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#Excerpts from my upcoming novel, now set for release on Wednesday, July 15, 2026.
“The Moment After Death,” by Carli B. Frueh
Prologue: The Eternal Song
“Tonight, in a seemingly nowhere world called Earth, on a rain-slicked highway called Journeys End, Mayla Hays hurtles through the storm in her sleek red Mustang. The tires sing a high, nervous whine against the wet asphalt. Rain hammers the roof in frantic, arrhythmic percussion. The wipers beat like failing wings. She is still chained to Saturn’s final curtains, still inside the simulated cage of flesh and gravity, yet something already pulls at the edges of her awareness.
She takes the sharp corner too fast.
The rear tires lose their grip first. A sickening lightness blooms in her gut as the car begins to slide. In that stretched heartbeat, time fractures. What should have been an instant becomes a slow, merciless unspooling. The steering wheel jerks in her brown-knuckled hands. She corrects—too late, too hard—and the Mustang yaws sideways with a long, drawn-out howl of rubber on water. The world outside the windshield rotates in syrupy slow motion: guardrails smear into silver streaks, oncoming headlights stretch into white lances, raindrops hang suspended like glass beads before smearing across the glass.
Vertigo swallows her.
Her body is no longer hers. Centrifugal force slams her hard against the driver’s door; the seatbelt snaps tight across her chest and hip like a living thing trying to hold her together. Her head whips sideways. The side window rushes up to meet her temple. For one elongated second she feels the precise pressure of bone against glass, the tiny fracture already forming in the pane. Her stomach flips as the car begins its first lazy roll. Up becomes down. Down becomes nowhere. Gravity betrays her completely.
The Mustang lifts, weightless for a terrible heartbeat, then slams roof-first into the embankment. The sound is not a crash but a deep, groaning exhalation of tortured metal that seems to last forever. Shattered safety glass erupts inward in a glittering, slow-motion storm—razor shards catching the last light, spinning, tumbling, some embedding in her arms and face before she can even register pain. The airbag detonates with a muffled thunderclap that presses her face backward; the chemical smell of it mixes with rain, blood, and hot metal.
Each roll is an eternity of conflicting forces. One moment her body is crushed downward into the seat, spine compressed, ribs screaming. The next she is flung upward, weightless, limbs floating as the vehicle becomes a tumbling cage. Her legs kick against the dash; her arms flail, one wrist catching the wheel and twisting with a wet pop she feels rather than hears. Blood—warm, metallic—floods her mouth as she bites her tongue. The taste of it is bright and immediate, yet already distant, as though belonging to someone else.
Rain pours through the broken windows in cold, stinging sheets. The world outside tumbles past in fractured glimpses: black sky, wet earth, a guardrail bending like a rib, then sky again. Her vision tunnels, then expands into a nauseating panorama of spinning horizons. Every impact sends fresh lightning through her nerves—shoulder against frame, knee against console, neck snapping back and forth until the muscles burn and then, strangely, begin to go quiet.
And beneath the chaos, or perhaps rising through it, the song grows louder.
“The Moment After Death,” by Carli B. Frueh
Prologue: The Eternal Song
“Tonight, in a seemingly nowhere world called Earth, on a rain-slicked highway called Journeys End, Mayla Hays hurtles through the storm in her sleek red Mustang. The tires sing a high, nervous whine against the wet asphalt. Rain hammers the roof in frantic, arrhythmic percussion. The wipers beat like failing wings. She is still chained to Saturn’s final curtains, still inside the simulated cage of flesh and gravity, yet something already pulls at the edges of her awareness.
She takes the sharp corner too fast.
The rear tires lose their grip first. A sickening lightness blooms in her gut as the car begins to slide. In that stretched heartbeat, time fractures. What should have been an instant becomes a slow, merciless unspooling. The steering wheel jerks in her brown-knuckled hands. She corrects—too late, too hard—and the Mustang yaws sideways with a long, drawn-out howl of rubber on water. The world outside the windshield rotates in syrupy slow motion: guardrails smear into silver streaks, oncoming headlights stretch into white lances, raindrops hang suspended like glass beads before smearing across the glass.
