Persecution Of Another Escapee From CSA SRA

01/06/2025. Edited Post.

Debbie, I sincerely hope you come back and read this, an organisation I have found helpful can certainly help you as well: 1800 RESPECT, please call them or visit their site online for help.

The last post of an email addressed to the NSW Premier and Minister for Fair Trading and others mentioned how both myself and my full time carer are helping another escapee from Child Sex Abuse and Satanic Ritual Abuse, along with his full time carer and her teenage son. This email dated 10th December 2014 can be found here

We have not received any replies to our email nor have we received any help with assisting these 3 victims who have fled from New South Wales Australia.

Both my full time carer and I are only on disability incomes, which on their own barely support 2 adults, and we have been financially paying for over 6 weeks for 4 adults and a teenager.

This man has been brutalised from infancy, continuing throughout his life.

Today’s post below; describes in brief his recent inhumane treatment and a few of the many abuses his carer has suffered.

Phillip John Williams/Adams worked for Criminal Justice Program for House with No Steps.
Phillip John Williams/Adams was assigned to Dean Henry as his Key worker. (Key worker is a staff member specifically to oversee the individuals “client” every day living and medical needs).
Once Dean moved in with me (Deborah Buchanan) things were going really well for Dean, Dean was not taking drugs and was emotionally settled. Dean was feeling calm and happy. Only after Phillip Williams began taking Dean out of our home did things take a change for the worst. Nearly on every occasion Dean left home with Phil Williams, Dean returned in a psychotic mental state.
Once Dean returned from being with Phillip; Dean’s mental state was that of a young child something I had never witnessed with Dean before, Dean walked up to me and showed me his undies and said look there’s blood in my undies, when I asked Dean what caused this he became verbally aggressive and so I did not question Dean anymore about it.
I noticed on a number of occasions after this one incident that Dean’s underwear continued to have blood stains on them. Dean told me it was due to piles (hemorrhoids).
On many occasions whilst Dean went off with Phillip Adams, Phillip would pick Dean up from our home and Phillip would take Dean straight to a drug house to score.
Once Phillip talked Dean into stealing from my credit card $900. This was done at Michael Hill Jewelers in Dapto New South Wales. My credit card was signature only and was snapped in half and had only my name on it. The jewellery store accepted my card in 2 pieces! Dean managed to purchase a $900.00 ring and then return the ring for a refund and have the money placed into Dean’s own personal bank account. Obviously this had to have been pre planned by Phillip and possibly the staff at Michael Hill Jewelers in Dapto New South Wales.
Phillip would also take Dean to various hock shops around Wollongong to sell mine and my son’s belongings. This all happened while Phillip was on shift; working for House with no Steps.
Phillip Williams, Dean’s State Care Key worker actually drove Dean to all these places which obviously show Phillips clear intention to steal from me!
Since Dean left jail he has been placed under the public guardian and Dean’s Public Guardian name was James O’Connor, James made contact with me on the 1st of November 2013 by phone. James told me that “I was to read between the lines” and that I was to have Dean leave my home and go back to live at/under House with No Steps, I told James to do his own dirty work and I was not going to do this. James then threatened that if I did not do so that someone would make allegations against Dean and have Dean placed back in jail. Once again I told James no. I believe James O’Connor was trying to cunningly pressure me so Dean would be forced to stay at “House with no Steps” in order for them to keep their share of the huge Government program money of $500,000. I believe this situation is common in New South Wales State Care and they do not want to help clients to be able to live independently because they would lose the huge amounts of public money from their own corrupt control.
Phillip Williams stated to me that James O’Connor was an ex Catholic Priest. Dean later confirmed that James O’Connor was under a different name I believe Dealy? And he came from England to avoid allegations of pedophilia and continued to abuse children here in Australia which included my husband Dean when he was a child in Penrith Sydney and again as an adult once Dean first left jail and James became Dean’s Public Guardian.
When Dean came to live with me I would constantly report back to the managers of Criminal Justice Program and state my concerns of Dean’s mental state and they refused to help even when I would call for immediate help they would do nothing. I have now been informed that many managers staff from house With No Steps Wollongong are all involved in a sex/paedophilia cult. David Guy, Anthony Pritchard, Phil Williams, Gavin Baldock, Julia Davis to name a few.
Also Wayne Zhara and Vanessa and other staff from ADDHC.
These people have been placed in Government Agencies to ensure victims do not talk. And so they can continually abuse them as adults.
Phillip John Williams use to be known as Phillip Robert Adams you can locate Phillip Robert Adams on the MAKO file list.
Phillip John Williams/Adams is a known rapist, pedophile and alleged murderer.
Phillip also has his young grandson live with him.
Wollongong and Lake Illawarra police in New South Wales and detectives are fully aware of the pedophile racket happening in Wollongong!
Dean is funded $500,000 a year which goes to Government organisation to oversee his rehabilitation back into the community yet Dean’s disability pension is to expected to fund these services.
Dean is under the Financial Guardian who is currently Peter Francis from The Bathurst Tag branch Bathurst NSW. Peter who states he works for Dean’s financial best interest has knowingly against Dean’s wishes funded these services even after it was brought to his attention Dean was being abused by people who worked in these services!
Dean had made contact recently to Peter Francis requesting to have money for food and medication. Peter verbally promised Dean this as I was a witness to these calls and never followed through on his promise. Once again Peter Francis; the Bathurst Tag branch in NSW states he works in Dean’s best interest. Yet took it on himself to leave Dean hungry and in pain and homeless!
Dean has requested on numerous occasions to have all of his personal finance statements to be sent to him and Peter has failed to do so.
My son became ill at the beginning of this year and his health continued to deteriorate, I followed all doctors orders to no result eventually I had a local GP have my son see a specialist in another state. This specialist was nervous and did not ask the usual physical conditions, not even requesting any medical imagery but instead told me to see numerous GP’s, both my son and I left the consultation upset and we agreed to ignore his plan. Approximately 2 weeks later I received a call from the Specialist on a Sunday night at 9.30 pm and he said that I needed to ignore his plans and that he felt that my son would now show signs of improvement, he ended the call saying remember we are here to help.

