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I have ghost written a book about the life of Diana called DianaThe Secret Years, by Simone Simmons with Susan Hill and published by Hardie Grant Books IBN 1 86498 046 X. Before I go on let me say that Simone Simmons is a real person, not to be confused with Phil Simmers, a nursing friend of my mother's who died recently.
All I want to say about Dianna is that there is a strong, but not certain possibility that I was the husband of Camilla Parker-Bowles in a former life. Yes I do know he is still alive, but that is not a problem for me. This after all, like the Holy Bible, is a work of fiction. Unless you believe in God, and Jesus, they must be.What I can remember saying is something like "You can have her", or words to that effect when Charles indicated that he wanted to marry Camilla. The other thing I want to say is that Diana and Camilla are the same person, or same soul, different bodies. I'm still waiting for Diana to come back to life. If somebody can change from one person to another, and God knows it, why don't they have teh power to come back after death if Jesus wills it?
Parker Bowles was educated at the Benedictine Ampleforth College and the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst. He was commissioned into the Royal Horse Guards (The Blues) in 1960. He was aide-de-camp to the Governor-General of New Zealand, Sir Bernard Fergusson, in about 1965. He was then Adjutant Royal Horse Guards (The Blues) 1967–1969. The regiment became The Blues and Royals (Royal Horse Guards and 1st Dragoons) 1969, and he was the Adjutant of The Blues and Royals 1969–1970. Parker Bowles was promoted to major 31 December 1971.
He was squadron leader of "B" squadron in 1972 on Exercise "Motorman" in Ulster. Later he was Senior Military Liaison Officer to Christopher Soames, Baron Soames, when he was Governor of Rhodesia during its transition to the majority rule state of Zimbabwe in 1979–1980. He was staff qualified (sq), and became a Lieutenant-Colonel 30 June 1980.
In 1981–1983 he was Commanding Officer of the Household Cavalry Mounted Regiment. From 1987 to 1990 he was Lieutenant-Colonel Commanding the Household Cavalry and Silver Stick in Waiting to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. On 30 June 1990 he was promoted to brigadier, and was director of the Royal Army Veterinary Corps 1991–1994. He retired in 1994.
We heard about Diana's death at church on Sunday, about 11 on the radio, but it didn't actually happen until about 2.pm, or 2 am in France.
I was driving the car, as Henri Paul, (who lost control of the car at high speed), actually I was not drunk, I was going at speed, and while I can't say where Paul was, I had been trough the tunnel, got to teh other side and did a 180 degree handbrake turn before going back and was coming through for teh second time when I (Paul) clipped something, possibly a white car, and crashed. Paul was killed instantly, but what a lot of people don't know is that Diana was alive and unharmed. My recollection is that I was sitting in the back seat beside Diana, who was on the left of the car, and I was Trevor Rees-Jones. There is a possibility that Rees Jones was in teh front seat, but Diana was laughing, and I put my hand inside her chest and gave her heart a squeeze. This is possibly what made her laugh. Perhaps I was Dodi, and died at that point.
Trevor Rees-Jones (also known as Trevor Rees; born 1968) is the former bodyguard of Diana, Princess of Wales, and Dodi Fayed. He was badly injured in the car accident that killed Diana, Dodi, and their driver Henri Paul. Because he suffered a head injury in the crash, Rees-Jones does not recall particulars of the accidentThe whole point of the exercise is that Dodi Fayed
Diana will be back before Dodi, but I don't regret his loss while his father is still alive.
What teh world still does not know is that Diana was alive when she reached the hospital, and was taken into the operating theatre, where a surgeon made a neat slice straight through the middle of her heart. He was the one who murdered her, and the Queen should know who it was. Perhaps more revelations later, from either this or the other side of the grave (see Caesar, by Julius Caesar).
There will be more evelations on this practice of sharing a body with a son or a friend when I tell of my meeting with Maria Sharapova in an airport where we pplayed snap, and later in an aircraft where I gave her the cross she wears during her tennis matches.