that institution that I was pitched and tossed in June
1994.
 
Being detained involuntarily in an – initially – locked
ward has allowed me to see much, and the details will not be allowed
to sabotage the work of God that is going on within me.  Just keep me
going Lord and help me run this race with endurance.
 
The regime shifts every eight hours.  God forsaking and awful is that
place.
 
“I’m human.  Tell them.  I didn’t need to be locked away”.  These are
the words that were said.  He’s old, he’s pale, he’s thin, and he’s
holding sanity with difficulty.
 
“He’s going to talk.  Get the drugs.  Put him out”.  Ready hands reach
for them.  Must be close to their teatime.

“He’s going to say there’s a Devil.  Keep him under”.  In another
place he’d be a fine pastor.  Must be a delusion!
 
“Get them zapped and limbo’d and if they dare to raise their heads zap
them again.”
 
Applied to us all.
 
“Inject Lithium.  Make them shake and rattle”.  
 
“They’re ruining me Rosemary, ruining me”.
 
If they want, hit them.  In a prone and vulnerable position fists
ladled into him.  He was in his bed, harming no one, and the attack
was unprovoked.  I know.  I was there in the doorway and I bear
witness.  Insanity’s venting rage.

In the indignity of odd clothes or none, old ladies’ tardive
dyskinesia replaces relaxability.
 
Cure?
 
No.  In the father’s name and in the father’s calling, incarceration.
 
Now charge them “What they know of You”.
 
At no time during a whole year was therapy involved for any of the
people on that ward and sensory deprivation was rampant.  Until I
started shouting not one book was available.  Not even The Bible. 
Smoking was rife, cigarettes were handed out and the television was
either in a smoke filled room, for the majority, or unusable in the
larger room that sat apart.  Discussions with several of the men and
women made it clear they too know the Truth, and were being detained
and condemned and/or mocked for it.  The regiment had clothes to buy
and bills to pay.  It was neither interested in, nor qualified, to
listen with understanding.  They showed no inkling of emotion and went
about their mercenary and daily chores of injecting, electrifying and
pill shoving with ease.
 
I’m not persuaded.
 
Atheistic Freud and his cult, as the basis laid for these mongrel
teachings and atrocities, cannot be commended.  Nor can the inertia of
the general public, which allows for them.
 
Hence the term ‘to suffer from mental illness, disorder or dis-ease’
and i.e. not to become well or whole.
 
Freud’s presuppositions are atheist, as are those of his cult. 
Spiritual life is ruled out, as is the journey of the soul.  In the
conscious, unconscious, and subconscious he exaggerates the primacy of
sex in human behavior and it is negative in the extreme i.e. to suffer
from.
 
As human beings we always have reasons for being as we are and
individuality is allowed for by You.  Making effort and taking time is
very often all that is required to listen and help and it is
interesting to add that in different cultures and in different arenas
care is in the community where attention is paid to detail, and people
are cared for with joy and gratitude and wonder.  We all have much to
learn from each other.

Never once in that horrible and dastardly Crichton Royal Institution,
where gross wrong is paraded a non-right, did I see this happen.
 
Pass the fags! 
 
Pass the buck!
 
Pass the dope!
 
Block the Better.
 
Do anything but take an interest or do anything right!
 
In 2000 the United Kingdom antidepressant drug market was valued at
$606 million making it the second highest in the world, and 22 million
antidepressant prescriptions were written.  Is it any wonder in the
new, ever expanding and strategically marketed dependency culture that
is designed to keep us in the dark?  It is a known and published fact
that dollar driven pharmaceutical and medical communities control
powerfully what is marketed as ‘cure’ and that freebies are given very
often as incentives, via pharmaceutical company sales representatives,
to medical professionals to adhere to drug company propaganda.  I have
no doubt whatsoever that freebies are taking precedence over what
should be the Hippocratical oath and that commercial
exploitation/greed is a major player.  There are very very different
philosophical orientations to be taken into account and natural
therapies are not least.
 
So:  
 
Psychosis here we come.
 
Incidentally I don’t smoke.  At least I didn’t before being there.  I
now know, via definitive proof provided by a WHO report of 19.6.02,
that being unable to escape from other peoples is carcinogenic and a
silent killer too.
 
