Archbishop

cc National 'Safeguarding' Team and IICSA 

10/01/2017

Dear Bishops Willmott and Dakin and Archbishop Welby, 

I enclose the reminder of the formal complaint sent to Bishop Willmott last year, unfortunately he decided to try and fob me off through his secretary, adding to his image of dishonesty, deceit and cowardice. 

Please make sure that both my formal complaint against the behaviour of yourselves and the Godless, evil and criminal Jersey Deanery are now either addressed or passed to a competent safeguarding body, as it is clear from the pronouncements without evidence of the Archbishop and Bishop about safeguarding in Jersey being good, while I was being destroyed, that neither the Archbishop nor Bishop have the faintest clue what safeguarding is. 

That is reinforced by the fact that the Archbishop and Bishops themselves have led a public attack on my character through a million pounds worth of criminal and illegal whitewashes slurring me and covering up for wrongdoers. If you consider safeguarding to be good when you have been effectively forcing me to my death and branding me publicly for the abusers who you have openly aided and upheld in harming me. Then at very least you don't know what safeguarding is.

You met with and condoned the powerful criminals from Jersey and spoke with them on the phone and allowed them to condemn me in the press and media, you provided legal and PR help for yourselves, and you never met with me, spoken to me (apart from the Bishop of Winchester threatening me) or provided me with legal or PR help as you destroyed me publicly while I was voiceless. So how is safeguarding good in the Church of England? Are you going to answer? Are you going to answer the person who you have scourged and crucified publicly?

You spent a million pounds glorifying yourselves at my expense and upholding each and every wrongdoer and abuser and branding me publicly for life, flinging your and their version of my personal life all over the press and all over the world. You made it clear you condone abuse and will always protect abusers and wrongdoers. Do you really believe this is safeguarding?
Now, where is the million pounds for an investigation into what happened to ME? And also into the illegally accessed records of the whitewash.

If you continue to refuse to take responsibility for your actions and the severe, life-limiting and permanent harm to me, then each one of you must step down.
Even if you genuinely believed the Dean to be innocent of wrongdoing, you had no right to turn the matter into a discrediting press stunt at my expense, having never met me or heard my side and having only listened to the money and power of the powerful circle of lawyers and dignitaries surrounding the Dean. Including those who illegally accessed and tampered with already inaccurate police and other records.

What you should have been doing rather than destroying me for the sake of the Church's image, was holding these men, including the Dean, to account for their Godless and criminal behaviour instead of adding and to it and including your own Godless and criminal behaviour.
The Dean of Jersey, without remorse or any sort of reprimand for his serious criminal and dangerous actions, especially in conjunction with his circle over the past four years, is to go on to positions where he will remain a danger to the vulnerable, and you have lauded and upheld him, so tell me how safeguarding in the Church of England is good?

You nearly ended my destroyed and shattered life with your public attack on me and upholding of wrongdoers and I remain in utter anguish and waiting for death. Obviously from your onslaught without mercy, you have made it clear that you want me dead, and indeed it would be best, because I couldn't recover from the previous harm to me, the last four years is something that no human being could come back from, no human being, be they whole or crippled. No-one could survive what you have done to me. You have utterly condemned me.

So, why have you received my requests for you to pay for my attendance at Dignitas to be humanely put to sleep, and not answered them?

 You had a million pounds to pay for glorifying yourselves at my expense and publicly destroying me, you had that money to pay for cover-up of your wicked and criminal actions against me, and you are reluctant to pay a few thousand for me to fly to Switzerland to be killed, after your sustained efforts left me shattered beyond healing but still unable to die? 
Please explain this. No-one can deny that your efforts at publicly vilifying me and spewing your version of my life into your complicit press could be anything other than a constructive murder, and in fairness I should now have been dead for three years, but sadly for you I am not, and I have offered you a solution for your failed murder, because I am never going to heal.

 A mutual solution would be dignitas, and it would be better than having to endure another Christmas ruined by Justin Welby, the man who destroyed me, trotting out another load of vain and empty lies written for him at Christmas, waffling the vain empty cliches about the poor and homeless while his victim, in poverty and anguish and having endured three years sleeping rough because of his church, goes on suffering.
Jesus Wept. Justin the Narcissist must be silent eventually, surely?

The things that strangers said about me and the lies that your criminal clergy and laity have broadcast in the press and media, leading to hate attacks and threats against me while I was voiceless and jeered at when I even tried to answer this hatred, will never heal and can never be justified by you as anything but your wish for my death in shame and brokenness, as has nearly occured and will eventually occur.

Please make sure that there is an independent investigation into all of what has happened to me, make sure it includes me and my voice, from my books if I am dead by the time it occurs, I have written my books to ensure that I am heard in death if not in life.
Make sure that your collective actions of the past four years is stringently and completely investigated.

This includes investigation into the Steel report being continued when she was chosen by and acting for, the Jersey Deanery, why she was not withdrawn when requested, with evidence of her confliction, why the Korris report was published and labelled independent when it wasn't and why Korris broke the law and why her report was not withdrawn until I took the Bishop to court.  

Also why the Bishop kept on and on discrediting me over the Steel report, claiming to withold it for my welfare when he had not sent me a copy, but was basically telling the general public that the report was genuine and I was in the wrong. Claiming to care about my welfare as he and the Archbishop nearly caused my suicide and he told the general public he was feeding the conflicted lies of Steel into the conflicted Gladwin report was an act of evil. My consent for that has not been granted. I have not agreed.

The Bishop failed to tell the general public that I was forced to take him to court to save my life, he failed to tell the general public that he was supposed to make sure I agreed with the content of the Steel report before it was released. He failed to ever send me a copy of the Steel report.
None of this matter has been about safeguarding, or protecting the vulnerable, or anything meriting a million pound waste of trusting congregants' money. The outcome for me has repeatedly been near death, it has been permanent and very severe harm to my health and a lifetime of being branded that makes me long for death. There is no recovery from the kind of hatred from strangers, threats and lies that have been broadcast, none at all.

