Capita, my GP, the Stone Revellers and my family

I have been wary of posting anything on my blog recently due to family problems, certain members of my family who are so hypocritical that if I died (which I'll do my best not to do) they'd turn up at my funeral to scoff all the free cakes after first studying their scrounge books volume 1, 2 and 3 ect (Wer!) to see if there was any way of squeezing blood out of a stone.

To them and their corrupt as bloody hell police and amateur social work scum friends I say something that rhymes with muck followed by off. And if you don't like my style of writing don't bloody well read my blog. And leave Mum alone as well, she's still upset about what you did to her  Damned cheek seeing you never bothered to go to see her for years.

This is for my genuine friends, the people who actually do love me and care about me. I am to be tortured once more in a Capita assessment, not looking forward to it, but the Lord knows my pain. This is the 3rd Capita assessment this year. I thought that might be some sort of record but I've been speaking to someone else who has had 13 in less than 2 years. I was stalked by a relative of the choir mistress Mandy,  he was taking sneaky videos of me at the community choir id plucked up courage to join, the only community activity I was involved in, too scared to do anything in Stone because of the paedos, because of what the paedos have done, their gangstalking. One good thing that will be sure to come out of this assessment is that I will be finding out who is paying my stalkers.  Someone is paying these people, and I do have a pretty good idea where the source is.

So please, those who care about me, my Christian friends, please pray for me at 16.20 on 10 August. It is always really stressful, even though the last 2 Capita assessors were kind people, it's just horrible, no matter how kind the assessors are this wretched system is a torture to the people being assessed.

I'm in a particularly difficult situation because I have a dreadful GP. I am in the process of trying to register with another GP surgery and also filing a complaint. I've also got family problems which I won't go into here apart from saying IF YOU CARED THAT MUCH ABOUT MUM YOU WOULD HAVE AT LEAST SENT HER A BLOODY BIRTHDAY CARD MAKING DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS FOR HER WITHOUT HER KNOWLEDGE IS PRETTY PATHETIC MUM MIGHT BE A BIT CANTANKEROUS AT TIMES BUT SHE WAS A HARD WORKING WOMAN AND TRIED TO BE A GOOD MUM AND WHAT YOU DID AT DAD'S FUNERAL WAS PATHETIC DISRESPECTFUL AND DISGUSTING YOU COULD AT LEAST HAVE WAITED TILL YOU GOT HOME!

Sorry about that, I'm pretty upset. The Stone Revellers. Well, when Dad was alive and in it and when Brian ran it it was great fun, very family orientated. If the people who are now running it are happy for stalkers to be spying on mentally ill traumatised child trafficking victims well all I can say is the organisation has changed a lot since the good old days when it was just an amateur dramatic club that was a lot of innocent fun. I was pretty devastated when I found out the stalker was related to Mandy,  because that meant three people had lied when they pretended not to know who he was. Why would you even do that to someone? What had I done to deserve that? I've had some pretty low scummy things done to me in my life, but that was just one of the lowest of the low, how can you smile so sweetly to someone's face whilst preparing to twist the knife in their back? Judas Iscariot could have learned a few tricks on betrayal there.Vile.

I've just had my bowel cancer letter. I haven't got bowel cancer, I've got gallstones. I know that because I've been shitting stones for months now. I'm having to treat myself for everything now basically because I don't want to end up in a wooden box before the Lord is ready for me,  like my lawyer,  a dear and lovely man Richard Wise.  Poisoned. He was no way an alcoholic neither did he have liver cancer.  He was murdered and those that murdered him might well get away with it in this life but most certainly will not in the everlasting. Heaven and Hell are real places, as C.S.Lewis said, we get a taste of both here on earth.We choose our final destiny. I am going where all the best musicians are going to be, there won't be any music in the other place unless you count screaming and gnashing of teeth and the sound of burning gases music. We choose our destiny here by choosing our God. My God is called the Lord Jesus Christ who was murdered for helping people, just as Richard Wise was. The other thing that tries to call himself God is just another created being, a fallen angel, the brightest angel now fallen from grace. We choose our destiny. We follow the Lord Jesus if we have any sense as He guides us through this dark world, teaching us to be kind, loving, honest, caring, truthful, faithful, trustworthy, until we reflect His own character. I've been accused of worshipping Jon Anderson, for the record im saying it now, I love Jon, who doesnt, he's like a beautiful sunflower, but I certainly don't worship him, Jon is a sweet guy who makes great music, but he's not God and he knows it! So don't spread stupid rumours about me, you know they're not true. I'm saying that for the benefit of the cowards who have long discussions about me behind my back but don't have the gumption to say them to my face. Oh, and I'm  not selfish either.

