Sunday, 13 May 2018

Security Guards





Today I got more than enough evidence to believe that all stalkers, all these years, at least inside of places, were sent by security guards. Today they sent some bullies that had already been where I am with me in the past, and they sounded as if they were speaking an unknown language. Once in a while, they spoke English. As I used the screen in the way I promised I would when speaking to the security guard today, they all left, so that I have absolutely no doubts the Australian security guards spent 16 plus years checking on my choices via bullies. This particular group repeated the same scheme they did the last time, so that this woman raises, goes to the toilet, comes back from it a few times. She seems to tell others that I am arousing her from staring at her when she passes. All of a sudden she changes that into marijuana, that she uses pot and feared my friendship with the security guard. I now think I am sure security guards at the Sydney Uni organised the theft of my bag, and those at Melbourne Uni organised the theft of my bag in the class as well. That said, Trevor called a security guard who was from Brazil in that 2001/2 instead of a federal cop. I had asked him to find one that had been born in Brazil (federal cop). He must have been able to find only a security guard, and this man, who is probably from Rio, and therefore probably black, is then responsible for all the atrocities I endure since back then on his own. Wilson is a name that appeared a few times in front of me, and I put it together with Bolivar, since his best friend is called Wilson, and they put a preferred beverage of Angelo Ricci in the house in Santa Kilda East in 2002. It might then have been Wilson Security. Britney Spears, upon getting to know of my case, fired the Brazilian security guard, as everyone saw in the news. Basically, I spoke to this man called John, security guard, and I later on was in the same building, place I told him I would occupy later. He came around and spoke to some people of Asian background who seem to be stalking me here for a while. He then told them, in front of me, that 'I volunteered', that I was a professor, and so on. I then hear him checking on everyone's credentials, but he skips me this time. He also came around the group to my back that I first mentioned here later on. He had spoken about racism with the group of people with Asian background earlier, which I forgot to mention now. The group I mentioned first was all white and seemed to be speaking Nordic languages. He came around, heard him asking to see their documents, and they would have proven to him they were students at the university where I am, and then things happened in the way I described. I now imagine that it is 16 years plus of Australian security guards born in Brazil, obviously and trivially, and those would then be the worst obstacle I have to be respected and have justice all these years, so that when the Vicpols stop me and tell me to go to the courts in Melbourne to get an order against Bradley, what happened shortly ago, as I said in my blogs, the Brazilian security guard rushes to speak to them and get the Islamic woman to serve me there, already realised. There is only God... Australia would then have to cleanse their security guards force by copying Britney Spears: Fire all those with Brazilian background. And this is just so that we recover justice and compliance in Australia. The loss Trevor gave all of us... Worse now is what I reported previously: They come with forged documents, pretend to belong to other countries, and so on. Met several by now... They must have caused all episodes of harassment by inspectors I experience since 2002, and all else. There is only God... Australia suffers from ethical behaviour that connects to unconditional support, so that they are ALSO security guards or security, basically. I did attempt to become one in the period, lucky me you would say, but I ended up not working as a security guard, what made them be their mates, not me, I can only imagine. That is probably where the police of Australia got the impression that I was a terrorist existing under special ruling of the Brazilian government or an escapee of a mental institution in the place. Britney's thing was about 2007, if I am not mistaken. No time now to research into that and put here, sorry. Write to me if you find out and send me the link, please. It was important saying they were students because when I denounced the theft at Sydney Uni I told staff that was becoming close to me that they seemed to all be from outside of the university... just to give you an idea of how they got it... I believe they are all outsiders, security organises themselves with them, and still pretends they have checked and they belong to the place. That perfectly matches what I thought happened at the Macquarie University. They seemed to be all undergraduates, the place could never be that crowded, where I was, it was only for postgraduates, and so on. I now imagine the element tells Australians, native, he is protecting them against me, and tells Brazilians, native, that he is protecting me against them, which is why it works: He speaks both languages, most Brazilians he deals with speak only Portuguese, and so on. I know now, 100%, how he did it.









