OCTOBER
OCTOBER 1ST 1999
Deb and Mo showed up. Deb told me that Mr Mammoth Liar had phoned her on Wednesday to say that Andrew and Shell had been up at
the stables which are behind his house, throwing saddles around and bales of hay on Sunday evening 19th September
between 7.00 pm and 8.00 pm but not to quote him on the exact time. He said that
my kids had fed the prize horse pellets, that it had got colic, went berserk, lacerated
its leg and that the vet was called. Gareth had told Deb that my kids were seen
in other neighbours’ gardens too – in one swinging on a swing, and in another letting out a rabbit. He’d said that he couldn’t give names but that he understood they’d reported it to police.
Well, well! Now we
seem to be getting somewhere near the truth. I knew that malign cockroach was behind it all. I told the social workers
the full story and that the Dewi Jones family, PCs 1302 and 1651 had all made a point of stressing that it was “nothing
to do with Gareth; nothing to do with him.” I showed them the transcripts
and they agreed it was all questionable and that I should get the police to investigate and respond in writing. Deb was shocked that I was told to visit the Dewi Jones family myself and do my own investigations as to:
the details re the day/date of the ‘crime’ et cetera. She agreed
that if it was genuine the family would be claiming compensation. Mo recalled
that Gareth told her that my kids were seen up at the stables previously. I informed
the women that I had a meeting arranged with an inspector because dad and I have already demanded an investigation. They both asked the question, “Why are the police not doing anything about it considering the fact
Andrew and Shell are alleged to have been seen causing trouble on other occasions up there?
You’d think they’d sort it out once and for all.”
Well the question has to be asked
– why aren’t the police doing anything about law and order anywhere? Ok the lower classes of the force do their bit, as far as they are allowed to, in
fighting crime. My beef has never been with them; but what are the likes of detectives,
inspectors and their superiors doing? There seems to be an army of them but it
would appear that they are just members of an elite club – enjoying prestige and privilege while being pally with and
protecting violent criminals, paedophiles, corrupt businessmen and top seedy greedy public servants. North Wales police supposedly did an investigation into alleged child abuse in children’s homes. NO! They did a cover up. Why are they not held accountable? Were the Masonic brethren
at work again, all protecting each other when their conduct came into question
and their cosy lifestyles threatened? No wonder it’s a man’s world. Men in their secret organisations won’t let women anywhere near the top of any
structure of power. We’re just body parts for their pleasure. Come on ladies, let’s get challenging. Until we do,
we might as well let the lions have a feast, at our expense. Are we going to
fight back or are we always going to be satisfied with making do with the crumbs off our rich masters’ table?
The social workers and I got on to
the subject of all the referrals to social services against me. Mo informed me
that they’re taking the ‘burn’ incident seriously. I bellowed,
“This is profoundly outrageous. It was NOT a burn. It was only eczema. On whose authority do any of you have
to make judgements on respectable unoffending folk? What kind of message does
this send to my kids who I once taught to look up to authoritative persons? Now
the only bit of relief they get is when they see me ruffling a few high and mighty feathers.” I again let them have my views on government corruption but Mo just sighed and said, “That’s
politics for you.” I said, “That’s a bad attitude. No wonder evil thrives. You have to do your bit, you know. If you’re not going to question your superiors then go and do some proper work;
go and do something useful and find some kids who are at risk and who do need your protection and leave us to get on with
our job. Truthfully, you do not give a brass farthing if my kids die or come
to harm. If you did, you’d pull together with me and help me do battle
with the council crooks. You’d be helping me strive for propriety and protection
of our planet….” But all Deb could mumble was, “We’re never going to get to the bottom of who started
the fire and why.” Mo announced she’d like to have another chat with
my kids but Andrew [who had recently made us a cuppa and who had sat in on the latter stages of the pantomime] sighed, “I’ll
only be telling you what I’ve already told you.” I looked at him
and smiled.