Vertigo swallows her.
Her body is no longer hers. Centrifugal force slams her hard against the driver’s door; the seatbelt snaps tight across her chest and hip like a living thing trying to hold her together. Her head whips sideways. The side window rushes up to meet her temple. For one elongated second she feels the precise pressure of bone against glass, the tiny fracture already forming in the pane. Her stomach flips as the car begins its first lazy roll. Up becomes down. Down becomes nowhere. Gravity betrays her completely.
The Mustang lifts, weightless for a terrible heartbeat, then slams roof-first into the embankment. The sound is not a crash but a deep, groaning exhalation of tortured metal that seems to last forever. Shattered safety glass erupts inward in a glittering, slow-motion storm—razor shards catching the last light, spinning, tumbling, some embedding in her arms and face before she can even register pain. The airbag detonates with a muffled thunderclap that presses her face backward; the chemical smell of it mixes with rain, blood, and hot metal.
Each roll is an eternity of conflicting forces. One moment her body is crushed downward into the seat, spine compressed, ribs screaming. The next she is flung upward, weightless, limbs floating as the vehicle becomes a tumbling cage. Her legs kick against the dash; her arms flail, one wrist catching the wheel and twisting with a wet pop she feels rather than hears. Blood—warm, metallic—floods her mouth as she bites her tongue. The taste of it is bright and immediate, yet already distant, as though belonging to someone else.
Rain pours through the broken windows in cold, stinging sheets. The world outside tumbles past in fractured glimpses: black sky, wet earth, a guardrail bending like a rib, then sky again. Her vision tunnels, then expands into a nauseating panorama of spinning horizons. Every impact sends fresh lightning through her nerves—shoulder against frame, knee against console, neck snapping back and forth until the muscles burn and then, strangely, begin to go quiet.
And beneath the chaos, or perhaps rising through it, the song grows louder.
It is no longer only in the sky. It vibrates in the buckling metal, in the shattering glass, in the wet rhythm of her own failing heartbeat. The low lament that had been distant now presses against her eardrums from inside her skull. The scents of the other realm bleed through the rain: ozone layers sharp as lightning, lilies cloying and sweet, the cold antiseptic breath of places she has never been. For a suspended instant she feels her body and something else—lighter, older—beginning to occupy the same space and then, gently, to part.
The final roll ends with a brutal, jarring stop against a rocky outcrop. Twisted metal groans once more and falls silent. Rain hisses on hot engine parts. Steam rises in thin, ghostly veils.
The final roll ends with a brutal, jarring stop against a rocky outcrop. Twisted metal groans once more and falls silent. Rain hisses on hot engine parts. Steam rises in thin, ghostly veils.
In the cold wasteland beside Journeys End, the red Mustang lies broken and inverted, its frame crumpled like discarded paper, its windows empty sockets staring at the indifferent sky. Inside the wreckage, Mayla Hays’s physical body lies mangled—limbs at wrong angles, blood pooling and thinning in the rain, chest barely rising in ragged breaths that will soon come to an end….
Or so they say.
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Or so they say.
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Revisited my landing page using gamification. Great results.
🕹️ Much smarter navigation and UX
📉 Reduction in build!
📈 Acceleration in timescales
🛡️ Using existing platform security
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Revisited my landing page using gamification. Great results.
🕹️ Much smarter navigation and UX
📉 Reduction in build!
📈 Acceleration in timescales
🛡️ Using existing platform security
🧵👇
🤖 Additional tech available to improve security
🏗️ Still a bit clunky, but open soon to community
🔧 Can be refined once in operation
🏗️ Still a bit clunky, but open soon to community
🔧 Can be refined once in operation
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🧵🇷🇺 A Russian general just leaked a devastating trade-off: the Kremlin is prioritizing taking Donbas over protecting the sky above its own occupied land.
Putin is spending Russia to buy ground. Ukraine is making him pay for the choice. 1/🧵
Putin is spending Russia to buy ground. Ukraine is making him pay for the choice. 1/🧵
2/ The fuel crisis is so acute that Sber, Russia's largest state bank, built a map tracking 100 million clients just so drivers could hunt for gas.