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Monday, 7 May 2018

The Problem of the Cop who is a Professor in Criminology





I just realised what happened at the Macquarie University last year: I had two disciplines taught by cops. I was doing the course to have access to them as well, since I suffer barbarian crime since the end of 2001, and absolutely everyone thinks that the worst of all is the cops. They seem to cause all of it from beginning to end, so not only never do their share, but cause all: It is unbelievable. My fellows tried to tell them about the crimes I was suffering, to get them to play their role as cops. I also tried that, and got really upset when they refused to save the rest of me using their entitlements, and also refused to give me a witness' note or get the ones I had published in the press. They think I missed ethics because I am also a professor, and should not demand that they do anything beyond their role as a professor there. I think they really have a distorted understanding of all: They don't stop being cops because they are professors; Our lives still depend on them. And they could never under mark me because they thought it was unethical that I got the group to denounce the crimes I suffered to them, and I charged them on doing something in the condition of cops. I actually told the other cop, from the other discipline, that I thought the first cop had under marked me criminally. My only chance of getting out of Australia and being in a place where they can believe I am an equal, equal to the police in this case, someone who deserves human rights, is Academia, and I don't have any communication line that works. It is only if I see people face to face that I may have a chance. Accidentally I get something that works, but it is very accidental, and then it is not just an attempt to communicate. It is usually all controlled by the main marginal, and those who succeed in, for instance, speaking to me on Skype or Linkedin are people they are sure won't save me, won't do anything to improve my chances not even of fighting. More than 16 years... but the cop did not want me to be upset and complain to the other cop when he asked me about how things were doing... this in Academia, with my marks and stuff. Oh, God... Once more, crime lifts all ethical barriers in my case, especially atrocity: No more ethical code for me if the other academic knows of the atrocities I endure from seeing them, and does nothing to stop those, to increase my chances, and so on. Ethics means, first of all, defending equal opportunity, and nobody can have equal opportunity if they suffer crime, especially atrocity. Victims of crime would have to be helped, supported to an extreme, and would have to have all facilitated, obviously and trivially. If the only hope the victim has got is Academia, then the other academics are on the obligation of doing all they can to include them, obviously and trivially. First comes human rights, saving the life and body of the person, especially head, then comes ethics. Sometimes you need to help the person a hell lot to make sure they have equal opportunity, so that equal opportunity means more than an infinity of unequal support. In the same way, we help the handicapped: special times, rooms, allowances, etc. Also with the same intentions. There is only God... By the way, one of those cop-professors gives me a witness' note, and they are still native, and I would probably be saved next day. It is repulsive that they realistically don't have any shame...







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Friday, 27 April 2018

Malandros and Marginals




I am concluding I was attached by The Australians since  the end of 2001 because someone had the courage of spreading I was a carioca. I remember my mother saying that Joao Carlos Ricci Terra called her to ask her if I studied (cariocas are well known for not doing what they should). I promise you, with all that remains of my being, that not even for a second of my life I wanted to be anything similar to any South American, African, or Australian: I adored producing and making of my every second on earth the most meaningful as possible. I am attacked by an entire race and Country of parasites, malandros, and marginals, the most coward and repulsive this world has ever seen, Brazilians, and their alike (once more, Bradley was a Natural Centrelink person and still chose to live amongst those having all choice on earth, so much he really belonged, with his mother, sister, and family, to that sort of people and environment) internationally, unconstitutionally and illegally, and I came to First World to FINALLY find people like me, therefore people who NEVER, in any hypothesis, would like to get fame without deserving, achieving at work or studies without deserving, and not doing their share somewhere, who would prefer death to being on the dole. I came to finish with Brazil in all senses, especially Rio de Janeiro and carioca, main reason being their parasitism, freeloadism, and crime against God's People, the righteous like myself and my mother. I promise you I preferred death to having no actual achievement my entire life. What happens to me is an atrocity of no dimension started and ran, from beginning to end, by those who are Natural Centrelink. Whilst they are the ones who should never be in Academia or anywhere on earth at work, study, or even life, who loses life without a chance is me and mum. Pay attention to the following: A parasite never chooses working when they don't need to do that, never chooses studying when they don't need to do that, never chooses participating in class when they don't need to do that, and so on. A producer, and I am sure the world is divided between producers and parasites, chooses precisely the opposite. Never ever let another case like mine or mum's exist: Never let anyone who adores their job, their career, their achievements be stopped by crime, especially as heavy as what I endure. You owe your every piece of comfort and facilitation, such as air conditioning, to people like me and mum, not to the parasites and mallandros who destroyed and still destroy us. This is the 17th year of my martyrdom in First World Democracy, and it is all made possible by one race of SOBs, The Australian race. I trusted them, they made me trust them. I trusted their government, their media, their Academia, and so on. Once more, it sufficed that the same happened in the USA, and I would have had my PhD title or academic job, as it is all I asked in life, at most in 2002. Nothing that happened would have happened. It is not acceptable that even one cent of my money or one second of my time was used by someone else since that end of 2001, when I said all that mattered was my human rights and defending those, that my worst enemies were The South Americans, especially cariocas, and so on. You cannot support parasitism, especially to this level: not the body of the person, not the intimacy of the individual, not their letters, and so on. Never those. You can't. Blessed in abundance be those who would do anything to have Marcia Hope and all witness' notes on earth in the press, who would ignore South Americans and do what they should for a fellow human being regardless of their race, physical type, where they are born, and so on, and only those. 


