The Digger of Cobham.

It was 1642 England divided by the sword. The Kingsmen who ruled old England and the disillusioned public  had come to face each other on the battlefields of hell.

Unlike the second Earl of Falkland who saw it as his duty to defend the King but hated war this man was not so forthright . He was born in London and rose to council and ran an orderly business. His name more like a high born Knight was no more than a man who wanted nothing to do with fighting for the King. His name was Gerrad Winstanley and within 7 years the war would bring him to Cobham in the county of Surrey.

1n 1649 that wars over that civil matter of a King bringing in foreign aid to fight his own people who he was sworn to protect was at a head. In London they were executing that sad man of blood for that traitor that he was. It shocked the world as it was the end of a long tradition with Monarchs as Gods.

England was left in turmoil .Sons had fought fathers as the war was a belief. One wanted a tyrant King or one desired freedom to choose who ran the nation. Old faith in Kings against hard fact youth and those who sided with justice and the people. Civil wars that are still deeply engraved in all English men ever now.

In 1980 I met an old Prime Minister of Britain at his studies. it was in a Bishops house near Nottingham where I stopped to ask the road to a certain hall. The Bishop invited me inside his abode in order that his friend could tell me the road I needed. When I was introduced to this said fellow I saw him as Micheal Foot the ex Labour head of Government. He sat gazing at me and finally gave his question. “Tell me sir which side did your family fight on in 1645.”? It was all he said,his milk bottle bottom specs steamed over as I told him  “Sir my family fought sadly for the tyrant King. ” It was a remark that stunned him but he said not a word more. I left and found the road myself.

Winstanley and Foot would perhaps liked each other. When all was still being sorted by Oliver Cromwell and the Parliament the provinces looks bare as in war the armies lived off the land.

The Digger of Cobham.

Gerrad Winstanley had the idea to start a food growing scheme and so gave up what was left of his business and with new zeal for his idea he took with him shovels picks and bags of seed to Cobham a little way outside of the City. Here he proclaimed that scrub land as belonging to the people and so that day in 1649 set up a colony of willing people with knowledge of gardening and farming ways.

Over weeks the land was made into veg plots and soft fruit areas. Back breaking work but they even built huts to store crops , tools and to sleep in. Over a period of months this venture became news all over the South lands. From here and from there families half starved arrived to join Winstanleys pioneers on the land.


Before long thousand strong house built land made good and people fed and clothed. Prayers said in thanks to the Lord God for the bounty of food for all.

This venture now came to the local land owners ears. Rich land owners now came to inspect what was really going on and when amazed they saw what was really a village built and land farmed and gardened they told Winstanley to move of their lands. They told him no such thing as common land all land was owned by someone and as he had no deeds it was not his.

Winstanley was not a uneducated fool so he decided to fight and went off back to London to seek legal help. This fight went on for weeks and in the end poor Winstanley and his friends found that even though he was right  the army arrived to shift them off the land. Even though common land in theory belongs to the public from that day, in 1650, forth law now says all land that is not deeded to owners belongs to Government. So we executed King Charles in January 1649 but one year later nothing had changed some one, anyone , ruled hard over the minions.

The crops and fruit cut down and trampled on by heavy horse troops and boots of soldiers the work of the devil. Nothing remained on Codham farm as it was called a vast top of a hill that was a place of God and the efforts of a valiant peoples .


What happened to Winstanley is a mystery as he simple vanished from historys page.

Then he did write more than a line in our story as a English speaking race.

To have lived in those times would not have been easy with all our knowledge of events for we do not have the way of it all in modern times such as we dwell. For our ancestors still believed in witchcraft and some studied more than others and common man knew his place in the structure of things. After the Civil wars it all changed fora while .Cromwell gave us real government he gave us a navy and ruled a hard line but in Gods name he was needed more than we knew. He was not as many paint him today. He liked a beer and pipe of good tabac   He sang  and fought for legal rights and justice. He died exhausted trying. God rest his soul for what the Royalist did to him after his death was evil. They dug him up mad hanged the remains on the gibbet and his head set on Cromwells daughters doorstep for the poor women to find in the morning. Those who brought the son of the dead man if blood back as king destroyed the reputation of a greater man than any of them could have been. The first law that came from the new King Charles 11 was to make Cromwell Navy Royal.