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Pine Lodge Christmas 1966/7

(Readers of this post may wish to first read an earlier post I wrote about Pine Lodge for more background information).

I was taken, on the summer holidays at Christmas 1966/7, to Pine Lodge, Inverloch, Victoria, Australia (located in South Gippsland, Victoria) by my Harmer/Farthing families. This was before I had made one of my most important decisions, to remember everything about Pine Lodge, and it was also before I was tall enough to read the Guest List of all the family names of people attending this evil place.

I need to express that I cannot write with full details about the 4th dimension as in this post are events from the natural and supernatural dark dimension. I can only write what did happen. My main reason for putting up this brief encounter on the supposed holiday is to give my readers a full understanding of the nature of power, the total control imposed on me when I was 4 years old, and to show the full nature of my mother, the main torturer / abuser of all of her children.

“Pine Lodge Private Hotel was opened in 1930 with luxury accommodation, entertainment and sporting activities including a nine hole golf course, two tennis courts and horse riding. Designed as a country club it continued to run until 1981 attracting the social elite from Melbourne. Pine Lodge had the first telephone in Inverloch and a 33 yard sea water swimming pool (when built, the largest private swimming pool in Australia). For five years during WW2 it was used as a Naval Hospital. It was demolished in 1985.”

See link for original photographs here.

Above links for photos of Pine Lodge have been removed, I have added another photo of the main building here

The owner of Pine Lodge was Calvert Wyeth, but I remember him being referred to as ‘Old Jim’ and his eldest son as Young Jim’.

Pine Lodge in Inverloch, Victoria, Australia not only had the elite from Melbourne (the capital city of Victoria, Australia) but also had many interstate and international global satanic network families holiday there. The festivals were of the Jimmy Savile style.

I was 3 years old when I was first taken on these horror holidays to Pine Lodge, and I was either taken there by the Harmer/Farthing family or sent to other relatives’ homes to stay on my own and still attend all the festivals at Pine Lodge.

Please find at the end of this post pictures I drew of this place over 8 years ago for my statement with the Victoria Police.

Below is some of the story about two torture sessions during one of the horror holidays at Pine Lodge. Much of this material is drawn directly from the detailed statement I provided to the Victorian Police in 2006. To date, the Victorian Police have taken absolutely no interest in what I have told them. I have also used a small section from one of the books I am currently writing in a series that will be called “A Hell’s Creation”. The title of Book 1 will be “Conception to the first Coming of Age.”

The man with long white hair was my uncle, named Alan Farthing-King, and he was the family’s “warlock”. It was Summer Solstice and all of my family and many people from interstate were at Pine Lodge.

We also had many relatives who lived in Inverloch, Korumburra and Wonthaggi.

The buildings at Pine Lodge made it look like a normal old holiday resort. There was a main building and behind this were private bath-roomed suites and dormitories with only bunk beds and hand basins in them. There were separate bathrooms. The communal kitchen was very big.

During the daytime, we seemed like a normal family, going to the beach, the shops and having a holiday, the same as the other guests there did.

At night time, I would go into our dormitory with my mother and sister. Both my brothers, Tony and Danny, stayed in dormitories as well. My grandparents stayed in a private suite. I was woken up and was still wearing my pyjamas as I was taken. I was taken through the big kitchen and I noticed there was a door we walked through into an area like a wine cellar and at the back of the racks of wine bottles was a sliding door holding the wine bottles (it looked like part of the wall), and then we walked down the stairs into the basement.

I had, even by this age, been taken into many basements.

Inside this very big basement were lots of people, naked except for the masks they wore on their faces. Some of these masks looked like they were out of the 1700s like in a masked ball and other masks were very scary animals.

My family got undressed and put on masks. I also had to get undressed and Danny and I did not get a mask but both Janet and Tony did get masks. There were other younger children there who did not have masks on either.

I noticed, as I had seen my mother before, adorned as ‘Medusa’, sitting in what seemed like an old medieval throne, with black snakes coming out of her head.

Uncle Alan was naked and with what looked like a large wooden mask covering his face. I recognised him by his long white hair and the signet ring on his right hand that was only worn at these types of festivals.

He took across to my mother acting as ‘Medusa’ a large hessian bag and untied the rope at the top of the bag and then turned the bag upside down. Coming out of the bag was the same large snake that I had seen before, with a head at each end and no tail. It slithered (not in a normal snake-like way) across to my mother’s feet and raised each of its heads up on either side of her. Each head was like cobras (with flat heads).

Then there was also the usual array of many other smaller shiny black snakes appearing all over the floor; these snakes would always bite everyone, including myself, and their bites hurt.

All the masked naked people were talking very excitedly to each other and in the middle of the room was a marble altar similar to ones I had seen before and the floor was white marble with black in it.

Uncle Alan was acting as the number one ‘warlock. He brought into the room a tiny newborn baby. It had all of its features but was very small, so small that Uncle Alan could carry the baby in one hand. The baby was naked and still had the curly thing in its stomach and I could see that it was a boy. The baby was placed on the altar and all the people went quiet.

The ‘warlock’ then picked up the same curved knife that I had seen before and started to slice pieces of flesh off the baby boy’s arms and legs. He sliced many times and the baby was screaming. He also cut off all of the baby boy’s genitals. The pieces of the baby that were sliced off were put into a large marble bowl. The screaming was horrible and I tried to look away but my grandfather was behind me and grabbed me by the hair and forced me to watch. All the other children were forced to watch this also.

The ‘warlock’ then put the curved knife down and picked up a knife that looked like a serrated edged dagger. It was large and he used this to cut the baby’s throat and the baby’s blood ran down the channels in the marble altar. There was a young woman there holding a large gold goblet to catch the baby’s blood. The baby stopped screaming.