Clumsy, revolting and botched.  What a mess.  What a dis-grace and
what a sin.
 
We are made in the image of God and psyche means ‘soul’.  Soul means
that which is given by God at the time of conception, and is a pattern
of inter-relatedness that integrates the many parts and processes into
a functioning whole.  It is a substantial form in the context of
spiritual and immortal.  Psychiatry is therefore by definition the
treatment of soul dis-eases (uneases), and Volvo car’d and fogbound
desert island British psychiatrists acting for sustainable yields, are
soul doctors.
 
Eh????
 
Now why can’t my mind work round this?
 
Incidentally by this time I was now paranoid schizophrenic!   Schizo
means rent, divide, split, fragment, cleave, phren means mind and ia
means pertaining to.  By definition therefore I was of a broken mind
and with undue and intense feelings of persecution.  Not quite so. 
The word combination was coined by Freud and is not understood by
many.  Least of all it would appear by psychiatrists looking for a
ready label.
 
That label remains.
 
It is incompatible with right teaching.  Don’t tell the truth and
don’t have the evidence to prove it.  This is Britain!
 
One year, one body, one tin-god and one awful hole.
 
You are schizophrenic therefore:
 
We will hold you – by force – face down on a bed and
inject large and oily doses of strong anti-psychotic drugs and major
tranquillizers:
 
Droperidol     Depixol     Clopenthixol     Zuclo Thiothixene    Zuclo
penthixol decanoate     Diazepam and others.
 
You will not be allowed a whimper.  No human rights and no say so. 
And no comeback!  Our lives are in their hands.
 
They have decreed.
 
I didn’t have human rights.  I can’t physically fight against six-foot
plus males or women with intent in their eyes and syringes in their
hands.
 
Especially when being shackled.
 
But I can make sure that the world knows about it.

Drastic Parkinsonian effects soon set in and my physical body took one
hell of a beating.
 
My daughters were visiting as often as was possible and were clearly
trying to cope.  They were being tutored by staff not to become
involved ‘with or by my delusions’.  One was also told that
schizophrenia can be hereditary.  Two young women setting out in their
own lives and they have to contend with that!  This is not in any way
to make light of what others have to contend with in their own lives.
 
There will be no fine sounding arguments involved.  You are right.
They are wrong.
 
 
 
 


 
 
  
CHAPTER 15
 
No Surrender
 
Consider it pure joy,
my brothers,
whenever you face trials of many kinds.
 
James 1:2

 
While maintaining standards of truth, honesty and decency I won’t give
up, shut up, let up, back away or be still, until I have prayed up,
and paid up, in the name and cause of Christ.  There will be no
compromise.
 
They’re hoping that, by stonewalling, we’ll get discouraged and give
up.  I won’t, and my spiritual antenna is now so well tuned that I can
echolocate Freemasonry from a distance of thirty meters.
 
There will be no retreat, no regrets and no surrender.
 
Why all their rage, lies, threats, trouble, cheats, slanders and
spite, and why, when John MacInnes Boyd, CBE, QPM (both awarded in
1989), CIMgt, was Her Majesty’s Chief Inspector of Constabulary for
Scotland, does he refer to Section 33 of the Police (Scotland) Act
1967 when he says ‘I am required to visit and inquire into any matter
concerning or relating to the operation of a police force.  An
Inspection gauges the police force as a whole, the efficiency with
which it provides a service to the public, and the way it is
structured, organized and managed.’  In the 1995 report in 1:5 of the
Introduction he quotes:  ‘It is important to remind the reader,
particularly the lay reader, that not everything examined during an
inspection is reported.  Many aspects are found to be entirely
satisfactory and in accordance with Her Majesty’s Inspectorate aims.’
 
John MacInnes Boyd was the Chief Constable of Dumfries and Galloway
Police in 1987 and has since then been ‘moved on up’ to a salary in
excess of £121,000 plus expenses and rent allowances, and hence
his continuing Curriculum Vitae.  His inspections are entirely in
keeping with his ‘Inspectorate’ aims.
 
He also quotes from the same section 1.1 of the above Police
(Scotland) Act 1967, ‘Consequently value for money questions arise and
the police force’s financial affairs form an important element of the
examination.’
 
