Third Epstein File Release

 

The latest batch of file releases related to Jeffrey Epstein has been completed. They reveal some shocking information, especially relating to the nonce formerly known as Prince. The figurehead of this new bombshell is Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor kneeling on a floor looking up at the camera. The camera flash is reflected in his eyes and he is dressed casually in jeans and a white shirt. Lying on the floor beneath him is a young woman whose face has been redacted. She is lying flat on her back and looks as if she's unconscious. It's difficult to know for sure what is going on here. Maybe she fainted and Andrew is taking care of her until the ambulance arrives... but knowing what we do about this scandal I suspect something more sinister is afoot. There's nothing to reveal in what situation the photo was taken, but there are emails between Andrew and Epstein discussing an upcoming dinner party in London in which Andrew was to be introduced to a Russian lady, aged twenty-six; too old for Jeffrey obviously. They're dated 2010 so there's no doubt Andrew and Epstein remained friends following his conviction. Andrew's ex-wife, Sarah Ferguson, also seemed to be very chummy with Epstein. She called him her "dear spectacular and special friend" when she emailed him while on a flight involving a layover in Florida; and she invited him to take tea with her. This was in 2009, just a year after Epstein had been sleeping in prison overnight for trafficking teenage girls. The former Duchess of York has declined to comment. A new name that has popped up, without much shock on my part, is Peter Lord Mandelson. Mandelson was a long-sitting cabinet Minister under Tony Blair, an EU Commissioner before Brexit and was appointed Britain's Ambassador to the United States by Keir Starmer. Probably you can guess by now that he's not a very nice guy; in fact his nickname is "Prince of Darkness" because of his ghoulish demeanour and evil gaze. He was expelled when it was revealed that he sent supportive messages to Jeffrey Epstein. Now we find out it was much worse than that. Epstein sent Lord Mandelson money, £10,000 in fact. This was allegedly for an "osteopathy course"; which is an odd thing for a financier to fund for somebody else. Epstein also invited Elon Musk to one of his "parties" on the island. Musk replied enthusiastically, but never ended up attending. Some embarrassing documents have also emerged that may be email drafts involving Bill Gates. Gloria Allred, a solicitor representing Epstein's victims, in unhappy with the latest file release. She thinks some of her clients' names were published illicitly and not redacted, contravening data protection practice. She was assured by the US Department of Justice that this would not happen. She hopes to get the files edited, but nothing can be done about the ones already downloaded. Source: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cevnmxyy4wjo. Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor has been cleared by the Metropolitan Police, but the FBI still have suspicions and want to interview him.
 