This same young woman picked up the large marble bowl with the baby boy’s flesh in it and as it was very big she put it on her hip and then picked up the goblet and took them both to ‘Medusa’, who then ate the baby’s genitals and drank some of the blood. The goblet and bowl were then passed onto the ‘warlock’, and he also ate some flesh and drank some blood. Then the same young woman came and took both the bowl and goblet again and passed them around the crowd from the eldest to the youngest to eat and drink from.

There was the same insane chanting and the ‘warlock’ was saying: “That whoever ate the flesh and drank the blood that they would have eternal life from this fountain of youth”.

The crowd of people ended up in a circle. I was dragged into this circle and when it was my turn to eat the baby boy’s flesh, I would not and the ‘warlock’ came over and grabbed my nose so that I could not breathe and the young woman holding the bowl on her hip shoved a small piece of the baby boy’s flesh in my mouth. While this was happening, my nose was still being held and the only way to breathe was to then swallow the baby boy’s flesh.

Then the ‘warlock’ held the large goblet to my mouth and said: “Drink this.” I only pretended to drink from the goblet and as it was so large it spilled over the sides and ran down my chin.

A few children younger than me had to eat and drink the baby boy as well. Sometime later what was left of the baby boy’s remains were taken away.

The air smelt foul. There was a very dark oppressiveness that made the air thick and hard to breathe and ‘the strange creatures’ were everywhere.

My mother, sitting in her throne acting as ‘Medusa’, then cried out: “Let the games begin!”

The crowd then cheered and then started having sex with each other, men with men, two men with one woman, and women with women. Animals were also brought out to fuck as well and the guillotine was unveiled by my Uncle Alan, the ‘warlock’.

I believe my birth father was at this event as well. Leonard Farthing and he and my mother had separated, but both would be at these meetings.

The same young woman who had passed around the bowl and goblet then willingly walked towards the guillotine saying: “Tonight I die an honourable death.” She then knelt down on her knees and put her head in the half curved place under the metal blade and there was a wicker basket on the floor in front of her face.

A man who looked older, but whose face was hard to see as he had it painted with stripes, then knelt down behind the laughing young woman and shoved his dick into her. At this time, the ‘warlock’ was standing beside the guillotine with a rope that was hanging from it in his hand. The man fucking the young woman told the ‘warlock’ when he wanted him to pull on the rope.

The young woman was still laughing and the man fucking her nodded his head to the ‘warlock’. At the same time, my mother (‘Medusa’) screamed out hysterically: “Off with her head!” The rope was pulled and the young woman’s head came off and landed with a thud into the basket. The crowd then cheered and the man fucking the young woman got more excited with fucking the young woman’s body that was still moving, even without her head. Eventually he stopped fucking her.

Uncle Alan, in his role of ‘warlock’, then got dressed in a black robe with a hood and the same signet ring on his finger that I had seen many times before and came over and dragged me by my hair into the laboratory; this was another room in the huge basement of Pine Lodge.

The laboratory’s door was very big and made from heavy looking wood. It was unlocked and wide open. I was dragged into this laboratory by my hair and then forced into a large wooden chair. I was told that due to my continual disobedience that I was going to be punished.

Arguing only made any and all tortures worse, so I said nothing.

My mother came into the laboratory dressed as ‘Medusa’, still with the black snakes in her head, and she was wearing a mask. She had in her hands a round metal head brace with thick screws that were approximately 2 inches long.

My mother then put this metal brace around my head and Uncle Alan the ‘warlock’ had his hands firmly on both of my shoulders to keep me sitting in the chair. He was behind me and my mother was standing in front of me.

Then Uncle Alan used white cloth rags to tie both of my hands behind not only my back, but also the back of the chair, all the time complaining that he would need longer rags as my arms were too short. He then tied my ankles with some more white cloth rags around both of my ankles to the front of the chair legs. I could not move and my arms were hurting.

The metal brace was put on my head and another steel band was bolted to the top of the brace to sit over the top and crown of my head; it had a hinge on the metal brace which was then clamped shut.

My mother was still acting as ‘Medusa’ with the black snakes in her head, but they now were spitting and hissing at me. They were very scary. My mother then started to tighten the thick large screws into my head, saying: “This is what happens to bad girls.”

The pain was horrendous and the pressure from the screws got worse as my mother tightened them harder for a very long time. Finally, my mother stopped this and unclamped and took the metal brace off my head.

My mother then said: “If I am not mad, I will be punished more.” The reason my mother said this was to make it clear to me that I was supposed to say that I was mad in order to avoid further punishment.

However, I instead answered back: “I am not mad.”

Her reply was that: “Only people who admit they are mad are not mad anymore. Anyone who denies that they are mad is mad.”

I was then grabbed by my hair again by my mother and the snakes in her head started to bite me. She then dragged me by my hair across the laboratory to a long narrow table that had a helmet and leather arm and leg straps on the sides of the table.

My mother kept repeating the insane words about madness and the snakes in her head kept biting me and so I thought that if I said that I was mad, the torture would stop. So I told her that I was mad.

This only made my mother start breaking into her insane, cackling laughter. She then said:

“Seeing that you are mad, then this will fix your madness.”

Uncle Alan the ‘warlock’ and my mother the ‘witch’ then threw me onto the table saying that I needed my madness fixed.

They both put my wrists and ankles into the leather straps and tightened them so that I could not move my arms or legs. My mother then put the helmet that had some sort of cords in it onto my head. She also put something flat and hard across ways into my mouth. She then moved her right hand towards a lever. I could see some sort of gauges next to the red lever and she pulled the lever down.

My mother pulled this lever up and down many times and now I had a different horrendous pain, to not only my head, but my whole body, and my body was jerking. Electricity was being run through my body.

I vaguely remember hearing my mother say: “We cannot cure this madness, we will have to do this again another time.” The last thing I heard her say was that my name was ‘Mad Maureen’. From this point on, ‘Mad Maureen’ was the name used by my mother whenever she wanted obedience.

