"Only the Truth will set you free"

Argh! the bizarre life?

 Sister's "appalled" reply to my writing the truth about my Dad, er, my Step Dad.

In this little piece, Wendy Dianne Cook-Henry-Williams who happens to own TWO 130 year old centre of town, million dollar-plus terrace houses, courtesy of two dumped loving and dedicated, faithful husbands, says she suggested a DNA test in the past.  Fact is I suggested it in the discussion she and I had, but she canned it outright (amongst shit-canning me for going to our lineage issues at all, including our Aborigine ancestry) saying it'd cost thousands, which such a test does.

"What I implied about mum is offensive".  Yeah, like she was always pure as the driven snow, never had an affair, never even flirted with blokes, went to church every Sunday, prayed to the rosary by the hour.  

AND, she never lied to me about Pop Willis' thus our Aboriginality, about Boxer O'Brien being my genetic dad, and even laughs denials that her hair was black as the ace of spades until I was about 10 or 12 years old, when she dyed it red, OH! same as my and my Irish genetic father's!

The awry, evil Zionist, Catholic, Freemason and Theosophical Society cult's secreted crimes the reason why mum and sister put me in the guilty basket, making any suggestions I may have that mum has indeed, far more, "deeply deeply" offended me, drowned out by the femme fatales' cat-calls.  

And with about half-a-billion willing Catholic women ever-ready to sacrifice a MALE lamb to their heinous psychoses, deceits and worldwide attempts to oppress THE MEN for the way MEN have maltreated Catholic witches in the past, so almost every softcock, hypnotized male police officer dares not offend the women, for fear of never getting a shag again, sister and mother can say anything and avoid the noose.  I get it in the neck AGAIN!

I used to say, like a good little Jewish puppet  "Argh! The Struggle!"

Wendy's appalled that I put it, a True Obituary, to the Most Honest Man I've known, Allan Cook-Meredith, on the internet, implying she searched my blog pages to find it, yet I've been unashamedly posting these same facts on the same blog for years now, and with the rest of what I've uncovered about the family, et al?  But she acts like she doesn't know?

Dad was the only one to tell me, only about 5 years ago, that I was not baptised.

Catholics don't baptize illegitimate children.  RAH RAH RAH.... etc.

OK.  Wendy has to defend herself against the cults responsible for this, my whole false life, and possibly against mum's dark magic.  But everyone knows now.  Not to mention the spirits I am unaware of in the 4th dimension which terrorize anyone known to be part of this evil conspiracy to build a false messiah, and who even say they know about it.

This 4th dimension thing, world, delusion, seems an horrible world from here.  But lies cannot make it better.

Another reason why I refuse to forgive mum and every other scumsucker Catholic and Theosophical female, and the David Edney type, dickless male Freemason "mates", and the Don Curiton pedophiles, etc etc., for keeping me from knowing anything about witchcraft and the powers they've deployed over my mind, thus from my knowing how to defend myself.  (Sad, I see why the bastardised males turned dark, and unnerstand, and am more able to forgive those who live with an irreparable pain, but I still cannot, for the outright evil sadism and malice they took out on me, because some other scumbags fucked them over.)

FUCK YOU BITCHES!

(The willing males are all "girls" as well, being mostly hypnotized, by their mummy, spoiled and gutless rich kids who really enjoy having so much power over someone like me, but especially when they can play "build a messiah" games wiff their friends and in their sneaky magik seances).  "Jesus Lego"!  If only they would "lego"!?

And Wendy writes I'm being offensive!?@#$%^???

Wendy is clearly in between a rock and a hard place.  She isn't bereft of kindness and want for my welfare.  And from what I can divine, neither is mum.  Mum's simply an idiot, methinks, for doing the vicious things she's done to me over time.

I'm supposed to be the one who goes to war against all the evils of life, even while those who are on side, do the most harm to my psyche, firstly by lying so much, for so long, about such a deranged plan, centred around me-the-puppet.

 And I've offended them?