And to make it worse, the whitewash by Jersey Safeguarding partnership, cooked up by the intermeshed States, police and Deanery and used by the church to harm me further, And then the use of the 'National Safeguarding Team' to try to sweep up the pieces and cover it up, rubbing my raw wounds with sandpaper while refusing to do anything about any of your collective criminal and dangerous harm to me. 

They are still refusing to act, because apparently you have 'advised' them not to, and they are employed by the Archbishop and his council, presumably to cover up while duping vulnerable victims by whining about caring about them and learning from them, as Jane Dodds did with me. I was already in enough anguish and suffering in a way that will never now relent, I didn't need that insult to injury that was the National Safeguarding Team.

 And I am continuing and will continue, to ask them to act upon your serious and criminal safeguarding failures that should have led to you collectively being removed, and one day someone will see my emails and letters to them and ask them why they didn't act.
That is evil, it is wickedness, and it beggars belief that instead of resigning, You remain, still a risk to the vulnerable and after committing such evil. 

Either the Church has no clue what safeguarding means or you men should resign. As long as you stay, after taking part in such evil and refuse to take responsibility for yourselves, you know that your church isn't safeguarding anyone and isn't anything to do with God. 

You completely lack integrity and you compound that by making false claims and misleading the general public while upholding dangerous men in your church and leaving me destroyed. 
I have a formal complaint. It starts with abuse when I was 19 and runs to the present day, it comprises of lack of safeguarding, sexual, physical and emotional abuse, slander, illegal actions, abuse of power over the press, false claims about safeguarding, very serious harm to me, me being exposed to hatred and slander, police brutality and intrusions, homelessness and imprisonment because of your safeguarding failures, it is exhaustive, it contains a list of people's names already sent to you. I have had no adequate response. I am waiting, I am suffering.
The longer you leave it, the worse your failure in safeguarding becomes.

I will be producing and publishing a report about the National Safeguarding Team's part of this, which will be sent to the CSA inquiry no matter whether you can or cannot bribe them. But you do need to call an overarching investigation into my case, and every day that you ignore that, you harm me. While you don't safeguard, the risk of abuse is high.

The Archbishop's lack of understanding of safeguarding led to him claiming that safeguarding in Jersey is good, he appears to mistake a prolonged and power-abusive smear and discrediting campaign using the press and media against a vulnerable adult by his clergy as 'Good safeguarding'.

 Obviously his lack of understanding of safeguarding is so serious that it is a risk to vulnerable lives, he certainly nearly caused my death and until and unless that is dealt with properly, then there is a serious safeguarding breach, worse even, a complicit act of cover-up carried out by Bishop Willmott and Archbishop Welby. 

And again, if most vulnerable adults are more voiceless than me, how many are being killed this way, and with the blessing of the National Safeguarding Team, who yatter lies and rubbish at the victims to try and placate them as the victims commit suicide.

If the National Safeguarding Team, who are well aware of the wrong in this matter and have said as much to me before being gagged when it was realised that I couldn't be duped and silenced, do not arrange for the resignations of the the Bishops and Archbishop over their serious harm to me, then a court or inquiry must do so, and the National Safeguarding Team should also resign.

 They are following up their failure by allowing the Dean to 'resign' lauded and honoured, again at my expense while I endure a re-awakening of the threats and attacks on me over this, some people are fooled by this resignation and the Archbishop and Bath and Wells employing that criminal, but not all.

The Archbishop claims that the Dean is a 'Godly Man', really? Has the Archbishop ever read a Bible? Didn't I send him one the other year as he continued to uphold the harm to me relentlessly? Does deceit and lies and hiding behind people of power and lawyers constitute Godly? Oh yes,  because the Archbishop does it too. 

Does destroying someone the way the Dean has destroyed me count as Godly? Maybe someone switched the Archbishop's Bible for a Satanism Manual. Because what the Archbishop himself has done is evil.

There is no God or Christianity or integrity or good or safeguarding in what the Archbishop and Bishops and Archbishop's Council have done in destroying, threatening and publicly ruining me. I was already destroyed before the public attack on me was launched and I have suffered without relief while a million pounds was spent on the church's image, lawyers, PR firms, press releases and four whitewashes that are nothing to do with what happened to me.

It is time for you Godless and terrible cowards to step down. Do a lie like the Dean's 'Resignation', do it any way you want, but before you go, make sure that there is an overarching inquiry and also that Peter Ould and Gavin Ashenden who continue to attack the vulnerable unafraid, because in the Archbishop's eyes that is good safeguarding and Godly behaviour, are removed, along with Elaine Rose and all staff and clergy who have harmed me.

The Church currently don't safeguard, because they mistake safeguarding for image and segregation to protect the church. How can the comfortable middle class know what safeguarding means when they don't understand vulnerability or suffering, to the extent that they have an apartheid against the vulnerable to protect themselves? 
All the high profile employment of 'people from social care backgrounds' does not remove the apartheid or the fact that these new employees are not allowed to actually safeguard because the church must be protected first. 

The horrifying behaviour of Dodds, Tilby and Murray in my case, thinking they could mislead me after allowing the Bishop and Archbishop to destroy me publicly and then gag it all, is all the proof you need of that.
Make sure that I receive my copy of the Steel report as requested, you have no excuse whatsoever to withold it, and make sure any agency asking for a copy if they are concerned for my welfare, are given a copy of it, and also do not lie to any agency about being in contact with me, trying to include me in reports or trying to help me.

Please send a copy of the Steel report to the IICSA and explain to them that this is how you classify an independent safeguarding report, a report carried out by a member of the conflicted inner circle of Jersey's States, Judiciary, lawyers and Town Church who protected the Dean and destroyed me.
Let me just remind you of the blog that Bob Hill created just before he collapsed while defending me from hate attacks instigated by your Steel whitewash and the conflicted circle's need to have it published and snuff out my life with their hatred in the form of a report. Your million pound safeguarding failure and cover up cost this man his life.

http://bobhilljersey.blogspot.co.uk/2015/11/jerseys-dean-letter-to-archbishop-of.html

Your pretences of care for my welfare while you destroyed me were the same as a rapist telling his victim he loved them as he raped them. Despicable and inexcusable,  you can't cold-bloodedly destroy someone and pretend to care about them for the sake of PR, it is despicable.
And do you really think you can excuse yourselves based on what you have heard about me? It beggars belief.  You've never met me. You must resign.

sincerely,

HG/JJ -  Church of England safeguarding failure victim.

