by Trowibridge H. Ford
The Swedish Experience
When I arrived in Sweden on Halloween, 1996, I had little idea of what was wrong with me, and why, only concern there was something fatally wrong with me, and it might result in death at any time.
In retrospect, I am still quite surprised that I even made it, given all the stress involved in selling the villa, arranging the move, and getting my dog and two cats properly tested for rabies so that they could enter Sweden. House sales are never easy in Portugal, given all the official red-tape, and trouble working with agents who are not that proficient in English. While it was a lovely place, it was not in an area where buyers were expected to pay big money. It took nearly six months to sell it. Moving companies in Portugal are notorious for their corruption, but it is easier to move out of the country than into it, as overseas movers, especially here in Sweden, are fairly reliable. The biggest problem was getting the animals properly tested, and the results made available in reasonable time. In my case, the vet misreported the results of one of the cats, resulting in him being lost in the process, as he had to stay in Portugal after I left, and soon was never seen again. The other cat's authorization was too slow in coming too, but she ultimately made it here by air freight.
The delay had me in fits, especially when I learned on the eve of leaving that I couldn't because of the unexpected immigration problem with the first cat - what had me yelling desparately over the telephone in the post office in San Martinho - what even its postmaster took notice of - to my girlfriend in Sweden: "I think I am going to kill myself!" While the comments must have been most welcome to any eavesdroppers listening in, the delay seems to have turned out in my benefit, as it forced me to stay with a friend for ten days to try to sort matters out - what had me eating with her when we went out for dinner, a companion which reduced, it seems, any further poisoning wherever we ate. As a result, I had no attacks during my last days in Portugal, and during the marathon three-day drive from its Silver Coast to Stockholm, a drive of about 2,200 miles. If I had had an attack on route, I believe that it would resulted in my demise.
During one of the last meetings I had before departure with the owner of the Supatra restaurant in Caldas da Rainha, Jose Flour, I started to become suspicious about his role in the process, especially when he assured me that the Portuguese intelligence service was not taping my phone, his providing banquets for Ambassador Elizabeth Bagley and local Portuguese notables worried about the status of Social Security payments to citizens who had returned home after having worked in America, and he turned up his nose when I showed him the Joäo Macdonald article in the June 27, 1996 issue of Já about my theory regarding the JFK assassination, making me wonder why he wanted to so disassociate himself from it. Since I knew nothing of the special hostile issue of Probe, and did not appreciate the hostile character of Joäo Macdonald's effort in Já, I considered Flour's negative attitude towards his efforts uncalled for rather than a convenient way of giving himself an alibi for what was happening to me.
It was only when the attacks - three of the most serious nature, one having me go to the hospital in Danderyd by ambulance after falling into unconsciousness in the summer of 1997 - continued in Sweden without my consuming any more suspicious food that I began to suspect not only him but others who were trying to kill me, coming up with the following list ultimately: President Clinton, Chief of Staff and former chief of the Office of Management and Budget Leon Panetta, National Security Adviser Anthony Lake, one of his assistants and later DDCI George Tenet, American Ambassador to Portugal Elizabeth Bagley, and CIA resident there Michael Thomas. These officials were able through backdoor channels to find out what was wrong with the Agency or the Presidency, and get what was necessary done of a covert nature to reduce them, whether it meant the Agency eliminating someone who was troubling it, and/or the White House in a complementary or leading way. My case, I believe, fell into both camps, thanks to my continuing pursuit of the Agency's cowboys, especially William King Harvey and his followers, in covert operations, and my questioning of Clinton and his closest associates about how they were using the White House, reminiscent of how it operated during Watergate.
For more about this, see these links:
http://codshit.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-an...n-saved_18.html
http://codshit.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-an...nton-saved.html
The process started in my case after DCI James Woolsey had resigned in December 1994 after covering up the worst of the Rick Ames scandal by making the most of the necessary murder of the potential damaging Freddie Woodruff if there was any trial by personally bringing his body back from Georgia, and ignoring the murder of security guard Tina Ricca at the new NRO headquaters. The Agency loss by the cooperating Georgians seemed to make up for what its double agents in the USSR had suffered in the Palme fiasco. The process continued during the attempted confirmation of Air Force General Mike Carns as the new DCI, and behind the back of the new DCI, John Deutch, when he was finally confirmed. It was OMB director Panetta who dogged Woolsey so much behind the scenes about Ames's treachery that the Agency was obliged finally to disclose it - what created the outrage in the ranks to do whatever else was necessary. Deutch made it sound like the Agency would replace the Pentagon as the world's leading policeman, making settling for the status quo an easy solution.
