KATESPIRACY THEORIES: A Strange Case Sequel

Meanwhile, Candace Owens Bets Her Career The First Lady of France Is A Dude

Since we’re in a war against godless Marxists, the Karl Marx quote “History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce,” sounds hugely appropriate. Princess Diana was the tragedy. Princess Kate is the farce.

“Strange days have found us / Strange days have tracked us down / They’re going to destroy our casual joys / Shall we go on playing or find a new town…?” — The Doors, “Strange Days”

“You know how I know it's the end of the world? Everything's already been done. Every kind of music's been tried. Every kind of government's been tried. Every hairstyle.  Every bubble gum flavor and breakfast cereal. What are we going to do? How are we going to make another thousand years? I'm telling you, it's over. We used it all up.”— Kathryn Bigelow’s Strange Days (1995)

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Oy vey, fellow travelers! It’s the Ides of March, and our absurdist Age of Apocalypse is only getting curiouser and curiouser when it comes to the so-called “Royal” family! 

Which/Witch of course makes perfect sense, since the ongoing disappearance of Kate Middleton has sent even the normiest of normies down the rabbit hole. Just remember, confrère Alices, to warn your muggle friends: Dig deep enough and the subterranean bunnies start to show vampire teeth. 

I didn’t think I would have to “circle back” to this strange-and-getting-stranger tale so soon, since the Controlled Corrupt Collectivist Corporate Criminal Clown media is on it — which should be a “tell” in-and-of-itself. When even the most officious of late night dual-citizen (UK/American) fart-sniffing propagandists like John Oliver are demanding proof-of-life, it’s time to start smelling a gaseous rat.

There’s been breathless news-and-gossip media (is there a difference nowadays?) deconstruction of the Palace’s failed Narratives for almost two weeks now: Dubious paparazzi snap after fishy picture after questionable photo, ever since my much-read and almost just-as-much plagiarized March 3rd Substack, “The Strange Case of Missing Kate Middleton”: From March 4th's MaybeKate in an Audi with her mom; to March 10th’s (U.K.) Mother’s Day sussed-out, fessed-up fake photo of Kate with her creepy-looking kids (sorry!), which proved nothing other than a total existential public relations disaster; leading almost immediately after the PR setback into March 11th’s MaybeKate head-turned-sideways photo, as she and Prince William were driven to Westminster Abbey…for an event that only he ultimately showed up for. 

Not suspicious at all! Actually, hugely suspicious of course, escalatingly suspicious, to the point where you’ve got to question whether this latest Mediagasm is nothing more than a slight-of-Hidden-Hand distraction from the far more important and horrible things going on in the world, and the Royals-with-Transylvania-roots are punking us because they despise their subjects and the global cattle at least as much as all the other 0.1%ers do, maybe more, maybe much much more, and after all this speculation, Kate Middleton is going to show up looking good as new, or maybe good as old, right after Easter, as promised, and everybody who got on board the “Where’s Kate?” conspiracy train will be mocked for 24 hours or so, which will put the story to bed for all intents and purposes in the corporate media, right before the wicked Wurlitzer cranks up some new tune for the two-legged sheeple to herk and jerk and twerk their never-ending zombie dance.

Not saying I believe that. But I’m increasingly entertaining the possibility, because it seems bizarre to me that the Royal PR machine, usually such a ruthlessly well-honed machine, would fock this all up so badly. And boy, has this been a PR debacle. 

Unless…unless…I flashback to the prophecy of that guru I spoke with at Anarchapulco a half-dozen years or so back — I wish I could remember who it was, cuz boy I’d like to talk to him again — who advised me that in the forthcoming American Apocalypse, the forces of Good and Evil would become ever-more clearly defined, and people would no longer be able to ignore either. Evil would be compelled to reveal itself, and everyone alive would be forced to choose one way or the other before The End/New Beginning. No more lukewarm spit for humanity. You’re going to need to pick a side, just like Kittridge said. 