When the time wasters had gone I thought
about my mum and I recollected the red rose-fragranced heart-shaped mini soap which I’d given her during her final days
and which I still have today. It reminded me about some words of wisdom that
I’d read about in a book on ‘success’. It said, “Remember
the red rose. Do what makes you happy – have goals, save money, do not
fear yourself or your capabilities - you have nothing to lose.” It strengthened
my resolve to do everything in my power to overcome immorality.
OCTOBER 2ND 1999
The Lord of the Flies enthusiastically
gushed, “Your kids were seen feeding a horse at the stables behind me. I
don’t know the details but I know my neighbours were lived. Your kids have
been seen up at Llysfaen quite a few times lately bothering people.” I
stood stony-faced and hissed, “Go and crawl back into the gutters where you belong.” He smirked and scoffed, “Police won’t touch me – they wouldn’t dare.” Then he stepped inside my door and poked his finger so hard into my chest that I stumbled
back. He snarled, “They’re after you though. They can’t stand you. You’ll be taken care of
soon and your kids will just disappear one of these days.” I glared at
him and hissed, “Get out. If my kids get hurt, YOU will suffer. You or your henchmen don’t scare me; God will protect us and will keep you evil men at bay.”
I went back in to find Andrew making
explosives with my kitchen cleansers. I’ve always encouraged the kids to
be scientifically minded and to experiment for themselves but there is a limit regarding the safety aspect. I raised the roof with him and boomed, “Hands off my disinfectants, bleach, white spirit….”
Linda popped by and we had a good
old moan over a glass [or two] of wine. [Well actually I did the whinging, she
the listening.] I told her that something must be bothering the babies when they
go to their dad’s because lately I often see them just sitting and sucking on their fingers and thumbs; sometimes quite
ferociously. I told her that usually after contact, both are whingy and hyper
and Jordan screams, becomes destructive and he chucks himself and his toys around in frustrated rage. He runs into the walls and furniture. He’ll even try
to bite us and he hits Mel. He bangs into things.
Sometimes he’ll come in and just lie on the floor in the hall face down, crying or he’ll sit there screaming
or he runs and crouches under the table.
Lin listened with intent while I just
let it all out. I moaned that quite often both the babies return with cuts and
bruises on their bodies and even animal scratches. I’ve even seen such
scratches on their faces and at the back of their necks. Melly also angrily chucks
toys around and lies on the floor, just screaming. They’re often almost
uncontrollable when they come in for the first hour or so.
Now it’s a real headache trying
to get Jord to use the loo. He cries when I try to put him on. When I do succeed, he just sits there refusing to go. He is
really disturbed. Sometimes he returns with motions in his pull-ups or they are
soaking wet and on the other days he has toileting accidents. He just walks into
the kitchen or living room and will urinate or defecate in his undies. It is
heartbreaking because he was doing so well with me and was pretty much dry by day before the Saturday sessions started. Now he’s confused.
I told Lin how difficult it is to
get Jord to settle for bed. He runs and jumps about and when he is in bed he
thrashes his body against the mattress and pillow and sometimes bangs his head. I
hear him head banging and I’ve heard him saying, “No, no, no” and “Stop, stop, stop” in his
sleep. Melly sometimes wakes up, screaming, in the night now. I pick her up and she just clings to me, trembling. I have to spend ages now calming them down after visitations
and reassuring them with lots of love and cuddles. They cling to me and want
carrying around. I see all the same signs in Jord and Mel as I did in Andrew
and Shell when they were little and had returned after spending time with their dad.
It upsets me at pick up time when
I see how distressed Jordan and Melissa get. They cry when he turns up or they
hold back or run away. It breaks my heart when I have to pick them up and insist
that they go and then I have to prise their little fingers off me before I can put them into their father’s car seats
and strap them in. They look at me with such sorrowful and disbelieving eyes
and then they cry. I cry too. My
insides are splitting and tearing. What can I do?
