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Saturday, 10 May 2014
Formal legal letter to the Archbishop of Canterbury
Formal legal letter to the Archbishop and all his subordinates in the Church of England:
Dear Archbishop Justin Welby and all staff and Employees of Archbishop Justin Welby, including Bishop Trevor Willmott and all Bishops, Diocesan and Church of England employees,
Dear Archbishop Welby,
This is a formal legal letter regarding the continued harm being inflicted on me by the Church of England.
This letter is to warn you that due to the continued and seemingly endless damage by the Church of England to me, I am looking at legal action and will again ask the police to intervene if you do not stop injuring me through interviews, press releases and unbalanced and biased reports into my case, all of which omit my side of things.
I have suffered at the hands of the Church of England for a number of years, and I continue to suffer as inane and aimless press releases that only seem to pretend that wrongdoers are alright, continue to be released.
Archbishop Welby, you appear to be unaware or uncaring of the harm that you and your Church are inflicting on me, and there is no excuse for it whatsoever. If you can continue to claim that this awful inexcusable mess is anything to do with me, then you need to also start listening to me, hearing my concerns and respecting my privacy by withdrawing this awful unholy mess and no longer humiliating and harming me by using my name in vain in all this. This is Your mess, not mine, and you are injuring me and compromising the rebuild of my life.
Throughout this matter I have been treated with complete contempt by yourself and the diocese of Winchester and threatened by Bishop Dakin for my pleas for this charade to stop and for the Diocese to be left alone.
And the horrifying thing is, there has been not an atom of integrity in your/the Diocese's actions.
When pleaded with to leave me alone, after threatening me, the Bishop eventually sent a message saying 'No unsolicited intervention, confirmed' on the same day he reinstated the Dean, he neither told me he was reinstating the Dean and claiming the Dean had acted in good faith, nor did he pass on the Dean's 'apology', which was even less of an apology than yours was.
And within Months Jane Fisher, the Diocesan Safeguarding officer who played a great part in destroying me and subsequently covered up her behaviour to the Bishop and in the inaccurate and unbalanced Korris report, which remains injuring me daily as, despite it's inaccuracies and my complaints, it is still published internationally on the internet as if it was anything other than a misleading and damaging waste of paper and money.
For 14 months solid I have been severely injured by the Church of Engloand, on top of the previous damage done, and it has cost me my college courses, volunteer work, friendships, community activities, and most of all, it is profoundly and severely affecting my health, the reality is, if this onslaught by your Church in pretence of safeguarding does not stop and I cannot be assured of safety from you and your church, I am extremely likely to either end up dependent on a wheelchair or more likely to be dead within the next year.
If you Love God, then you really must repent of these deceptions in the press that are about placating people and covering up what has happened, it is unseemly (or maybe not) for an Archbishop to act in this manner, and your show of caring for and apologizing to, abuse victims, is just that, a show, and it can be seen through by victims and by people who are not sheeple, ie do not blindly follow and believe the Church of England, myself and the Chichester Survivors included, and you have let them and me down in a way that is terribly wounding to Jesus, and you will have to face Him in Judgement and explain why you have done these deceitful and wounding things while pretending to care for the sake of a media audience.
You have always ignored my correspondence and your staff have treated me as insane when I have made contact to ask for this damage to stop. So please cease to use my name in vain in the media, indeed cease to mention me at all as each time you do, you cause me traumatic shock.
Please withdraw the Korris report from circulation as it is inaccurate and does not in any way describe me or the circumstances and omits both my and the churchwarden in question's account of things and has seriously psychologically injured me as it inaccurately describes me and undoubtedly deliberately, manages to omit Jane Fisher's misconduct while making out that she helped me, she did not, she destroyed me. There was and is no reason to internationally defame and humiliate me through the Korris report, and it does not accurately reflect me or what happened and has been used against me by total strangers, who have condemned me and left me wishing I was dead. How do you tell anonymous strangers who are attacking and verbally abusing you that what they are reading is utter rubbish created by a hateful church safeguarding officer to cover her own back, through an unqualified counsellor and should never have been published in the first place
It would also undoubtedly be Jane Fisher who has ensured that I have not been properly interviewed by the Church of England in the time since Bishop Dakin destroyed my life in 2013 by illegally having me traced by the police.
Please do not publish any further biased and inaccurate reports that omit my side of things, especially not the Steel report, which was done by a conflicted member of the Dean's support team and has been done against me to absolve the Dean and will be the last straw for my damaged and failing health if it is published.
You are to desist from further harm from me, otherwise you will be guilty of constructive murder, and even in my death, you will not be absolved, not by God and not by people who are following my story on the blogs, and hopefully not by the police, as no matter who holds what power in the Church of England, the damage being done to me and which has been done by the Church of England is a criminal offence, whether or not it is ever recorded as such.