This, having deduced divined and discovered it all, utterly disgusts me, and, with that, and with every curious fuckwit who cannot leave me alone, only increases the damage to my psyche, and to my ability to either recover, or to get over the biggest load of shit any one person could possibly be buried in.  And, not just by 1.5 billion cult flockers, but by their enemies and insane egomaniacs, who gush at being able to shit on this supposedly most powerful wealthiest idiot on earth, knowing the coppers and authorities are in it as deep, as gutless and powerless to take my side when the idiots provoke me.

Little wonder I'm decidedly an "Armageddonist".

Nevertheless..., I am now, weighing up if I should ply my way, the 2,000kms to Melbourne, across the least hospitable nation - for a defenseless human justice fighter - on earth, to primarily see Dad off at his funeral.  Knowing the bitches - women and men - will do everything to insult me, and extend the lies and leave my out to drown in the southern chill.

And wont it rain!

There is absolutely nothing that can convince me that the Catholic religion is not the most evil on earth, conjured and supported by the lost tribes of Israel.  The Freemasons are but puppets of the Jews, too, and as psychotic, both in their mad insatiability, and in their delusions about using witchcraft to control the human race, and the future.

I write factually in this Obituary to My Heart's Father, because that is how HE  would prefer it.  What mum or Wendy think is irrelevant.  If they or anyone cannot handle the truth, then they have serious psychological issues for them to expunge. 

This suggestion reaches up as far as the heads of all the churches and the Vatican. It's well passed time they and all these idiot Christians, Jews, Catholics and masons, males and females, stopped expecting someone else to do the hard psychology that is for them, and for them alone to go through and to clean out their mental attics.

But the spells are highly refined and so are embedded deep in their psyches, making it impossible to cure.  

This is exactly why the world is at an end, because these egomaniacal women firstly, but males too, cannot "MAN-UP!" as it were, or "get some balls" and start living and behaving as the True Fellas they are always too quick and ready to shit on, the Aborigines of the Earth, have always known and done since the beginning.

Facing up to the fact that you have been hypnotized, usually in the west, since the baptismal, is the hard work the white, western idiots have to do first.

But nothing in our culture, supports that, outside Buddhism, so the masses are forced to wander crazy with no guides they can trust.

This is why I, but other aware people, are doing all they can to expose the western religions.

So, get on the grass, Wendy.  I do what I do, for Dad, and for Pop Willis.  Don't ever shit on me for that.  That mum can't be honest with me, is terribly sad.  This is 2012, not the Catholic dark ages of the 1950s.

"Only the Truth will set you free".

Re: obituary

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• Wendy Cook

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• Omaxa bin Eartha

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Saturday, 18 August 2012 12:08 PM

Nick,

I've read your tribute a couple of times. There are lots of truly wonderful sentiments and observations of Dad in there, but I disagree so completely with the rest of it that I can't help you to submit it anywhere. I'm appalled to see that you've put it online. What you've implied about Mum is deeply deeply offensive. I have suggested before that if you have doubts about your parentage you should settle them once and for all by having the DNA tests. It wouldn't even need Dad's DNA - comparison of yours with Don's and/or mine would be sufficient.

Meanwhile despite your cruel act I am obliged to inform you that Dad's funeral will be on Thursday at 2.30pm at Le Pine Funeral Parlour, 1048 Whitehorse Rd Box Hill. I'm sad to say I really hope you don't come.

Wendy

On Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 6:23 PM, Omaxa bin Eartha <maxadiff@yahoo.com.au> wrote:

Sent this to The Age, but phone credit stops my calling the Herald.  perhaps you can do it?

 Of course, being typically long, it may not be published.  "Death notices" attract a sizey fee. But "Obits" are different, I was just told on phone by The Age telephonist.

I hope the information in it is near enough to correct?


 

120816 Obituary To A Great Warrior - ALLAN NICHOLS COOK-MEREDITH

20th March 1921 - 16th August 2012

It's always been for others to write obituaries.

Today, it's my turn.

Allan Nichols Cook-Meredith, my Most Honorable Step-Father, passed over this morning at 4.00am, “very peacefully” it's said, in the Doncaster hospice he recently chose to see out his last days in.

After 91 years, He is on his way, up and forever to His Blissful Heaven.