The next morning, still at Pine Lodge, I was dribbling, my head was aching very badly and I could hardly stand. My mother then combed my hair, telling me that I had lollies stuck in my hair, and that is was what mad people do, stick lollies in their hair.

I was then taken through the kitchen into the cool room where all the meats and vegetables were kept. There was a large door that separated the cool room from the kitchen. Again, I was stripped naked. It was freezing cold. I was dragged by my hair through a doorway to another cool room and this second doorway was closed shut and locked. The light was on and I could see headless bodies hanging on meat hooks and I saw heads on shelves. The heads were both male and female. The bodies and heads didn’t smell, so I think they were fresh. The faces on these heads were smiling.

All the shelves were filled with either heads or very large square glass jars. One jar had what looked like a tiny baby and clear liquid. The other jars had a hearts, livers, kidneys, tongues, brains and dicks, also in clear liquid. I knew all of these body parts as they would be cooked up in the ‘house from hell’ (where I lived in North Footscray, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia).

I was left in this cool room for what seemed forever. I was going blue with the freezing cold. The door was unlocked from the outside and was opened by being slid across and my mother came in and said: “Are you now going to behave yourself?” I told her I would behave myself and then she dressed me in clothes and led me out of the second cool room through the first one that had normal food, meat, beef, lamb and pork hanging from the meat hooks and vegetables in wax boxes sitting on shelves and the floor.

I was told that we were going home that day and that my hair was a mess and needed combing. She used a fine tooth comb. It hurt a lot and I started to cry, which resulted in my mother hitting me very hard in my left ear, which was a common daily thing that she did. My mother told me I had chicken pox and then undressed me and checked my naked body and said that I only had chicken pox in my hair.

She also went on to say that it was a lovely holiday and only spoke about the times we went to the beach and shops.

I now only thought of myself as ‘Given up Maureen’. In total, I ended up with many names of Maureen. My own birth name, Maureen Joan Farthing, was written in the ‘book of death’ when I was only 8 days old, as the Farthing and Harmer families write the names of all children born into their families into this ungodly book. They believe that by writing all their children’s names into this book that then all the children will belong to satan, i.e., opposing the True God and the Lamb’s Book of Life (Holy Bible – Book of Revelations).

Another one of the round metal head braces with screws that was used on me at Pine Lodge was also kept in the ‘house from hell’. This round metal brace was used many times every week as with any specific tortures done in the Farthing and Harmer meeting places, the same objects would also be used to torture and reinforce whatever ‘frame of mind’ was made through torture in the ‘house from hell’.

Below are the drawings I did over 8 years ago for the Victorian Police.

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Pine Lodge, Inverloch, Victoria, Australia

“Pine Lodge Private Hotel [in Inverloch, Victoria, Australia], was opened in 1930 with luxury accommodation, boasting running water, electricity, entertainment, and sporting activities, including a nine hole golf course, two tennis courts, and horse riding. Designed as a country club, it continued to run until 1981, attracting the social elite from Melbourne. Pine Lodge had the first telephone in Inverloch with the phone number of “7” and a 33 yard sea water swimming pool (when built, the largest private swimming pool in Australia). For five years during WW2 it was used as a Naval Hospital. It was demolished in 1985.”

See link for original photographs here:

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The person who built and owned Pine Lodge was a man named Calvert Wyeth. I remember Calvert Wyeth, however, as ‘old Jim’, which is what all the occult members called him and what I called him. Wyeth / ‘old Jim’s’ eldest son was referred to as ‘young Jim’. While Pine Lodge was a favourite destination for Melbourne’s so-called ‘social elite’, it was also a favourite destination of Australian and global satanic network families as well. The festivals and celebrations that took place at Pine Lodge by these families were of the Jimmy Savile style.

I was 3 years old when I was first taken on these horror holidays, and I was either taken there by the Harmer family or sent to other relatives’ homes to stay on my own and still attend all the festivals and celebrations at Pine Lodge.

This place was run down when I first starting going there in the 1960’s, but the weirdest thing is that when the Australia’s Heritage Society first claimed the building/s and land, only the land (dirt) where the original old main building was with the gate pillars remains to the Heritage Society. The Heritage Society is usually there to preserve old buildings.

Please find at the end of this post pictures I drew of this place over 8 years ago for my statement with the Victoria Police.

I will write more in the future about what took place at these festivals and celebrations. Today, however, I want to talk about what took place this time I was taken anywhere near Pine Lodge

Before I start to talk about what went on near Pine Lodge, however, I need to vent. I’ve been having a shocking couple of weeks. I’ve been trying to come off my pain medications. I’ve done so because I’m being stuffed about by a new local doctor who thinks he knows best when he doesn’t. In sheer frustration, I decided a while ago to just get off the medication so I didn’t have to keep dealing with idiots who have no compassion for people who’ve been brutally tortured. I dealt with the pain for over 40 years, but had to give in and realise I need it. So there’s another fight for me. I have to now, AGAIN, fight for the right to have pain medication. This is not something I need right now, as the past 10 years of persecution, in particular this whole year, has caused me to revisit certain abuses/tortures in my young life. Anyway, if this post is a bit hard to read, please excuse me because the pain I’m in at the moment is making everything hard to do. The pain is bringing back memories of torture I endured, which is bad enough, but it also takes me to a very bad place emotionally. This is because the torture was done with the purpose of forcing me to behave in a certain way, most usually in a bad way. Even though, from a very young age, I used these terrible events to bring out the best in myself and do good, it’s still something that causes me trouble today – particularly when I am in mind bending pain!

Anyway, I’m going to tell you about something that happened in the summer of 1968 / 1969. I was 6 years old and had just finished Grade One. It was a bad year. I had again tried to speak to an outsider (my teacher, Miss Crawford) about the continual abuses that were happening to me in the ‘house from hell’ at 37 Rosamond Road, North Footscray, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. My school was North Footscray Primary School. It was also located on Rosamond Road. As always, I was severely punished with many forms of abuse and torture for speaking out to Miss Crawford about what was happening to me. [Note: I tried, many years later, to track down Miss Crawford. The Victorian Public School System did the usual of ALL Government departments, ignored my request to contact this teacher].