Some of the criminal offences against me by the Church of England just relating the past 14 months include: harassment, defamation, libel, the unnecessary and cruel threats by Tim Dakin after he forced me into the matter by having the police trace me, the illegal tracing of me through the police, distress and damage to my health by the inaccurate and damaging reports against me and the smear campaign against me by the Jersey Deanery, the illegal attempt to refer me to the NSPCC by Jane Fisher, the attempt to force that illegal referral on me, the untruthful report by Tim Dakin claiming that his diocese had been working hard to get help for me, when the reality is that John Cameron of the NSPCC was a colleague of Jane Fisher, Jane Fisher who has inflicted severe and relentless damage on me, not least by her repeated illegal referrals and defamation of me from my time in Jersey to my homeless in Winchester and beyond.
At very least, when you do press releases and interviews, you need to start knowing the full picture, your interview on BBC Jersey was dreadful as you obviously didn't know or care about the situation that you were being interviewed about.
You are to bring this ongoing charade regarding Jersey to a close without harming me further and the Church of England are to officially, finally and without exception, to leave me and my life alone.
This is a warning, a legal letter of intent to seek action against the Church of England if they do not stop needlessly inflicting harm and suffering on me.
sincerely,
HG - Jersey abuse survivor
Blogs about the Archbishop talking pants on BBC Jersey
http://tonymusings.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/flying-bishops-correction.html
http://tonymusings.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/byzantine-interim-episcopal-oversight.html
http://introducingjersey.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/jesus-loves-jersey.html
http://bobhilljersey.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/jerseys-dean-archbishop-of-canterbury.html
http://photopol.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/jesus-loves-jersey.html
http://tonymusings.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/byzantine-interim-episcopal-oversight.html
http://introducingjersey.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/jesus-loves-jersey.html
http://bobhilljersey.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/jerseys-dean-archbishop-of-canterbury.html
http://photopol.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/jesus-loves-jersey.html
Friday, 9 May 2014
Statement about the Archbishop's interview
09/05/2014
I am writing in response to the Archbishop's statement on BBC Jersey.
I have to say, and it is the opinion of others too. That the Archbishop didn't seem to have a point to his interview, and thus I wonder why he agreed to an interview.
The closest that myself and others could come to a point in his interview was that he appeared to be trying to say everyone in the matter is just fine.
How very confusing. I would disagree with him.
He praises and upholds Bishop Dakin, who launched the public attack on the Jersey Deanery with the Korris report, an inaccurate and inadequate report into the matters that occurred around the churchwarden abusing me, and he thus caused the reaction of anger and rebellion in the Jersey Deanery, which was completely avoidable and at the same time caused me severe harm on top of the damage already done.
If I was Archbishop Welby, I wouldn't be saying that Tim Dakin was great and did well.
Because all that Bishop Dakin has achieved is injury, division and needless harm, thus I have to disagree with Archbishop Welby, who appears to only be taking part in an interview to placate all, and wandering from the reality of the matter, of which he seems to have minimal understanding.
The Archbishop states his faith in the Dean of Jersey, but equally claims to stand by his apology to me.
My mind boggles as I try to comprehend this.
So, he he believes in the Dean? And he still apologizes to me for the handling of my complaint?
I can't really comprehend this. I wonder if anyone else can unravel what he means by this?
Bearing in mind that he was speaking on BBC Jersey and obviously doesn't want to rock the boat again, and also that he hasn't actually personally apologized to me or even read my correspondence, he simply issued a vague apology in the press at the same time as that inaccurate Korris report, that damaged me horribly, was issued; Neither the Bishop nor the Archbishop have at any point arranged to meet me and apologize in person or get my side of the Story. And thus, all reports since are unbalanced.
Despite correspondence sent to him, the Archbishop seems completely unaware of my story and of the fact that I have been and am suffering very badly as a result of this ongoing matter, which is affecting my life and health profoundly and leaving me in constant fear of further damage.
The Archbishop claims that he 'has to make sure I am receiving pastoral care' Is he really not aware after all the harm done to me by this badly handled issue and the record that I have as a result of the Church of England, that 'pastoral care' from the Church of England is not welcome, and that I only feel violated by the interventions by the Church of England, which so far in the past year has only been offered in the form of an illegal referral to the NSPCC by Diocesan Safeguarding officer Jane Fisher, who has severely damaged me and who did not have my permission to refer me to anywhere, especially not as I had a formal complaint against her at the time, which continues to be blankly ignored by the Church of England.
My pastoral care is in my own hands, and the repeated forced interventions by the Church of England are a violation akin to rape, and my response to these forced violations is the anger for which they have previously had me detained and brutalized by the police.
The referral to the NSPCC was ridiculous, firstly due to the fact that I am no longer a child and do not have care of a child, as well as the fact that the referral was made without my consent and the Diocese knew my feelings about Jane Fisher from my re-iterated complaint against her last year, and the fact was that not only was the referral done without my consent, it was attempted by the Bishop to force this 'help' on me, and this caused massive distress, this was at the point where I wrote my legal letter to the Bishop -which can easily be found on my blog.
Those who don't know, the Bishop made veiled threat of further action against me when I cried to him in distress and horror when he had me forcibly traced and violated by police in March 2013, when the very reason I responded was because HE HAD HAD ME TRACED, WRONGLY AND SHOCKINGLY THROUGH THE POLICE, only to ignore my questions why and my distress, and I was afraid of a repeat of the continued violations of my private life and illegal interventions and referrals and violations by Jane Fisher and Bishop Scott-Joynt in Jersey and Winchester in 2008-2011 that led to them repeatedly having me brutalized by police and locked up for my response. Jane Fisher and Bishop Scott-Joynt treated my rights and privacy as a joke and prevented me from ever getting help or being able to trust, they destroyed my friendships, social life, career, community work, hope and future, and that remains the case.