Sorry, I'm sounding a bit like Tristram Shandy with all these digressions. Perhaps I should write Jupiter after all? Or perhaps not. I would rather have a quiet life, not writing controversial books to defend myself, I just want to "get over it" and play music.

Grief and prayer

So many sad and terrible things happen in this world. It leaves us broken and lost. Dear Lord Jesus, I'm praying for those who are hurting and the broken. Please bring peace and healing into broken hearts.

Another Capita assessment

Looks like I might be ending up in the Guinness book of records for having to have the most Capita assessments in one year. I hope this time it will be a PROPER assessment, done by someone who actually knows something about child trafficking/abuse ect and has plenty of time and patience,  because I can bend down to pick up a penny but I can't stop shaking when I have a fit, no doubt the assessment will leave me broken again, it's like picking a huge scab off the biggest wound possible.

I feel sick inside. My leg throbs, my heart is pounding and I feel like crying. Ah well, that's Britain today. I suppose a lot of people feel just as I do.

I wish Jesus would hurry back, I really do. So tired now.

Broken knee

I fell over last week and my knee is still very badly swollen,it hurts like crazy if I touch it, I think it might be broken or chipped. I haven't been to see my GP because quite honestly I am too scared to go anywhere near my GP now, because of those creepy stalking incidents and that really creepy man Mr Singh, and my GP lying to me.

I can't even change GP because there is only one more surgery and I had to change from that one because of Stafford Police colluding to alter my medical records. I wish Dr Taylor was still there because he wouldn't have let them do that to me, he was ok.

So now my knee appears to be broken, I can still walk but it's very painful.

TWITTER HACKING

It's getting to the stage where Twitter is becoming unusable. My posts are being deleted and I'm being blocked from using my own account. I've been stalked round Stone by two people recently, taking sly photos of me. I must be very important to merit so much attention!!!

STAFFORDSHIRE FREEMASON ROTARY CLUB

I've just had Mike Cunningham all dressed down in his Masonic Rotary Club green sweatshirt booming on my door. Asking for a non existent person, cheeky begger thought he could pull one over on me, WELL HE CANT!

Mike, I'll give you a tip mate, stop hassling me. The Lord is watching.

Once again I am in Twitter jail!

I'm not going to worry about it, there was a time I would have been weeping about it. I'm learning to rest in God, no matter how many evil tricks the paedophiles who are so absolutely desperate to shut everyone up are, they can never ever separate me from the Lord Jesus Christ.

I think seeing as I'm not allowed to communicate with anyone any more I will just do some nice stuff that I like doing, ie learn to do split rings in tatting, and learn to play my ocarina.

The jail they put me in is like a cage round my body, I feel that I have been a prisoner all my life. But I also know that the Lord Jesus Christ is coming back, and all the people like me who are in a crushing prison guarded by Satan and his associates will be set free at the return of the Lord Jesus Christ. The wicked will try to hide, funny thing is that a lot of them are fooling themselves that they are serving God, freemasons actually do believe they are doing God's work, just as the SS thought that by putting on sinister uniforms they had the authority to persecute and murder people after being given orders to do so from someone a bit higher up the pyramid of shame.

So I will sit in my jail of social isolation with my Creator, and learn some new beautiful skills and rest in His love. My voice has been silenced, my hands have been disabled, my feet have been shackled. I still have my soul and my clear concience.