Because of what I’d done in trying to get someone from the outside to help me, it was decided that I should be sent, alone, to stay for weeks at some relatives’ (distant cousins of mine) house that was located in Inverloch, only a couple of streets away from Pine Lodge.

The idea was that these people, whose names were Jim and Lil Emery, would deal with me, and that the owner of Pine Lodge, Surname: Wyeth, but known as; ‘old Jim’ would also deal with me. My Harmer grandparents were the ones who transported me to Inverloch. They stayed at Pine Lodge. I was initially left at the house of Jim and Lil Emery. I was later to be taken to Pine Lodge itself for the purpose of torture.

Jim and Lil Emery, my distant cousins, were old – at least their late seventies but possibly even in their eighties – it was hard to tell exactly. Given their advanced years, out of some sort of respect I was expected to have for them and given their blood relationship to me, I was told I had to call Jim and Lil Emery ‘Aunt’ and ‘Uncle’. ‘Uncle Jim’ and ‘Aunt Lil’ were perverts, just like my Harmer grandparents. My Harmer grandparents worked together to anally rape me. My grandfather George Harmer committed the actual rape, while my Harmer grandmother was the one to restrain me. To help restrain me, my grandmother Flora Harmer tied a silk stocking around my neck. These sorts of anal rapes were done to me by many people over my life, starting from when I was 3 years old (by the Harmer grandparents) but continuing well into my adult life – middle age, in fact. There were so many rapes of this type, with the silk stockings around my neck, that today I have a smooth patch of skin on the front of my neck. While I was being anally raped by my Harmer grandfather, my Harmer grandmother would blow white pepper from a saucer into my face so that I would sneeze and thereby enhance his enjoyment of raping me. Others did this too. To this day, I don’t use white pepper.

Like the Harmer’s, the Emery couple, ‘Uncle Jim’ and ‘Aunt Lil’, were perverts and sadists who acted as though they were decent members of the community in public, just like the Farthing and Harmer families pretended to be decent people when in fact they were monsters. This couple, who always made a big show in public of being caring towards children, would often have children at their house in Inverloch. They also had close ties with ‘old Jim Wyeth’ from Pine Lodge.

The first night that I stayed at the home of ‘Uncle Jim’ and ‘Aunt Lil’ Emery, I was obviously drugged. After the first night, I woke up in great pain, which was not something new to me. I knew I was in for a nightmare time, for weeks on end. In the morning, I went for a walk, thinking about how I was going to cope with weeks and weeks of terrible times.
I walked for a very long time along hot, dusty / sandy roads feeling very lonely. I was hot and thirsty and the walking had only made my back, feet and knees ache more than they already were. The weather was awful and there was a hot wind as well, which blew the dirt and sand on me. I was sweating profusely, so the dirt and sand stuck to my skin.

Eventually, from exhaustion, I sat down under a patch of large trees. While I was sitting under the trees, I thought about the night before. I tried to remember exactly what had happened. I clearly remembered that during the night, I had found myself sitting on a different bed to the one I’d been put to bed in. It was the other bed in the spare bedroom of ‘Uncle Jim’ and ‘Aunt Lil’ Emery. I also clearly remembered the pain and that I’d been bleeding from the anus. I was also sneezing a lot. I clearly remembered calling out to ‘Aunt Lil’ Emery but that I was ignored. I clearly remembered having a very bad headache and that the room was very dark. After calling out in the dark for what seemed like hours but might have been less time, I remembered clearly that eventually my eyes adjusted to the dark, and that when they did, I got a shock because I thought I could see a headless person in the room. It took me a while to work out that it was just a dressmaker’s dummy with no head. This sort of thing was not uncommon in my life. My Farthing / Harmer family often played stupid tricks on me like this, such as having someone standing there in the dark with their clothes pulled up over their head and their shoulders padded so it would look as if they were headless.

Anyway, eventually, during that night, I realised it was a dress dummy. I then remembered that I had tried to get off the bed that I found myself sitting on so that I could get back into the bed that I’d been put to sleep in, but that I’d fallen out of the bed when I tried to get off it. Obviously, whatever they’d given me had affected my coordination. I clearly remembered that even then, no-one had come into the room. I then remembered crawling from the floor to the other bed and dragging myself up into it by the bedspread. I was still sneezing, and it was hot and I was very thirsty. As I lay in the bed, thirsty and bleeding, the pain was in the form of a sore anus, stomach cramps, and a sore neck and throat.

Sitting under the tree and going back over the previous night’s memories, I worked out what had happened to me. I was able to work this out by remembering what had happened when I’d first woken up in the morning (before I went for the walk). I’d woken up in the bed I’d dragged myself back into feeling very hot because the bedspread was heavy. ‘Aunt’ Lil’ Emery had come into the room and told me to get up and get dressed. When I walked out of their spare bedroom towards the kitchen, I passed the bedroom of ‘Aunt Lil’. ‘Uncle Jim’ was still in bed, but I noticed that ‘Aunt Lil’ had the same sort of silk stockings on the table beside their bed as the ones owned by my Harmer grandmother. I also noticed a saucer and canister of white pepper next to the stockings. It wasn’t hard to work out what had happened to me and that it was the same as what my Harmer grandparents did to me.

My head was hurting very badly – I had a terrible headache. After seeing the stockings and pepper, I felt like I was going to vomit. ‘Aunt Lil’ Emery called out to me to come and eat breakfast. I didn’t want to eat anything. I sat at the kitchen table with her and she put a bowl of hot porridge in front of me. It was already getting hot, even at that time of the morning. I didn’t want hot food. I didn’t eat the porridge; I just kept moving the thick goo around the bowl. Eventually, ‘Aunt Lil’ Emery said I could leave the table, but not before giving me the same lecture I was used to getting from others about all the starving children in the world and how ungrateful I was not to eat good food.