The attempts by the Church to force help on me alongside making a massive public disaster about the historic abuse complaint and then attempting to put it all right in an even more damaging way, is not remotely Christian, and Tim Dakin's dreadful 'lost last and least statement' where he claimed that his staff had 'been working hard' to get me help, when the reality was that they had tried to force me to be in contact with a colleague of Jane Fisher's from the NSPCC is dire and very unchristian.
So I am not sure why the Archbishop is praising Bishop Dakin, especially as he has damaged lives, especially mine, for no reason, wasted hundreds of thousands of pounds, and continues to leave me in fear that my newly rebuilt life will be destroyed again by this matter.
The reality is that this matter has been handled terribly on all sides and maximum harm has been done to me as a result, whereas in my life, I had made my confession to God for my sins of anger and distress as my Post-Traumatic-Stress went out of control in Jersey and was made increasingly worse by Jane Fisher's actions, I had left this matter in the past, and the way it has been publicly dragged up and I have been publicly flogged for it is horrific, the Church of England demonstrating that in 2000 years they have not changed from the crowd that called for Jesus' public flogging and crucifiction as they are doing the same to me.
I gather that either the Archbishop was ill-prepared for his interview on BBC Jersey and had little understanding of the matter, or he was badly briefed. He certainly demonstrated that despite me writing to him, he has not read my letter and has no understanding of my circumstances. But it is absolutely baffling how he can be on BBC Jersey praising people who have made such a mess, the gulf between the reality of the situation and the Archbishop's words are horrendous as I live each day expecting the CofE's unbalanced reports and damage limitation press releases to harm me further.
HG
Personal message to the Archbishop of Canterbury:
What I would ask of the Archbishop, if he cares in the slightest and is not just speaking empty words from a brief put together by others, is:
Firstly, please read my side of things, and do not violate my life and privacy further by dragging this matter up in the media, you make me ill when you do this, please do not publicly praise people who have done wrong, it makes me ill, please do not insinuate that my pastoral care is remotely to do with your Church who have destroyed me and left me destroyed, especially as you and your church ignore my correspondence and have not dealt with Jane Fisher's wrongdoing and continued violation of my rights and privacy by her continued illegal interventions which started in Jersey and continued even until last year.
Please stop this childish charade and close the matter down with no further harm to my life and reputation, you are making my life and relationships very hard and disrupting my therapy, you have done throughout this matter and appear to have complete disregard for my life and feelings as a human being.
And please remember, you have not yet produced a report or carried out an investigation which represents my full story accurately, and yet you have allowed investigations which interview supporters of the Dean who have never met me.
Please do not underestimate the toll that this is taking on my physical health, if this matter kills me, you will not be able to credibly talk about pastoral care and my welfare, nor will your 'apology' be of any worth, be aware that I have asthma and high blood pressure and heart problems that have been frequently triggered by this terrible matter and it does put me at risk from death.
If you consider yourself a Christian, then be aware that what you and your Church are doing in being less than honest about what is and has gone on and if you continue to harm me with forced 'help' or media releases, you cannot continue to call yourselves Christians any longer. Remember Jesus' reaction to the people about to stone a woman for adultery? The way I have been publicly flogged and branded by the Church of England is as bad as that attempted stoning, and Jesus sin't standing there condoning what you are doing to me, so when is this matter to be concluded and the public flogging of me to stop? Do you or any of you think you will stand before God after this dreadful mess and the cover-ups and 'smoothing down' of this dreadful mess?
What is so terrible about me, for sins past and repented that is worse than what my abusers and their supporters have done, that they are not publicly flogged and I am?
HG
That Christmas 2009
It was heading towards Christmas 2009.
I was suffering and traumatized by the police and the way I was treated in Jersey as a result of the way I had reported the churchwarden and also Jane Fisher's nasty and senseless communications which left me in more despair than anything else.
I had made up my mind to commit suicide at Christmas and leave a letter explaining to the haters how badly being regressed to young childhood and abused and then vilified for reporting the abuse had affected me (as if they would care!).
I was very unhappy, the world was dark with no light and no-one to turn to.
But I remember being able to do something that brought light to my world as well as to others, and it is something that I just really wanted to do.
I asked my friend who went into the nursing home several times a week, presumably to teach something?
If she would get me the names of all the residents and if they preferred to be known by first names or more formally - as some older people do.
When she got me the list of names, I did a Christmas card for all 64 or so residents, because I knew that some of them wouldn't get any other cards.
I am very shy of people, afraid of people, but I know that each human being is valuable and matters, no matter what their age or state of health.
But the response to my cards surprised me, not only the residents greeting me by name and smiling and waving when I walked past, but also their families and visitors, and I received a number of cards in reply, everyone was so nice! And from that, I ended up in regular conversation with a number of people, and this led to my confidence and conversation building remarkably.
