Given that this site you’re looking at now deals with matters of an occult/conspiratorial nature and, as a result, is perhaps the reason you’re here, then would it be presumptuous of me to assume that you’ll be aware of the work of the ‘Vigilant Citizen’ (a.k.a. ‘VC’)? After all, he too studies and reports on esoteric symbolism and the ingredients of world conspiracies that we can see laid out within the media-forms that music is delivered to us, although here on ‘The Occult Beatles’ of course that’s centred almost entirely on all or some or one of The Beatles and their associates whereas VC – in his words – “often talks about young, brand new artists who were groomed by their record-labels and released onto the world with a carefully calculated gimmick.” The reason I mention him here is because, quite recently, just a few months ago, in early April 2019, he published an article that he quite rightly announces is “not about that kind of artist” but “about a 76-year-old icon who was part of the most influential group in the history of Pop music and who attained the title of ‘living legend’ about three decades ago.” No prizes for guessing that the “most influential Pop group” he’s hinting at is The Beatles and the “76-year-old icon” is Paul McCartney. Titled, The Meaning of Paul McCartney’s ‘Who Cares’: It’s About MK ULTRA, the VC article offers us a – in my opinion – deserved, justified breakdown of the singer/songwriter’s most recent music-video which is indeed loaded with ‘MK clues.’ Given that the Vigilant Citizen very rarely ventures into Beatles-related territory, I thought it would be appropriate to flag up his analysis, to archive it here, perhaps in the event that any readers here who might not necessarily visit VC’s site as a rule but who are fans of and/or interested in John, Paul, George and Ringo will get to read it, and will be thankful for that. So, what you’ve got below is selected portions from that article (you can read it all in full here) along with some added commentary from me…
A screen-cap from the video here… it’s McCartney – as a bespectacled psychiatrist:Vigilant Citizen begins his article by giving us a bit of a brief synopsis of McCartney’s achievements as a music-recording artist both with and without The Beatles, “indeed,” VC states, “McCartney began recording music over 60 years ago” and has recorded numerous Number 1 hits and Grammy wins over those years, some with The Beatles, others with his follow-up band, Wings, and solo too. But, of course (as you may indeed be thinking right now), have all these successes been the product of who we’re told is “Paul”? There’s a very brief synopsis of the ‘Paul is Dead’ conspiracy in Vigilant Citizen’s article concluding it by commenting that “whoever Paul truly is, that person went on to have a long and prolific career. And he doesn’t appear to be close to retiring. His latest album ‘Egypt Station’ debuted at Number 1 in the US Billboard 200.” And, as documented in an earlier article here at The Occult Beatles, it’s an album laden with esoteric symbols. VC goes on, “in this day and age, to remain part of the industry (even if you’re a ‘living legend’) you must embrace,” what the Vigilant citizen chooses to describe, as “the elite’s agenda. And” to, he continues, “show your submission. And Paul did what he had to do.” Taken from Egypt Station and released as a single in December 2018, Who Cares, the music-video, “has all of the symbolism and mind-control messages found in countless Pop-videos nowadays.”
VC goes on…
In the video, actress Emma Stone plays the role of an anxious woman seeking treatment from Paul McCartney, who plays the role of a “behavioural hypnotist.” Then things sink quickly into the dark world of Monarch programming (if you don’t know what that is, read this article first). In fact, he turns into a mind-control handler.
Right from the start, the video uses lots of imagery, references, and symbols that relate tomind-control…
The actual video begins with Emma Stone entering a building from the emergency exit door. Right from the start, things are topsy-turvy…
Then, Emma finds Paul McCartney’s office, who goes by a symbolic pseudonym…
So why is McCartney called Dr. Lorenz and why is he also a meteorologist? These clues point to a specific person: Edward Norton Lorenz.
Edward Norton Lorenz was an American mathematician and meteorologist who founded modern chaos theory from which is derived the ‘butterfly effect’ which theorises that the flapping of butterfly wings can lead to a tornado. In Who Cares, the fields of psychology and meteorology are combined to tell a story rife happening in the inner-world of Emma Stone.
When Emma enters McCartney’s office (a.k.a. Dr. Lorenz), we immediately see lots of symbolic objects…
Then Dr. Lorenz begins interacting with his patient with sentences that are reminiscent of NLP (neuro-linguistic programming):
“It’s a bit unruly here but, that’s the way it goes. Disorder. Out of order. Order out of disorder. It all gets a bit chaotic sometimes, doesn’t it?”
This quote may be in relation to the book, as highlighted above, ‘The Essence of Chaos’ authored by the actual Dr. Lorenz, and it will perhaps remind you of, in the words of VC, “the main motto of the occult elite… ‘order out of chaos.’” This is a motto well-versed within the realms of the 33rd Degree in freemasonry of course, the English translation of which is taken from the Latin, ‘Ordo Ab Chao.’ In relation to this phrase, in his book, ‘The Biggest Secret,’ veteran researcher, author and public-speaker, David Icke, opines (and do forgive me if this is old news to you, this is for any newbies reading), “the reason we are so controlled is not that we don’t have the power to decide our own destiny, it is that we give that power away every minute of our lives. When something happens that we don’t like, we look for someone else to blame. When there is a problem in the world, we say, what are they going to do about it. At which point they, who have secretly created the problem in the first place, respond to this demand by introducing a ‘solution’ – more centralisation of power and erosion of freedom. If you want to give more powers to the police, security agencies and military, and you want the public to demand you do it, then ensure there is more crime, violence and terrorism, and then it’s a cinch to achieve your aims. Once the people are in fear of being burgled, mugged or bombed, they will demand that you take their freedom away to protect them from what they have been manipulated to fear. I call this technique problem-reaction-solution. Create the problem, encourage the reaction something must be done, and then offer the solution. It is summed up by the Freemason motto ‘Ordo Ab Chao’ – order out of chaos. Create the chaos and then offer the way to restore order. Your order. The masses are herded and directed by many and various forms of emotional and mental control.”
It’s of no consequence, perhaps, if one chooses not to believe Icke’s viewpoint there, that is, when you consider it in the context of the content featured in McCartney’s Who Cares video, reason being that researchers, reporters, commentators and writers within the so-called ‘alternative media’ – who in some ways will have gained inspiration from David’s observations – have been analysing music-vids for many years for their occultic/conspiratorial flavours, and I’m quite sure this won’t have gone past the notice of a number of the people – the directors and folk in the production-teams – who create these visuals, and it might well have, as a result, encouraged them to add little ‘clues’ in as a secret nod and a wink to that.
So, returning to Vigilant Citizen’s analysis… Emma Stone has entered the office of Dr. Lorenz (a.k.a. Paul McCartney) and has sat down opposite him… She then drinks a cup of tea he’s given her…
Right after drinking some of the tea, Emma spaces out. Was the tea laced with something? Drugs such as LSD are used in actual Monarch programming to facilitate the programming of MK slaves.
Then, the setting of the video changes drastically. Emma completely dissociates from reality (the goal of Monarch mind control) and enters a bizarre alternate dimension that is rife with symbolism. Not unlike classic MK tales such as ‘The Wizard of Oz’ and ‘Alice in Wonderland,’ this alternate world represents the dissociated slaves’ perception of reality while they are being programmed through trauma.
While dissociated, Emma is constantly surrounded by dudes with faces painted half black and half white, not unlike the painting seen in Dr. Lorenz’s office.
In the video, these dualistic ‘demons’ torment Emma and take pleasure in subjecting her to various forms of trauma. The credits say that these guys are the “idiots” that McCartney sings about in the song’s chorus.
At face value, Dr. Lorenz teaches Emma to not care about what idiots say and do.
Well, in fact, McCartney has said, in relation to the song, Who Cares, “I was thinking about a song where you actually are talking to the people who may listen to it. And in my case, I was imagining young fans, or just young people generally who might hear this, and who are going through some sort of problem where they’re being picked on, being put on – and these days it would be internet bullying, trolls and all that. In my school days, it would have just been bullies and people just generally picking on each other. So I know that happens all over the world to millions of people. So, my thing was to kind of try and help, try and help, almost kind-of give some sort of advice. So the song says, you know: ‘have you ever been fed up with being bullied? Has this ever happened when people have called you names, have done all these mean things? Has this ever happened to you? Well, who cares.’ And then in a twist at the end of that chorus is like, ‘who cares? I do.’” And here are the lyrics:
Did you ever get hurt by the words people say
And the things that they do when they’re picking on you?
Did you ever get sad by the end of the day
When they’re making you feel like a rusty old wheel
That’s been left in the rain
Who cares what the idiots say
Who cares what the idiots do
Who cares about the pain in your heart?
Who cares about you?
‘Cause you’re worth much more
A fact you can be sure
No need to hide
The love you’ve got inside
Did you ever get lost in the heart of a crowd
Have the people around, people are pushing you down
Is it driving you mad and you’re screaming out loud
And you’re wonderin’ who’s going to recognize you
You’re a ghost in the dark
Who cares what the idiots say
Who cares what the idiots do
Who cares about the pain in your heart?
Who cares about you?
Who cares what the idiots say
Who cares what the idiots do
Who cares about the pain in your heart?
Who cares about you?
You’ve been left in the rain
VC, in his article, comments, “that’s great advice. However, considering the MK symbolism found in the video, there’s a deeper meaning… dissociated, Emma is actually being subjected to trauma by the ‘idiots’… The idiots stab Emma’s exposed heart – a symbolic way of representing physical abuse”…
VC goes on…
Emma is stuck to a wheel and is spun around. Spinning slaves to cause disorientation is a classic programming technique. The inverted question mark alludes to the advanced state of confusion of the slave:
Emma is then stuck inside an elevator with eyes and a lightning bolts as eyebrows (more on this later)…
Inside the elevator: More trauma by the idiots…
As programming progresses, Emma wears a mask that features a big, fat, one-eye sign. While, at face value, the umbrella represents her being “immune” to what the “idiots say,” the general MK context of the video and the umbrella’s dualistic pattern might imply that the umbrella actually represents her internalising the handler’s programming…
Then, Emma gets struck by lightning. This is a great way to represent another trauma-inducing technique: Electroshock…
In the end, we see the final product of the programming…
Then the video snaps back to reality…
The video ends with a prolonged outro featuring some curious objects…
So, according to VC’s analysis – which pretty much ends there – in the video, McCartney is ‘the handler.’ When I first watched it and saw him there, in his woolly cardigan looking elderly and giving his brand of counselling to the young Emma, my mind instantly envisaged a similar kinda scene that may well have taken place over fifty years earlier, when Paul, in the prime of his life and at the height of Beatlemania, would have been where Stone is five decades later: the guest – the subject – of an old doctor. I’m thinking of Dr. Richard Asher, father of actress, Jane Asher who, during most of the 1960s, was McCartney’s girlfriend and, for a while, his fiancé – that is, until they broke up in 1968.
For a time – between 1963 and ’66 – the then-Beatle lived with her at her family home in London, which she shared with her parents and her sister and her brother, Peter. Her mum, Margaret, was a musician who’d played in a number of orchestras apparently, and her dad was a medical man of some eminence. The ‘Royal College of Physicians’ describes him as “a notable diagnostician,” and “his special interests were in haematology, endocrinology, and” also, “physical factors in mental disorder.” For example, in 1949, he authored ‘Myxoedematous Madness,’ a paper on Myxoedematous, an illness that, so I’m informed, brings about an underactive thyroid and that results in puffiness of the body, hair-loss, coma, and, as highlighted by Dr. Asher in his piece, psychoses. According to the Royal College of Physicians, “psychoses with myxoedema had often been reported, but,” Richard’s “telling account of fourteen cases ensured that far more would now be recognised and treated.” He was also the author of ‘Nerves Explained,’ a book, that one reviewer around the time of its release in the late 1950s described as a “guide to nervous illnesses,” as well as noting that “hypnosis is treated with rather more respect than the profession generally accords it.” Indeed, Dr. Asher, who for a time was a consultant physician at the mental observation ward at the Central Middlesex Hospital in London, authored a paper in the Fifties titled ‘Respectable Hypnosis’ and in which he informs us that, “I have used hypnosis as an ancillary method of treatment in general medicine… I have devoted one out-patient session a week to it. From this experience I am learning a little about its use and limitations.” I wonder how much more ‘about its use’ he might possibly have learnt about by the time of Paul McCartney’s arrival to the Asher household in 1963? There have been anonymous accusations directed against the doctor in recent years, accusations linking him to MK ULTRA-type experiments with widely-reported ‘Tavistock Clinic’ psychiatrist, Emanuel Miller and the notorious Dr. William Sargant, dubbed the ‘mind-bender General.’ One such claim, and that I’ll bring to attention now, was supplied by an unnamed source to Redwel Trabant, proprietor of the site, ‘Beatles Conspiracy.’ Here’s some of it:
Asher, Miller, Sargant, all 3 were top psychiatrists, I worked with them all. I began helping med-professors train nurses/doctors at 12-years-old, there were many kids, not just me, but I only met 2 others. They decided I was ‘suitable and flexible’ and asked me to help with research, some illegal stuff but they needed to explore even these areas. Basically they were into learning how the brain worked, but they were into other things too. Most of the time I didn’t know what they were getting up to, it was all mixed up and above my head, but they fed me well! They got into drugs as they knew it was becoming a problem, the police wanted to train cops to deal with it, how to work out what drugs they were on e.t.c. They supplied the drugs and were observing the tests most of the time. Sargant was different from the others, he was ‘an outsider,’ the others didn’t let him in on all they were up too, but they needed his input at times. They never spoke of it to me but all did work for the government at times. What I do know is it’s not necessary to hurt or drug people to brainwash them. Sargant had to, as he wasn’t blessed with the psychic-abilities Asher, Miller possessed. All were able to read minds, telepathy, deep hypnosis. Not kidding, mate! For they were using this on me to get deep into my mind to understand how it all worked. Strangely, they all could do it but nobody knew how it worked, it was passed down by word of mouth over the centuries to those who exhibited a talent for it. Sargant wasn’t so blessed; he could do hypnosis, but only Level 1, the one we all know about.
