Friday, 30 June 2017

Humane Treatment of Canines








So, this is probably the closest we have ever been to treating dogs in the way we would like to be treated if we were them: dog








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Saturday, 24 June 2017

The Eternal Fight Between Parasites and Producers






At this stage of my human existence I have absolutely no doubts that almost the entire human kind is keen on becoming even a physical parasite of other people despite all the laws and systems in place. I have lost a priceless and perfect life, head, and body for the most repulsive and worthless peoples ever seen on earth because they could not accept letting me exist in peace, in harmony, as a unique and independent entity. The choices of each subject that had contact with the crimes I endure so far were exploiting me in whatever way they could. Those who wanted to comply, to do what they should, ended up as smashed as I am. Not even a witness' note has ever gotten to me in more than 16 years. No letters. I get at most 5% of the postal items destined to me since 2005. I was gratuitously attacked by several subjects from the Australian and Brazilian governments, and those generated the attacks of everyone else. Whilst the members of the government, amongst those included police, held me in a way to guarantee I could not fight for my basic rights or defend anything that meant me, everyone else attacked in a merciless manner 24/7 with the worst world atrocities. I will leave this world sure of having had direct contact, my entire life, with two things: disloyalty in competition and parasitism. The reason why I was not who I deserved and wanted to be at the age of 15 years old was already maximum disloyalty in competition. The reason why I could never enjoy life apart from at most two years of it so far was parasitism. And the only reason as to why I cannot even fight is that nobody, absolutely nobody, who accepts a job as an authority for law and order, as a reporter, as a manager, and as quite a few other things would ever do their share and, quite frequently, they would still do precisely the opposite. I did all I had to do in life, all I was told I had to do in life, this since early in life, very early; I never failed doing my share, and I frequently did the share of others, of absolutely everyone else. The day I die, my most important internal query will be Why, like why me, why precisely the opposite to all I needed, asked, deserved, and fought to have, and the words I will have written in my soul are I FAILED BECAUSE I TRUSTED THEY WOULD DO THEIR SHARE. I failed because I trusted the system. I failed because I trusted their official declarations and promises. I failed because I trusted the majority of the people on earth made sense, accepted the laws and rules we here chose, and so on. The day I die, my biggest dream will be going back to the past knowing what I know now. Shame Trevor Skinner was there, existed, to make me be as bitter as my mother, and all through true atrocities. I wish I could say I lived in free societies, since that is what they declare they are. I actually lived horrors that are only compatible with Islam since the end of 2001 and I am in a place they call First World whilst I endure those at the face of everyone else. A simple witness' note and I would have had a chance. Everyone knows, straight away, upon seeing, that it is the sort of crime, the nature of the crimes, nothing else. More than 16 years of atrocities and not only nobody in the First World offers me a witness' note but the only one I got from the Last World got stolen more than ten times by those who were in the First World. Human kind is shameless and God is fair only if it gets entirely wiped off, quite sincerely.






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Friday, 23 June 2017

Connections







Today I observed that when I connect, I explode in juices of several flavors that must be sipped throughout dedicated reading and deep reflection. 


We all do what we can for as long as we can or the others let us do. Enjoy each second of your freedom, if you think you are free, and try to protect that freedom at any expense, for every single second might be your last second as a proper human being, and I take those to be only the people who think they are free.