They know that they have to go. I tell them that if I keep them home,
the judge will send me to jail. But they don’t understand. They are suffering
like the little mites who get bullied at nursery or school. Those kids don’t
want to go to their abusers either but they have no choice. They just have to
find a way to cope. I say very little to their father. Sometimes I say nothing, I am just civil towards him. It is
tempting to just let rip; to let him and everyone else and even Jord and Mel see my full hatred and anger towards him and
my frustration. But I don’t, partly because I fear him and also because
if I showed my real feelings Jordy and Melly would be even more upset and even more emotionally disturbed. Also, you can guarantee that the ogre would somewhere down the line turn it against me. Even Andy’s little pal Anthony, who was himself abused a few years ago, remarked that Jordan doesn’t
like going for contact and that he knows when it’s time to get ready because he’s always reluctant to get cleaned
up and changed beforehand. He fights me when I try to put clean clothes on him.
Linda commented that surely the court
should take notice of behavioural problems and stop the contact sessions. Not
so. The solicitor and welfare officer tell me that the court does not take any
notice of behaviour changes so it isn’t worth mentioning them. They say
that the child welfare experts only care about physical abuse; that is of the type that gets a kid hospitalised. They say that most children show signs of anxiety and insecurity when passed between parents, even when
the separated parents are good friends with each other. And I am told that you
wouldn’t expect a two and a half-year old to be toilet trained. They just
don’t want to acknowledge that mental abuse exists. It is scandalous. Suffer the little children.
I also moaned on about how hard it
is to get people to back you up. People are too scared to speak out about the
evildoings of others. The secondary school head is the only useful bit of support
that I have but even she can’t speak freely and hasn’t yet put anything in writing for me. She said she had to check with the school governors before writing any kind of statement in my favour and
it would seem that they are not happy about her doing anything of the sort. Wonder
why! Jesus it is so frustrating. Who
the hell are those governors protecting? If they cared about the well being of
children, they wouldn’t hesitate in allowing the head to tell me, my solicitor and the court all of her worries and
that of her staff concerning GW’s children and the details of why they felt the need to repeatedly call in social services. You’d think that if society was serious about stamping out crimes against children,
people would be falling over themselves to help. Especially those WHOSE JOB IT
IS to protect the welfare of children. A Head shouldn’t really need the
approval of governing bodies. But there again if by letting the cat out of the
bag there was a chance that the Council might be exposed of any wrongdoing and of being corrupt then it is easy to see why
there would be this need to exercise caution and why teachers/heads can’t breathe, fart, piss, whistle without consulting
the school governors first. We might ask what the real purpose of school governing bodies is. Are they there
to cover up any misdemeanour or inaction on behalf of schools and/or local education authorities? Do members gather together in secret to discuss how best to protect a school’s reputation rather
than deal with the real underlying problems i.e. of children being at risk or having
other difficulties? Could the governors [or at least the ones with any clout]
be just another branch of the old boys network?
The Headmistress is now saying that
she will be able to testify if she is subpoenaed. But Gareth [and almost certainly
because of collaboration with his bent buddies] has already threatened her with
court for defamation of character, so she’s going to be very guarded about what she says. She’s not going to want to risk her job and she knows that they
can make things very difficult for her if they so choose. She probably won’t
be able to say enough to be of any use to me. God, it is so bloody unfair. When I first spoke with the Head she told me that I should have him for child abuse. I remember that I’d asked her in all seriousness how I go about getting him
charged; she’d said ‘social services’ and then she’d laughed wryly, knowing full well that I’d
be up against a brick wall straight away where they’re concerned. I get
the feeling now that she regrets getting involved; she probably wishes that she’d told me during my first phone call
to her that the matter was referred to social services. That would have been
the easy way out for her, but she didn’t. Unlike most, she stuck her neck out for me.
That takes guts. She’s another of God’s little helpers.
In the evening the kids were glued
[as usual] to Zena Warrior Princess on TV.
Normally I never watch it, thinking it is just for kids and their fertile imaginations, but tonight’s episode
made me realise that it contains much wisdom and truth. I learned my biggest
and most valuable lesson when Zena revealed the secret of how to obtain the power necessary to win. She preaches, “To conquer others is to have power; to conquer yourself is to know the way –
it is the biggest hurdle. To learn the way you must get rid of all hate in your
heart. You must love your enemies; giving your strongest love to those you hate
the most. You must be nice to everyone.