Nothing changes after war of any level only the dead build up on both sides and what for? To fill the pockets of the ruling class who live of metal shares arm deals and saving of pensions paid in by work of those now dead. War is the hiding place of the evil and against the laws of a higher King than ever man can pretend to be. Apes that walk and talk and fight are primitive and uneducated beyond what we thing we know.Winstanley that digger of Cobham hill may rest in peace for here one man tries to set the record straight. Power to the people.

Yours in respect my readers, Sir Kevin.

copyright Kevin Parr Bt.


Beyond reach. A short story this week.

It was the days of my youth. My morning sweet and happy. It was end of my days at

school and boy hood farewell.  I was now a man ready to join my first employ as an apprenticed joiner with the long standing form of Downey and son in Scatter Green yard

I was seen off by my dear mother who was waving to me all the way to the gate. She had wished me luck and was happy for me that day ,my first as a waged earner. a bread winner eager to learn and earn.


I wandered with my lunch bag on my shoulder and had taken the faster route that took me between houses close enough to hide the day light. Old brick and timber dwellings from ages past. Cobbled lane took me down the hill towards Saint Marys church.Its great iron gates announcing holy ground but then I saw her. Not noticed until that moment. I was paced about 20 feet off her but in that black hooded dress she had not been so obvious. Her head slowly turned to me and as struck by lightening it hit me.The sheer brightness of her face her sad down cast eyes ,the reddest of lips against a white china skin. I moved my lips to speak but nothing came out. She was so beautiful so dainty and so worried .Her eyes lifted, bright dark, they captivated me.

Nearby me a dog barked, I turned and she vanished, when I looked back to her. The great tall gates firmly locked on inspection gave no clue as to where she had gone. I heard the church clock strike the hour and I ran as not to be late on my first day.

Over that day I learned how to sharpen chisel blades .My learned instructor was the foreman George Pattison from over at Greenwich village not a mile from our  house. I did not know him but his family and mine had dealt cattle for over two centuries. He was a mellow sort and  once shown I set in to do my best with old chisels to sharpen to his  satisfaction. Over the week not much happened only chisels and blades oh! and tea making was added to my job title.

I was on my way home and took on purpose that same route hoping to see the girl again.Weeks went by I had my first exam at work on blades. Boss was at the door of his car as I sneaked behind him onto the factory floor. My desk laid out by George who winked at me as I put on my overalls and stood ready as Mister Downey himself shook my hand and instructed my to commence.

That day was long I recall but I must have passed the test as next day I was moved on to timber cutting. Big saw and jig to length mark I was given.

I had much on my mind and there at church gates, she stood, hood down her raven black hair moved by the wind. It  had snowed during the day and I noticed she had left not a single foot print. The chill wind had blown all all away. The face turned ,her eyes held mine  but she was gone from sight  away from my reach.

By now only the church yard she could have entered as the gate had stood open I walked in but no one was there. The church door bolted from within. It was cold in that yard a chill thin wind of winters blast held sway, and no place to loiter  as my mystery beauty had confused me once more I set upon my way rather vexed with myself for taking my eyes of this speedy girl and her tricks.

Time rushed by I was now 23 and top man in Downey and Sons works. I never ever saw her again no matter how many times I had waited at that old church gates. I did so wait.

Not until another five years had flown by and I stood with pride as boss with a good income and Downeys son my own good friend. We had together journeyed to London as representing Downeys at the Industry stand on the show ground. Products of fine furnishings on display and orders and sales in full. So well had we done that it was decided to stay over night and work next day on stand. It was not to start until midday being last day of show. I was alone in the big city and at the London Tate gallery. Happy just to stroll around and observe the paintings as a hour of freedom. On display was a painting of a woman in old Georgian dress. Then it was not her fine silks but her face that stopped me in my tracks.

I was drawn to that frame like a moth to the flame. Her face so beautiful her smile so perfect I knew her so well .It was her, I know it and joy filled my heart for the sight of her.