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Saturday, 17 June 2017

Me as Me







I just would like to say that I really have no problems with explanations about what people have done to me, this nowhere in my existence. I really don't care about why they did what they did unless I am stuck with that, as it is the case for now 16 years plus, like, since the authorities for law and order really do not work for me, I am left with the marginal and the only thing I can think of is that if I find out how their mind works, I may have a better chance. I am what is perhaps called factualist: I deal with facts and from there onward. As I told Trevor in 2001, I just needed my PhD title and job or even one of those. Never go back to Brazil and be protected, at any expense, against Brazilian people, especially relatives and ex-boyfriends. I really really did not like them. I really really did not trust them, and so on. The main thing in my existence, now that I am able to write even books about parts of the facts of my life, was realistically trying to get rid of South America as a whole: culture, people, race, and all else. I always thought everything about South America was an aggression, a violence. Now that I write books about it, and I am currently writing about precisely violence suffered there before I come to Australia, I can see that what most hurt me was disloyalty in competition, as well as parasitism, and what I most chased was people like me, which would then be non-dependent, creative, and respectful people, basically productive, socially useful, and with Christian beliefs. May God help me save whatever South America has not yet destroyed at some stage. It is now 16 years plus of extra destruction of my person by South Americans, this time in First World and after I begged in the humblest way as possible to be protected against them. I tried more than 8 world authorities and the entire Australian TV press in that end of 2001. I really really feared South Americans and was terrified with any possibility of having them back in my life, especially in my intimacy. I knew very well their destructive power. The only reason why I accepted being together with Bradley Paul Neal, a person who in much resembled South Americans, as I told Trevor in that end of 2001, was protection against South Americans, since I saw no worse evil. It is quite a shame the way I am betrayed by the entire human kind all these years. They seem to have managed to destroy the so little I had managed to save from their race, people, and Country in that 2000, and the little that I absolutely adored, as told to that horrendous man in 2001. As I now keep on remembering, some protestant people say, God is my father, therefore nothing will be missing. The Bible says that after the curse passes, when God finally forgives us, our blessings come back. May heavens and hell unite to get my Marcia Hope. At this stage, I sincerely hold lots of hope on Hollywood, Tom Cruise, and accelerated cloning with transmigration of the soul. Please keep my mother alive for that purpose. May God bless. 






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Thursday, 15 June 2017

Definition of Enemy






An enemy is a person who does not let us have what we want or need or invested to have from our life or body either via omission or action. In this way, an enemy might be someone who simply did not give us a witness' note when we said we wanted and needed one and they saw all themselves. There would be, of course, a scale of severity involved: The less they do what we ask them to do, the more they are our enemies. I think it is also worth saying that an enemy is that who rejects revising their beliefs when their actions interfere somehow with our destinies, especially if this interference works in the negative direction. What really makes of us, human beings, something unique is how volatile our persona is: We want something now, but we may want something else next second. The more stable our persona is, the more people trust us, obviously and trivially. A person these days may get bugged in their heads, however, and this is actually happening since the WWII: They would then change more often and in more unexpected ways. Friend is that who can put their feet inside of their shoes in a spiritual way, who can actually become the other, as perhaps Tom Cruise would say, when observing things. Any friend can become an enemy, however, if they let their own judgement be more important than the own person's judgement. Whenever they have to act or refrain from acting, what should really count, if their action or omission creates an impact in the life of the other, is what the other judges appropriate. Sometimes people are depressed and confused for several reasons, say suffering atrocities or being criminally denied information about themselves. Friends are supposed to understand that and therefore never consider any thoughts of the person that could represent negative things for their lives or bodies. A friend has solidarity, empathy, and action that are compatible with the senses of the expression Christian Love. As God Himself said in a way: I give you freedom to choose even between me and the devil. Whoever loves in a Christian way sets the other free to choose, but, at the same time, makes the other really see the consequences involved in selecting each one of the available options before they choose theirs, so that if by lying to me they will lose any chance they have of being loved by me, I must tell them that. 






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Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Last Days?






If I have a single friend left on earth, this friend will wish that we have Marcia Hope immediately and all my martyrdom, what means all atrocities I have endured since end of 2001, will be told in detail on TV from my perspective but through the mouth of a witness, someone who might be a perpetrator but, because of the conditions of life in this world, won't mind appearing as a witness instead in order to allow me to have minimum justice. If I have a single friend left on earth, they will do whatever they can and beyond to guarantee that all in my life and body and in my mother's life and body is back entirely to 2001, end. If I have a single friend left in this world, and they are not bugged, I won't die before Marcia Hope is everywhere for four weeks and the kids of God have paid the price in place of the sinners, since their money comes from kindness and a pure heart, a clean soul, but the money from the sinners comes from darkness, selfishness, and usually cowardice and disloyalty that is extreme against God's people, my people. May I have at least a friend left on earth, and a non-bugged friend, in the same way I was the only friend of so many in my life. May God bless. In the name of Jesus Christ, the spiritual world, all kids of God, dead or alive, So Be It. 





