The owner of a local Thai restaurant near St Eustache church, who often helps with a free cup of coffee, was asking questions regarding my situation. I’ve been here in Paris six months and I guess she thought I would have a job by now. It wasn’t long before the conversation veered onto the book I’m trying to finish, an autobiography titled ‘Betrayed NOT Beaten’ (click 1).
After explaining the loss of my children, who were stolen by way of fraud courtesy of Police Corruption Australia, this restaurant owner said, ‘Oh, I’m sorry for you’. To be quite honest, everyone has reacted exactly the same way but this time, her response ignited an entire new conversation – a passage I wrote that will be published in my book – explaining my theory on life’s turn of events; “there’s no need to be sorry, life is like a gig saw puzzle…”, I began to explain.
ME:
“…it consists of thousands of little pieces, some are bright and colourful and their beauty give us pleasure, others are dark and hazy and their appearance can deter us from continuing; however, if we want to discover it’s full potential, we must endure it; some people know what the bigger picture is supposed to look like and work towards it and others have got no clue and give up half way through; it will all make perfect sense in the end”.
I’ve been told by the same people who tore my family apart that my children do not want anything to do with me; however, they were not given a voice in front of the judge despite being old enough to take the witness stand; the Australian Police were signing documents in my children’s names containing statements that my children were not capable of making, and producing the same documents in court to have them permanently removed from my care. I was excluded from viewing these documents prior to the hearing, as so to obstruct my opportunities to contest them – I did not know the evidence I was contesting till after the final hearing, which spread over five days…
The judge had no choice but to rule the case in their favour.
The institution they tried to silence me in (before winning the case in front of the board for my release after a long, hard fight for what’s right), was full of single mothers who’ve had their children removed and therefore, stripped from the old Government Benefits that financially supported them. They were not given a voice but THANK GOD, mine is LOUD AND CLEAR. I fought my ass off for my children but lost them, so I left the country to fulfil life long travel dreams to Europe, somewhere other than THE PALACE PRISON, AUSTRALIA.
When I left the land down under to come to the one on top, the police involved in this case made contact by way of cross-reference (from Australia) with EUROPOL Authorities and shared documents they presented to the Melbourne Family Courts, which is illegal because (a) it was a closed case, they had no right to communicate any of it and (b) it was a clear breach of confidentiality. Later, I gave my copies of the frauded documents in question (via third parties for protection) to the late Daphne Caurana Galizia, a Maltese Investigative Reporter dubbed the most fearless, who was investigating my case involving EUROPOL Authorities; four weeks later she was murdered in a car bomb.
I was asked if I am over it all. Well of course I am, I believe we must allow ourselves time to mourn because through it we will become stronger but UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL I BE BEATEN! (click 2)
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