Below that work of art, on a brass plate, inscribed the name, lady Sarah Barrett Moulton 22nd March 1783- 23rd April 1795. painted by Lawrence from life. Lady known as Pinky by her family.


I stood in disbelief and perhaps deep sadness. I had seen a ghost I had been so captivated I had not thought it so. Then I remembered she left no tread in the snow. My mind still holds her face, her bright dark eyes, her black and glossy hair,  her sheer presence that had me spell bound, but she was dead long before my time. She,  the sweetest vision I  have ever seen. I can only wait for her as I am convinced she wanted me. What is time, a man made clock no more than that. Time is a myth at least she taught me that. In dreams I still see her as old as I am, she is mine I tell myself.  So lonely are the years that pass so perfect her smile.

Yours Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2019.



Did she die for love aged 17.

The snow lay thickly on the driveway. The night, so cold. Her dreams only for he who really was her own now. Forever together they swore and caressed sweetly in the bright burning light of a wood fire in the grate. The room filled with shadows, candles holding the light on her young face, her coal back eyes flickering as he shot her dead. Then gasped and wrote to his friends. Six hours later  he pointed the barrel at his own face and so fell to his knees and joined the love of his life hand in hand somewhere in the air Perhaps in the gloom of that same bedroom on nights cold and full of snow the ghosts of both he and her may walk the corridors and room as if it never ended.

He was Crown Prince Rudolf of Austria she Baroness Maria Vetsera .He was 30 years old married unhappily to a Belgian Princess. She a 17 year old who had lived the life of a student in the best academies of Europe. He had met her at a race meeting in 1888 and could not take his eyes off her. It was noticed by all but she saw him and nothing would stop her marrying him there and then. She had fallen head over heels for this stately handsome man. It was love at first sight and no as some have pointed to as her capture of a married Royal. All the evidence piled up says just that .Some say she meet him at a ball in Vienna in 1886 but she would have been only a child and we know she was still in study to be a lady and not in Vienna at all.

Some say they courted in secret over three years but if this was some it would make her only 15 at that time. I believe it was over 3 months and when warned to control himself and return to his wifes bed this proud love sick young man could stand it no more he must have Maria he called by her English name of Mary.

220px-Baroness_Mary_VetseraBaroness Maria Vetsera.

She too had been lectured to the point of heart beak and when in time they knew they would be split up by the Royal household and her father the Duke a wild desperate plan hatched between them. A romantic silly idea but too late it was firmly in their minds now. Slight waves of madness in his actions and she no longer normal , she was a girl in love for the first time.

He had bought a hunting lodge miles away in Hungary .It was called Mayerling and Rudolf loved it it was his escape from hounding and that awful demanding wife.

They arrived by horse slay as in the movie of this epic tale told. Candles they lit and a good fire to warm them. A little wine and he took her to bed for perhaps the first time. Some time in the late night they knew only love and live meant little .In their minds this was the only way open to them to be as one.  It was all over when the searching guard arrived next morning and found them together in front of the ashes of a dead fire that too lay dead. It was clear as to suicide but he was still a Crown Prince. So they wrapped her in a blanket and hurried buried her in a local grave yard without recognition.

He was carted back to his demented mother and a great state funeral proclaiming he had been murdered by Freemasons. No mention of the missing Baroness came to light.


images_005Crown Prince Rudolf.


Rudolf often spoke of death to his  friends as no love was lost between his father who accused him of plotting against him to take the throne. One night drinking too much brandy he confessed he had had enough and wanted only peace and Mary.

I found that both lovers, had in fact, left suicide notes. She to her mother Helene and he to four people.The only one that matters was to his own Valet .”Dear Loschek please fetch a priest and have Mary and me buried together at Heiligenkreiz. ”

The corpse of Mary was cold and said she died 6 hours before Rudolf who was still almost warm when discovered. His face shattered so badly it took a surgeon many hours to rebuild the bone structure and fill the bits missing with hot wax. He was laid in State in an open casket so as the pistol fired in his mouth it went straight up behind the nose and into the brain breaking up all bone and tissue in its path.