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Saturday, 10 June 2017

When the Bad Taste Screams











I never ever did this in my life: Depreciating women. To be sincere with you, I did think it was as if it were a matter of ethics, since I am a woman and could someday be in such a situation, but, today, after recalling a sequence of extremely unpleasant events from the past, all ran by women, I accidentally bumped into this and could not resist. Men might find this sexy, but I do think what she did ruins not only the dress, quite sincerely. Watch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gkeqTCl9Ig to see why they pictured her as a skeleton but still displaying the right leg like that. It is really odd!



Besides, given that they declared to be the love of the life of each other and were even hugging each other in these images, she can only be a slut, quite sincerely. Were she on her own... Jesus!



I am not a man, and I don't have the slightest for women, but I do think those legs widely opened and the black stripe in the middle do look like an invitation... Men from Rio, for instance, would follow the observation of the image with a remark of the type, I really wanted to be that black stripe...



She could have wiggled the black stripe, is it not? Perhaps that would have been clearer...




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Thursday, 8 June 2017

Certainties





Will always be true:


* A marginal will never accept any agreement that may give some justice to the victim. Their objective is not really the money, for that could be offered in larger amount than the result of their crime for the person to save themselves even during a martyrdom. Their objective is really destroying, preferably the other. They understand they are lesser people: people who are cursed for some reason, less blessed by God. They know they can achieve up to a certain amount only because beyond that it is only people who belong to God. They are not happy with this result, which would be perpetuated by the human social agreements, our laws, in civilized places, as it is supposed to be the case of Brazil and Australia, where the most civilized regimens ever created were the popular choice: democracy, capitalism, agreement on human rights, etc.

* A man will always choose unfairness in the relationship with women if the women are not together against them, literally against them, or if they are not the creators of morality, those whose logic has been used to draw the moral paradigms of that society. 

* Crime is always crime: If in democracy it is decided it is a crime, then it cannot be good for anyone. Crimes that could be good are those that a fair court in democracy would accept are not crime. No other crime is OK.

* The law was created to promote equality in civilized places, so in democracy, capitalism. If a person claims that by twisting the law a little things will be fairer to their side or to the side of someone else, then they are marginals. Unless a fair court would consider what they have done fair. 

* Righteous people like being well treated. They will find a way to be happy anywhere where they are respected as an individual, an adult, a person, a professional, a partner, a relative, and so on. They can only be equally happy, a group of righteous, if the entire place where they live is righteous, and therefore if the Old Testament is obeyed, what means that the bad people are identified and eliminated on a periodic basis. Any attack to anyone else's rights will hurt just the same. 

* Righteous people could be happy in a world without laws. They once were. It is necessary however that all the knowledge of weapons, deaths by instruments and strategies, and all else that could be used for possibly non-righteous purposes, be given to them. This is not knowledge they would seek, for they live for the good things and people, so that the only possible way to be happy where there are no laws is the non-righteous agreeing with sharing all their knowledge of possibly non-righteous use. That will never happen, for The Evil knows all is knowledge. Therefore they must be killed and the righteous can only be happy where all are righteous. 

* The righteous will produce and will find a way of being happy with whatever they produced and got for themselves, so their family, their partner, their produce, their labour. They will always be happy in the World of the Righteous. The non-righteous may have everything that there is on earth, and they are still not going to be happy. That is why they attack the righteous. The righteous will see a nail and polish. Will swap for ten. Will polish. Will swap for 20, and so on. Will get to the point of swapping all for a car. Someone who is evil will crash with them and destroy the car. They will see the nail and start over with the same energy as before. The non-righteous will have all that there is on earth, will sit and demand that the righteous serve them. If the righteous does not serve them, they will probably starve to death or eat anything that they can find, including their own kids, possibly dying of sickness because of that. 