Bishop of Winchester

18/02/2017

Dear Bishop Dakin,

I enclose copies of another safeguarding complaint.

I know you don't care about safeguarding. I have barely survived your million pound best effort to kill me, and I won't go on surviving it forever, no human being could, especially not one as destroyed as I already was when you launched on me and destroyed me publicly for years.

Your Diocese is best known for lies, safeguarding failures, corruption, abuse of power, homophobia and abuse, but nonetheless, you are responsible for the million pound cover-up and you must now take responsibility for yourself and your friends Gladwin and Bursell and Steel, you have openly upheld very serious wrongdoing and abuse and have upheld abusers and destroyed their victim, so it is time for you and your friends Bursell and Gladwin to shred their power-abusive lies, corrupted further by a report that you shouldn't have allowed to continue when you were made aware of the serious conflicts of interests, the Steel report.

Where is my copy of the Steel report? It can't be used in any publication unless I agree to the content, and to illegally defame me behind my back without giving me a right of reply is evil as well as illegal and dishonest, and to have allowed Steel to continue when she was known to be conflicted was heinous, that wasn't a report into anything, it was an open character assassination, and the outcome is that I have been publicly destroyed while ALL wrongdoers remain in positions where they are a safeguarding danger, unpunished.

The Dean of Jersey as he openly flaunts your clearing of him in the papers this weekend, will be raising a glass to you, but why exactly did you destroy me for him? He had already triumphed utterly in destroying me, why exactly did you need to destroy me publicly for him for four years again?!

It is incredible that even as you publicly destroyed me and upheld the criminal lies of Dame Steel and her Deanery-Judiciary colleagues in Jersey, you were pretending that YOU stopped the Steel report. And if the Church of England wasn't corrupt and rotten through and through, you would have been removed for that and for spending thousands on a professional liar company Luther-Pendragon, to protect you from the consequences of your own wrongdoing.

You may well kill me yet, you probably will, a human being cannot withstand what you have inflicted on me for no apparent reason, but as long as I die having got the wheels in motion to stop the Church of England from having limitless power and abuse of power to destroy victims and cover up and lie about safeguarding as they still are doing, my life won't be wasted, I may prevent another victim from being killed by you godless, evil, corrupt lying cut-throats who use God's Name in vain as you carry out your evil and excuse yourselves.

Please remember that I have asked you to resign, and you would have to be insane to go on excusing yourself and staying at Wolvsley and claiming to represent God while I suffer and go to my death suffering intolerably.

Your Luther_Pendragon, your firm of professional liars, got you to spout lies about being called to help the lost, last and least while you destroyed me. Do you know the parable of the Good Shepherd? One person driven from God by 99 evil liars such as yourself and your colleague is worth more than all of you, and it is unspeakable arrogance that you called me lost last and least having destroyed me on the lies of Jane Fisher and other lying criminals in the Church of England.

Please make sure my case is referred for proper independent investigation, not only the abuse and cover up from age 19 to 2011, culminating in Fisher and Scott-Joynt destroying me, but also the million pound whitewash and constructive murder of me, led by you from 2013 to the present day.

Please make sure that there is a press and media redaction of your and Welby's slurs against me and upholding the Dean of Jersey, because you haven't carried out a fair and impartial investigation which includes me, you have carried out a million pound farce, and apparently you are hiding behind Luther-Pendragon again and leaving lies about my case on your Diocesan Safeguarding Website while lying to the general public, when I have warned you I will take action against you for that.

Sincerely,

HG/JJ - Your attempted murder victim.

Setting the record straight

Dear Church of England Safeguarding Board, especially Dodds and the Bishop of Winchester,

Although I haven't read the pack of lies sent to me by the Bishop in past weeks I do know that is all he is capable of and I understand that he has liaised with Jane Dodds of the safeguarding board to try to use her in whatever deceit and harm he has inflicted on me with the help of the press and Archbishop. I believe they intend to try and force on me as Fisher frequently did, which is illegal. 

Jane Fisher, Elizabeth Hall, Paul Butler, Jill Sandham, Daphne Green and others have all harmed me while calling themselves safeguarding representatives.

Indeed in Fisher's case, the Bishop upheld her in continuing to harm me, for example in the illegal referral to the NSPCC AFTER I had made a complaint against Fisher. The Bishop refused to deal with my complaint and left Fisher as a reader in his diocese as well as 'safeguarding' director, and he upheld her deceitful and destroying actions. He invalidated the Diocese's insurance and he lied by arranging the illegal refferal to the NSPCC in order to have something to lie to the press about helping me. What he has just done is the same sort of thing, so he hasn't learned anything, he thinks he can go on treating me this way over and over, year after year, he is mistaken, I am going to go on fighting until he leaves or he kills me, whichever comes first. But he will not use another crazy Jane to help him, unless she wants to face harassment charges for aiding the Bishop's harm to me. Lets see if we can turn the press spotlight on Dodds having to stand and stutter in court? Can I outbid the CofE's bribes?

I gather from the Bishop's drivel about being 'very concerned for me' while he publicly destroyed me through the press again.that it means what it generically means, he and Jane Dodds have been violating me or will violate me in the same way as he and Scott-Joynt and  Fisher repeatedly did. It isn't 'help' or 'care' it is cover-up, but the church has trouble distinguishing between the two. You can't destroy someone while pretending to care, that is exactly what Fisher did for years and it is still insane and to see the Bishop continuing such a horrifying fake makes me sick. The only things he can do to help is withdraw his three year attack on me and resign and make sure an investigation into what happened to me before and since he arrived is instigated, oh and he can annul his criminal whitewash report-harassment of me, all of them.