Emperor Franz Joseph lost his only son and later Empress Elizabeth the boys mother. he remarried and went off to honeymoon in Sarejavo .He and his new wife were shot dead by a young terrorist. This was the start of the First World War. Also the end of power of the Austrian Empire. If only Rudolf had lived perhaps all this would have been avoided. But he was rebellious and checked so many times by his over powering father he was also trapped in a loveless marriage and with a slightly mad mother may be he too suffered madness. Many other theories exist as to what happened on that might 30th January 1889. None mention the suicide notes or why anyone would follow them to Mayerling hunting lodge near Vienna. Too far out in the wilds in snow storm and then wait in freezing cold 30cel  plus ,below. If they had been shot by some other power why shot one then 6 hours later shot Rudolf with his own pistol. The one about Bismark is the funniest yet as he is said to have wanted the Prince dead so the emperor had no one to take over and so Bismark would walk in and take over.  No too much evidence relates to this premeditated suicide I conclude when they disposed of the young Baroness like rag doll in a blanket and a fast hole dug and dumped we see how the story could be made to say Freemasons shot the Crown Prince. DNA on bones in a church yard near Mayerling , now a nunnery , proved to be the remains of poor Baroness Maria Vetsera.

images_002Mayerling in 1889

I think he talked the young Mary into his plan and she so readily agreed. It is my hope they are both together in heaven as how could he have foreseen what transpired before it happened. If his father had not had his happy day in Bosnia all would have gone off without history of war. If blaming anyone , the idiot who shot both he and  his new wife as they sat in an open car back seat in full splendor he tried but that car shot off too fast as they sat in a coffee house that car came around and parked at front and one of the men raced out and committed cold blooded murder. He was the cause of 16 million mens lives fighting Prussia Empire in 1914.

Rudolfs mother suffered bad bouts of mental depression. She too died by a bullet but she was assassinated in Paris by a  revolutionist who saw her as a filthy rich aristocrat. She was a lovely woman bent on helping people. Her mental depressions may have been her sons let down also. To me if I was in his shoes and loved this woman I  would have shipped us both out to a new life in America .He had the money and a wife he could easily have left far behind. Instead he shot his lover and killed himself. This to me points more and more to madness in his mind. She in love an 17 years old would have agreed to anything as still impressionable as a child at that tender age almost a woman but not quite maybe.  Sad and morbid not at the least romantic in the end. Franz Joseph gave away the building to Carmalite Nuns soon after the death of his only son. Today it is a nunnery and one part a good eating house.

At least the movie told most of the story correctly as that in itself is not normal in script writers now. The only thing that I know was totally misleading was that we were told the this girl was so far beneath the Crown Prince that she was but a servant he shot. Omar Sharif played Rudolf convincingly and the guess of what went on before the deaths may well be as it was in reality. Catherine Deneuve  played  Mary in the 1968 epic movie.


From the Movie Mayerling 1968.

images_004Mayerling today

Thank you for reading hope now you know the truth.

Yours Sir Kevin Parr Bt

copyright Kevin Parr Baronet 2019

Myth or mystery or fact.

We only believe what we are told by the Government for in most cases we have no other way to know. Then what if Governments cover up murders aimed to silence someone who could otherwise expose them.

I believe this could be the case with the death of a famous actress in her prime.

The Los Angeles county court ruled the death of one Marilyn Munroe a probable suicide after a three minute inspection of her body.

Born Norma Jeane Mortenson 1926 she lived as an orphan in many adoption homes. When she died at age of 36 she was at the pinnacle of her life of fame all around the world.

One thing is for certain she did not kill herself. We now look deeper into this case that up to this moment has been suppressed and glossed over heavily.


For a woman whos death shocked the world the real truth was hidden by Government order. Why did they want her dead? We together will examine that only facts we have available to see what is the truth.

Having come to that question why did her lover John F Kennedy have to die. Or his brother Robert ,also Munroes lover, suffer murder as death.

We all know her movies her sexual majesty in that fact she was the most exciting star on earth ever. She married Joe Dimaggio  the football star and was happy for a while but she was plagued with shadows of you childhood insecurity, always.