Affairs financial?
 
His Lay Inspector of Constabulary on 1 May 1995 was The Very Reverend
Graham Forbes MA, BD, Provost of St. Mary’s Episcopalian Cathedral in
Edinburgh.  As shall be seen these names interconnect.
 
Why also do the local Chief Constables hide, in their Annual Dumfries
and Galloway Police Reports, the realities when they deliver the
Community Promise that:  ‘We aim to deliver the highest standard of
policing reflecting our commitment to work with, care for and protect
the community.’  From whom?  In their section on crime they promise to
‘target key crimes and criminals and use information and intelligence
to tackle existing and emerging crime patterns.’
 
To recap:
 
Using organized crime as the primary provider, and working with the
assurance that the flawed and highly compromised legislative
framework, operated by the British and Masonic law enforcement
agencies, will hide with increasing demand, cash for no questions for
the ‘gimme gimme see food’ industry, collaborative management, and a
supporting cast of selfish and clerical inebriates are sucking the
nutrient rich bounty of life from very babes.  Internalized
tolerance/inertia/direct protection/allowance from the locusts
operandi = Masonic harvest = allowance for them to live outside laws! 
Fishing gear hooks and concentrates the processing of the ‘s’quids in’
prohibited-by-law catch and fraudulent documentation, resale and
rearrangement of essential quotas leaves Mason (hic!) paper trails in
the public domain.  Being seduced by, and maintaining, that organized
crime, and the economic and sociological orientations in that
unremarkable United Kingdom ego system and region, will be forever to
their cost.  Harvest = Day of Judgment = accountability.
 
License, nil.
 
‘Days of Elijah’ touches on only a fraction of that biomass.  I’m sure
that deceptively charming and full of guile Sheriff Principal Gordon
Nicholson of Lothian and Borders, and Procurator Fiscal James
MacDougall of Dumfries could enlarge on that…  So too of course could,
to name but a few, senior police officers McDavid; William, McCulloch;
Stuart and Latimer; Douglas.
 
It is a matter of note that in the early/mid nineteen seventies police
in Scotland were, for the first time, allowed to buy and move into
their own homes after a ten year period.  Previous to that they
remained in ‘tied’ police houses until just before the time of their
retirement.  After the mid seventies the time was lowered again with
the result that very young police constables were able to move into
their own homes.  It remains in the public domain and as a matter of
public concern that very few of these young constables or their wives
have had time or access to being financially secure enough to set up
these homes.  As a test case we shall take the details of former
police constable McDavid: William and his wife Anne (nee Veitch).  As
was to be seen the sudden change in the house buying procedures was to
be ‘flushing them out’, and many others like them.
 
The McDavids were close neighbors of mine during the time I/we stayed
in a police house on the outskirts of Dumfries.  Neither worked - and
I am sure that many of his ex officers will verify that his
contribution to the force was little - both smoked heavily and they
had three young sons to bring up (in common with many others).  Often
were the times we were told by his wife that William was ‘going to
make it’ i.e. move up the ranks in the police force.  Often were the
times I had to wonder why.  Now it seems we are to be made aware of
how.
 
Prior to going to Dumfries Police, William McDavid worked in a bank in
Glasgow.  He had been told in advance he was ‘going to make it’ i.e.
through the ranks, and basically all he had to do was wait his time! 
He’s not the only one.  It was going to be arranged.
 
In 1974 my husband and I moved to our first family home the deposit
for which was saved through hard work and budgeting.  I think we were
either the first or the second so to move.  Nothing ulterior was
involved.  We picked a home that was old and substantial but which
required much work to be done.  No problem for those who enjoy doing
so.
 
In about 1975 there was a fairly rapid movement of officers who wanted
to be doing the same but without the work, or saving, involved.
 
The McDavids moved into a large and fairly substantial semi detached
house in Lover’s Walk.  Now not only had they not worked for or saved
a penny towards deposits or expenses, the house was to be fitted with
new furniture also.  The details are now in the public arena and it is
right that they, the McDavids and their ilk, should not be seduced
into thinking that they shouldn’t be.
 
In the Chief Constables Report for Dumfries and Galloway Police of
1995-96, that same William McDavid was named as the Superintendent in
charge of Support Services.  As part of his duties he is responsible
for ‘Quality of Service reviews and Complaints and Discipline
administrative functions!’
 