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Thursday, 1 June 2017

Adrenalin Shot






So, I was once more engaging in compulsive eating, since, first of all, I am living a life that I never lived before. Before the monster Trevor Skinner appears in my existence, I had the most beautiful and balanced life one can think of, quite sincerely. Only the sports I practiced, variety and amount, left me happy for the week. I now live the life of the obese: I spend long hours in the computer, the computer is my only hope of anything and everything, and I even eat and drink watching a computer screen. Not only the life of the obese, but also the life of the miserable, since playing squash also costs money. Oh, well, that led me to observe that I don't really feel hungry: I couldn't possibly have reasons to. The amount of energy I spend per day, if changed into calories, would probably amount to a five dollar McDonald's meal from the old times (mini-cheeseburger, OJ, small chips). It is quite ridiculous even thinking of having a pack of cookies, like that is probably insanity. Well, just today, I was able to devour two packs of triple chocolate+nuts cookies, one mug of chocolate, one pack of pasta of the type Asian, microwaveable, one pack of croissants, two mugs of tea, and perhaps some extra. As I was devouring my second pack of cookies, I started thinking of Hamish. I then had to give him an explanation: Hamish, I am eating this because... Basically, it is compulsion, no doubts about it, but I also came up with the following theory: In normal life, I would be practicing a sport, having sex, something that meant corporeal movement, so that I would be producing Adrenaline, and that is then what the food is giving me. I then stopped to think: The food, per se, does not give me Adrenaline, even though digestion may make us produce this hormone. I think what makes us produce Adrenaline is always corporeal movement instead, and therefore chewing, moving our hands up and down, to inside of the pack of chips and outside. They always show this image in movies: Obese people grabbing a pack of chips and sitting in front of the TV. I do think that is something we usually do (I am now obese, very unfortunately, probably working on getting morbid obesity by now). Now the explanation, Marcia's theory, so Marciarizing it again, basically: Adrenaline gets produced from those corporeal movements. The more we get chips, the more we move our hands, arms, mouth, tongue, etc. We must need to reach an equation that is balanced, so that what we would be getting in movement from the sport, sex, and so on is reached through those small movements, from the routine of eating things of that type. I am really really believing this. The trouble is that we tend to get depressed with such a life style, of the obese, and we then need to react in order not to, for instance, kill ourselves. Doing something that is seen as normal is way too hard, so say raising, going out, visiting a friend, doing a course, all that is seen as too much sacrifice, since we are literally not in the mood. If a mate came and literally dragged us to the sports, we would probably go, produce the needed Adrenaline, and then recover, never consuming half of the food after that. The problem is that we then need this person who would be a giver. Adrenalin being produced means forgetting all our objectives, concerns, and all else for a while as well, so that that is refreshing our minds, pumping the own brain once more. Weird stuff that we can observe and feel if paying attention. I had already noticed that no human being can survive on consuming pills, for instance. Even if those contain all we need in terms of vitamins and all else, we will need to chew to, for instance, poo. Our stomach misses receiving something that gives it work. The pill comes mashed somehow. Not enough. Also it is chemical, not natural. Perhaps there is some connection between the Adrenaline we can produce via the movements involved in eating normal food and the production of certain acids in the stomach or similar stuff. To be sincere, it may all be more connected than what we think. I am certainly exploding and never needed not even half the food I have consumed, quite sincerely. Impressive, really impressive. I also think we need something that falls inside of the stomach to stop feeling depressed, so that sports may produce that effect somehow and we don't even notice. If we had a device moving our mouths, it seems to me that it would definitely not be enough. We need the hands moving, we need something entering our throats, and so on. Stomach and the elements that get mixed in it, even from the own digestion, probably have a lot to do with mood.