That Christmas, within the weeks up to Christmas, as I searched the internet looking at the most effective methods of suicide, I came across Maytree Sanctuary for the suicidal, and applied to go there, within the week before Christmas, I completed my self-referral to Maytree and went there for Christmas.
My journey to Maytree was disasterous, this is when the heavy snow was falling, and it looked like the plane wouldn't even leave Jersey, but it did, and when we landed at Gatwick, our plane had a good old scary skid along the runway!
Arriving at Gatwick in the heavy snow, trying to get the coach looked impossible as snow was affecting the coaches and there were no announcements and no-one could adequately explain what was going on, but thankfully I eventually got a coach, my phone was on a Jersey sim and hardly worked in the UK so I could not let Maytree know what was going on as it took hours and hours to get to London and to Maytree, I ended up in tears in a phone box trying to explain to Maytree and then eventually got to them, very upset.
I think I was tired and it was late when I got there and they made sure I had a hot drink and food before bed.
The stay there was generally pleasant, and I had my own room with ensuite, and no-one was supposed to come into my room unless they were concerned for my safety but one volunteer barged in anyway.
One of the ways Maytree helps people is through talking, and we talked a lot, there were a number of volunteers at Maytree and so I met a lot of people, but the one I found easiest to talk to was retired tube driver called R.
I came downstairs and the kitchen smelled of frying breakfast and Richard was there with the garden doors open, frying breakfast, he was great to talk to and we talked a lot, he told me about his late wife who was a beautiful Indian lady, he fell in love with her the minute he saw her, but she never wanted flowers, because she was a mechanic, she always wanted new spanners and tools :)
Maytree was great, we went looking for a turkey on Christmas eve, but they were sold out so we got a duckling, not a duck but a duckling! :) I feel bad about having eaten one of those little fluffy yellow beeping things. But I have a feeling it was a rather grown up duckling. Them beeping yellow things are too small to have the meat on them that the 'duckling' we cooked did.
It was good to have Christmas, if I had stayed in Jersey I would have had no Christmas and I would have been dead.
And, looking at what happened in the following year, maybe death would have been better, although I would have missed out on my awesome experience of sleeping rough if I had died.
(and I still believe this church matter may kill me yet).
So time at Maytree was spend relaxing, talking, enjoying good food and drink and lots of Christmas cake, it was all good.
I went for walks, and was surprised that there in the dirty, dog-messy streets, everyone said 'good morning' and 'Happy Christmas', I went into a Catholic church one day and lit candles, asked Philip LeClaire what the difference between the red and blue candles was and got no response.
But there was a notice in church that eternally amused me.
It read:
'Please note, the heating is off due to a leek in the pipes'
I couldn't help wondering how the leek got there and why they couldn't fish it out :)
Anyway, on Christmas Day, I went to the morning service at a local Church of England/Charismatic church, a pretty young lady from Maytree came with me, it was incredibly funny how, after the service, all the Charismatic men came up to us and started chatting with her and ignoring me, she was not a Christian but had offered to accompany me for support and safety. The men really liked chatting to her, they hardly said hello to me! :)
I wrote an amused letter to the church and told them I had enjoyed the service and been amused by the men's keenness on my companion, they wrote a friendly letter in reply, saying I was always welcome to drop in.
One of the lovely parts of the service was when they let a net of balloons down from the roof, the children ran riot!
Anyway, before I left Maytree, the person in charge met with me and talked with me about my strengths and plans for the future, I found that empowering, but lost the letter when I had to leave Jersey, and Maytree wouldn't let me have another copy.
The problem with Maytree, excellent as they were, the communication wasn't good, and before I went, a woman tried to get me to fill in a questionaire that even she didn't understand, and it included asking me if I was an abuser, apparently, but she didn't know or wasn't clear what the questions meant and I was left very upset. She then said that it didn't matter anyway and I didn't need to fill it in. That was awful, it was intrusive and distressing and undid some of the good by stressing me.
I left Maytree and sadly, walked into terrible football crowds on the underground and was trapped and panicked.
Thankfully a member of tube staff rescued me and got me back to Central London, and I headed for Hampshire to my friends (who the diocese have since taken from me).
I arrived back in Jersey feeling refreshed and determined to move forward positively, Jane Fisher had temporarily shut up, or so it seemed, as I had written to Scott-Joynt just before Christmas, as I expected to be dead in the new year and wanted him to know that Fisher had been bullying me and making life hell.
The Korris report claims Scott-Joynt wrote to me, he did not, he didn't have my address, of course at that stage I wasn't going to tell anyone in the Church where I lived, life was hell enough in the community because I was shunned.
So I resumed life and was surprised by the curate who had been so rude and snappy before Christmas -when her cousin comitted suicide.
She really wanted to be in contact and see me, I was surprised, so I took her a load of firewood logs.
I had no idea that we were at the start of Jane Fisher using her further to harm me.
One of Fisher's greatest triumphs against me was the way she wrecked a safe and healing relationship and used that curate against me in the most terrible and damaging way and also brought the dean into it, again, as she continued to do, leaving me with no safe and private church relationships and help, it is a deep wound.
So this was 2010 now, the beginning of the end as I continued to be damaged by the church of england.