This is, almost inevitably, not the end of the story. US Deputy Attorney General Todd Blanche, who has managed the publication, said that the DOJ has fulfilled its duty under the directive ordered by President Trump; "it's job over!" Gloria Allred disagrees and she is not alone. Questions are being asked by congresspeople who have calculated that two-and-a-half million files remain classified. As I've said previously, Trump's own rhetoric on this matter has become so diluted compared to what he said during his first couple of months in office that I wonder what has changed. I also worry that this cover-up is going on because the authorities have decided the truth is too horrible to tell. The people do not have the mental and social stamina to absorb a revelation of such magnitude. See: https://hpanwo-voice.blogspot.com/2026/01/trump-2-one-year-on.html. This a direct parallel to the UFO truth embargo; but what if the secrets relating to children are even worse? I have long suspected that they are. Here's a passage from my novel Roswell Redeemed- Humanity After Disclosure:
Brendan left the campus and rode back into central Rockville. In doing so he realized something that he had noticed subconsciously on his journey out, but it had not registered at the time. There was very little traffic on the roads, even for a public holiday. He passed an occasional car, but far fewer than normal; and there were no buses or lorries. When he arrived back in town he saw a group of people standing on a street corner. They were clustered close together outside the door of a solicitors' office. Brendan thought there was something wrong about their posture. He slowed down to listen to their voices. They were all weeping. Their heads were bowed, they were covering their face with their hands and they wailed pitifully together. Brendan pedalled harder and sped away from them, feeling afraid for some reason. He turned his bicycle onto Park Road and followed it under the railway bridge into a residential district. He then spotted four people sitting in a front garden outside a house; three men and five women. They were crouched on the grass crying. Brendan was so surprised that he pulled up by the kerb and stared. The people didn't notice him; they never looked up. They stayed where they were, half-sitting on the grass with tears dropping from their noses. Brendan rode on. Less than a minute later he passed an old man walking down a lane crying openly. Then he saw a married couple whom he knew by sight, but whose names he couldn't remember. They were also weeping profusely. Brendan was unnerved so he headed home as quickly as he could. On the way he encountered a number of other people all in tears. It was as if the entire town had turned into one big funeral. When he got home he left his bicycle in the garage and entered his home. "Mom, dad, are you there?" He walked into the lounge and saw his mother and father hunched forward on the settee watching television. "Mom, dad, why is everybody crying...?" His words caught in his throat as he saw tears in his parents' eyes. They were clutching each other's hands as if seeking support from each other. His eyes moved to the TV screen where a narrator was speaking in a sombre voice: "...the true magnitude of what has been done for more years than we currently know..." His mother leaped for the TV remote control in a panic and almost threw herself on top of it. The screen went blank. She got to her feet and faced her son, her face trembling. "Brendan, go to your room now."
    "Why? What's going on?" Brendan asked as a very half-hearted interrogation. He knew he had no choice but to obey. As he reached the top of the stairs he heard her bark behind him: "Wait!" She ran up the stairs and pushed past him into his bedroom and came out carrying his personal computer.
    He reached out for it. "Oh no, mom!"
    "Go to bed!" she responded in a tremulous voice and pointed at the door.
    "It's only four o'clock!"
    She slammed the door of his bedroom behind him as soon as he was inside.
    He passed an anxious evening reading his books, cut off from the outside world... The following morning Brendan awoke while it was still dark outside. He poked his head out of his bedroom and heard somebody moving about downstairs. He descended to the kitchen and saw his father sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal... "Morning, dad." said Brendan.
    His father looked up sharply... "Hello, son." he said breathlessly. "It's only six-thirty. What are you doing up this early?"
    He shrugged. "Because I went to bed early I guess."
    His father chuckled sadly. "We can't keep you in bed forever can we?"
    "What's going on, dad?"
    He sighed tremulously. "Sit down, Bren."
    Brendan poured himself a glass of orange juice from the fridge and took his place on a stool opposite his father.
    "We didn't want to expose you to what's happened. It's too horrible. The reason I'm up so early is I'm heading into DC to deal with it. I've got a meeting with Jack scheduled for eight AM."
    Brendan felt adrenalin surge through his body. His father looked genuinely perturbed, more so than he had ever done before. "What's going on, dad? Why was everybody crying yesterday?"
    "Jack told the country something awful yesterday afternoon, some really bad news. He's been holding it back for a long time; keeping it secret, just like in the old days... He never even told me. I was pissed off at first, but now I understand why. I know why Jack made sure nobody could know; and anyway he's told the nation now."
    "Told the nation what?"
    His father bowed his head and raised his hands to his brow, as if experiencing a headache. "It's... it's all to do with children."
    "What about children, dad?"
    "Before R-Day... in fact even before Saucer Day, the government kept children prisoner. Some were children taken away from their moms and dads; some were children who never had a mom or dad; and..." he shuddered. "And the government did some really cruel things to them."
    "Like what?"
    "I can't tell you; you're too young to know." he tittered ironically. "I think we're all too young to know." See: https://hpanwo-bb.blogspot.com/2018/12/roswell-redeemed-is-here.html. Is it really that bad? If so, are we ever going to be told willingly? How can the authorities really prepare us for this? They can't exactly acclimatize us with Hollywood movies. I think some form of unauthorized exposure akin to catastrophic Disclosure may be the only solution.
See here for background: https://benemlynjones.substack.com/p/jeffrey-epstein-mini-portal.