Thursday, 10 November 2016

Organised Criminal Stalking and Harassment

Building shows one more episode of violence/crime that happened around me as I am trying to go out at night or look as if. I now realise this has been happening to me since 2000 at most. It started with an Islamic black man terrorising me inside of the cab where I was (I was the paying party, it was only me and him inside of the cab). I was coming back from an outing involving Julia Sawyer back then. I have already published that in another blog here. Basically, the guy kept on telling me what he claimed to be a real-life story. That involved a woman leaving the female flatmate on her own and going out for fun at night. When she came back, someone had killed the flatmate or something. It was something perhaps involving blood and walls as well; a horrific thing. I was sharing a unit with Endang, who was Islamic and Indonesian, back then. You will read in another blog that I was practically forced to that too, like I wanted an apartment for me to rent on my own, then perhaps sublet, but I was stalked by other women. I now think that it was all Carla, sincerely. I now remember her telling me she entered my college to have sex with a boy I was interested in and her telling me she said she was my friend when people asked. I then think she made friends there and those friends are the ones who stalked me as I was looking for a place to rent, so that they would take precisely the apartment that I so much wanted. Those women who stalked me were white and native. Coincidentally, I now was able to create a clear association between those women who told me they were also from Grace College, as I was inspecting the target-apartment with them, and the woman who appeared in my building on Charnwood Road saying, Go Back to Brazil. She yelled from the last unit to my left there, during the day, all following the introduction of the woman who claimed to be Italian in Neil Barnett's office. The physical type of all the three is identical, and it is possible they all met Carla The Vaca at my college as she entered it and pretended to be my friend, now I know, 100%. It can only be her all the time then, even the house in St. Kilda East that ruined my RMIT, my life in general, my career, and is still criminally destroying my only life, head, body, perfect time in this world, now for so many years, with so much intention and atrocity, not even a fighting chance for previously so perfect white Marcia as the negro race people from Rio destroy my all against absolutely every law of Australia and Brazil, what now lasts for one decade and a half only God knows why. Where is police, I wonder? 

