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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Vagabonds and Free Loaders Mark from IT





A person would have to be a true vagabond and free loader to let the life and body of someone else be in slavery for any amount of time, but imagine bugged in the head? Australia and Brazil seem to have people who are proud of being absolutely redundant and useless at work. VUT used to have a native man working in IT that I had to try to amuse if I were ever wanting him to serve me. Even so, he destroyed my hard disk, returning it formatted with no need, and therefore showing both incompetence and crime. His first name was Mark. It is incredible that these people even get a job somewhere, but Brazil, especially Rio, is also full of those. Antonio Newlands revealed signs of being annoying and psychiatric on his first days in my sector. He is found attacking me for many years in IT. There is a Brazilian dictum that says, empty mind, office of the devil. Mark had a surname that probably connected to Europe. I should not be disclosing his name here because, in principle, he has nothing to do with the atrocities that I endure, but blanking my HD is already crime enough. He did that in 2001 when pretending to be serving me. A person like Lea Ricci Pinheiro, Rogerio de Oliveira or Alexandre Magno de Andrade spends the entire life being a parasite of their relatives if the relatives let them do that. Lea was kicked out of her family home by the age of 20 yo for disrespecting her mother to infinity. That obliged her to try to get a profession and a job. Otherwise she wouldn't. Not being able to keep on going with her life of parasite of relative, however, she first found a job with the government, became a parasite there, and then attacked two of her female relatives who used to basically serve her in her intimacy for more than 16 years with the worst world atrocities, a gang that is never ending of really serious marginals, and all else. A person who is idle by choice, happy parasite of their relatives, is probably psychiatric, and, if tested, the diagnostic will probably be psychopath, I now reckon. There is only God. Rio de Janeiro is the place of birth of the most vagabond and parasitic people I have ever met in life. They are the origin of every atrocity I endure in life since end of 2001. Lea Ricci Pinheiro is carioca. 








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Wednesday, 24 May 2017

The Powers of YouTube








YouTubeYTIIYTIIIYTIV brings videos involving the Australian police and abuses. It is a way to learn our rights.  