So maybe that’s what’s up. The demons are delirious and can’t think straight, or they’re having a helluva laff putting their meat puppets through the ringer. Unless, like I said, it’s all bullshit, all a distraction, the bread crumbs as big as bread loaves to turn even the most moronic of mouth breathers into Alex Jones wannabes, while L.I.H.O.P. Israel flattens Gaza to get End Times evangelicals cheering baby sacrifice and the wacky cases against President Orange kinda sorta fall apart and the Boeing whistleblower gets whacked and the Xiden fakeministration makes a move for total internet censorship control under the guise of stifling TikTok and the devil knows what else. Missing Kate Middleton’s just a story to take up a whole lotta time on TeeVee news and thus inside the masses’ mindspace. Plus (+?) did you see Ryan Gosling’s “I’m Just Ken” pink performance at the otherwise boring af Oscars? Two days of coverage about that! Love that guy! 

“History repeats, first as tragedy, second as farce.”

In any event, I’m not going to regurgitate the minute dissections of the three MaybeKate photos that threw gasoline on the Katespiracy bonfire, but I will de-occult them a bit, and mention things I’ve not seen anybody else address (which doesn’t mean they haven’t; I only read about this stuff until I’m convinced enough to stop reading). 

For the first picture of MaybeKate in the Audi with her mom on March 4th, the day after my Substack ran, all I needed to read was this snarky piece from the women’s website/podcast Betches, by Fleurine Tideman, who I’m sure would hate me IRL ("I think I love unlikeable female characters so much because I literally am one”) and probably vice-versa, but wow, I love her on the page. Clever and funny. The missing mole? The snub nose? The rounder, fuller face? Different hair? Only one photo? Only one family member? Only car pix? I’ll let Ms. Tideman take it from there. 

All those points were basically reiterated in one form or another in a slew of other stories, many of them trying to debunk the theorizing, but to her credit, Ms. Tideman went public with them first, while the vast majority of corporate media was still breathlessly telling us how wonderful it was to see Kate out and about with her unsmiling mom. 

But I’ve got more than all that, something slyer, something I know these manipulative malevolent maniacs do, which/witch is to include humorous “tells.” Occultists are obliged to show you the deception that reveals their falsehood(s), to tell you “This is a lie.” If you don’t catch them, then the spell they’re casting gains ever more reality-bending power. But if you do…

For starters, the shady, grainy new paparazzi photograph of Kate in the passenger seat of an Audi with her mother, Carole Middleton, “near Windsor Castle,” first appeared on the American celebrity gossip site TMZ — what a giveaway! “This is a Hollywood production, people!” —and was so unconvincing that not a single British newspaper or website has yet published it. They wrote about it, but no media that I’ve found in the U.K. actually shared the photograph with readers. 

Which can only mean the Royal Family leaned on them all to not publish it, which they can do because citizens and media in the U.K. have no free speech equivalent to the First Amendment. What they have instead is the inversion, something the U.K. media has deemed a “Super-injunction,” a tort law that prevents publication of information that is in issue, to the extreme where it prevents the reporting of the fact that the injunction exists at all.

Not only would British media be found in Contempt of Court for reporting alleged information under a super-injunction, they’d be found in Contempt of Court for telling you who obtained a super-injunction. Another term for it in the U.K. is a “D-Card,” or at least it used to be. I can no longer find any reference to a U.K. media muzzling when the Royals or the British government plays the “D-Card.” If you can find something, please LMK in the comments. [EDIT: Someone did! Here’s a July, 2015 story from The Guardian.]

As a reminder, and as many of you Royal obsessives may or may not know, or may or may not care cuz you foolishly worship them, “The royals will do anything to keep their secrets buried [and are] the real enemies of history.” I’m not going to repeat myself, but if you want to learn about the real power of The Crown, and the difference between a Monarch who reigns and a leader who rules, go here. 

Necessary digression over. Now let’s get a closer look at that Audi. Look in the upper right hand corner of the photo of the car, or, more precisely “Stage Left.” See the “No” symbol? Here, I’ll point it out for you, it looks like a recently added sticker:

Kate in shadow, mom caught between light and darkness. A “No” symbol, as in “It’s not her,” Stage Left. “The left-handed path”? Don’t believe me? Fine. Stick with Fleurine Tideman then, cuz even without the black magick spell/tell, this photo is less convincing than Zawe Ashton in The Marvels.

Is the woman in the Audi’s passenger seat Princess Kate? The car and the photograph are emphatically telling you “No.”

