Welcome to who may catch some of my words, I am back blogging here after, well, a long while. Today we are the 16/07/2025. I haven't updated this website consistently. But I shall do so in the future. What I have been up to? To answer that question I will say plenty and not enough. Since a while I have been victim of what we can call bullying. This will sound totally bonkers to you all, but I don't really care any longer. Black Magic and Witchcraft do exist, the paranormal, Angels and demons just as well. I am starting with that for you all to understand. I used to be an atheist and a cartesian but not any longer. What I will say could challenge anyone with no beliefs, even the ones that do believe. What I suffered and still suffer from is called Spiritual Warfare which can also be called Psychic Warfare. In my case, I have been cursed by my very own family, they are using witchcraft to a very high level. To those who follow me on Facebook, I have been vocal about it, to explain what was going on. It is very important to do so and to say what is going on. Because the perpetrators want their victims vulnerable to the point that they can not turn to anyone. They want to make you procrastrinate in the misery they inflict you. They want to unlive you. This could be by making you seriousely consider suicide instead of reaching for help. They want you to doubt your sanity, and for others to doubt your sanity. They want the label above your head to be the one of the 'Mad' person, the one that is not to be believed. While they relentlessly attack your life in any shape or form. For me they want me dead. The attack was upon my health, my physical abilities declining, illnesses upon illenesses. They did spells to remove my physical beauty, to not have access to water to be able to clean myself properly, to attack the way I look, from my smile, my teeth, to my eyes, to my hair. Anything to make you dispair, lack of wealth or ability to be independent, and having to be a dependent. Trying to make you loose your entire freedom was part of the scheme. They want you vulnerable, the aspect of it is atrocious, they work a narrative of slanders in order to ruin your reputation, whereever you go even in hospital, you will have even patients saying that you are a whore because they saw fake AI porn images, and bought into all the horrendous BS that your haters have filled the darknet with. People who don't know you from Adam and Eve and think the worst of you and are willing to take part of your public humiliation when you have actually done nothing. The horrors I was subjected to in Hospital by pranks and the atrocious rumours, the level of hate, enough to make you want to give up everything hide forever, stop your work, stop everything and want to be burried because you feel that you are one against many believing and increasing their gossips and slanders by the day... 

But here is the thing when you know your own truth, your honesty, you can keep your held up high. The criticisms and slanders, the lies and Bshits are so gross that they are laughable. Anyhow cops and security guards in Watford General hospital realised that I was victim of fierce stalking, mobbing and bullying. Something was not right, that level of hatred was insane, purely and simply. Now, it is hard to be done, you have to stand up, and say it out loud when something is wrong. They might brand you as mad but you know full well what is going on and what is being said. You have nothing to loose because they tried to destroy everything: Your Reputation, stealing your intellectual property and putting it through AI and distort pictures of you make them pornographic and so on, theft of identity, forging your signature, ruining your health, your physical appearances, tring to ruin your love life by saying that you cheat on your partner and so on, fake videos again, the invasion of privacy being able to see your every move via electronic devices within your space. What I did live for the past few years was atrocious and it got worst in February 2024, when they, my sister Graziella Gorin mainly, able to talk to me straight to my mind, (hearing voices, Graziella, Madeleine Nicolas, Pascal Nicolas, Orlane Gorin). It also happened in hospital where member of staff where participating in one of their vile pranks with the help of my family, the public humilation turn out to be their exposure of their crimes: their relenteless persecution of someone. This was witnessed by security guards, other patients and a police officer. It was not the end of my problems but it showed the validity of what I was living and going through. They went that step too far in their harrassements. 

Who was crazy now? Me or them with their hate campaign. Let me tell you what, to have such a smear campaign that lasted years, and got worst last year, put your resilience truly through its paces. Because in those circumstances, you are the only one having your own back for nearly no one will, for it is your voice against many. When you have been used as a scapegoat by nurses to explain their thefts, when they coroborate all their statements to back every one elses back to put you down, you have a tough one to deal with on your plate. It is your voice against their well maintained and construed pack of lies. 