Perhaps we will observe that if the obese gets something more complex to eat, that demands more movements of their bodies, so say a bag of chips that is a tube, such as Pringle's, they will prefer that one. That demands more body movements, not fewer, and that is how I prove my point. Find a way of making it be even more complex, but still attractive, since Pringle's do have attractive colours and images, so perhaps create an L-shaped tube of chips, and you will probably observe that that will sell more if you put both on the same price. If I am right, we are looking for corporeal movement, Adrenaline, not really food. How much difference would this find make for the obese, I now wonder? There are some mints that demand more corporeal movements, I think the name is tic-tacs. I will bet those are preferred if you have the same price on both options: flat bags, all accessible at the same time to the hand, one movement, and box with lid and the necessity of shacking it before getting the mint. Try creating a game, something like pinball, and offer the chip as a prize each, and every, time. You may not believe it, but I am thinking people will buy the complications more times than the easy pick. This would perhaps have an impact in all we do, since our educational theories are also based on desire. Think that this is not important? Perhaps that is one of the things that most matters instead.







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Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Religious Leaders






Do you think religious leaders can know of crimes, atrocities, and not move to save the victims? Do you think this is OK?


I was just thinking about the few religious leaders that I had contact with these years of martyrdom and who they are or what they say. 


One of them is Pastor Joseph from Adelaide, Christian Church, city branch. He said he went to the police for me or he made me understand that. There it stopped. I think they should do more, like publish in a newsletter that they are eye witnesses of crimes, that the victim is Miss or Mister X, etc. I think there is also pastor John. 


Another was Brenda, President of the St. John's church in Adelaide, CBD. She reported that she went to Melbourne, and I would think she was trying to get the Victorian authorities to come to senses and help me, since this is where it all started. She then said she had come back listening to voices, basically, like she works with spiritism, but she had never heard voices before, so that I concluded that she probably got a CIA bug in her, unfortunately. 


There is also Pastor Lou from the Church of Christ, Melbourne CBD branch. I apparently met his kids the other day, perhaps once more, a man and a woman. Cassandra and Matt. Pastor Sam also spoke to me. I took my Anima Est for them to see, but I cannot be sure they really saw it. I can only hope. I was thinking that is a proof of good services to the church, since the church is about Jesus Christ and eternal life. New Christianity is actually Christianity practically without the figure of Christ, just with his teachings or fundamental messages, but Anima Est was certainly about the existence of the human soul and proving it. I don't know how much these pastors know about all, actually. 


It is now more than 16 years of atrocities, so that I have been to a considerable number of churches. To be sincere, even Scientology is something I thought of and tried. I look for help everywhere and anywhere I can. Any church that is Christian, and St. John's, for instance, was quite a lot Christian, is a church where I can go because their practices and main paradigms (taking away the figure of Christ) will probably agree with mines. Perhaps that is why God gave New Christianity through me, even though my choice of church for myself is The Empire of God. Once more, New Christianity is about putting all christian churches together. I was actually showing the two first pages of the script for the mass at VSU to Pastor Sam the other day. He agreed that there was nothing harmful or bad in the principles of spiritism or in the Lord's Prayer of theirs. Once more, I think that prayer is more correct than the usual one, from the Catholic Church. 


I will never know if they actually prayed for me, but I put in infinitely many requests for prayers in the box they have inside of the Anglican church from Sydney CBD, the one that is closest to Sydney Central, and almost all of them, if not all, mentioned the crimes I endure. 


I am sure that George and Janine, from the VSU, know of the atrocities I go through. Also the leader of the Brazilian spiritist church in Middle Park and a few teachers of theirs, such as Carlos, know of all. In fact, they seem to all be eye witnesses of quite a few crimes I endure. 


As we know, Christ is told to have stopped injustice and crime, so that they could not simply watch and let happen. All the christian churches would have to be obliged to stop crime against me if they can. I do think witness' notes are simple things that anyone can give, so that that would be minimum thing. They can publish those in their newsletters, they can give them to me, and so on. That would already be something. So far, nothing. 