After I was allowed to get up and leave, I still had an awful headache. I asked if I could go outside. ‘Aunt Lil’ Emery said that I could, but that I was not to wander off on my own. I was very thirsty. As soon as I went out the back door, I looked around for a garden tap so I could drink some water. I found the tap. Unlike the tap outside the ‘house from hell’ in North Footscray, it had the handle attached, so I could turn it on and get my mouth under the tap and drink the water.

As soon as I had a drink, I looked for somewhere where I could get out of the back yard and go for a walk. Despite the instructions I’d been given not to wander off on my own, I did. And, as I’ve recounted, I ended up sitting under the big trees after a very long walk.
As I was sitting under the trees, remembering everything that had taken place from when I’d arrived at Inverloch until now, and thinking about what the coming weeks held in store for me, I could hear the Kookaburras singing and laughing. It didn’t cheer me up. I felt very alone. Before I left for my walk, ‘Aunt Lil’ Emery had also told me that I would be going to Pine Lodge that night. I wished that I could just disappear, or at least fly away with the Kookaburras. I was still feeling nauseous (I probably had heat stroke by then as well) and I felt even sicker when I thought about what would happen to me at Pine Lodge.

As I was going back over the events of the previous night, I also recalled ‘Aunt Lil’ and ‘Uncle Jim’ Emery mockingly calling me by the name ‘Michael’ and telling me that I was a “poof” and that I would “go to hell.” This kind of thing wasn’t new. Only a few days before, when I was still at North Footscray, I’d been forced to engage in sexual activity with my female cousin, and my abusers had told me that I was a lesbian. [Note: I will write more in the future about this technique of calling me different names and explain why it was done].

Under the trees, thinking about what was in store for me at Pine Lodge, I decided I was most probably going to be forced to engage in sexual activity with another creepy kid. Whether the other kid was going to be male or female would just depend on what the adults would find most amusing.

Suddenly, I was distracted by the fact that the Kookaburras had stopped singing. I realised I’d been gone from the house for many hours as the sun was high in the sky. It was sweltering hot by now. I was by now extremely thirsty, my headache was still there, and I felt like I was going to vomit. I knew that I’d better get back to the Emery house quickly, since I’d been told I was not supposed to wander off.

So I got up and started the long walk back, knowing that I would be in even more trouble than before because I’d disobeyed ‘Aunt Lil’ Emery, but resolute that whatever the coming weeks had in store for me, I would get through them.

As I approached the house of ‘Aunt Lil’ and ‘Uncle Jim’ Emery, I could hear ‘Aunt Lil’ calling out my birth name, ‘Maureen’. As soon as I entered the back yard, she started telling me off for going out of the backyard. When I got close enough to the back door, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me inside. Her voice changed from her normal voice to a strange, deep voice, and she called me ‘Michael’, telling ‘Michael’, that he was going to get belted with ‘Uncle Jim’s trouser belt.

What followed was weeks of discipline and torture, both in the Emery household and in Pine Lodge. I will write more about this soon. For now, I will leave this post with this: As I/‘Michael’ was being belted, I made one of many important decisions in my young life: I was going to make more ‘spies’ in my set of ‘identities’ and that they were going to remember EVERYTHING about all the times I was taken to Inverloch, and ESPECIALLY Pine Lodge.
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Harassment and Persecution

How many times have Escapees of Ritual Abuse been referred to as paranoid, psychotic, delusional and all other slanderous statements?

And yet my former ‘ so-called carer’ (not an Escapee of Ritual Abuse) has had continual Harassment and Persecution from whistle blowing about many different cover ups of not just Child Sex Abuse, but Government Department cover ups on a large scale of many different sources.

Added: 06/06/2025; the site called: truthaustralia.com also needs a massive clean up before I officially hand it over to Michael Mathews. To all authorities who have had so much paperwork re; his corruption and paranoia, I regretfully inform you that all the info you get sent plus more will be sent to you all; again, with other corruption issues he feels has been been subjected to and the attacks he believes he is constantly under. I am not apologising for his behaviour, as you all have the luxury of discarding any landline mail, or deleting any via internet. I unfortunately DO NOT have this luxury, I have had this everywhere now for 20+ years, engulfing every house I live in, taking over even my suitcases, laptop bags, storage, and many arguments that this same regurgitated shit smothers all my belongings; and takes priority in a delusional way; adding to his own delusions of grandeur. 

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And for myself of trying for 50 years to speak out about Ritual Abuse and Satanic Ritual Abuse in both my Farthing and Harmer families and many churches I have come across, just to name a couple. I have had continual Registered Mail Stolen, Statutory Declarations taken out of Government Files, Mobile Phones hacked to the point that they have crashed and all memory wiped from them, continual interference with any Electronic Mail, Crashing, Infecting pc’s, the list goes on.

All I can say if I’m deluded, paranoid or so called mad, then why as a mad person not to be believed are all my communications a problem for these so called normal people? This is only some of the continual harassment.

And the persecution, again if I’m the mad person they claim I am, well then I should be of NO threat to them, as they keep saying it’s all so bizarre, don’t believe it.

Why then am I the person harassed? I never thought mad people could gain so much unwanted attention. Yet I have never attacked anyone in my life, yet they are so paranoid that they continually attack me.

Who really is paranoid here? And what are they trying to keep hidden? I have no secrets; I am only a witness to their evil!

The funniest thing about all of this is that they finally had me quiet for a year or so due to chronic illness, but were they satisfied that I was finally quiet? No they still continued the Harassment and Persecution and so of course they have managed just to pick off scabs, let the wounds bleed again and ultimately cause me to speak out, now about everything.

Please find at the end, the evidence of the guaranteed Registered Mail to the courageous Australian whistle blower Detective Inspector Peter Fox.

This letter was sent to Raymond Terrace Police Station NSW, but this guaranteed Mail never got to him. This letter was sent by my Carer Michael Mathews after another failed attempt to give information and evidence to NSW Police.