It amazes me that after all this time, the Bishop still thinks I am weak and stupid and will fall for his crap. It shows how stupid and arrogant he is, how nasty, how small, how psychopathic he is. He thinks, after all my objections, that destroying me and pretending to care still go hand in hand, in the press of course, and only with the light of the press on him. In real life he blocks my emails, puts the phone down on me, and allows whitewash reports while I am left silenced.

Be warned Dodds, I know what safeguarding means in the church of England, in the wider world we call it cover-up. Would you like to be taken to court? Leave my personal life alone, and any illegal referrals will be met with every atom of force I have. I will smash back until you leave me alone. For years Jane Fisher stalked me, violated me, broke the law and slandered me, she has left me completely isolated, humiliated, branded and unable to relate to people, so if you start doing the same, I will fight you in the same way I fought her. Rape Violations of my life do not equal help or care, they equal crime and you being a psychopathic risk to the vulnerable.

Now presumably this is to be the third week of Church Times unfettered attacks on me after they have been warned? That too will be presented to the court. Safeguarding? What a joke! Three years of completely pre-meditated and completely uncensored one-sided public attacks on a traumatised vulnerable adult with no investigation into the damage or into the abuse and misconduct, and what is coverup-Dodds doing about that? Whatever the Bishop tells her, presumably. Any friend of the Bishop's...Is a lying spineless coward, and I object to this Dodds woman being the next Jane Fisher, one was enough to leave me screaming in anguish and destroyed in endless night, why repeat it needlessly? Why? Coverup.

A final note on the new crazy Jane sidekick of the Bishop's. She is a the 'senior caseworker' for the CofE coverup crew, otherwise known as safeguarding. But her supervisor, Graham Tilby has ignored my case and my concerns solidly since I first contacted him during the press and media attack last year that felled Bob Hill. Has Tilby ever answered me? Nope, Dodds only recently got involved on behalf of the Bishop of Winchester. Safeguarding in the church remains a joke, even with liar Butler mysteriously jettisoned with a grenade up his behind. I wonder if this recent severe attack on me was his parting revenge for me wishing him good riddance because of the harm he has done to abuse victims in order to cover up for the Church? I am told that he was unable to coherently explain what his actual role in safeguarding was when asked and so it was assumed he was there to whitewash to the national inquiry.

HG

New Open Letter to the Bishop of Winchester

12/05/2016

Formal letter of Warning to Bishop Tim Dakin.

Dear Bishop Dakin,

This letter does not annul previous letters, it re-iterates and reinforces them.

Incredibly I nearly wrote to you a few weeks ago to ask you not to attack me during my exams, but because I was becoming accustomed to stony silence from you (which was no bad thing) I decided to chance it and not waste another letter.

  The fact that it had been six months since the last attack rather than the usual four both worried and reassured me. 

But I am aware that while I live and the Diocese stands, the attacks will not stop, which is why I am writing to remind you of my formal warnings to you and the court action which I will repeat more powerfully if you do not desist from harming me. In the end, my life is at stake and your career is at stake, which of us is going to fight more desperately?

Let me be clear in what I am asking. What you have done to me is evil and cannot be either absolved or repaired through an apology, which, knowing you, has not been made for the right reasons but will undoubtedly be motivated by other people, deceit, PR or some reason that does not relate to your sorrow for your abominable behaviour. Had your repentance or genuine remorse been a factor, then actions would have accompanied your apology, including a press release and a statement of redaction of your whitewash reports.

If you continue to cause disruptions which cause breakdowns of my health, work, accommodation, studies and relationships then I will continue action against you until you stop or are removed.  Your actions are destroying me.

And if you were in any organization other than the Church of England you would have already been dismissed, the Church are incredibly lawless and psychopathic in what they allow, condone and refuse to deal with among their clergy.

To me, after what you have done, a message from you, claiming to be an 'apology' is just an attack. It is woefully, pitifully inadequate to 'apologise' by email, and it is not accompanied by any atonement or resolution, and thus you are not apologizing because you are not taking responsibility.

I hold you responsible for my poor health and my situation of living in fear of your whitewash Gladwin and Steel reports and that contemptible whitewash by the conflicted Stewart Gull, Glenys Johnstone, Ian Gorst and Jane Fisher. I charge you with the responsibility of annulling these reports publicly, and if you can't, then what exactly are you 'apologizing' for?

Your apology is not accepted until or unless the wrongdoers in my case face justice, and as I have said, please make sure a list of my complaints is taken, it is exhaustive both in names and in crimes and misconducts, let me start you on a list of examples including Diocesan and Bishops staff, clergy, laity, Churchwardens and others:

• ·        Joyce Cockell - perversion of the course of justice, dishonesty leading to harm to a vulnerable adult, false testimony,  safeguarding failures, breaches of the data protection act, etc
• 
  