When I was in St. Kilda, and once more trying to enjoy the privileges of the lifestyle of the single people, so that I was actually using my so beautiful white Hyunday, zero, to go out at night on my own, I was again terrorised by men. Whilst in front of my apartment there were men from South America, apparently Colombians, saying they would be raping a woman soon, and I thought this woman could also be me, to my left side there was a couple who used to let a lot of men enter their apartment at night time, after parking their vehicles in the building, garage, and hit the walls, sometimes saying Get Out to me. I was in Adelaide and Hamish advised me strongly not to go out, to stay in, and I understood that was so that he would help me save myself from the atrocities I endure, but it was not quite like that, as you probably know, since I am still enduring almost full slavery on top of other atrocities, so long passed from, let's say, this order of his. I am now here, just started in a new place, and this happens one day after I was seen with a woman at night. She was actually inviting me to go to a casino where we could be meeting boys. I now believe that absolutely all of it was rooted in Veronica Pinheiro Vieira and Andre from Rio de Janeiro, black race, Brazil, to be sincere. I am again stalked by Islamic women, and by women. I never ever had women around me in my life before that, especially so many, so that who put all these women, and I hate women absolutely, like for everything on earth I always chose men in my life, and that can only then be a result of the criminal interference of these black race people with my existence since I very regretfully, and God knows I regret with all my soul and life already in 1999, tried to be friends with Veronica Pinheiro Vieira, my blood cousin, for the first time in my life, was obviously the same Veronica Pinheiro Vieira and soccer club. And one would think that there could not be worse women than Stella Puget de Almeida, Eliane, Lea Ricci Pinheiro or Marcia Britto were in my existence... . Oh, bad luck that never goes away basically. Anyway, I again have Islamic women around me, where I live, and it can only then always be Carla The Vaca. I now know that when I was trying to split from Bradley and desperately looking for a place I could afford, a place just for me, as I had in Brazil, me the owner of all, as it is the only way I feel comfortable in life, who made it impossible was the black race people from Rio. More specifically, it can only have been, all the time, Andre, Veronica Pinheiro Vieira, and their envoys, including Carla The Vaca and Mario. I now deeply believe that Veronica Pinheiro Vieira ALSO had sex with Rogerio de Oliveira, as incredible as it may seem (Lea Ricci Pinheiro stalked him in his building on Marques de Valenca, and it is apparently because of that and because of her being able to push him to an extreme, that he started betraying me, the first prostitute being the own Lea Ricci Pinheiro). Jayme Ricci Pinheiro said several times he saw Lea Ricci Pinheiro having sex with the own father. I sincerely believe this for long now, what he says he saw. I also believe all the problems of Lea Maria Ricci with Jayme Braganca Pinheiro were rooted in the same place as my problems with Rogerio de Oliveira were: Lea Ricci Pinheiro. Lea, also known as Leinha, is definitely the own devil, as I said to Trevor Skinner in that end of 2001. Lea Maria says she forced her way out of her womb, since both father and mother did not want her and tried to abort many times. When Andre, Veronica Pinheiro Vieira's partner, cracked on me, and I was realistically in deep need of sex when he did that, I bravely, and very strongly, rejected him, given that he was the partner of my cousin and I don't betray and do not let others betray. Veronica then must have started saying that I needed a female friend, which is then the reason for her to put these Islamic women to stalk me everywhere I go, and she is probably the reason for us to have the support staff member from VUT saying to me, she needed a friend, utterance I never understood in time (only by now, quite sincerely). It must have been the own Veronica who asked Andre to behave like that, I now believe. That was precisely to see if I would do what she did, I reckon. In seeing that I had immense respect for people, especially their intimate and romantic relationships, she felt ashamed, but she then decided women could have sex with my men and I should turn to women or something, like too bad or whatever. That is the same decision that Lea Ricci Pinheiro had in what regarded me, so that all prostitutes should think and proceed in the same way, very unfortunately. Shamefully enough, regardless of how much they say they love us, and how much they seem to need our company, support or help, they will never not even share what they have done to us when we were basically not seeing, this regardless of how many times and in how many ways we confront them even with direct questions. This also coincides with the choices of Bradley Paul Neal, and Rogerio de Oliveira: Regardless of how much we confront them and even ask direct questions, they will never ever share with us what they have done to us when we were basically not seeing. As I keep on thinking, God condemned promiscuity because that destroys character even when it is in the open (all accepted being promiscuous, all know what the others are doing, etc.). 

I now think it is too coincidental not to be what it is: Someone keeps a close watch on me and attacks me in this way each, and every, time they think I won't succeed, let's say, if I go out, this since at most 2000. Not succeeding may as well be not bringing men home. I think I am entitled to go out for going out and bring nobody home, first of all. Second, nobody could ever have decided a second of my adult life in my place, for I only had one life, especially in what regards what to do with my sexuality, perfect 2001 body, head, face, etc. Third, it has to be illegal. 

I now think I am sure that who is doing this to me is Carla, the black woman whose 'man' stalked me in Australia in 2000 as soon as I arrived with no success, Mario. I think I am sure Mario was sent to catch me as a partner, almost sure who sent him was either Veronica Pinheiro Vieira or Andre, her husband/partner. They are all black like Veronica and Andre, and all those never had not even a trace of something in common with me or rights to believe they did. I think I am absolutely sure that Mario, after trying to approach me and get me to like him or be at least his friend, called Carla and asked her to come too, since she arrived later, that being because they wanted to guarantee that I would never leave their circle of control. Carla then attacks me in multiple ways since 2000, all ending up in practically full slavery for more than 14 years. I think Carla and Mario must have stolen money in Brazil to come to Australia, perhaps a refined trick involving credit cards and high limits. Both Veronica and Andre look unhealthy and do drugs. Both Carla and Mario look OK and do not seem to do those. The woman next door to me at Charnwood Road looked like Carla, the one I think was never on the lease, as said in other blogs. She was also short, black, and with similar body. We just got black people again (video, unit where they have just broken a window), even though of a different type (blacker), since Carla, Mario, Veronica, and Andre are more to the side of what is called mulatto in Brazil. My mother was always saying that this race is really disgusting because, first of all, they are neither black nor white. I think I agree with her, that mulatto ends up being the most criminal race on earth, the most coward, parasitic, and unscrupulous. Anyway, I told that all to Trevor in 2001, what had happened that far, but I never really imagined what I clearly see now: These episodes were all criminally organised, one by one, by Carla, Mario, Veronica, and Andre. 