You can read the allegations in their entirety in the link below, and that are part of an article on the Beatles Conspiracy site titled, ‘MK Beatles’:
The above article explores the view that the Beatles song, ‘Yesterday,’ a song credited to Paul and that he’s quite often publicly said came to him in a dream and during his time living at the Asher household, may have actually been implanted into his brain by Doctor Richard whilst the young musician was asleep. In ‘Many Years from Now’ – the McCartney-supported biography authored by his old friend, Barry Miles – he recalls, “I woke up with a lovely tune in my head. I thought, ‘that’s great, I wonder what that is?’ There was an upright piano next to me, to the right of the bed by the window. I got out of bed, sat at the piano, found G, found F sharp minor 7th – and that leads you through then to В to E minor, and finally back to E. It all leads forward logically. I liked the melody a lot but because I’d dreamed it, I couldn’t believe I’d written it. I thought, ‘no, I’ve never written like this before.’ But I had the tune, which was the most magic thing. And you have to ask yourself, where did it come from? But you don’t ask yourself too much or it might go away. So, first of all, I checked the melody out, and people said to me, ‘no, it’s lovely, and I’m sure it’s yours.’ It took me a little while to allow myself to claim it, but then like a prospector I finally staked my claim; stuck a little sign on it and said, ‘okay, it’s mine!’ It had no words. I used to call it ‘Scrambled Eggs.’” Interesting title that, I think: ‘Scrambled Eggs.’ By that, I mean, the word, ‘egg’ is a part-euphemism to describe a person of high intelligence/intellect (‘egg-head’), so, to have it married here with ‘scrambled’ can be perceived as rather telling when considered within the context of Redwel Trabant’s theory of Paul, a ‘mind-controlled Beatle.’ So then, if Yesterday was a song that doctor Richard fed into his prospective son-in-law’s sleeping head, where did the tune originate from? Well, it’s worth noting that the Asher household was teeming at that time with musical ability, because aside from McCartney and Margaret, there was of course her son, Peter, a member of the chart-topping 1960s duo, Peter and Gordon, and her husband too, who, I’ve been informed, enjoyed playing wind instruments and the piano. Perhaps it’s also worth noting that Dr. Asher’s alleged co-experimenter, William Sargant, was a practioner in sleep hypnosis, and, with frightening effects if we’re to believe a number of his patients who’ve come forward to talk. Linked over the years to MI5, MI6 and, of course, MK ULTRA, during the Second World War, he worked at Sutton Emergency Hospital in the English county of Sussex (later renamed the Belmont Hospital) where he administered hypnosis, ECT and drugs on people suffering from shell-shock, and a number of them who couldn’t recollect what had caused their mental breakdown were given trauma-causing treatments in a bid to make them relive their often terrifying experiences. He went on and dispensed these various techniques on everyday non-military folk when he became head of psychiatry at St. Thomas’ Hospital in London after the war, and where, one of his patients who eventually became a Professor of Medicine following her departure from there, has claimed, “I was put into a room with – I think three other people. It was dark, I was given massive amounts of drugs to try and keep me asleep – something like Chlorpromazine. We were woken-up… I don’t remember so clearly exactly what happened, but they woke us up and I can remember being made to drink a jug of water. I don’t remember eating at all, but I do remember after some time – every time I stood up – I just about passed-out because my blood pressure was down in my boots – which is actually a function of Chlorpromazine as well. And I have no idea exactly how long I was in there but it took me nearly three months to get over the treatment. My father was absolutely shattered when he saw me. He said I just looked like a walking zombie.” She went on, “there was no informed consent at all. I was told that while you were asleep, they were hoping to re-pattern – and that was actually the word that was used – ‘re-pattern’ your thinking, so that you lose all the negative, depressive thoughts. And in fact it did wipe my brain clean of just about everything that happened before that. I can’t remember being in primary school, I can’t really remember much about secondary school, can’t remember the birth of my kids. Certainly, I’ve lost all those memories that most people have.” Another of his patients (or should that be – victims) at St. Thomas’ was the award-winning British actress Celia Imrie, well-known for her collaborations on TV with English comedienne, Victoria Wood and star of such movies as ‘Calendar Girls,’ ‘Nanny McPhee,’ and the ‘Bridget Jones’ and ‘Exotic Marigold Hotel’ series of films. Back in the 1960s when she was a young teenager, her ambition was to become a successful ballerina and she attended classes and exams in the hope that she’d be accepted into the prestigious Royal Ballet School.
Unfortunately, however, she ultimately failed her audition there being informed that, although “very good and advanced for her age,” she was going to be “too big ever to become a dancer.” Distraught, she launched into a crash-diet eventually weighing just 4-stone (56 pounds). Desperate to reverse her weight-loss and any possible health-risks, her concerned, desperate parents, she claims, “decided to send me away to St. Thomas’ Hospital… ” In a 2011 article published on the mainstream news-website, ‘MailOnline,’ Celia is seen to recall that, once at the hospital, she was entered into “one of the special wards belonging to the Department of Psychological Medicine. And once there I was placed under the care of world-famous psychiatrist William Sargant. I was 14. Sargant was a world expert on brainwashing. Today his books are said to be studied by Al Qaeda. His work has links to… the Jonestown massacre in Guyana, where 900 people killed themselves; and to the mind-bending and occasionally lethal drug experiments performed on unwitting human guinea-pigs at the Porton Down research centre in Wiltshire (England). Sargant’s methods were simple: electric-shock treatment and insulin-induced comas leading to continuous narcosis, or deep-sleep therapy, complete with tape-recorded brainwashing orders being played at the patients from beneath their pillows. And,” she goes on, “to think that all this came free on the NHS,” Britain’s ‘National Health Service.’ She continues, “at 14, I was the youngest in the ward. Most of the other patients were middle-aged women suffering from depression. From my bed, I watched them howling, moaning and screaming, fighting with the nurses. I thought: ‘I don’t want to be mad. I must get out of here.’ The doctors and nurses did their daily rounds. Twice a week or so, we were treated to a bedside visit from the Great Man himself. Sargant still features in my nightmares. He was brusque and cold, and he never talked directly to you. Instead he issued orders over your head, talking about ‘this one’ and ‘that one’. But that was preferable to making eye contact with this proud, incorrigible man with his dark, hard, evil eyes. I have only seen eyes like that on a couple of other people in my life.”
Celia continues, “after Sargant left the ward, the nurses would start preparing the horrors he had prescribed for the day – the electro-convulsive therapy. Friends have asked what it was like to have electrodes put either side of your skull before huge surges of power were fired through your brain, while you squirmed and wrestled and shrieked and moaned and dribbled into the pillow. But the truth is I don’t remember. I do, however, remember vividly watching the woman in the next bed when it was her turn to be assaulted in the name of health. I remember every sight, sound and smell. The huge rubber plug jammed between her teeth; the strange almost silent cry, like a sigh of pain; the shuddering contortions and jerky gyrations of the tormented body; the scent of burning hair and flesh.” Celia also claims to recall “being given massive doses, three tumblers a day, of Largactil, an anti-psychotic drug. The effect of this drug was startling. My hands shook uncontrollably for most of the day and I’d wake up to find clumps of my hair on the pillow. But the worst consequence was that everything I saw was multiplied by four. When Sargant came into the room, I saw four of him. It was horrific and terrifying. Even simple tasks such as picking up a glass of water became impossible. The drugs had turned me into a victim. As she increased the dosage one day, I overheard one nurse saying to her senior that I was exhibiting a ‘dangerous resistance’ to the drugs. Dangerous for whom, I wonder? Who could tell in that terrible place where, as far as I can see, the truly insane were the workers rather than the patients. Sargant used to say that every dog has his breaking point – the eccentrics just took longer. I suppose my ‘dangerous resistance’ was what he was talking about. I like to think that I was one of those eccentric dogs he did not manage to break. Many years later, I went with friends to see a film called Coma. It was a second-rate thriller starring Michael Douglas and Genevieve Bujold, in which Bujold discovers a ward full of patients suspended in hammocks in drug-induced comas… my friends were laughing at the silliness of the plot, but I had the shakes and it took me some days to recover. They probably thought I was coming down with something. In fact, it wasn’t until years later that I saw the link and realised why that film had upset me so deeply.” With regards to sleep-induced treatments, that, as mentioned earlier here, Sargant administered, Celia remembers, in her words, “the famous Narcosis Room.” This was “a ward where patients were forced into a drug-induced sleep for days while tapes played instructions to them from under the pillow. Whenever I have been asked about Sargant’s Narcosis Room, I can describe it perfectly. I used to sneak out of the ward to peer through the portholes in the swing doors, and gaze at dead-looking women lying on the floor on grey mattresses, silent in a kind of electrically induced twilight. When people ask if ever I spent any time inside, I used to reply ‘no’, for I do not remember that ever happening. But it recently occurred to me that everyone, in order to be put into the Narcosis Room, would first be drugged and that although I saw many women come back to the ward from there, I never saw any patient emerge from the place awake. You went in asleep and you came out asleep. I don’t think anyone who was treated by Sargant’s sleep therapy was at any time aware of going in or coming out of that room. While inside, you were totally unconscious. So maybe I was in the Narcosis Room. I could not possibly know. It is probable, I realise now, that I did go in. Like the electric shocks, I presume it definitely happened to me, though I can only recall it happening to others. I was certainly injected with huge doses of insulin. These injections are now understood to be one of the methods Sargant used to kick-start his sleep-therapy process. I cannot know whether his mind-control methods worked on me as I do not know what the tape-recordings under my pillow were telling me to do. Some years back, I tried to find my hospital records, to see whether I could find out the limits of my treatment and if I had been in the Narcosis Room. I wanted to know the exact instructions on the tape constantly playing under my pillow, Sargant’s wishes drummed relentlessly into my young, unconscious brain. Unfortunately, my search was in vain. When Sargant left St Thomas’, he illegally took away all his patients’ records. By the time of his death in 1988, every single piece of paperwork about his inhumane treatment of us, the human guinea-pigs, had been destroyed. So I will never know the absolute truth.” If Paul McCartney was, as posited by Redwel Trabant, the subject of sleep-hypnosis under the control of Richard Asher, then was his alleged colleague, William Sargant, someone who perhaps taught/guided him in the technique? Maybe it’s worth noting that the ‘mind-bender General’ had during his life reported and commented quite a lot on the effect of music on the mind. In his 1957 book, ‘Battle for the Mind,’ he states, “recordings of the human brain show that it is particularly sensitive to rhythmic stimulation by percussion and bright light among other things and certain rates of rhythm can build up recordable abnormalities of brain function and explosive states of tension sufficient even to produce convulsive fits in predisposed subjects. Furthermore, it is easier to disorganise the normal function of the brain by attacking simultaneously with several strong rhythms played in different tempos.” Sargant, we’re informed, paid up-close and personal attention to the way in which African culture dealt with matters of health related to both body and mind. In his book, ‘The Mind Possessed,’ he describes “a healing ceremony” in the Zambian city of Lusaka, again mentioning the power of rhythm. He claims, “I noticed with interest that one of the patients seemed to be much too deeply depressed for it to be possible to excite him with drumming or send him into collapse or make him suggestible. He had a tired melancholic appearance and was sitting listlessly on the ground. We then watched him being drummed and drummed, with a large number of people surrounding him, trying to get him to respond. Finally, after a long delay, he did start to twitch and jerk; he gradually became more and more excited, and ended up in a nervous collapse. In other words, they had been able, by drumming, to induce a state of excitement leading on to a nervous collapse, which I felt would have been much more easily achieved by electric shock treatment. I gathered that this patient would have the same drumming treatment twice a day until he was completely recovered. Two other girls, also being treated, went more quickly into trance and dissociation, and the drumming continued until they fell to the ground.”
With regards to “disassociation,” earlier in this article, if you recall, I included Vigilant Citizen’s comment that the 19th century story, Alice in Wonderland, by author Lewis Carroll, is a “classic MK tale” that “represents the disassociated slaves’ perception of reality while they are being programmed through trauma.” In December 1966, British broadcaster, the BBC, screened a TV adaption of the old tale that starred acting heavyweights Peter Sellers, Sir John Gielgud and Sir Michael Redgrave. It was directed, produced and adapted for television by Jonathan Miller, the stage-director, author, co-member of the seminal 1960s satirical comedy-group, ‘Beyond the Fringe,’ and, son of the previously-mentioned Emanuel Miller. In fact, like his father, he’s a fully-qualified doctor, and he trained under, would you believe, his dad’s alleged colleague, Richard Asher.
A sequence in the Alice in Wonderland TV adaptation is said to have been shot at what’s been described as once having been the UK’s largest military hospital in the UK, the ‘Royal Victoria,’ also known as, Netley, near the English city of Southampton. Built in the 1800s, it treated casualties from the Crimean War as well as WW1 and Two and, would you know it, is thought to have possibly been the location for MK ULTRA-type tests with LSD on human guinea-pigs during the 1950s, if not – it’s claimed – a place where recipients of Acid-induced treatment were taken to after the actual experiments had been carried out at Porton Down research-centre, a Government-controlled location that most certainly has conducted such tests, and that has been mentioned in this article a few paragraphs earlier with regards to William Sargant, alleged co-colleague, of course, of Richard Asher and Jonathan Miller’s father, Emanuel, who, you might be interested to know, is said to have worked at Netley during the 1940s. Information linking this hospital with Governmental/military mind-bending/altering Acid experimentation is featured in the book, ‘Albion Dreaming: A Popular History of LSD in Britain,’ by Andy Roberts. Perhaps you won’t be surprised to discover that he mentions Porton Down quite often in it, and is it any wonder? LSD was administered to unsuspecting British Royal Marine commandos there, in a mock war/battle setting, in order to test its effects on their soldiering abilities. He writes of an “anecdote” that “suggests that Netley Military Hospital in Southampton might have been used to treat those who didn’t recover quickly from the effects of LSD” after taking part in such an experiment. He goes on…
Brigadier John McGhie was colonel-commander of Netley during the Fifties and Sixties. He would often take his nephew, Robert Owen, with him when he carried out his daily round of the wards. The young boy was shocked by the sights and sounds he witnessed, at first believing the sufferers to be mentally ill. His uncle told him these unfortunate soldiers were “…victims of chemical experiments, such as LSD, from both grenade-canisters and artillery-shells, ‘to see what effect they had on the human mind in a battle situation.’” It also seems probable that servicemen were being used as human guinea-pigs in LSD experiments at Netley.