• ·        Gavin Foster and Martyn Sanders, the same as Joyce Cockell
• ·        Jane Fisher - the same as Joyce Cockell, and Bitterne Parish and the Bishop of Southampton for upholding her and leaving the congregation open to her abuse.
• ·        Helen Gunner, the same as Fisher and Cockell
• ·        All Diocesan staff involved in the perversion of the course of justice, deliberate harm to a homeless and destroyed vulnerable adult and lies to police and courts between 2010 and 2011.
• And:
• ·        Bob Key,
• ·        Gavin Ashenden
• ·        Tracy Bromley
• ·        Mark and Teri Bond
• ·        Judith Davey
• ·        Phil and Heather Warren and relatives
• ·        Paul Brooks
• ·        David and Bridget Shaw
• ·        Ian LeMarquand
• ·        Neville Brooks
• ·        John and Sue Harkin
• ·        Mike and Lindy Taylor
• ·        Peter Ould
• ·        Philip and William Bailhache
• ·        George and Jill Lihou and associated facilitators of their harm to me
• ·        Jon and Anna Honor
• ·        Michael Birt
• ·        Gerard LeFeuvre
• ·        David Capps
• ·        Robb and Janet Averty and all assistive protectors and facilitators
• ·        Juliet and Fred Montague and all assistive protectors and facilitators
• ·        Margaret Fowkes
• ·        Jill Aussant
• ·        Jennifer and David Brown
• ·        Tim Sledge
• ·        Jax Machin
• ·        Juli Wills
• ·        Julie Wallman
• ·        Bruce Willings
• ·        Glenys Johnstone
• ·        Stewart Gull
• ·        Heather Steel
• ·        John Gladwin
• ·        Christine Daly
• ·        Hampshire social services
• ·        Justin Welby
• ·        John Sentamu
• ·        Trevor Willmott
• ·        Daphne Green
• ·        Mark Hedley
• ·        Batt-Broadbent
• ·        Luther-Pendragon
• Paul Handley and Madaleine Davies
• ·        Paul Townsend and all clergy and members of Winchester Churches together who aided Fisher and Scott-Joynt in Destroying me to cover up for themselves on my return homeless and destroyed to Winchester in 2010.
• ·        Elizabeth Hall, Jane Fisher, Jill Sandham, Paul Butler - on the understanding that they have already faced action but I do not know if they will continue to be a risk to the vulnerable.
• ·        All others who have been involved in harm to me but who's names escape me or are not known to me.
• Some not named out of courtesy
• ·        All authorities in Jersey who have harmed me or protected people who have harmed me. Including the Lieutenant-Governor, your lawyer, judiciary, States members - memorably Juliette Gallichan and friends, and all doctors and support services and professionals who harmed me for Jane Fisher or because of her interventions, not least Autism Jersey, Victim Support, Mental Health Advocacy and the Grace Trust.
• ·        All members of the press and media, especially Matthew Price, who the church protected when he destroyed his clergy wife and then he repaid the favour by destroying me for the Church in 2009.

 As I have mentioned this list is exhaustive and includes EVERY corrupt or brutal police officer, judge, lawyer, member of clergy, laity and Bishop's staff and member of the public who has harmed me, slandered me or caused me distress or isolation or shame or pain.

Unfortunately you are entirely liable, as Bishop of Winchester and as the Bishop who destroyed me publicly. I would like you to refrain from further harm to me and instead start work on your legal and disciplinary action against the people in this list.

You are to ensure that the Jersey Deanery are adequately reprimanded for their dangerous, deceitful and unChristian behaviour as well as the Winchester and Andover Deaneries. And also you are liable to ensure that they are trained in safeguarding and inclusion as it has been clear from the continued and relentless attacks that they have no understanding of safeguarding, abuse or vulnerable or marginalised people. Thus the risk of abuse and cover up remain high.

I look forward to witnessing your work and making sure you have my evidences, and receiving the genuine apologies of those named above along with your genuine apology in due course as well as recompense, clearing of my name and the assurance that I can live in peace, safety and freedom from fear.

Sincerely,

HG

A look back at 2015, July to December

July:

I had a sad start when I was told that the car I had been offered on loan was not available. I didn't blog this as I was afraid that talking about any possible progress in my life would trigger a vengeful attack by Jane Fisher, who is a very jealous lady and spent so much time destroying me and everything I had built up in my past life.

Anyway, life went on, struggling to get to work and carry tools and equipment on the bus, although my friend helped me out with lifts wherever she could.
 The blue bike was also complicating things by playing up at this point.

I continued physiotherapy and sea swims but wasn't paying any attention to diets and gym.

What I wrote on July 13th 2015 is so profound that I thought I may as well add it in here:

 http://lifeafterthediocese.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/monday-morning.html 

This is the song that reminds me of the summer of 2015, although it comes from the sad circumstances of Pheobe's funeral in Hollyoaks.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpyfrixXBqU

Hollyoaks became my best way of chilling out after a hard day at work early on in 2015.
 It is shallow and not always well-researched, but even my adoptive Mum says there is nothing wrong with something like Hollyoaks to help me relax and take my mind off things.
 I never thought I would be a soap fan.

Through the year I had been occasionally remembering to go out with my mates to cinema and other events, but not often, especially as money was tight. I started pen pal letters as a safe and easy form of armchair socialising, not sure what the armchair thought, but I still enjoy penpalling very much and my pen pals are like real friends. A lot of shy people or people who find socialising difficult find pen palling a good way of socialising.

On 16th/17th July, life changed again.
I had put a bit of money aside from tax credit backlog. And I saw a car on the local marketplace site. I decided that this car was either too good to be true or perfect for me when I read the advert.
So my long-suffering friend came out in the evening and drove me to look at this car.
 My last car in Jersey after Anna's demise had been a bum steer, so I was quite worried about buying a car. I had been having refresher lessons in July due to the fact I hadn't driven since Jersey. But I was very wary of re-introducing things into my life that had been left behind in Jersey. On the other hand due to my work, there was no way I could go on paying for expensive bus passes for unreliable buses. The only was was forward now.

So the day I went to the cinema with my mate to see 'Self/less' which you know is now my favourite DVD, F.P Nortycar, otherwise known as Florence, became my car. I was nervous from the start, an old car like Florence, even though she is a Peugeout, is a constant worry as to how long she will last and when she might break down, I just look after her as best I can.
I was very nervous to drive her at first and the night we collected her, my friend came back with me on that first drive, with her family following behind and guarding us from impatient cars.

Florence broke down two days after I got her. Norty little madam that she is.
For two weeks I was undecided as to what to do, money was low and to even have her towed would be expensive, I didn't have any car equipment and no mobile mechanic was available, while no-one I knew had any mechanical experience. I felt stupid and awful.
She broke down on the morning I was due to go to see my new therapist, so I grabbed my bike and ran for it.
I got to my therapy on time and my therapist is still my therapist, isn't he a brave man?