Another bank found six Russian regions with almost zero publicly listed fuel left at all.
Another bank found six Russian regions with almost zero publicly listed fuel left at all.
3/ To hit Putin's goal of seizing Donbas by the end of 2026, Russia must recruit up to 60,000 men every single month.
The general called this unrealistic. The Kremlin can buy ground, but it has completely run out of air cover to protect it.
The general called this unrealistic. The Kremlin can buy ground, but it has completely run out of air cover to protect it.
1./ 🧵@PeterTatchell's awful comments on Ann Widdecombe's death have shocked many in the mainstream media. Why though do they turn a blind eye to something just as shocking: his career-long defence of child sexual abuse? Let me tell you why Tatchell should be a pariah. 👉
1/of 19
1/of 19
2./ Is there anyone else in public life who has openly defended men raping boys as Tatchell did in a letter to the Guardian in 1997? It ended with this clarion call: "it is time society acknowledged that not all sex with children is unwanted, abusive and harmful." Nah mate.
3./ In his letter Tatchell cited the views of Gilbert Herdt, an anthropologist who studied tribes in Papua New Guinea. Tatchell failed to acknowledge Herdt had also offered advice to paedophile activists in a pro-paedo magazine on how to normalise their abusive sexual perversion.
If your goal is to live longer, think clearer, age slower, and reduce your risk of chronic disease, the answer isn’t hidden in a supplement or a biohack.
It’s muscle.
Not because it looks good but because every extra kilogram of muscle makes you more resilient to disease, stress, and aging.
Muscle isn’t cosmetic tissue. It’s biological insurance.
In this post, I will explain resistance training strategy and protein (intake, distribution, muscle full effect etc.) information to maximise muscle protein synthesis.
Exercise (Strength / Resistance training ) is essential for building and maintaining muscle mass.
It’s muscle.
Not because it looks good but because every extra kilogram of muscle makes you more resilient to disease, stress, and aging.
Muscle isn’t cosmetic tissue. It’s biological insurance.
In this post, I will explain resistance training strategy and protein (intake, distribution, muscle full effect etc.) information to maximise muscle protein synthesis.
Exercise (Strength / Resistance training ) is essential for building and maintaining muscle mass.
+1 kg of muscle → lower risk of death
People with the most muscle had a lower mortality than those with the least.
Low muscle = risk of age related brain disease risk
Smaller muscles = higher dementia risk
Sarcopenia nearly triples Alzheimer’s risk.
Muscle protects the brain.
Cancer? Muscle matters
Strength training = lower cancer risk
Losing lean mass increases cancer death risk
Heart health
More muscle = lower cardiovascular events
Your biceps may be better than your blood pressure meds.
Type 2 Diabetes
Strength training = lower diabetes risk
Muscle is where glucose goes. No muscle? No glucose control.
Why muscle is a longevity organ
Muscle releases myokines hormone-like signals that:
Reduce inflammation
Protect the brain
Improve insulin sensitivity
Support blood vessels
Boost metabolic health
The more muscle you have, the more of these protective molecules your body makes.
The crazy part
You don’t need dramatic gains.
Just +1% muscle per year (totally doable with strength training) compounds into massive risk reduction over a decade.
Small improvements → huge protection.
People with the most muscle had a lower mortality than those with the least.
Low muscle = risk of age related brain disease risk
Smaller muscles = higher dementia risk
Sarcopenia nearly triples Alzheimer’s risk.
Muscle protects the brain.
Cancer? Muscle matters
Strength training = lower cancer risk
Losing lean mass increases cancer death risk
Heart health
More muscle = lower cardiovascular events
Your biceps may be better than your blood pressure meds.
Type 2 Diabetes
Strength training = lower diabetes risk
Muscle is where glucose goes. No muscle? No glucose control.
Why muscle is a longevity organ
Muscle releases myokines hormone-like signals that:
Reduce inflammation
Protect the brain
Improve insulin sensitivity
Support blood vessels
Boost metabolic health
The more muscle you have, the more of these protective molecules your body makes.
The crazy part
You don’t need dramatic gains.
