The Anything and Everything CofE Blog: 2014

Sunday 28 December 2014

Oy, Guernsey, no asses allowed on the blog.
Why exactly do you want to know what happened with the diocese?
They imploded with their own stupidity and we all mooned them.

A look back at 2014

It is difficult to look back.
I could say it's been a tough year, but when have I ever had an easy year? :) I prefer to say, it has been a year full of growth and development and new hope in things where I thought all was lost. It has been a year full of challenges, a year full of harm by the Church of England and their associated agencies as well though.

In the beginning. January/February:

The year started with uncertainty and turbulance, I was still looking for a place to call home and I was still terrified of indoors and of the Diocese of Winchester and their associates and intrusions and harm to me.

Fortunately I have never been completely alone or unsupported, although the learning curve of learning to live indoors has been like coming off drugs and going cold turkey, and I still find indoors difficult, especially as, and this is hard to explain, after being used to the simplicity of the streets, I am 'house dyspraxic', I break things, bump things and stumble a lot indoors, I get bruised and things get dropped, spilled, bumped or broken. I have no recollection of this happening previous to being a rough sleeper, and it is frustrating.

The weather at the end of 2013 and beginning of this year was atrocious and thus it is a good thing I was off the streets.

At the beginning of February I took a room in a lodging House. It turned out to be like being in a homeless hostel only without Staff. And regular readers will remember, I was without lights, had water coming through the ceiling and mushrooms growing in the bathroom, while addicts and dealers argued over drug money in the hall.
The last straw was the kitchen being locked because it was a health hazard. But during the time I was there, I went cold turkey from rough sleeping and came through to be able to actually sleep at night indoors, albeit with earplugs!

In the meantime the Diocese of Winchester and their associates in Jersey who were doing a cover up for Jersey agencies and police caused me distress, and Jane Fisher's friends at Hampshire Social services decided to break the law and remind me of how they had protected her wrongdoing and refused to protect me from her, deeply distressing.

I continued to plead with Hampshire Constabulary to protect me from the Diocese of Winchester but instead they ignored me, but HMIC then gave Hampshire constabulary a VERY BAD report for doing exactly the same thing to other vulnerable people. About time someone held that corrupt force up to the public for their faults.

Hardly able to walk, and realising how little movement I had, I saw a back specialist and was told that though there was a lot of work needed, there was also a lot of hope. The situation improved steadily but it was to be a long process. The specialist said he could only do a fraction of what he needed to or it would be too painful. But one session was too painful one day, and I was ill with the after-effects, and stopped the treatment, at the time I only stopped temporarily, but as the Church of England problems continued, I was unable to allow time or pain, because I had to fight for my life against the Church. I also had to quit attachment therapy because of the church and because of finances. However, I may be able to resume therapy, not just for attachment disorder but also the rest of the range of my problems, in the New Year, if I can afford it, as well as having the therapeutic horse therapy.

March/April:
One evening as I sat in the early hours, listening to the violent fights in the corridor, I decided to once again override the Diocese of Winchester's branding of me, and I remembered when I was in my early 20s and I had a few happy years in a nice little bedsit. I wondered why on earth I could not live like that again even with the Diocese's branding of me and the loss of my career, I knew I could do better, but how?

I advertised for a bedsit, stating I was quiet and looking for somewhere quiet.
And the advert was answered by one person, the person who had the place of my dreams to let.
This person is referred to in the daily blog as 'The lesser spotted landlady' only as a joke, she is a lovely lady who I will always keep in touch with. I absolutely loved the flat and the council condemning the house shattered my life, but that comes later.

April and onwards:
Settled in a new flat and starting to live a fuller life now, I was unfit and could hardly walk, but as the weather got warmer, I started swimming and doing water-based exercise, and this was the beginning of an ongoing programme to improve my health and fitness, which I believed to be impossible but is now going incredibly well, it was partly despair and depression that led me to believe this and partly what a terrible shape I had got into on the streets and because of the church, I was destroyed. I am amazed at the way things have improved.