Don’t be sarcastic or patronizing, but get your point over. Always
be polite. If you are right and they are wrong, that is their problem. You must
stop willing and stop desiring. Just be patient and serve others. You will get what you want eventually.” I must start
practicing this new rule. It will indeed be difficult. How can I love Gareth Williams and all his criminal protectors? Andrew
says we are all half-angel and half-human at the moment. In time we will be all
angel and will be able to fly and perform miracles on Earth.
I got stuck into a very powerful,
thought-provoking book that dad had lent me titled The Jesus Mysteries by Timothy
Freke and Peter Gandy. The authors have a substantial argument and solid evidence
that cannot be ignored to suggest the unthinkable – that the story of Jesus is a myth derived from paganism. They researched the history of the Jesus story and found evidence of power struggles, forged documents,
false identities and edited letters and concluded that Christianity as bequeathed by the Roman church is a gross distortion
of the truth. It appears evident that everything that we are familiar with regarding
the bible: Jesus, son of God, born of a virgin on 25th December, a miracle performer who died on a cross and rose
again at Easter…. is in fact a myth of the ancient pagan mystery religion. Jesus
was a pagan God!
Freke and Gandy believe that the Jesus
story was not a biography but was a “consciously crafted vehicle for encoded spiritual teachings created by Jewish Gnostics.” The Gnostics saw themselves as authentic original Christians and orthodox bishops
as an “imitation church.” They were in fact little different from
pagans. The authors point out the irony that the mighty Roman empire embraces
Christianity, having their saviour – Jewish prophet Jesus – who was executed by a Roman governor. Freke and Gandy
write that 2000 years ago Christianity was not the only mystery cult and Roman leaders worshipped various different ‘saviours’. They decided one faith only was needed – a universal or Catholic religion. Christianity was adopted. They say that
the Romans needed a mystery religion because of its popularity with the people. But
such religions were led by mystics and philosophers who had the nerve to question and undermine the authority of the State.
Literalist Christianity [where the
Jesus story is taken as a literal account of historical events] however was a mystery religion that had purged itself of its troublesome intellectuals. It was an authoritarian
religion, which encouraged the faithful to have blind faith in those holding positions of power. It was perfect – a religion without mystics; the outer mysteries [which were common knowledge] without
the inner mysteries [which were a sacred secret]; form without content. Certain
philosophers of the ancient world experienced ‘spiritual enlightenment’ and were mystics and could perform miracles. Pythagoras [a talented Greek mathematician and philosopher] was one such mystic who
could raise the dead. In Gnosticism every person represents a ‘divine spark’. Humans have to learn how to free the divine element from the human material world,
which is the personification of evil. This is achieved through supernatural revelation. Zealots state that humans have to assist God
in establishing the messianic kingdom. Some sayings of Jesus reflect Zeolot
thought: “He had not come to bring peace but division” [Luke 12.51] and “Jesus instructed his followers
at the last supper to buy a sword” [Luke 22.36]. Jewish Zealots challenged
Roman rule. The Gnostics say that Jesus was a prophet to whom God revealed his
word just like the prophet Muhammad who is sacred to Islamic countries.
Whatever the truth and the details,
there is no doubt that God exists. I am of the opinion that we understand when
we are able to; all in good time and that meanwhile it makes sense to do all we can to help our true master achieve his divine
kingdom. Religion and politics go hand in hand.
As in the bible story, Jesus was sent here for one mission only – to overthrow the corrupt Roman government and
to make the world just and righteous. Jesus was a revolutionary – born
to rule, a bringer of prosperity to all, not wealth for the few. But as happens
with all leaders of an uprising [and is still true of today], he paid the ultimate death penalty. Pontious Pilate refused to have his cosy corrupt lifestyle challenged and had Jesus unpardonably and deplorably
murdered just because he was guilty of being honourable and law-abiding. [Although
the bible would wrongly have us believe that Pilate tried to save Jesus and that it was the crowd who yelled for his execution.]