Just +1% muscle per year (totally doable with strength training) compounds into massive risk reduction over a decade.
Small improvements → huge protection.
Across populations, people with more muscle consistently live longer and experience better quality of life than those with less. Even small differences matter. A major 2025 study showed that individuals with higher lean body mass had a significantly lower risk of developing type 2 diabetes.
pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/40551720/
Low muscle mass, on the other hand, is strongly associated with higher risk of dementia, cardiovascular disease, cancer mortality, and early death.
Muscle protects the brain, not just the body
Muscle loss isn’t just about weakness it’s about cognition.
People with lower muscle mass experience faster cognitive decline and higher dementia risk. Sarcopenia nearly triples the risk of Alzheimer’s disease. Those with greater muscle mass and strength show better memory, executive function, and brain structure preservation. Muscle communicates with the brain through hormone-like signaling molecules called myokines, which reduce neuroinflammation, support blood flow, and improve insulin sensitivity in neural tissue.
pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/40784602/
pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/38754987/
pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/39948829
Muscle lowers cancer, heart disease, and diabetes risk
Strength training is associated with lower cancer incidence and lower cancer-related mortality.
Losing lean mass increases the risk of dying from cancer, while maintaining muscle improves survival outcomes.
Muscle mass is also a powerful cardiovascular protector. Higher muscle mass is linked to fewer cardiovascular events, improved blood pressure regulation, better lipid handling, and lower systemic inflammation.
And when it comes to type 2 diabetes, muscle is central. Muscle tissue is where most glucose is disposed of after meals. Less muscle means poorer glucose control and higher insulin resistance. More muscle means better metabolic flexibility.
Strength training consistently lowers diabetes risk across populations.
pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC11…
pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC12…
ahajournals.org/doi/10.1161/JA…
Muscle is not optional tissue it is a metabolic organ
Skeletal muscle acts like an endocrine system. When it contracts, it releases myokines that:
• reduce chronic inflammation
• improve insulin sensitivity
• protect blood vessels
• support brain health
• enhance immune function
pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/40551720/
Low muscle mass, on the other hand, is strongly associated with higher risk of dementia, cardiovascular disease, cancer mortality, and early death.
Muscle protects the brain, not just the body
Muscle loss isn’t just about weakness it’s about cognition.
People with lower muscle mass experience faster cognitive decline and higher dementia risk. Sarcopenia nearly triples the risk of Alzheimer’s disease. Those with greater muscle mass and strength show better memory, executive function, and brain structure preservation. Muscle communicates with the brain through hormone-like signaling molecules called myokines, which reduce neuroinflammation, support blood flow, and improve insulin sensitivity in neural tissue.
pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/40784602/
pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/38754987/
pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/39948829
Muscle lowers cancer, heart disease, and diabetes risk
Strength training is associated with lower cancer incidence and lower cancer-related mortality.
Losing lean mass increases the risk of dying from cancer, while maintaining muscle improves survival outcomes.
Muscle mass is also a powerful cardiovascular protector. Higher muscle mass is linked to fewer cardiovascular events, improved blood pressure regulation, better lipid handling, and lower systemic inflammation.
And when it comes to type 2 diabetes, muscle is central. Muscle tissue is where most glucose is disposed of after meals. Less muscle means poorer glucose control and higher insulin resistance. More muscle means better metabolic flexibility.
Strength training consistently lowers diabetes risk across populations.
pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC11…
pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC12…
ahajournals.org/doi/10.1161/JA…
Muscle is not optional tissue it is a metabolic organ
Skeletal muscle acts like an endocrine system. When it contracts, it releases myokines that:
• reduce chronic inflammation
• improve insulin sensitivity
• protect blood vessels
• support brain health
• enhance immune function
I don't normally post this kinda stuff & don't want pity, but I've been caring for my Mum. She's 63, my Dad died when I was 15 @ 62. She almost passed late last year, has diabetes, heart problems, spinal fusion surgery, cirrhosis and about 5 months ago was dx'd w Parkinson's
When she almost passed it was because she developed a rare type of cyst (liver cyst) after surgical tooth removal. They almost couldn't stop the bleeding. I slept in bed w her for a month or two, they didn't give her blood @ the hospital & was anemic so got iron infusions
It was somewhat embarrassing as a 28/29 yr old to be sleeping with my Mum, but I couldn't risk anything. A day after the first iron infusion I heard her scream and a bang in her ensuite. She had fallen and broken her tailbone.