The blue bike. I cannot remember when my life was transformed by the blue bike, which gave me freedom, joy and mobility, and improved my muscle tone so well that my walking has improved, and I now walk without a stick, and I started wearing shoes sometimes instead of always wearing boots to help me walk, and now I wear shoes, although I am left in pain and hobbling sometimes. I never thought I would regain mobility and fitness as I have, and a change of asthma medicines as well really kicked off a revolution in my life, with my fitness and health improving immeasurably.

I was no longer terrified of indoors by now, but if anything to do with the church and their associates triggered distress or flashbacks I stopped sleeping and felt trapped.

April and May:

In April? The cold monsters in the Church of England announced they were going to release the Steel report, a biased conflicted report that defames me and defends the wrongdoers with a concocted story by the wrongdoers and their stories and a complete omission of my story, a but like the Korris report only much worse.
I asked the police for protection from harassment by the Church of England and they treated me as they have throughout this matter and acted for the Diocese again.

So I took the Church of England to court. And they seemed thrown by that, I have no idea who took them to court before over this matter, but I recall the Ould Bully proclaiming that he didn't think I had the ability, and in a way he was correct, but to save my life, I did, and they didn't seem prepared and arrogantly offered to the court not to release the report for 40 days and give 2 weeks notice, what utter insanity, how would that make any difference? It was a traumatic experience for me, but I was left astounded by the lengths that the Church would go to to cover up, yet again. They lied to a court of law! They compiled a complete statement of lies.
Well, I guess I should have expected that as they had already lied to two courts of law and three police forces about me and about their actions, leading to me being branded with an inaccurate record. But dishonesty from senior members of the church never ceases to astound and shock me.

It isn't over.

June/July:

We had a hot summer and I swam every day in the sea, and biked around happily along the seafronts and around town. I barely left the town and got to know people and was generally very happy in the town. I would have been on the beach more but the Church matter took up too much of my time, at the same time as I continued to develop my life through art classes and sessions at the daycentre.
I continued to live in fear of the church, although things had changed.

August/September:

I lost my ESA for a few months and was left destitute and was helped through by friends until my ESA was restored and backpaid.
The ESA system has changed for the worse.

My destroyer, Jane Fisher ruined my weekend with my adoptive parents and friends by adding me on twitter as if to jeer. The problem with her jeer was that I thought it was funny she only had about 27 friends and seemed to think twitter was the same as facebook, and was boasting about her life on there.
I had a minor breakdown so at the time it was far from funny, especially how, after wilfully destroying me, she boasts about being 'passionate about safeguarding', but what the church call safeguarding is not what is safeguarding in reality. Anyway, she boasted about being matey with Sally Dakin etc, and basically that nothing had been done about her serious misconduct. There was no doubt she didn't add me by accident and knew my avatar, after all, she has few friends and few people to follow, and my avatar makes it clear who I am.

So, I contacted the police, who were as helpful as they usually are when it comes to dealing with wrongdoers they protect because of status etc.

I have continued a complaint and they continue to fob me off. However, Jane Fisher apparently deleted her twitter account the same day, I was informed of this by friends on twitter after they supported me through the day and I had complained to the Diocese of Winchester and to the police.
At the time I was astounded that Fisher deleted her account, because she is arrogant and hard-nosed without remorse or conscience and spent three years and more deliberately smashing me down and defending my abusers and their colaberation and condemning and criminalizing me and lying as well. But the church's main focus, especially in safeguarding, is to protect themselves, at the expense of victims. Which would be the only reason she would delete her account.
The same day, a certain someone else related to this, added me on twitter and started asking on twitter what people thought of my legal letter to Bishop Dakin, and what people thought of Dakin. It appeared to be a bait. I gave a few responses for a laugh, not that I felt like laughing. And they left. It took me a long time to recover from Fisher's jeer.

