As I walk along the dried leaves of
Autumn abound the path outstretched before me. The slightest breeze
gently lifts several leaves up before me which then twist and turn
before arcing around my right side until they disappear from view
behind me. Cold air not felt since twelve months before caresses the
skin covered cheeks like an old friend. Adele sings directly into my
ears.
I ponder when I walk. I ponder many a
thing. It is approaching fifteen months since I set about to reveal
many truths to as many as I could reach. In that time I have striven
to do as much as I can along the way, despite the stubborn obstacles
laid out before me or the sinister motives used to blur the reality
that surrounds me. It has been a battle and yet I have no doubt...it
is capable of becoming for worse than anything the precedes this very
moment.
I know not of my daughter's welfare but
trust in the knowledge that silence from her end means things are
working out for her. The court hearing my have extended to another
and she is busying around making arrangements and doing things based
on what she has been told will be her reward for the childhood from
hell she has endured.
Of course there was always the
possibility that the reasons behind the dark and silent days are far
more sinister than you could possibly imagine. The only other real
reason could be a wedge created by those who hover on the edges of a
limbo that culprits face which when entered only exists with the
echoing sounds of laughter and labels of evil and incompetence. To
avoid a fate such as this I would imagine a fair few people would
stop at nothing to avoid it. It just so happens that it is a fair few
people I am up against. That also applies to each area I have been
sucked into against my will purely because someone had to do it and
it may as well be me.
The enemies of mine would discover
their best chances in a cacophony of lies and misleading information.
After all a young girl and barely an adult herself would believe that
a big organisation claiming to hold various non existent papers and
evidence would surely not entertain such grand lies as these? But
then that would depend on the horrific alternatives and someone so
young could still not see these for what they truly are. Suggestions
of harming chances of the case would be the mere start of such
dastardly plans as these. The imaginative and creative lengths
willing to be traveled would stretch the possibilities no end. But
cornered there are no depths that man or woman would not be willing
to go. Smearing would be the order of the day but in this case many
months would it take to achieve these goals. Who better than to smear
than those belonging to government or local government, who better?
Be that as it may these sinister
figures may well peruse this site attempting to glean information or
see signs of progression of their aims to lighten the high levels of
stress and reduce any chances of the possibilities they fear the
most. But then I would be wise to these things from day one and knew
that at any time that communication could be severed for such evil
plans driven by self-preservation. I am afraid it be true, so it is.
Pointless it would be to strive to find
out the truth behind what is going on due to my only window being the
one person who has severed the lines of communication. The best laid
plans of mice are men and what better to be in these webs of
illusions than to be the mouse? What would it be that familiarizes so
many with such a tiny mammal? Silence. The Mouse that plays silently
while the cat is away and think the mouse has departed. But the Mouse
never had any intention of doing that and instead lays out his plans
and his clever traps along the path and quite unbeknownst to the cats.
While they cry and meow over and over with each one differing from
the last he allows them to meow too much. But history is repeating
just as it did once before but the Mouse silently lays down his
statement of facts and the Mouse's silent squeaks are all identical
to those that went before.
While walking and pondering these
thoughts today I feel one of the first cool breezes of Autumn against
my skin and the words of Adele in my ears I recall one situation I
hope that will be forever etched in my daughter’s mind. As I recall
it I remember my sobbing daughter as one of her captors shows bizarre
behaviour that has been troubling my girl for some time now. This be
the one individual that had the focus of my concern and worry for
more reasons than you could imagine. Despite the many times I
revealed the words confined with these pages.
This was an important and pivotal
moment I hoped would resonate with my daughter for some time to come
and giver her both the confidence and the courage she so desperately
needed and had for a long time.
Dad: “Give him the phone.”
Daughter: “No Dad, I am too scared
you will only make things worse!!”
Dad: “[Name] Give him the phone!!”
Daughter: “No Dad I am not giving him
the phone!” (still sobbing)
Dad: “GIVE HIM THE GOD DMAN PHONE
NOW!!”
Radicalized Muslim: “Yes Sir!”
Dad: “Now you listen to me!”
