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James Casbolt · 02-10-2009, 01:29 PM

People have gone quite again, I wonder why lol!

Recently I was thinking about time I spent in Brighton when I was younger. Things that went on here make more sense now. I used to spend a lot of time in Hove with my step-mother/god-mother and after the Brighton bombings many of the payphones around 4th and 5th avenue near her flat were tapped ( I was told ) to moninter her Irish husband and my father who were working together. IRA 'Rab' used to spend time at the flat as well, can't remember his brother Jim being there but my father and I picked up large quantities of cocaine from Jim in South London in the 90's.

I always remember some guy stalking my Jean my step-mum for months on end. He would ring her up and talk sexually to her and then tell her exactly what she was wearing as if he could see inside the flat. Years later I received a phone call from my grandfather informing me that Jean had died of liver failure ( through alcholism ).

When Jean died I often stayed at a woman called Sarah's house in Brighton. I stayed there with my girlfriend Nicole when I was about eighteen. We were traveling all over the country at the time and staying a week or so in one city and then move on again. Sarah was a big time coke head and told us she was connected to the West German Baader-Meinhof terrorist gang. This didn't mean anything to me at the time. Now it makes sense.

The memoey floodgates are opening wider and its liberating!

Just today I remembered playing with either animal or human skulls as a child in Reading. These were either in my step-father's shed in Recreation Road in Tilehurst or in a field behind my grandfather's house in Usk Road in Tilehurst. I remember pulling the teeth out. I'm sure they were human teeth

What the XXXX!

I also talked on this thread about two men who used to come into the house at Recreation during the night. Sometimes they would take me away in a car. They wore clown and other masks when they came into the house at night. That house was always full of nastiness. I remember breaking my bedroom window one night and running away and hiding in the park. I was gone for hours. I wanted to get to the train station and get as far away as possible. I just didn't have the resources. I finally came home and lied and told my mother that I'd been at the train station and almost got on a train. I don't know if she had a hand in all this. God forgive her if she did. I don't get a feeling of evil form her, more of a victim of mind control and Satanic Ritual Abuse I feel.

She put me into martial arts training when I was five years old with a real sadistic karate instructor in Finchley, London. I had to go every week even if I didn't want to. I've kept up the training ever since. Thats twennty six years of martial arts in many different styles such as Karate, kung-fu, kickboxing, boxing, judo, jui-jitsu, tae-kwon doe. I mixed it all up into my own style and called it White Tiger Style. The instructor in London would come up behind you and sweep your feet from under you if you didn't have your feet shoulder width apart in fighting stance. You would hit the wooden floor prettey hard.

I remember going to the club with my freind Billy, we must have been about five or six at the time. He knocked Billy onto the floor and he started crying. He then said to him "We don't like cry babies here!"

02-10-2009, 01:29 PM	#630
James Casbolt Avalon Senior Member Join Date: Nov 2008 Posts: 867	Re: James Casbolt:Underground U.K. bases! People have gone quite again, I wonder why lol! Recently I was thinking about time I spent in Brighton when I was younger. Things that went on here make more sense now. I used to spend a lot of time in Hove with my step-mother/god-mother and after the Brighton bombings many of the payphones around 4th and 5th avenue near her flat were tapped ( I was told ) to moninter her Irish husband and my father who were working together. IRA 'Rab' used to spend time at the flat as well, can't remember his brother Jim being there but my father and I picked up large quantities of cocaine from Jim in South London in the 90's. I always remember some guy stalking my Jean my step-mum for months on end. He would ring her up and talk sexually to her and then tell her exactly what she was wearing as if he could see inside the flat. Years later I received a phone call from my grandfather informing me that Jean had died of liver failure ( through alcholism ). When Jean died I often stayed at a woman called Sarah's house in Brighton. I stayed there with my girlfriend Nicole when I was about eighteen. We were traveling all over the country at the time and staying a week or so in one city and then move on again. Sarah was a big time coke head and told us she was connected to the West German Baader-Meinhof terrorist gang. This didn't mean anything to me at the time. Now it makes sense. The memoey floodgates are opening wider and its liberating! Just today I remembered playing with either animal or human skulls as a child in Reading. These were either in my step-father's shed in Recreation Road in Tilehurst or in a field behind my grandfather's house in Usk Road in Tilehurst. I remember pulling the teeth out. I'm sure they were human teeth What the XXXX! I also talked on this thread about two men who used to come into the house at Recreation during the night. Sometimes they would take me away in a car. They wore clown and other masks when they came into the house at night. That house was always full of nastiness. I remember breaking my bedroom window one night and running away and hiding in the park. I was gone for hours. I wanted to get to the train station and get as far away as possible. I just didn't have the resources. I finally came home and lied and told my mother that I'd been at the train station and almost got on a train. I don't know if she had a hand in all this. God forgive her if she did. I don't get a feeling of evil form her, more of a victim of mind control and Satanic Ritual Abuse I feel. She put me into martial arts training when I was five years old with a real sadistic karate instructor in Finchley, London. I had to go every week even if I didn't want to. I've kept up the training ever since. Thats twennty six years of martial arts in many different styles such as Karate, kung-fu, kickboxing, boxing, judo, jui-jitsu, tae-kwon doe. I mixed it all up into my own style and called it White Tiger Style. The instructor in London would come up behind you and sweep your feet from under you if you didn't have your feet shoulder width apart in fighting stance. You would hit the wooden floor prettey hard. I remember going to the club with my freind Billy, we must have been about five or six at the time. He knocked Billy onto the floor and he started crying. He then said to him "We don't like cry babies here!"