Roberts then quotes “LSD psychotherapist, Ronnie Sandison.” He was a former trainee at South London’s Maudsley Hospital, where William Sargant was working for a time, and at Tavistock Clinic, reportedly, Emanuel Miller’s old stomping ground of course. In Andy’s book, Sandison’s reported to have said, “I believe LSD was used at Netley, but I have no details of who was involved.” It’s reported that parts of Netley were damaged by fire and fell into disrepair in the early to mid-1960s and were closed. Apparently, in Jonathan Miller’s Alice in Wonderland, we see the hospital in sequences where Alice runs to follow the White Rabbit…This too…In reviewing and explaining the Alice in Wonderland TV adaption, author, Kate Bassett, in her Jonathan Miller biography – that was written and researched with his personal input – and titled, I think you might be interested to know, ‘In Two Minds,’ she draws our attention to “the endless corridor which Alice runs”…Miller’s “Alice seems to hear voices in her head,” Barrett states. Is she “losing her mind?… She keeps sensing she has changed, says that she’s not sure who she is anymore…” Kate also comments, interestingly I think, that the TV depiction may “be haunted by memories of” Emanuel’s wife and Jonathan’s mother, Betty, who “ended her days” in a mental-hospital, dying, it’s noted in the biography, “only the winter before the film was made.” Almost a decade earlier, Richard Asher’s daughter, Jane – when she was a child actress – appeared in a stage-version of the story and also starred in an audio presentation for vinyl LP.
Now, a question you might like to ask me is, why on earth would Dr. Richard Asher want to feed Paul McCartney’s head with a song whilst he’s sleeping? Well, I dunno… maybe for no other reason than to find out if he could successfully do it. I’m led to perceive from what I’ve read about the man that he possessed an enquiring mind, so, looking at it from that perspective… he might’ve thought to himself, ‘why not?’ However, in an upcoming article to be posted here in the not-too-distant future – most certainly some time in 2019 – I’ll be re-examining this within the much wider context of The Beatles’ effect on the cultural landscape of the 1960s, which was of course, monumental, and it might leave you with the impression, if not the belief, that Asher’s tampering with McCartney’s sleeping head – if it did indeed happen – was part and parcel of something far, far bigger than him merely satisfying his curious, enquiring mind.
Tickets are now on sale ahead of the imminent return to the big-screen of The Beatles’ 1968 animated movie, ’Yellow Submarine.’ To mark its 50th anniversary, it’ll be shown in cinemas in the UK and Ireland on 8th July. That’s the month it’s set to hit theatres in the US too, although no exact day has been announced apparently. From what I can gather, details at this point in time regarding its release in America are a bit sketchy. Regardless of when it’s out though, we’re being promised an all-improved visual and sonic experience of the film, should we go see it. According to the Beatles official website, ‘Beatles.com,’ audiences will get “glorious surround-sound with the groundbreaking animation presented in stunningly re-mastered 4k. Looking and sounding better than ever before…”
Now, forgive me if you know this already, but, for the benefit of any that don’t…
In the film, an underwater paradise by the name of ‘Pepperland’ is invaded by the music-hating Blue Meanies who, with their helpers the ever faithful ‘terrible flying Glove’ and the Apple Bonkers, transform it from a colourful land of happiness into a grey, barren, depressing and inhospitable environment. Determined to restore it to its former beauty and to rid it of its captors, a sailor by the name of ‘Old Fred’ escapes from there in a yellow submarine and then travels to Liverpool where he successfully persuades John, Paul, George and Ringo to hop on board, to join him on his return and help him end the invaders‘ rule. The sub then embarks on a surreal journey going through the Sea of Time, the Sea of Science, the Sea of Monsters, the Sea of Nothing, the Foothills of the Headlands, the Sea of Holes and the Sea of Green before arriving in Pepperland where, eventually, the reign of the Blue Meanies and their helpers is brought to an end through a combination of positivity, Love and the musical talents of John, Paul, George and Ringo.
Below is the official trailer for the ‘new, improved’ version of the film…
An official ‘FaceBook’ page about the movie’s oncoming release can be found here:
Given that the movie’s about to be re-released, I thought it might be quite a good idea, and, above all, timely, to post-up a chat I recorded in 2012 with symbologist Robert Richard D. Hieronimus Ph.D. about the occult symbolism that he can see permeating throughout the film. The conversation was published on my ‘YouTube’ channel ’ConspiroTV’ and my blog ‘Conspiro Media’ to coincide with the issuing back then of Yellow Submarine on DVD and Blu-ray. You can hear it further on down the page. First though, here’s the article that came with it – this is a slightly edited, revamped version for 2018:
In 2002, artist, author, researcher and radio-host Robert Richard Hieronimus Ph.D. released the book ‘Inside the Yellow Submarine: The Making of The Beatles Animated Classic.’ Dubbed “an indispensable companion to the movie,” it not only features exclusive interviews with all the principle creators of the film and an intricate account of the details behind the making of it, but also a unique analysis of the esoteric, symbolic aspects within the movie itself. In fact, the occult archetypes that Hieronimus believes are bubbling beneath the Yellow Submarine’s waters are what initially sparked his interest in the movie. Given his life-long devotion and interest in symbols and ancient knowledge it should hardly come as a surprise either. In 1969, he founded the ‘AUM,’ America’s first state-approved school of esoteric studies which granted certificates in the occult sciences, mystic arts and religious metaphysics. In 1981, he received his Ph.D. for the doctoral thesis, ‘An Historic Analysis of the reverse of the American Great Seal and It’s Relationship to the Ideology of Humanistic Psychology.’ Furthermore, his research on the Great Seal of the United States has been used in the speeches, literature and libraries of the White House, the US State Department and the Department of Interior. A member of “a number of secret societies,” his expert knowledge and understanding of symbols and the occult has led to regular TV appearances in a number of documentaries and/or news-shows on the BBC, the Discovery Channel, the History Channel, the SyFy Channel and FoxNews (to name a few). He’s also an artist, having established a long career as a muralist and painter. His occult and symbolic murals include a 2,700 square-foot work known as ‘Apocalypse,’ which was completed during 1968-1969 at the John Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland. Another of his works, the ’Historic Views of Baltimore 1752-1857,’ is now housed in Maryland’s War Memorial Building…
Speaking exclusively to Conspiro Media, Hieronimus talked about the impact the Yellow Submarine movie had on him after first watching it back in 1968. He said, “when I started to see all of the symbols in the film… I thought to myself, ‘these Beatles are brilliant! They are Multi-Levelled, they’re Multi-Consciousness, and it seems to me whoever it was… that thought up this movie was multiple genius!’”
In an article on his website 21stCenturyRadio.com, Hieronimus explores some of the symbols in the film and any possible hidden meanings:
The very title of the film can be seen to represent the act of creation, or creativity. Throughout history Yellow has been used to symbolise the sun, fire, spirit or mental activity. It represents an active, outer-directed, centrifugal force, or masculine energy, expansion. Submarine could be considered a symbol for matter or the body. It is necessarily linked to the symbol of water, which throughout history has been considered representational of lunar or feminine energy. It is a passive, intuitive, centripetal force. The submarine is also something that dwells within, hidden and internal rather than external and obvious. By combining the two words “Yellow” and “Submarine”, one can see a pairing of opposites or a balance between spirit and body, sun and moon, or a uniting of male and female, which is an obvious symbol for the act of creation that produces a unity or oneness.
BEATLES AND BEETLES There is an ancient Egyptian beetle-headed god, named Khepera, who represented the rising or morning sun. To the Egyptians, the beetle or scarab was an all important symbol of profound meaning.
Khepera was among the original creation gods in Egyptian mythology, and like the rising sun with which he is identified, he was said to be self-created, born of his own substance. The scarab was held as a symbol of resurrection and fertility as beetles were believed to be the incarnation of Khepera. Beetle amulets were worn to attract the power of this god and secure his protection.Khepera is also shown as the “generator” god with a beetle-head seated in the phantom or “spirit” boat, like the “Sunboat of Ra”, the Egyptian Sun God. Many other deities also had their “spirit” boats. Note the parallel between The Beatles afloat in a “Yellow Submarine” and the creator god Khepera with a beetle-head seated in a “spirit” or Sun boat.
There is no reason to believe that whoever came up with the name “The Beatles” was consciously intending to link their name with the Egyptian god of rebirth, but conscious or not, they chose a name which reflected what they were to accomplish – the act of creation. Later in life, John Lennon is reported to have become interested in world mythologies and especially in Egyptian magic. He may have begun to realise that symbols carry psychic energy even when they have not been consciously selected. Some might say synchronicity (meaningful coincidences) played a role in the naming of the most revered Rock and Roll group in history. Like attracts like.
THE HERO’S JOURNEY: SEPARATION, INITIATION AND RETURN The storyline of Yellow Submarine lends itself easily to a comparison of what Joseph Campbell referred to as the “Monomyth” or the Hero’s Journey. There are three stages to the Monomyth that are used to describe the evolution of the hero: separation, initiation and return. During separation, Campbell explains that the individual rejects the social order and retreats inward or regresses. He reassesses his beliefs and moves toward the centre of his being. The second stage of initiation marks a clarification of his difficulties and an encounter with dark and terrifying forces. The candidate is victorious over them and feels fulfilled, harmonised, and whole. In the third stage of return, the hero is reborn into the physical world and applies the knowledge he has gained to the world he lives in. He rejects his self-serving and self-centring tendencies and shares his “treasure”, or new awareness, with the rest of society. The hero has become self-actualised, and he dedicates himself to a task outside of himself, serving society.
THE YELLOW SUBMARINE FOLLOWS THE HERO’S JOURNEY Separation: The yellow submarine with Fred aboard leaves Pepperland (from a pyramid-like launch-pad) in search of help.
They travel to Liverpool, which can be translated as “the pool of life”, where they are joined by four more heroes and they embark for Pepperland, completing the separation stage.
Initiation: The now five heroes must pass through the seas of illusion, symbolising the selfish desire worlds of sensations, passions, instincts and the beast within. In Nowhere Land they encounter the Boob who fixes the engine and joins the team, bringing the number of heroes up to six, suggesting a reference to humanities sixth sense.
It is the balance of energies and its six member crew that allow the yellow submarine to travel safely through the seas of illusion and escape from the vengeance of the Blue Meanies.
Return: The sub returns and brings music and love back to Pepperland, where the heroes transform their enemies into friends. They share their new awareness with the rest of society by combining music with the words: “All you need is love.” Ageless wisdom teachings and creation mythologies from all around the world describe how life was formed in the universe through a cosmic sea. The yellow submarine can be seen as a vehicle that travels through the ethers of these waters. It achieves its goal by one person going out in the sub into the world of matter, leaving the beleaguered paradise, the utopia of Pepperland, and going into the physical world, obtaining help (The Beatles and The Boob), then returning to share the wisdom gained by the experience that “all you need is love” and music. While not the conscious intention of its Co-Creators or Lennon and McCartney, it could be why this film appeals so strongly to so many of us.
You can read Hieronimus’ article in its entirety here:
As the closing paragraph of the above article suggests, Hieronimus isn’t wholly convinced that The Beatles played an active role in implanting occult symbols or hidden meanings into the film. He told ‘Conspiro Media,’ “the truth was, they had nothing to do with it. All they did was create four songs because they were required to – to put in the film. They were never really interested in this film until they got to see some of the final work and then they fell in love with it. And then they wanted to be involved, but it was just too late to put their real stamp on it from that standpoint.”
What about the movie’s producer, Al Brodax or director, George Dunning? Can they offer any explanation for some of the movie’s most intriguing images, such as the Mayan/Aztec-type pyramid with its yellow submarine capstone? Or what about the team of writers and animators? Did they consciously set out to create a film with hidden meanings and esoteric imagery? Well… apparently not. All the key crew members have maintained there was no deliberate attempt to implant hidden allegorical themes within the movie. Yellow Submarine art designer Heinz Edelmann told Robert Hieronimus during interviews for his landmark ‘Submarine‘ book, “I knew that part of my subconscious would go into these things, but I chose to disregard that. I simply did not want to know what’s happening. I mean, otherwise, I couldn’t have done the work. I simply chose not to know what subconscious influences and things went into the work.” Animation director Bob Balser told Hieronimus, “many times it’s very interesting when somebody does something, and they have somebody else look at it, and freely see or analyse it. I know that a lot of little kids look at Yellow Submarine and just love it. It works on so many levels… it was a synergy between all of these creative people coming together. It’s something I never really thought about until this moment…” But what about the movie’s animation director, Jack Stokes? What was he suggesting when he told Hieronimus, “I don’t think there’s any different (meanings). There are one or two little types, I suppose you might say, in there…“ Was he implying that there may indeed have been a few conscious attempts to include hidden sub-texts within the movie? He continued, “it’s kind of an adventure story. I mean, the first part was basically a travelogue, and the second part was an adventure story. If you would like to think about ‘Lord of the Rings‘, or something of this sort, it’s really, basically, the same thing.” Interestingly, it’s been widely reported that The Beatles were so keen to appear in a movie version of Lord of the Rings, that they approached the director of ‘2001: A Space Odyssey,’ Stanley Kubrick, to take on the project, but he’s said to have dismissed their idea as ‘un-filmable’ due to the immensity of the story. So I’m informed, John Lennon was a great fan of the Space Odyssey film, which was released in April 1968, just three months before Yellow Submarine.
Hieronimus – in the main – doesn’t believe that the team behind the making of the Yellow Submarine were consciously attempting to communicate an esoteric message via the use of occult symbology. In a 2008 article for ‘Octopus’s Garden’ magazine he wrote, “is it unfair to interpret symbolic meaning in The Beatles’ Yellow Submarine film when most of the co-creators swear there was no time for such deep thinking? Perhaps. And yet, interpret we always seem to do with the Beatles, as if we can’t help it. It is my contention that a force greater than those who co-created Yellow Submarine, greater even than the Beatles, was at work on this project.”
