henrymakow.com – Nov 23, 2019
Sunday is the tenth anniversary of the death Nov 24, 2009, of the gifted and courageous anti-NWO crusader Philip Jones. During the last months of his life, Jones’ confided to L.C. Vincent his suspicion that he had been poisoned.
“With the clarity of hindsight, Philip realized that he had been set up and ensnared in the classic “honey trap”, except modern technology had added the wrinkle of a mind-controlled femme fatale into the mix.”
By L.C. Vincent — (henrymakow.com)
Philip Jones had been a strapping, young English “bobby” who had decided to take early retirement in Denmark with his new wife while he enjoyed the opportunity to write and observe the culture around him.
As he did so, and the years passed, it became increasingly apparent to him that the culture of Denmark was not evolving organically but was rather a series of subtle, programmed cues to which the populace responded. The more he observed, the more he was convinced that an unseen hidden hand was using the small nation of Denmark as a petri dish for testing theorems of behavior modification and mind control. His articles were scathing analyses of Danish society, ultimately describing the hidden controllers that manipulated it, a control group that he identified as the Illuminati in service to the New World Order.
Philip’s blog from Denmark (The Righteous Alliance) attracted a worldwide audience, myself among many others. As fate would have it, I began corresponding with Philip about five months before his death. As he gradually came to confide in me, we pieced together the events he felt were leading to his early demise.
He wrote that he had become seriously ill with severe stomach pains after recently visiting a local restaurant. Naturally, I initially suspected food poisoning, until Philip began to reveal other details of his personal life that suggested the true causal event was a woman.
After writing blogs about Denmark and the Illuminati’s penetration and manipulation of Danish society for several years, Philip began receiving email correspondence from around the world. One particular correspondent, a young woman named Dorte, seemed enraptured by his writing and professed her deep admiration for his intellectual gifts. Philip revealed that Dorte, whose father had been in the military, seemed very conversant about the New World Order, and apparently also possessed knowledge about various esoteric subjects.
Dorte just happened to live nearby and insisted that they meet. Reluctantly, Philip agreed to a meeting and was swept off his feet by her charm and beauty.
But all was not well with Dorte. She was married to a man who, she claimed, was cold, manipulative and mentally abusive. She had two children by him, but Dorte stated emphatically that there was no love in their relationship and that she only continued appearances for the sake of their children.
Professing adoring admiration of Philip’s intellect and his inquiry into the hidden mysteries behind Denmark and the machinations of the hidden hand of the Illuminati, Philip felt he had finally met someone who not only wanted him as a man but who also respected his intellectual pursuits. Defying convention and morality, he introduced his new female “friend” to his wife, and within a week or two, Dorte had moved in and Philip’s wife had moved out of their home, as she refused to play second fiddle to his Philip’s new amorata.
It was at this point that things began to turn in an unusual direction. Philip then explained that Dorte had proclaimed that she was going to minister to his health and that she had extensive, arcane knowledge of medicinal herbs and compounds. According to Philip, Dorte then transformed their bathroom into a semi-laboratory, where she “lived” for hours on end, compounding concoctions for Philip to ingest for his “health.”
Dorte also introduced Philip as her “new lover ” to her husband at Philip’s residence. Her husband seemed indifferent to the entire affair and accepted the new arrangement without so much as a whimper of protest. According to Philip, Dorte’s husband kept a cool detached distance from the two “lovebirds.”
Dorte’s husband was a high-ranking NATO officer, but dour and physically diminutive. Philip once wrote very colorfully about this man’s physical presence, describing him as someone that “…I could walk right through if I chose to do so….”
Yet looking back upon his time with Dorte as he began to succumb to the ravages of his poisoning, Philip realized that Dorte had gradually assumed control of his entire life and lifestyle. Initially, she had played the helpless heroine in distress, and Philip had responded as the proverbial “White Knight” in full rescue mode, with consequences that were soon to prove fatal.
Dorte quickly assumed the direction of Philip’s life and domicile. First, she manipulated herself into his home and replaced his wife. Then she began daily administration of the “vitamins, herbs and potions” which she kept in their bathroom for most of the day, insisting Philip down every last one of her concoctions to the dregs. She gradually separated Philip from all of his other male and female friends, because she either did not “approve” of them or she just didn’t like them. She also made Philip give away his two beloved dogs because she reputedly had an aversion to them.
The final blow was Dorte’s insistence that Philip mortgage the debt-free home he had owned, placing him in both financial and psychological debt, and insisted they use these new funds for “entertainment.” Dorte had effectively isolated Philip from his entire social support network and undermined his financial stability. Philip confided, after the fact, that he felt that all these things were done to psychologically, socially, emotionally and financially isolate him.
RETRIEVING THE ROBOT