(Philip Jones, 1957-2009)
Wednesday was the anniversary of the death Nov 24, 2009, of the gifted and courageous anti-NW0
crusader Philip Jones. During the last months of his life, Jones’ confided to L.C. Vincent his suspicion that he had been poisoned.
“With the clarity of hindsight, Philip realized that he had been set up and ensnared in the classic “honey trap”, except modern technology had added the wrinkle of a mind-controlled femme fatale into the mix.”
By L.C. Vincent
Philip Jones had been a strapping,young English “bobby” who had decided to take early retirement in Denmark with his new wife while he enjoyed the opportunity to write and observe the culture around him.
As he did so, and the years passed, it became increasingly apparent to him that the culture of Denmark was not evolving organically but was rather a series of subtle, programmed cues to which the populace responded. The more he observed, the more he was convinced that an unseen hidden hand was using the small nation of Denmark as a petri dish for testing theorems of behavior modification and mind control. His articles were scathing analyses of Danish society, ultimately describing the hidden controllers that manipulated it, a control group that he identified as the Illuminati in service to the New World Order.
Philip’s blog from Denmark (The Righteous Alliance) attracted a worldwide audience, myself among many others. As fate would have it, I began corresponding with Philip about five months before his death. As he gradually came to confide in me, we pieced together the events he felt were leading to his early demise.
He wrote that he had become seriously ill with severe stomach pains after recently visiting a local restaurant. Naturally, I initially suspected food poisoning, until Philip began to reveal other details of his personal life that suggested the true causal event was a woman.
After writing blogs about Denmark and the Illuminati’s penetration and manipulation of Danish society for several years, Philip began receiving email correspondence from around the world. One particular correspondent, a young woman named Dorte, seemed enraptured by his writing and professed her deep admiration for his intellectual gifts. Philip revealed that Dorte, whose father had been in the military, seemed very conversant about the New World Order, and apparently also possessed knowledge about various esoteric subjects.
Dorte just happened to live nearby and insisted that they meet. Reluctantly, Philip agreed to a meeting and was swept off his feet by her charm and beauty.
But all was not well with Dorte. She was married to a man who, she claimed, was cold, manipulative and mentally abusive. She had two children by him, but Dorte stated emphatically that there was no love in their relationship and that she only continued appearances for the sake of their children.
Professing adoring admiration of Philip’s intellect and his inquiry into the hidden mysteries behind Denmark and the machinations of the hidden hand of the Illuminati, Philip felt he had finally met someone who not only wanted him as a man but who also respected his intellectual pursuits. Defying convention and morality, he introduced his new female “friend” to his wife, and within a week or two, Dorte had moved in and Philip’s wife had moved out of their home, as she refused to play second fiddle to his Philip’s new amorata.
It was at this point that things began to turn in an unusual direction. Philip then explained that Dorte had proclaimed that she was going to minister to his health and that she had extensive, arcane knowledge of medicinal herbs and compounds. According to Philip, Dorte then transformed their bathroom into a semi-laboratory, where she “lived” for hours on end, compounding concoctions for Philip to ingest for his “health.”
Dorte also introduced Philip as her “new lover ” to her husband at Philip’s residence. Her husband seemed indifferent to the entire affair and accepted the new arrangement without so much as a whimper of protest. According to Philip, Dorte’s husband kept a cool detached distance from the two “lovebirds.”
Dorte’s husband was a high-ranking NATO officer, but dour and physically diminutive. Philip once wrote very colorfully about this man’s physical presence, describing him as someone that “…I could walk right through if I chose to do so….”
Yet looking back upon his time with Dorte as he began to succumb to the ravages of his poisoning, Philip realized that Dorte had gradually assumed control of his entire life and lifestyle. Initially, she had played the helpless heroine in distress, and Philip had responded as the proverbial “White Knight” in full rescue mode, with consequences that were soon to prove fatal.
Dorte quickly assumed the direction of Philip’s life and domicile. First, she manipulated herself into his home and replaced his wife. Then she began daily administration of the “vitamins, herbs and potions” which she kept in their bathroom for most of the day, insisting Philip down every last one of her concoctions to the dregs. She gradually separated Philip from all of his other male and female friends, because she either did not “approve” of them or she just didn’t like them. She also made Philip give away his two beloved dogs because she reputedly had an aversion to them.