Of course, it’s no big secret that The Beatles were interested in esoteric subject matter. The song ‘Tomorrow Never Knows’ from their ‘Revolver’ album was inspired by the Timothy Leary book ‘The Psychedelic Experience: A Manual Based on the Tibetan Book of the Dead,’ and George Harrison wrote ‘The Inner Light’ after reading passages from the Chinese classic text ‘Tao Te Ching.’ It’s widely known that John Lennon was a voracious reader. He’s said to have had an interest in a wide variety of subjects including ancient history, religion and the occult. During the 1970s, he visited the pyramids of Egypt.
When it comes to The Beatles and the occult, it’s perhaps not too much of a stretch to suggest with some certainty that most culture commentators and historians within the mainstream have given the impression that the band were first introduced to the esoteric by the well-to-do intellectuals and spiritual gurus they came into contact with from the mid-’60s onwards, once worldwide fame was assured. However, I think there’s strong evidence to indicate that, actually, their fascination with ancient mysteries and the occult goes back much further, back to their days in Liverpool when they were still struggling, penniless young musicians barely out of school and when the word “Beatles” was yet to be uttered. How or where, at such an early age, did they acquire such knowledge and how does this connect (if at all) to the occult symbolism in the Yellow Submarine movie? The details surrounding this intriguing and overlooked episode in the Beatles’ story is discussed in the Conspiro Media chat with Robert Hieronimus as well as some of the occult symbols hiding in plain sight within the film. He also talks about his long and often rocky dealings with The Beatles’ company, ‘Apple,’ and the friendly and fruitful relationships he’s forged over the years with some of The Beatles’ trusted inner circle including the band’s long-time PR man Derek Taylor and famed record producer Sir George Martin (who contributed the introduction to Robert’s celebrated Yellow Submarine book). He relives the night when he successfully assembled together most of the original crew members of the movie for a 30th anniversary reunion TV special at the BBC’s legendary Maida Vale Studios, and he also talks about the “genius” of Yellow Submarine art designer Heinz Edelmann who died in 2009. However, the interview begins with memories of his early days as an album-cover and poster designer with ‘Elektra Records’ when he shared his knowledge of occult symbols with some of the biggest names in Rock music history, including Jimi Hendrix.
** The conversation was recorded on June 26th 2012
Check out Hieronimus’ website, 21st Century Radio, here:
Christine Keeler, who died a couple of months ago (Dec ‘17) at the age of 75 and who was, in 1963, the showgirl and “prostitute” at the centre of a Cold War-flavoured scandal thanks to her liaisons with a top-ranking British politician and Russian military-man, is not only considered widely to have contributed to the bringing down of the UK Conservative Party Government of the early ‘60s as a result of it, but to have been a harbinger and personified symbol of what came directly after; the ‘swinging Sixties.’ She’s been described as the first shot in the cultural youth explosion in music, fashion, cinema, photography, and, sexual permissiveness. Back then, when Britain’s media first began to report publicly on claims Keeler had been having sex with the British Secretary of State for War as well as a Soviet naval attaché and alleged KGB spy, the country was still, it’s said, living in a black & white, gloomy, buttoned-up and stuffy post-World War II existence. The decade had yet to enter the technicolour era of mini-skirts, the pill and ‘free love.’ In a 2013 documentary, Mandy Rice-Davies, an old showgirl friend of Christine’s and who became embroiled in the scandal as well, said of those days back in the early Sixties when the swinging was yet to begin, “if I fancied somebody (and) somebody fancied me – we went to bed… I felt I was part of the vanguard movement into the more liberal future.” When she and Keeler were first making waves in the British media back in those black & white days of ‘63, Beatlemania, another part of that “vanguard movement” that Mandy said she belonged to, was in its first flushes… That ‘swing’ in the Sixties that Christine, and The Beatles, are credited with ushering in was about to happen. But is that where any connection to her and the band, or the scandal, ends? I did wonder that as I reflected on her death a couple of months ago of the lung disease COPD, and prior to getting to work on this article. I’m aware that in the centre of this world that swung, Pop-stars, fashion-models, and film-actors not only partied and rubbed shoulders with politicians, royalty, the aristocracy and gangsters, but young showgirls. With that in mind, how likely is it that Christine knew The Beatles personally, and if so, to what degree? This is what I asked myself prior to putting this piece together for the website.
And so, I did a bit of digging and it became apparent fairly soon on in and throughout the remainder of my search too that both Keeler and the band were indeed inhabitants of a small world.
Below, are the results of what I discovered, interspersed with a condensed account of the scandal, how it came to be, and the characters involved as well as some of the other people who were close in contact with them. I think it’s important to include all this, especially for the benefit of anyone reading this who’s unfamiliar with what is said to have happened back then. There is merit in highlighting this scandal given its magnitude and its nature, and which has yet to be resolved (if ever). If we’re to believe what occurred, it touched into almost the very heart of what we’ve been led to understand secretly goes on in the world of the controlling, so-called ‘elites,’ the Establishment. If The Beatles were connected, then I feel it’s worth taking a look at it. This website is, after all, about the ‘hidden’ elements of the band and its members.
As you’ll find, the so-called ‘Profumo affair’ and its protagonists and bit-part players, whether alleged or otherwise, makes for an intriguing if not all-none-too surprising mix. There’s an adulterous politician, one or maybe two spies, a member of the aristocracy, and at least a couple of the British royal family. Also, throw in some freemasonry (possibly), occult rituals (possibly), and references to magick.
The roots of the scandal, depending on what source you read, reach back to 1961 or 1959, when Christine was working as a showgirl at a club in Soho, London with Mandy Rice-Davies. It’s there Keeler was introduced to Stephen Ward an osteopath in the city and whose clients included, we’re told, Winston Churchill, Elizabeth Taylor, Frank Sinatra, and American industrialist Paul Getty.
The son of a vicar and public-school educated, “Stephen… was erudite and witty with an easy charm: By the standards of the day, he was also dangerous: He loved the company of women and took not a blind bit of notice of the prevailing moral code,” Mandy once recalled. Christine eventually moved in with Ward and they divided their time between living in London or a rented cottage within the grounds of the Cliveden Estate situated in the English county of Buckinghamshire and belonging to William Waldorf Astor II, 3rd Viscount Astor of the Astor dynasty, one of the ‘elite’ bloodline families. He was a friend and a client of Ward, who was living in the waterside property for practically free of charge. “Stephen paid Bill Astor only £1 a year in nominal rent. In return, Bill got the talent of Stephen’s hands, which had first cured him after a hunting accident in 1950,” claims Keeler in her 2012 autobiography, ‘Secrets and Lies.’
Although she and Stephen lived together, her relationship with him was, she often claimed, platonic. Almost like a marriage without the sex. “I was used to men liking me but there was a subtext which involved me getting my clothes off. The difference with Stephen was that he wanted me to sleep with other people… Powerful people. Stephen Ward was a spymaster who befriended hosts of prominent and powerful people in the British Government, aristocracy… With associates, he lured many of them into compromising situations.” On the weekend of the 8th and 9th July 1961, Ward and Christine attended what’s said to have been a dinner-party at Bill Astor’s main Cliveden residence. It was there she met the British Secretary of State for War, John Profumo. Most accounts of this event you’ll come across declare that it was Stephen that introduced them. But this is not the version you’ll read in the foreword of Secrets and Lies. It claims the “introduction was made by Astor.”
The married cabinet-minister is said to have been attracted greatly to Keeler on their introduction and eventually the two embarked on a short-term affair, usually meeting at a flat she shared with Ward in London. During the same period, Christine, it’s said, had also been involved in sexual relations with Yevgeny Ivanov, a senior Russian naval attaché at London’s Soviet Embassy. He too attended the Cliveden weekend, and met Profumo there. Anthony Summers, Pulitzer Prize-winning writer and author of the book, ‘The Secret Worlds of Stephen Ward: Sex, Scandal and Deadly Secrets in the Profumo Affair,’ has been quoted as suggesting that MI5, at that time, “quickly identified Ivanov as a Soviet intelligence-officer using diplomatic cover, a common practise worldwide.” Yevgeny was a good friend of Ward’s and regularly attended parties at the osteopath’s cottage, and, flat in London, which is where the Russian initially became acquainted with Keeler and Rice-Davies… A triangle connecting a showgirl, a British Government minister, and Soviet spy had been created. This was a Cold War-era political and national-security scandal in the making.
According to the book The Secret Worlds of Stephen Ward, some weeks prior to the Cliveden gathering, Ward said to Ivanov during a conversation, “what would happen to a Russian in Moscow who had an Englishman for a friend?” His friend replied, “oh, he’d be visited pretty soon by the Secret Service, just like you will be here.” Stephen dismissed this. “Nonsense,” he said. The Russian retorted, “oh yes you will.” And – the book goes on – indeed he was. Within a week of that prediction, on June 8th – exactly a month before the weekend gathering at Cliveden took place – “Ward received a telephone-call from the (British) War Office asking the osteopath if he would mind meeting ‘our Mr. Woods’ for ‘a little chat.’ ‘Woods’ was Keith Wagstaffe, an MI5 officer working for DI(a) Operations, a section of the counter-intelligence branch. Wagstaffe in turn then called Ward… Before calling, Wagstaffe had read an informant report noting that Ward ‘was… inclined to be against the government… At some time or other Ward had been declared bankrupt, and he is also believed to have been involved in a call-girl racket.’ Ward agreed to meet with Wagstaffe, and the two men lunched together in Marylebone (London). Wagstaffe openly acknowledged his affiliation to MI5. He said his people had ‘noticed’ Ward’s friendship with Ivanov. When Ward asked whether they had any objection, Wagstaffe replied, according to Ward, ‘none at all…’ Wagstaffe wanted to know what sort of questions the Soviet attaché had been asking, Ward recalled. ‘I put his mind at rest at once. Ivanov had never sought any guarded information.’ Wagstaffe told him, ‘if anything should happen that you feel we should know about, I want you to contact me immediately.’ Wagstaffe’s contact-report read: ‘Ward… was completely open about his association with Ivanov… Ward asked whether it was all right for him to continue to see Ivanov. I replied there was no reason why he should not. He then said that, if there was any way in which he could help, he would be very ready to do so. I thanked him for his offer and asked him to get in touch with me should Ivanov at any time in the future make any propositions to him… Despite the fact that some of his political ideas are certainly peculiar and are exploitable by the Russians, I do not think he is of security interest, but he is obviously not a person we can make any use of.’” The book’s author argues that, on the contrary, Ward probably was “of interest” and had been deliberately, and unwittingly, brought together with Ivanov in the first place by British intel services in a meeting not of pure chance but design. The two are said to have been introduced to each other over lunch in January 1961 by Colin Coote not only then-editor of the British broadsheet the ‘Daily Telegraph’ but, it’s claimed, a secret-intelligence officer. Anthony Summers has suggested that Wagstaffe’s previously mentioned contact-report had been “doctored” in the wake of the Profumo scandal in order to distance MI5 from any active involvement with Ward. Also, the agent’s lunch with the osteopath was, effectively, a bluff to fool Ivanov. “Not to have contacted Ward at this point,” the author argues, “would have seemed a suspicious omission… because it seemed the natural development Ivanov had in fact predicted.” Geoffrey Robertson, a British/Australian QC who’s looked into the Profumo scandal, has stated that MI5 had indeed recruited Ward. Furthermore, “there is evidence that the reason MI5 recruited Ward was to help ‘turn’” Ivanov. “A high-level decision was taken by its officials in early June 1961 to ask Ward’s help, at least to keep an eye on Ivanov to defect.” Stephen “later reported to them some details of the relationships between Profumo and Keeler and Ivanov and Keeler. Ward was being useful to the security-services, which were seriously considering a ‘defection’ operation, and MI5 has now admitted, in its ‘authorised’ history published in 2009, that Ward was being used by the (British) Foreign Office as a back channel to pass information through Ivanov to the Soviets.” However, the details surrounding the scandal and the events leading up to it have never been entirely clear. This is due to the fact that many of the official documents connected to it have never been released publicly and other ones have been locked away in an embargo that – at the time of publishing this article – will last for another 46 years (this has resulted in speculation as to the potentially explosive contents in these documents, explosive enough, perhaps, that they might threaten the very stability of Britain’s so-called ‘ruling classes,’ bringing about damaging consequences on the current government and those higher up as well as the outing of prominent, world-known – and still-living – public figures). Additionally, some people’s versions of events differ to others’. For example, if we’re to believe what Keeler has claimed, then it would appear that Ward wasn’t working with MI5 to have Ivanov ‘turned’ as Robertson has stated, but was seeking to attain, in a classically covert fashion, secret Government information from Profumo. In an article on the news-website ‘MailOnline’ from 2013, and which was published with Christine’s participation, it’s said, “Ward asked her to find out ‘through pillow-talk’ with Profumo, when nuclear warheads were going to Germany. Furthermore, she contends that Profumo’s briefcase was stuffed with ‘sensitive’ information which Ward was able to filch while she distracted the War Minister in the bedroom. Ward, she further claims, set her up with Ivanov so that she could be blamed for transmitting the secrets if word got out.” Christine has also been quoted as saying, “I was a spy and I am not proud of it, the truth is that I betrayed my country.” So, what was Ward? A KGB agent – working with, perhaps, Ivanov. Or was he MI5? Or maybe he was both? Furthermore, assuming Keeler’s claims are correct, could it be the secret data he wanted her to steal from Profumo wasn’t either for the British or Soviet governments necessarily, but for his own, to give to the highest bidder? One source quoted in Anthony Summer’s book and who claims to have been close to Ward at that time, has suggested that Stephen’s covert activities were at the behest of his landlord and client Bill Astor, a former Tory MP and then-serving member of the House of Lords. Meanwhile, some researchers believe the osteopath was working to actively discredit Profumo and, in turn, the British Conservative Government, thus paving the way for the eventual General Election victory of the Left-wing Labour Party in 1964. It has been said by some of those who knew Ward that his political views did veer to some degree or another towards socialist/communistic ones. If that is true, it could be possible that Stephen was, as I mentioned earlier, working with Ivanov covertly in some capacity. Concerns surrounding Ward’s relationship with Yevgeny were, we’re told, brought to the attention of John Profumo long before the scandal went public. British civil servant Sir Norman Brook, it’s claimed, met with the politician some time in mid-1961 and warned him that he should be careful of his association with the osteopath as it was feared he was passing on information to the Russian. Following this warning, it’s said the Government minister broke off his affair with Keeler in a letter that, ultimately, would contribute to his downfall just under two years later and that’s been dubbed, the ‘darling letter.’ Part of it reads:
In great haste because I can get no reply from your phone – alas something’s blown up tomorrow night… Blast it. Please take care of yourself…
So then… Wondering when references to The Beatles are going to get a look-in in this narrative?… Well… Not long now… Hang on…
For a time, Christine Keeler left Ward to become mistress to his friend, the so-called ‘slum landlord’ of London, Peter Rachman who, she claims, bought her “perfumes, nightgowns and jewels.” In ‘Secrets and Lies,’ she states, “his name was a dark shadow over London in the late 1950s and early 1960s. R-A-C-H-M-A-N spelt notoriety. Part of his legacy was to the English language. ‘The Concise Oxford Dictionary’ defines Rachmanism as: ‘Exploitation of slum tenants by unscrupulous landlords. From P. Rachman, London landlord of the early 1960s.’ Peter charged enormous rents for the properties and if there were problems the utilities would be switched off or the drains blocked. He had contacts in the Tory Government including one minister, Ernest Marples, who tipped him off about property.” It’s been claimed his properties were akin to hovels with damp-affected rooms, and – according to an accusation I’ve come across – at least one flat without a toilet. It’s also said if tenants fell into rent arrears they would be persuaded to leave by such means as itching-powder or dead rats left in beds. Eventually, Keeler left Rachman, at which point Rice-Davies became his girlfriend… But was Rachman as unscrupulous and ruthless as he’s been made out to be? He died in November 1962, it’s said, of a heart attack, and just months before the Profumo scandal hit, and which he was connected to by the media thanks to his relations with Christine and Mandy. In 1979, the biography ‘Rachman’ was published, but it wasn’t as damning an indictment as its author, Shirley Green, thought it would be when she first began writing it. In a BBC radio-documentary, she says, “I was in fact quite self consciously trying to think up a nice commercial subject… and I thought, everybody likes to read about a villain – and that’s when I thought of Rachman, and then it just didn’t work out like that because I couldn’t back-up any of the really horrendous stories with any sort of fact. The only tenants I found, had liked him… He let people go without paying the rent – he’d wait until they could pay him, and a man who worked for the estate-agent where Rachman bought many of his houses said Rachman was too soft to be a landlord.” Additionally, the police reportedly investigated Rachman in 1959 for intimidating tenants but couldn’t find any evidence. That’s not to say of course that he was an innocent. Men in positions such as Rachman’s know how to cover their tracks, and that’s what we could be looking at here. However, is it possible that the much-touted reputation of ‘slum landlord’ that has lived on after his death and that the media are said to have pumped-out during the Profumo scandal was a deliberate attempt at discrediting, not only his reputation, but that of Christine’s, Mandy’s, and his friend, Stephen Ward in a bid to cover up/diminish and/or keep public attention deflected away from the involvement in the affair of a Lord, a Government minister, and the British intelligence service? During my research into this article, I came across a blog that claimed Rachman used to have a tape-recorder under his bed at the house he shared with Rice-Davies during the early 1960s. I haven’t been able to corroborate this piece of information, but it did get me to thinking… Why would he do that? The only reason I can come up with is that he was using it to collect ‘pillow-talk’ that could then be used to blackmail, for whatever purpose. Furthermore – I’ll ask – is it possible that Mandy – or indeed Christine – were recorded whilst in bed with Rachman talking about Ward, or Profumo, or Ivanov, or Astor? And, if these claims on the blog are true, what happened to the tape-recorder, and was his death in late 1962 a natural one… or was it helped along in some way to silence him, perhaps in anticipation of the oncoming scandal?