After almost two weeks, everyone in my life was telling me to contact the car's previous owners and ask them if they knew what might have gone wrong and if they had any jump leads.
I still didn't know if they had sold me a pup at this point and was nervous. But I contacted them. They came round promptly with jump leads, it turned out he was a skilled mechanic and knew this car very well, he discovered that it wasn't the battery, but the ignition amplifier had failed, he replaced it, and he became the car's best friend, assisting with any problems, he had probably been maintaining this car for years, hence it being in such good shape. But now with the car back on the road, I suddenly regained confidence and the memory of driving before.


By now I was already doing study preparation for University, which was due to start in October.

I was also addicted the 'Humans' series on Channel 4, and I have the DVDs now.

The weather in July was good, and I biked and swam and enjoyed BBQs and Bonfires.

My first music exam must have been in the summer, but I can't find it in the blog.

August: 

Well, August started with a bang. My landlady's daughter had moved herself in and then the landlady suddenly said she was moving a family with children in and we could like it or leave. A family with children would be impossible for me to live with, so I started to search for somewhere else, very upset.

I soon found the flat I am now in, and it was unfurnished so I had to look at furnishing it before I moved in.

I also started doing the paper rounds by car as I was now covering extra rounds.

I proceeded with the move to the flat. The upheaval left me unsettled as I had expected to stay where I was longer. Thankfully my friend helped me through the bewilderment and emptiness with tea and sympathy.

The rest of August was spent on trying to furnish the flat and make it into home. I was now completely independent and self-contained, all bills and responsibilities were mine. But at least I was no longer doing all the housework for a whole house.

Unfortunately the house move and moving heavy furniture, while also helping another family move, led to me tearing a muscle in my shoulder, which took a long slow time to mend.

The move to the flat took me some distance from the paper shop, and trying to do the papers by bike was no longer working, so I went by car every day. Then I was offered the rural routes for more money, and the car was essential. I was now having to get up very early in order to get to the paper shop for 6.30 and get the paper bundle to the rural distributor before doing my new rounds.

September:

September started with my adoptive Mum coming over for the Royal Inspection of the flat. She approved. 
Then the sofa bed saga occured. I had been sleeping on the floor of the flat when I moved in, and because the flat is small, I thought a sofa bed would be good. But the sofa bed was so uncomfortable that I didn't sleep well, my friend brought camping mattresses round and that helped a bit, but now getting up early, still unsettled in the new place and not sleeping well, it was all putting stress on me,  my injured shoulder was also suffering from the sofa bed.
The doctors had put me on codeine for my shoulder and I was even more ill.
After a while I had to beg the local welfare scheme for help, and they had a bed delivered promptly, God bless them.
I also decided I needed just a few days off from doing the papers, and that was a lifesaver, I slept in and felt better.

 On Friday September 11th, my friend came round to my flat, she was worried about me being ill and she had brought me another camping mattress to make sure I was comfy.
She was coughing, she thought she had a chest infection and she was considering seeing the doctor as it hadn't cleared up.
Unfortunately it wasn't a chest infection. And it wasn't pneumonia, which was the next guess.

The next thing I heard was that she was in hospital. 
She was terminally ill and the illness had crept in and got a hold. Already there was little they could do.

 Florence P. Nortycar also tried to quit life at this point, she blew her head gasket and that was nearly the end of her, thankfully her best friend was prepared to fix her. She was off the road for 10 days though so I couldn't do the rural routes and had to just bike round my old round instead.

My dental problems continued and I was increasingly unhappy about that.


I ended September by nominating the Bishop of Winchester as spiritual guide for the envoy to Mars.

October:

October is anniversary month, so it can be gloomy. I did what I do every year regarding one anniversary, the one where I was left destroyed and homeless by the Church of England. I went to Southampton airport, and walked down to collect myself from arrivals.

 http://lifeafterthediocese.blogspot.co.uk/2015/10/the-5th-anniversary.html

Now I was also officially starting university, having started studying in preparation in July.

My friend came home from hospital and she seemed happy but tired, she said she didn't mind dying, but of course I minded that she was dying.

Up until this point the Church of England had been fairly quiet except for a jeer about 'God's people being safe in the churches in Jersey' well what about the normal people and the vulnerable? With a paedophile protector as lay chair of the Jersey synod and my abuser still lauded and upheld while I was destroyed, real people aren't safe in Jersey's churches and I was left shocked and distressed by Bishop Willmott's duplicitous statement,

But now the Jersey Deanery, led by their 'lay chair' attacked with full force, stomping like two year olds and demanding their whitewash report again, and abusing the press and media in order to get themselves heard.
The press and media and random strangers in turn abused me over this matter.

This continued into November, seriously disrupting my university studies and music studies.

Thre DWP, HMRC and council also decided to bombard me with rubbish and confusing stuff at this point too.

The bad anniversaries coninued with the church attacks.
It was a horrible October and November.

November:

Early in November, very ill from the onslaught by the Jersey Deanery, and also now physically ill as well, I went to sit another music exam. The church hatred and onslaught had trashed my revision but I decided to sit the exam anyway.
I really couldn't tell how well I had done at the time. But my adoptive Mum met me outside the exam hall and took me to lunch and we had fun at one of my old favourite cafes, before I proceeded to do something that is omitted from this blog much as most of the Jersey Deanery onslaught is, I just really wanted to blog as normal and say nothing.
After I left my Mum when we finished lunch, I drove to Winchester.

Winchester was quiet and normal, and as usual I tried to get over the feeling of sickness and disgust that is the legacy of the way Jane Fisher and Michael Scott-Joynt destroyed and defamed and drove me from my home town humiliated and destroyed.
Today was a triumph over their sickening exile of me from my home town and loved ones.

I walked up to the Broadway.
There weren't many people yet.
I got my wristband and I waited.
People began to gather. 
It began to get dark and the atmosphere began to build.
I was restless and excited as I always have been.
I got my firebrand, I was a bit too eager, I lit it while others were keeping theirs unlit.
 I realised I was too early so I put it out again.

I waited, and there was plenty of space to move around, and it got later, things were running late now, firebrands were being lit.