I believe that another great beacon
of light that God sent us – Martin Luther king was also murdered on the authority of the United States government. God bless lawyer William Pepper who has spent twenty years risking his life trying
to prove a conspiracy to murder Dr King. Strange isn’t it – if Mr
of Mrs Ordinary murders someone, he/she gets life in prison. BUT the VIPs of
our world [the very people who deserve to be punished] are allowed to murder anyone who they think will threaten their power
and wealth. And then they have the cowardice and callousness to frame an innocent
lowly person. SHAME ON THEM. Let
us have the truth about who killed Diana and why.
Andrew tells me that Jesus is God’s son and that he had a brother – the fiend Satan. He
says that only a quarter of the bible is the truth. I’m keeping an open
mind but as I learn more about our own spiritual powers I understand more about the teachings of aikido – of being ‘at
one with the universe’, and of all of us possessing natural ki energy which is, in truth, just free uninhibited ‘thought’
power.
One thing’s for sure we have
to defeat the devil. To do that, we have to change the evil amongst us into the
virtuous. If we cannot change them, we must conquer them. We must however uphold the law, but if we are attacked then we are within our rights to defend ourselves. Just as Zena says, the way to conquer evil is to give it our love.
Pud gave me a real shock when I checked
him at midnight and found him wide-awake and standing by the door. I startled;
he whimpered; then I realised he was concerned about the haphazard arrangement of his cars.
Slowly and deliberately he lined them all up in perfect order, and only when he was absolutely satisfied with their
disposition did he climb back into bed, cover himself up, and fall asleep.
OCTOBER 3RD 1999
I jumped on the scales for the first
time in months. I’m down to ten stone, which is a big improvement on eleven
and a half. I’ve still got half a stone to work off to reach my ideal. My running programme isn’t going as well though – I’m not even on
target for a half marathon! Oh well, maybe I’ll be ready to do the London
marathon in the real new millennium – 2001.
This evening I began reading Hazel
Courteney’s enlightening story of her interaction with the late Princess Di and the spirit world in her inspirational
book Divine Intervention published by CIMA books, London.
OCTOBER 4TH 1999
I got up this morning to find that
my bin had been knocked over and the contents sprawled across my drive. I also
found that some yobbo had sprayed red paint on my back door and kitchen window. Jesus,
when’s it all gonna end?
Dad and I had our meeting with inspector
Phil Hare to try and get to the truth of the stables story. [As if you could
ever get to the truth of anything where the police are concerned!] Prior to this,
dad had spent over half an hour on the phone briefing him of events, so he should have visited us with answers but instead
[and as I expected] we came up against evasiveness and claptrap. The inspector
said he’d look into the incident but he said that he wasn’t prepared to put anything in writing. I passed a remark that the social worker had advised me to insist on a response in writing. He displayed a bit of a male chauvinistic attitude when he replied, “Oh, she did, did she?”
before continuing with his nonchalant patter that he’s not obliged to take it any further because there are no prosecutions
or any further action necessary and that the police have done their bit. Well,
how ruddy convenient for them!
I asked why it would take so long
for police to trace their records of the incident and that it was strange that there was no incident number. Hare waffled, “If you had to do speculative searches – databases – and you didn’t
know the date and who made the call, it could take a while to get the details up.”
I butted in, “It’s a big criminal offence.” He replied,
“Is it? Feeding a horse is not criminal; trespassing is not…. If
a crime had been reported it would be on the crime recorded system. Who is saying
they were there? It may not be in the system – if the call has not gone
through the control system. If they phoned the police station direct and asked
to speak to PC1302, he will not have created an incident such as this on it. If
Mrs Cooper had called through central control room, it would be recorded. Even
so it would be recorded.”