I was always with Hubbard without knowing: It is all about what you experience yourself. I had the rights to choose my team, and I never, absolutely never, chose the non-native as a team. It was either totally native and white born in Australia or totally native and white born in the USA or totally native and white born in England, nobody else. It was also youngest people, like Nicola and Kate, since I said they had less prejudice and were more my friends. If life was not about the rule, then I had the rights to remain inside of my team. Nothing of this could have happened, I could never be forced to anything, especially being in their team, as it is from beginning to end. That my team is attacked and I don't have a choice, people go dying and others. Not acceptable. Not acceptable. 


I also promise you I never wanted to pretend to be in a relationship with somebody without being and I never wanted to relate to anyone who is older than me or from any other Country that be not those I mentioned or to a woman or anything else. They invented that I was carioca since that end of 2001 for convenience (cariocas always betray their partners. Their fame is that they never refuse sex). From beginning to end of my life I will say: I truly despise South Americans and all they do and are, and I was in the First World after true value, true people, true law and order, and so on. It could not be the case that I did not have access to what the Americans, native, whose morality I really trusted before this all started, thought about The Australians before I come. I had no clue about how they were regarded. Americans thought, with reason, that they were always unreliable, untrustworthy, cretin, and criminal to highest degree. I had the rights to know. Once more, Brazil was in the press as they were. It is not once I need them to save my body, my only life and mother from Brazil that I can afford finding out that they never had police. It cannot be. Why press, for God's sake? I was in Australia to escape Brazil and The Brazilians, not to be with them in ways I never was before, this time with all laws of Australia AND Brazil being violated for that purpose. My blessings, of God's person, could absolutely never have served their purposes. It is a sacrilege!






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Thursday, 19 April 2018

Reasons to Be Attached to the University as a Student? (being built)






The only reason is crime, true atrocity. I am trying to get out of Australia and be in the United States for full 16 plus years. What doomed me was believing I could go back to Brazil and get out of it without increasing the rate and weight of the crimes that I endured. All crimes that I suffered in Australia were coming from Brazil, all of them or almost all of them, but I wasn't sure about that, what is then what made me go to Brazil in 2003. That is the main issue. I denounced to the Australian authorities and they did not care enough or did not care at all. The reason as to why they didn't is now known by me, but I did not know that before I 'bravely' decide to face South America again, and, worse than anything else, what really doomed me, Rio de Janeiro. The reason was initially Joao Carlos Ricci Terra, but that was just a strong question mark in my head by the time I head to Brazil, 2003. Now I know the Brazilian government lies all the time to the Australian authorities, Australia sees all that is happening to me as Brazilian responsibility, and so on. Brazil would have to be forced to comply with their laws already in 2001, as I told that damn Trevor. Who is going to force them if we also don't have press? I am rejected by the First World peoples because I look like trash all these years and I suffer barbarian crime. I need the university to publish, to help me, but they don't want to help in Australia. In the USA they did, but I cannot make it. Last time I needed 20 K in my bank account and I did not have that. There is only God... They have killed my acquaintances, those with money, even though most of the people would conform with their explanations regarding a few of them and say they died from natural causes. I gave that Trevor all information I had, which is then the only reason why I ended up like this. I did trust the discernment of Judith Cook and those who claimed to send him. Trevor said it had been her. That was what made me lose all that I lost all these years. 