I was suffering and traumatized by the police and the way I was treated in Jersey as a result of the way I had reported the churchwarden and also Jane Fisher's nasty and senseless communications which left me in more despair than anything else.
I had made up my mind to commit suicide at Christmas and leave a letter explaining to the haters how badly being regressed to young childhood and abused and then vilified for reporting the abuse had affected me (as if they would care!).
I was very unhappy, the world was dark with no light and no-one to turn to.
But I remember being able to do something that brought light to my world as well as to others, and it is something that I just really wanted to do.
I asked my friend who went into the nursing home several times a week, presumably to teach something?
If she would get me the names of all the residents and if they preferred to be known by first names or more formally - as some older people do.
When she got me the list of names, I did a Christmas card for all 64 or so residents, because I knew that some of them wouldn't get any other cards.
I am very shy of people, afraid of people, but I know that each human being is valuable and matters, no matter what their age or state of health.
But the response to my cards surprised me, not only the residents greeting me by name and smiling and waving when I walked past, but also their families and visitors, and I received a number of cards in reply, everyone was so nice! And from that, I ended up in regular conversation with a number of people, and this led to my confidence and conversation building remarkably.
That Christmas, within the weeks up to Christmas, as I searched the internet looking at the most effective methods of suicide, I came across Maytree Sanctuary for the suicidal, and applied to go there, within the week before Christmas, I completed my self-referral to Maytree and went there for Christmas.
My journey to Maytree was disasterous, this is when the heavy snow was falling, and it looked like the plane wouldn't even leave Jersey, but it did, and when we landed at Gatwick, our plane had a good old scary skid along the runway!
Arriving at Gatwick in the heavy snow, trying to get the coach looked impossible as snow was affecting the coaches and there were no announcements and no-one could adequately explain what was going on, but thankfully I eventually got a coach, my phone was on a Jersey sim and hardly worked in the UK so I could not let Maytree know what was going on as it took hours and hours to get to London and to Maytree, I ended up in tears in a phone box trying to explain to Maytree and then eventually got to them, very upset.
I think I was tired and it was late when I got there and they made sure I had a hot drink and food before bed.
The stay there was generally pleasant, and I had my own room with ensuite, and no-one was supposed to come into my room unless they were concerned for my safety but one volunteer barged in anyway.
One of the ways Maytree helps people is through talking, and we talked a lot, there were a number of volunteers at Maytree and so I met a lot of people, but the one I found easiest to talk to was retired tube driver called R.
I came downstairs and the kitchen smelled of frying breakfast and Richard was there with the garden doors open, frying breakfast, he was great to talk to and we talked a lot, he told me about his late wife who was a beautiful Indian lady, he fell in love with her the minute he saw her, but she never wanted flowers, because she was a mechanic, she always wanted new spanners and tools :)
Maytree was great, we went looking for a turkey on Christmas eve, but they were sold out so we got a duckling, not a duck but a duckling! :) I feel bad about having eaten one of those little fluffy yellow beeping things. But I have a feeling it was a rather grown up duckling. Them beeping yellow things are too small to have the meat on them that the 'duckling' we cooked did.
It was good to have Christmas, if I had stayed in Jersey I would have had no Christmas and I would have been dead.
And, looking at what happened in the following year, maybe death would have been better, although I would have missed out on my awesome experience of sleeping rough if I had died.
(and I still believe this church matter may kill me yet).
So time at Maytree was spend relaxing, talking, enjoying good food and drink and lots of Christmas cake, it was all good.
I went for walks, and was surprised that there in the dirty, dog-messy streets, everyone said 'good morning' and 'Happy Christmas', I went into a Catholic church one day and lit candles, asked Philip LeClaire what the difference between the red and blue candles was and got no response.
But there was a notice in church that eternally amused me.
It read:
'Please note, the heating is off due to a leek in the pipes'
I couldn't help wondering how the leek got there and why they couldn't fish it out :)
Anyway, on Christmas Day, I went to the morning service at a local Church of England/Charismatic church, a pretty young lady from Maytree came with me, it was incredibly funny how, after the service, all the Charismatic men came up to us and started chatting with her and ignoring me, she was not a Christian but had offered to accompany me for support and safety. The men really liked chatting to her, they hardly said hello to me! :)
I wrote an amused letter to the church and told them I had enjoyed the service and been amused by the men's keenness on my companion, they wrote a friendly letter in reply, saying I was always welcome to drop in.
One of the lovely parts of the service was when they let a net of balloons down from the roof, the children ran riot!
Anyway, before I left Maytree, the person in charge met with me and talked with me about my strengths and plans for the future, I found that empowering, but lost the letter when I had to leave Jersey, and Maytree wouldn't let me have another copy.
The problem with Maytree, excellent as they were, the communication wasn't good, and before I went, a woman tried to get me to fill in a questionaire that even she didn't understand, and it included asking me if I was an abuser, apparently, but she didn't know or wasn't clear what the questions meant and I was left very upset. She then said that it didn't matter anyway and I didn't need to fill it in. That was awful, it was intrusive and distressing and undid some of the good by stressing me.
I left Maytree and sadly, walked into terrible football crowds on the underground and was trapped and panicked.