About the out-of-control agency which only the President could fix, Tim Weiner wrote in Legacy of Ashes. The History of the CIA: "The president delegated all of that to George Tenet, whom he brought to the White House as the National Security Council's staff director for intelligence." (p. 516) Little wonder that when Tenet got involved in managing the details of its silencing operations, especially troublemakers like attorney Paul Wicher who died on the toilet like I nearly did several times, former Clinton security chief Jerry Luther Parks who was gunned down for helping drive Clinton's private lawyer Vince Foster to suicide, and alleged Olof Palme assassin Viktor Gunnarsson - what was done so cleverly that the mother of an alleged girlfriend, Mrs. White, had to be killed too to keep matters from simply getting worse - whose innocence might well be proven during the proseuction of Ames, Tenet's suggestion that the Agency should be "blown up" - what Weiner conveniently interpreted to mean "a rebuilding from the ground up" (p. 516) - was just a bit of trade craft to keep the real secrets secret - like what he and Senator Boren were doing when they thought that they had the 9/11 highjackers under control.
For more, see this link:http://codshit.blogspot.com/2004//04/more-confessions-about-americas-plot.html
Tenet even made a virtue out of its criminality by complaining successfully that there was too much openness about its operations when he was finally confirmed as DCI - an allusion to all the double agents who had been disposed of while the planned non-nuclear conclusion to the Cold War was going, fortunately, down the drain. My recollection of the whole process is best recalled when I had a letter, complaining about some assassination that the Agency had apparently done, returned with it unopened, it seems, with an official stamp on the envelope, stating that no such addressee as the Central Intelligence Agency existed in Langley, Virginia!
I was in Sweden a few years, just finally finishing my biography of Lord Chancellor Brougham, before I started sprouting out into new areas, and the unsolved Olof Palme assassination was an obvious target of investigation, much like the most unsatisfactory explanation of the JFK one. I first started writing letters to Stig Edqvist's Palme Group investigating the Stockholm assassination on February 28, 1986 in the hope that they could give an international perspective to this shooting. While the first ones were so elementary that his group just considered me another know-it-all Yank, hoping to collect the 50,000,000 swedish crown reward, I soon discovered the apparent assassin, Captain Simon Hayward - operations officer of the 14 Intelligence Company's South Detachment in Northern Ireland at the time - while he was doing a reassessment of Palme's bodyguards for former SAS Major David Walker's security firm, KMS, ltd., at the time. How I arrived at this conclusion was by reading most carefully Hayward's autobiography Under Fire: My Own Story (modelled after chief conspirator Oliver North's Under Fire: An American Story), Father Raymond Murray's The SAS in Ireland, Anatoily Golitsyn's New Lies For Old; and Chris Mosey's Cruel Awakening: Sweden and the Killing of Olof Palme in both English and Swedish.
Soon, I was trying to get reporters in the Swedish media, like Bo Andersson, political editor of Dagens Nyheter, its reporter Anders Hellberg, Peter Carlberg of Svenska Dagbladet, and Lars Borgnäs of the Swedish TV program Striptease, interested in my ideas that the Palme assassassination was to trigger an Anglo-American, 'false flag', non-nuclear showdown with the Soviets - what didn't succeed because the spying by Ames, the Bureau's Robert Hanssen, Jonathan Pollard and others allowed the Soviets to take counter measures which stopped the planned surprise in its tracks. For all my trouble - lending books, making telephone calls, providing correspondence and articles of various sorts - all I received from Andersson was a suggestion that I consult freelance reporter Olle Alsén about my research, and a warming that it I kept it up, I might well get myself killed! Still I posted my claims about the Palme assassination conspiracy on codshit.com on June 22, 2004, and a similar version, along with one about why Viktor Gunnarson was killed too, on Jerre's Thinktank in Germany somehwhat later.