Here it is, simple as. But I will confess to you the main reason that all of this happened to me is Jealousy, sheer jealousy, but also greed and envy. In all of that there is a disguting affair of inheritance. I am a middle child, my sister and my brother are or were in cahoot to get rid of me prior to the death of my elderly mum. I have no contact with them so I don't know at this moment in time if they are alive or not. 

Now, the spell to keep me in a state of bad health and too many times having the heart racing through the roof (the one that reached 247 over 142 over 129 is sticking to my mind, that was a close call to the curtain of my life), was very ingenous from that coven. Death due to ill health doesn't pass as murder. It is a stroke of genious, fair to say, 'Celine, oh elle était toujours malade, tout les hivers elle attrappait la grippe... ce qui est arrivé est arrivé. Elle n'avait pas la santé ma fille, et puis aussi elle buvait et elle ne prenait pas soin d'elle', I can imagine my mother explaining that to anyone as casually as if she didn't participate at wishing me dead like the others, while she paid for the death curse upon my life. 

Antoher stroke of genious is to tourment someone to the point that they can doubt themselves to be mad so they can just kill their own self. Now I will say this, hearing the voices of my sister and my mother, trying to prevent you from sleeping day in and out and saying repetitively insults after insults after insults and constant criticisms at your every move, that is psychologic harrassement. An invasion of your privacy and your mind. This is atrociousely horrid. Because as you answer them because they can hear you and answer you back but your partner as per say see you talking to the walls or the screens of computer or TV because he can not hear them. Only you can, hence you have a perfect witness to confirm that I just went bonkers. Terrifyingly masterminded plot, how can you explain that to someone. They will all say that you are barking mad. That is the point of their tourments, they can laugh at your hopelesseness. But that is the moment when you can use their intrusion to your life, to ignore them, or do thing that they hate ( Reading the bible for example) until they are forced to give you a break, to eat or sleep themselves. 

All I can tell you is that the past few years have been a living hell for me. One of the worst things is that they wanted me to stop writing altogether, to steal my ideas or whatever I will write to distort them was their threats, that they will burn my books and so on. I received death threats many times by my sister and some but less by my brother who always was supposed to be sent to me to commit the murder. I do still live in fear for my life. 

As for writing I decided to carry on and be brave but I did a very different book: 'A Fortune Teller's Diaries or revealing the house of Jump'. It is not one of my best stories, the threat was hindering me as I wrote every word of it. But my words were my defence because as a publisher, whatever I could do was to get my message out there. Armed with a ISBN number, I had the stamp to get my distress call out to the world. If someone cared to read it or not, all that matter to me was what was printed within those last pages, where I speak about my identity as a human being and an Author, page 171. There was my cry for help as a now vulnerable person. It would be sent to the general public. Come what may. I managed to published my book in December 2024. 

The police is also aware of my situation which is a relief for me. 

Now, this was a big entry into my Author's blog, but one which was necessary in order to put the clock to where I am at, at this point in my life. 

On the 28th of July, I am facing something under anaesthesy and I just hope that all will be well and that I will be able to wake up, that my heart will not stop. Hopefuly the death curses of my family placed upon my head will not affect the procedure, God willing. 

That entry is rather chaotic. I will probably correct it later.  

18/07/2025

Very relaxing day and a very reflective one as per say. One does think about life even more so when we hear abouth the death of someone. Thierry Ardisson passed away on the 14th of July 2025. His parting almost closes an era of the French TV as I knew it in the 80's, 90's, and the quarter of this century. I have been relishing on watching all the differents hommages to the incredible life of Ardisson. What a creative individual, entreprenor, presentator, animator, writer! What a life and immense depth of knowledge, he had. I am glad that his legacy has been archived and will be readily accessible for the future to all of us on Arditube and via the INA. I have been acquainted with them since a little while. I couldn't miss those as a fan of L'homme en Noir. The man was an inspiration.