Thankfully a member of tube staff rescued me and got me back to Central London, and I headed for Hampshire to my friends (who the diocese have since taken from me).
I arrived back in Jersey feeling refreshed and determined to move forward positively, Jane Fisher had temporarily shut up, or so it seemed, as I had written to Scott-Joynt just before Christmas, as I expected to be dead in the new year and wanted him to know that Fisher had been bullying me and making life hell.
The Korris report claims Scott-Joynt wrote to me, he did not, he didn't have my address, of course at that stage I wasn't going to tell anyone in the Church where I lived, life was hell enough in the community because I was shunned.
So I resumed life and was surprised by the curate who had been so rude and snappy before Christmas -when her cousin comitted suicide.
She really wanted to be in contact and see me, I was surprised, so I took her a load of firewood logs.
I had no idea that we were at the start of Jane Fisher using her further to harm me.
One of Fisher's greatest triumphs against me was the way she wrecked a safe and healing relationship and used that curate against me in the most terrible and damaging way and also brought the dean into it, again, as she continued to do, leaving me with no safe and private church relationships and help, it is a deep wound.
So this was 2010 now, the beginning of the end as I continued to be damaged by the church of england.
nortyness
Bien que l'histoire est incomplète
parce qu'ils disent que libération s'est produite
le 9 mai
Mais quand ils ont libéré Jersey
ils ont oublièrent les États
et
la Police
Jonny est un sandwich au court d'un pique-nique
Just for fun -email sent 20/07/2013 to the Bishop
Bob talks about things and people having teeth all the time, but I have yet to understand what it means, hence adding it at the end of this email.
I found this while looking for the email or blog post from last summer in which I suggested that the Channel Islands were transferred to a better diocese with proper safeguarding.
20/07/2013
Dear Bishop Tim,
I found this while looking for the email or blog post from last summer in which I suggested that the Channel Islands were transferred to a better diocese with proper safeguarding.
20/07/2013
Dear Bishop Tim,
I woke up in the night with distresses and then I started thinking about your email subject boxes yesterday and how you say you would like to answer my questions in an email.
I will share my thoughts and a solution.
Firstly I am pleased for your sake that you appear to have at least one person who has some understanding.
Emailing only on a Friday and being civil does help. So pat someone on the back for advising you that.
I would say that Scott-Joynt should have tried Fridays and being civil, but I wont bother.
But regarding you answering my questions, I am pretty sure that you emailing me will not answer my questions.
For example, how would you answer your public absolving of the Dean for what he did, which was so very incongruent in light of the evidence and also the fact that no further enquiry had been made when you publicly cleared him, thus clearing the way for the hate campaign against me to be justified?
Do you think you can answer that without making me commit suicide? because you and I know that that was a travesty, and nothing Luther Pendragon writes for you will be a satisfactory answer for me.
No answers will change the damage to me.
Then the conflicted investigation that you have allowed to continue, that is more of the same. You wont answer me truthfully because you cannot change a conflicted investigation into something it is not, neither you nor Luther Pendragon can do that, no matter how much you talk.
The Korris report and why you didn't get Jan Korris to contact me on this email address to get my views? The Diocese were not blocked, the only person blocked was Jane Fisher because she was causing me unbearable distress and I was advised to block her. Just as she, the Dean and the Bishop could have blocked me when they decided not to bother with my complaint and have me made a criminal in front of my free and laughing abusers and their supporters.
I think that if you get Luther Pendragon to write you an email for you to copy and paste regarding any of the above questions and more, that will kill me, because I cannot take any more. Luther Pendragon is not you and they do not know me, they are a worldly, Godless company that screw people over for a lot of money in return for lying and covering their backs, and so they have done a lot of damage to you, to me, and to everyone. So Luther Pendragon do not answer questions truthfully, they do it with flowery edges so you don't see the darkness inside, because that is what they are paid to do.
You know what, you could give me some of the money you waste on Luther Pendragon so that I stop worrying where my next meal is coming from, and you could do a better job yourself.
So, here is a solution:
Bob Hill, who has acted as my mediator, as you know, says that you ignore him.
But Bob is a man of great integrity and courage. He likes the truth.
so why don't you give him an answer to my questions.
The answers wont hurt Bob.
He is there to collect such information, and you could have been talking to Bob about all this since ages ago if you had only thought about it! I am surprised that you have not actually spoken to Bob, after all, that is what he has been there for.
And he can do you a blog of your answers if you like, call it 'Bishop Tim's Answers to HG' or something.
That will make it all better. That way you can be clear and stop all the confusion.
Wouldn't it be so much better for you to talk to Bob, man to man, no fear of causing upset, straight talk, honest answers?
The best thing is, Bob is not autistic, so you don't need to email him on Fridays, because he lives in a house all the time and has a cat and some teeth. So you can email Bob your answers any day and his cat sits on the computer.
Liberation Day
It is Liberation Day in Jersey, and it will be the same as ever.
The churchwarden and his wife always sneak into the restricted area and sit on the bench there.
It is very crowded indeed.
The reinactment, that I was privileged to take part in one year, will happen, with the soldiers throwing sweets to the crowd and going up on the balcony to put the flags out.