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Crazy People, Crazy Ideas







YouTube brings a video about a guy who wants to privatize even police. I have just told here what happened to my folder containing all my documents in 2004 in Australia. It is a reason to get really angry and upset with The State and police, since, for instance, if the cop were ever reasonable, just like it was with the episode involving Gani Abdulah and VUT, I would be saved right there. It is from small crimes that the big ones are formed. The amount of people who have died as a consequence of the omission or criminal action of the own authorities for law and order, especially police, is incredible already in 2004. Privatizing police? The State was put there because we need impartiality, first of all. I can imagine a system where we are all given a quota of money to spend and we then use it with hospital, police, and other services. Notwithstanding, what happens if we are really unlucky, suffer crime all the time, and the private police is as bad as the public? The money is over and we will surely die from suffering crime, I suppose. The public service in both Australia and Brazil is surely a catastrophe: It is hardly the case you will find more corrupt, immoral, insane, and criminal people in any other social sector. Perhaps, however, sociologists and other researchers are right: They are a reflection of what society is in democracy, so that most of the people in Australia and Brazil must be corrupt, immoral, insane, and criminal toward women, especially if those women, who are attacked, were born in Last World countries. To be sincere with you, I think I do observe that and I also feel that on my skin. Therefore, it is a reflection of society. On the other hand, people are denouncing all the time in Australia and Brazil, and, I am sure that, if it depended on them, I would have gotten my PhD and academic job in 2002, like if my case were ever on TV, as I wanted, if I ever had the opportunity of having some help of marketeers from Australia, and, as said before, I think they are the best on earth, I think we would have committed no mistake: The voice of the people would be the voice of God, my Lord, and both title and job would be mines in 2002, what would have saved the entire world, to be sincere, everyone and everything that mattered. The press, however, is privatized. Only the press saves people both in Brazil and Australia if the crimes suffered are atrocities, violation of human rights. We then have private and public equally harmful and useless. Yet, whilst I saw police stations even being closed by the government in front of my eyes because they did what they should, such as the Broadway police station, I saw no move of any member of the press, not even one individual, to publish anything. Is private better? Perhaps, once more, what is wrong is only one thing: HR. We should never ever hire a person for knowledge, experience, references or anything like that. We should hire them because of their character. I will say and repeat to death: Christians are the best employees on earth if they are true Christians because they will serve everyone, they will be humblest, etc. Only the non-promiscuous, the non-selfish, those with Christian religious beliefs can be useful and virtuous. A person like that will be good at any position they occupy, that is the thing. They will be better in what they have vocation to do, but they will always be good anywhere, in any position, for, when we work, we must serve, and, to serve people well, any person, as democracy demands, we must have Christian beliefs. Does it suffice that the person says I am a Christian, like Agnella Ricci Terra, for instance, did in 2002 in telephonic conversation with me? Obviously not. We need to have psychometric exams to measure capacity of compliance, sublimation, especially in the name of the common good, honor, etc. Nothing else matters, to be sincere. Almost every trade that there is can be learned from doing and observing. In every trade we can have the company paying for our formation and get formed inside of the job instead of outside. That would actually allow even the private sector to have the best employees. Most of the women who become nuns become nuns because they don't have money and would not be eating, dressing, studying, and others otherwise. If the private sector gave them that through inclusion in the way I here suggest, they probably would be as loyal to the company as they are to Jesus Christ and the Catholic Church, what means repeating to death that Mary was a virgin, Jesus Christ was a saint, Jesus Christ was God, and whatever insanity we know is absolutely incompatible with Science, logical reasoning, etc. That includes marrying the own God in a ceremony here, on earth. We need sense and inclusion. We need ways to cut off the Platonic thinking, that is, the thinking of Lea Ricci Pinheiro, Renato Gaui Filho, and Anna Fillipecki. We need to finish with oppression, that is, we need to support Teach for Freedom, Paulo Freire, John Dewey, and alike libertarians. Notice that I am including myself in the lot, since Teach for Freedom is one of my research projects and a few books inside of this topic are found on Amazon Internships, Apprenticeships, on-job training, and everything else is what we want. You want to have the respect of people? Start by treating them as if they were your kids: We all need care. Care leads to inclusion. Proper care leads to happiness. We give them food, accommodation, formation, dental and medical care, insurance, and all else. We make them sign agreements such as the one we here have with HECS, and they must return a certain amount of years of work in our company or pay our investment back as soon as they have another job. We adopt them and replace the possibly idiotic parents. The percentage of idiotic parents is a growing concern. People with proper families is becoming a rare thing. The majority needs parental care. Parental care does not include sex and love that represents that sort of relationship. Parental care means realistically taking care. May God help us all, those who chose our God as spiritual/moral guide and the Common Core as His clearest guidance, preferably embracing New Christianity, and therefore all the modern prophets. 


Allied to that, we need strong philosophical paradigms to brainwash people with. I suggest that New Christianity be the philosophy adopted because it is scientifically more plausible and useful to society. We also need to exterminate wrong doers, especially of the type psychopath, in due time. Identification should be made during college time at most, since the worst cases of manifestation of psychopathy, and therefore actualization of evil dreams at the expense of the existence of others, happen after that time. Psychometric tests once more. As said before, on another blog post, mistakes may occur, but the system is full of them anyway. We kill with mercy: No pain, no suffering. In this way, we will be doing our best to save people from what I endure in the last 16 years plus, which is the actualization of the dreams of the demoniac at the expense of my previously perfect existence. We need to save, preserve, protect, and The State is failing badly precisely there. 





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Tuesday, 23 May 2017

Trip to Brazil and Dates, Strazzeri, and Asia







I started thinking about what happened many years ago, in 2002, for obvious reasons once more. I then realized that the only person on earth who knew I was going to Brazil to solve my philosophical issue, publish my solution to The Sorites, etc. was Panlop, also known as Jake, from Statistics, RMIT. The reason why I informed him is because I thought I had enough proof that he bothered about me, since he seemed to be the only person at RMIT who wanted to find out what happened between Asha and me. The thing is that the date of death of Germanus Strazzeri then became a main point: If he got killed by then, it could always have to do with Asian men, perhaps their mafia. If he got killed before that, then not necessarily, probably only with the own Brazilians, perhaps cariocas for sure. The thing is that I then went online to try to find the only master's thesis he would have examined according to the Internet. An invitation that would have come from UFRJ. That is when the issues started: I couldn't find it, but before it was all available quite easily to me via Google. To make it worse, the date of death was November 2003. Well, I think I am sure I got to Brazil way before that date and he was already dead. Because there is no police all the way through I think we are left with each other. That is why I still bother. Plus, I would have to be able to put all pieces of this never-ending puzzle together to tell exactly even who is who. There is only God. See: 





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My Life in Documents: Aha Moment