And, while it is right and natural to grieve, and to weep tears, it is so, that this kind of Man, is now Free, of the torments, deprivations and suffering of the physical, human, earthly life.

So it is more important that we, who mourn, remember Him, Allan Nichols Cook-Meredith, for the Joy He selflessly gave us, and that He has become freed at last from woe, and is allowed, unfettered, to Enjoy The Bliss we all want, and go to extraordinary lengths to usually fruitlessly find. He, has Bliss now. as He so Deserves.

Born Allan Nichols Meredith, to Clarence Meredith and Adelaide Nichols on 20th March 1921, and after a rail accident in around 1924, which left his Father Clarence Meredith less a leg, he was adopted by his Virtuous Mother's loving husband to be, the Wise and Caring, Walter Cook, when she remarried to Walter.

He spent time in England with his mother prior to their settling back in Western Australia with his Step-Father, where as a youth, Allan attended Perth Modern school. Even then, his teachers noted his above average Intellect and Talents.

Before he was 20 years old he enlisted with the Australian Infantry Forces, and served in the Middle East, during the 2nd world war, and Greece, then also served reputably back in Australia as a weapons instructor and other military skills, joining the newly created 1st Australian Paratroop Battalion, Australia's first paramilitary unit, in which he rose to the rank of Staff Sergeant 2nd Class, (Sergeant Major) Royal Australian Engineers.

He met his wife to be, Adrienne Helen Willis, while still in service, back in Australia, and courted her by, among his many other talents, taking her riding on his Ariel Red Hunter 500cc motorcycle.

They shared productive lives together and brought three children into the world, Wendy Dianne, Donald Walter, and myself, Max Nichols.

A stern man, he was also the most Honest person I have ever known, and with that exuded a Nobility suited perfectly to his names, “Allan” which means “Noble”, “Nichols”, his mother's maiden name, which means “Victorious Peoples” and Meredith, which means “Great Lord”. “Meredith”, the same, as the Tudor Kings of ancient Wales and mid-2nd millennium England.

Allan Meredith was also more Intelligent than most would be able to discern, simply because he was as well, entirely Humble.

However, he was never one to retreat from a fight, when he saw injustice or untruths playing out.

As a consequence, nary a day passed through his whole 91 years, when he was not at odds with the tyranny of the day, of the times, and of the dominant cults of our nation and world.

This often left him with few friends, but those who knew and truly understood him, remained his Comrades til the last.

The medals and awards given him by the military, run far short of the Honours He Truly Deserves, for his unending opposition to ignorance and tyranny.

Indeed, to myself at least, He, Allan Nichols Meredith, was our, Australia's Greatest, Most Noble, Most Virtuous Outlaw.

He taught me Dignity, Honesty, Honor, Courage and a plethora of other Qualities hard to find today, in any nation or people.

He also taught me all the primary ingredients I know, prize and cherish in critical thinking, REALpolitik discernment, and seeking after one's own Intelligence, 1st and foremost.

When I'd bother him with pesky questions, his response was most often, “THINK MAN, THINK!”

I followed that advice and am never alone for it's benefits.

He also taught me the essentials of writing, both with the hand, and with the mind.

And, He also taught me how to really ride motorcycles.

But as well, he guided me with Wisdom and Kindness for the portending torrents of unknowns and frightening scenarios I was yet to face and do battle with, and prepared me for a violent and debauched world, instilling the Vital Virtues in me like no other could.

After a long, Noble and Most Honorable Life, fighting the wars few are able, nor brave enough to engage in, nor Meritorious enough to Stand True amongst 'til their last breath, as He did, Allan Nichols Meredith Rests In Eternal Peace, and will be Remembered, and will be Remembered, and will be Remembered, for more generations to come, than any other.

I, could never be, indeed, no-one could ever be, The Great Man He was, 'though those who knew Him, know, but for His Righteous Humility, He could himself have been so much more.

Thank You Dad, for everything You gave!

All Praise Him, Allan Nichols Cook-Meredith.

My, indeed our, Most Noble Father.

See ya' on the other side Dad!

Your Son, lesser, Your Step-Son,

“Nick”

Max Nichols Cook-Meredith-O'Brien