The reason I’ve focused on Rachman here a little is because one of his so-called ‘henchmen’ was the Trinidad-born Michael de Freitas. In ‘Secrets and Lies’ Keeler states, “he was typical of the nastier of Peter’s men; he would carry out orders without question. Michael was a nasty piece of work, a real head-case. He could intimidate you just by being in the same street.” He’s also said to have been a pimp and a property landlord of his own – and, more interestingly for me – he was a key figure within the UK counter-culture of the 1960s working, socialising and liasing closely with the likes of Paul McCartney’s old friend Barry Miles who – during that decade – founded the avant-garde book-shop and art-gallery, ‘Indica’ with Marianne Faithfull’s then-husband John Dunbar as well as Peter Asher brother of English actress Jane Asher who also, of course, was, at the time, the long-term girlfriend of the aforementioned Beatle – who often funded and publicised the Indica (… More about the Ashers later). During the 1960s, de Freitas changed his name to Michael X launching himself as Britain’s equivalent to America’s Malcolm X. But not everyone was convinced. Barry Miles’s former wife, Sue recalls, “Malcolm (X) was probably hot stuff and for real; Michael was a pretty snaky character and he liked frightening people, he specialised in it. Michael wasn’t trying to address himself to the Race issue at all. He was trying to be a big frightening Black man, which he did quite successfully.”
In 1970, he took part in a publicity campaign with John Lennon and Yoko Ono at his ‘Black House’ building situated in Holloway, North London. Launched, it’s said, in 1969, he’s quoted as saying at the time that it was hoped it would act as a “cultural centre where things like a cinema and theatre will happen. There we hope to show the people of the host community what we are really like through our theatre…” Now, there is much that can be written about Michael when it comes to his connection to the Beatle and the counter-culture, but I’ll save that for another time as there’s a lot I’ve yet to still uncover and learn, and much of what I do already know isn’t relevant to this article. I’ll focus here instead on the basics and not veer too far off the Profumo affair. In February ‘70, the newly head-shorn John and Yoko appeared in front of TV and newspaper reporters with Michael and handed over to him a bag of their cut hair so that it could be auctioned to raise money for his Black House, which is where, on the building’s roof, the handing over ceremony took place for the media, and as can be seen in the pic below…
How did this meeting on the roof first come about?… According to the book ‘There’s a Riot Going On’ by Peter Doggett, and written with the co-operation of Yoko and The Beatles’ long-time and trusted PR-man Derek Taylor, “on several occasions in early December 1969, the receptionist at The Beatles’ ‘Apple’ headquarters announced an unexpected visitor for John Lennon…” It was Michael X, who by that time had changed his name yet again, to Michael Abdul Malik. Lennon gave him £10,000 “as advance against the royalties for a book that would be entitled ‘A Black Experience.’ There is no sign that either party ever expected the volume to be completed. According to the Black House treasurer, Terry X (A.K.A. Terry Radix), Lennon laid his hands on a substantial sum in cash, which Terry and Malik collected in a brown paper bag from Yoko at Apple’s office in Savile Row (London). After paying overdue wages to his Black House staff, Malik appears to have pocketed the remainder for his personal use.” In late January ‘69, Lennon informed Malik that he and Yoko would be visiting the Black House in February. “Then he instructed his Press-agent, Derek Taylor, to alert the national papers… Taylor and his Apple assistant, Richard DiLello, duly accompanied the Lennons to the Black House on February 4th 1970. The party climbed up to the Black House roof, where they waited for journalists to arrive. Lennon produced the bag of hair that he and Yoko had collected… and held the contents triumphantly above his head. Malik’s voice faltered as he told the Press that he would have preferred to ‘keep and cherish’ the couple’s hair, but that he intends to auction it. He hoped to raise funds for his organisation which, he claimed, required £120,000 to maintain its community presence.” No money was raised from John and Yoko’s hair. “After auctioneers ‘Sotheby’s’ and ‘Christie’s’ refused to handle the sale of the hair, Malik planned to divide it into thousands of minute portions, each artistically presented in a gift-box. But nobody at the Black House had the patience to carry out such a scheme, and the Lennon’s offering soon lay forgotten on an office shelf. Three days after his abortive PR exercise, the Lennons accompanied Malik on the popular BBC TV programme ‘The Simon Dee Show.’ It was Malik’s only exposure to the mainstream, and it won him few converts. Not that Lennon was abashed. ‘We’re going to do a poster with him, a John and Yoko poster,’ he explained in mid-February. ‘It will have Black and White is beautiful on it, and try to hustle a bit of bread for him. But mainly PR is the thing, showing that Black is beautiful’…” The book later goes on to claim that in late 1970, Malik “nagged” Lennon for “more cash… to stave off the… physical collapse” of the Black House. John and Yoko “discovered that the root of the problem was vandalism, carried out by some of the youths for whom the centre had been intended.” According to a quote I’ve found on the blog ‘DarkestLondon.com,’ and which is attributed to the highly regarded biography of Michael by author John L. Williams (and a book I certainly intend on purchasing and reading soon), “as 1969 turned into 1970, it was becoming obvious that whatever the Black House was, it was not an inspiring oasis of peace and love in the midst of grimy North London. Instead it was an intimidating establishment used as a base for various kinds of illegal activity.” In ‘There’s a Riot Going on,’ Derek Taylor is quoted as saying, “there had been stories of humiliation and torture at the Black House, but I in those times wouldn’t believe anything bad of a ‘radical.’” The book goes on, “similar tales had reached the Metropolitan Police, and Malik was summonsed to appear in court in February 1971, to answer charges of intimidating several former associates.” From what I can gather, this serious brush-in with the authorities relates to the so-called ‘slave collar affair’ which is reported to have involved a Jewish businessman by the name of Marvin Brown who was said to have been enticed to the Black House and made to wear a spiked slave collar around his neck as Malik and his associates threatened him to extort money. For me, the details surrounding this incident and its aftermath are somewhat sketchy, and by that I mean I’ve been unable to locate solid and verifiable enough data as to the exact dates relating to it all although – it’s true – Michael did appear in court to answer the allegations, but much earlier than February ’71. Now, bear with me here because this gruesome episode does connect to Lennon… With regards to a timeline, I’ve come across a page from the stock-photography agency website ‘Alamy’ that reports on the ongoing ‘slave collar’ court-case and quotes the date, June 6th 1970. It also states that the prosecution accused Malik and his gang of making Marvin Brown “wear a slave collar” after which they proceeded to “march him in a room like an animal in an agricultural exhibition… Malik and about 25 to 30 coloured men mocked the businessman…” According to DarkestLondon.com, the incident occurred in April of 1970. It states:
A young Black American actor called Leroy House had been to work at a central London cleaning agency, but after various deductions the pay he received was less than he was expecting. Hearing the complaint, Michael assembled three men from the Black House and went to ‘Clean-A-Flat’ cleaning company in Newburgh Street. They demanded £3 from the owner, 25-year-old Marvin Brown, and when he said he didn’t have any money on him, Michael picked up a bunch of files from his desk and said he could have them back if he came to the Black House with the £3. Brown called the police, and they headed down to the Black House. Backed up by some 25 Black House regulars, Michael told the police to leave as they didn’t have a warrant. Left alone, Brown decided to pay the £3. Instead, Michael told him to come back in 30 minutes, and when he did, a court was assembled – some 30 Black men and Black and White women – and demanded Brown make amends for the way Black people had been treated throughout history. Brown protested that as a Jew, he was also part of a persecuted minority – but no-one was impressed by this. Instead, they put a spiked slave collar on Brown, and marched him round the room until he burst into tears. When some of the women protested, his ordeal stopped and he was given his files back, but Michael then wanted him to pay a fine for bringing the police with him. Brown handed over all the money he had with him – £13… He was then released. The police were waiting outside and Brown told them about his ordeal. A week later, 50 policemen burst into the Black House and arrested everyone who’d been there during the original raid on Brown’s office. All facing trial, Michael decided to flee to Trinidad…
Malik fled to Trinidad in early 1971 after, it’s said, Lennon paid his bail money. That’s a claim that’s been attributed to ‘The John Lennon Encyclopaedia,’ a book compiled by journalist Bill Harry, an old friend of John’s from back in Liverpool where they attended art college together and shared the same flat. If it’s true that the by-then former Beatle did indeed pay for his release, then I must ask; did he know Michael was going to escape the trial once he was let go temporarily on his guarantee, because if he did, that – if I’m not mistaken(?) – classifies Lennon as aiding & abetting. According to a newspaper report I’ve come across dated July 1971, a British judge ordered Malik’s immediate arrest after “he failed to show up in court.” Months earlier, in April 1971, Peter Doggett writes, John and Yoko, following a trip they made to the Virgin Islands, spent a couple of days with Michael in Port of Spain, the capital of Trinidad. He’d set up a new centre – or, what most reports on the internet describe as a ‘commune’ near there on a country-estate he’d leased called ‘Christina Gardens’… It was here, in early 1972, that police unearthed the freshly-buried body of his cousin, Joseph Skerritt and another person during an investigation, reportedly, into a fire that had burned down Malik’s house. Their unearthing led to his arrest, and later that year, he was found guilty of murdering his relative and sentenced to death by hanging. The other corpse was that of Gale Benson, a young, White Englishwoman and the daughter of a former British MP. She’s also said to have been a follower and supporter of the ‘Black Power’ cause, hence her association with Christina Gardens. However, Michael’s associates and henchmen, it’s said, believed her to be an MI6 spy working undercover to destroy their movement. As a result – and on Malik’s orders, allegedly – they killed her by stabbing her repeatedly then pushing her into a shallow grave and burying her alive. When Joseph Skerritt heard about the killing, he attempted to blackmail them, demanding money for not going to the police. In response, we’re told, his cousin Michael led him to a deep pit that had been dug on the property and stabbed him to death before having him buried there. QC Geoffrey Robertson – who was mentioned earlier on in this article for his investigation into the Profumo affair – was a young, newly-qualified lawyer back then and one of his first assignments was representing Malik in the battle to have the death sentence on him overturned, a battle that lasted for about three years or so… And – once again – Lennon was there to help. He and a number of other high-profile figures including, it’s reported, Leonard Cohen, William Burroughs and Dick Gregory became a part of ‘The International Committee to Save Michael X.’ On July 16th 1973, John and Yoko issued a Press-release that stated: “Abdul Malik free spirit and visionary… is scheduled to be hung any day now it is too late to weigh the merits of his innocence or to deny his guilt we know him as a friend and brother. We ask you to do whatever you can to save this man… All life is sacred and there is no room for hatred.” According to Peter Doggett’s book, Lennon also offered to auction off a piano that he’d written several Beatles songs on in a bid to raise money for Malik’s defence… But it was all to no avail… He was hanged in May 1975.