I accidentally found out what happened with my entire life in documents in that 2004. Marginals, if left alone, will probably always adopt the same strategy, since, as they say in Rio, you do not change a team that is winning. When this all started, in my best belief, what I had next door to me at Charnwood Road was a carioca black woman with Eva Stenzdur's husband. When I come back and I am staying at the backpackers after a short stay at Bradley's apartment, my joint apartment with him, the Asians get the key for my room for 24 hours, see my room, and claim not to like it. In that backpackers, at that height, we are given a choice: We may return the electronic key immediately to staff or keep it for longer. If we are already staying at the backpackers in another room, we tend not to return the key early, so that we could return it next day or even the day after that. It deactivates in 24 hours. The difference between my key and theirs would be that mine has a bunk bed assigned to it, since I am already staying in the room. Theirs, the visitor's key, would not have a bunk bed assigned to it. Yet, the native old white Australian man who went to take a reading from the door said no other card was ever used in that door apart from mine. I did ask this sort of question to him: Perhaps the visitor's key does not mark the door? According to him it would. I tried to get technical information about the key and its electronic system for a long time. Nobody would give. Nobody. I tried e-mails, web forms, and calling. Nobody would give me that information, very unfortunately. Information is really something that they don't seem to give to people with accents, very unfortunately. I am on the belief that cleaning and management staff would use jokers, cards that won't mark the electronic system, so that if they ever go inside of our rooms, the system would not detect. In this case, because the guy operating the cameras that controlled the place seemed to be the European guy downstairs, working very close to the manager, I think there was a cleaner from Brazil inside of the premises and she went and quickly subtracted my entire life in documents from my bedroom. I was always locking my folder in the locker that was inside of my room, but, that day, I had just been praying at the church and the AUPOST would be closing some fifteen minutes from when I arrived there, so that I thought I had to rush to still get it open, and nobody was officially staying at the room apart from me. The Asians had been attacking me since 2001, and they had the key for 24 hours. The guy who reads the door said nobody would have gotten in the room apart from me according to his reading. In this case, staff stole, I reckon, even though probabilities would be with the Asians. Quick at theft is definitely black people from Rio. I then think it was a black woman from Rio who did cleaning there. The folder remained lost for about six years and it was returned to me through the Brazilian consulate. The Brazilian consulate attached a note to my folder. The note came from the Scotts church and there they said that they found my folder inside of their church. First of all, if they had found it inside of the church back then, 2004, why would they not have done the same thing they did six years later immediately? That was my entire life in documents. Besides, there were documents from RMIT and VUT inside of it. RMIT is next door to them. The Brazilian consulate isn't. As a second point, the cop who investigated all, and I do think that was the same James to whom Natalia reported the worst atrocities I endure in 2017, and it was definitely a relatively young native white man, said he could see nothing in the edited movie. The manager had already told me that if I were to watch her movie, it would be an edited version, that she would never show me the original movie. That the cop saw what I would be seeing is the weird part. Edited version? That is Melbourne, perhaps Australia, is it not? Well, from what I saw there, who would have then edited the movie would be the European guy. The cop claims that in the edited version I arrive there without my folder. I just realized that all they did was showing the image from when I come back from the post. The times would be pretty close to each other because, as I said, I only had fifteen minutes to go and come back or even less than that, since I still went upstairs to drop the folder (very unfortunately). The European guy was with the Brazilian woman next door to me in 2001, in my humblest, and the Brazilian woman was again with the European guy at the backpackers, that is now my best theory. Not to care about my lifetime in documents looks like something only someone like a carioca, in special women, could be doing. I think therefore that all the evidence points at a Brazilian cleaner. I speak to Bradley immediately and he talks about checking the bins in the city himself. I found that very odd. He insisted with that line of reasoning. I then think I am sure that once more he knew very well who stole all. Because of that, he created the fantasy involving the church and the bins. Plus, bins do connect to cleaners and cleaning, so that that was perhaps even a hint. I obviously would have no recollection about exact dates and I obviously would not be able to care about things to that level. The date of the note signed by the church would probably be a posterior date. Notwithstanding, it is possible that another cleaner, since, contrary to God's instructions, I don't believe the own pastor/priest cleans the church, Scott's church or something like that, another Brazilian woman, say, organized the confusion. Perhaps again a black person, perhaps they are always from Rio. I don't really see why anyone would return the documents through the consulate instead of RMIT or VUT or some other institution from inside of my folder. The consulate implies posting items, what is always unsafe. The only hypothesis in which that would be the chosen path of action would be Bradley controlling the story