NICE TRY BUTTERFLY... but no cigar!

NICE TRY BUTTERFLY… but no cigar!

Thursday 26th July, 2018:

(this article is subject to change, as it has not yet been edited…)

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At approximately 11:35pm, I noticed a small black rubbish bag (‘the S-bag’) dumped near a bin stationed within a short stride from where I mount my tent each night. I didn’t bother looking inside ‘the S-bag’ because it reeked of cigarette ashes, so I removed it away from my tent area and emptied it in another rubbish bin around the corner where I could not smell it anymore. A homeless man unknown to me came looking for it an hour later. It was a busy night and due to the heat, I was outside my tent praying the Holy Rosary. I denied him communication, however, I found it a little odd that anyone would snoop around rubbish bins in the early hours of the morning, as if looking for something that may have been pre-arranged.

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Yesterday I was informed that a man of Maltese origin matching the exact description of my husband has been sighted loitering around the 1st and 2nd district of Paris (which is where I live); I was warned that he may be trying to make trouble for me because I’m happy here and he’s possibly jealous???????? I don’t know, and I don’t care!

Bradley, my husband, has always had a jealousy problem and I’ve never given him a reason to be. I’ve been honest and open throughout the life of our marriage and NEVER taken another man while legally married to him, despite his infidelity and family violence (even after ceasing cohabitation…). The art of Criminology is his specialty not mine.

I haven’t seen Bradley in Paris for myself, so I cannot say for certain that he may be here; however, the idea of my husband in Paris entertains me somewhat given that during co-habitation, we’ve had countless arguments about coming to Paris simply because of his pre-determined and distorted idea’s of the French, so it never happened. Even for our honeymoon, he wanted to go to Greece and I wanted to go to Paris, we went to Greece. I can hardly imagine what someone like my husband (whom I will be divorcing/suing for pain and suffering), could possibly want from the French.

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On one occasion, while living in Malta with my husband, I had to break up with him just to visit Lourdes in France, because he didn’t want to come and he didn’t want me to go without him. I needed to take a break from his violence and wanted to retreat in Lourdes, ‘The Holy Grail’.

Before I left the International Airport in Malta (heading for France), he came rushing in, bursting through the back entry doors of Costa Coffee to manipulate me with his sorry, pleading for me not to go and making a scene, but the ticket was already booked and my relationship with GOD is NOT NEGOTIABLE. After checking vacancies online for the same flight, I offered my husband another opportunity to accompany me to France, but he refused; he hates the French and made no secret of it in front of all those people at the airport. Before boarding the plane, I left my handbag and carry-on luggage in his trusted care while going to the Female toilets and when I returned, I checked in and boarded the plane. I had to tolerate my husband acting like a victim the entire time.

After ‘take-off’, the air hostesses were coming around with food and beverage carts. I opened up my wallet to purchase a beer in celebration (a trip that I’ve wanting to make since departing Australia), and found no cash. The 500eur’s missing from the notes compartment of my wallet. I didn’t see my husband do it but who else could it have been.

I was forced to spend the entire two weeks in Lourdes (France) homeless, the Lord answered. The locals were Awesome with hot meals and left-over bread – I did not go hungry – and hot coffee in the early hours of the morning. The police were also civil, which was a nice change; however, the nights were very cold. One particular shop owner, gave me a beautiful new blanket, with a picture of the Blessed Virgin Mary appearing to St Bernadette at Lourdes dominating the entire blanket (which my husband threw in the ocean when I returned); and another local shop owner who spoke no English, gave me a large set of Rosary Beads carved by hand from the wood of olive trees, that I had specially blessed at church (which my husband broke in pieces by pulling it at opposite ends with his bare hands); his attempts to maliciously control my level of enjoyment by sending me to Lourdes with no money didn’t work, so he resorted to property damage, destroying my most treasured religious sentiments given as gifts from ‘The Holy Grail’.

When I tried to report his violence to local police in Malta under the so called anti-domestic violence laws. Duty police from Saint Julian’s Station, where his EUROPOL Friend is stationed, laughed at me and said, ‘we can’t actually make a police report about this while you’re still legally married to your husband because we don’t know who actually owns the items, as his motor bike is also yours…’. They warned me that if I leave him, ‘I’m going to end up outside with the dogs (their exact wording)’; and all this support he had, gave my husband the power to continue his abuse without contest. If you can’t turn to police for help, who can you turn to?