I coincidentally ended up attending mass at one of the churches of the Melbourne University (Anglican or Catholic) during Easter. I did not plan to do that and I also did not realize it was Easter, but I think I have actually done that for the second time. They gave us a cross made of vegetable straws by the end of the mass. I was actually bullied by the end of the mass at the Catholic church located inside of the Newman College, so that I did not feel like coming back there anymore. They did invite us all to have dinner at the college during the mass, however. I found that pretty odd because my formation and upbringing is Catholic (that they bullied me). Some young native white people said stuff to me, actually. One liners, but it hurts. I wish they were witness' notes instead. Whenever I have an opportunity, I do ask for help, so that I probably left my business card with the priest if he was by the door, and I think he was. I also would have asked him to please pray for me and mum, that I endure atrocities, and blah blah. The bullying happened outside of the church, they were all in circles conversing. I remember having thought of joining them. 


To be sincere, I think that Trevor Skinner was Brazil, and he had a Brazilian flag, or perhaps, actually more truthfully, a terrorist flag, inside of his brain. I think that whoever sent him invented that I never really wanted to be in Australia or with native Australians, that I actually missed Brazil or wanted Brazil. That probably matches the delusional story that a few, like Edimando Cordeiro and Anna Fillipecki, invented, perhaps for having contact with Rogerio de Oliveira: That I had problems with working in Brazil. Once more, I now have been publishing for more than 16 years wherever I can, and that reduces to the Internet, still by miracle that I got it, evidence, very material evidence, that I never had any prohibition in terms of work in Brazil, precisely the opposite. I had complaints against a couple of work environments, non-addressed ones, such as PGM/RJ and SENAI/CETIQT. I never missed Brazil or Brazilian people in my life, especially cariocas and Rio, precisely the opposite: I fought every second of my existence to get rid of everything, absolutely everything, that connects to them at most in 2000, and everyone as well. Taking away my father, mother, grandmother, myself, and Rogerio for only two years in my undergraduate, I realistically just wanted to get rid of all possible connections with Brazil and Brazilian people my entire life on earth. And, once more, as I say for now more than 16 years, material proof is not missing, material proof of all I say: I never gave not even my mobile number to anyone from Brazil apart from my mother. Not even when Graham Priest, who was a First World research icon, tells me that I should be speaking to Da Costa, from Brazil, do I feel like doing that. I could have called him. I had no interest in any Brazilian researcher during the term of my life. I found out about Nonclassical Logic from reading Singh's book, the book of an Indian. I liked Malba Tahan's material, and he was a person from Middle East who taught in Brazil. I liked the books of Leithold and Bartle, and they were working in the USA before being killed. I think they were born by there. I acquired some interest, from working with language, not having a choice, in Paulo Freire's work, and I then wrote a bit about that. Paulo was seen as an educator, I think. I had mentioned him to Trevor as being a person to suffer injustice, one more, since Brazil and The Brazilians are like that: They criminally obstruct the progress and steal the earned fame of those born in their Country if they are serious about what they do, if they are really into helping people in a generous manner. It was Graham Priest that suggested that I attended that session where my stalkers found a way of connecting to me, the session for internationals at UQ. I did not even know about it. I think I also only chose the native, 100% native, people of Australia, at most English and American, to be with me in my intimacy. I chose nobody else. Everyone else simply happened. I also choose the white people, and everyone else is just accidental.  