or the own Brazilians doing it in my humblest. I believe my perfect existence has been entirely ruined by Bradley, and there is nothing that I suffer in terms of abuse, crime, injustice, and violence, that is not rooted in him since 2001. Once more, I never kept contact with any Brazilian. Not even my mother knew my physical address or landline number in Australia. Not even her. Bradley forwarded a text message to me when it was about 2005. That would have come from Lea Ricci Pinheiro. That would have gone straight to his mobile. I never gave his number to anyone from Brazil and I never would do that. I never gave not even his name. I at most said Bradley, never his surname, precisely so that they could never get to him. Bradley, different from me, does not expose his mobile number online that far. The only way they could have his number is he himself giving. I was therefore a victim of an extraordinary plot involving Bradley and my relatives. Joao Carlos Ricci Terra, as he told me via phone in 2002, came to Australia to speak to Bradley, not to me. They then plotted against my life, basic rights, and all else together, that is what I think I am sure about. I have been denouncing Joao Carlos since 2001 in Australia and since at most 2005 all over the world. Nothing. FBI completely ignores that even though they have helped me even with the Internet. I hate my relatives, and hate even more whomever isn't one and is from Brazil. I avoid them at any expense. This even living in Brazil. A few of my relatives had already killed for money of other relatives. I call omission of help and induction to suicide homicide though, and that is what I mean when I say they killed. I have horror of them, horror. Who made the connection between me, their eternal victim, and them was obviously Bradley and his gang. There is no police in general and I denounce the own Bradley since 2001. The reason for me to be with him in the same apartment in 2002 was no police, attempt to have an agreement with the marginal to at least get the third PhD in record time, that title, and my academic position at that height. Later on, and before I go to Adelaide, circa 2010, the Brazilian men from Rio would appear at my face with Asian women (couple). When I am at Unilodge, the Brazilian women, those who look like Carla (black and carioca) appeared with the Asian men (couple). When I was in BRB, way before that, we had several fire incidents in the backpackers there. In each one of those I had been warned by the English guy who was a couple with a Brazilian woman with looks of Carla that they would be putting fire in the establishment. The third time they made it explicit that the target was me and they would be locking my door from outside. I always reported to whomever I could that that was the case. On one of them, a guy with a gun looking like Andrew appeared close to me. He had a gun in his bag, and his bag was hippie's like. I thought he was there to shoot me. I escaped. On another fire, Irishmen were waiting for me outside the fire exit, apparently to at least kidnap me. I heard their voices, I was more lonely that time in the stairs, and I was already very worried. I then called security from the place through police. They conversed with me. I was traumatized and stuck in the stairs. I once more let them know about the English and the Brazilian woman. It then looks like Carla The Vaca made it a life purpose: Brazilian prostitutes would take over the First World. I now believe that was their mission, the mission the Australian native white gay guy talked about in 2005. It is all very unfortunate. I won't lie and say I hate marginal, since I grew up amongst them, I have contact with them since I am nine years old at most. I simply avoid them at any expense and would like them to never be where I am. It was all Bradley. I did the impossible to escape Carla, Mario, and the rest of the gang my relatives sent to Australia. It was all Bradley, who is promiscuous, unruled, and marginal his entire life, son of marginal (convicted pedophile). I never saw me having a choice in any of it. There is simply no police. No police. No police. For James, or whatever his name might have been, to watch an edited version and think that was enough... . And I did insist with him that it would be OK if I watched an edited version, but not him. He would have missed the detail that I had to get in twice, not once, or they repeated the same images twice and he did not notice that the time, for instance, was the same. They are absolutely unacceptable. Once more, as I told Trevor in 2001, Australia has a HR problem and the worst problem we have, world wide, it seems to me, is selection of personnel. We really had to put more effort into selecting people according to their morality and vocation. Nothing else matters, to be sincere. And, as for the folder, it is obviously worthless asking the Brazilian diplomacy about anything: A Country that lets its people attack me internationally and gratuitously with the worst world atrocities, with its congress practically seeing themselves all I go through through the eyes of the witnesses since 2005, yet signs for human rights, is democracy, etc. is unrespectable. It is obviously made for marginals and ruled by them. You don't ask them anything, since nothing can be believed, quite sincerely. If possible, you go to the source and get your information, so say to confirm I studied at CSTJ you call them. Missing nothing, realistically. The Brazilian embassy would not send me the ballot for me to vote from here in 2001. They never ever do what they should and they still do precisely the opposite. I believe for long the ambassador who was not an ambassador, the female I had on phone in 2001 with me, was put there already to cover up for the crimes of Rogerio de Oliveira, Lea Ricci Pinheiro, and other Brazilian crooks against me. Unrespectable (let's please accept irrespectable, anything and everything that may make sense). It had to be precisely my precious and perfect person. It had to be possible. 


