A SLIGHT SUSPICION

I read about this woman Louise van der Velde last week, maybe weekend. She was in the paper saying how great her love life was having four lovers, describing each one; an electrician, a businessman, a fitness instructor and someone else (I can't remember). Her husband died a few years ago. She has said she was happily married. She has written in The Sun about how great sex was with her husband when they used Viagra, but also said that this destroyed that intimacy that keeps lovers together.

But she now says that marriage is a prison, outdated and a joke.

For whatever reason she was invited onto This Morning to discuss marriage with the resident Agony Aunt. She apparently lost the viewing public vote. But what concerns me about this is that:
1. This Morning did not invite anyone on to the show to discuss why we are supporting al Qaeda in Syria but bombing them to death in Mali and Algeria.
2. But they did invite someone on to call marriage a joke, outdated and a prison.
3. The Illuminati want to destroy marriage and the family.
4. Of all the colours to wear this woman wore the Illuminati colours red and black.

Here she is describing her experience using Viagra with her husband.

Louise van der Velde, 33, is a relationship therapist and tantric sex expert.

I was scared as I handed the chemist a prescription for Viagra. As a woman picking up sex pills, I got a very strange look.

My hubby, who was a doctor, wanted to experiment, so he broke the law by writing a prescription on an old pad.

We checked into a hotel and had mind-blowing sex. We didn’t get out of bed for two days and nights.

We would each take a pill and, about 20 minutes later, I would feel hot and tingly all over, but especially around my pelvis.

Then we’d make love for two or three hours non-stop. I’d have at least eight orgasms, and Steve would come three or four times.

We’d sleep for a few hours, take another pill and start again. It was addictive. We’d soon used up our eight tablets – and we wanted more.

So I went out with another prescription and got arrested. The pharmacist had called the police.

It was embarrassing. We were in the papers and my husband was fined for falsely obtaining Viagra.

My experience made me realise Viagra could actually be a hazard.

All that rampant sex meant missing out on the first stage of love-making, the kissing and stroking that builds intimacy and keeps a couple together.

I began looking for ways to experience incredible sex without pills. I discovered tantric sex, which led to a new, successful career.

Read more: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/woman/real_life/20626/Viagra-took-over-our-sex-lives.html#ixzz2JZrpT3aX

But here she is describing her fantastic marriage to a husband Stephen, who was found dead at the bottom a cliff, and is thought to have thrown himself off for an unstated reason.

Therapist Louise Van der Velde was left devastated when her doctor husband Stephen McEwen, 34, ended his life, leaving her alone to bring up children, Jordan, now 15, and Chloe, ten.

Here, Louise, 37, from Camberley, Surrey, tells her story:

“Stephen and I had a real connection. He swept me up in a whirlwind romance and six months later, in January 1998, we got married.

We made the decision to start our married life abroad and moved out to Spain.

Stephen built a reputation as a GP while I worked as a therapist at our private practice.

We had a wonderful life with Jordan. Five years later, daughter, Chloe, followed. Stephen was a devoted dad. He would carry her everywhere.

Stephen and the kids used to love dressing up as wizards.

But when Chloe was about six months, the stresses of normal life began to take their toll.

Stephen was highly respected but he required a lot of support from me and talked about the pressures he felt in his job.

But Stephen was never one to admit he had a problem.

I knew he’d dabbled in prescription drugs as a student in his 20s, as many young doctors do, but he began taking more and more tablets.

I confronted him but he always played it down, insisting he was fine.

Eventually though, things came to a head. It got to the stage that Stephen wouldn’t come home after work on a Friday night, finally turning up on a Monday or Tuesday.

Desperate for some kind of release, he was having these complete blowouts away from everyone and everything.

It became obvious his issues were more serious than I’d realised and although he continued to bottle up his problems, Stephen agreed to fly back to England to get help.

The plan was for him to get better then re-join me and the kids in Spain.

Not long afterwards, in March 2004, I had some work in London. Jordan and Chloe stayed with a nanny in Spain while I flew there for a couple of days.

It was a high point for me. I was looking forward to spending some quality time with Stephen, who was up in Durham.

I was so happy that he was getting better. Then the phone rang. It was 11am on March 3, 2004 and it was my secretary in Spain. She told me that she’d just taken a call explaining that Stephen had been found at the bottom of some cliffs in Durham. He was dead.

He was just 34 years old.

I can’t put into words how I felt in that moment.

Utter disbelief gave way to hysteria. I was inconsolable.

I was on autopilot as I travelled back to Spain to break the news to the children.

I had no idea what to say, how could I explain their dad had killed himself?

Chloe was only little but Jordan, who was eight at the time, was beside himself. He was distraught that he hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye. Why had Stephen done it, and why hadn’t I seen how awful he was feeling?

Given my work as a therapist, I felt I somehow should have seen what was happening, and my grief was mixed with guilt.

Then all the practical considerations kicked in.

Suddenly I was effectively a single mother, not only dealing with all the trauma that Stephen’s death had brought, but also struggling to cope with all the practical and logistical challenges.

I felt frustrated, that the whole situation was unfair.

Stephen had left me with everything to deal with on my own, and to some extent I felt he’d taken the easy road out.

I thought we had the fairytale, that we’d be together always and for ever. I’m just grateful that my work has given me the tools to cope, and to help my children deal with their emotions too.

For those suffering as a result of a partner’s sudden death — I’ve been there.

It’s tragic and awful and you can’t see a way out.

But know that, in time, you will grow from the experience.

To those feeling that suicide is their only option I’d urge them to talk to somebody and confide your issues.

The fear of something is always going to be worse than the reality. Nothing is ever that bad. There is always a way through it.”

Louise has written a series of books called The Transformation on grief and loss. Learn about them, and more, at louisevandervelde.co.uk

Read more: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/4100689/Agony-of-two-families-suffering-like-Gary-Speeds.html#ixzz2JZwWAo3i

Something is not right with all this. She writes that her marriage was fantastic, but then her husband allegedly commits suicide, then she starts seeing four men...AT THE SAME TIME..AND WRITES ABOUT IT IN THE PAPERS!

Is she genuine? Is she unwittingly being used to push an agenda?

I am not stating that this woman MUST be Illuminati, but we do have to ask how she, with this curious and bizarre background and history, first saying she was very much in love and happily married but now describing marriage as a joke, was able to appear first in national newspapers, then on national TV, wearing the Illuminati colours red and black, to call marriage a joke and outdated when the Illuminati want to destroy marriage.

And to repeat, she lost.

But they'll be back.

They'll be back, destroying marriage, then pushing paedophilia, then pushing murder.