WHO CAN YOU TRUST?

In all my journey as an anti child abuse blogger I have come to realise that it's very difficult to find people you can trust.

I have had people gain my confidence, only to betray me, and that has happened many times.

My agenda is to do everything I possibly can to stop deliberate organised intitutional child abuse in the UK. There is a network of gangsters in the UK who are using syndromes that were invented by paedophiles to point the finger at parents - usually mothers, but sometimes fathers as well - to maliciously accuse them of child abuse so that they can steal their kids or make a pile of money out of long expensive secret family court cases.

Anyone caught up in these secret court cases then has to prove what a perfect parent they are in order to be allowed to keep their own children. These gangsters like to pick on people who have had a history of mental illness or been in care, because people like that are unlikely to succeed in passing through the trials of fire and water they are made to walk through. I am referring here to the Magic Flute, the series of tests that Pamina and Tamino are made to endure. Believe me, going through the secret family courts is just like being forced to walk into a fiery furnace, and being waterboarded.

I was forced to endure the secret family court torture myself, but it wasn't Isis I called out to for protection, it was the Lord Jesus Christ. I am not a perfect parent - I am not a perfect anything, I am an ordinary sort of woman who has been through an extraordinary ordeal, and clung tight to the promises given by the Lord Jesus Christ to endure the torments and was not dissapointed.

So who can we trust. Well, without meaning to hurt any of my friends, the only one I can completly trust is the Lord Jesus Christ. I can't even trust myself, as I know my own weaknesses, and I have made some incredible cock ups, I have also let other people down at times, without meaning to, but I know that I have. But the Lord my God has never lied to me, never let me down, every time I have called out to him he has heard my cry, even when I was in that awful shit hole Chadswell Assessment Centre, he heard my cries for help when I was so frightened, and he got me out of that awful place.

I put my trust in the Lord Jesus Christ.