Sunday, 15 April 2018

No Police, Only the Marginals, Crime, and Me






There is another dimension to all I endure, which I have just noticed. Some people believed that I visited my relatives to pretend to have a family when I went to Brazil, so that I did not like or praise them, did not think I was doing my obligation or did not have the rights to use whatever service the marginal thought I was using, say their accommodation services. My family is originally Italian, and, as far as I understand, Italian families are very supportive of the members of the family, so that I and all others should receive our relatives any time they visit the place if they ask. That is what I always did. Hermolga and Agnella happened to only visit me once without any warning. Perhaps they visited me when I was with my mother like that a few times, but I mean my own house or apartment instead. I remember receiving them to the best that I could. I had some chocolate box at home, and gladly offered them my only chocolate, despite liking chocolate a lot. I put the entire box in front of them, and sat to converse. The issue that I always found is that we have very little in common, and they lack conversation for a person like me, who would definitely think, most of the time, that they are wasting time by trying to relate to them. I think that they are completely ignorant, know nothing, and have no skills. My mother and Murillo were very different from them: I always stopped all that I was doing to listen to them, and I even invited them to visit me. I never invited Agnella or Hermolga or any member of their family to visit me, true. Murillo and my mother were always invited and welcome: They always had what to teach, they always knew something that I did not know, and I love intellectual matters since little, especially Science. Those could be my friends, not Agnella and Hermolga, never Lea Ricci Pinheiro or Leinha. I obliged myself to visit Hermolga once I was in Rio because I had promised Trevor that I would, and, in having absolutely nobody for my rights or the law, I thought only the story of the psychopath could mean hope, so that I did. My promise had to do with the possible proximity of Hermolga's death. From all the people in my family, she is one of the group of those I hated the most, but my mother was always saying that she loved me instead, so that I always tried to converse with her, and, if possible, to relate too. I stayed at her apartment for only two days. This time she was not pushy and inviting me, as she usually does, what was very suspicious. She did every sort of thing she had never done, things that I consider to be the rudest you can do to a guest. The whole intention was getting God to forgive her for what she had done to me before she died, in case she had regretted, so that she would have more chances to get to the sky, and I did tell that to Trevor. The more serious crimes started when Agnella saw me at her place. I did question Agnella again over the detective from 2000 or over the man who looked exactly like one before she started the never-ending string of crimes against me with her family, what now lasts for more than one decade. The Brazilians did say that I had to stay at the motel where I once was with Alexandre Magno de Andrade when I went to Tijuca instead of staying with my relatives. I stayed with her only two days in her apartment, just because the military club could not allow anyone to stay for as long as I was staying in their hotel, made only for members, but also because of the promise. I stayed with Murillo most of the time when I had to have a break from the hotel (maximum of 15 days or so, then get out and come back). Alexandre was probably married by then (2003). I cannot tell, from beginning to end, why I would ever be involved with any member of The Brazilians for any amount of time, especially carioca women, since those I really hate with all my forces. I lose everything attacked overseas since 2000 by this mass of marginals from South America, Rio. Yet, I did denounce them well to several authorities in 2001 and begged international protection against Brazil and The Brazilians. I wrote to more than 8 TV shows in Australia to try to get it all on air in 2001, and, once more, simply getting it published somewhere would have stopped or mitigated their criminal action against my person. I crack my head myself and cannot tell, from beginning to end, what exactly is happening and happened to me. I understand that a lot of people who have nothing to do with the university were able to get to me and attack me ALSO through the university and, whilst my life and hope was always to the side of the university, those let me down so badly that I cannot find not even a flatshare situation where my flatmates belong to research in 16 plus years. I can only have a chance through the university, and my best chances of anything that I need or want are always in the USA, as already said to Trevor in 2001. For some reason, I am forced day and night, in numerous and unbelievable ways, to non-academics and people who are outside of Academia, what gives me negative chances of even fighting for my basic rights, since all crimes I suffer can only be well proven through Academia. Plenty are technological crimes, the most serious ones, which keep me without a chance. They are crimes such as not having my papers listed with the MathSciNet or the Philosopher's Index. There is only God, realistically. I am sure that what has made my entire martyrdom possible is one institution: RMIT. Yet, their entire plot, and it was definitely the women who created all of it, from beginning to end, consisted of a Vice Chancellor, a HOD, and a few fellows without scruples who were at most half overseas and half native. Both the VC and the HOD were put there through criminal politicians connected to Brazil, The Brazilians. The fellows is the part that I sincerely cannot explain, like why they would ever contribute or attack. I depend on the collaboration from people from research even to adequately publish what is going on with me all these years, quite sincerely: Only those would know exactly what they can say, and the way they can say, so that we decrease to maximum the chance of reproduction of the atrocities and increase to maximum my chances of getting what I need out of this. It is quite a shame what has happened so far. Plenty are from overseas and have tried to help until Obama, then I did not have communication lines I could count on in Australia until then, so that all got lost. After Obama, not so sure about what happens, but what generated the whole lot was definitely RMIT and whatever those people did there, and that is intrinsically connected to the triad of monsters from VUT support: Tony Milone, Judith Cook, and Elaine Martin. The main thing is that they do things to us and with us without getting our authorisation first, direct authorisation. In the post-event, they also do not let us know exactly what they have done. They proceed therefore as if we are kids who cannot have access to what they are thinking when their actions may literally imply loss of our lives and basic rights. I don't even know what to say about this, to be sincere. I thought compliance was mandatory for all governmental employees, especially police, equity, and human rights. I never thought they could be the reason for us to suffer more crime, and I always thought, quite sincerely, that their lives were there, promised to death if necessary when it comes to protecting us against crime, especially atrocity. The entire martyrdom, its characteristics, makes me think that someone like Joao Carlos Ricci Terra, therefore someone arrogant, intrusive, disrespectful, whose life was always exploiting women, belittling them (typical carioca), simply arrived in 2001 and stole me from Academia in general, but also from all my acquaintances, usual circles and all else, so that it is as if he basically took over my life since then, and the entire world let it happen even though, at that very moment, I was denouncing precisely that: That someone was reading my e-mails without my authorisation and my fellows were letting me know that that was to harm or was coming from someone from outside of Academia, therefore really dangerous. Bradley is half and half, since he did publish some research and did present some talks that far. Maybe my fellows would not think he was really dangerous even because they knew he was my De Facto or at least boyfriend. It should be Brazil, perhaps Joao Carlos. As I keep on thinking, Irene Penesis, responsible for all, is a Greek descent. John Rumeliotis, who would have put both Gani and George at VUT, is a Greek descent. The politician, female, who I identified as part of The Brazilians is a Greek descent. Carie, the wife of Joao Carlos that was insanely jealous of me, was a Greek descent. I do think there is a high chance that Joao, like Lea Ricci, his generation, had a lot of will that I were a mental, so that he could effectively be destroying my life and career in Science since 2000 with a lot of intention. There is still the story of star of the family and his age. It is like this: I was born amongst marginals, plenty of my relatives is what I myself would always call marginal, like Lea Ricci, another carioca by the way, but I would have saved my life and body entirely if nobody at RMIT attacked me criminally or proceeded with disloyalty, especially those at the top. From where I see it, they always had a choice, not me. Another thing that could have helped is Bradley or those support VUT women acting with loyalty that is minimum, so disclosing to me what they are doing that will affect my existence, as a minimum thing. Nothing of that happened, and, on top, all my super secret, strategic information of a lifetime, and I lived to accumulate information, knowledge, strategy, and so on, and this information did include the details of the CIA bug, probably known only by me back then, as for non-CIA world, went directly to the hands of The Brazilians. They chose. I am their victim, apparently eternal. Me, mum, and plenty of others. Sever was the owner of the RGMIA at VUT, the group, so that Gani and George, as well as Rumeliotis, would need his authorisation to join and be there, but I remember having been told that who was directly connected to Gani and George was John, not Sever. Coincidentally, Joao in English means John. It is John Shepherd and John Hearne as well, very coincidentally. 