They may say whatever they like, but it was my life, my body, my career in this game, not anyone else's. Not even for a second did I want or accept any association with any Brazilian for any purpose, especially carioca. Nothing will come back to me. They may say I don't have group spirit. I say the same about them and I will still die saying that who does not have group spirit is that who does not accept our no and goes for crime, especially atrocity. You cannot force any adult to anything. That is the law. Not even one second, who would say more than 16 years? How many lives did I have? How many identical bodies? How many times can I go back to 2001 and be in the same exact situation again? How many mothers of the age and configuration they had in 2001? How many Marcias that match my ID? Can only be a joke. Anyway, this looks like a take over by the prostitutes from South America and that is why Kardashian: Something that looks like them. Missing nothing. 


As another point, the folder may even have turned up on the same day at the church. I had been around there. Whoever is stalking or observing me would know that. They simply carry the folder to the church soon after they steal it from me, for instance. They may still clean it when it is closed and then put the folder there after hours. I never see people cleaning the churches here, in Melbourne, so that it is likely that they do that when the church is closed. 





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Thursday, 18 May 2017

Pictures of Messages







I told the magistrate that one of the last instances of attack of Bradley had been through an ad I put online on Gumtree. This is part of the ad:


I still had the courage of explaining the use of the sigmatoid native in the ad: Your Honour, the reason I was looking for a native is also because I believe it was only because of Bradley, another native, that I got an intervention order against Andrew Clarkson. 


I then received a text message from a guy who called himself George. His mobile number was 0466439706 (I sincerely do not remember Bradley's mobile number, may as well be this one. I also had completely forgotten Andrew's number by the end of 2001, someone put his number over my desk at VUT with a note, for me to call that number. I then called and it was Andrew). The supposed George talked about playing squash and I had just dropped a note about squash at the Christian church as well, so that I did not know which ad it was. As I called the number to organize the squash game, I heard the voice of Bradley Paul Neal, which is the same voice that Lao, the operator, has got. I would think it is impossible to get confused when it comes to the voice of my ex-men. Basically, as I heard Rogerio's voice when inside of my Charnwood Road's apartment, I panicked so completely that I asked Bradley to repeat his name from inside. I acquired absolute horror of Rogerio by the end of those blessed two years, and the rest is my personal struggle to get rid of him. I acquired horror of the Brazilian people in general, all genders, colours, etc. when I was twenty years old. I reckon everyone has a personal limit for the amount of bad stuff they can take. My limit with Brazil was reached by the age of 20. When I was five their women. When I was twenty their men. From memory, I went to the window of my bedroom on Marques de Valenca, 16, and told God that I would do anything in my power to finish with Brazil and its people, like to their last trace: I could not think of how people could be more harmful, useless or worthless than they were. I reached my limit with Australia and Australians in 2002, after Asha's attack and the decision of both Shepherd and the HOD of not doing their share and instead coming up with more crap. I just did not have a way out. My limit with Bradley was reached by the end of 2001 when I asked Tony Milone to help me move out. Each one of us has their limits. I have been denouncing Agnella Ricci Terra and her son, Joao, for now 16 years in a row. I was a very grown up woman when I started being attacked by them overseas. It is all unacceptable. Anyway, I call and it was Bradley's voice. I am taking a bit of a risk here, since someone might have a voice that is very similar to his, but I am deciding to now go Australian way: It is him. Anyway, I call, it is him, I am in shock, Lao again, this time my personal life. As he notices how shocked I was, he passes the phone to another man who I actually thought was Angelo, the man who stalked me at the spiritist church. He then started saying my name out loud and laughing like a crazy person. I told all that in the court. That happened on the 7th of May of 2017 and therefore that was a pretty recent event involving Bradley and me and unwanted interference and contact of my person with his. Even so, the judge did not give the order. She asked me how long ago my last face to face contact with him was and I said that it was about 2015, him stalking me by car, etc. I have not passed this one, of the mobile, to the police yet, and I am thinking they always act together, all of them. As another point, he might have acquired a job with my linguistic company even because his company, SKM, seems to have closed and been changed into another. At least that is the information I found online. Some of his fellows used to have a profile online and I could not locate any of them. I am using the virtual spaces that with so much difficulty they let me have to publish whatever I can also in terms of material proof, so that here you have a picture of the message sent by this guy, possibly a George:






The Magistrates Court thing was yesterday, right? I am trying to put Bradley in jail or interdicted since end of 2001. I now think that he might have gotten a job and be an operator at the company, what then does not help me in terms of getting an intervention order against him, and at most he is misrepresenting himself, saying he has another name. He also appeared in another call as one of the main clients and under another name. I actually believe this has been happening to me for a few years, and more frequently in the last few months: Voices that are very familiar to me, say people like Gani (one call), Marcia Brito (several times), Natalia Silva (several times), Sueli (several times), people who have remarkable and unique voices, appearing in the calls under other names. In particular, I seem to only serve cariocas for a lifetime, and therefore the worst marginals. It is all pretty sad, since that per se add in a terrible manner to my suffering and loss. There is only God. 


It all started in a discreet manner, when I was in Adelaide, on 60/274 South Tce, so that it would be one call from a lady with a voice that was exactly the same as Natalia's, and she was also stalking me from outside, having moved to really close to me, claiming to have another name, like one call in one hundred. It then grew to extraordinary proportions. Today I got at most four calls so far (on normal days, I never stop since about 9 AM at most), and Lao was already there. I now can control myself pretty well, I can feel really distant from any memory of the crimes I endure and others, and it is all because of Bradley Paul Neal, but the first call with this man's voice was really hard, since it all comes to my mind and I am thinking, wow, he succeeded in invading/controlling also this piece of my existence, like it is all pretty impossible all the time. Only God. 


This is a sort of profession and job in which you really have to work to enjoy and feel integrated plus to perform well, I feel: Only when you are busy, providing services the entire day, do you really feel confident and reassured. Otherwise, it is all a drama, a scare, and you freak out with each, and every, word. It is all really really important. We really have no police, no justice, no nothing, as we know. I then conform with getting used to Bradley's voice, like expressing no reaction not even inside of me, and with getting used to him being free, and I still think it is healthy doing that, since there is no way out. Only God. May God help me get Marcia Hope in the end and may God make it possible that it happens before my death, preferably with date of 2001, basically, and with me and my mum still in an OK human body. Only God, realistically only God. It is a shame because I found these jobs ALSO with all sacrifice on earth, and the opposition of what is perceived by me as the entire human kind this time. It is one of the professions I freely chose to have, so that the job is priceless. I now am struggling financially once more, and quite a lot, but, before I stay at Unilodge, I was getting less unreasonable money from it. Whilst my mortal enemies of a lifetime, raised by a relatively new mortal enemy, as for 2001, Bradley Paul Neal, scoff at me day and night and swim in pools made of my stolen money/intellectual property (and I love swimming, but the financial restrictions as well as the atrocities oblige me not to do that as well), I can barely eat. I don't even remember the taste of filet, to be sincere. The entire human kind seems to think this is fair so far. A simple witness' note and I would have a better chance. A simple academic job, traditional, and I would have a fighting chance. That was the only life, head, body, and mother I had in that 2001, and, quite sincerely, they were absolutely perfect. There is nothing that I say here now, in the last lines, that I did not tell that repulsive man and the support staff from VUT in that end of 2001: Absolutely perfect, for God's sake, help protect. I still don't believe a second of it. May God help me find the TV set, go back from Poltergeist to the World of the True Image, quite sincerely. 


I will die repeating: I owed absolutely nothing to absolutely everyone else. Precisely the opposite. I was my own dream on earth and what I asked was to have that PhD title and job immediately, even if purchased. I asked to never go back to Brazil and never suffer any more violence at least until I could fight, and therefore at least until I had my permanent academic position in the First World. I gave Trevor, face to face, more than 7 original ideas worth millions of dollars on top of work as an escort, and I also gave this sort of work to Bradley, and it was all in exchange for protection, the PhD or the job, never anything else. Nothing is acceptable and I can only hope God comes across as really fair in the end, but, in my human limitations, I cannot see anything that is fair with me from beginning to end in any of it. I am sure I deserved was maximum freedom, comfort, and luxury, maximum everything perfect and best, never what I get. May God never never ever ever have mercy on those who let me go through this, even one second of it, especially those who could so easily, like Cook, Cameron, Bradley, and the own Trevor, have saved me from all. 





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