William McDavid’s predetermined ‘arrangement’ was that he would move
through the police ranks, and salaries, and he has. Dumfries Police
have officially refused to confirm when he retired but in 2002 a Chief
Superintendent’s salary was £59,823 plus allowances, uniform and
expenses.  Database Systems e.g. www.incomesdata.co.uk carry salary
information and can be checked by anyone.

McDavid had a strong penchant for wandering with a pile of papers in
his hands and doing little else.  Let’s just say there is no way
Masonic funding is going to be given or given to that extent without
the ‘pay back’ time, which in some cases can mean paperwork being
signed or provided with no questions asked.   An ex colleague of his,
Douglas McMurdo of Central Scotland Police, did likewise and his is
the name that signed the consent for the gun license form for Thomas
Hamilton which permitted the massacre in Dunblane on 13th March 1996
of sixteen young children and their teacher, with another 12 wounded. 
See for instance the revelatory and beautifully written book entitled
‘Dunblane, Never Forget’ by Dr. Mick North whose young daughter Sophie
was among the children killed.
 
McMurdo also is Masonic and closely affiliated to Dumfries police and
to his long time friend there, Douglas Latimer who retired with the
rank of Chief Superintendent.  Since Latimer’s retiral he is the ‘Unit
Administrator’ for the Crichton Royal Institution and his name figures
on paperwork pertaining to me.  There is the possibility that he is
also in charge of the local Masonic ‘treasury’.
 
All these names have been known to me as constables and there are
many, many police ranks more to be added as required.


 
See below for consolidated information covering the period December
1999 - October 2000.
 
DATE: 12 May 2000-05-10
For the www via Deja.com – Human Rights.
 
Presently in transit but based temporarily in Edinburgh and the South
Coast of England.
An update:  For information and for the common good.
 
Professional Negligence and the Gross and Vindictive Mishandling of a
Case Involving Me by Named Individuals within MI5 and MI6, and the
ongoing repercussions of it*
 
Elijah
Elisha
Eliza
 
Involved under the above heading* are Civil Liberty and Human Rights
abuses, Professional and Medical Negligence (two Chief Constables and
three Doctors - all named), Restitution of Funds (probably one million
pounds plus) which were dishonestly appropriated, Personal Injury, and
Libel. Compensation for loss of earnings, loss of family home, loss of
pension rights and education and work opportunities are also involved
and should amount to, in total, in excess of two million pounds.
 
This will be put to right use!

This should be a matter of public and worldwide concern. As a fairly
high profile case - there is now of necessity a raised worldwide
awareness of it - the individuals involved are named and the evidence
provided in detail to prove the case.

All that remains at this stage, and it has been ongoing for some time,
is accountability to the law i.e. Yours, after which point other
challenges can be met. Nothing further will be met until that
accountability is forthcoming!
The details have been recorded in chronological order, and the names
and addresses of those involved have already, to a large extent, been
made public. Further details will be given at a later stage in the
book entitled ‘Days of Elijah’.
 
At least two dozen solicitors and four Queen’s Counsels in the London,
Edinburgh and Glasgow areas, have been approached and have rejected
involvement. Some have not even had the courtesy to reply. Perhaps
official policy is involved!
 
That is their loss.
 
The British legal systems are not always necessarily lawful ones as
indeed examination of this case reveals.
 
The problem is that this time this has been brought to light!
 
It is right that the public should be aware of the criminality which
exists within worldwide Masonic lodges, and of the Masonic situation
before, during and after the year of 1987, in the Moffat and Dumfries
areas of Scotland (and thereafter nationally).  It is right that they
should be aware of the concentrated 1987 movement of the property
markets in that area, and the reasons for it. They should also be
aware of how easily pandered to, and catered for, is the Masonic
fraternity by those within the British police and legal systems who
are employed - and paid - to uphold/withhold law and order!
 
What price the ordinary men and women - and we are many - in the
street?
 
They don’t stand a chance.
 
By the Grace of God, I will continue to tell the truth.
 