This Trevor, however, seemed to be saying that I should live in Fitzroy because that is the place for Latin Americans. That happened after a long time of conversing with him, so that was when I thought that he was worse than he seemed. George Hannah told me that I should live in Altona or something because he himself lived there. I would think this is all racism then. Yet, once more, I am a genuine European descent: Spanish and Italian. As far as I know, both Spain and Italy are part of the First World, so that I was just going back to my roots, my origins, when I moved to Australia. It is all very weird. My race is the Australian, American, and English race, obviously and trivially: We are all white Europeans. Just to add to the cake: The food that I usually consume when poor is Italian-style, at most Asian or Indian. When I have more resources, I opt for Japanese, sometimes French, and one of the things that does not leave my mind is Macrobiotics, for instance. I do see a lot of value in a few teachings and foods that belong to that line. Macrobiotics was started by Tomyo, who, as far as I know, was Japanese. I don't know, I have no connections to Brazil or Brazilians or Latins. At most I attended a few parties of theirs in Australia and I could consume the food, but then I eat anything, even McDonald's, in a civilized manner and even smiling. I love squash and chess, for instance. I think both did not originate in Brazil. I also find swimming quite OK. Did it originate in Brazil? I love Jazz, dancing it, and I think this is an American-black rhythm. I don't know, just nothing in common. Painful is the fact that I told that all to Trevor: It is a cultural problem. What the authorities for law and order have done to my life and body in this world is absolutely unacceptable, quite sincerely. You cannot force a human being to anything in democracy unless it is a legal issue and the law is being completely complied with as you do that. It is all true atrocity, I never found a chance in any of it, but I am sure my rights did exist in the laws, and therefore none of it could ever have happened. I still think, once more, that all Judith Cook had to do was spreading that I was born in Brazil: I was then immediately going through the metamorphosis of Kafka and roach I became, basically. Since back then, everyone sprays over me, tries to squash with the feet, and so on, quite sincerely. I am obviously no human being and therefore nobody owes me service, not even the basic ones. It is lucky when the cleaner does not come around and demands that I move, so that she can clean where I am, quite sincerely. And, once more, a person of minimum level of intelligence can be a sectarist, but never a racist. Prejudice against people born somewhere should not be racism, but it is the level of ignorance in Australia that leads them to believe that overseas is the name of a race, and born in Brazil is a synonym for subrace, plus born in Brazil and female must mean something that is not human, and therefore if the laws apply to our behavior when we deal with First World men, for instance, they would certainly not apply to our relationship with what is not human, and therefore whatever is born in Brazil and is female. And let me please, once more, remind my readers, if I, by miracle of God, have those, that anyone can suffer from the curse of being born in Brazil, even a person who is unlucky enough to get their mother's airplane doing emergency landing in the Country, like they were on the way to somewhere else or something. One more little detail: Even my religion, when I arrived in Australia, was something that was not from Brazil. It was Seicho-no-ie, Japanese. 