What we saw as her on film was far from the real Norma. She was a frightened child a girl with demons even in adulthood. Her fears never left her for long. She clung to men for safety and warmth and sex was her ploy to be loved.

marilyn-monroe-kennedy-brothersMunroe with both Kennedy brothers in the Whitehouse office.

The day prior to her death she was on  a high, according to many of her friends she was planning a rest in Mexico and had renewed her contract for the movie she was working on. She had promised a day out with one lady she was friendly with for next day. Friends told of her bubbly self  and how she loved life ahead. She was rich famous in in company she liked.All was planed for the day ahead and Marilyn was excited to be free for a while of filming.

This cant fit in with police details of Munroes last days but I believe that moody Munroe was in fact clean of all the pills and barbiturates that many enemies said she was hooked on. Her stomach was free from all drug use when inspected by coroners dept.

Then when the Coroner did not comment on the large bruise on her leg, her organs taken out by doctor and Coroner on the search for clues suddenly vanished from shelf. Then the Coroner, cornered by press, some days later confessed he had rushed the examination of Munroe through and told of probable suicide as he had been told. Told by whom was never discussed. He faded away rather fast from this case and no one thought it worth putting him on the court stand as witness.

Police then came up with the finding of barbiturate higher than death limit found in Marilyn Munroe liver. No one could argue as the organs taken out had been taken in hiding by those interested in keeping facts hidden and altering the true cause of justice.

Then why would a famous actress be the mark for CIA if this was the case and it really could be so. Well her lover JFK was dispatched in a similar way. So to his able brother Robert, again connected to Munroe.

Death Scene

The body of Munroe with hand on telephone ready to ring for help.


Years later Munroe maid came up with a tale of her injecting Munroe on Government orders.

Then she vanished.  We may never know the real facts but it remains a smoking gun case forever as who in power will ever admit that Governments kills people.

Too many strange events in the life end of this actress to make any sense .Then that will keep her memory as legend and that is what she was in life and in death more so.

Marilyn Monroe's body at the morgue in Los Angeles for autopsy after her death on august 5, 1962

Photo taken after the Coroner had spent less that minutes examining the corpse.

It was said that Jack Kennedy was a total womanizer  and who  talked in his sleep. So did he confide somehow awake or asleep secrets to this actress,as he was watched and recorded always.Did he leek something vital enough to make him a target.

Then how would Robert come in unless she told him what his brother had said? Bang! down go the Kennedy Brothers and poor lively Munroe is nailed by massive dose of something lethal.

Too much in the limelight plus love of Powerful men and down she goes. Sad story this week but I leave you to read all facts and see what you think.This is more than just a theory ,or a conspiracy  it is how the facts lay out when read. No one tells the same story is a big clue to cover up.Then her organs vanish. If that was not enough the Coroner admits he was told what to say.  Spend an hour going through the files and see what you think. If she was murdered than who killed all three playmates must be the question? A big question is who could and not be traced ? Who could cloud the pitch and stop forever a story of fact to be told. Nothing adds up from the moment her death came to be. it seems that all trace now of the Kennedy power and all the touched it have been dealt with. Was poor unsettled Marilyn a victim of a Government plan to remove all trace of JFK and friends and if so,why? Something Kennedy was involved with lost him his life. The death of Munroe is linked to that singular fact. There is no real other way it could have happened. All three deaths are connected and too many to hide.  I believe one day we may know the truth as nothing can be hidden for ever someplace a lead will fall out as now in the Kennedy shooting facts show clearly that more than one rifle was aimed at the slowly moving car. Three bullets hit Kennedy and car. who changed the plan at last moment to drive the US President down the route un chartered? Setting him up for death? I think as it was not Joe Soap it then must be Mister CIA.

Dangerous ground we travel on today my readers but an amazing fact is this case just will not go away. The dirty tricks department exists in all nations as what comes under defense office of the interior.  Dont be surprised dears it has always existed since time began. The Official Secrets Act is a clue.

One more thing. Look at the last photograph. The lamp shade. The bag on the floor the fact that her body is wrong way on the bed. It all has been arranged but not by a woman to look as if shed died in her sleep but owing to her bruises she may have fought like a tiger.

Thank you for being my readers I hope one day someone investigates this case fully and clearly so no doubt is in our minds. For this woman is still a legend for all time.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2019.