It’s also worth asking — considering all the hubbub about how A.I. photograph-ish-es are finally looking like they’re climbing out of the uncanny valley — whether the Audi photo could be A.I. I mean…how far away was this shot taken? Paparazzi have amazing photo lenses now, especially a photojournalist goon chasing a missing princess, or so you’d think. A grainy, indistinct photograph might well be A.I.: Fuzz it up, make it tougher to discern. Still, considering how fast the alterations got sussed out in the next (U.K.) Mother’s Day photograph, it’s more likely the gal in the car is Kate’s callipygian sister Pippa, which may or may not be a correct guess but I do like writing that word. Or maybe it’s a well-done dummy. Who knows? I don’t!

Before moving on to the catastrophic (U.K.) Mother’s Day photo #Fail, let’s note a few other things that happened that quickly got pushed into the memory hole. 

On March 5th, while people were starting to question the Audi photo, the British Army posted on its website, and then swiftly removed, that “Kate, Princess of Wales will be attending the Army’s annual ‘Trooping the Colour’ event” on June 8th. It would have been part of the Princess’s royal duty to do so; reviewing the display is a requirement of her role as Colonel of the Irish Guards, the regiment which is designated to march and display its color this summer. The story was broken by TIME magazine, which was ignored when it asked Kensington Palace about the posting and removal, before getting a “no comment” from the U.K.’s Ministry of Defence. So Kate’s not going to be available for public events by June 8th?

Then on March sixth, two days after the grainy MaybeKate photo appeared and one day after the British Army pronouncement snafu, corporate media was blaring headlines that “Prince William Breaks His Silence on Kate Middleton’s Disappearance.” 

But did he? No. Not really.

If you read the actual story, you learn that Wills didn’t actually say anything like that himself; in fact, at that point the Prince had not been seen in public since March 1, and would not be seen again until March 11. What we got was a statement from one of his spokesmen to People magazine, which was then amplified outward in a gazillion other click-hungry publications: "His focus is on his work and not on social media.” 

That’s it. An unnamed “spokesman” made a generic comment to a garbage U.S. celebrity rag that is the sole source for headlines trumpeted across all corporate media. For all we know, an ambitious/controlled reporter or editor at People magazine made it up, or repeated something from a contact at Buckingham Palace who actually has no more of an idea WTF is going on that you or me. Which/Witch is possible, once we scratch at the ragazine’s reporter, even just a little. 

The People “reporter” is named Simon Perry, and he’s a Brit, not an American. His People bio tells us his entire career, 25+ years, has been spent covering the British Royal Family, and he’s produced two documentaries, about Princess Di[e] and the wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. Dudes like that do not get to keep doing gigs like that unless they carry water for the Royals when the chips are down. And right now, the chips are down. Way down. My advice is believe nothing about this Mediagasm that’s printed by an American corporate celebrity gossip rag running on methane fumes like People, and most certainly don’t believe it if it’s written by a royal hack like Simon Perry. Remember what I showed you about Daily Mail’s royal “reporter” Richard Eden (begin at the Feb. 9th dateline)? More of the same. 

The sloppy March 10th (U.K.) Mother’s Day photo has been deconstructed to death (hopefully not Kate’s!), so I won’t say much more about it other than I knew it was an AI fake from almost the first couple seconds, because I noticed the shoes of daughter, Charlotte, do not match; one has a heel and the other does not.

Since then, the analysis of the (U.K.) Mother’s Day photo, allegedly taken by Prince William, has undergone more microscopic investigation than the Zapruder Film. The largest number of errors were chronicled by The Daily Mail: Sixteen! Others wondered if there was any subtextual messaging from the super-injunction gagged media that withdrew the picture, as they called their actions a “kill notice.” 

Is missing Kate Middleton the “gamification” of conspiracy theories? Remember: that was what proved such a hook for the “Q” psyop as well.

As for the “In plain sight” occult “tell,” it’s the little boy on the left, Louis, with his middle fingers crossed, a long-time signifier of lying, and missing half his index digit, an esoteric “sign of a spiritual attack.” And, since trans children are all the rage nowadays, doesn’t it appear that Princess Charlotte has an Adam’s apple while Louis does not? (To whoever pointed that out to me, I apologize for not sourcing you; I can’t find your comment/text/email/PM/PT). 

What does it meeeeeeeean? Are they all laughing at you?