It is correct to recognize that the paperwork pertaining to a trust
fund left to me is not in my hands - however individuals known to me
who have had access to details of it are:
 
1.      James Pagan, Loreburn Park, Dumfries, Retired Lecturer in  
Mathematics, Dumfries and Galloway College of Technology, Dumfries.
2.      John Chinnock, Retired Lecturer in Biology, College as above.
3.      John Frances Lyon, Seabank Cottage, Rockcliffe, Kirkcudbright.
4.      Several relatives of the above John Lyon who come under the heading
of the Duncan family of Kirkton, Kirkmahoe, Dumfries e.g. Sir Walter
Duncan, Sir Andrew Duncan etc. All had interests in the financial
aspects of this fund.
 
In common with others these names are now going public via this
website.
 
Further details and full understanding are available at any time from
this site and via the above email address.
 
Thank you for your time.
 
In Christ,
(Signed).
 
Names of some of those involved which have gone public:
See Appendix B.
 
The reference book ‘Who’s Who’ of 1987 reveals much and it’s
interesting to see ‘who’s who’ when it comes to accountability to the
laws of their land.
 
In the event of there being any misunderstanding let me make this
clear: I am not, have never been, and will never be, involved with or
within the British Secret Services.  I have seen too much to ever be
impressed with, or fooled by, anything to do with them.

  
Related Information: As a Matter of Public Concern. 
 
19 December 1999
C/o Passage Day Centre,
Carlisle Place,
Nr. Westminster Cathedral,
Victoria,
London.
 
Dear Sir,
 
It is a matter of concern that the enclosed duplicated material was
originally posted to you via the public Post Office in the Houses of
Parliament, London. Attached is a list of others to whom the
information was sent and who have apparently not received the
information.
 
1.      Mr. T. Blair, Prime Minister - the only one who seems to have
received the material and it was logged by his office as having been
received on 26.11.99.
2.      Mr. Alex. Salmond, S.N.P.
3.      Mr. William Hague, Conservative Party.
4.      Mr. Charles Kennedy, Liberal Party.
The above four envelopes were personally addressed by me and sent
(stamped) via the internal mail system!
 
5.      The Editors of the following newspapers:
Guardian
Observer
Times
Independent
Scotsman
Daily Record - Glasgow
Daily Mail – London
Daily Express – London
 
6.      A copy was also sent to Mr. Max Clifford, Publicist, for his
information.
 
These 13 envelopes were taken by me to Westminster. They were SCREENED
and STAMPED with the St. Stephen's security stamp by the police
officers on duty at the entrance to Parliament. They were thereafter
stamped at the public Post Office counter with first class stamps, and
the first four mentioned were handed to the lady behind the counter
for the internal mail system. The remaining nine were posted in one
batch in the public mailbox at the left-hand side of the counter, and
it was noted that there is mail uplift every hour. I assume all of
this was caught on the internal monitoring screens.
 
I was under the impression that this would be a safe, and perfectly
valid way, of ensuring delivery of these letters at a time when I was
in London anyway.
 
It may well be that there is a valid explanation for the apparent
non-delivery of twelve letters, posted in this way, and on that date -
25 or 26 November 1999.
 
What can it be?
 
As from 20 December 1999 the enclosed information* will be available
for public viewing via the Internet, and it is right that it should
be.
 
For the common good - QUESTION, QUESTION and keep QUESTIONING!
 
Yours sincerely,
 
(Signed).
 
Presently N.F.A. (No fixed abode). 
Further details are available from me.
 
 
Note: 12 May 2000

*This pertains to the names referred to in Appendix B, in the
preceding document, and contained details of the nature of their
activities. Along with other details it has been retained for further
reference.
 
Extract from the Book Synopsis entitled ‘Days of Elijah’ by Eliza
Earsman,
presently held by a U.S. Publisher. (This contained a summary of the
details of the case to date and ended);
 
‘All for telling the truth and having the evidence to prove it!
 
This has been a very deliberate and concentrated attempt to have me
‘put under’ by the British S.S. and Masonic elements – for their
own sins, their own ends, and the father of them.
 
The clear-cut message there is never say 'no' or God help you. 
 
And He does.
 
When will they ever learn?’
 