By this time, unbeknownst to me, Jonathan Vankin, co-author with John Whalen of The 60 Greatest Conspiracies of All Time, published part of an interview he had had with me in 1989 when I was still living in the States, working for The Ridgefield (Conn.) Press as sports editor. Vankin had thanked me in the book's acknowledgements for my help (p.xvii), but had steered clear of my specific claims about the Dallas conspiracy - only stating that Harvey, Helms and Rosselli were thick as thieves when Attorney General Robert Kennedy tried to stop their plots against Castro ( p. 18), perhaps because Whalen did not go along with them and those of others. It must have been a surprise to Washington's covert operators in 1999 when he republished the article, "Where Were You When They Had the Coup?", he had posted on conspire.com in 1991 on the Conspiracy Theory Research List in 1999. The most important thing in the article - what completely ruined Jim DiEugenio's and Macdonald's attempts to rehabilitate Nixon - was my contention that the former President's continual reference to the Bay of Pigs fiasco was really a euphemism for the one in Dallas, and the claims about how many witnesses of the crime had died.
For more, see this link: http://www.mail-archive.com/ctrl@listserv...m/msg30701.html
The article did not result in any new problems for me as I had not written it, and had no means of taking advantage of it. It was only after the 9/11 attacks that I seriously got involved in writing articles about it, and other covert operations, becoming an associate editor of Mark Ian Birdsall 's Eye Spy! magazine. My first serious efforts appeared in Issue Eight: the main double-article, "The Prelude: US Intelligence - 11 September 2001," and "Mind-Control Experiments and The Deadliest Secret of the Cold War: Manchurian Candidates." The former showed that the attacks were a massive CIA cockup - what was intended to result in the convenient arrests of the hijackers to provide a pretext for regime change in Afghanistan, and the latter showed that the Agency's use of brain.washing went way beyond the experimental stage, discussing its use with Lee Harvey Oswald, James Earl Bay, Sirhan Sirhan, and Arthur Bremer in America's most infamous assassinations. Then, in a later issue, I had an article about the FBI's John O'Neill, the counterterrorist who could have prevented the 9/11 attacks if he had not been sidelined by a revenge-seeking CIA. Before I could do more damage, though, I fell out with editor Birdsall over payments for what I had done, and already had more in the pipeline for future issues.
Of course, the Agency had far too much on its plate to do anything about what I was doing. It started appearing on sites like cryptome.org, informationclearinghouse.info, and Nikki Lindqvist's site. The anonymous ones on John Young's site concerned what Captain Hayward had done, and become, thanks to what 'Steak Knife' apparently aka Padraig Wilson had done, and become, plus mug shots to help establish the situation. The concluding article of the series, "The Secret Government, How It Led to Politcal Suicide of Thatcher," appeared on Information Clearing House on November 29, 2003. Lindqvist posted then my article, "Unsolved Palme Assassination Led to Murder of Foreign Minister Anna Lindh" which claimed that it was just another assassination by an apparent lone assassin which seemed to have been done by Meir Dagan's Mossad, and worked to Israel's benefit, like that of Adu Nidal in Baghdad in the leadup to Saddam's ouster. Covert governments, not individuals, were responsible for a vast majority of political killings
When I was contacted by Alsén about the assassination of Palme, he essentially said that they both were the work of domestic loners, though he had made all kinds of claims about who did the Stockholm one before. These conversations got me to arrange a meeting with Palme's former foreign secretary Lennart Bodström who was sacked before the assassination for discounting claims of Soviet violation of Swedish waters, and whose son Thomas was then Sweden's Minister of Justice, hoping that he would help establish Washington and London really being behind the killing. Bodström would not hear of it, apparently quite satisfied that the statsminister had really gotten what he deserved. The only benefit from our meeting was that he backed up Ola Tunander's tenative and unpublished claims in a draft article that the South Africans had arranged it - what Alsén not only supplied me with a copy of but also a draft of Tunander's The Secret War Against Sweden: Deception and Political Control which was originally published in England by Frank Cass, Ltd., and ultimately in Sweden in a much more restricted, less alarming way as Hårsfjärden: Det Hemliga Ubåtskriget Mot Sverige.
In reading carefully Tunander's draft article about the Palme assassination, there were other possibilities about who assassinated the statsminister, as its title, "The Murder on the Occident Express" indicated - an allusion to Agatha Christie's novel, The Murder on the Orient Express, another story where there were too many likely suspects for the crime to apparently come up with any satisfactory solution. The most likely explanation, though the least explored one, was that the Anglo-Americans had somehow done it, and the other possibilities - the Kurds, the Croatian separatist Miro Baresic, Swedish neo-Nazis like Viktor Gunnarsson, Saddam's Iraq, domestic nuts like Christer Pettersson, and European stay-behind-forces in case of a Soviet attack - were just there to make solving the crime all the harder to achieve. By having so many agents involved in the crime, providing all kinds of evidence, often contradictory, it will probably never be solved as just too many operators have been dirtied in the whole process.