Dad and I stressed that we wanted
the truth – of why Dewi Jones & Co made up such an incredible story. Hare
babbled, “But you don’t know that Dewi Jones has, do you? You’re
making links up. Dewi Jones’ story is the same as the officer’s.” Dad told him it wasn’t. Hare said
he’d need over five hours to get to the bottom of it all but that he has no intention of finding out who’s been
fibbing and why and that he won’t be speaking to Cooper. Some investigation! I reckon the only person speaking the truth in the whole saga is PC1302.
Despite my repeated requests for him
to phone me, there has been no response. I believe he is not getting my messages. I’ve also left messages for PC1651 to phone, but for some reason no one wants
to talk to me! What convinces me most that the police are guilty of impropriety
and that they are covering up for the family is that Cooper told me three times that she’d reported the crime to PC1302,
yet he said he hadn’t spoken to her and didn’t know her. He had only
been given a message to come and see me and to warn Andrew and he knew virtually nothing about the crime. It thus seems to be a collaboration. I hadn’t mentioned
PC1302 to Cooper or any of the others, so how did she know that he’d been to see me?
I expect she’d been briefed to name him [maybe by PC1651.] Hare
announced that if his investigations reveal that Dewi Jones & co have collaborated
with Gareth and involved the police, it is a very serious matter and needs to be dealt with.
“Pah! As if we’re going to get a scrap of truth out of that pretender,” I later told dad. But he wasn’t so critical and believes that Hare is trustworthy and will do a thorough investigation. Dad simply cannot believe that this could be a set up and that the police are in on
it. I’ve long since stopped trusting any official. I think it is outrageous that a police officer can come to my door with tales that a Mr or Mrs X are accusing
my kids of X crime and I’m not allowed to know the details and [worse] when the story is proved to be a sham, no one
answers for it. I’d also asked Hare why the devil’s child is not
being charged with harassment since not only has he pestered me and my kids directly but he has made umpteen unfounded referrals
to social services and has stated to the court welfare officer that he has me watched.
But Hare said that I need to find out from social services who is watching. However when I told him that social services won’t divulge such information,
he just shrugged!
Oh God bless the day when justice
is served, secrecy is swept aside and honesty triumphs. All the people who have
wronged me and wronged others have absolutely no idea of the wretched depths of despair that they are sending themselves to. If the likes of Hare can admit they’re lying, they will be blessed and earmarked
for heaven. Can the anonymous security man in the council come to me and say,
“Yes, I lied about the CCTV being on – I’m sorry?” Can
his colleagues also admit that the story about Andrew and Shell being in grave danger from the sea was an ugly concoction? Can the Dewi Jones mob apologise for their lies and the distress they caused us and
can they now give away their wealth to someone in need and so contribute towards a pure unadulterated world? Can the council be brave enough and big enough to ask our forgiveness for the abominable way they are treating
us? I can forgive and forget, but I am not the judge. God is.
The council are playing games with
us. The difference is they get big bucks [which they stole from hard working
decent law-abiding citizens] whereas I plunge further into poverty. I should
sue them for loss of earnings potential and loss of job and expenses for my court sessions since it is because of them that
my court battle has become complicated and thus lengthened. They should also
be sued for unnecessary stress and harassment. They don’t realise though
that they can never break my spirit, because we are with God and they are with Satan.
They forget that he who laughs last laughs loudest. That is a divine certainty;
for the council as we know it will simply cease to be. They don’t seem
to care that they are ruled by and will perish with the wicked cowardly devil whereas our master is strong, intelligent and
supreme.
Everyone has the power to eradicate
evil and promote equality and freedom for all. People must listen to their conscience
– it is an excellent guide as to how we should behave. If we don’t
behave as God wants us to, our consciences can drive us nuts and can kill us in the end.
Many women are finding the courage
to stand up to their malign men folk and to expose their malevolent criminal deeds.
We need more women like Sheryl Gascoine to come forward and ‘grass’.
Let’s have some powerful men’s wives tell all too – if they dare!