And Bailhache will be shooting his mouth off and snubbing abuse victims in his speech as he famously did one year?
I know I am supposed to write about that one day, people keep mentioning it to me.
For those in Jersey who join in with liberation day, and not all do, the day is like a party, which it should be, and after the celebrations in the square, people convene to the beer tent and the pubs, while those of us who don't drink, are left feeling a bit lost.
I remember this conversation from liberation Day, 2 grockles and K.
Grockles to K: Oh this is fun! Are you here on holiday too?
K: No, I was down there on the pier when the Island was liberated.
I am glad I am not in Jersey today as I am not very well and would not be able to cope with the crowds, I can hardly walk.
The sad thing is to me, it feels as if Jersey was never properly liberated but is still under oppression, but they simply live with it now.
The churchwarden and his wife always sneak into the restricted area and sit on the bench there.
It is very crowded indeed.
The reinactment, that I was privileged to take part in one year, will happen, with the soldiers throwing sweets to the crowd and going up on the balcony to put the flags out.
And Bailhache will be shooting his mouth off and snubbing abuse victims in his speech as he famously did one year?
I know I am supposed to write about that one day, people keep mentioning it to me.
For those in Jersey who join in with liberation day, and not all do, the day is like a party, which it should be, and after the celebrations in the square, people convene to the beer tent and the pubs, while those of us who don't drink, are left feeling a bit lost.
I remember this conversation from liberation Day, 2 grockles and K.
Grockles to K: Oh this is fun! Are you here on holiday too?
K: No, I was down there on the pier when the Island was liberated.
I am glad I am not in Jersey today as I am not very well and would not be able to cope with the crowds, I can hardly walk.
The sad thing is to me, it feels as if Jersey was never properly liberated but is still under oppression, but they simply live with it now.
Thursday, 8 May 2014
Tuesday, 6 May 2014
Monday, 5 May 2014
Could you all contact the Archbishop and appeal for this murderous charade to stop - to save my life.
An email to the Bishop of Winchester and The Archbishop of Canterbury:
Tim Dakin and Bob Key between them have wasted more than half a million and left an abuse survivor ruined.
Archbishop Welby thinks Bishop Dakin is great, and that Bob Key is someone to have faith in.
Archbishop stands by his 'apology' to me, even though he never apologized to me and is wrecking my already wrecked life and is doing and has done nothing to help me.
Church of England classic!
You, the Church of England, are killing me in a very slow and horrible way by causing repeated collapses.
You are a dreadful, deceitful and very very evil and unchristian organization, and your press releases are nothing to do with Christ, how can lies and cover-ups that are killing someone slowly and extremely horribly be Christian?
Today I had a collapse as a result of the rubbish spewed by Welby on BBC Jersey,
so why does he stand by an apology that never happened and why is my legacy to be a thousand despairing screams of help to people who's vain waffle about caring does not match the reality of the harm that is being done to me?
Why does Welby stand by an apology he never gave and at the same time condone the man who did the harm? Makes sense? No, like the rest of this horrific mess and most of the CofE press releases ever.
The CofE needs a new press co-ordinator, they have not made sense throughout this awful murderous, sick and twisted charade.
In all seriousness, I am likely to die if this kind of stress continues to cause nervous collapses, tachycardia and high blood pressure.
I AM DOWN AND UNABLE TO KEEP GETTING UP, AND THIS PACK OF HUMAN HYENAS WHO CALL THEMSELVES CHRISTIANS WILL NOT STOP INFLICTING HARM ON ME WHILE I AM DOWN.
Just to add, it is very interesting to hear that it was the Bishop's staff who pushed for the channel islands to be moved to Canterbury, for Bishop's staff, read 'Jane Fisher'.
HG
The End
Well it looks like despite everything I have done to plead with the CofE and the police, the CofE are about to publicly and finally destroy me for the wrongdoers in Jersey,
there is no way I can withstand any further harm, I am tired and ill and have done my very best but I can't build a life strong enough to survive them.
there is no way I can withstand any further harm, I am tired and ill and have done my very best but I can't build a life strong enough to survive them.
Sunday, 4 May 2014
Boat Show
I loved the Jersey Boat show, loved going out on the boats and looking at the different stalls and activities, loved helping out, as I did in the last year.
Thankfully the churchwarden didn't have time for the boatshow, or when he did, it was so crowded that I could avoid him.
I remember seeing his son and daughter-in-law there, with the poor forgotten toddler on the end of her reins while her parents were busy talking to people, that child had a bigger party for her first or second birthday than I ever had for any Birthday and yet, she always came across as forgotten to me, I remember her crawling around the living room when the church warden was paying attention only to me, and the toddler climbed up on the sofa with us, and still the churchwarden was more interested in me than his grand daughter, who he virtually ignored, I didn't, I gave her a cuddle, poor little mite.
I remember the daughter in law talking about how the toddler had had a cold and was cranky 'just' when she (the daughter in law) really needed company.
I was astounded, a child isn't a substitute for a friend!
The way she said it, she was making the child into a substitute for friends.
Oh, I worry for that little child, her grandad is not an honest man and the child always seemed forgotten apart from the grandmother who really fawned over the child.