The mystery of Doctor Death.

Just how did a war criminal a mass murderer slip through the net of justice at Nuremberg trials. In fact being there ready to take the stand someone let him go from his cell. Witnesses ready in place to have Doctor Death hanged as mass murderer?

images_010 Heim 1942

Doctor Death was born on 28th June 1914 as Aribert Ferdinand Heim. An Austrian gymnast 6,2 tall and strong as an ox decided to serve Hitler and so joined the SS. He was just the right Airian type to impress Hitler as Heim was blonde and fit and soon stood out as example of Hitlers new empire.

He was given a doctors rank though no record of him ever having training. It mattered not as Hitler wanted this tall youth to join the team of SS men as in control at death camp Auschwitz in Poland. The Final Solution team that was Hitlers dream to ethnically cleanse the world of what he saw as undesirables. The weak the ill the Jew the black the none German Airean breed.  What ever that is?

Heim operated on the living and removed innards with the patients tied down and awake as guts dumped on the floor and death followed. People almost starving but with nothing other wrong died this way daily on the tables in Heims office. He took to cutting off heads and boiling them in water in a pan on his stove. This he feed to the prisoners and then used the skull on his desk as a paper weight.  He gave similar made skulls to all his SS officers friends to decorate  their desks. The crimes stacked up over  years every day deaths and reports on all cases Heim wrote .His mind was but a sewer and he loved it.

images_007passport photo 1962.

He was by now a living legend in Poland and then  after the war the world knew him too as the most evil man alive outside of the Nazi command.  At the Nazi trials with enough case to hang Heim as a war criminal and mass murderer who tortured innocent peoples for sport.  Some one allowed Heim to escape from his cell.

The Allies did not even call for him to take the stand. Witnesses lined up to condemn Doctor Death but he had left the building into vanishing mists.

For over a decade no one looked for him and under the noses of his accusers Heim married a rich heiress and lived in a villa happy and she gave him two children and life was good for this killer of mankind. It is unlikely that his wife knew anything and over time Heim bought blocks of flats to give him income. In Berlin someone started to investigate. It was 1962 and Heim was tipped off. He packed a bag taking also his prize records of his crimes in a brown leather briefcase. In the early morning air Heim fled with help to Egypt. Here he changed his name and converted to Muslim. Now as Tarek Farid Hussein Heim even learned the language and melted away in the sands of the Nile.


As Tarek Hussein

We know that his children, two boys, now growing up wrote many times to Heim and keeping in touch he lived under the net of detection.  When eventually Mossad the Jewish Nazi hunters located Heim, again someone tipped him off. It was said that Heim had died of Colon cancer on 10th of August 1992. No corpse fond, not even a grave has been located just a wall of total mystery still surrounds this case. If Heim is still alive he will be 105 now in 2019. Unlikely he is alive but where are his remains as proof. The man who was helped right trough his life by unseen unknown hands has escaped justice on earth but not in the law of God will he be allowed such luck. The judgement that awaited him would suit his crime no doubt far better than the hangmans rope he richly deserved.

It is my deepest desire to see justice being Libra in air sign and by nature even so the scales of balance in thought and in  mind.  Beast like Heim ruined Germany by reputation but most of the SS were in fact Austrian like the evil devil Hitler.Heim most certainly Austrian too.  It is all over 70 odd years ago but it is still hard almost impossible to understand such evil cruelty in them to do what they did was devil like. is in in all mankind this way just that never will it come to the surface in most .Or were they evil from day one and in Uniform became evil masters. I ask myself could I do this to a fellow human by choice ? Inside me I hear, no.

So why are so many evil or is it as they say birds of a feather fly together.What ever it is God forbid we never see it again and war to be banned by the people. To tell the Governments make war and we bring you down to be flogged by the people that you represent for we are your masters not you ours. Must be way to stop such insanity? Death is the end but not in bloodshed to please a master a King a president we are all too precious to be slaughtered so the fat man becomes richer on stock market metal prices and arms trading ,which is what a Government gets up to as we fight to the death to help them.  Peace is lovely they want to try it and relax. As for this monster time will have run out and he is toast by now.

