The Winner

Good Always Win’s IN THE END! This morning I was sitting outside writing down some short notes on loose paper that I intend to post here online, while waiting for the council to open their doors. A man came over from the school next door, with glasses and a black jumper - I forgot that I left my bag there last night, which contained clothing and some documents regarding my campaign and marriage, no valuables - it was too heavy to carry around while trying to find somewhere warm to sleep. I have not yet retrieved it, as I went back for it this morning, however, found it missing; no one was supposed to know it was there, I was alone. I went to Msida the day before yesterday, I don't know what time it was, approximately 4pmish. It was raining and I found the doors of a little chapel situated in the side street of the Msida Council Open so I entered and looked around and found no one inside; the adjoining room had its lights off and was in the dark and empty (as there was no movement). I like to pray out loud, which would disturbs others and so I usually only stay in Chapels if I have it to myself. I AM SORRY TO HAVE SAY THIS TO ALL YOU BELIEVERS BUT I DO NOT BELIEVE IN CONFESSION AND WOULD NEVER SEEK COUNCIL FROM THE PRIEST/NUN BECAUSE I strongly believe that it's more important to take responsibility to correct your behaviors than to talk to a priest/nun just to do the same shit again, acting unconscionably and hurting others for your own personal gain – let guilt be your teacher. I was going to start praying The Rosary but my fingers were frozen cold and therefore I said a little prayer instead, pleading with Our Divine Mother to 'talk to their hearts (referring to Maltese Authorities responsible for housing) and allow me a roof over my head…’. I do not deserve the life of a street kid nor I am not an animal... and yes, I shed a little tear while I was in there;;; it was a private prayer between me and Our Holy Mother. Someone came racing into the chapel twice, forcing me to cease my prayers. I did not turn back to see the person as I was at the very front, positioned under the altar; however, I left immediately after that persons second visit who obviously needed The Chapel more than me. When I came outside it was still raining and I briefly took shelter in the foyer (on the ground floor) of the flats opposite The Chapel but soon enough I experienced hostility. A man and a women talking louder than usual (almost intentionally yelling) acting as though they were trying to alert someone, 'only goodness knows why I thought to myself' and then it made perfect since; my darling husband was there following me around as usual and colluding with the locals. They were trying to use my private time in the chapel as a point of referral to raise concerns of a mental illness;;; which may also explains the person entering the chapel twice while I was in there with my back turned but as I said, I did not look back to see who it was nor speak the them. I decided to go a different direction to my husband and crossed the road, a little lost at first, as I had nowhere to go and it was freezing. I took refuge on a communal park bench, a public access area and noticed a resident belonging to the flats close by racing outside to identify me and then quickly picked up her phone to raise the alarm, as if I was escaping crime of something stupid like that; but yet the crimes committed were against me. Then she started playing two faced, as if I didn't already know what she was up to; she offered me a cup of medicated coffee (maybe she thought I had a headache), which I declined and couldn't believe what I was being subjected to, I mean if this isn't a crime, then I don't know what is. It is highly illegal to medicate anyone without (a) their knowledge and (b) a script from a medical practioner - you cannot even psychiatrically access anyone without their knowledge (and in terms of an assessment, you must clearly state your position before hand to give the subject the option of free will, which is Maltese Law, under the civil code), let alone medicate them! Another lady from the flats witnessed this and came running out in disbelief, she was speechless and offered me a blanket to keep warm. I thanked them irrespectively and walked away tying to find shelter from the rain; …and they call me crazy hmmm??? I then tried to go back to St Julian's but my darling husband whom I love so much and obviously can't do without me, decided to race over in his borrowed scooter with his joy rider sitting on the back so I turned back and headed towards Qormi - The Airport was too far to walk and therefore, I stopped half way and sat in Burger King but as soon as I sat down to watch TV staff raised the alarm, a siren that was deafening it discouraged me from staying put, so I slept outside seated up-right; but when I am seated I sleep very lightly. Two men in their car stopped and insisted to give me a lift to where I want to go but I know better than to jump in a car with strangers and especially men in this country. In Australia it's relatively safe because you know what you’re dealing with upfront but it's not something you'd do here if you were smart, there are too many liars who deliver with a smile. They turned the corner and came back for a second try but once again I declined. Then they then threatened to involve the police and I welcomed them to do so and I was not committing a crime and was in a public access area and if the police so much as remove me against my will, it would constitute mis-conduct and a breach of the Police Act, Malta. Then I walked back to Sliema in the early hours this morning talking to no one. There is something I want to address before I end this communication and this one is for my husband. Because of him, I have ceased using face book. Yesterday a message notification came into ag12@y7mail.com account;;; I received a message that couldn't have possibly come from my son, as he doesn’t talk like that - I should know, I homeschooled him for 4years - telling me 'don't do anything stupid because when I am ready to speak to you again...', '…when you are better (refering to a mental health problem)...' and so on;;; I want to make it very clear that I caught my husband Bradley in the toilets of his grandmother's house when we were living there, hacking into my son’s facebook account and sending messages on his behalf, impersonating a minor with the exact same sentences that was received yesterday from my son's facebook account. The last time I had an online chat with my son he wanted to see and mentioned nothing about a mental illness. Australian Police work hand in hand by way of duty with the department of child protection and the mental health system (which is often used to silence whistle blowers), so if you are up against police corruption, what hope do you have of getting justice up against the most powerful government organizations as mentioned, and if you are a mother well you better hand on to your kids!!! This information was emailed to Malta Police and I have further requested access to all my files, including but not limited to any information handed over from Australian Authorities, (referring to The Federal Police Force and The Department of Child Protection), since my arrival in Malta, December 26th, 2012;;; so I can finally nail those bastards to the wall for their crimes and abuse of power of position. I believe it is my right to access such information under the fundamental rights of the European Union and intend to follow this up …BECUASE TO VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN MALTA, LET'S SAY NO MORE!!! Anne Agius (Gelicrisio) Maltese I.D. 225213L