Death.
One evening I looked out the window, having heard noise and the noise continued, and I was shocked to see a man lying on the pavement with paramedics trying to revive him and just giving up, he was dead.
It was late evening and raining heavily and the death became a suspected murder, and the whole night became full of emergency services and noise, tarpaulins and incident tents being battered by wind and rain, and the flat was so hot that I couldn't close the window, so I got little sleep, when I was due to go to my adoptive parents for the next day and had to start out early.
The police did house to house inquiries in the early hours and I spoke to them. I suffered double trauma from suddenly seeing a dead man and then all the police and ambulance all night. It took a while for me to recover.

Photography. I have spent most of the year indulging my passion of photography, which makes me very happy, and my Mum was delighted with my life collage, which she took to show off to our friends.

Two people have been kindly talking to me by email for the last six months of 2014, since Bob ceased to mediate and concentrated on the Jersey Care inquiry, and I appreciate that regular lifeline.

October/November/December:

During these months there was increasing interest from my friends in my written work, especially the short stories and so I have been encouraged to keep writing and look at getting work published, which is my project for 2015.

I was now also exercising really well, doing gym and swim regularly as well as biking everywhere, getting fit in a way I never imagined I would be able to, and also learning to cook and eat healthily as well. If only this had been possible before!

I also picked up my knitting again, deeply keen on creativity and seeing my life expand in all directions with never a shortage of activities to fill my time, I am still a bit hit and miss with my knitting :)

Sadly also, the news came that my home was condemned by the council as unfit for tenants. Unfair as it was a lovely flat in a lovely quiet house and we were all happy, but the council's stringent safety regulations means that the old house needed so much work to meet their standards that it could not be financially viable, so I had to look for a new home.
This devastated me as I had seen the flat as my permenant forever home after years of homelessness.
I am still devastated. We were given long notice but I was so unsettled and distressed that I decided to move as soon as possible and be settled somewhere for Christmas. Haha.

Also during this time, the Church Times released another defamatory attack on me, one of many done by their reporter Madaleine Davis, as well as the defamatory letters they published for Jersey clergy and their supporters.
This left me very ill. But this time I had had enough, the damage was done but this time I stood up to the Church Times and they whined miserably about how they 'Only produced facts' Rubbish, proven rubbish, where was my side published? It wasn't, the only resources they were using were the Church of England's defamatory inaccurate Korris report and the Jersey Deanery smear campaign, without including my side, so, facts? No.

Onwards. I took an expensive apartment in order to remain in my community, but I hated it.
However, two days after I moved, I was able to launch into, and complete within a week, my traditional Christmas walk for charity, 70 miles to provide 40 families with Christmas Hampers and gifts. I had a lovely, if tough, walk, and got hundreds of photos, and came to no harm apart from a shin splint.

I didn't settle in the new apartment, I worried about money, the rent was extortionate and as plumbing and boilers kept breaking, it became increasingly clear that this was a get rich quick scheme for the landlord and it was going wrong.
The apartments were brand new, a converted hotel. No soundproofing, lots of flaws, very uncomfortable and I was very unhappy.
But there was no way I could have replaced the old flat anyway.

I grew increasingly unhappy and tense in the new apartment and wasn't sleeping well. Trying to enjoy the run up to Christmas with the church events, the songs and decorations, but unhappy and out of my depth.

On Christmas eve I arranged rent in lei of notice, put my furniture in storage and took myself and what I needed, and came home for Christmas. I wont go back to the apartments. And I am peaceful here in a tenancy of lower rent and lower demands on me, somewhere I know and am happy enough to be.
And basically, that brings the year to a happier ending, and I am hoping for a better 2015, without needless cruelty from the Church of England.

I have enjoyed my Christmas so far, and was delighted to receive a lovely email from old friends yesterday, people asking how I am as I haven't been around. Heartwarming.

