Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, silver bells hanging, on a string…
Documents available on the public record in relation to his mobile phone use, tell us lots about the man.
He does not discard things readily, nor does this man clear out his trash, nor get rid of any cookies! If I were a forensic scientist, I would have rubbed my hands with glee when I got hold of the accused’s iPhone, for analysis.
- That astrological third house realm of Uranus will go against the accused if and when he goes to trial, I suggest. It works in our favour as well for we have enough on the public record for an astrological enquiry; an enquiry I can share with you.
- The third house is the realm of communication and with Uranus in his natal chart in this position, the accused shouts loud and clear that he readily embraced that wonderful Uranian device, the mobile phone.
Gerard Baden-Clay’s application for bail led to a gem being lodged with the court. The document is the accused’s iPhone 5.1 timeline extraction. It was included in the court documents, tendered by the DPP and was the clincher it seems, in the prosecution’s successful opposition to any granting of bail.
There are also 70 I.P. connections and 3 wireless connections. That’s a lot of evidence of swanning around and piggy-backing isn’t it?
- The dashboard dictionary was accessed 1480 times; that’s the Sun-Mercury Virgo driver kicking in wanting to get things ‘right’. The number is perhaps, a tad OTT though.
- The 18 user accounts on this iPhone interest me. One could expect that Bruce Overland would be one of those users. I can’t imagine Gerbil handing his phone around, so they all have to be his. Makes you wonder how many aliases a philanderer might need to use, doesn’t it?
- Gerard Baden-Clay has 42 passwords on this phone. Is that a high level of security or is it just plain and simple, secretive Scorpio behaviour?
There’s lots more statistics we could rake over as you would imagine, however of particular interest to us in our enquiry today are the 51 chats and 305 locations stored.
I have no wish to wallow around in that much detail, the accused deserves some element of privacy in his presumed innocence, so we shall narrow our focus to a window of opportunity, which the accused may have taken as part of the cover-up of a crime he stands accused of.
Gerard Robert Baden-Clay was charged with murdering his wife and improperly interfering with her dead body.
We acknowledge the importance of the two charges referred to above, however our enquiry at this time is in relation to the iPhone of the accused.
Focusing on a period of time; the time of the late evening of 19th April, 2012 until the morning of 20th April, 2012, we proceed cautiously. The timeline leading up to, and including, the sending of two SMS messages by the accused to his ‘supposedly missing’ wife, Allison is uppermost on our agenda.
For the timeline of our enquiry we know that, according to the ‘Objection to Bail Affidavit Annexure’, Gerard Baden-Clay stated to police:
19th April 2012:
- 10pm – the defendant states that this is the last time he saw his wife (he went to bed and as he was a heavy sleeper, he did not wake until just after 6am the next morning); that his wife was watching television when he went to bed.
20th April 2012:
- 6.15am – the defendant states that this is when he woke and observed that his wife was not in the house.
- 7:15am, the defendant called ‘000’ and reported the deceased as missing.”
What the defendant did not include in his statement and was uncovered by legal enforcement analysis of his mobile phone is the following activity provided as evidence in the objection to bail application:
20th April 2012:
- 12:30:25am outgoing Face-Time call to a mobile phone number tagged, Nigel Baden Clay
- 1:48am the defendant’s phone was connected to a charger.
- 6:20:24am an instant message was sent to a mobile number (suggested as being his wife’s mobile phone number)
- 6:41:34am another instant message sent to a mobile number (suggested as being his wife’s mobile phone number)
- 7:09am the defendant searched the term “self incrimination” on the internet. Then five minutes later…
- 7:14am the defendant attempted to access the Q.P.S. homepage on the internet.
This, together with other evidence, was enough to reject both bail applications by the accused and as the clock ticks, we await a committal mention in March, 2013.
On reading the court documents, we note that apart from the Face-Time call and the two instant messages, there is no record of any voice-calls being made, according to the call-log.
We do not know if another method of communication, such as a landline was used to contact anyone and therefore cannot comment in this regard, apart from noting that Gerard Baden-Clay’s father Nigel Baden-Clay and his sister Olivia Walton attended the Brookfield address prior to the arrival by the police.
What the circumstances were; what communication they received or what story they were told, that initiated these two family members to attend the accused’s home on the early morning of 20th April, 2012, we do not know. We are not as yet, privy to that information.
What we do know from the released court documents, the call-log is that, between the two instant messages sent to his wife’s phone number, there are nine celestial co-ordinates, which indicate that Gerard Baden-Clay’s phone was out and about, on the move that morning.
I am not aware of any prior discussion of these entries in mainstream media or mention in this regard, so take reference to this discussion of celestial co-ordinates with a grain of salt. I can tell you though, that the co-ordinates are included on the call-log .
The time in question is between 6:20:24am and 6:41:34am on 20th April, 2012.
The following is a possible scenario derived from the contents of that call log, which is available on the public record; a timeline, which is not necessarily ‘the’ scenario of how things unfolded. It is ‘a possible’ scenario.
Please take note that we are leaving science behind from this point forward and entering the realm of astrology in the company of a forensic astrologer who uses celestial longitudal measurements and a pseudo-scientific toolkit.
I suggest that this is the second time he went out; his first being the alleged disposal of his wife’s body in the dark of night. Let those silver bells chime forth, we are listening…
20th April 2012: I have some questions now that you are awake, Gerbil.
- Were Nigel Baden-Clay and/or Olivia Walton in attendance at your residence before you left home that morning; a house with three sleeping children in their beds?