Extract from Report of 1987 of Her Majesty’s Chief Inspector of
Constabulary for Scotland, Alexander Morrison Esq. CVO, and QPM. 
Copies obtainable from HMSO Bookshop, 71 Lothian Road, Edinburgh,
Scotland, EH3 9AZ:

Section 54. To maintain the emphasis on high profile and preventative
policing is due in no small measure to sensible handling of difficult
situations!  Achieving force objectives - widespread scrutiny of
routine policies and procedures and regular evaluation of stated
objectives and priorities are indicative of the efforts…for money.

Section 69. The care and custody of prisoners within police stations
are factors which are closely scrutinized during Inspectorate visits,
particularly in regard to force instructions relating to the recording
of injuries and illness, medical provisions and visits to prisoners in
cells.
 
Section 73. The opening address for the Secretary of State’s Crime
Prevention Committee seminar in the Scottish Police College in March
1987 was delivered by Mr. Ian Lang, Minister for Industry and Home
Affairs at the Scottish Office.  Ian Lang’s political election
campaign for Member of Parliament for Galloway in was run by John
Frances Lyon already mentioned and his brother-in-law James
Wilson-Walker both at that time of the same address of Whiteside,
Kirkgunzeon, near Dumfries.  It must surely be gratifying for them all
to attend such gatherings.

Section 93.  Dumfries and Galloway recorded slight decreases in
recorded crime in 1987 while all other Scottish forces recorded
increase!

Section 190. Sheriff Gordon Nicholson Q.C. of the Scottish Law
Commission, on 15 October 1987 at the Lothian and Borders Police
Headquarters in Edinburgh, gave the

James Smart Lecture.  See the same Sheriff, now Principal, Gordon
Nicholson mentioned earlier and formerly of Moniaive, Dumfriesshire. 
The theme of the lecture was ‘The Law’s Response to Modern
Technology’.

Crimes of dishonesty in Dumfries and Galloway retained the same
percentage recorded ‘clearing up’ of 31% for the years of 1985 1986
and 1987.  Impossible.  The ‘Scotsman@ broadsheet newspaper of 21 June
2002 had an article on ‘Police Fiddle of Crime Statistics’.  That same
newspaper editor was given information on police and Law Society
activities years ago.

ACPO means the Association of Chief Police Officers.  The have a Crime
Committee.
Relevant: 
Hell-hole System 
Benefits 
None*
 
Extracted from experience: 
Sleeping around and lying low: 
Homelessness in grim, grey Britain.
 
Areas covered:  London (streets, shop doorways, hostels, squalid
night-shelters and cold-weather shelters), South Coast of England
(Dover to Bournemouth), Canterbury, Winchester, Glasgow, Dundee, and
Edinburgh.  Also two British Emmaus communities for the homeless.
 
Lessons learned:
 
I have no intention of touching in detail the position of a homeless
person in Britain.  I could but I won’t.  It is dirty, disgusting,
degrading and unnecessary, and I am not prepared to glamorize anything
involved.  Decent people have been met - and I’ve found more humanity
on the streets than I have in the churches - and decent people will be
remembered.  That is all that needs to be said.
 
There is much too much going on which requires HRT - Homily based
Replacement Therapy.
 
*Definitions
 
Hell-hole = an unattractive place. The British war zone.  Could be
construed as being the vastly overcrowded little island and its awful
levels of spiritual and environmental pollution.
 
Forget the floodlit buildings.  Forget the tourist trail.  This is
London.  Dirt, decay, dirty hovels which are being passed as hostels
for the homeless, public money being poured into them at one end and
poured out at the other, charitable hearts (oops - businesses!) which
for many are "print your own money time" with the homeless, and I am
this one, being used as the facilitating machines.
 
Forget medals: the men on the streets don't have much use for them. 
Forget Queen and country.  Look to King and Country.
 
Forget expensive survival training courses.  Hand out cardboard and
let them to get on with it!
 
System = interrelated, interdependent, interacting, methodical and
coordinated.  Designed and engineered to exploit, repress and restrict
individuals =  the British Benefits System which unarguably, by
predetermined and poor use of headgear intention, has a designated
problem to waylay every sensible answer.  If anyone wants to argue let
them try them for themselves!
 
Benefits = to do well.  Something which improves/beneficial.  Oh yeah?
 