On my first day of living in Melbourne, I was at the main shopping street, light of the day, really early, say 3 PM, going down to a shop underground, a shoe shop of some sort, as for memory, when I felt that heavy hand inside of my bag. I turn to see who was doing that and I see two women. The one with the hand inside of my bag was again black, Carla's type (mulatto), relatively OK in looks like Carla. I remember having thought that Australia was then not such a perfect place. 

When I was inside of the tram in North Melbourne, this whilst basically sharing a house with Andrew Clarkson, the driver, who was again a black man, this time Islamic, physically stopped me from doing my duty and paying the ticket. He literally raised his arm and held me, practically forbidding me from doing that. I now think I am sure that he was asked to do such a thing by Carla's friends, who can only be again mulatto, basically a woman who is black and does look relatively OK, just like Carla. I however kept that in my mind and, upon reflecting on things, listening to his arguments, etc., got convinced that not paying was the right thing to do, just like in Brazil: If you don't have money, you don't pay for your ticket and it is all fine, like if you are on what is called low income. That is because Brazil used human rights to create arguments to support this law: The entire Country published that everyone had the rights to go and come, that transport was what it was, public, so that people would have to be entitled to use it for free upon need. I then a sort of purchased that fight without that ever being part of my normal world before. In 2001, I got my brand new bike stolen by the friends of Trevor Skinner, who I now know for many years were also black, probably connected to the black woman next door, and therefore almost surely connected to Carla The Vaca ( I don't know her surname, likely to be Silva, quite sincerely, but she was doing a postgraduate course in Human Movement at UQ in 2000 with Mario). I lost the equivalent to 400 Australian dollars and that was my investment for me not to have to pay the so expensive tram tickets and still do some exercise. I think I am sure Bradley Paul Neal knows very well who stole that bike, and I think the money went to him or the own bike went to his brother, Steve. I just have this intuition since back then. Anyway, because of the theft of the bike, and the heavy induction of the driver from North Melbourne, tram, I ended up riding the tram without a valid ticket a few times, and they caught me perhaps three times in that 2002 without a ticket, with me being subjected to a fine of at least 200 dollars each, and every, time. I then did try to use the legal arguments Brazil used to pass the law that allowed Brazilians to travel for free in public transport when they were in low income. I was in low income, but the Victorian authorities were really rigid on that and I ended up paying the fine before the due time three times, so that I actually lost more money than I would have lost if I purchased another Merida, what is really odd and irrational. I did try, however, in all those times, to use the argument of the poor people (let's call it like that). Nothing. 

I now think I am sure that who put those inspectors (all women looking like lesbians, Judith Cook's type, all native) over me, to fine me all those times, and still oppress me heavily on the street not only inside of the tram, were the acquaintances of Carla The Vaca. In this case, they may be black people from the own Rio working for the trams, perhaps lawyers friends with Andre, Veronica's partner. They did that to always make it look as if I am the marginal, basically. I think I am sure that who steals my correspondence in Australia since at most 2005 is Carla The Vaca's friends. Basically, in 2004, as I was passing by the cubicle where my PO Box is located on A'Beckett St, Melbourne, this woman, who was again black, mulatto, Carla's type, made sure I would see her by letting the entrance door open. She challenged me with her starring, and also by showing a quite provocative expression toward me, facial, plus making sure I noticed that she was responsible for delivering correspondence directly to the pigeon holes, those inside of the most reserved area. I now think that this Carla, this prostitute, parasite of men, just like Veronica, spread, since 2000, that I am a housewife or that such is what I want to be. I think I am sure she is responsible for my every disgrace in every sector of my life since back then. I just don't know why. I believe Andre is friends with Rogerio de Oliveira, since they are the same type of man (ugly, drug addict, mallandro, dishonest, bisexual, unfaithful, etc.), and Rogerio must have told him that he would like me to be like his mother, a housewife, and therefore a parasite of men. Perhaps because of that both Andre and Veronica decided to attack my perfect and priceless life, career, head, and body since at most 2000 together, finally internationally and with no shame, with the worst world atrocities, since that end of 2001, when I did the impossible to get them all arrested or prosecuted, whoever it was that was doing all that to me. As said in other blogs, Mario would have convinced Priest to give me financial, emotional, and professional loss in that second semester of 2000, so that nothing that Priest did was actually his idea. The conclusions are drawn from simple realities, such as Mario stopping me to let me know that UQ had demanded that he did an extra IELTS test. As I listened to him, he did not like my reaction, which I am not sure I remember, like my words or something, so that he can only have gone after Priest and gotten Priest to demand the same from me, as he did. 

