140808 Friday arvo expecting to be
arrested by Queensland police.
I've been in
Queensland for 3 and a half years now.
I realized too
late how bad a decision it was to move up here.
After trying to
appeal to various police forces, and others, for assistance out of
the hole I've been dropped in by a range of people, criminal
motorcycle gangs, police and politicians, media and governments, and
mostly my own family included, but initially by the world's most
warped and evil cult, the Theosophical Society, I've kept writing to
my online blogs about the overall paucity of honor, justice, good law
and general ethical rectitude in Australia, and across the world.
Many blog posts go
to this my own issue, as well, in-depth, with supporting evidence
aplenty.
Since I've been
exiled, marginalised and mocked, harassed, photographed, terrorised,
bashed and property stolen over the last 20 to 30 years, with no
honesty or positive responses of assistance from any of our police,
although I do admit some, if not many, have tried to genuinely help
me, but with never one explanation as to why these crimes have been
committed against me, naturally, I've become less and less tolerant
of strangers, and so-called 'mates' approaching, then engaging me in
trite conversations which do nothing but annoy my already
long-annoyed character.
I do not like the
police, anymore.
So, I am now quite
anti-social, misanthropic, misogynistic, and very angry that I am so
maltreated, when I've done no wrong.
I am also of no
doubt, supported by legitimate high quality research into the
subject, that police mistreatment of victims of the types of abuses
I've been subjected to, for over 50 years, only increases the damage
to the victim.
Venting my disdain
is only by the internet, and most always is moderate, so-as to not
get myself banned from the Google Plus, online social media pages,
and from the few news media sites I send comments to.
I've controlled my
love of alcohol and of cannabis, and now am not drinking or smoking.
To save my kidneys and liver, heart and balance, but also money.
Without those two
loved escapes from the anger and bullshit of reality, my only other
'escapes' or pleasures, are food, writing on said politics and
cultural issues, and, drawing designs for motor vehicles, two wheeled
and four, both fantastical, for entertainment and using my and the
computer's artistic talents, and in mostly vain hopes of designing
stuff for my mobile home, etc.
Since coming to
Gympie and renting one, then two, then a third, so three sheds next
to each other in Southside industrial park, Du Rietz Court, and after
fooling myself it might be a fresh start to finally finish the mobile
hut off, and then live happily on the roads of Australia, all I've
had, is harassment, from locals and all types from near and far.
Why? “Politics”.
But also, the worst possible thing to be harassed over - “religion”.
For about as long
as I've been forced on the road, I've been aware of other people
taking photographs of me.
I think the
farthest back I recall this happening, would have been in about 1986,
when I was having a swim in the Murray River, east of Mildura,
north-western Victoria, on my way I think, if the year is right, to
Alice Springs, Northern Territory.
The photographer
had an SLR film camera, with a telephoto lens, was perhaps 50 metres
from me, and jumped casually in his car pretty much as soon as I
noticed him, and drove off.
If the year, 1986,
is correct, [edit; which it isn't – it was earlier again] then it
took some 19 or 20 years before I came to even just begin to
understand why I'd seen people shooting pictures of me.
That – my just
beginning to understand why - was when I was drawn to look up,
online, the meanings of my given names [considering that my father,
Allan Nichols Cook, was actually Allan Nichols Meredith, and was
adopted to Cook at about 6 years of age.]
I guess I could
say, with meaning, that I've been in a state of shock, since the day
in 2005, when I saw what my name 'adds up', to mean.
And, with people
quite deliberately and often quite overtly taking my photo, never
with my permission, the shock has only deepened, until now, 9 years
or so since that shocking day, I regard myself as an incurable
sufferer of whatever one calls a person who is severely misanthropic.
Ie., one who,
despite years, decades, of fighting for the best known scientific
human justice and laws, yet has continually been the recipient of
insult, threats, false allegations, and endless derision, from not
only informed strangers, but from all surviving members of my own
family, mother, sister and brother, and the police, one who, now
simply does not like my own species.
So, today, I went
to the sheds, first time for about a fortnight to actually do
somethings, rather than just to refill my water bottles and restock
the non-perishables I store there.
[I stopped staying
there and working on my now many unfinished projects, because, people
would arrive, loiter, take photos of my vehicle, and me if they could
without my seeing them.
Adding to that, is
the fact, not fancy, not fiction, not delusion, that they're eager to
employ their occult powers upon me and upon my vehicle, which makes
this, my sole 'habitat', very hard to 'live' in.]
So, today...,
after doing some welding, a vehicle came into the shed yard. A
vehicle I've seen before, with two occupants, a female, perhaps 40
years old, and a male, perhaps 30 also, perhaps he's younger.
A dark 'burgundy
red' Ford Falcon sedan.