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Saturday, 14 April 2018

Organised Little Crime that Really Pays






Because I suffer crimes for an eternity, there is never anything else but crime in my existence, and atrocity, all against me, this since end of 2001 at most, and all originates in Brazil. From so much having the same crime repeated in the same places, I end up finding out exactly what they did. 


Friday I was at the Macquarie University, one day of the week. This woman calls me: That she wanted to book me, so that I would be translating the contents of a few letters from Portuguese for her. I detected Brazilian voice, at most Portuguese. I could tell she could not understand a word that I said in English, but, when I said all in Portuguese, she did understand. Yet, she complained, said that she did not know was the Portuguese language, and insisted that I had to meet her not this week, not that same day, since I did suggest that, but next week, so that I could translate those letters. Well, if they were in Portuguese and she spoke Portuguese, they never needed any translation, obviously and trivially. Well, total of the mass is that I obviously got no new student, but the woman creates confusion. From so much repeating and me suffering, all the same, usually coming from an old woman from Brazil, and I really hate all about them (the fact that they are old, the fact that they are women, the fact that they are from Brazil, and, more than anything else, the fact that they have lived to attack me, destroy my life, and finally even everything else), I worked out: What follows that call is that they put a student to control the access to the hidden cubicle where I am. Another approaches that one, voice of Middle East, to converse with him in a way for me to hear. Right before she called, I was thinking that that place, where I usually choose to be this semester, cause it is more private, was bearing meetings of marginals. The configuration of the place makes me think it can only be, and the other day I heard 'Osama Bin Laden' and some relatively loud conversation of what should apparently be Middle East men, students, probably undergraduate. Some are together with The Brazilians from beginning to end, to the point of a woman coming inside of my bus in 2005 to say I was with the terrorists. 