I am basically attacked internationally by these negro race people that I came to Australia to get rid of and things worsened up to the level of infinity after Trevor Skinner, who was basically at least Judith Cook from Equity VUT and Cameron Plant, the Australian man who believed that it should be two Brazilian women for each Australian man in 2001, as for what he declared. I am not a negro, and since 9 years old I dream of a place where they don't go, a place for me and my race, European white, basically. I dreamed of a totally racist Australia, to be sincere, a place like my Porto Alegre was when I was born: Rate of negro race people close to zero. I wanted people only like myself: blue or green eyed, white, into sports, community-minded, etc. I thought I had found that in Australia up to that call in 2001, the horrific call that brought all these disgraces to my life, including that Trevor Skinner (Bradley's call). 

I don't know what this is, but everyone seems to know everything I go through and effectively do nothing to protect my previously so priceless and perfect head, body, face, sexuality, life, career, Science, etc. against those who attack me, imagine helping me get justice? I am not a black person, so that protection against black people should be expected by default, since realistically they definitely live to attack us, as said to Trevor in that end of 2001. It is realistically impossible to understand or accept any piece of it, from beginning to end. I really don't understand. It is like, please explain. 

To make it all worse, I am recalling the negro race person, this Indian woman, again of Carla's type, therefore mulatto, stalking me by the photocopying machine room at RMIT. Just like the tram driver, the only function of that woman there seemed to be making me do worse than I usually do, much worse, and still precisely the opposite: I always present excellent work, best I can do, and that is, I believe, the white people's way. The woman was there to push me as strongly as that driver did, so that I would hand in a thesis that was, in my opinion, a draft, not a thesis. I already said in other blogs that cariocas, the black people from Rio, destroyed Brazil because people just seem to get convinced of their discourse. It is not that it is logical, but, given the situation and persistence, we end up being brainwashed by what they say. I don't know how to explain that well in scientific terms, I confess, but I am sure it is something horrific and they do that to us all the time. I told Trevor, my Porto Alegre was safest, family-like environment, no betrayal, nothing, before the arrival of the negro race people. They started getting in through the courts, as far as I know, so that this is just like the USA: We don't want them, and we have very strong reasons, logical, not to want them. One of them is biological preservation. They impose themselves through what I can only call institutional crime, and here we are: In slavery, suffering all the other atrocities, 24/7, for even more than 14 years, in what should be our land, exclusively ours, finally, land of the whites. All formally called democracy, system that was invented exclusively by whites, capitalism, another system invented by whites, where they sign for human rights, and whites invented those, yet, because of the negro race people, there we go, one more infinitely perfect and priceless, priceless for the entire human kind, not only for white people, human existence is over because of absurd crimes, never even imagined possible by white people in practice, all gratuitous and infinitely coward and disloyal. I don't know, it is incredible, but I do believe this is all connected to their race: they make whites attack whites, they make the own blacks attack blacks, they create confusion, they create violence, they make us betray each other, back stab, etc. It is just not right becoming worse, especially because of processes we don't even understand or master, such as this sort of brainwashing to which I refer. I think that naked bodies shaking, dancing, in public places, not at home for their partners or something, was again a negro race invention. I am not Islamic, but I also think we should not provoke the man that is not ours, especially sexually. If it is accidental, as my case with Cameron Plant in 2001 certainly was, then it is OK, but never intentional, and, in special, never premeditated, since sexual lust that is attained like that is not a result of love or of intents to seek it, and therefore is sin. 




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