Tunander then illustrated the problem by talking about the two warnings that Jovan von Birchan aka Ivan Romanov had informed Swedish military intelligence (SSI) agent Joel Haukka of before the Stockholm assassination - what was contained in his SSI report, "Samtal med Jovan von Birchan 4 april 1986". To give greater authenticity to the warnings, Tunander added a parallel offer to criminal Kenneth Neilberg - what was standard CIA tradecraft when doing such operations so that they could never be exposed. Since von Birchan was the only important witness to the assassination readily available, I made arrangements through Leif Erlingsson for the three of us to meet at the Shanghai restaurant on Sveavägen. After a cordial lunch, and a few exchanges of telephone calls, it became obvious that the biggest bone of contention between us was over his alleged meeting with Charles Morgan apparently aka Felipe Vidal, and what they meant - i. e., did they give the Agency a real alibi for Palme's murder or was it just more parallel confusion making.
The next time we met for lunch, von Birchan provided me with a just published copy of Jan Bondeson's Blood on the Snow: The Killing of Olof Palme - what not only trashed Alsén's work on the assassination (pp. 161-2, 170 pp.) - what would discredit any claims I made, based upon his work, but more importantly, those of von Biirchan too. In a chapter entitled, "Red Herrings", he dismissed his warnings as just disinformation by a wanabee, looking for large sums, and out to get the Agency. "The reason the CIA was trying to kill Palme," Bondeson claimed absurdly, and without any reference, "was that a secret organization headed by Henry Kissinger and Caspar Weinberger wanted to prevent him from being elected secretary-general of the United Nations." (p. 76) While the police were most interested in the red herring at the time since von Birchan allegedly knew assassin, Gunnarsson, who pretended to be a CIA agent, it was ultimately disregarded. "Other people described the Yugoslav as a swindler and habitual liar, however, and the elusive Charles Morgan was never tracked down." (ibid.)
In doing so, Bondeson never made mention of Haukka's report in which he said that despite von Birchan's problems, "...the way he tells the story seems credible." Von Birchan met Morgan in Rhodesia in 1973 when he was working for the Parker and Smith families as a bodyguard. Later, Morgan was in Libya - working with former CIA agent Edwin Wilson, a close friend of its assassination leader Ted Shackley, and a courier for International Telegraph and Telephone (ITT), training its terrorists and security forces, and later in Honduras training Contras. When the police searched Gunnarsson's apartment a week after the assassination, a telephone number to "Charles ITT" was found. Von Birichan did know Gunnarsson. The difficulty of finding Charles Morgan was not because he didn't exist, but because the police never seriously looked. For example, as Peter Dale Scott and Jonathan Marshall have written in Cocaine Politics: Drugs, Armies and the CIA in Central America, Vidal aka "Morgan" was deeply involved in Contra operations. (p. 17ff.)
More revealing was how Bondeson attempted to cover up my work on the assassination in this fashion: "One theory says that president George H. W. Bush ordered Palme killed, as a result of his meddling in the arms supply to the Middle East, and that the murder was performed by a CIA hit squad led by colonel Oliver North." (p. 171) Bondeson supplied no reference for this claim, but I can only assume that it is a garbled version of my own claims - not Anders Leopold's, as Bondeson immediately added how absurd they were too. Bush was vice president when Palme was assassinated, and he did not, it seems, order it. North ordered it, and got Reagan to go along with his plans - what he arranged with Navy Secretary John Lehman, Jr. and his Cambridge University friend, former SAS Major David Walker and his KMS, Ltd. security firm. Bush didn't not know of the diversion of the HAWK missile shipment on November 17, 1985 which triggered Palme's killing. Then North arranged for a KMS bodyguard
reassessment team, led apparently by Captain Simon Hayward, to do the assassination when his bodyguards appeared nowhere in sight in Stockholm on the fatal night.