It has been a year of friendships, new and old, and a year of building and growing and learning to relate to people, the reactive attachment disorder and autism continue to stump me and stunt growth (which in turn always reminds me of the Diocese of Winchester's opinion of me as a result of my problems) but generally my ability to interact is better than it has ever been and I am less afraid of people and my agrophobia has mysteriously dwindled to almost nothing.

In 2015 I start equine therapy and also the more serious and intense therapy focussing on my problems and their origins.

You will notice I have started mentioning my adoptive parents on the blogs, and openly calling my Mum 'Mum'.
Those who don't know the story, this was nothing new, I didn't mention it because while I was homeless in Winchester in 2011, the Diocese tried their best to separate me from my adoptive parents when they were still new friends, but I have realised that despite the massive hurt the Diocese caused, they became powerless to prevent this friendship, despite the many other friendships of mine, long term, loving friendships that the Diocese destroyed because my friends there were Church of England and easily influenced, but my adoptive parents are Catholic, as I am.
This is the story, if you don't know it:
http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/my-adoptive-parents-i-wont-look-too.html#.VJ0x-sgJA

Lets go into 2015 with courage and hope. I will stand tall and continue to face off against the Great Grim Church and their vanity and arrogance and I hope they will let me continue to build my life out of the ashes of their repeated devastation of it. Life will be bound by the horrific one-sided record that the Diocese got me as a result of their failure to safeguard, or take responsibility, and all I can do is going on being creative with and in my life and keep up a steady programme of activities to prevent depression and hopelessness, and focus on the good in life, not the bad. I still have flashbacks and distress and I have learned to recognise this and work with it as it will continue this way indefinitely as will the fight with the church.

Happy New Year!

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Christmas prayers

Good morning.

Lettuce pray:

I pray for the Archbishop who has pneumonia. For a swift recovery.
And for anyone else with pneumonia or illness that has affected their Christmas, for healing and peace.

I pray for all the homeless at Christmas, especially rough sleepers who have lost hope, and see Christmas as a time when all sources of warmth and shelter are closed. Especially those in the snow and bad weather.
I pray for families homeless at this time, for hope, and that they are shown kindness.

I pray for any bereaved at this time, who are grieving, and for whom Christmas is an anniversary of loss. Comfort for them. Amen

I pray for all people who are like the drunk man on Christmas Eve, who see Christmas as a time to get drunk and put their health at risk, so they miss out on the joy and peace of the day. Safety and peace in Jesus Name.

I pray for any person who faces increased abuse or violence at Christmas, anyone who feels in danger or threatened, for their safety. Safety and peace for them, amen

I pray for all who feel lonely, unloved or hopeless. For joy and hope of new beginnings.

I pray for any child who didn't get presents or love on Christmas Day, for love and joy to be theirs from Jesus.

I pray a blessing on all who have helped and supported me this year. Especially Bob Hill and the two people who keep regular email contact with me.

And most of all, I pray that the Church of England repents it's duplicious ways and does indeed restructure, to remove the abuse of power, press propaganda and corruption and wrongful influence.

And I pray for Jersey, where the City of London and the Finance industry and Church decide who governs the island, and Islanders suffer as a result. I pray in Jesus Name for that system to be broken and those who have covered up or excused abuse and protected wrongdoers at the expense of their victims to be called to account. In Jesus Name, amen.

Blessings and peace to all, in Jesus Name, amen

Monday 22 December 2014

Daily Fail - Welby

DEAR 'Welby'

I am horrified to see that as well as not believing in God, you don't believe in the Ten Commandments either, and are slandering your Father in the National Paper,

although the Daily Fail, your private advertisement and propaganda paper is hardly a paper any more, it is one of the 'rag' papers these days, especially as you appear to pay the Daily Fail to personally show you off, which again is nothing to do with Jesus.

What amuses me though, is, that despite being your personal propaganda paper, they always refer to you as 'Welby' Which is a mark of contempt, to refer to someone by their surname only.