Are flavor enhancers used by nearly every major food brand being developed with cells derived from an aborted baby?
Tonight’s special report presents shocking evidence tracing the dark history of these additives and the powerful companies operating behind the label.
Most people have never heard of HEK293 cells. And two reassuring words—“natural flavors”—are concealing a disturbing story the food industry hoped you would never uncover. 🧵
Tonight’s special report presents shocking evidence tracing the dark history of these additives and the powerful companies operating behind the label.
Most people have never heard of HEK293 cells. And two reassuring words—“natural flavors”—are concealing a disturbing story the food industry hoped you would never uncover. 🧵
HEK293 is a human cell line originally derived in the early 1970s from kidney tissue taken from a single fetus, believed to have come from an aborted pregnancy.
The cells are used as laboratory tools, not food ingredients.
Researchers can engineer them to express human taste receptors. When a chemical compound activates one of those receptors, the cells produce a measurable signal showing whether a person may perceive it as sweet, bitter, salty, or cooling.
That allows laboratories to screen thousands of potential flavor compounds without putting each one through a human tasting panel.
Senomyx, a biotechnology company that developed flavor enhancers and taste modulators, described this process in its patents. The patents shown in the report identify HEK293 as a preferred cell line for assays designed to find compounds that produce or modify sweet taste.
The cells remain in the laboratory.
“The cells themselves were not added to food products,” Maria explained. Senomyx maintained that no fetal cells or tissue entered finished consumer products.
That distinction answers what a food physically contains.
It does not settle whether the process used to develop it is ethically acceptable.
Supporters argue that HEK293 has been reproduced in laboratories for decades and is now far removed from the original abortion. They point to its value in medical and scientific research, especially when no suitable alternative exists.
@zeeemedia rejects that calculation.
“It doesn’t matter how many years it’s been since that point, that child was still murdered.”
For people who share that conviction, the question is not simply whether fetal material remains in a soda, cereal, vaccine, or medication.
It is whether that product was created using knowledge obtained through a cell line they believe should never have existed.
The dispute does not end with the final ingredient list.
It begins inside the research process—and the next problem is where that process disappears.
The cells are used as laboratory tools, not food ingredients.
Researchers can engineer them to express human taste receptors. When a chemical compound activates one of those receptors, the cells produce a measurable signal showing whether a person may perceive it as sweet, bitter, salty, or cooling.
That allows laboratories to screen thousands of potential flavor compounds without putting each one through a human tasting panel.
Senomyx, a biotechnology company that developed flavor enhancers and taste modulators, described this process in its patents. The patents shown in the report identify HEK293 as a preferred cell line for assays designed to find compounds that produce or modify sweet taste.
The cells remain in the laboratory.
“The cells themselves were not added to food products,” Maria explained. Senomyx maintained that no fetal cells or tissue entered finished consumer products.
That distinction answers what a food physically contains.
It does not settle whether the process used to develop it is ethically acceptable.
Supporters argue that HEK293 has been reproduced in laboratories for decades and is now far removed from the original abortion. They point to its value in medical and scientific research, especially when no suitable alternative exists.
@zeeemedia rejects that calculation.
“It doesn’t matter how many years it’s been since that point, that child was still murdered.”
For people who share that conviction, the question is not simply whether fetal material remains in a soda, cereal, vaccine, or medication.
It is whether that product was created using knowledge obtained through a cell line they believe should never have existed.
The dispute does not end with the final ingredient list.
It begins inside the research process—and the next problem is where that process disappears.
Health insurance in America is broken.
Over 200,000 Americans go bankrupt because of medical bills every year—and many of them already had insurance. On average, 20% of claims are denied, leaving families stuck paying massive out-of-pocket costs after spending thousands on premiums.
But there’s an alternative.
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So far, 30,000+ members have been helped, saving an estimated $73 million in medical costs.