The bona fides of von Birchan took on a new importance after cryptome posted my article at the end of January 2007 about Christopher Andrew being the West's leading spin doctor, especially what I said about NATO's Able Archer Exercise, and former KGB CFD Vladimir Kryuchkov's response to it. Until then, almost all my articles about various pieces of the Palme puzzle - articles on Hayward, North, Lehman, Anatoliy Golitsyn and the assassination itself had only appeared on codshit.com - what most people falsely claimed was my own blog - but now they appeared to be taken more seriously by a more reputable source, and something had to be done about me. The first attempt was to get me to sign up to Peter Bryant's tempting offer of $21,320,000, plus interest, for just agreeing to being related to a person who had a very similar nane. "I guarantee that this will be executed under a legitimate background," the manager of one of London's leading finance houses wrote in a personal e-mail to me on January 26, 2007, "that will protect you from any breach of the law." It almost sounded like a rewording of the offers that Charles Morgan had made to von Birchan to kill Palme.
Then Samuel Rosenfeld, a former Force Research Unit operator in Northern Ireland, took great offence about what I had recently written about his anti-republican activities in the province back in the 1990s, and anit-Muslim activities in East London, threatening to sue me, and providing three maps of where I lived in case some fellow operator wanted to do something more about it - what resulted in John Young posting our exchanges on cryptome.org. Rosenfeld's threats were ones that I did not take seriously, and nothing ever came of them.
Fortunately, I was in contact then with a high official of Sweden's national police, the Rikskriminalpolisen, Magnus Törner, and sent him copies of these threats, and more - what he ultimately e-mailed me that he had sent on to its investigation section.
When these threats did not achieve the desired result, the securocrats, apparently Swedish and American ones, made them most lethal, especially after I started a series of articles on the increasingly dangerous failures of MI6 Director Sir John Scarlett, the second one concerning the Palme fiasco. Then von Birchan, the person most responsible for the problem, was obliged to solve them. To get me on board, he said that he had arranged with some, unnamed foreign government to publish a volume of my recent articles, and wondered if I was interested. Of course, I was, and I put together a floppy disc of them. Then we arranged for the disc to be transferred at his safehouse on Hersenrudsvägen in Lidingö after I picked him up at the Tunnelbanen station at Ropsten. It all seemed a bit silly, too cloak and daggerish for me, but I went along with it because of what it seemed to offer.
Once we got to the safehouse, it became even spookier, as I could not understand why he was so concerned that my car was properly parked, and why he took so much time doing something in a most small kitchen, especially after he warmly embraced me after our meeting despite all the gear he was carrying and wearing. He even went back to the car to get a permit from another parker - what seemed totally unnecessary given the fact that we were only going to be there for a few minutes, it was already dark, and the few parking spaces are almost never monitored by ticketeers. Then, when von Birchan finally emerged from the kitchen, he wanted us to toast the apparent agreement by downing a tiny glass of something which looked like Fanta. Since I rarely drink soft drinks, and certainly not at such strange hours and circumstances, I refused - what considerably irritated him. Then he took some more time in the kitchen, apparently putting the drink back where it came from, and putting it in with some tax-free oil he had brought along.
The whole encounter ultimately got me thinking that he was attempting to poison me with something like polonium-210, and was worried that if I was ticketed, it might provide a lead about where it had happened, especially if it resulted in my demise.I even called Törner, expressing my concern, but he wasn't involved any longer with the Rikskriminalpolisen, and seemed quite uninterested in my tale, suggesting that I take it up with his successor.
Under the circumstances, I continued to talk to von Birchan over the phone, and soon he was suggesting that we meet again at his safehouse, as he had arranged for a diplomatic official of the Sudanese government, Counsellor Adil Elkhier Elnour of its Embassy in Oslo, to publish two volumes of my articles, and that he would be coming to Lidingö to pick up a second floppy disc of them, and to make final arrangements for their publication. We did meet, along with another person present, singer Ray Riding Horse, and matters were apparently settled, though nothing ever came of it. The meeting seemed just to smooth over all the disturbing aspects of the previous one while stringing me along.
Then in February 2009, as I recall, von Birchan called me, and asked if I wanted to join him at the headquarters of the Social Democratic Party in Stockholm where Joakim Palme would be giving a paper, and I could possibly make arrangements with him afterwards for discussing my ideas about his father's assassination later. Since I had long wanted such a meeting, I agreed to attend, though I was suspicious of what was going on, and became even more so when von Birchan introduced me to anyone he could, even other panelists, as if I was someone really important who they had long wanted meeting. At the end of the session, I met Joakim, and he gave me his address to send whatever matters I had in mind, and he would respond accordingly. Then I walked out of the hall, but von Birchan stayed behind to say, it seems, more about me.