We had contacted the Police and they said they were sending a Detective out to speak with us but telephoned soon after and cancelled the appointment. Why?

We can only assume that they checked our names and found that we have sent information and evidence about widespread Ritual Abuse networks to ALL Authorities in Australia but none of them want to respond because the evidence and information that I have is extensive and they obviously do not want to address it. As Dr Reina Michaelson also found out and was also Persecuted.

This means that this Mail was intercepted and stolen. As it was sent to a Police Station it’s not imaginable that anyone other than Police Staff could have stopped this letter from reaching Detective Inspector Peter Fox.

Detective Inspector Peter Fox has also been Persecuted and apparently had multiple threats since bravely exposing cover ups by Police in conjunction with Catholic Church Officials.

This now known as the Catholic Mafia in Australia.

A large quantity of evidence was also sent the Victorian State Premier; Ted Bailleau and his Office thoroughly examined the information and evidence and diligently sent it to the appropriate Minister for Human Services; Mary Wooldridge and ultimately they sent ALL of the evidence to the Victorian Police on behalf of myself and my brother Danny.

The Victorian Police have NEVER responded.

I believe I have answered the question about their justifiable paranoia!

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Lies About Ritual Abuse

Myths and Misconceptions Surrounding Ritual Abuse

Ritual Abuse doesn’t happen in real life

Ritual Abuse is movie made for entertainment

Children at a very young age have a vivid imagination

Young children have watched too many horror movies

Children have read too many fairy tales

The child suffers from ADHD or has a mental illness

And the list goes on.

Facts

Ritual Abuse is happening on a large scale, so large that the world is full of occult tactics; occult simply meaning hidden from the public.

Much of our movie entertainment is full of occult themes, everyone in the world is exposed to this so to de-sensitise the shocking reality of what is happening.

Yes children in general have vivid imaginations, but very young children do not normally speak about Ritual Abuse unless they have witnessed or experienced this for themselves.

Why would parents subject young children to watching horror movies?

And if the reader goes and looks up the original fairy tales, especially written by the brothers Grimm, you will find these fairy tales were very gruesome.

How many children in today’s world are put onto drugs given out by doctors, paediatricians for so called mental illness, disorders? These drugs then make the child/children appear to have a form of the illness said from the drugs.

Speaking from my own experiences growing up in a multi generational satanic Ritual Abuse family, Farthing and Harmer families with extended family members and associated networks into Ritual Abuse against children, Torture, Child Prostitution, Snuff Movies, Live Snuff, Bestiality and all forms of Sexual Perversions, complete crushing of the Spirit, Emotional Abuse, Mental Abuse and Heartbreak.

Throughout my own childhood especially any of the times I tried to tell other people what was happening in just the family home itself instantly any of my ex family members would tell the person I speaking to that I had been watching too many horror movies, read too many fairy tales or just making things up.

Excuse me! I started trying to tell people about the atrocities as soon as I could speak at 2 years of age. And of course why didn’t anyone ask my ex Farthing and Harmer family members the obvious question; “why is such a young child watching horror movies?

Again at 4 years old when the Farthing and Harmer family tried to marry me to my eldest brother in satan’s name (this was done out of the family home in an occult setting with all extended family members and their associates from all over the country present) and I tried to tell the local church (Church of England/Anglican, not a Salvation Army Hall on this occasion) about this and immediately was told that God is not happy with me and Jesus hates liars.

Excuse me again! How on earth can a 4 year old make up such a revolting and evil thing, where would a 4 year old back in the mid 60’s with the censorship laws for children’s viewing gain this sort of information?

Many forms of Torture would be used based on fairy tales and again if a child tries to tell people about this, it’s immediately dismissed. Notwithstanding the true Holy Bible’s twisting of biblical stories to Torture and confuse a child’s own Spirituality. This is of course to create confusion or blame God or Jesus for the suffering the child must endure, to force the child into the same belief system of evil.

This is not a child’s free will to choice and if the child is lucky to survive childhood, then this adult still doubt themselves and is meant to ignore their own choice of faith.

Again it’s about controlling every aspect of the child’s life, which in turn controls the child when grown up into adulthood to continue their family tradition of evil.

The saddest part of all of this is that the child due to much torture will eventually say anything; agree to anything to make the Torture stop. Many studies have been done on the non effectiveness of Torture used to force people into the opposite of their own belief systems, give up information etc, this has been well documented with adults, well the same goes for young children and even infants.

Torture has been used for thousands of years especially in Ritual Abuse to force the child or adult to do or say something against their own will. It is an ancient tactic used also by many cultures for the same purpose.

It’s used to find the breaking point and convert the child or adult into what the Torturer wants to hear, followed up by what the Torturer wants them to believe and behave, i.e., to make something false become a truth for the child who then becomes an adult.

This of course leaves the child with a false guilt and a shame that belongs to the Torturer, which can take this person’s lifetime to overcome.

A new post has been added 01/06/2025

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Love

06/06/2025: I will be editing this post also, when I can find the time; as I do also have so much going on in my real life, thank you all for your patience.

Today is a day of remembrance for the ones who have lived through the battle of life and who have fought the good fight.
And for the rest of still living and fighting our battles in life, we thank those who worked so hard before us to bring light into the darkness.

In remembrance of Erin Sondra: my beloved daughter who now rests in peace: Thank you for love.

Today’s post is a poem from a book that I am writing, called Book 1: ‘A Hell’s Creation’ Conception to the 1st Coming Of Age.

DEFINITION OF TORTURE

A song can be sung in a heartbeat
A lifetime can be lived within a song.

All the pain and searing heat
Seem to last Eternity long.

I wait for the morning sun to rise
At last the shadows do flee

My heart beats with my cries
And yet even in this; “I am Free”

My heart will rise above
The Son kisses me with Peace

I am kissed with Love
This very long night to cease

This strength to endure;
That is not mine
Keeps my heart beating;
For All of time.