Jersey is not a very healthy place to grow up in anyway.
Anyway, back to the boat show, oh it was lovely, the boats, the trips out on the bay, the atmosphere, my sailing people all there, and helping out.
The bad bit of course, was the Dean strutting about, the pomp and circumstances that is supposedly to do with God but is not anywhere in Jesus' teachings.
The Dean who rubbished an abuse victim in favour of the abuser, and encouraged and facilitated smears against the victim and yet who has been upheld by the Church of England, showing eternally that they are not a Christian church, but are about who has the money and the power.
Here I am, not exactly wishing I was at the boat show, because I would rather be here, but I cannot sail because of my injuries, if I progress, I may sail again next year, if I don't progress, I wont sail again.
Thankfully the churchwarden didn't have time for the boatshow, or when he did, it was so crowded that I could avoid him.
I remember seeing his son and daughter-in-law there, with the poor forgotten toddler on the end of her reins while her parents were busy talking to people, that child had a bigger party for her first or second birthday than I ever had for any Birthday and yet, she always came across as forgotten to me, I remember her crawling around the living room when the church warden was paying attention only to me, and the toddler climbed up on the sofa with us, and still the churchwarden was more interested in me than his grand daughter, who he virtually ignored, I didn't, I gave her a cuddle, poor little mite.
I remember the daughter in law talking about how the toddler had had a cold and was cranky 'just' when she (the daughter in law) really needed company.
I was astounded, a child isn't a substitute for a friend!
The way she said it, she was making the child into a substitute for friends.
Oh, I worry for that little child, her grandad is not an honest man and the child always seemed forgotten apart from the grandmother who really fawned over the child.
Jersey is not a very healthy place to grow up in anyway.
Anyway, back to the boat show, oh it was lovely, the boats, the trips out on the bay, the atmosphere, my sailing people all there, and helping out.
The bad bit of course, was the Dean strutting about, the pomp and circumstances that is supposedly to do with God but is not anywhere in Jesus' teachings.
The Dean who rubbished an abuse victim in favour of the abuser, and encouraged and facilitated smears against the victim and yet who has been upheld by the Church of England, showing eternally that they are not a Christian church, but are about who has the money and the power.
Here I am, not exactly wishing I was at the boat show, because I would rather be here, but I cannot sail because of my injuries, if I progress, I may sail again next year, if I don't progress, I wont sail again.
Anything and everything
I wrote this on the day to day blog, but I thought it would be relevant on here.
Good morning,
Well I slept and I dreamed that Fisher had me flung in prison again, Stuart Syvret was in the prison and we were resigned to the fact that the wrongdoers would keep putting us away rather than taking responsibility for themselves.
I woke up into flashbacks of Fisher's malice and deceit, especially in Sussex, not good, the cold horror of it, and the fact she would happily wipe out my new life, put me away and do a report like Korris that pretends it is all someone else and violate me bysending some airheaded idiot of a chaplain to violate me when I ask for a real chaplain like I did in LaMoye, where I specifically asked for a Mathodist or Catholic Chaplain and instead, Fisher was able to override that and send some airhead CofE idiot who SHE wanted to see me. How absolutely sick.
I can never really recover from Fisher, and she is free to continue to violate and injure me despite my complaints.
****
Someone asked again recently if the diocese were in any way involved in housing me!
NO!
The violations and interferences and slanders of me by Jane Fisher and Michael Scott-Joynt led to me being long term homeless and on the run because they kept setting the police on me in response to my response to their violations and interferences.
It still sickens me, it was like being raped when they kept violating me.
If the diocese were in any way involved in my life, I would flee.
I still feel at risk from them and my life is limited by that, I am a refugee.
Why would I ever let my destroyers be involved when they have the power to turn a whole community against me, as they did? I remain anguished and psychologically injured by that.
Good morning,
Well I slept and I dreamed that Fisher had me flung in prison again, Stuart Syvret was in the prison and we were resigned to the fact that the wrongdoers would keep putting us away rather than taking responsibility for themselves.
I woke up into flashbacks of Fisher's malice and deceit, especially in Sussex, not good, the cold horror of it, and the fact she would happily wipe out my new life, put me away and do a report like Korris that pretends it is all someone else and violate me bysending some airheaded idiot of a chaplain to violate me when I ask for a real chaplain like I did in LaMoye, where I specifically asked for a Mathodist or Catholic Chaplain and instead, Fisher was able to override that and send some airhead CofE idiot who SHE wanted to see me. How absolutely sick.
I can never really recover from Fisher, and she is free to continue to violate and injure me despite my complaints.
****
Someone asked again recently if the diocese were in any way involved in housing me!
NO!
The violations and interferences and slanders of me by Jane Fisher and Michael Scott-Joynt led to me being long term homeless and on the run because they kept setting the police on me in response to my response to their violations and interferences.
It still sickens me, it was like being raped when they kept violating me.
If the diocese were in any way involved in my life, I would flee.
I still feel at risk from them and my life is limited by that, I am a refugee.
Why would I ever let my destroyers be involved when they have the power to turn a whole community against me, as they did? I remain anguished and psychologically injured by that.
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