Then, when he finally came down to the entrance where I had been waiting, he announced that he wouldn't be having dinner with me, and that I would just have to make my own way to the Shanghai restaurant just down Sveavägen. The attraction of the restaurant is its buffet, though to take advantage of it, one has to leave one's table, what can be a perilous condition if one is eating alone, so I ordered from the menu, and never left the table until I had finished my meal. While I was doing so, three athletic, young men entered the restaurant, and chose to sit right behind me, what made them go past my table on their way to and from the buffet - what would have been most dangerous for me if I ever left my table for some reason. They seemed increasingly irritated that I just stayed put, so much so that I feared being followed after I left, but they didn't.
Still, I considered this a set up by von Birchan - what he denied but not the apparent attempt to poison me - and told him that I never wanted to have anything more to do with him. When Erlingsson, the guy who introduced us, heard of what had happened, he called to deny it but I would not hear of it, as I then thought that he had being running a parallel operation with his closest friend, Mikael Wälavaara who had his own blog, and ran a radio station in Kivik, to discredit me while occupying my time since August 2007. They had recorded a three-hour, filmed interview about the JFK assassination just when I was writing my most detailed account of the 'false flag' operation which invovled American, Soviet and Cuban intelligence services. Then there were some telephone interviews with Wälavaara; yet, nothing appeared, him claiming that his recording equipment had broken down. They declined to discuss my ideas about the Palme and Lindh assassinations, and then Wälavaara suddenly up and died. It all just seemed like a cruel replay of what von Birchan had been doing.
After a comfortable interval, Ove Mollvic deposited a note in our mailbox, stating that he was a likeminded whistleblower, and wondered if we could get together to discuss matters of mutual interest. I agreed as it could provide something of importance, and I was not exactly without time, though I did say that they always had to occur at our place as I didn't want any more surprises. While Mollvik claimed that he didn't really know von Birchan, and perhaps he didn't, he soon came to know him quite well, leading me to suspect that he had just stepped into his place for some intelligence agency, most likely the Swedish security service, Säpo. Our weekly meetings became more and more unsatisfactory, as the more we talked about the most controversial conspiracy assassinations, the more we differed.
For example, in the Palme assassination, he claimed that there were two assassins - one certainly Croatian Miro Baresic - three bullets fired, and they made their escape through the Skandia building, not up the stairs to Malmskillnadsgatan for his escape. Möllvik put no credence in taxi driver Anders Delsborn's testimony of the shooter and the shooting, even claiming that Baresic matched "The Phantom" photo as well as Hayward. After awhile, the meetings became more of a social event rather than anything serious.
The atmosphere changed, though, on March 1, 2009 when John Young posted on cryptome.org my article about German Chancellor Angela Merkel having apparently been the former KGB scientific spy ANITA. This event brought together the Agency, Swedish authorities, and Interpol to finally fix me. CIA activated depressed Colleen LaRose aka 'Jihad Jane' to help entrap me in some kind of identity theft for treacherous purposes, and she started posting on Sweden's The Local (TL) as Gwrhyr on March 7th as a stop gap measure, as her handler had suggested by telling her to go to Sweden to kill cartoonist Lars Vilks, though she was still in Pennsville, Pa. Her posts were largelyy fraudulent, though she did claim on July 20th that she had finally arrived in Sweden, a 20-year-old, gay male, who was really a most well-traveled female, too fond of booze and cats. She/he even claimed that she/he had a Swedish male lover.
Just when LaRose was joining TL, I was seriously thinking of leaving it - what would have been a serious loss to the securocrats seeking my end as it was a good source of what I was thinking and doing - because of all the personal attacks, fictional pieces about who I was, and what I had done; its discussions were a humorous parody of what I was experiencing weekly with Möllvic. I finally cancelled my subscription, but its administration refused to accept it, claiming that the problems were mainly the result of its reconfiguration that James Pearn, a owner of the site, was engaged in, and that my cancellation was just considered a temporary, partial one which still allowed me to post but not receive its newsletter - just what I didn't want but it sill continued, with my being held as a captive member.
