One Tactical Drive: Machynlleth to Shrewsbury , The Move In – July 31, 2016

One Tactical Drive: Machynlleth to Shrewsbury – July 31, 2016

Fresh from Thailand in late June 2016, I returned determined to build a new life. I had put Museum of Treasure in place, discovered what I believed was my £1 million idea, and set my sights on moving forward. Shrewsbury was to be the next chapter—one year to focus on my goals, my dreams, and a fresh start away from the chaos. I was planning on living there not just 1 year. 

On July 31, 2016, I left Machynlleth and made the tactical drive to Shrewsbury. That single journey was enough to remind me of the reality I faced. What should have been a straightforward relocation turned into a clear signal: trouble was waiting.

Early Signs

Before I even stepped out of the vehicle, I identified threats. Two men—Muslim, local elderly —were watching me closely, their attention sharp and intentional. A third man, a doorman, made a cutting gesture across his ankle, implying my feet would be sawn off. I confronted him directly, and after a few words, he backed down and returned to his post in the club lol. 

It was obvious: they wanted me to know issues were coming before I had even moved in. 

Background Links

This was no isolated moment. The blog ties back to Barmouth and Gwynedd, where corruption, mental health abuse rings, and criminal networks were deeply rooted. Everything was being fed from there into wider systems—mental health institutions, local communities, even international elements.

I had already been documenting abusers, corrupt doctors, and other figures through my links with MI6. Thailand had shown me how far they would go. In their reports, The redwood centre they even fabricated claims that I carried the AIDS virus. I don’t. It was another attempt to taunt, to undermine, to destroy health—because they knew I always said, health is wealth , thought they were being clever. 

Shrewsbury: 2016–2017

The transfer from Machynlleth mental health services to Shrewsbury was supposed to happen formally. It didn’t. Instead, I was sectioned inappropriately just days later, with fabricated reports designed to damage me.

Despite this, I lived in Shrewsbury for almost a year—from July 31, 2016 until May 2017 (my birthday), before being moved into what became known as the “death flat.” From there, I would eventually end up in Telford, beginning a 2,628-day hold that I could never have foreseen when first driving into Shrewsbury. ( In Blind but clearly not stupid).

While there, I faced harassment and mental torture. Much of it came not from native Shrewsbury locals but from outsiders—foreigners, Muslims, Indians—all fed from the same source: Barmouth and Gwynedd.

Not this is not racism it is was it is and was what it was im just identifying this it not personal but it was from them obviously. 

Yet despite the attacks, there were also moments of normality. I visited Shrewsbury regularly, built connections, and tried to carve out a space for my work. Still, the mental health games, the torture, and the criminals tied to the system were never far away.

Reflection

Looking back, that first tactical drive was symbolic. Even before I parked the car, the problems showed themselves. 50a Mardol was my base, and from the start, I knew challenges were coming—they made it clear.

But my focus remained. I kept pushing forward, documenting, exposing, and moving on to each new chapter, even as others stayed trapped in the same toxic cycle.

Next Connections

This short blog marks the move from Thailand 2016 into Shrewsbury. It links to future accounts:

• Shrewsbury Work Blog (2022–2023) – the fallout with Dave (ex-employee) and others.
• Telford: 2,628 Days – the long hold and what it revealed.
• Barmouth & Gwynedd Abuse Rings – the roots of it all. But lets not forget Egypt , Kenya and of course Thailand. 

Each part of the journey built into the wider story: my life, my deaths, their plans failed.

Closing Note

The July 31, 2016 tactical drive was more than just moving house—it was a marker, a warning, and the beginning of another brutal chapter. But like always, I carried on. I ignored the noise, trusted my instincts, and focused on my mission: exposing corruption, surviving their games, and continuing to build a new life to build my emoire from only 1 pence and i did but got targeted and destroyed 100%. 

👉 This blog follows directly on from Thailand 2016 and leads into the later Shrewsbury and Telford chapters.