Anyway, I now know that that woman probably calls the university, security, or someone who speaks to them, and alerts them about a person in their premises, who they located through GPS (using my mobile); a person who would have threatened or scared them somehow. These women have then been doing this to me since at most 2005. That is the reason for people not to give me jobs in Teaching since back then in Australia, I now think (there was ATC). They still spread more things, and the reason for all that would be that Agnella Ricci Terra would have told them to make me company or give me support until I get my academic job, believe it or not, like there is absolutely no law: Basically, they stretch, guarantee that I, super employable, would not have a job in normal Academia for all these years, and tell Agnella that it is like that, so that they can basically keep on haunting me, using my life and person, and so on. There is only God. 


Another one identified herself as Kiran, would be after tutorials in Cyber Crime, found me through VIP Student. As soon as I contact her, things start becoming dodge: Perhaps it was not Cyber Crime, it was Cyber Security. Perhaps she is not really at the Macquarie University and so on. Finally, she spoke to me on phone and denied that she was ever after tutorials. She would send me messages through the VIP Student or Skype or mobile, messages that said that she really wanted my classes. I would call, then it wasn't. I then remembered that when I was recently serving the Macquarie at the International Students building, MUIC, this man stopped me to converse for a long time, apparently seeking help. He told me that he had done Cyber Crime with me. I now think he did not pass. He told me he was from Africa. I am now thinking that he was probably from Brazil. His name was precisely Kyran, I think. I then imagine that he put that picture of woman, found a woman to speak on his phone, perhaps the girlfriend, and invented some big confusion around my name at the Macquarie University. Cyber Crime had a lot of atypical presentations after Alazab left. One of them brought false information: I tried to use that information to get Bitcoins, but it was not sound. He might have been part of one of those groups. I think he made bad face when I asked a question about his presentation (during class). I do not recall very well. I thought I had recognised one member of his group: They started the course by a time you'd think they couldn't. They appeared by the end of the semester, almost during the time of the presentations. One of them looked very familiar to me, as if coming from SENAI/CETIQT. I stopped to converse with her and she denied. That also happened in Adelaide: I could swear the boy had been my student, that one, this at SENAI. I stopped him at the gym to ask. He also denied, and with persistence. There is only God...


Forgot the detail: I am desperate to move out from where I am almost all the time during all these years, since it is never people I can really trust. With time I find out not only that they would not give me a witness' note despite seeing crime that I suffer, but they would also commit crime against me. I then found a convenient ad at Gumtree: A lady claiming to be called Tatiana was offering a bedroom to whomever wanted to take care of her son, drive once in a while, and clean. I wrote to her, showed interest. She told me her number, and asked me to have mine. I gave. I called her, voice messenger. I said via Skype for us to meet today somewhere in the CBD. She agreed. I never heard from her again, but I then got two security guards coming around me to basically kick me out of the building number 8 where I was. A UN event was happening there. They claim I cannot stay there because everyone has to get out, levels one to five. They are security, I try to find out about where I can be and so on. I have the impression I was the only one kicked out after I am out. An old white guy follows me as I direct myself to the other building. Tatiana never called or messaged after that. A Brazilian woman passed me by as I was going to the train station and said scared and whatever to me as I passed her by. This all repeated. I have the impression I lost access to some buildings there. I then think that they have been calling security all these years and saying I threatened them, they located me through GPS, and this sort of thing. That then explains why I get so much bad will everywhere I go during this period. There is only God...


I feel that their messages have been erased as well, what is even more of a concern. It is probably so that I cannot even prove what happened there.



 




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Friday, 13 April 2018

Personal Judgement x Law

Today I got to the conclusion that those who violate my most basic rights in democracy, capitalism, First World, now for astounding 16 years plus, commanded by what I am sure is the largest mass of South Americans that has ever been put together to attack the First World Peoples, believe they are observing and fixing me in my intimate deals with others, so that they believe that they are teaching me a lesson of some sort as they steal all my material and virtual property 24/7, deprive me from communication lines free of crime, steal my post (since 2005), and so on. Funny enough that the claim people like Lea Ricci Pinheiro has, as she violates all my human rights internationally, with the same ease she always had in Brazil, is that they are teaching me a lesson. I find that extraordinary: The capacity of the generations above mine of forcing us to learn from them. We cannot say no. We cannot think that they are not qualified to teach us anything. We cannot leave them and get rid of any sort of contact with their personas: They wanted. They thought I should learn something from them. They wanted me to do this or that instead of what I did, like they even put a poster under display in 2002 saying Come Out to Play, which I, only later on, would associate with what they wanted (become a lesbian!). 