'Welby' This and 'Welby' that, makes you into an object of church propaganda and not a human being, which would explain a LOT.

Don't you think, that since saying you don't believe in God, and now you have stooped to publicly maligning your own parents to get attention and sympathy, you really have sunk to new lows, too low even for Church of England leadership, which is really saying something!

It is funny how your church didn't even murmur when you said you didn't believe in God.

You really are a very silly and vain man, full of affectation and pretence, and you are making a fool of your church, and it is time you left.

This 'Shake-up' you keep boasting about should include removing you.

Now, go and apologize to your parents, if they are still alive, and if not, you should be even more dreadfully ashamed of yourself and go and confess to a real priest and repent.

Especially as your time spent slandering and libelling your parents should be being spent on resolving the Jersey and Winchester matter.

It is no wonder, if you bad mouth your own parents in public, you have not been able to understand how wrong the actions of the Deanery and DIocese and church times have been against me.

There must be a time when your uncontrolled run of propaganda and lies in the press stops and you start dealing with the very serious issues in your church, such as employing a dangerous liar as a safeguarding officer and employing clergy in Jersey and a Bishop of Winchester who are without a shred of integrity or Christianity.

Use Jesus as a spirit level, would he approve of your continued harm to the vulnerable and your showing off in the press? No, because it is what the Pharisees did.

sincerely,

Sunday 14 December 2014

Rumblings

As Jersey continues to rumble quietly, a light blue Jaguar with a Jersey Number Plate is seen leaving a meeting with the Bishop.
And immediately afterwards, an unreasonable request is made of a member of the Jersey clergy, showing that all is not well.
Meanwhile an Ould visitor scans the Anything and Everything blog every evening. While rumours fly.
What is afoot?
Afoot is somthing on the end of aleg.

Monday 8 December 2014

A quick note to the Archbishop yesterday

Dear Justin Welby,

I was dismayed to see that you are advertising yourself and your church on the front paper of your newspaper, the Daily Mail again today.

Please would you think about the poor and consider donating the money you pay the Daily Mail to spearhead your self-glorification campaigns to organizations which help the poor, such as the Trussel Trust, who run so many foodbanks nationwide? That way, the poor Benefit, and your terrible propaganda that misleads anyone silly enough to read the Daily Mail or Church Times ends, kill two birds with one stone.

Because you have destroyed me through your million pound Winchester and Jersey cover up and condoned the actions of wrongdoers and allowed me to be extensively villified as a result of your and Dakin's self-glorifying pretence of a safeguarding investigation at my expense, I can't stand to see you making a loud empty noise about the poor from your palace. Before your church destroyed me, I was working and supporting myself, but since you permenantly destroyed and branded me, I am reliant on foodbanks and don't really want your input about them, especially as, the same as with the Jersey case, you seem entirely ignorant regarding foodbanks.

Are you aware of why Foodbanks are overloaded with destitute people now? Well, when foodbanks got established, the Government saw that this was good, and the government work in the same way as their government department, the Church of England do. The government abolished crisis loans and community care grants and started writing foodbank tickets for DWP customers who had no money due to one or other error or cruelty by the DWP, so the government send people to foodbanks to save the government money.

And who runs the foodbanks? The churches. And the churches feel that they are doing their Christian duty. So local to us, a talk was given of how the Churches were blessed (or rather gullible) to be taking such responsibilities as the government drop them.

The outcome is, no, the government wont support foodbanks, because, just as the church destroyed me and refuse to restore what they have taken from me, the government are not going to put right the Foodbank crisis that they have caused, and Nanny Welby whining and self-glorifying is a bit silly, especially as Nanny Welby should have quietly resigned after the 'Wonga' situation and then the horrific Jersey mess which remains in every way unresolved.

Putting it bluntly, deal with your own church and the problems they cause, rather than self-glorifying through the Newspapers that are on your private payroll, you have messed up so badly that it astounds me that you are even there, let alone self-glorifying through the press.