The (U.K.) Mother’s Day photo was such a communications catastrophe — Prince William allegedly took the photo but the Princess ended up apologizing for it? Why did he not defend her? — that we got another photograph of MaybeKate the next day, sorta, her head turned away from the camera as she traveled in a Land Rover with her husband to an event he attended (his first public appearance since March 1) but she did not.

As was quickly pointed out by a few of the steadily more aggressive members of the media, it’s another obviously doctored photo: The bricks seen above the SUV’s roof do not match the color, nor the camera focus, nor an intersectional corner’s edge of the bricks, seen through the car window. Moreover, Kate’s head placement exactly replicates a photo of her from behind at a royal event last year. See right here and below:

Rule of Three, Strike Three.

On the de-occulting front, bricks carry important symbolism, and not only because they are associated with builders and thus Masonry (dig this story!). The archetypical symbology of a brick or bricks, should one appear in your dreams, is an immovable and ambiguous object, maybe protecting you but also possible an insurmountable challenge. In voodoo and hoodoo, red brick dust specifically is used for protection and cleansing spells. A line of red brick dust across your doorway, for example, is an ancient way to protect a house from an unwanted presence (I wonder how it’s working in the world’s voodoo capital of Haiti ATM). 

A mixture of brick colors, however, suggests conflict, “a house divided against itself.” So to extrapolate what we see in the Land Rover photo, we’re seeing upper realm forces of protection and cleansing pressing down on a house divided in the lower realm. Or something. 

Okay, so there you have some new, darker insights about the MaybeKate photos that your normie pals have been obsessing over the past few days. Now onto the really Really REALLY strange stuff. 

First, as was helpfully pointed out to me by numerologist/gematria theorist Alex Fulton of the Cryptokubrology Substack, in South Park’s 2011 episode “Royal Pudding,” parodying the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton, the Princess-to-be is kidnapped by supernatural forces before the wedding, leading to a scene with royal obsessives shouting “The Princess is gone! The Princess is gone!” [OMG, that quick concert bit with Rush is funny as hell] Usually we get this kind of thing from The Simpsons, but maybe people should start pouring over old episodes of South Park for insights to what’s coming. 

“And it seems to me / You lived your life / Like a flower breaking wind…”

Next: How many of you remember the now-dead Queen Elizabeth II’s dark and disturbing “Last Christmas” speech? I remember it, I recall the media being quite puzzled by it, because she also said something about “dark forces sweeping across the countryside.” I thought I recalled hearing about it a year or two before the bad-flu-season-that-got-spun-into-a-fake-pandemic, but the general online consensus is that it occurred in December 2015. Now, however, I can find no trace of it, and none of the videos nor transcripts for any of the Queen’s recent Christmas speeches include those words or phrases.  I was reminded of QE II’s “Last Christmas” speech by a comment on my March 3 Substack from “Geneva Thatcher.” Do not presume I agree with everything Ms. “Thatcher” asserts, but I do recall that weird speech. So now I gotta ask the hivemind here: DOES ANYBODY ELSE REMEMBER THE QUEEN’S “LAST CHRISTMAS” SPEECH? 

Either way, onward: If you don’t remember the “Last Christmas” speech, you might more likely recall the short-lived (but now revived!) philandering #PrinceOfPegging scandal from July, 2022. A claggy gossip site claimed/revealed that Prince William’s favorite fetish was to get pegged (i.e., submissively permitting an anal pounding from a woman wearing a strap-on dildo). Naughty Wills was keeping a blue blood mistress, a former model and the current Marchioness of Cholmondeley Rose Hanbury, to do the deed. Rose is married to Prince William’s pal David Rocksavage, a name you’d barely believe if they tossed it at you in a James Bond movie. During the original #PrinceOfPegging hubbub, a British reporter named Giles Coren tweeted and then quickly deleted “everyone knows about the affair.” The Royal Family played that D-Card faster than a bridge trump, I bet. 

[American Asshole Aside: FWIW, California’s gaping Gov. Gavin Newsom also has a fetish for getting pegged, really really deep and hard, if you can believe a few dank Hollywood and political gossip sites. He has, in fact, been captured on video squealing like a stuck pig through a rictus grin cacophonous mixture of anguish and delight while his ex-wife and now Donald Trump Jr.’s fiancé (!?!) Kimberly Guilfoyle reams him like a lusty locomotive with a ten-inch black assblaster. Allegedly! But that’d be one helluva blackmail play, wouldn’t it? “One Nation Under Blackmail,” remember!] 

