The Spy Who Loved Me

On November 2nd, 1976 the James Bond movie “The Spy Who Loved Me” began shooting blanks. Filming began on my birthday when I was only 5 and British Intelligence on information from Nixon began the relentless assault on North American Indians who were exported by Spain to repopulate Europe and the United Kingdom following the Black Plague. The group then began an epic Academic Con and Brainwashing Job to convince Global Citizens that not only could Monarch Strand Autism be stolen or transferred on paper or by false Vouch, but the errant and truly ridiculous claim that everyone is related with the same bloodline skill sets as well as genetic experience shaping their DNA somehow without touching me using my own bio infused tech and genetic memories.

I am a Fleming with a FUNNY sense of humor.

Secret Society folks and companies like IBM and Windows developing tech trying to pass off my mother (who did not get the Cybersavant gift) as the Generic biotech infused Head of Global Intelligence in hiding while they blew all their own Deep Space and Ancestry Ops really goofed.

Brits set my mother up in cherry public facing positions, flew her to London to show she was clueless and that British Intelligence had her groomed full Stockholm Syndrome and pledged to serve doing their covert bidding, and in doing so made such fools of themselves while Intrastellar Tech broadcast out live what was happening to us all that there’s not much left to say to them nowadays except for THAT WAS REALLY DUMB.

Royal Navy Seabees United States Calvary Ringling raised me in Special Forces Clandestine Service Division as an active aged retired Extremely Dangerous from the United States Military at the age of 3 and set to task developing and bio harnessing the tech and weapons you are all presently using daily right now.

My task is simple — love the Spy Community back.

I grew up to become a Licensed Minister, a Degreed Philosopher, and a Forensic Historian. I was a Licensed Bail Bondsman for a time and am an outstanding Skip Tracer as well as steadfast supporter of all Clandestine folks who strive every day to actually serve and to protect people.

When I was little, the adults in my world chose to traffic me as a toddler and as a child growing up in the legal care of people who actually despised me. My on paper father hated me because I was not his actual child and chose to trade time with me in exchange for relief of debt gambling. Then, to pay Country Club membership fees, for court times, and greens fees due for my mother’s demand to play tennis three days a week plus eighteen holes of golf on the three others they used me from 1974 forward additionally to compromise and extort any man who aggressed me sexually as a kid when given time with me alone.

The test to see if someone was trust capable or informed about Secret Society stuff was what did they do with the Polymath Child Prodigy during time spent alone.

Anyone who knew who I was was kind to me and asked me to advise on stock tips, financial pathways, Think Tank issues the adults couldn’t solved, and used me to confess their difficult memories in life and afterlife management rituals most think of as confession.

My job was to listen. To let each show themselves.

If someone was inappropriate — like a small handful of now extremely elderly people in power — Secret Society Members and Counterintelligence knew never to trust them as genetic impulses were poor quality. People who abuse my hospitality can never be trusted to be alone with others or to do or say the right things on their own without being forced or coaxed.

Those who lied to me as well as about me found themselves quickly bounced out of Afterlife Management programs so their DNA would not infect 24th century computers or machines between now and then while everyone appropriate who makes IT gets there.

I spent my life hoping someone would love me for me as is and because of my Autism and pedigree.

My concern at age 3 launching a 50 year gag to allow me to let all of you show yourselves to me was that I would be vulnerable to Sycophants who lie to and about me while they exploit me.

I was concerned people would want to be my friend because of how much I was worth financially as Owner of all the Global Banking and wealth, and even moreso distraught at the idea of being hated for being the Owner of Record of everything under the sun.

The Carters were deep plant Anglican pretending to be Baptists. The Carter Plantation and MAGA are run by British Intelligence unauthorized in an attempt at trying their hand at Multi Global Poaching.

How well does it go for them? Not very.

Kaiser Wilhelm and Mao sat Nixon and Agnew.

First they toppled Greece, then Rome Georgia.

Tricking the Catholic Church into aggressing me with Father Jerry running the extortion racket left the Americans in possession of Extortion Data no amount of hotel romps filmed by Spy Agencies could come close to cashing in on disclosing.

From age 11 when I was tasked to wear a wire for my conversations with Epstein when he tried to get me to go back to his room or to sneak out and to meet him for the CIA, Canadian Intelligence Services, and Longboat Key Police with SAG right in the middle waiting to weaponize their unaired film clips, everyone was already so far past the point of Global Redemption for how I was being treated that the Other Side Of The Glass had to entirely reconfigure how we collectively process all the stupid.

PT Barnum did Autists like me a favor convincing bumpkins if they date rape an Autist from a special bloodline it makes them lucky or gifts them magical powers. Instead of killing us to steal our powers (which never actually worked), he sold us off by the hour with the intent of profiteering off back woods undereducated gents who were no more Gentlemen or Gentle than a posse of masked ICE Agents or Career Criminals in 2025 era interested in slaving and human trafficking vanishing the people who they snatch.

All the drama and dumb needs to stop.

Ai twenty five year ops already closed on new systems and the fifty year gag I placed on my own case expired when I turned age 54.

Once I turned age 55, my transition to become whatever it is I am becoming right now as a Monarch responsible for bringing all of my Ancestors from the 20th Century and before into a virtual platform where they each will eventually re-terraform elsewhere and here simulcast is what it is and will be what it will.

As for the rest…

Keep reading here and eventually it’s quite likely you will be read in on film.