I went to church facing the beautiful statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary without my Rosary Beads to pray on (that he destroyed), holding back tears – it was outside of mass service hours. A man unknown to me, coincidently entered and noticed my watery eyelashes and said, “…is this about your husband?” I didn’t answer. He continued, “don’t worry, we all know what’s going on, Malta is a very small island and I can assure that in the end, justice will be served.” He went on, “…and your husband will get what he deserves; and if it’s not a life sentence on a wheelchair, he will be very lucky – he might have the police on his side, but you’ve got GOD on yours!”

Before walking away, he reminded me that one of the worst offences against God after infidelity, is the intended damage of religious sentiments in his name (especially offences against the mother of GOD), and as he spoke he reached into his pocket and handed me a new set Rosary Beads still in the box, made of crystals that caught the light with each prayer chanted on it. When he left the church, I said “thank you JESUS”; and in front of the Crucifix mounted high on the alter, I knelt all the way down and kissed the ground before leaving. The urge to cry became a burst of laughter and long-lasting joy. If that’s not God in the face of evil, then I don’t know what is!

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While living in Malta and after ceasing cohabitation with him, my husband became heavily involved with police corruption, giving in to their tax free offer to ‘personally look after him’.., (see Blogger Tab of the website via link provided); …cooperating with the illegal cross-reference by the Australian Federal Police in conjunction with Maltese Authorities; …subjecting me to torts, violence, etc...

Working in with police who were involving the community trying to set up deportation from Malta back to Australia, by trying to illegally incriminating me (falsifying evidence, etc…), my husband was spreading false allegations of drug use/dealing and prostitution…

My husband wants permanent entry into Australia and if I was returned while still legally married to him and institutionalized again (which I have no doubt he would lie some more to ensure), my husband would by law become my legal guardian making all my decisions for me, effectively giving him entry into the country through the side door. When I file for divorce, he would no longer have this option.

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IF by any chance my husband is in Paris to possibly take a last stab at his mission for side door entry into Australia, he’s only got 1 more month; I have NOT seen him in Paris since my arrival and I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to live a life of watching my back for anyone.

It is my personal experience that his tactics, referring to my husband, usually involve foreigners with credibility who will leave the country cashed up once his mission is complete (IF…?); and even the down and desperate, like homeless people that he may involve to try and falsify a drug problem for example, will experience increased living standards and belonging for their efforts, a sure cure for their loneliness, which is better than money.

As a person with dual passport, both Maltese and Australian, and France being a member state of the European Union (as is Malta), I have the legal freedom of movement and employment in Paris. I am here by law and can not be deported unless I have broken the law in France; nor do I have the intention of going anywhere.

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At midnight, when I removed the ‘the S-bag’ from near my tent (see top of page), that I did not place there, I was challenged by a Spanish Lady and her partner who were obviously monitoring it, while drinking at the pub just around the corner where I emptied the contents. I wasn’t interested in looking inside the ‘the S-bag’ because it smelt bad. My aim was to remove the smell from near the tent and it’s also good for security being so close to the bank.

The other problem of course is that in a situation like this (‘the S-bag’ stationed within reach of my tent where the contents are not visible), it may be seen as a point of exchange for illegal activity, like drugs for example; and unfortunately, it’s next to my tent which could place me in a very difficult predicament.

During my marriage and co-habitation, my husband used to confess that in Malta, people are set up like this all the time.

Malta is a small island known for its unconscionable style of corruption, that despite its religious practices and concurrent feasts, is disrespected for allegations of ties to the Italian and Libyan Mafia. A country that is now dubbed by it’s locals as the New Mafia State of the European Union, after the execution style murder of the late Daphne Caruana-Galizia in August of 2017; who was an investigative journalist dubbed the most fearless; who was murdered just four weeks after taking on investigations involving my case against corrupt EUROPOL Officers and local Ministries suspected to have dealt a hand in my case; furthermore, she was handed a copy of my second psychiatric opinion (which effectively clears me of all mental health concerns and highlights breaches of the relevant mental health act against an institution who medicated me for a condition I did not suffer…), and statements that members of the Australian Police Force frauded in my children’s name to have them permanently removed from my care; following that, she intended to bring light to the illegal cross-reference by The Australian Federal Police to Maltese authorities who have involved my husband breaching my human rights to ‘…found family’; who because of their tax-free support, my husband has subjected me to family violence, which he was instructed to deny to support a mental health problem that police tried to carry forward…

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BUT THE TRUTH IS A DEFENCE TO MENTAL HEALTH CONCNERS. NICE TRY BUTTERFLY… but no cigar!