There is speculation that Malik’s execution was used to cover up his involvement, perhaps, in something far bigger than the murder of his cousin, something that connects to the higher echelons of the Establishment. This perhaps has been fuelled by the claim that a Government file on him has been locked up until 2054… Is Lennon featured in it? At this point, I’ll turn the attention to a most fascinating and entertaining British film titled ‘The Bank Job.’ Have you seen it? Released in 2008, it’s a fictional dramatisation of a real-life bank-robbery that occurred in Baker Street in London in September 1971. The robbers are reported to have gotten away with a stash worth millions of pounds, and that they thieved from safety deposit boxes… But, is there actually more to this incident than just that, the official-flavoured version of what we’re told occurred? Written by popular TV-comedy and drama writers Dick Clement and Ian la Frenais, the film connects the heist to the British Secret Service, the illegal porn industry, a member of the House of Lords, as well as Gale Benson, and Malik who, in fact, is one of the central characters in the movie’s narrative. Actor, Jason Statham plays the role of the robbery-gang’s leader. Together, he and his crew tunnel into the bank and raid the boxes for money only to find – to their complete surprise – that a couple of them are filled with sexually explicit and incriminating photographs of Establishment figures. They also find a photo seemingly taken in a street of Michael X standing next to John Lennon (not a ‘real life’ photo mind you, but the movie-makers’ depiction of one, with the roles of John and Michael played by the actors Alan Swoffer and Peter de Jersey respectively). What’s not noted in the film is that pictures of child pornography were found… Well, that’s if we’re to believe what one of the former robbers has anonymously claimed decades after the incident. In an interview in 2008 for the British newspaper/website ‘The Mirror,’ the unnamed source says that he and his fellow gang “realised we had a lot more than we’d bargained for” when they opened up one of the boxes. “What was most disturbing was the child pornography we found. We were disgusted and left it in their open boxes so police could trace the owners.” In 2016, the “close confidante” of a notorious robber who claims to have taken part in the Baker Street heist but who’s never been arrested or charged for it, is reported as saying in The Mirror that the gang “found photographs of a famous (Tory) politician abusing children. The gang were disgusted and left them lying on the floor of the vault for the police to find but nothing was ever done.” Indeed, it’s reported that, days after the robbery, a D-notice was issued, a Government order that forbade the Press from reporting on certain events. A most unusual move for a bank-heist, unless of course some if not all the information in The Bank Job, plus the claims of the alleged former participants in the robbery, are true?… Do you smell a cover-up reaching to the highest heights of the British Establishment?
In the film, the robbers are shocked to discover that they’ve been duped into orchestrating the bank break-in by the Secret Service who’ve implanted an undercover mole within the gang and who’s been tasked with retrieving incriminating photographs of – as it’s described in the film – “a certain royal princess.” The potentially explosive pictures are found stored in a safety deposit box belonging to Malik who’s using the photos as a blackmailing bargaining chip to ensure his immunity from prosecution in Britain for his criminal activities, and also to guarantee his safe return to Trinidad. Unfortunately for him, the authorities get hold of the photographs and, at the end of the film, we see Michael being arrested for Gale Benson’s murder whilst a British Secret Service operative orders the burning down of the house at Christina Gardens.
It’s perhaps no surprise to you that the ‘certain royal princess,’ but whose name isn’t actually revealed in the film, is Queen Elizabeth II’s sister, Margaret. This allegation has been widely speculated on in the mainstream media over the years and, according to an article in The Telegraph from 2008, Ian Clement was personally told about it prior to getting to work on the movie by an individual by the name of George McIndoe who claims to have met at least two of the Baker Street robbers. Meanwhile, the links made in The Bank Job to Malik and the Secret Service are, the writer says, “all conjecture… But what is curious is that I have seen something that says that Michael X’s file is buried until 2054, which is extraordinary. I mean, what the hell he had that was keeping him out of jail, and which was so important that they don’t want it known about… well, it boggles the mind. Even if it was photographs of the royal family, you’d have thought that that wouldn’t have had such a long after-life. But certainly the connection (to Princess Margaret) is a fairly obvious one. And while we’ve become so used to royal scandals since then, in 1971 it would have been a much bigger deal. There was a lot of sensitivity because of the Christine Keeler affair and they didn’t want another scandal dancing around like that. That’s the theory, anyway.”
And so, we find ourselves back with Christine Keeler and the Profumo affair – but the links to the royal family don’t stop here… As well as being a talented and popular osteopath, Stephen Ward was a sketch-artist who’d drawn portraits of a number of well-known figures including, it’s said, the actress Sophia Loren, and – ironically – Harold Macmillan who was Prime Minister at the time of the scandal and of course, who many believe, later relinquished his premiership as a consequence of it. Someone else who posed for a drawing was Princess Margaret, as did her father, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh.
I’ve been led to understand that, back in the 1960s when the mainstream media’s coverage of the Profumo affair was at its height, at least one newspaper published allegations that controversially linked Ward to the Queen’s husband, citing that they were both members of the exclusive ‘Thursday club,’ a small group of men who, it’s said, met regularly and socialised together at a restaurant in Soho, London. The actors David Niven and Peter Ustinov belonged to this set as did musician Larry Adler, and, the Kray twins. Remember those documents I mentioned earlier related to the whole Profumo affair and that have been embargoed for 40-plus years? I wonder if any of the above is noted in them? In 2012, the British newspaper/website ‘The Express’ published allegations it claims to have received from Soviet intel agents that both Princess Margaret and her father were being spied on by the KGB during the 1960s. It’s claimed “intelligence was gathered on Prince Phillip via society osteopath and artist Stephen Ward, who boasted of a 15-year friendship with the Prince…” In her autobiography ‘Secrets and Lies,’ Christine Keeler claims that “Stephen told me how he and… Prince Phillip had all visited nightclubs together in the 1940s. They were quite wild times and it was thought to be a little delicate for Prince Phillip when Elizabeth became Queen, according to Stephen. He had no time for Phillip and would always put him down in conversation for he hated the Establishment.”
In October 2013, it’s reported that a Russian TV-documentary was set to be screened that would claim Ward’s friend Yevgeny Ivanov had taken possession of some “scandalous” photographs of Prince Phillip at the Thursday Club during the 1950s as part of the KGB’s bid to discredit the British royal family. I haven’t seen the programme unfortunately as I’ve been unable to find any information about it on the internet, with the exception of an article from the MailOnline which claims the photos “were taken in the 1950s by the Duke’s close friend and fellow club member, photographer Baron Nahum. According to the programme… Soviet spy Yevgeny Ivanov used a special camera to take copies of the photos from an album in the possession of Stephen Ward… who was also associated with the club.” And if you want to mix fact with, we’re told, fiction, and as we did earlier with The Bank Job, Last year, the British biographical TV-drama miniseries on Queen Elizabeth II and titled ‘The Crown,’ featured an episode centring on the Prince’s connection to Stephen Ward. I haven’t seen this either, so – again – I’ll rely on the MailOnline which claims there’s one “fictitious scene” where “the Queen confronts her husband about the nature of his relationship with Stephen Ward… Elizabeth – played by (actress) Claire Foy – is also shown conspiring to keep details of Phillip’s involvement out of the public domain.” As the scandal begins to break in public in 1963, “rumours begin to grow that a ‘mystery man’ photographed with his back to the camera at one of Ward’s parties is Phillip.” An idea as to what the Prince may or may not have participated in at one of Ward’s parties can be described by Christine Keeler who, in ‘Secrets and Lies,’ recalls, “Stephen could always sense people’s sexual tastes – and egg them on, make them go further than they might have otherwise. Stephen knew all the Masonic handshakes and he said that at some of the parties the girls would just wear leather Masonic aprons. Some of the women Stephen was involved with were heavily into sadistic sex and there were ‘black magic’ parties, which were really just an excuse for group sex sessions.” Whether they were “an excuse” or not, the veteran British entertainer Michael Bentine, a former member of groundbreaking comedy-group The Goons, and someone who is said to have known Ward, claims in his 1984 book ‘The Doors of the Mind,’ that he met the osteopath backstage in the dressing-room of a show he was appearing at in the West End of London. “He was obviously connected with some sort of magical or esoteric group,” he recalls, “but to me he didn’t fit into the conventional frame of spiritualist or psychic researcher. I picked up, through his covert references, that he was more inclined towards ritual magical practises than towards straightforward paranormal awareness and its development for healing in which, as a successful physiotherapist, he would be thought likely to specialise. His involvement in black magic was later confirmed by Dom Robert Pettitpierre, the late exorcist of the Church of England.” He goes on, “most people have only the vaguest ideas of what a ‘ritual magical society’ is like, probably because the material they have read in this context has been mainly sensationalised rubbish.”
Someone else who’s said to have met Ward is, Brian Epstein. This is a claim that’s been made directly to Redwel Trabant of the highly recommended blog ‘Beatles Conspiracy’ “by someone who claims to have been there.” So the story goes, the Beatles’ manager first came into contact with the osteopath in the very early 1960s during a visit to London, after having travelled down from Liverpool briefly “trying to hawk” the-then largely-unknown band around to record-companies in the capital. The website’s author states that, “on the face of it this seems to be a very strange suggestion,” and then asks, “why would The Beatles manager be introduced to, or think it worthwhile to meet Stephen Ward the osteopath? Well, Ward was no ordinary osteopath, having treated Ghandi, his list of patients grew to include Winston Churchill, Douglas Fairbanks Jr., Prince Phillip, Lord Astor… Ward was a society fixer. If you wanted a girl, or indeed a boy, Ward could not only arrange it but, should it be required, sort out a venue, outfits, accessories and take a commemorative photograph as well. Ward was the archetypal wedding planner for the rich and famous only without the wedding. Indeed, MI5 described Ward as ‘being the provider of popsies for rich people.’” Given that homosexuality in the UK was illegal prior to 1967, gay men such as Epstein had to be discreet when seeking out sexual pleasures for fear of arrest and public scandal. Ward, theoretically, as a well-connected “fixer,” could provide Brian with what he wanted and with little to no risk of detection from unwanted quarters. On the other hand, considering that Stephen appears to have been either, and, or, a KGB/MI5 agent who also attended sex parties and, in Keeler’s words, “lured many of” his associates “into compromising situations,” I suppose it could be argued that Ward may have had the inclination to secretly monitor Epstein on behalf of his intelligence contacts as he’d done, allegedly, to Prince Phillip, John Profumo, and Yevgeny Ivanov.
