Born into the Deep State

Born into the Deep State
by Anthony C Heaford --- @mancunianquiet on twitter --- 3 July 2026

It took me fifty years to realise my father was a real life James Bond – a globe trotting businessman who also worked for Britain’s Secret Intelligence Services. He was very successful in that role, receiving three Queen’s Awards over the course of his career - in 1977, 1987 and 1995 – and given a life time achievement award in 2014 Bristol. That final award was odd because he never mentioned it to me; my mother told me they'd sent a car and driver for him but she would not name the organisation. My father’s entry into that clandestine world is easy to trace, born into a family that married into an English banking dynasty. He served a draughtsman’s apprenticeship at Metro-Vickers Engineering (infamous for industrial espionage and sabotage in the USSR) before his banking dynasty uncle Dick Cunliffe gave him a job at a new company he’d created, George Moulton Successors (GMS) Ltd. GMS was setup around 1970 (the year I was born) with the sole purpose of designing a rotogravure printing cylinder proofing press. Their main customer base appeared to be government mints in the Americas – specifically Washington and the CIA backed juntas in Central and South America. Around the same time my father’s accountant brother moved to Nassau in the Bahamas to help build Britain’s off-shore banking empire. There are family photos from the early 1970s of my father in Washington and Brazil, and him and my mother in Mexico and at a party in Miami. My mother’s family were Free Masons - her Grandfather a literal master stone mason and I’ve photos of her at a post-World War Two black tie Masonic dinner. She crossed Britain’s well defined class divide to marry my father, the daughter of a shop keeper marrying a powerful accountant’s son. When my father started his own business in 1982 she was his essential business partner, mastering book keeping, administration and all personal secretary duties.

I’ve detailed some of my father’s clandestine activities in my Rogues Gallery entry for Dave Dean. The purpose of this report is to highlight two things – MI6’s mode of operating (my father taking his family on a driving holiday to 1973 Yugoslavia), and the second biggest contributing factor to my experiences and current circumstances – self-diagnosed high functioning autism. I list autism as second because the biggest factor to my situation is my parents using me as an unwitting patsy in their work for the Intelligence agencies.

1973 Yugoslavia

In 1972 the Yugoslav People's Army withdrew its garrison from the historic city of Dubrovnik on the Adriatic coast, declaring it a military free zone. A few months later my father took his wife and children on a 3000+ mile driving holiday to Dubrovnik and back. Although I have no evidence other than family photos of me near Dubrovnik in 1973 I will speculate that my father was on an MI6 training mission to confirm the city was free of military installations. MI6 had many other sources for gathering such Intelligence but, if I am right that my father’s entry into the Deep State came via Dick Cunliffe after 1970, the 1973 ‘holiday’ fits well into a narrative of building an agent’s confidence while practicing their tactics, techniques and procedures. This is all speculation, and Dubrovnik was being promoted as a tourist destination in 1973, but I still can’t think of a better explanation as to why my father insisted on driving his young family all the way to Yugoslavia for a holiday when the camp grounds of France where we also stopped would have sufficed.

High Functioning Autism
This self-diagnosis is based on a lifetime of experiences which in review match high functioning autism characteristics perfectly. Tests suggest (Lancaster Grammar entrance exam results that put me in the top quartile of that prestigious school) I have a very high IQ but reality shows I'm academically and socially retarded. That discrepancy was so big my teachers assumed I had cheated. I was made to retake the entrance exam but again I achieved a top score and was allowed to stay at Lancaster Grammar despite my disruptive behaviour and poor academic scores. I was tested for and diagnosed as being dyslexic and had to repeat the first year. Other than the standard autistic characteristics I’ve displayed my entire life, a massive part is the way I perceive and process information. Two examples of that are my very accurate 1997 prediction of the 9/11 attacks and my 2012 prediction of a Taliban attack on Camp Bastion. I had no knowledge of terrorism in 1997 other than what I read in the papers. But with the 1993 WTC bombing, a rise in suicide attacks and a host of other snippets of information in mind, after I boarded a plane at Logan airport Boston with no security checks on 11 June 1997, within twenty minutes I had correctly predicted the group, method and target of the 9/11 attacks. It was blindingly obvious to me and the next day I tried to give an urgent warning of an attack that could happen at any moment. The problem then was that the man I gave my warning to was a customer of my father. He passed that warning back into my father’s Deep State network. I never had a response to that warning but three months later I was sent to spend a week in KSM’s front company in Yemen where I repeated my warning. I guess it was my autistic disposition that prevented me seeing the peculiar reactions or Machiavellian politics going on all around me.
In 2012 Afghanistan I was a reserve army vehicle mechanic on my first operational tour. Although I loved soldiering I had no experience and so my accurate prediction of a Taliban attack did not come from ‘military genius’; it was just an autistic processing of the available information. Again it was blindingly obvious to me – the gaps in our defences and the Taliban’s probing that I’d seen all summer. But again it appears I was the only one to see the danger, and again I was unable to communicate it well enough to prevent it. While my autism certainly contributed to both those situations the biggest obstacle was always the Deep State – from my father being an MI6 asset to my commanders in Afghanistan being corrupt self-serving profiteers.