You have told the world that you doubt that there is a God, and you act as if there is no God, so please resign.

In recent news, I saw that a Vicar in the Blackburn Diocese and his daughter had been arrested. I saw no point to make in order to put that article on my blog, as it is one Priest and the church tend to trot out the line 'we are all human' as second best to the line 'Don't judge', which is usually used at a time when the church are being very judgemental.

But, the thing is, you claim to provide 'A Christian presence in every community' and as every day, other Press, not your pet Daily Mail, report on sex acts and depravity within the church, you are failing to provide that so-called Christian presence in every community and your safeguarding policy, which segregates and blames the vulnerable, is a joke.

So please, if you have time for your Pet Paper to interview you, you have time to take action both about the way you have destroyed me and also the mess your church is in. Do you think you could stop the headline self-glorification and crocodile tears until such a time as you have done so?

Or at least give me a break over Christmas from your insipid and duplicious noise?

Please note, that during the more recent destroyal of me, from March last year to the present time, you have never once found time to reply to my concerns, so please can the noise in the press stop because your priorities are wrong, deal with your church first, then show off in the paper.

I have had no apology for your destroyal of me, and there is no excuse whatsoever for the damage inflicted on me by the church of england, none whatsoever. You have showed that you are not a Christian Church and that your priorities are image, cover-up and self-glorification.

The foodbank self-glorification appears to be you marshalling your sheeple to adore you. The problem is, the church of england, a wealthy old club, have no understanding of foodbank clients, and treat them as naughty children, while your puffed up church members feel really good to be 'doing their Christian duty'. This is the real church of england, and any amount of 'working parties' about safeguarding will fail as long as you continue to equate safeguarding with looking down on, excluding and segregating vulnerable adults as you do in your policy of excluding the vulnerable from people's homes, and even boasting in the Church Times articles that 'people took vulnerable people in and thought they were doing the right thing'

Your attitude is inexcusable. I was damaged by this Church Policy where paedophiles who pay into the church coffers are allowed into the homes of clergy people, as my abuser in Jersey was, but I was excluded with no explaination from my curate friend's home as soon as Jane Fisher found out I was friends with the curate and would go round for tea, I was neither told nor had the policy explained to me, and it damaged my friendship with the curate before Jane Fisher proceeded to destroy that friendship by using the curate against me, and of course that isn't in any of the whitewash reports you have done at my expense, because you have excluded me from all reports.

Lets move on to other press-related issues.

The Church Times is barely a newspaper, used mainly for Church of England propaganda and self-glorification. And recently they and the Church's pretence of care for the vulnerable campaign made yet another boo-boo.

An article about the disabled in Church read that 'Disabled people couldn't read the liturgy, because it was aimed at the wealthy middles classes'.

Well yes, it is aimed at the wealthy middle classes, because it is their club. But you have all forgotten something, disabled people can be both wealthy and middle class.

The other boo-boo there was that autism is mentioned over and over again and while you/the Church times claim that that the 'Old English' of the liturgy is too complex for those such as us.

The Church remain in the dark ages with no understanding of people with disabilities.

Someone with autism is generally average to high intelligence, and many, such as myself, tend to speak rather formally and understand straightforward formal, standard and BBC English and find such language easier to work with than slang and sloppy English.

The thing that makes us unwelcome in the Church is not the liturgy, the liturgy never troubled me, what makes us unwelcome is that you are judgemental, unwelcoming, exclusive, your safeguarding is a joke, and you destroy and exclude and belittle vulnerable people, from your positions of wealth and power. The Church of ENgland is a club for the wealthy, with no understanding of the poor and vulnerable, and that isn't going to change under spin doctor like Paul Butler, who has protected Jane Fisher after her serious and illegal misconduct, as you yourself are also doing, in fact nothing will change as long as you continue to shout in the press and ignore the serious damage to me and others.