None = Literally.  No one.  Zero  Zilch  Nothing.
 
In the fission of the nuclear family and crumbling societal
structures, and in the downwardly spiraling growing medium, national
enforcement batons are being passed and the bigger picture is
emerging.  ‘People processing’ is reminiscent of Jewish World War II. 
Remember what happened there!
 
The alarm call was raised years ago and significant are the
implications and loss.  Cumulative and spiritual are the effects in
the food chain.
 
Gone?
 
Too far.
 
So, what qualifies me to raise my head?

Experience.
 
There is of necessity a raised worldwide public awareness of my
situation in Britain.  Much has been made of the subject of The George
Cross and for information I attach the following:
 
The George Cross - A military and civilian decoration - Instituted in
1940 by King George V1.

Clarification on the subject of the George Cross in the context of its
award to myself (no home though!) as has been the questionable intent
of some in Britain:
I recognize the office of the George Cross and the intention of some
to have it recognized as being awarded to men and women for 'acts of
great heroism performed in circumstances other than battle'.
 
I also recognize that in this land and all others there are many who
on an everyday basis are worthy of such recognition.  The daily
struggle for many is awe-inspiring, and battling adversity is for many
a heroic feat.
 
Where are their medals?
 
In no way could heroics be applicable in my case.  I rely entirely on
God and on His constant and ever giving Presence.  Without His help I
would not be here this day and it would be wrong of me to pretend
otherwise.  I look to the wooden Cross and I look constantly with joy
and thanksgiving.
 
My Savior died for me.
 
He had, nor was He given, medals.
 
Why would I?

 
Summary:
 
I have no intention of accepting, as right, anything I have met in the
last year and indeed much of what has been seen for several years
before that.
 
I do not want a metal I want a life.  Life is for living and there is
no way I or many others are going to get that chance by going under
with Britain.
 
I will be moving, soon we pray, to pastures new.
 
The existing, and I mean existing, conditions are not enough.







CHAPTER 16

Live Free
 
Do not be overcome by evil,
But overcome evil
With good.
 
Romans 12:21

 
I am who I am.
 
Do you know that stardust makes people?  Just wondered.  I was a
bleary eyed and sleepy youngster when my mother told me that.  My eyes
are open now and she’s right.  Sleepy is good but wide-awake is
better.  East of Eden, life is precious and, firmly grounded and
centered in You, I can think of no better place to be.
 
I’ve learned a lot in the last few years and the only thing that would
surprise me now would be to find an honest man.  On the flip side
however:  just as the oyster is irritated by a grain of sand to
produce a fine pearl so too, in the face of the consistent irritation
caused by the British blot on the planet trying to put paid to what is
being called for, and has been determined by You, does the result have
a good effect on me.  Not what they would have planned but the truth
nonetheless.  As in the granular ever-changing sands of time I trust
they will come to see how relatively small and insignificant they, and
we, all are.

The conflict is gentler now.  Good.  The spark that fell on that 1987
year by the Keswick/Jardine-Mathieson dry stubble is not bright.  It
has been long lasting and the conflagration far reaching but by sheer
hard work and effort dowsed is being the fire.

It has to be said that beauty is skin deep. Their ugliness goes to the
bone.

Hollywood’s route - Los Angeles, to the ‘big screen’ - from Holywood
Dumfries’ Keswicks/Weatherall, is now.

You provide and sustain us Lord, You are our life, our intercessor and
advocate, You are our peace, our strength and our joy.   Only by grace
have we come this far, and a growing and greater dependence on You is
being learned.

May Your Holy Spirit guide us and may You equip us to travel life’s
longing with dignity and faith.  May simplicity be our forte and
homeliness and candidness too.
 
We love You Lord, be at our side.
 
Dear Holy Mary, be our sustenance, comfort, strength and guide.
 
Lead Lord, not always in the path of ease and comfort, but under the
stress and spur of change and challenge help us grow.  Keep us in Your
Word and keep us close to You.
 
We thank you for the friends who will sharpen and stretch us, and
recognize clearly that it is always easiest to do what is right when
we know ahead of time what we stand for.
 
May we walk with the wise and go where people are to work among them. 
 
May we always put experience to right use, increase learning, and
enjoy the beauty of creation and the joy of solitude.
 