I was just conversing with another professor about eras, changes of trends in human kind, and my conclusion is that we have left the era of the economical domination (those who have money can get anything they want, do everything they want, and so on, so that, for them, the laws and systems are nothing), and entered the era of the technological domination (those who have criminal technological skills can get whatever they want, do all they want, and so on, so that, for them, the laws and systems are nothing). Nowadays, they go to my Linkedin and surgically remove thousands of my members using my own login and password. These are crimes that are almost impossible to be proven: I may do that myself, be insane, and report. And whilst the true pigs sink their heads in the mud, as they say in Brazil, happy enough for doing their thing, my beloved First World students are deprived from what should have been their best professor, supervisor, and all else, Science is deprived from my talent, skills, work, theatres are deprived from my image and acting, and so on. Shocking that one SOB can cause all this and we find nothing and nobody for more than 16 years, not to say our entire life, to make sure the laws will be respected and our rights will be properly defended, especially the most basic ones, such as property, freedom, and privacy. May God allow for time reversion at least in the case of mum and me, and may that include our organisms in their entirety. May God allow for us to have Marcia Hope and show, not only tell, His wonders. In the name of Jesus Christ, and all those who have been martyred against their will, especially those who have been martyred by the own governmental agents, also against the law, as in my case. 


I strongly suggest that, if the authorities for law and order someday bother about what has been happening to all First World Peoples, which obviously and trivially included my person, born from very legitimate First World Peoples' descents, they investigate documents forgery. Not only do I believe that already in 2001 we had 'Finish' women born in Brazil at waste everywhere in the First World, already causing lots of crimes against innocent and virtuous women like myself when I meet them, but I am sure the amount of forgery and deceit has been almost infinitely increased during the period of my martyrdom (from end of 2001 until nowadays). I now believe I have met Mexicans, Nordic, English, Canadian, French, Middle East, and tons of other people whose birth is undeniably Brazilian: I only find out as I see them more times, as I even share house with them. Quite sincerely, as I told Trevor in 2001, Rio de Janeiro is the place for forgery, so that I was never surprised with the fact that the First World Peoples could be thinking that I had lied in my resume; I was surprised with the fact that they would not give me a chance of proving to them that, in my case, also mum's, the qualifications, experience, and achievements were absolutely deserved and genuine. It is a shame that Bradley Paul Neal got to reign absolute from beginning to end instead of me. I promise you that, despite my birth, I never ever even lied since I was 10 years old, to anyone else, and that DOES set me apart from every Brazilian I have ever met in life apart from my grandmother, mother, and Rogerio (oh, well, perhaps I am overlooking, but these are the names that immediately come to my head) for two years during my undergraduate. I promise you that just that fact makes me not be a carioca. I also promise you, as I will die saying, that I am the exotic case: I came for having absolutely no match in South America, for simply trying to recover the original connections of my roots with the First World Peoples or for simply being after a people who had to do with my person, my individuality, of someone who never found any similar creature in South America. I am sure that was my right, and the nightmare the contact with South Americans, especially cariocas, was for me since my birth should have been over at most in 2000. From there, at most my mother. Really not happening. May God provide. 


I have the sure impression that the native white people from AU, US, and UK have no idea about how many of their group have had their lives and basic human rights sacrificed because of the attack of some South American over them, and I think I am sure that, if they knew, they would do anything, including giving their lives, to get me out of this situation, of suffering crime. I have absolutely no doubts that I am their only possible hero, this already in 2001. It is a shame that, as time goes by, they take over more and more of our countries and peoples, and, in special, of my race, white. It is full 16 plus years for a people who could steal from an entire beach, as long as Ipanema, in a couple of hours without missing not even one individual, as I told Trevor. When they realise, if they ever do, I am sure they will think they were really really stupid and doomed all of us, that it was really easy for them to stop all, but they chose to do nothing or support, quite inexplicably. I really wish, from beginning to end, that I were in the USA by the end of 2001, just because I am sure the IQ level there was originally much higher, they had much more sense in all, and therefore this would never have not even started. 