The other issue is that predators who have money, and even those who do not, know that the church is the best place for easy pickings, and if it comes to it, as demonstrated in Jersey and Winchester, when it comes to it, the Church will support them, the predators, and drive the victim out if they speak up. In My Case Jane Fisher supported both of my abusers and everyone who upheld them, and went out of her way to successfully and completely destroy me and cover for them and for her own misconduct, and I remain profoundly affected.

Part of the slanderous article in the church times that defames me as a result of the cover ups and conflicted investigations is that Eli Ward's case came up, and again in other press.

I have spoken to Eli at length, and the brief sentences where he says he is glad of the outcome and hopes the church will implement the suggestions for change belies the years of harm to him by the church, not just in abuse but in cover ups, the fact that he was also wrongly labelled insane, a common church and government trick to take away a victim's credibility.

What Eli told me is that the Great Grim Church are cowards who use intimidation, which I have certainly experienced and remain in fear for my life, home and liberty due to Jane Fisher's actions against me, and when Eli came out with his story against the church, he used his real name so that you could do nothing, it certainly played a part in you setting up the self-glorification and spin about safeguarding campaign, but until you can see us as real suffering human beings, you will never know what safeguarding is, nor impliment it, and as your reports still omit Jane Fisher's horrific actions, probably the best place for them to be heard is in court, a real court, not one I am flung into, voiceless and unheard after a beating and imprisonment as has happened several times due to your 'safeguarding officer' and her cover ups at my expense.

The church use the poor, they do not do as Jesus did and minister them, Jesus loved the lost and needy, you tread on them, use them and abuse them, leaving them voiceless and violated.

I was incredulous to see, a week or so after being left in collapse by the Church Times defamation of me more recently, that you were in the paper, Mindlessly praising journalists, what, the ones who defamed me to glorify you and your church? Madeleine Davis who has been slandering me for months on end? The Daily Mail journalists who kiss your feet? Yes, it must be wonderful to be the other side of the cover ups and propaganda and praise the journalists you use for propaganda, cover-ups and self-glorifications, but I can assure you, you have repeatly nearly cost me my life and health through the same, so again I say, sort your own house out before you continue to make a fool of yourself. And if you continue to harm me, I will take you back to court.

Do the right thing in God's eyes for the first time in your rather laughable term in office, deal with the Jersey and Winchester matter through an independent investigation.

I think I need to explain to you what independent means, it means outside of the church and people associated with the matters that have occured.

For example, Paul Butler is not independent, he is associated with Jane Fisher and the Montagues who abused me and were allowed to defend themselves by adding their voice to the wrongdoers in Jersey. John Gladwin, who is a Church of England Bishop who played a part in the Chichester cover up, is not independent, neither is Jan Korris, neither is Butler-Sloss, neither is Dame Heather Steel, so as yet all you have done is whitewash at my expense.

And please note, this is not just about abuse, it is about criminal activities by Jane Fisher in conjunction with two Bishops of Winchester,

Please enable an independent inquiry or I will return you to court to plead with a judge for this, if there is any judge left in this country who is not corrupt, freemason, on your payroll etc. Nonetheless, even if you kill me or imprison me as incessantly attempted by Jane Fisher to silence me previously, my voice will not go away and you are responsible in God's eyes for all your deceit, cover-up and harm to me and other vulnerable people.

Wealth, power, use of the press, propaganda, whitewashes, segregation of the poor and vulnerable, cover-ups and defamation are not things that Jesus did, so you either need to call it a day and stop claiming to be a 'Christian presence in every community' and stick with the wealth and power and abuse of the press, or you need to become Christians and stop doing the harm that you are doing.

No matter how tight your collective cover-ups are, it remains you have never given me a fair hearing at all, and have lied about this too, and until you put that right, you are in the wrong with God and thus not fit to be holding the positions that you hold.

So, years and years too late, when are you going to act on this matter? Without beating and imprisoning me to silence me!

sincerely,