The Super-Injunction/D-Card just raised its ugly censorious head again in the past few days when it comes to Rose Hanbury (Rose and Bury?), Marchioness of Cholmondeley, as the Guardian newspaper was forced to remove her name from a speculative article regarding the missing Princess. 

William and Kate and Rose…O my!

We know that while Prince Charles was married to Diana Spencer, Princess Di[e], he was having at least one affair, with his now wife and Queen Consort Camilla Parker Bowles (Bowles? Bowels? You can’t make this shit up, no pun intended). We know that Diana, in turn, took a series of lovers, including the handsome and athletic James Hewitt, who is the presumed actual father of Harry. 

So let’s presume Prince William’s been getting his anally impaled freak on with a less uptight mistress, because “his wife is far too old fashioned to engage in” riding her husband like he’s a broken baloney pony, yeee-ha! Where does Kate go, then, to get her amorous antics satisfied? A woman has needs, after all!

How about somebody she knows? How about somebody who is handsome and charming and dashing? Somebody with a long list of lovely conquests? Somebody she’s surely heard rockstar-in-bed things about, from someone whom she trusts, like her sister Pippa? 

Pippa, let’s recall, was once romantically, or at least carnally, connected to Thomas Kingston, the recently suspiciously dead financier who succumbed to "a traumatic head wound” at his family’s Cotswold estate on February 25th, according to the coroner's office, which added that there was “a gun present at the scene.”

I’m sure you can tell where I’m going with this, and I’m not the only one. The “conspiracy theory” would be that Kate and Thomas Kingston were having an affair and he needed to go, for…reasons. What those reasons could be, there’s a long list of possibilities, from the simple “They fell in love and she wanted out of the marriage and the whole blessing/curse of being a royal” to things much more sinister and nefarious. Beats me, but the D-Card being tossed at coverage of the Wills/Rose affair suggests there might be something to it. Plus whatever else we can presume hasn’t come out about Thomas Kingston’s death because of “super-injunctions.” 

Finally, lastly, and boy has this gone on much longer than I planned, we have an interesting “tell” from The Daily Wire’s token hottie, Candace Owens.

Candace, as you perhaps are aware, is actually now legally named Candace Owens-Farmer. She married her British husband George Farmer, in 2019; he proposed two weeks after they met at the launch of Turning Point UK, a conservative student organization. George Farmer is the son of Lord Michael Farmer, and was the chairman of Turning Point UK at the time. Thanks to her marriage, Candace holds an official, if minor, British title now, too: The Hon. Mrs. George Farmer.

George Farmer and the Hon. Mrs. George Farmer.

Thus, I’ve been paying peripheral attention to The Hon. Mrs. George Farmer’s podcast for the past month, listening for the dog that never barked. Talking about missing Kate Middleton has been serious clickbait, yet The Daily Wire’s coverage generally and Candace Owens’s coverage particularly has been conspicuous by its absence. Candace didn’t mention it at all until this week, two days ago. She spent three minutes debunking and dismissing it (“She just needs a breather”) one day after her incredibly brave or incredibly foolish or maybe both podcast where she spent 20 minutes “betting my career” on the conspiracy theory that France’s Furst Lady Brigitte Macron (née Trogneux), the 70-year old wife of France’s 47-year old Rothschild banker turned President Emmanuel Macron…was born a man.

This sounds insane, in fact Candace even puts “INSANE” in all caps for the title of her video, which she additionally claims reveals “The biggest scandal in human history,” which would certainly be true unless and until, say, it turned out the wife of a former U.S. President was also found to have been born a man. Juuuuuust sayin’. 

The controlled corrupt collectivist corporate criminal clown media is going to go both barrels after brave/crazy Candace Owens, but the fact of the matter is that questions about Brigitte Macron’s birth gender are blowing up in France and throughout the EU, to the point where President Emmanuel Macron has been forced to address them, on International Women’s Day, no less: “The worst thing is false information & fabricated scenarios. People eventually believe them and disturb you, even in your intimacy.” Maybe so, but those wigs ain’t helping your case, pal. Nor the wink you gave after denying it.