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Saturday, 27 May 2017

So Far, Mathematics Involved, Relatives





Some desperately try to help. These are usually a few. Most simply do their legal obligation, denounce, and that is it. Those are majority. A few are responsible for my every disgrace even in life, such as Lea Ricci Pinheiro. Professor Germanus Strazzeri, who married Carla Perozzo, my cousin because she is the daughter of Maristela Perozzo Puget, who was married to Mario Perozzo, and Maristela is the cousin of my mother, Lea Maria Ricci Pinheiro, then Ricci, died before I arrived in Brazil, in that so repulsive and sad 2003/4 period that brought all the crimes I could not even fight against since then to my existence thanks to a few like Agnella Ricci Terra, assassin of her own mother, Maria Ribeiro Ricci. Walter Braganca Pinheiro, owner of a yatch club, brother of my father, Jayme Braganca Pinheiro, someone of some power and money, probably got killed via bug and heart attack, which is the same way I imagine a few died, such as Morgado, member of Elon Lages' group, IMPA. Like Zemanek, Professor Drumi Bainov, Professor Alex Rubinov, he was already old and looked unhealthy his entire life (super overweight and all that). Even so, I think I have no doubts and he was killed via device or poisoning or drugs in the water like Germanus. Cause of death would probably be heart attack, but it was still assassination. I was Googling him by the time he died, and that is why I think I am sure. I was also thinking that he was the wealthiest relative. My father was induced to suicide by Nelson Ricci Pinheiro. I call that assassination. Because I called Nelson and tried to get him to stop Jayme Braganca Pinheiro at any expense from traveling, given his conditions, and I did hear his voice and I knew him a bit, I call that very cold assassination. Maristela Perozzo had already died from trying to get justice for Claudio Perozzo, who would have been assassinated by his own wife, Carmen. Eye witnesses reported on a woman matching her physical description inside of the car where he got shot soon before his death. Claudio was dealing with a lawyer and trying to split from Carmen alleging betrayal. He got pictures and all else. In this case, she would probably get no money after the separation, but they did have a fair bit of money. Carla cowardly abandoned the mother during that fight. She also intentionally increased pressure over the mother in an unbearable way and I am an eye witness of such. So did Mario. Again I was an eye witness of that. I blame both for her death even though the causa mortis declared on paper was heart attack. She got threatened and all else. Carmen, as far as I know, remains at large. Ilda Terezinha Ziglia died recently, believe trying to make the Brazilian authorities create sense and do their share. She had many connections in the Brazilian army and government. Ney Amado Costa died recently. I believe he died trying to publish on his TV that I was suffering crime and the government of Brazil was refusing to do their duty since at most 2001, that being the only reason for the crimes, especially atrocities, that I endure, all originating absolutely always in a coward carioca. They keep on dying. Almir de Almeida, father of Stella Puget de Almeida, died from sadness, since his daughter made my fellows set me up in an episode involving drugs and I almost died or got impaired already from that one. That is when he learned she did drugs, for instance. He was an exemplary detective of the carioca police, as far as I know and saw. He died driving his car and had been drinking in excess for a time because of his incapacity of accepting the actions of the daughter and the decisions of the mother, Terezinha, in what regarded what to do with the daughter. He saw me as another daughter, I am pretty sure, and I saw him as another father. He was one of the best friends of my own father, Jayme Braganca Pinheiro. Every Christmas they had long conversations at my grandma's window, for instance. Stella is once more involved in all crimes I suffer. She became the leader of a gang of marginals, all black people, apparently. She sent several to attack me in Australia all these years. From what I saw online, I think she killed the mother also from sadness and took the apartment. She became a public employee, employed by the Brazilian army, thanks also to my company and support. There are some relatives that were more connected to me, such as Clayton Ziglia. I cannot locate him. It is possible that he would give me a witness' note and would succeed in getting it to reach me. It is all pretty sad, quite sincerely. There is only God. Someone said that I would be kept alive and relatively OK for as long as there were a relative who cared, and only in this way. There is only God. I do think my only hope of getting witness' notes, for instance, is with the relatives. People seem to be usually uncaring, indifferent, and even frequently opportunistic. There is only God. My own mother, Lea Maria Ricci, also suffers crime all these years. She did try to pass me a witness' note more than 10 times when it was about 2010. More than 10 times people from here, Sydney, and I was living in Hurlstone Park at that time, stopped our fax communication attempts. It was around midnight here and around midday there. She was under rain, and already so old. I had finally managed to have a fax machine in my bedroom, a bedroom, not an apartment. A shared house. More than 10 times she tried my fax, more than times the criminal interruption happened. I finally asked her to send it to Avon, since theirs worked 24/7. It was received there and they stole. The woman with Indian accent and voice, who was the only person to ever receive my calls and faxes there that far, and I think I was with them for at least six months, said it was the native white female manager who stole. I think it was obviously her, who also created great confusion with a Xmas order of mine and invented a debt I did not have. I wish people were like me and helped anyone and everyone in need if they could help, therefore I wish that they had Christian attitude. Crime is already bad enough, but atrocity? Things that take away your every chance and democratic freedom? A witness' note is something I would always give if asked. It is really really simple. Shocking. Not even one has been offered to me by anyone in Australia this far and plenty know. Not even when I ask. I end up thinking that my only hope is indeed my relatives. Even so, only the old ones, since the young ones seem to be highly criminal and have very few principles and honour. Only God. I am still in shock with the little or null value my x-men have: A witness' note is realistically something simple. Marcello Catardo was even the leader of a student union and his entire family is spiritist. That was my first contact in life with spiritism, since, that far, I was completely Catholic. Nothing. Could definitely have used the powers of his union to get it all in the press and immediately save both my mother and me. Years and  years in a row knowing of all, even watching. Only God. Bradley Paul Neal is entirely responsible, denounced for crime against me already in 2001, before succeeding in attacking me in much worse ways. Only God.






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