After a few
minutes, the male came to my shed, and asked about my photographing
them.
I was immediately
attacked by occult forces. Clearly he was employing them, because
while I spoke he did not so much look me in my eyes, but had an
unusual focus on watching my mouth, as I spoke. A known means of
employing or deploying occult forces upon a victim.
And I'd estimate,
the female was around the driveway corner out of sight, near to
corner, with an audio or video recording device, recording my
accentuated response and explanation to the male. If the male didn't
have one in his pocket.
I was honest, and
told him I do take photos of people who I suspect of having taken
photos of myself.
He was obviously
there to 'set-me-up' and to enrage me, as was the case, for I was
quite agitated almost immediately he started talking to me.
So, I told him
more than I should have – it's foolish to be honest in Australia -
and asked him to go away, saying I didn't want to hear what he had to
say.
He walked away
saying “Do what you want” as he left. [Those few words of his,
contradict his reason for coming to talk to me.]
I went back to
finishing painting the welds, then rang the estate agent. She was
sooo estate agent. Rude, talked over me, did not listen to what I was
saying, interrupted constantly, and basically tried to put me on the
back foot by saying I should stop taking peoples' photographs. But
my appeals about my being photographed were ignored.
She made the point
more than once that taking peoples' photos without their permission
is illegal, with suggestions that I'd be evicted.
I, was guilty,
going by her side of the conversation.
She also someone
had made a complaint about me, and said the police had been informed,
or called.
So I packed down
my equipment, and left the sheds, expecting the police to find me
somewhere soon, and without any reasoned explanation, incriminate me
as guilty or mentally ill.
Now, after a few
hours, I feel that what the female on the phone at the real estate
agents did, was to terrorize me verbally.
I also assert,
that she knew well who I am 'supposed' to be, that-is, a victim of a
powerful cult, with direct ties to the Vatican and the catholic
church, all, attempting to make me into a false messiah, that I am
“on the back foot” in terms of legitimate and legal police
support, which I've sought repeatedly for over a decade now, that I
am at breaking point in my stress levels, precisely for her type of
arrogant abuse, and that her attitude was deliberately and
maliciously designed to intimidate and stress me further.
Without doubt, the
male who came and spoke with me was deploying the occult, so-as to
enrage me into talking in anger or such, probably, like police are
trained to, to have me be seen to be 'unbalanced' etc. Which, for
the occult, and the fact that I am the victim, I was, albeit
temporarily, as anyone in my situation would be.
However, I
maintain that I am remarkably composed and balanced, all things
considered.
I refuse to
contact the Queensland police, because they have ignored my appeals
to now, and, like the female at the real estate agency, tend always
to make me out to be the criminal, ignoring the facts, that I am the
victim.
So.., wanting so
much a bottle of alcohol, I restrain my Post Traumatic Stress, my
anxiety, and wait for a weekend of terrorism from local youth and
imbeciles on motorcycles, the male who came to my sheds today, one of
them, I have no doubt. But, hey, a full face helmet makes
wonderfully anonymous, the coward.
Police? HELLO?
Politicians?
HELLO?
Family? No
answer......
In pure, totally
legitimate, and honest self-defense, I've taken photos of others who
I know have taken photos of me, purely for the record, and I have no
want to misuse these shots of otherwise unknown and anonymous
vehicles and people.
But my so doing is
being treated as a crime!
While the
criminals do it to me, with gay abandon, with lies-lies-lies, and
cries of “innocent!” to the police.
So, I sit, in a
different park this arvo, writing this, expecting, [as so often has
been the case], this to be my last, for a short while at least,
before the police find me and present me with more false excuses to
go through my car, my possessions, my computer, then arrest me, all
to humiliate and damage my already irreparably-damaged psychology, on
the weak and illegitimate pretext that I've broken the law by
gathering evidence of others I suspect of photographing me, without
my permission.
Whatever the
police say, will not be the full truth, for certain.
Whatever I say,
will be used against me in a court of the most disgustingly corrupt
laws on earth, should the expected farcical police terrorism and
false charges come about.
Without some
honesty, from someone, I'm unable to get passed this evil situation
which I've been dropped into by my family, and by their occult
masters, the Theosophical Society, who are the 'religion' of the
dynasties I'm apparently the product of.
Max Nichols Cook
aka
JUST DEFIANCE
Brayakooloong
Gunai Indigenous Outlaw
Australia.
NB: Supporting my
allegations of being the victim of more than a few crimes, related
directly to this incident, I filled-out an online form on the
Victoria Police website, which has the internet address;
dated 14th
July 2014, and submitted it to that service,
My “reference
token” for that submission is
csv.f6e822b544b6d59bff2204bcc3588b0a
Now, twenty-four
days later, I have not had any response from the Victoria Police.