I am sure that when many more women reveal the truth about their injurious partners, they will find the world listening
and the transformation to uprightness in motion. I have a special message to
all the women of the world who have been violated by a man; and violated again because of our inherently and endemically corrupt
‘justice’ system – a system that supports criminals and in particular men, never give up your fight for truth and justice. You may not think
that anyone can hear you or cares about you but we can and we do. Even if you
get nowhere in court, even if your case never gets to court, tell us your story. At
the end of the day, we, the people are judge and jury. Go to the papers, TV shows,
hand deliver your story if need be; but never give up. We all need to support
each other and speak out. Remember the umpteen little voices.
We need more people to come forward
and spill the beans on their fathers/partners/relatives/colleagues who belong to the secret seedy Freemasons. This organisation is made up of male members who are all ranks of the police, judiciary, medical profession
and other well-respected persons in society. These men outrageously fix it so
that justice is never done; innocents go to jail and guilty b…. WALK FREE. If
these Masons and other members of other secret societies [for example, Northern Ireland’s Orange Order] do not hurry
up and become upright, they will be severely punished; if not by society, by the much worse burning fires of hell to which
they are heading when they are dead. It is not enough for members to say that
they themselves do no wrong and therefore are in the clear or that they have genuinely not witnessed any corruption or other
wrongdoing. That may be so, but the fact that they are members makes them culpable
because they are supporting an evil organisation. Ignorance about what
they support is no excuse either.
A young Italian girl grew up surrounded
by the Mafia. Her father, uncles, brothers and other male relatives were members. They all terrorised and murdered to increase their wealth and power. They killed anyone who got in their way, especially anyone who tried to bring them to justice, including
upright senior police and judges. The young girl saw what the men in her family were doing and she didn’t like it. She snitched on the lot of them and took them all to court and testified against them. Of course in the end they killed her too. She
was only seventeen. What a courageous young woman she was though. Her whole life was worthwhile.
She was dedicated to serving God and for that she lived in constant fear and dread of what the Mafia would do to her.
There is no reason why we all can’t
be like her. The point is, we all live in fear anyway - of crime, of poverty,
of loss of life and deterioration of health and that of our loved ones. We all
face insecurity. Most of us would be better off dead anyway than to be ‘living’
the lives that we presently do. And all the negativity is just getting worse
by the hour. Even the perpetrators of evil live in fear and under constant threat. They also need good in their lives and want to be free of the shackles of Satan. To defeat the devil we have to give out love and behave according to God’s law. Those who hurt others or who are lovers of money and materialism or who corruptly
protect the wrongdoers need the most love in order to see the error of their ways and to give them the inner strength to walk
the path of God. Those with the most wealth have the furthest to fall, but fall
they must in order to be free of Satan. They can begin the journey to freedom
by giving away their worldly goods to those in need.
People must find the courage to strive
for integrity and justice with no surrender. If you have already been wronged
[and many of us have], don’t swallow another blow from unscrupulous authorities.
The truth will surface eventually; just persevere and be persistent and
use peaceful, lawful means. When we all uncover depravity, it will be defeated.
If we can master our own feeble desire
for noxious substances we will soon annihilate the abhorrent drink, drug and tobacco culture and all their related misdemeanours
and violations. That’ll be a hefty punch on the nose for the government
and her bent agencies and her big business/drug smuggling cronies and fat cat lawyers.
Such substances are the work of the devil.
So too is society’s sick obsession
with casual sex, porn and prostitution. Women must rise up against the evil sex
trade. Decent people should have nothing to do with it and should certainly not
pay any money in relation to it. Name and shame the pornographers and those protecting
porn. Likewise name and shame those who profit from and protect prostitution
and who make sex slaves of women. Also, name and shame the men in government/war
lords who force women to prostitute because they are denied other means of making a living.
God bless Andrea Dworkin for her work in speaking out about this subject.
Men all over the globe must refuse
to join the armed forces. And let’s see an end to the manufacture of weapons
of any description and the demolition of all existing ones. People should refuse
to work in the arms industry. The world is sick of governments preaching morality
and an end to genocide on the one hand whilst manufacturing and selling arms slyly on the other. Future contention will not be between political parties or for electoral votes, it will be a deadly battle
between good and bad and we will witness worldwide rioting and uprisings. Government
departments will be crushed including her intelligence agencies since they are hugely expensive organisations protecting corrupt
business. People must have faith that it is right and proper to do everything
possible to strive for a righteous world and that in the doing they will be safe in the knowledge that God will keep their
enemies at bay; since those doing good for society will be protected by the Holy spirit.