Thank you my readers for your kindness in reading my words.

Yours with respect Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2019

Agent Garbo.

In the dark days of 1940 a young Spanish speaking man named Juan Pigol Garcia born in 1912 approached the British Embassy to give his services as a spy. He was not even taken on but that did not stop him. Thinking how to serve the British he could do no better than join the Nazi party and reach even Hitler as spy for him but a double spy to aid the British cause. From Garcias home he put together a master plan .A web of agents all over Britain that did not exist in reality. This was amazing as Garcia had not seen England nor did he know anything to say. The imagined agents he built up had histories made for each of them. A map lay on the table with all British cities and towns ringed off and pins set in with cotton strings showing the whole set out of spies. He reported stories he read in the news papers as from agent x or Y who over time the Germans came to know all these spies and names and families as if real. Hitler was so impressed he gave permission to double all spy pay.

imagesphoto of Agent Garbo in his youthful days in the free Spanish Venezuela army

However it was not the Germans who rattled the lie but the British intelligence at MI5. Garcia was picked up and interviewed by two officers who had traveled. Garcia was found to loyal to the Crown of England and so primed with bits of real fact spread with lies and real facts of invasion of France but with dates four days later than planed. This had the NAZI so interested that D day beaches  not fully  protected. Rommel that great General was back home in Germany at his wife birthday party.

The British main force hit the Normandy beaches in almost light shelling. They marched into France with advanced force but Hitler had been informed and Rommel sent back expressly to sort it all out. Trapped now the British suffered badly as Rommel brought in tank corp and blasted hell at us. A race back to the beach head but if the lies told by Garcia had not been accepted there would not have been a single survivor at Dunkirk.

Garcia renamed by the war office as agent Garbo as he was as famous as that actress whos name they gave him. He retired after that war and was awarded the MBE on the invitation by Sir Peter Petrie on behalf of the King.


Garcia went home to live in peace and died 10th October 1988 in Venezuela. A powerful story teller a convincing liar a brave soul he served as spy to The British during those darkest days of Second World War. With out him those survivors of Dunkirk in 1944 may owe him their lives as much as to those who risked lives sailing anything that floated to help bring them home from the cold sea and those blood soaked sands of Normandy.

I hail them all those reluctant heros and those who sailed in rowing boats and fish smacks to save the wounded and the living from the whole array of fire power against them. It was a brave attempt and a foolish plan by far but it could have been far worse if not for the aid of many who cared.

Garcia was such a man and lucky we were he loved us enough to stay with us.  Rest in peace brave soul we loved you too.


Yours with respect with joy we are saved and war just a distant memory.Let it always be so my brothers may it be peace in your hearts.

Roger, over and out .

Copyright Sir Kevin Parr Bt 2019


Woman of the Fairies.

I come to this as extension to my past blog on ESP. It relates to old Celtic Legend on Bean Shidhe meaning directly in English,  Woman of the Fairies. Over the centuries the Irish have made it into what we know of legend now, namely Banshee. Not to be out done the Scottish have made their own legend on this theme.But is there any real truth in this old morbid tale of the warning of a loved ones death told of by the hearing of a cry that becomes a moan that enters a prolonged terrifying shrill scream then fades away slowly.

We walk into dreams of long ago ,mist filled northern valleys of Scotland and an Earl who saw his own death of battle next day.  He was Lord Ewan of Mull.  He went to fight his won father in law,one Maclaine Of Moy Castle.On his way to the battle fields he saw a washer woman at a stream cleaning blood off shirts.  She thus cried a scream so thin and shrill that he had no doubt it was his death announced. So was born the 16th century legend as part of an older legend that we all know of. Banshee.

The Irish,canny as ever, tell of never having seen the Banshee only of hearing that lingering unearthly scream announcing the death of a loved one

it is said some hear of distant drumming or pipes playing lament then the cry once heard never forgot.


It seems only to be British isles that suffer from Banshee cries. My old Great Grandfather invented the lady in grey ghost after reading Wilkey Collins new book Woman in White. Why did he invent a ghost? It was a cleaver way to keep all who hunted off his land at night. Even as children my sister and I believed it, so no surprise that the myth lived on.