Then the process moved up several gears when cryptome.org started posting my series on America's man-made disasters which were appearing on Ed Chanter's blog - what had posted well over 100 articles of mine. By the time I visited America at the end of May, five of them had appeared, and after a trip to Montreal, I had a lunch appointment on June 9th with John Young in New York City. You can imagine my surprise when he treated our meeting as a kind of covert one where a handler was meeting an informer or spy in isolated circumstances. He obviously wanted to check out what kind of person I am, and why I was involved in such dirty matters. Ultimately, while we were seated, looking up and down the Hudson on the West Side, he asked me if I thought that the Agency was still trying to get me. Surprised by the question, I replied that I didn't think so, as it had already tried once and failed. Young corrected me in no uncertain terms, and while I never asked how he knew, I immediately thought that Leon Panetta, the new DCI, could well be the answer, explaining why we went for a walk rather than having lunch, leaving me shortly thereafter at the 72nd and Broadway subway station to make my way back to Connecticut.
Back in Sweden, The Local finally ended my state of suspended animation on the site on June 23rd in an e-mail. While Pearn finally announced that my subscription had been cancelled, he spoke in such glowing terms of my contribution that I - sucker that I have always been - immediately rejoined. "Having discussed your request with other staff here at The Local," he wrote in the hope that I would change my mind, "I would like to express our gratitude for the content that you have provided us with over the last few years." The success of my rejoining for the securocrats was readily seen when I announced our plans to visit Napa, California to help rehabilatate my girlfriend's seriously injured son for an extended period of time at the end of July, with us flying to the States on August 22nd. During the interim in Sweden, Gwrhyr apparently aka 'Jihad Jane' continued to crank out posts to my liking and hers/his - especially this love-making one on August 12th: "Love is fun...love-migration is interesting. Love love love. I love lovemigration. It's just one more side of globalization...So coming to Sweden for love shouldn't be stranger than moving in with your boyfriend in a new city in your own country."
The American counterterrorists saw my visiting my girlfriend's injured son as just a pretext for serious spying for the Iranians, and did everything they could to facilitate it - especially getting our hostess in Bronxville along the way to provoke me into saying anything untoward about the West, especially America's military dictatorship and Israel attempting to use Swedish censorhip to stop stories about the IDF's alleged body-harvesting of Palestinian dead, and seeing that I had plenty of time alone in New York, both coming and going, to consult any enemy agents or nations that I might have in mind by making sure that my girlfriend spent as much time with her without me during the two daylight days there on the return. My long walk over to the East Side on the Sunday, and then my walk all the way up to Columbia on Monday - all for just glimpses of the past - must have given the gumshoes a real workout, but without any success.
My stay in Napa was even more nerve-wracking, as we lived alone in a nice villa, equidistant from the Lawarence Livermore National Laboratory, and Healdsburg, the home town of Thomas C. Reed, one its most creative weapons designers, and author of much disinformation about China, especially in The Nuclear Express, which I had discussed in my last posted article, #10, in my series before leaving, and a nice car to travel around in if I chose to visit. I can just imagine what would have happened if I had gone to Livermore, and struck up a conversation with one of its employees about things, or called or visited Reed in Healdsburg. My suspicion was only increased when my girlfriend's son hit the overhead, "really pissed", when I used his personal computer without thinking of asking permission - making me wonder what might be in it - went well out of his way one day to make sure that I knew the way to Healdsburg, and volunteered that the Pentagon might be causing next a devastating earthquake in California - a comment that I dismissed as absurd, and he responded: "I shall be as absurd as I want."
All of this proved utterly useless as I never went anywhere near those places on my own. Spent most of my time just reading books about the development of nuclear weapons, Chinese science, and NSA eavesdropping, though my posts on TL sounded more action-oriented, perhaps explaining why John Young did not want to meet me either coming or going.
While these erroneous efforts may well have been ignorantly well-intentioned, there was nothing like that when we returned to Sweden, as I preliminarily discussed in this link:
http://codshit.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-rec...turns-sour.html
What I have discovered since is that this computer was opened by the burglars, and at least the e-mail from Magnus Törner was erased, quite possibly twice, so that if I went to the police, I would have nothing to corroborate the seriousness of my investigations. Fortunately, I sent him a long reply on March 23, 2007, thanking him for sending my e-mails to the Rikskriminalpolisen's investigative unit, along with more information about the Palme assassination, and links to the articles about spin doctor Christopher Andrew, the Reddaways, and the assassination of Alexander Litvinenko. Cockups almost always happen in any conspiracy.