A new day; A new dawn
Another cold day to face

I am thrown on the dewy lawn
I do not get to set this pace

Yet I will rise above
And soar in the open place

The trembling cold leaves
My heart’s determination soars

My hopeful soul cleaves
I have no locked doors

I have in my heart; He who never leaves
Another long day; Til the sunset does tease

A new song in my heart
Ready for another night

I will make it through; I will follow the Way
My life in this song; Keeps me from going astray.

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Dr Epstein: Ritual Abuse Doctor

Every multi generational ritual abuse family will use the Australian Medical System to continue the cover ups of ritual abuses against children.

These abuses are not limited to physical and sexual, but also Doctors and Surgeons and some major public and small private hospitals will be used to include torture and surgical torture.

For my siblings and I our Local Family Doctor that was used was Dr Zigmund Epstein of Barkly St, Footscray Victoria.

I have always thought this was a bizarre Doctor to use as he was so easy to distinguish and remember. Not only was he very odd looking and an unusual sort of person, but he had had his voice box removed and used to have to hold his hand against his throat to speak. This is what I remember about him the most. My ex family would have been wiser to have selected a Local Doctor not so noticeable, but wisdom is not a common thing amongst the Farthing and Harmer families as they rely purely on cunning.

This Dr Epstein was not only limited to his surgery and hospital medical procedures, but as was common in the 60’s – 70’s; home visits, but the home visits also included all relatives and their local associates homes. In other words everywhere I was taken for my Farthing and Harmer families’ trips to immediate, distant families and their associates for child trafficking (paid prostitution) this Doctor would ultimately be there also.

Dr Zigmund Epstein was also at many other places when extended family members got together especially for our so called holidays at an old holiday resort and these holidays would also attract many more extended family members from many other states and territories in Australia.

Many of the associates to my in particular Farthing and Harmer families would also come to the Christmas and Easter holidays at Pine Lodge, Inverloch, Victoria. Of course there were many other families involved with ritual abuse against children in Australia, bringing with them both some of their doctors and specialists.

Included with the Farthing and Harmer families was also a remarriage within the Farthing family and another name was brought into this network of; King and King-Farthing. This family was and still is very extensive in ritual abuse networks of child trafficking, child prostitution, disgusting sexual perversions of bestiality with children and of course much physical, mental, emotional and mind trauma abuse including torture. And many other whole families were and still are involved with ritual abuse against children, which of course ends a very long list of names.

Getting back to this particular Dr Epstein, he did a great deal of damage to all the 4 remaining children born into the Farthing and Harmer families, (as another older brother is also deceased with a very suspicious death certificate which does not line up with the common story of his death being from ‘cot death’). This was when Dr Epstein had a medical practice in Sunshine, Victoria several years before I was born.

However I can speak directly about this doctor with abuses especially against my older brother Danny and me. My eldest siblings; a sister (murdered by family) and my eldest brother (a convicted sex offender), known as Tony Farthing, who also likes to call himself George or Leonard especially when he is in a perpetrator role, these 2 siblings were and are much older than myself and so I didn’t see our family doctor’s treatment against them to the same extent as to my older brother and me.

Eg; this doctor was also behind my 2 year older brother being made a ‘ward of the state’ and when he was only 10 years old he was placed into an institution called; Kew Cottages, Melbourne. Prior to this same doctor was also behind the lie that my brother had epilepsy and also had this brother sent to Fairfield Infectious Diseases Hospital, Melbourne when he was less than 2 weeks old.

With the cover ups of ritual abuse against my brother then also the Royal Melbourne Childrens’ Hospital also became involved, but the truth of his so called diseases, epilepsy were actually the fact that same as our other deceased brother; Danny was another male child and so was not wanted and was abused from the moment he was born.

This included drugs to make him appear to have epilepsy, which of course after many years of drugging him up this has caused a form of epilepsy. Aside from this type of drugging there is of course the severe physical torture done to him to the extent that his natural face is now unrecognizable.

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But of course from a very young age, even in my own infancy I remember quite clearly of seeing my Farthing-King and Harmer families’ string up my brother with fishing line and large fish hooks to hang as a wooden doll; like the fairytale of Pinocchio.

Only a few years ago when my brother was rushed into hospital and very ill, my full time carer and I along with 1 of my brother’s carers were at the hospital with Danny and I was speaking to his carer with Danny of this cruel and outrageous torture done to him. Within this conversation my brother then showed the scars on his body to not only myself, but both mine and his carer. This naturally has caused him to have to endure not only the physical affects from the tortures of the many times this was done to him, but also the complete mental and emotional despair from this specific torture. I have only spoken about 1 of the horrific tortures.

And now over 8 years of the corrupt Victorian police who refuse to take my full statement! I have also tried in this last 8 years another 2 states in Australia, 1 being the corrupt NSW police as well. I spoke with a Counsellor in a 4th state who said that the police there were also not very helpful, so I didn’t put myself through the heartache of trying to make a statement in this state as well.

Dr Zigmund (Zigmunt, Sigmund) Epstein the spelling of this Doctor’s first name varies with the below newspaper articles written.

Dr Epstein newspaper article links:

Prescription forgery by Dr Epstein 23 Feb 1946

Description of Dr Epstein’s techniques Sydney Morning Herald 31 Oct 1944

Tasmania 31 Oct 1944

and this same above article was printed in Western Australia, Queensland, South Australia, Victoria and ACT original articles buried or removed with acquittal

Dr Epstein restored to register 24 July 1945

High court dismissal of charges against Dr Epstein: First and Second 8 Sept 1945

Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners’ Advocate 24 July 1945

An attempted murder of Dr Epstein; Canberra Times: First and Second 28 March 1974

Please find link for Dr Zigmont Epstein employed by the Victorian Government Motor Accidents Board pdf page 20: here

Look what the careless Victorian Government does by employing Dr Epstein even after he had his Doctors Licence suspended and numerous suspicions of Criminal Behaviour.

 

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