I think we are all here for a purpose. I think we all have a higher spiritual self that guides us by way of our conscience
and that we chose to come into this world when we did to do what we have to do. I
think that those who strive hard to make the world a better place for everyone do
listen to their higher spiritual selves and therefore work for God. More and
more of us are getting this awakening as we start to do the right thing. It’ll
soon get to the stage where it’ll be the norm to always behave righteously and the majority of us will be challenging
wrongdoing, whistle blowing on bent bosses, officials and business persons et cetera wherever and whenever we see it around
us; and will not be frightened to do so. Those who don’t strive for truth
and justice and uprightness will soon be in the minority. And they will be the
ones who will be considered ‘different’. I think some people
just refuse to acknowledge and refuse to listen to their higher spiritual selves and that is why they are so easily influenced
by the devil and will remain so; and will ultimately pay a high price for it.
OCTOBER 5TH 1999
Inspector Hare phoned me with the
results of his so-called investigation. As predicted he fed me a pile of bull-dust
that he thinks gets him off the hook and will shut me up. Well he can jolly well
dream on. We, the profane, are sick and tired of being fobbed off by the likes
of the police. It’s high time they spoke a bit of truth. Hare told me he’s spent a lot of time investigating. He
said he’d told PC 1651 to phone Dewi Jones and make enquiries. [I’ll
go and see that family again and make my own enquiries.] It would appear that
it was only grass [Deb had been told that it was pellets] that had been fed to
the horse and that nothing was in fact stolen – just misplaced. Well surprise,
surprise! Hare said that the horse had got colic, had run riot and had gone over
a fence, “probably a barbed wire” one and that it needed fifteen stitches.
[Well, the horse’s owner, Dafydd, had told me that the horse had injured itself in its stable – I’ve
got it all on tape.] Hare didn’t know if an officer had seen the injured
horse; he presumed someone had been up there.
I commented that I thought he’d done an investigation. He didn’t even know that the horse in question is
a valuable one.
I asked if he thought the whole tale
a bit fishy but was told, “No; they’re not lying.” Hare repeatedly
told me that “there was no criminal action and the family want all this to stop now.” Well, I know there was nothing
criminal as regards the behaviour of my own kids, but as for the performance of the police…. Well that’s another
story…. And I have no doubt that the Dewi Jones conspirators would like it all to stop now. I’m sure Hare does too. But they must remember that
they started this little game; not me; so they must now afford me a little courtesy and allow me to finish it – all
in my own sweet time, of course….
Dad does not doubt Hare’s findings;
but I sure do and I’m not going to let it drop. You’d think the conspirators
would’ve got their story straight before including me in the game. I’ll
be writing to the Police Complaints Authority next, and the MP and the papers…. I’m doing my little bit to question
the rulers of the darkness of this world in the hope that eventually they will answer for their crimes and in the doing some
of the devils walking amongst us will be defeated. I beg others to do likewise. Point the finger of guilt at the authorities and whoever else is really to blame. Complain; cause a fuss; DON’T BE SILENCED.
Tell the world about your pain and suffering and name and shame those guilty of your persecution. The crooks can’t stand that. Remember evildoers will
get their comeuppance since those who do wrong do have a debt to pay to society. Even
if they do escape justice in this world, they will most certainly not do so in the next.
God needs as many little helpers as he can get. Hand-deliver your story,
erect posters, badger the press…. If the majority of us can try to defeat
some of the devils in our midst and of course those residing within ourselves, then ultimately and collectively we can help
our divine ruler destroy the grand master of evil himself – Satan. With
perseverance and togetherness we’ll annihilate him. The ultimate goal is
victory for God and a safe pure unadulterated world governed by righteousness for us.
We have a fight on our
hands.