The crowd gathered and increased, and more people asked to light their firebrand from mine, the more people who ask you for a light for their firebrands, the luckier you will be.
And then we were off, walking up the hight street with our brands, looking back at the line of lights following.
I raise my firebrand high in the air and joyful as the flame burns bright:

Winchester, my heart, my home my heritage! 
Nothing they do can take you from my heart!
Nothing they can do can take you from my heart! 
Winchester, my Heart, my Home, my Heritage!

We proceed round onto Jewry Street,  the noise, the lights, the crowds, my heritage, my memory, all I ever knew. The crowds who split onto George Street rejoin us as we walk to the halted traffic on City Road and round down onto North Walls.

Those years ago, North Walls was free, but because of council regulations, they have to charge now. But it doesn't matter, it is still North Walls. We stream in onto the field, the floodlights partially light the field, and all around the edges are the food vans and attractions as the atmosphere builds and people begin queueing.
There is a sad empty space beside me for the people who used to be there with me, should still be there, but the diocese took them away.
But North Walls is immortal and beyond the vengeful rage of Jane Fisher.

The bonfire and fireworks are awesome, of course.
And then I head home.

North Walls of the past (scroll down the post a bit): 

 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/2014/02/anything-and-everything-and-happy.html#.VoVrt1LP7D4

I found a new dentist who has been repairing my teeth very well.

Then the world shattered.

Bob Hill collapsed, presumably with the stress of his battle with Philip Bailhache and the press and media and Church of England over my case. I had been begging him to back down and leave the case alone but Bob was a law unto himself. He collapsed and for a few days I didn't know if he was still alive or if he had ever woken.
In that time I kept a candle burning, the guiding light to draw him off the ghost roads, and I offered God my life in return for his. 
This song became 'Bob's Theme' as I waited to find out what had happened. All I could do was fight for his life in prayer and spirit. It is true he hurt me badly, but he had my welfare at heart.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nnw4STQMSc

 http://lifeafterthediocese.blogspot.co.uk/2015/11/guiding-light.html

When I saw Bob, he was awake, lucid and with some movement, he understood some of what I said but he had no ability to speak, which broke my heart as he had spoken for me, and had been speaking in my defence when he collapsed and I believe it is why he collapsed.
I wish him a speedy recovery. 
In his collapse he also saved my life again, because I ended up at the hospital with a blood pressure reading of 180/113. I didn't know how ill I was until Bob collapsed.
I have been under constant and severe stress for so long, my blood pressure has to be regulated and medicated, and as a result I am trying to live very healthily, with a vegeterian diet and no cows milk, regular diet and fitness appointments and trips to the gym.

I blame the Church of England for ruining Bob's retirement, they refused to give him a hearing on my behalf and went on and on attacking my life, so a good man ended up ruined.

The darkness and distress and horror went deep, and despite the state I was in, the NHS refused to help me properly, and I had been forced to stop seeing my therapist due to the church crisis and lack of money as the gardening season went down and I struggled to find replacement work while I was in the awful state that the church left me in.

I was missing the cranky old cat from the old house so I got a new pet, remember him?
 


I started a delivery driving job, which lasted a month. They overworked me and didn't pay me.
But I started it on November 24th and quit at 11pm on December 24th when they weren't paying me so december was so thin and horrible and they wanted me to keep working on Christmas eve and not go to midnight mass and they were rude about my faith. That is the tip of the iceberg, I never wrote it in the blog because I like you to think everything is OK as much as possible.
 My response to their crass behaviour on Christmas eve night? 'The Baby Jesus comes first you stupid f*ckers!'. 
I worked willingly even though they made me work all the time, changed my start times every day, and really were not nice. 
I have had so many instances in my life of staying in miserable and abusive situations, most notably in the church of England, that I am having to learn not to be afraid to break free quickly no matter what the cost. As my former psychologist said, I am easily exploited. I hate that.

Anyway, onwards into december.
  

December:

A positive start with a good needs assessment that recommended support and communication technology.
Then more worrying news.
My adoptive parents started having health scares, so my Mum couldn't come over and help me with the net curtains.

The car had a service and some work that needed doing was flagged up, so the car's best friend did some of the work.

I then made another journey. And as I said on the blog 'Road to hell' comes to mind.

I felt very sad that due to the people I was delivery driving not paying me, I was left unable to prepare for Christmas or help with shoebox appeals or toy appeals or anything, those things are part of my Christmas, but with barely enough money to feed the electric meter, I could do nothing.

My phone got broken and I had no money to repair it, which added to the chaos.

I managed to enjoy local carols and Christmas tree festivals and temporarily joined a church as I missed the church at Christmas too much.

To add to the thin and unhappy time, my friend who is terminally ill was deteriorating, and we didn't know if she would make it to Christmas. But she wanted me there on Christmas day, if she was still there. This was really hard to live with.

I had some early Christmad presents including a wonderful tv/dvd player from my friends who I did some work shifts for, as they were relocating.

Then my customers on the rural paper routes started giving me Christmas cards and tips, so I started to be able to feed the electic meter and get Christmas things.

I got conjunctivitis just to add to everything.

Then I was offered a local paper round that I can do on the blue bike, because I think the very early starts and distances and wear and tear may not be good for me and Florence, so a local round by bike may be easier.

I managed to see my Mum and a few old friends for a pre-Christmas visit although it was a bit rushed due to everything I needed to do before Christmas now that I had got a bit of money.
I am blessed that someone heard I was struggling and sent me paypal money just by having my email address. I didn't know people could do that! :)
Hint hint, feel free to test it out.

The Christmas tree got decorated on December 19th, much too late as far as I am concerned, I like a tree from the beginning of december, I like the lights and decorations.
I am very happy to have so many Christmas cards this year, coming out of the darkness and into the light again maybe? I wish I could think I can keep this life and continue to build but I live in fear of being destroyed, imprisoned and killed by the Church of England.