Anyway, the conspiracy theory that Brigitte Macron was born a man definitely sounds insane, it certainly sounded insane four years ago when I was contemplating it in a few places, which were all deeted from the interwebz a while back, that happens to me a lot, but the only reason I wrote about it back then was because there are certainly some…incongruities.

I won’t list them all, I suggest you give The Hon. Mrs. George Farmer’s podcast segment a listen, or her followup, she goes into far more detail than I, but in short, and far from complete:

>  The accusation is that Brigitte Macron (née Trogneux) was born a man and lived that way for 30 years. Brigitte says no, the person she’s accused of being is actually her brother, Jean-Michel Trogneux. Which would be easy enough to prove, if anybody could find her brother. No one can. 

> No pictures of Brigitte before her 30s have ever been found. No pictures or appearances of her brother have been seen since Brigitte Macron appeared on the scene after her 30th year.

> No one has been able to find Brigitte’s alleged first husband, André-Louis Auzière, a French banker like Emmanuel Macron. The bank he reportedly worked for, the Bank of Commerce & Exterior, does not and never has existed, according to official chronicles of the banking sector.

> With pressure rising in France in 2020 about Brigitte’s Secret History and whether that banking huzb ever even existed, Auzière’s daughter Tiphaine Auzière suddenly popped up to announce dad’d recently died and was buried “in the strictest privacy” on Christmas Eve, 2019. “He was a being apart, a nonconformist who valued his anonymity more than anything. He must be respected,” the 36-year-old barrister told Paris Match, refusing to divulge the grave’s whereabouts. Brigitte Macron, mother of Tiphaine Auzière and supposedly married to André-Louis Auzière from 1974-2006, made no statement about her first husband’s passing. 

There’s more, a lot more, more More MORE to this story, and while I’m not saying I believe it, I am saying you should listen to Candace yourself and draw your own conclusions. But I will say is this, in Rule of Three parts:

1- IDK if Brigitte Macron was born a man or not, but, as I wrote previously, in my Feb. 12th Substack about Psyop Super Bowl 58 —  in relation to fixed professional sports, 9/11 as inside job, the maybe faked moon landing, the Covid “PLANdemic,” and whether Big Michelle Obama was born a man (hmmmm) — the intent of mainstreaming all these conspiracy theories isn’t about finding the Truth, but sowing chaos and doubt among the masses, to confuse their very sense of reality (even if they’re all true, and I’m only confirming 9/11 and the “PLANdemic” are). The intent is to invert the world into “a ball of confusion,” a faux foundation for a throne of lies, whereupon sits the god of this possibly prison planet. Y’all know who that is, amirite? 

2- This conspiracy theory may be a fraud in order to move goalposts away from the unsettling True Fact that Emmanuel and Brigitte Macron first became romantically involved when he was a 15 year old schoolboy and she was his 40-year old high school teacher (I remember when all the reporting stated that he was 14 and she was 39, but age of consent in France is 15, so that’s all been changed apparently). It was "a love often clandestine, often hidden, misunderstood by many before imposing itself," Macron wrote in one his multiple autobiographies, which gives you an idea of how full of himself this clown is.

3- While smart, articulate and hot as hell, Candace Owens is not to be trusted and neither is the increasingly shady-looking Daily Wire nor their slate of Zionist/Neocon war-mongers and creepy weirdos. The Hon. Mrs. George Farmer has divided loyalties, she’s a titled Brit by marriage, which makes her very close to a dual citizen. She avoided talking about missing Kate Middleton for weeks because she was told to not talk about Kate Middleton by somebody, I’d bet a bitcoin, and she’s trying to deflect from the hunt for the absent Princess by tossing Brigitte Macron’s maybe missing dick into the poisonous punchbowl of what the afore-mentioned Anarchapulco guru would have defined as internecine Illuminati warfare. O, BTW: “Hitler just wanted to make Germany great” again. I’m sure that was a helpful moment for Prez Naranja and the nationalist cause. Remember: Trust No One (not even me).

If you made it this far, I thank you deeply. This is far and away the longest thing I’ve written in quite some time. Things are not what they seem, that’s a surety; what they are, we are yet to find out. But we will. I’ve got it on pretty stellar authority that “All that is secret will eventually be brought into the open, and everything that is concealed will be brought to light and made known to all.” AMEN.

“I'm aware that people I have loved and have died are in the spirit world looking after me.” — Diana Spencer. And so the cycle continues.