Some apparently attack me because they deemed that I was garbage for marriage (so that when they said I should be inside of a trash truck, and that happened a few times in the period of my martyrdom, it was about marriage. That would be about Bradley telling me that he lied, basically: He actually did not want to marry - 2002, close to when Asha had The Attack. I had pre-organised that all with Trevor and that was supposed to work against him, since he would  have lied to everyone else, showing total absence of character. I had the hint that he did that to get away with his previous crimes against me, and that is why I pre-planned that with Trevor or attempted to do that). Well, in judging that I was trash for marriage, my only life, perfect body and head could all be used and destroyed against my will and every law on earth. I could then be forced to rejects (in their sick minds, rejects like me). Agnella Ricci Terra apparently wanted me to marry some Brazilian/South American, so that she thought her atrocities were appropriate, and she lied to me about her intentions, since, when I saw her in person, 2003, she said she loved me and would do anything for me to succeed at work. I had my work and study criminally ruined millions of times now by The Brazilians, which include her, all planned in a meticulous manner, so that it would be impossible she ever wanted to help me at work or study, but marriage may make sense for a person who cannot see things properly. I remember having told Trevor to get Bradley to always say we were married, together, until basically my relatives gave up or I was rid of them, like back to Australia, what happened in 2004. I really don't understand how anyone can let even one second of my life be administered by someone else illegally and against my will, who would say 16 plus years and the only justification of Agnella and Joao Carlos being that I was unsuitable for marriage or something? As I keep on thinking, we anxiously wait for the time at which Brazil and Australia will have a proper constitution and sign for privacy, property, and freedom, like it can only be that they don't, since the police and human rights agencies of Australia, also Equity, are responsible, in first hand, for all this. It can only be a joke, the entire thing. However, we must remember that Kathy Horadam also mentioned my personal life at RMIT, 2002, and that was one of the main things that made me give up on her, despite what a few fellows said, and go for Germanus, my Sorites: She said I had to date someone who had my profession. Believe it or not, they would have then referred to Reginaldo da Silva from Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, since John Hearne would connect to his ex-professor/supervisor, the one who sexually assaulted him during his course, as I explained in a few places). I sincerely hope that God materialises and fixes all this with everyone else watching in a way that only God can, quite sincerely, and this way will hopefully include my Marcia Hope. Not only almost all my ex-boyfriends wanted to marry me, and it was me who said no, but I had an infinity of men to go for in the First World before this all started if I ever prioritised that, and I only wanted them before this all started, as said to Trevor in infinitely many ways. As incredible as it may seem, it seems that, in not being able to force me to one of their universal rejects, men picked by finger for being realistically despised by women, they went for me having been made to be company of female rejects, so old women in general or older women, such as Lea Ricci Pinheiro: That I was still going to live with her and like her, which seems to then be the reason why I am now for a few years forced to women in several ways, majorly old ones. Jesus! Talk about compliance, ethics, and Science. May God guarantee the end of earth and human kind to its last possible trace. In the name of Jesus and all martyrs who, like me, never wanted to be a martyr, so be it!


And the hardest part to understand and accept in all, if this is the right thread, is that Bradley appeared with me for Horadam's group during the entire period I was under her supervision, exactly like I planned, since one of the problems that I had that was most serious, I thought, as said to Trevor, was their interference with my personal life (supervisor's). Her students saw me with Bradley in the condition of my fiancee. We went out with them a few times. Where does she take the story that I needed a Reginaldo from, I wonder? There is only God... When I was under her supervision, Bradley was picking me up by hand inside of the building of RMIT every day, I think. You'd have to be insane to cause so many problems to your student, problems that should have taken her life already in 2002... There is only God all the way through. I still gave a party at the house I was sharing in Santa Kilda East (sharing was already a consequence of suffering crime), and both Hing Hung and Kaye Marion attended, since I was not with Kathy's group anymore; now it was Shepherd's. Hing was from DEs. Bradley attended, was there during the entire party, and we were still playing the same game. There is only God, realistically. 


To make it all worse, when I arrived in Brazil, I told everyone else I was with Bradley, as I said I would be doing. Bradley still went to Brazil soon after me, and did call and all to say it was because of me. Once more, there is only God... One person in that house, however, St Kilda East, one who did not live there, said that if I did not stay in the motel in Tijuca that Alexandre liked, and I still saw my relatives, I would get much worse. One ex-professor, Vera, referred to my personal life, and basically implied that I should fight for Rogerio de Oliveira, to split him from his wife (another Marcia, according to him). I also told her that I never wanted to marry a Brazilian man, Rogerio included. Nothing saved me, it seems. There is only God...


 



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