The final blow was Dorte’s insistence that Philip mortgage the debt-free home he had owned, placing him in both financial and psychological debt, and insisted they use these new funds for “entertainment.” Dorte had effectively isolated Philip from his entire social support network and undermined his financial stability. Philip confided, after the fact, that he felt that all these things were done to psychologically, socially, emotionally and financially isolate him.
RETRIEVING THE ROBOT
Things went along in this fashion for another month or so until the day Dorte’s husband arrived, unannounced, with a special videotape. Philip described how Dorte’s husband had insisted that Dorte watch the video at Philip’s house in his presence. As she did, something extraordinary happened. According to Philip, Dorte’s loving, supportive emotional nature seemed to rapidly transition into a cold, robotic figure who announced to Philip, at the end of viewing the video, (which on the surface was nothing more than an innocuous movie), that she had decided she had made a serious error in judgment, and that she was now going to return to her home with her husband and children that very afternoon.
Thunderstruck and speechless, his world crumbling around him, Philip could only watch as Dorte gathered her entire supply of herbs, potions, and paraphernalia from their bathroom, coldly assembled her clothes and personal effects and calmly walked out of the door and out of Philip’s life.
Philip was now devastated, isolated and alone.
Philip speculated that Dorte had preyed upon her knowledge that he was an orphan who had strong abandonment issues, and now she had disappeared from his life just as quickly as she had entered – leaving Philip weakened, emotionally dependent and financially drained.
Philip wrote that he had come to the conclusion that this “pair” were Illuminati agents; that Dorte’s NATO officer-husband was also her “handler”, and that she had probably been raised in a mind-controlled environment, possibly from childhood. It now became clear to Philip that many of the details of Dorte’s behavior patterns had been classic mind-control responses.
Somehow, Philip managed to persuade his wife to return to him, and he gamely tried to re-build the life that he had turned his back upon only months before.
A few months after Dorte’s departure from his life, Philip and his wife were at a local restaurant when he became violently ill. Local doctors could find nothing wrong with him, nor could the local hospital, but Philip could not retain any food in his system, while his body was wracked with fits of vomiting and spasms of diarrhea. His health rapidly declined from that day forward.
It was during this precarious position that Philip finally began to objectively analyze what had transpired over the past few months. With the clarity of hindsight, Philip realized that he had been set up and ensnared in the classic “honey trap”, except modern technology had added the wrinkle of a mind-controlled femme fatale into the mix.
Philip concluded that he had not been poisoned at the restaurant, but that the vitamins he had been given by Dorte had been the real causal agent of his illness, whose effects only became apparent after she had left his life.
Philip did not realize that he had been the target of an Illuminati hit until it was too late. Like an abductee kidnapped by a flying saucer, the victim is utterly incredulous that such a thing could happen to them – until they look back and realize that it actually did happen. He concluded that this was the Illuminati’s revenge upon the writer who had revealed their manipulation of Danish society so that the rest of the world might recognize the telltale signs of their influence.
Despite going to the best hospitals in Denmark, in a matter of only 3 more weeks, Philip was dead. His passing profoundly affected me, yet I take comfort in the fact that he was able to finish his major work, “The Nexus of Evil”, before he died.
Should anyone dismiss all of these events as nothing more than eerie coincidence, let me add that my final Emails to Philip were somehow translated into Greek (literally) on his end, and all my emails from Philip (and only my emails from Philip) were somehow erased from my Email server after his death. Fortunately, I had taken the precaution to copy and preserve Philip’s emails in separate files, which is the only reason I have anything left of our correspondence.
All writing proceeds from the dissatisfaction of remaining quiet. In my particular case, I will never forget the warm friendship and encouragement of Philip John Jones, an exceptional human being whose loss has diminished our planet in more ways than I can count.
Philip John Jones passed away at Odense University Hospital on 24 November 2009. His writing, analysis, and research will stand as a beacon, shining a light upon the darkness where the serpents – and the Illuminati – still dwell, from this day until their final extermination.
copyright 2016 LCVincent, all rights reserved
————–Brave New Denmark
———— His Magnum Opus – Origin of Evil (See other works on right column)
Lark in Texas: “Philip Jones was an early participant at Niki Raapana’s blog at about the same time I first discovered it in 2004. We emailed each other a few times shortly before he got sick and shared our observations about what was going on in the world. Philip Jones knew too much, unfortunately, and was probably murdered for it. RIP”
The Angry Cheese, if I remember correctly, was one of his friends.