Similar to the rise of The Beatles, the Profumo affair didn’t break out into mass-public consciousness until 1963, although in both cases, the seeds of that attention were being sown in 1962. In the summer of that year, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison entered ‘EMI’ studios at Abbey Road in London for their maiden recording-session there, and Pete Best, their long-serving drummer, was sacked and replaced with Ringo Starr, and it was also during this time, it’s said, that the first printed reference was made in the media on what would become the Profumo scandal – although it was a vague and cryptic one. It’s reported to have been published in a column in a magazine called ‘Queen,’ and titled, ‘Sentences I’d Like to Hear the End of.’ I’ve been led to understand by a couple of sources on the internet that – and, to quote one of them – Keeler, Ivanov, and the British Secretary of State for War were “beginning to be the subject of gossip.” This indeed appears to have been a small world. According to the book ‘Beautiful Idiots and Brilliant Lunatics: A Sideways look at 20th Century London’ by author and blogger Rob Baker, the article in the magazine was “written… by the associate editor, Robin Douglas-Home, a nephew of Lord Home, the Foreign Secretary at the time.” In October 1963 as the Profumo scandal laid waste to reputations and careers, Lord Home took over as Prime Minister from Harold Macmillan after he resigned, reportedly, due to ill health. I’ll also note briefly at this point that the aforementioned associate editor was a friend of Princess Margaret, and for a brief spell during 1967, her lover. He died 18 months after she ended their affair in a reported “suicide.” In the ‘Beautiful Idiots’ book, Rob Baker states that Robin was a “part of Princess Margaret’s social set. Home, who always kept his ears close to the ground, was exceedingly well-placed to hear any society gossip,” such as what was rumoured to be going on with Keeler, Ivanov, and Profumo. The aforementioned magazine-article in Queen and alluding to the gossip stated: “… called in MI5 because every time the chauffeur-driven ‘Zil’ drew up at her front-door, out of the back-door into a chauffeur-driven ‘Humber’ slipped…” This, writes Barker, “sent shockwaves” through the British Government and London’s (and indeed, Britain’s) newspaper capital, Fleet Street, although to almost everyone else “it was no more than a fragment of a sentence and utterly incomprehensible and innocuous…” The reference in the piece to “a chauffeur-driven Humber” is most likely referring to the ministerial car that Yevgeny Ivanov is said to have been driven around in. According to the book ‘Unholy Joy: A Short History of the Profumo Affair’ by author and TV producer/director John Lawton, two days after first having sex with Keeler, Ivanov visited her flat and took her out for a drive “around London in the chauffeured ministerial Humber.” However, it was a shooting incident outside a flat in London belonging to Ward in December 1962 that resulted in the gossip being catapulted into the mass, mainstream consciousness. Johnny Edgecombe, a young West Indian who earned a living as a driver for jazz musicians and who was Keeler’s girlfriend for a time, turned up with a gun outside Stephen’s and began firing it at the front-door when Christine wouldn’t let him in. Eventually, he was arrested and charged with intent to kill her. The incident attracted the attention of the newspaper and TV media and, it’s said, reporters began to camp outside Keeler’s flat in the hope of an exclusive interview. She claims a friend of hers at the time by the name of Nina Gadd and who “had been feeding the gossip-columns and called herself a freelance journalist,” sensed an opportunity “to make a killing” here and brought the unsuspecting Christine into contact with a reporter from a national newspaper who offered to buy her story on Profumo as well as the ‘Darling letter’ he’d sent her, despite her reservations about going public with his identity in the Press. She was assured that his name couldn’t be printed and he’d be referred to instead as “an anonymous Government minister.” And so, she went ahead and made a deal although, ultimately, nothing was printed because Ward, it’s said, intervened and had it stopped with threats of legal action. The newspaper also returned the ‘Darling’ note to the minister via his solicitor – but kept itself a copy of it too! “Soon,” states John Lawton, “copies of the copy began to pass around Fleet Street.” By March of ‘63, the hushed rumours were an open, public secret and Profumo was forced to make a statement to the House of Commons about his alleged relations with Keeler, Ward, and Ivanov who – it’s interesting to point out – was called back unexpectedly (they say) to Russia in January of that year as the black clouds of scandal were beginning to form in Britain. The minister admitted to having met Yevgeny at Bill Astor’s weekend gathering at Cliveden, and to being a close acquaintance of Ward’s and, to a lesser extent, Christine’s, but denied that he and she were involved in any “impropriety.” Stephen backed-up the politician in the media, perhaps assuming (or hoping) that his old Establishment friends would, in return, defend him from the scandal-hunters… They didn’t. He was arrested and then stood trial in July ’63 on pimping charges including, so states Geoffrey Robertson in his book ‘Stephen Ward Was Innocent, OK,’ for “living from the immoral earnings of Christine Keeler, a ‘common prostitute’…” He was also indicted for allegedly doing the same with Rice-Davies. The QC believes “Ward was charged with crimes for which there was no evidence that he or anyone else had committed. Ward was made a scapegoat for the Profumo affair which became so toxic for the Macmillan government. He knew that Profumo had lied to Parliament about his relationship with Keeler… ” Much of what Robertson lays out there has been echoed by Phillip Knightley, co-author of the 1987 book, ‘An Affair of State: The Profumo Case and the Framing of Stephen Ward.’ In a 1989 TV documentary he said, “I have it on very good information, that at a meeting that was held in early 1963, the Home Secretary, Henry Brooke, said at this meeting, ‘somebody must be responsible for all this.’ So, the word got around that the Government wants a scapegoat in this case. The Commissioner of Police was present at this meeting and he thought, ‘well, maybe there is something we can charge Ward with? Maybe Ward is guilty of breach of the Official Secrets Act?’ And he looked at that and there was nothing there and then he looked… he asked around the police in Ward’s own area – Marylebone – and there on file at Marylebone police-station was a lot of anonymous complaints that Ward had been running a call-girl racket. Now that was untrue – untrue in the sense that you imagine a call-girl racket to be providing girls for money. Ward didn’t provide girls for money. Ward introduced willing young ladies to gentlemen who were interested in them.” Keeler shared this view pretty much. She maintained throughout her life that she wasn’t a prostitute, and Mandy insisted that she herself had never been pimped off by Ward for money either. In a 2014 article for the MailOnline, in which she accused the trial of being “vindictively rigged” against him, she also argued that he was charged for “a tawdry crime he did not commit.” She then went on, “I think that the Government was eager to shift attention away from security risks… and on to the shenanigans of the ‘fast set.’ There could be no better way of doing this than by putting Stephen’s louche lifestyle on trial.” Keeler concurred. She once said, “I know the truth and it is far more shocking than what the public has been fed by the British Establishment. Sex was a game – spying was a serious business. Far better that the Establishment be caught with its pants down than involved in stealing secrets – that was the thinking. Far better for the public to be titillated by aristocratic misdemeanours…” So, an orchestrated smoke-screen was set up to shift the public’s focus away from other more infinitely important but hidden aspects of the entire affair, and Stephen was the unwitting sacrificial lamb that was chosen to make this happen. On July 30th, following the judge’s summing up of the trial, Ward went to the flat of a friend’s where he was staying and reportedly attempted to kill himself with a drugs overdose. He was taken to hospital. The next day, as he lay comatose, the trial continued in his absence and reached a verdict of guilty on two counts; Count 1, that he lived on the earnings of Keeler and (Count 2) Mandy Rice-Davies. On August 3rd, Stephen died after never regaining consciousness.
Veteran British TV reporter Tom Mangold was working at the ‘Daily Express’ newspaper at the time, and he was a friend of Ward’s. He claims to have been at the flat shortly before he took the overdose. He’s said, “Ward killed himself having been targeted by a vindictive State seeking a scapegoat for Profumo’s behaviour. Fearing contamination, most of his many ‘friends’ deserted him, and British intelligence agencies who had been happy to use him failed to speak up in court. Ward was a broken man when he took an overdose… ” Geoffrey Robertson states that Ward “had attempted suicide, because (as he said in a note), ‘after Marshall’s (the judge’s) summing up, I’ve given up all hope.’” Mangold claims that during his visit to the flat, Stephen handed him one of the many notes he was writing to friends and associates, and which the reporter didn’t realise till sometime afterwards were suicide letters because, as he’s recalled, he didn’t read his “till later.” One of them, he’s said, read, “delay resuscitation as long as possible.” This is, I must remark, most odd, that is if we’re to take seriously the reported claims of an alleged “MI6 asset” by the name of Lee Tracey who, in recent years, is said to have claimed that the British intel services had Ward murdered with an enforced overdose. If this is true, then Mangold’s version of events regarding the night of Stephen’s overdose is, to put it mildly, way off course. The allegations were published in an article in 2013 in The Telegraph by Neil Tweedie…
… The wrong done to Ward may have been much worse than being made a scapegoat. Accounts of his end contain the standard ingredients: a man deserted by his erstwhile friends, alone in the early hours as disgrace beckons; a desperate succession of suicide notes written and addressed to recipients; a bottle of pills; the only “decent thing” left to do.
Could there, however, have been another ingredient – Stanley Rytter?
Rytter was a ‘deniable,’ a freelance operative for both MI5 and MI6… An intelligence colleague of his has gone on the record to claim that, in a deathbed confession, the Pole admitted that he murdered Ward to ensure his silence.
“It was decided that Ward had to die,” says Lee Tracey… “Stanley Rytter is the one who killed Ward. I know because he told me. Rytter told me he was paid to kill Ward. He convinced Ward that he ought to have a good night’s sleep and take some sleeping pills. He let Ward doze off and then woke him again and told him to take his tablets. Another half an hour later or so, he woke Ward again and told him he’d forgotten to take his sleeping pills. So it went on, until Ward had overdosed. It might sound far-fetched, but it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. Once the victim is drowsy he will agree to almost anything.”
Ward, says Tracey, knew too much. For years, he had cultivated the high and mighty of British society, supplying friends with girls, not for money but for the kudos of moving within such circles. Politicians, aristocrats, even royalty, all attended Ward’s gatherings, some of which involved sadomasochism.
That the death of Ward was convenient for Britain’s social and political elite is beyond doubt. Reputations remained intact that might otherwise have been destroyed in a flurry of disclosures about the sexual adventures of the great and good. The intelligence services, meanwhile, were rid of a potential embarrassment. Ward had been their man, a source of useful information on the peccadilloes of MPs, peers, diplomats and others. But when the Profumo story exploded, MI5, the domestic security service, and MI6, the foreign intelligence service, both involved with Ward, ran for cover.
… Tom Mangold… knew Ward well. He… dismisses out of hand the notion that he was murdered, pointing to the numerous suicide notes penned by the osteopath.
However, there is a discordant aspect to the night of the supposed self-administered overdose. Some time after Mangold’s departure, Bryan Wharton, a Daily Express photographer, was asked to meet Ward at the osteopath’s flat in Bryanston Mews, not Mallord Street in Chelsea, where he was staying. There, Wharton found Ward engaged in writing a letter to Henry Brooke, the home secretary. It was full of names and Wharton managed to get a shot of it. Ward, he said, was “extremely upset” and insistent that Wharton should be at the Home Office at 7.30am the next day to photograph him delivering the missive. There was another man there. Wharton left Ward some time after midnight and delivered his pictures to the Express. They subsequently disappeared.
Just for the record, Geoffrey Robertson believes that those in the corridors of power were nervous because Ward had been “threatening to expose the truth.” Just one example, in March of 1963, Stephen had reportedly written to opposition Labour Party leader Harold Wilson stating that Profumo had lied.
Meanwhile, in this seemingly small world, we see the name of Peter Rachman popping up again…
Rytter was a former employee of Polish intelligence who had escaped to Britain during the war. He sometimes used journalistic cover to mask his activities, and also worked for Peter Rachman… the most notorious racketeer landlord in post-war London.
It was Rachman, says Tracey, who recommended Rytter to Ward. The latter was living in “abject fear” at the time of his trial and was persuaded that he should have a minder. “Bumping people off was not Rytter’s forte,” says Tracey, who spoke with the dying Rytter in 1984. “He could be boastful. But why does a man who knows he is dying lie about something like that? What has he got to gain?”
Tracey was not alone in believing that Rytter had “assisted” Ward’s death. Another associate of Rachman, Serge Paplinski: “Stanley was there with Ward on that last night. He always said that Ward was poisoned.”
It’s perhaps also worth noting at this point the words of Michael Bentine the previously-mentioned Goon Show star who, during WWII was, as is widely reported, a member of RAF intelligence and MI9 which was a department of the War Office between 1939 and 1945 and that was tasked with facilitating escapees of British prisoners of war and enabling the return of allies who succeeded in evading capture in enemy-occupied territory.
In Anthony Summer’s The Secret Worlds of Stephen Ward, the entertainer is quoted as saying, “a Special Branch friend of mine told me Ward was ‘assisted’ in his dying. I think he was murdered.” Bentine, according to the book’s author, “declined to be drawn further” on this allegation.
During Stephen Ward’s trial in the summer of ‘63, Mandy Rice-Davies appeared in the court-room as a witness. When one of the barristers put it to her that Bill Astor had denied ever having been involved with her, she famously replied, “well, he would, wouldn’t he?” He died in 1966 and his son, William, succeeded him as Viscount. In the 1970s he married Annabel Lucy Veronica Jones. She had a daughter from a previous marriage and whose name was Samantha, the future wife of now former British Prime Minister David Cameron. In May 1965, The Beatles filmed on location at Cliveden House for their second big-screen movie, ‘Help!’ As Paul McCartney has since recalled, the scenes in it where we see them at Buckingham Palace were, actually, shot at the Astor residence in, it’s said, the French dining-room.
“We shot a sequence where we’d used the house, pretending it was Buckingham Palace,” recalled McCartney in 2008. “I’m not sure the Queen would have allowed that. I’d been out there with the Beatles and we met Lord Astor and he was on his last legs. I remember him offering us all oxygen. He was saying: ‘Do you want a bit?’ I think we did have a quick whiff.” It wasn’t long before they did get inside the Palace of course. In October of ‘65 in fact, when they went there to receive their MBEs.
Aside from Cliveden House, it’s said the woodlands area of the Astor estate was used for Help! too. The scene in the film where The Beatles appear in a spoof cinema-ad (or, ‘intermission’ as they called them back then) was, I’m informed, shot on a spot known as ‘Bluebell Wood.’ Blink and you’ll miss it though:
As it turns out, Cliveden House had been used for film-location shoots years prior to Help! In 1952, its exterior was shot for the movie ‘The Card’ starring Alec Guinness, and, since 1965, the residence and/or its grounds has been seen in the TV drama series ‘Mr. Selfridge,’ the 1966 British comedy flick ‘Carry On Don’t Lose Your Head,’ 2004’s ‘Thunderbirds,’ and the 2015 ‘Disney’ outing ‘Cinderella’ – to name some. McCartney returned there too. Sometime during 1969/’70, he and his then new wife, Linda, would venture off out of the hustle and bustle of London and the pressures of Beatledom to find solace in quieter surroundings, such as Cliveden. In 1942, the main residence was donated to the cultural preservation organisation the ‘National Trust’ by the Astors although the family continued to live there until 1966 after which, the gardens were opened to the public. “We would go on visits to places like Cliveden, where Linda photographed me with Heather, Linda’s daughter, who became our daughter,” McCartney recalled in 2008.
Somewhere else where McCartney chose to unwind during the 1960s was the ‘Ad Lib,’ a nightclub in London said to have been one of the city’s celebrity hang-outs during the early to middle part of that decade. Christine Keeler was also a regular there. It became a favourite haunt of hers in the years directly after the Profumo scandal when, in Britain, her face was just as famous as any Pop musician of the day. “Ever since the Profumo affair, I have never known if a man was capable of loving me for not being Christine Keeler,” she states in her autobiography ‘Secrets and Lies.’ “It’s like being an heiress except I had inherited the flotsam of folly rather than a fortune. It meant I never had to buy a drink at the Ad Lib club, which became the centre of my social life. It was loud and popular and everybody seemed to be someone or was trying to be.” It was there, in 1965, that Keeler says she got up close and very personal with Ringo Starr. “I kept going to the Ad Lib and one night ended up dancing with Ringo,” she claims in Secrets and Lies. “The Fab Four were the biggest thing in the world and we were great curiosities on the dance-floor. Which is why we ended up in bed together the next morning…” Christine’s boyfriend at the time, a guy by the name of Freddy who, incidentally, was a nephew by marriage to Charlie, older brother of the dreaded Kray twins, walked in on Ringo and Keeler as they were in bed together that morning. “If it had been anyone else but a Beatle I think he might have bashed Ringo about,” she’s claimed. “As it was, he was so taken aback when he saw it was Ringo in bed with me that he did nothing, just stood there gawping. Ringo made a break for it – and broke my banister as he went.”
In the years just prior to her death, Keeler had been, we’re told, living in hard times. The huge amounts of money earned from newspaper stories back in the day reportedly all gone, she was said to be residing in sheltered accommodation in South London.