I think many large estates had their ghosts by similar means. Not to say ghosts do not exit. I do know we all have the power to feel death in a loved one.I knew my father had passed from miles away just knew inside me something was wrong. The hour he died he asked for me said he would wait but by the time i arrived he had been dead five hours. Not my fault but always on my mind.


Death is not the end it is the beginning but fear of loss of what we know will cause us pain in human thought of our  own time being called. Still it is not what one will do everyday so hope for longer life and dispel the thought for now. Repent and pray for all we have and be prepared to leave it all one fine day for then we leave.

I tried to examine how this legend came to be similar in two separate nations,It must have traveled with  trade on the high seas. I tried every way but all talk of some one who has heard it but could not contact any who had.


It seems that this whole tale began in the 8th Century when it was fashionable for rich nobles to hire local women to moan and cry at the funeral of family member. it was to show how loved that dead person was in life. This was from ancient Athens the same.The Romans too but it was left to the Scot and the Irish to invent a legend that will remain.


It extended into the spirit of a ghostly lone lady crying. Then into the warning Banshee we have from 10th century until now. This girl even tells you when to die but has no direct connection with that person. The person to die will not hear it only those close as family will be warned.


My verdict for what it is worth we  are unlikely to ever hear one as they do not exist. A good story told around the fire at night had power to be spread across all lands. This is  one of those treasured myths. It relates only to mans fear of death.

Another of mans own religion made up as we went. Effective indeed and as with Great Grandfathers invention rank as able to make one scream and maybe this how the Banshee learned to shriek.

I think a curtain, a thin veil hangs between life and death but we not have the power to see beyond it. We may never understand what is fact and what is fiction unless we make effort to explore. Man makes all the information on this earth up as he progresses. We have not a clue beyond the books, the religion and the mark of man, on both. God has not spoken only leaves us to find the way home ourselves but never takes his eyes off any of us. Now that is  a tale to speak of around the camp fire but it is always avoided. Why! because for so many they really do not want to believe but are willing to put faith in legends.

Perhaps the search must be inside of us to discover who we really are, each of us. The unassuming belief in the man called Buddha , the enlightened one. Reveals the thought that we live many times  before selection. Man belief again but then  Buddhism  will agree calmly and respectfully so. I come to see Buddha in his true stance who is not a God but a man who studied hard to find himself.

Mankind has such power, such a computer of a brain, but he has never found peace and love, yet so that power is unknown to us. The Buddhist may have locked into that latent power not by magic but by study and prayer, gentle rest and open hand. God is in the mind and Navarna is out there waiting for us. Mind is a power unit as nothing else on earth can imitate. I believe they have found a way by strict control of thought and prayer they have come nearer to understanding the spiritual need and the power God given to each of us to be happy and see life as but a test.

No legend no faith in false God no need for war no need for gold .no greed no harm or hurt for they have found perfect peace and joy in prayer. May it serve as a lesson to the rest of us. This world is myth and meaningless as we find our own way back home, like E.T we are travelers in time.

Today I have wandered off the path of history perhaps but still this remains the greatest mystery, who are we really? The bible tells us we had been made in 7 days. Well perhaps some 70 million years is nearer the truth. Man, made of stardust and radiation , image of God who made us. Do will live many times to gain the knowledge or do we fill the memory section on the brain as a library that some power stores. I ask myself often are we just her to be tested the meaning in finding God before we are judged. Is that we have far more power than we can imagine. Do others use it to destroy this world. As we age I thought all answers we will know. How wrong I was for only questions remain. Who are we? what is life and why the test if God loves us a test seems rather unloving. Or did we manage to upset our father so badly we are to be tried as the bible decree stands. I dont know and cannot say for I am just a humble human.

Sorry if my ramblings are not what you want to read.I promise to get back to historic facts soon. What I have written is my thoughts out loud. Maybe others are thinking much that same. One hopes so for life is short and we need to find the way home.


Thank you for reading, ,if you have any thoughts perhaps you can reply to me.Always interested in reactions of my readers. May be you know more than me and want to share.

Peace be with you all, Sir Kevin.

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