CrowdHealth isn’t insurance. It’s a way to step outside the broken system and take control of your healthcare.
Get started today for $99 per member per month for the first three months.
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Over 200,000 Americans go bankrupt because of medical bills every year—and many of them already had insurance. On average, 20% of claims are denied, leaving families stuck paying massive out-of-pocket costs after spending thousands on premiums.
But there’s an alternative.
CrowdHealth is a community-powered model that has helped members fund over 40,000 medical bills at a fraction of the cost of traditional insurance.
So far, 30,000+ members have been helped, saving an estimated $73 million in medical costs.
CrowdHealth isn’t insurance. It’s a way to step outside the broken system and take control of your healthcare.
Get started today for $99 per member per month for the first three months.
Go to joincrowdhealth.com/promos/pulse and use code PULSE.
@mercoglianos @JohnJBarbagallo 1. Sal, he's right. Sometimes it does seem like you forget there's a war going on and that Russia is the reason for that. I know that Chevron has been investing in Kazakhstan since the early 90s and using the Russian port of Novorossiysk to export it.
chevron.com/worldwide/kaza…
chevron.com/worldwide/kaza…
@mercoglianos @JohnJBarbagallo 2. Chevron may have to accept the situation and declare force majeure. I might add that if the US and Europe had stood with Ukraine in the beginning, this war would be over now, or may never have started. Ukraine faced a potential genocide by Russia. They chose to fight back.
@mercoglianos @JohnJBarbagallo 3. If Ukraine were to lose even a part of its territory, the Baltic states and all the other countries that border Russia would have to worry about their sovereignty. Look what happened to Georgia in 2008.
What Burnham is proposing when he talks about more devolution is, structurally, more of the machinery that made Manchester's Investment Zone operational.
More mayors with MDC powers.
More combined authorities with planning authority. More regional bodies with the ability to designate zones, direct state aid, and signal to institutional capital that a given area is open for business.
More mayors with MDC powers.
More combined authorities with planning authority. More regional bodies with the ability to designate zones, direct state aid, and signal to institutional capital that a given area is open for business.
Devolution is the delivery mechanism for zone architecture. Without devolved powers, you cannot establish a Mayoral Development Corporation. Without an MDC, you cannot concentrate planning powers, land assembly functions, and compulsory purchase authority into a single body that moves faster and with less democratic friction than a conventional local authority. Without those powers, the zone designation is a label without teeth.
The language of devolution being the language of democracy is an illusion - power to the regions, decisions made closer to communities, the north given a genuine voice.
That language is real, and it resonates for good reasons.
But the institutional architecture devolution produces, in practice, under the current policy framework, is exactly the architecture that zone designation requires. The two are not separate agendas.
Devolution is the vehicle. The zone is what gets delivered in it.
That language is real, and it resonates for good reasons.
But the institutional architecture devolution produces, in practice, under the current policy framework, is exactly the architecture that zone designation requires. The two are not separate agendas.
Devolution is the vehicle. The zone is what gets delivered in it.
Oxford University = a pipeline for secret societies & elite recruitment. The Jesuit Order established a discreet foothold in 1793 with St Clements Mission & a chapel to St Ignatius.
This was their missionary base in the city while Catholics were still barred from the university.
This was their missionary base in the city while Catholics were still barred from the university.
By 1875 the Jesuits built St Aloysius Church on Woodstock Road designed by Joseph Aloysius Hansom.
This was their operational hq in Oxford.
After the 1871 Universities Tests Act removed legal barriers English Catholic bishops kept the prohibition on attending Oxford until 1895.
This was their operational hq in Oxford.
After the 1871 Universities Tests Act removed legal barriers English Catholic bishops kept the prohibition on attending Oxford until 1895.
In 1896 Fr Richard Frederick Clarke SJ opened Clarkes Hall at 11 St Giles as the first Catholic private hall at Oxford since the Reformation.
It housed Jesuit undergraduates & later became Popes Hall then Platers Hall. This marked the Jesuits formalization of Oxford activity.
It housed Jesuit undergraduates & later became Popes Hall then Platers Hall. This marked the Jesuits formalization of Oxford activity.