Mandy Rice-Davies fared far better. After Ward’s trial, she accepted an offer to sing in German cabaret and took up with a half-Italian, half-French baron by the name of Pierre Cevello. Later, she moved on to Israel and married businessman Rafael Shaul. Together they opened ‘Mandy’s Discotheque,’ which is said to have become the centre of nightlife in one of the country’s largest cities, Tel Aviv. The two eventually divorced. During the 1980s, she appeared in a number of movies including 1986’s ‘Absolute Beginners,’ a film that also starred David Bowie. In 1994 she played a guest-role in an episode of the hit UK TV sitcom ‘Absolutely Fabulous.’ She got wed again in the 1980s, this time to Ken Foreman, a wealthy businessman and she lived a life of luxury in the English stockbroker belt. Mandy died in 2014 from cancer. She was 70 years old.
As for John Profumo… Just weeks after he’d appeared in front of the House of Commons and denied any “impropriety” with Keeler, he resigned as a cabinet minister, admitting that he’d in fact lied to Parliament about his relationship with her.
Given that many of the official documents on the Profumo scandal have never been released to the public and remain locked away, it’s no surprise that there’s questions, speculation and theorising as to what actually went on. Was Stephen Ward a spy, and if so, for whom? The KGB? MI5? Both? Or neither? Was he – as many believe – a scapegoat – a patsy – for those high up in the echelons of power and control? And if he was, what was it that the Establishment was (and is) hiding from us by throwing him to the lions? I can’t help thinking that, perhaps, we’ll never know, even when some of the secret official documents will have their embargoes lifted in decades from now (and that many of us reading this in 2018 won’t be around to see then). One thing’s for sure, the prominent characters within the Profumo scandal were largely made up of tenants of a small world that’s closed off to ordinary, everyday folk. A world inhabited by figures in politics, the aristocracy, and royalty. Sharing it with them were Keeler, Ward, as well as The Beatles and the likes of ‘slum landlord’ Peter Rachman, and Lennon’s friend, Michael X who, let’s not forget, has reportedly had his official file embargoed until 2054. You do have to wonder why. As Ian Clement, the co-director of the previously mentioned movie ‘The Bank Job’ has said, “what the hell was so important that ‘they’ don’t want it known about?” The robbery occurred at ‘Lloyd’s Bank’ in London’s Baker Street, approximately just one mile from Cavendish Square, the location of Ward’s osteopathy practise and about 0.6 miles from his flat in Wimpole Mews, and where the gun incident occurred with Keeler and Johnny Edgecombe. Small world indeed. Just a three minute walk from this apartment is Wimpole Street where the Asher family lived back then. Paul McCartney moved in there in 1963 sharing the abode with his then-girlfriend Jane, her brother Peter, and the parents, Margaret and Richard who was an eminent doctor and who for a time was a consultant physician at the mental observation ward at the Central Middlesex Hospital in London. He also authored a paper in the 1950s titled – interestingly – ‘Respectable Hypnosis.’ In it, he reveals that “I have used hypnosis as an ancillary method of treatment in general medicine… I have devoted one out-patient session a week to it. From this experience I am learning a little about its use and limitations.” It’s been alleged that Richard was involved in secret MK ULTRA-type experiments with widely reported ‘Tavistock Clinic’ psychiatrist Emanuel Miller, and the notorious ‘brainwasher’ Dr. William Sargant. This is according to an anonymous claimant on the previously mentioned website, ‘Beatles Conspiracy.’
With regards to Asher and Ward, there’s no documentation or evidence to suggest in any shape or form that they knew each other or ever met, but it’s possible that they did given that they were both medical men living and working within close proximity of each other. As you may be aware, Richard, same as Stephen, also died prematurely as a result of “suicide.” I won’t go into it too much here, but the circumstances surrounding his death are, to me, a bit odd. Reported missing by his family in 1969, his dead body was discovered a week later in, of all places, the basement of their Wimpole St. home. According to a quote on the popular website ‘Aangirfan,’ Ward “was involved in the Monarch mind-control programme, designed by the security services to create mind-controlled politicians, assassins and sex slaves. The prostitute Christine Keeler often said that ‘Ward controlled her.’” I have absolutely no idea how accurate (or true) this allegation relating to Ward’s connections to MK ULTRA and his ‘handling’ of Keeler are, but it’s perhaps worth noting that she did carry some possible tell-tale signs of Monarch mind-control. For a start, she’d been sexually abused as a child, by her stepfather. Or so she claimed. In Secrets and Lies, she states, “when I was 12, mum had to go to hospital for a couple of weeks. My dad tried to kiss me.” He had some ointment that “he managed to rub… onto my breast, as I had a cold. He asked me to run away with him… as he didn’t love my mother. I never told my mum, but I was terrified and slept with a small knife under the pillow from then on. And I never got over that fear of him… ” Ward, if we’re to believe what’s been alleged, groomed Keeler, ruled her life. When he first met her, she was still a teenager, a working showgirl from a tough, cash-strapped background. He took her on and introduced her to powerful, influential and famous figures for sex.
To illustrate further just how close in vicinity some of the characters in this article lived and/or operated within, here’s a ‘Google Map’ (accompanied by my crude handiwork) of the small walking distance from Baker Street where the Lloyd’s bank job took place (top left-hand side), to (further to the right) Wimpole Street the home of the Ashers, and next to it, Wimpole Mews where Ward had a flat. Cavendish Square, the location of Stephen’s osteopathy practise, is at the bottom of the map…
Meanwhile, the Ashers’ Wimpole St. home is just 2.7 miles from the Tavistock Clinic. ‘Tavistock House’ is 1.2 miles away, and the ‘London School of Economics’ is 1.7 miles from their house.
Just how entwined was this small world that linked Christine Keeler, Stephen Ward and Bill Astor and members of the British royal family to Michael X, and, The Beatles? Was it loose and random, a community made up of pure chance, or was there some design to it? Many reading this will no doubt suspect there was a purpose behind it and that it wasn’t accidental.
The popular blogger Henry Makow, in a 2008 article titled ‘Profumo Affair Exposed Masonic Control,’ opines, “Stephen Ward was an Illuminati agent whose job was to undermine the Conservative Government to make way for Harold Wilson’s Labour Party. Most likely the ‘Profumo Affair’ was planned and staged.” Well, if that’s true, consider it like this… Assume that the open sexual permissiveness and all the other liberal ideals and lifestyles that came after the Profumo affair, first with the ‘swinging Sixties’ and then the so-called ‘Hippie’ movement – and underpinned all the way by The Beatles whose fame rocketed in the immediate wake of the scandal – was always intended to be just one of the aims? Is it coincidence that the band’s rise from virtual unknowns in 1962 to national household names across Great Britain during 1963 coincided almost in unison with the simmering, then bubbling, then explosion into mass consciousness of the Profumo affair? It dissipated and fizzled out fairly soon enough whilst John, Paul, George and Ringo rose ever higher, taking with them in their role as representatives of the new Sixties generation, the values and motifs that it stood for, such as the ‘swinging’ sexual permissiveness that Keeler and Rice-Davies have been attributed with introducing to the mainstream culture of that decade. Now, working on the assumption that this was design and not accident, changes would have to have been made in order for it to have all been able to happen in the first place of course, and by that I mean events and situations would have to have been orchestrated and/or manipulated. People would have to have been moved around, such as the elderly figures of Harold Macmillan and Alec Douglas-Home who were classed as the old guard of a Britain past.
It would’ve been essential, perhaps, to have Macmillan and Douglas-Home conspired out of action so that they could then be replaced by the younger, media-savvy Harold Wilson, who schmoozed publicly with The Beatles and was Prime Minister when they received their MBEs… This was, maybe, an earlier, black & white and unrefined version of what future Labour PM Tony Blair would adopt in the 1990s for his ‘Cool Britannia’ phase when he courted the likes of Noel Gallagher of Oasis at No. 10 Downing Street.
In order to herald in to 1960s mainstream culture the, as Mandy-Rice Davies described it, “vanguard” movement of free love, one would need a Wilson to sell it, not an old fogey like Macmillan who during that time was being lampooned by Britain’s new and burgeoning political satirists including comedian Peter Cook and the magazine he financed, ‘Private Eye.’ Was this part of the plan too? As its then-editor said in a 1989 TV documentary, “the satire boom was really very much based as a kind of personal attack on Macmillan who’d been Prime Minister for a long time and had developed into this sort of almost caricature figure… And he was a kind of a focus for mimics and all this kind of thing.” As an interesting side-note, Jane Asher is a share-holder of Private Eye. Additionally, Emanuel Miller, the Tavistock psychiatrist who’s alleged to have participated in MK ULTRA-type experiments with the actress’s dad, was the father of Jonathan Miller. He was a co-member of the 1960s satirical comedy-group ‘Beyond the Fringe’ alongside Dudley Moore, Alan Bennett, and, of course, Peter Cook. Furthermore, just like his father before him, he’s a fully-qualified doctor, and who trained under, would you believe it, Richard Asher. This is indeed a small world, and with eyebrow-raising connections to mind-control and social-engineering perhaps.
Was it possible that hidden forces conspired to bring down the Conservative government in order to replace it with a Prime Minister equipped with the ability to assist in the ushering in of a counter-culture of mind-bending/damaging drugs, occult literature, philosophies and art, and the breakdown of old family values? I don’t know. Having casually perused the history of Wilson’s tenure as PM in the 1960s, I‘m not convinced this was the case… but I wouldn’t rule it out either. If there was such a plot, then it’s highly likely The Beatles would have been factored into it, with or without their knowledge. As for their associations with Cliveden House, Bill Astor, Keeler and her acquaintance Michael X (via Peter Rachman)?… Whether all or some of these connections were merely down to pure chance – the random result of living in a small world, or, on the other hand, hints of some sort of cabal hidden away from plain view and intent on bringing about mass social change? … Well, because I’m unable to locate an answer, I’ll leave that question hanging… Make of it all what you will.
An article posted on the UK’s ‘MailOnline’ mainstream news website yesterday (September 4th 2016) draws attention to a new book by Leon Wildes, the lawyer who successfully defended John Lennon during the 1970s when he was facing deportation from the US by the then-President Nixon and his cohorts.
Published by the American Bar Association last month, ‘John Lennon vs. The USA’ is, the MailOnline piece states, an explanation of…
“theNixon administration’s battle to deport Lennon purportedly for an old conviction in the UK for possessing hashish.
But behind the façade of wanting to deport Lennon on the 1968 drug conviction, was the reality that the Government feared the musician’s influence on young voters in the 1972 election.
Lennon had tremendous sway with 18-20-year-old voters, just after the election age had been lowered.
Federal agents with the FBI feared Lennon was heading to the Republican National Convention in Miami that year and warned that he and Yoko Ono would be arrested for ‘interstate travel in the furtherance of conspiracy to incite a riot’ if they tried to attend.
The couple moved from London to the Greenwich Village on a temporary visa after Lennon’s drug arrest.
They attended a rally for MC5 band-manager John Sinclair, who was serving ten years in prison for selling two marijuana joints.
Lennon performed the song, ‘John Sinclair’ for a crowd of 15,000 people and urged them to stay involved.
Sinclair, who had served two years, was released by the end of that week.
And it was this kind of influence that frightened the Government.
Sinclair was involved in the White Panther Party and ‘obtain(ed) guns and dynamite, (to) blow up the CIA office in Ann Arbor (Michigan) and la(id) plans for guerilla actions in northern Michigan,’ according to Wildes.
In light of this, anxious South Carolina senator Strom Thurmond warned US Attorney General John Mitchell, who oversaw the Immigration and Naturalization Service that Lennon’s new ally could be dangerous.
Days later, Lennon’s visa was revoked citing Lennon’s previous drug conviction.
Wildes then became Lennon’s immigration attorney.”
The article quotes Wildes as stating, “the Nixon administration made life intolerable for John Lennon and Yoko Ono. Alleged phone repairmen came to ‘check’ the Lennons’ telephone but left promptly when ID was requested.” Also, there were “two men” just across the street who “seemed to be fixing a bike interminably. When John and Yoko got into an automobile, the same two men appeared in a car behind them, making certain the Lennons knew they were being followed.” This, of course, is by no means revelatory, a fact that, incidentally, the MailOnline doesn’t acknowledge in its article. For some reason or another the piece has been tailored and billed as some form of ‘exclusive.’ Be that as it may, the reality is, from as far back as the early 1970s, Lennon was making no secret of his belief that he was being secretly monitored, although he couldn‘t corroborate it. He spoke about it to any one who’d listen be that on a TV chat-show or any other form of media-interview. In 1974, he’s reported to have said, “we knew we were being wire-tapped. But how do you prove that? There was a helluva lot of guys coming in to fix the phones.” Then, decades after his death, his suspicions were confirmed somewhat when the historian and author Jon Wiener was eventually given access to hundreds of intelligence-files from the FBI and CIA that proved the ex-Beatle was being monitored. All this is set-down in the book, ‘Gimme Some Truth: The John Lennon FBI Files’ published in 1999, and, to a lesser extent, in the 2006 movie-documentary, ‘The US vs. John Lennon.’
The former Beatle eventually won his deportation battle in 1976, meaning he was permitted to stay in the US. By this time, Nixon had resigned from the Presidency following Watergate, the scandal that resulted in the imprisonment of the aforementioned John Mitchell. Four years later, Lennon was shot dead – assassinated as he was staging, to all intents and purposes, a comeback to not only the music-biz after a lengthy period away, but the protest cause as well. The Republicans, in the wake of Democrat Jimmy Carter’s exit from the Whitehouse, made a return at this time too interestingly enough. In January 1981, just a little over 40 days on from John’s shooting, Ronald Reagan was inaugurated and George H.W. Bush, former CIA head and reported friend of John W. Hinckley Jr.’s family, became his vice-President.
‘John Lennon vs. The USA’ is available to buy at all the usual outlets as you might expect. I haven’t had the chance to purchase or read a copy myself, but I’ll hazard a guess there’s very little in there that’s contributing anything radically new to the topic. However, I’d also dare to suggest that it might be worth a close look purely for the fact that one of the book’s main protagonists is, let’s not forget, also the author. That in itself should be of interest – if not regarded as something unique too.