Remind us Lord of what You have lifted us from, and may we be able to
extend that same help to others.
 
May we ever be ordinary, and secure in our place in Thee.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
CHAPTER 17

I Need More

Blessed are those who wash their robes,
that they may have the right to the tree of life
and may go through the gates into the city.
Outside are the dogs,
those who practice magic arts,
the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters
and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this testimony
for the churches.
I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.
Revelations 22: 14-16
There is no going back in life.
One can stagnate and wither
But all of those who have the choice
Can try to work together,

For all that’s right before Dear God
And firmly centered there
We can progress through Christ Our Lord
And live, and work, through prayer.

 
What I have met in recent years is decisive.

Britain is a dry, thirsty and disorientated land.  Pre 1987 was bad
enough and how much more so, as a result of its conscientious
rejection of You.  Church leaders in their lemming like abilities to
be led, and to lead, by false doctrines - Masonic, MI5 and others -
have allowed this to grow by what can only be likened to the yeast of
the Pharisees.  Adrift and without responsible stewardship, the flocks
are being cheated.  In the land that thinks it is unaccountable
spiritual amblyopia is the weakest link.

Desertification is literal and almost complete and to be commended are
the ones who will break that chain.

I need more.

Justice will be done and however obstructive the strategies are from
behind closed, locked and firmly bolted doors You will not be made as
a fool, and no plan of Yours will be thwarted.

In the midst of these contrary winds I won’t waste time, or emotional
energy, in reciprocation but I will stand firm and maintain the
written record.  There will be no recriminations; neither will there
be d’alliance with, or reliance on, the country allowing and thereby
choosing for it.  The consequences will be God-given and people who
deny, and defy You, delude themselves and others and backslapping,
handshaking and an audacious fraudulent nomination for the Nobel Peace
Prize in 1987/88 is not going to rectify that.

At first glance this writing may appear as unedifying.  It is not
meant to be.  If it disturbs false brethren, and comfort zones, then
the reader must ask why.  The Church in Britain is but a very small
part of the one holy, catholic (universal) and apostolic church,
referred to in the Nicene Creed, and You as Our Savior are Head.

Your Kingdom come.  The harvest is large and the laborers are few.

It is unfortunate that attention has to be drawn to the details of
those who have opposed You, but it has to be remembered that all it
takes for evil to triumph is for people to stand and stare, and/or
actively participate.  Nazi Germany proved that and how very easily
the British can become involved in, and for, enemy attacks.

Britain has no excuse, nor should it attempt to present one.  The time
in 1987 was foretold, and proud and vainglorious efforts to make a
name for themselves, by Johnstones and Jardines - as the starting
point for the evil involved - should not be allowed to cloud that
issue.  Every effort has been made by the growing numbers involved to
deny responsibility and to deny, and calculatedly defy,
accountability.  At this late stage I can have no sympathy for them. 
They have had no qualms about trying to leave behind what would have
had a shattering effect on innocent lives, and from its starting point
in the Church of Scotland the church has been turned into a den of
thieves.  Not once has there even been an attempt at an apology.  I
refuse to be intimidated by people who set out to rob You, and they
cannot plead ignorance - as the grim reapers - of the consequences.

I have no doubt that, in the future, You will provide for a worldwide
revival and a church re-formation.  That day cannot be too distant and
must surely be preceded by a temple cleansing.

I look forward to moving on.
 
There will be no compromise, and no return to Britain.  Under Your
Guidance the ‘pull’ factors are there, and the ‘push’ ones are being
left behind.  Clean and rich are the seas of life’s wild living and
this ex-native is restless.  Today’s experience is tomorrow’s wisdom,
and I can soon be persuaded to zoom in on pastures new.  I am now
learning much about the publishing world and more about gifts that
build up the church.
 
I need more by way of Your intensity and relationship.
Responsibilities may vary.  Good.  New capacities may be learned. 
Excellent.  Dire straits may be met.  No matter.  Try and fail?  Okay
- fail better.

I ask You, Our Lord in Heaven, for that fresh anointing.

May Our Savior Jesus bless and keep you all.  

(Signed:  ELIZA EARSMAN)


And the second is like it.
Love your neighbor as yourselves.
Matthew 22:39