Moreover, the burglars got so angry, it seems, in not finding anything to connect me to the Iranians, and 'Jihad Jane' that they squirted a component of superglue on some of my clippings, sitting on my desk but hidden from messy me for months until recently by other stuff piled on top of it. There was no way that it could have been the result of an accident as there is nothing more I hate than loose glue. The caps of the tubes were still on tight, and there was very little spilled in the container they came in. I suspect that it was a trick which if I went immediately to the police, and they discovered it, it would just look like more nonsense from me, like probably just misplacing the missing CD player, to implicate innocent parties..
Apparently, the police got so concerned about my not reporting the break-in that it sent a spook, posing as a photographer, to case my study with a camera to see what I had learned about their probing it. Swedish TV was planning to make a three-part video of the famous Skärgårdsdoktorn series - starring actors John Falk, Wallander, and Beck, and directed by Daniel Lind-Lagerlöf - and was looking for the proper house to stage it in. While our rowhouse seemed like a most unlikely choice, a photographer apparently working for Mussa Magan dropped around after my girlfriend volunteered the place, and took all kinds of photos, especially in this tiny study. I can only assume that his bosses were looking for evidence that I had discovered the gooped-up clippings, the cover on my old computer had not been put back on properly, and I was having it searched, especially for planted information, connecting me to Tehran - what still has not been determined by my repair people. I suspect that they have been told to wait until the upcoming trial of LaRose has taken place before they get down to business. Needless to say, our rowhouse was not selected for the filming.
Then I believe that 'Jihad Jane', who had come to Europe the day after we left Sweden, August 23rd, visited the premises, called by phone while we were away, and volunteered to the Iranian Embassy here that my services were available if killings were required while inquiring about establishing residency here, so that if I bit at any offering she tossed up, I would be dead meat. The Iranians took my visit most cordially, not acting as if I were some new Washington provocation. When I presented my passport to the attendant at the gate, he immediately called for an English-speaking associate to talk to me, and see what I wanted. Soon I was placed in a quite small room, occupied only by a quite elderly lady who seemed to be the boss of the whole place, but who said nothing to me. After a few minutes, the Embassy's financial officer, most likely the Savak resident, arrived, and I told him why I had come - to see if 'Jihad Jane' had contacted it, and to warn Iran about America's satellite lasers, especially what they could do to a place like Qom. After I had stated my case, the elderly woman stepped across the room, and kissed him on the forehead without saying a word - what I took to be a recognition of my bona fides. The Savak officer then said, as expected, that 'Jihad Jane' had not contacted it, adding that no one would believe it anyway if it said that she had.
This made me look again at Gwrhyr's posts on TL about the time I returned from California, and they certainly convinced me that she is 'Jihad Jane', out to get me. The clearest match is what she wrote on October 8th about people being reserved and silent while at the same time warm-hearted and kind: "I cry because I miss my cat that I left back in America with my mom (Don't worry, my mom offers the kitty a lovely home,)" She mentioned that she had come from the Netherlands where she and Kurt Gorman had visited in July, and that she was now living with a hot, beefy Swedish sambo. And when she noticed that I had made no mention of the break-in in my TL posts, indicating that the house "...was as if we had never left", she went all out to entrap by sending me this, "Message from the depths of my situation" on October 12:
"Trow, I'm drunk as hell on smuggled German pseudo-
Russian birthday vodka, but my goodness, if I were physically
able to, I would have your babies! Keep going strong.
-Gwrhyr."
Of course, all this went for naught when I posted the article on codshot.com, showing that I had learned of the break-in the previous Friday. Still, after she had arrived back in Philadelphia on the 16th, she posted this:TROWBRIDGE, HAVE MY BABIES!
The denouement of the plot occurred when Raquel Lock, a noted CIA disinformer who posted a message on codshit.com., persisted in wondering if I was the Agency spy responsible - who had been well paid, it seems - for discovering the location of Iran's new nuclear reprocessing plant at Qom, and had assisted in the kidnapping of Iranian physicist Sharman Amiri in Saudi Arabia and businessman Ardeli in Georgia - what is still intended to get Tehran to do the Agency's dirty work for it.