Despite everything, the Christmas atmosphere has been good, the delivery work and papers in the dark with the carols playing on the car CD player, the cards and the lights and the presents and the food in the end. And the tv and DVDs, and my foster-church.
I also went out for a lovely Christmas meal with my mates.

My friend rallied a bit in the week before Christmas and I knew she would be there on Christmas Day.

The weather turned bad just before Christmas. And the local party was dampened.

I had agreed to work on Christmas Eve, Boxing Day, NewYears Eve and Day and was surprised that they also put me on the rota for all other days without a break.
 On Christmas eve night things got too much, I was tired of the way I was being treated, and when they left me as the sole driver and tried to make me stay on and on and work after 11pm when I was due to stop and go to Midnight Mass, an argument broke out. 
I was left very upset but I quit. And I am glad I did, I won't be exploited any more.
 I was crying as I went to Mass, but I found the service comforting.
I got home at 2am on Christmas morning and slept peacefully into Christmas Day.

We had a lovely Christmas Day and my friend was happy, she enjoyed her last Christmas with all her family there, and they looked after me well and it was lovely. She made an effort to live to see it. Now she sleeps a lot and hasn't got long to live.

On Monday I went to spend the day with a disabled friend who is alone and without carers over Christmas, I cooked him a full Christmas dinner and we had a great day. So lucky me, I have had TWO Christmas Days! How greedy can you get?!

I have had a peaceful holiday of tv and DVDs, walks by the sea and quiet time here. I have been covering extra rounds for the paper shop though.
And I am already starting my next music course, I am self-taught at the moment but putting in for exams is easy. On Christmas Eve I got the results of the exam that the church disrupted, I passed. I also have my next wave of assignments for university to work on, and I am hoping the Church of England doesn't further disrupt my course.

 It is hard to be optimistic about 2016, I am under too much strain from the Church of England and other areas and I need to find more work. However, all I can do is try to hold my head up and face the future bravely and fight for things to get better. As I hope I have done this year.

Happy New Year everyone! :):):) Blessings and prayers for a better year all round.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPnhaGWBnys

A new letter to the Bishop

Further letter of warning to the Bishop of Winchester to cease harassing the vulnerable adult known as HG who he has overseen two years of public humiliation, defamation and harm as well as branding and vilifying her to the whole of the Church of England.

07/11/15

Dear Bishop Dakin,

I know that you are well aware of my distress so I will keep this short, I don’t need to rewrite my previous letters, they are available here, some of them are available here:

http://www.opnlttr.com/letter/1st-open-letter-bishop-winchester-0

http://www.opnlttr.com/letter/second-open-letter-bishop-winchester

What I would like to ask is why am I still suffering after two and a half years, still denied justice or even a voice while you and the Archbishop and the Bishop of Dover have given plenty of audience to the defendants who you handed the abuse and safeguarding report over to. Has it not occurred to you that those people can’t write a report about themselves and be honest? Have you not realised that abusers don’t take responsibility and do vilify their victims?

Oh, I forgot, you don’t think I am a victim, because, having never met me or heard my story, you are happy to listen to a carefully put together account of how mad and bad I am. And you don’t know anything about Jersey obviously, I mean launching the Korris rubbish into the press showed that you knew nothing about either Jersey or safeguarding, and you know nothing about me except that you can put the phone down on me but not on Philip Bailhache!

I am writing to remind you that you are responsible for me being harassed, harmed and defamed as a result of the report that you handed over to the defendants to write and now refuse to release to them so that they can publicly triumph in the last straw of destroying me and exonerating the wrongdoers. I have to ask you, have you gone stark raving mad? Are you a psychopath? If not, then what on earth do you think you are doing leaving me to suffer without having done any sort of investigation into what happened to me in Jersey or Winchester? You have allowed the defendants, Jane Fisher and Bob Key to have a very full and public say against me, so when will you arrange a full and published report into my side of things? It is logical that there would be such a report isn’t it?

After all, I have suffered the Church of England and it’s abuse all my adult life, while the people who have harmed me have lived off it’s riches and powers, I have been sexually, emotionally and mentally abused and yet it is only the other side of the story being published. I know the Church of England is very skewed and their behaviour is constantly morally indefensible, especially when it comes to using abuse victims as press stunts, but surely even you can see that there is no grounds whatsoever for leaving me suffering in silence and attacked in the press every few months, this is not a sustainable way of life, and it really has come to a head with the recent song and dance in the press ruining my exam revision and results.

I have tried, despite the non-stop onslaught against me, to move on and live my life, but you won’t let me.  Your conflicted report and the way you have stirred the Jersey Deanery and States up against me to use their huge power for hatred and destroyal that even puts Jane Fisher’s vindictiveness to shame, and you are leaving me suffering because basically you are a cowardly and dishonest man, proven in you threatening me after you launched against me publicly and crushed me and again left me outcast from my friends, family and community in 2013.

Therefore you are responsible for my suffering, and putting the phone down on me while slandering me to people who haven’t met me and giving the defendants a full audience is no longer an acceptable solution. If you do not release me from you murderous grip on my life and your denial of my wellbeing and safety, I am going to die, and while Jane Fisher may vindictively call that attention seeking and all the other lies I watched her trot out against me, I have barely survived this, you have no legal right to punish me any further and stronger and more whole people have committed suicide over less than a terrible and unending hell such as this is.

I am not threatening suicide but I am ill and I am physically deteriorating again after such hard work and effort to get better, and it becomes simply too much in the end.

Please ensure that I have a fair hearing in the Church of England and with the general public. You have offered no apology whatsoever for your abuse of me over the last few years, and indeed, you have many apologies to make to me and others and it is time that you did this and brought what has been the most astounding charade of incompetence and deceit and complete and utter aimlessness in wasting money to an end. If the church has millions to waste on trying to kill someone who they label as a black sheep, why not voluntarily start paying Peter Ball’s victims and the Chichester and Kendal House victims compensation? That  would mean more to the public than Paul Butler’s empty-hearted deceit and PR stunts.

Sincerely,

HG