- A responsible parent such as yourself would ensure that an adult carer was at hand when the children woke wouldn’t they? I’m sure your daughters would not be left alone to wake in an empty house.
- Had an adult other than yourself been in the house for some hours already before 6am, or had they just arrived?
Considering you didn’t wake until some time after 6am, you’ve achieved quite a lot in a short time: up, showered, cut yourself shaving, dressed, turned your mobile back on, sent a text to your wife and out the door. All within the space of let’s say, fifteen minutes and I’m being generous with the time here.
It is now 6:21am. We are in the car. Gerbil pauses before going anywhere, turns his mobile phone off, pops it into his pocket and we continue out the driveway. Why would he have turned his phone off?
One plausible explanation would be that we know that this man is a serial philanderer, right? If he did not want anyone knowing where he was going, by force of habit, he’d turn off his phone. From past experience Gerbil knows that he can be found through an app on his phone. He’s ducked his wife’s radar on many occasions. Ducked his mistress as well, as we now know.
He learned this trick early on; Gerbil had a mate who owned a retail spyware shop didn’t he? I mean to say, a gent would not want his wife knocking at the door of his mistress’ apartment while they were busy now, would he?
What Gerbil hadn’t learned from the spyware shop; hadn’t considered, was one of Apple’s energy saving devices. Clever little mobile phone, the iPhone; it continues to store some information in the cloud and when the phone is turned back on, this information downloads into the call-log.
When Gerard Baden-Clay took his phone off a charger and turned it on that morning, we know that it was just before six-twenty. Two emails downloaded and time-stamped into his call-log as 6:19.53am.
Gerard Baden-Clay had turned his phone on in time to send the first ill-fated text to his supposed missing wife.
With all the Virgo traits he has; Mars-Sun-Mercury-Pluto in Virgo, the accused would no doubt have previously tossed around the idea of what he would write, long before he even turned his phone on.
It took him just thirty-one seconds to type the message and press, Send.
- What are you sending Allison a text for, Gerbil? You have already killed her and taken her body to Kholo Creek, or that’s what the charge sheet states.
- Was it when you came home after that; is that when you discovered Allison’s iPhone was still in her charger?
- You’ve had plenty of time to think about it, talk about it since then haven’t you? Who told you to get rid of it this morning? Was it your daemon or someone else?
Oh okay, now I see… This is a cover up, an alibi. We’re pretending that Allison isn’t really dead; that she is somewhere else with her phone and now we have to go out and lay a trail for the dogs to follow; send someone off the scent, is that it?
Gerbil’s iPhone is turned off; we have Allison’s iPhone with us, out of sight and also turned off, as we head out the driveway; roll on down Brookfield Road and into the Kenmore roundabout. We are going in the opposite direction to where Allison’s body was hidden.
Gerbil is under the illusion that he is invisible during the next 19 minutes, but he’s not. The heavens are watching.
We soon stop for a couple of minutes; it is 6.30am. The communication satellites continue to transmit co-ordinates to every iPhone on the planet. Those phones that are turned on, acknowledge; those asleep know that the cloud will record the message until the phone wakes and checks in.
Before we move on, Gerbil takes Allison’s phone out of the glove-box, flicks it on to check that his first text went through. Bells tinkle in confirmation; it’s thrown back into the glove-box and we set off again on a direct route.
Allison’s phone had connected to the Fig Tree Pocket tower; connecting to the internet, the phone picked up it’s texts and messages; was time-stamped 6.31am before returning to the unknown; the glove-box.
Technology is always being refined; phone tower ranges overlap; solar flares interfere with bits and bytes; the earth’s magnetic pole shifts; financial restraints deny regular satellite upgrades. Goblins enter the fray.
This bloke’s on a mission; it’s not a Sunday afternoon drive. Hey Gerbil, “We’re not on our way to work, what’s up?”
Heading to a location in his memory bank; his history, we stop one more time before Gerard Baden-Clay turns the vehicle around. We are now off to another location where he’s been before, a familiar spot; a safe place where an emotionally traumatised child would go. It has been a very traumatic twelve hours.
There is one more chore to do in this suggested cover-up.
Parking the vehicle, we proceed on foot and sit down together on a bench in the shade; under a shelter. Gerbil switches his phone on once again to send the second text. It is 6:39:29am.
Connecting to the internet and unnoticed by Gerbil, nine satellite co-ordinates download into the call-log of his phone.
He had covered a bit of territory since he had sent that last text message. The phone dutifully recorded all nine co-ordinates, each one stored in the cloud, two minutes apart in case of need, for recall by their owner. The iPhone is doing its job.
Apple in their infinite wisdom, designed the iPhone to automatically check with a satellite for it’s location every two minutes. Because the phone was turned off, the satellite information stored in the cloud and didn’t download until Gerbil turned his phone on to write that second text.
Note: Sorting these co-ordinates just confuses this astrologer, however their relevance took little time for a techie mate of mine. Some are immediately discarded, others are noted. I defer to my mate and his toolkit; I don’t ask why, as he is the professional in this realm. But, back to the schoolyard:
6:39:29am a text message is being composed. Two minutes and five seconds later Gerard Baden-Clay presses, Send.
He wanted a written alibi. “Al. Getting concerned. Where are you…”
I do have one last question of the powers that be, “Which tower relayed this last text message; these precious packets of information?”
According to Google maps, the accused could not have sent this second text from a residence in Brookfield Road…