Radicalized Muslim: “Sorry Sir...ME
no speak English!!”
Dad:”You you fecking do!!! You
interrupt me again and I will reach down this phone and rip out your
spleen! NOW you listen up!! You get the feck out of that house and
stay the FECK away from my daughter. If I EVER have her on the phone
again crying or mentioning a single thing that you have done I will
come up there and I WILL FIND YOU! When I do I will kill you where
you stand. But I will NOT be finished there. I will find out where
you are REALLY from and I will travel and do whatever it takes and I
WILL WIPE OUT your entire bloodline until there is NOTHING LEFT!!! DO
I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!?!”
Radicalized Muslim: “Yes, Sir!!”
The young girl came back on the phone,
her breathing was less heavy than it was previously and there was a
greater time between those sharp intakes of breath that let you know
someone is sobbing.
Daughter: “Dad?”
Dad: “Yes.”
Daughter: “What did you tell him?”
Dad: “I told him what I needed to
tell him, why what is he doing?”
Daughter: “Well he is running around
packing his things into a bag like he is leaving?!”
Dad: “Good that was what I had
intended, fecking Police are useless”
My daughter asks once again to hear the
words I had uttered to strike absolute fear into just one of her
captors. She is shocked. I am not. I had just struck fear into the
centre of a group with the one individual that all others were scared
of.
Within fifteen minutes he was gone.
As I recall those words a single and
solitary tear can be felt upon my lower eyelid just before it tips
over the skin covered cheek bone and rolls down the damp skin now
rendering the cold breeze to feel even chillier the further it
reaches.
There was a brief interlude whereby he
had popped up again in his unregistered silver car he was eventually
arrested driving. He had moved forty or so miles away and now lived
near the terror cell in Manchester I had known him to visit several
times previously. How do I know he moved there? Well because he asked
my daughter to get in the car and go and live with him in Manchester.
What he did not know was that I had
long since supplied not only his picture but also his unregistered
address in Liverpool along with the COLOUR of the unregistered car he
was driving.
Welllll....she IS a girl, the best I
could get was “It's SILVER”.
It is within such details as alarming
with those much more subtle that some enemies will not be aware of.
Some events and some words will resonate like no others heard before.
These moments still firmly embedded in the small soft grey cellular
matter that makes up the human brain. Carved for all time and easily
accessible when needed.
For to defeat several types of evil
takes several types of battle and it is to these ends I ponder much
thought. As each season of the year breezes in and out these thoughts
have never been allowed to stray very far from my mind. Aware was I
that having different types of evil would not matter because evil
cannot trust evil. The web that is laid out of many lies becomes
complicated, intricate and entangled. Each evil doer would dare not
reveal the darkest secrets to each other. For too many being aware
increases hundred fold the chances that the truth will have daylight
fall upon it's dark place and light will always win over the dark.
Good can work together whereas evil cannot and it was purely this
sole principle that I could and indeed did use to my advantage time
after time after time.
Indeed it is for this reason that the
words engraved and time stamped upon these postings have echoed
outwards to help to shed more light further into the dark.
Indeed it is too that these words have
remained engraved as so many have come to rely on them and so many
more come to read evermore that they have remained engraved to this
very day. No attempt has there been to eradicate these words nor the
man from whence they came. Pick my fights individually over time and
allow and use emotions to drive towards my goals to reveal ever more
to my analytical gazing eyes. Link those together that cannot nor
want not to be linked. Find the similarities that show me one single
common denominator that runs true and runs through all upon that
which I gaze. As I do so does all aspects of my postings become
linked from one t'other little by little be they close or far apart
in time.
For I have attempted to create my own
web but this one be a web of TRUTH!
For how good it be only those that gaze
can be the judge of that and only time will inevitably tell?!
Oh no buy HEY?! I just remembered GCHQ, the NSA and MI5 did all that on their own using their spying techniques?!
No the sad reality was that while I was trying to protect MY daughter and hundreds if not thousands of innocent people from getting killed they were snooping for MONEY!! O get an edge of anything and EVERYTHING to do with money!
