Anyone for Tea?

It is said that bantering between Winston Churchill and Lady Astor was rife and quite often amusing. The infamous quote where Lady Astor said, “Winston if you were my husband, I would poison your tea.” and, Winston in reply said, “Madam if you were my wife, I would drink it.” is quite amusing but, in fact very close to home. When I think of the male role models I have had over the years, two of the three, remind me of the desperation and confusion that must have gone through their minds as to whether to drink the potion, or not! To say this confusion played a big part in their lives is an understatement. 

Two vibrant, articulate, handsome men caught in a web of a very evil, conniving, self-centered, ogre of a woman. Two self-reliant men, capable of anything yet, vulnerable to their own detriment.  Two men who nursed, cared for, and loved their first wives to the end. Two strong men , both fragile enough to fall prey to a spider so calculating, able to draw them into her web of deceit and lies.  Two men, who did nothing, to deserve this fate.   Two men, whose only thoughts were to love, and to be loved in return.

The first of these three men escaped from the web but, not without battle fatigue or, without the sting that she would inflict on him.  Yes indeed he escaped her clutches, but to do so he suffered dearly, but he kept strong with the love that he had to offer. Even she could not take that love that was in his heart. Yes, he was younger, stronger and found someone that would love him and be with him to this day.  However, the love that he found, created a stronger deadlier venom in the evil spider from whom he escaped - a venom that one can only fear.  Fear and stay clear of her webs. 

From the very day he left her life, her rampage of terror gained momentum.  From that very day she gathered allies. She gathered them to connect by a mutual relationship, a resemblance to friendship, and once she had gained their strength she would devour their very being, and cast them from her side forever.

She developed a very cunning persona. Outwardly she was the pillar of society, the pillar of the church, the pillar of compassion and caring, but her victims fell into her poisonous web.  The victims, or people she cared for, would be stripped of their nearest and dearest, stripped of their possessions and totally dependent on the spider.  Then, as sure as the sun rises, they would be stripped of their lives. 

The two men had no chance.  They could not see nor foretell their fate.  This black widow spider was about to serve them tea and they had no choice but to drink it.  When each of the two men entered  into her life, she devoured their prior existence, she excluded friends, family, and the very things that indeed gave them pleasure, their sport, their books, their computers, their love for others.  She possessed their minds and in so doing convinced those around them that she was indeed the carer, the lover, the wife. 

Both of these two men both begged to know why they were in this situation.  Alas the convincing spider gained control of their medications, their activities and their bank balances.  After all it was not difficult at this point to convince them that their only activity was to visit another doctor, to find yet another disability that drew them closer to their death.

So convincing is she, that right to the end, she would strip them of their minds, their sight and their hearing, all in order to keep her web intact.  At the end she would draw on her rent a crowd of friends (all of whom were as deceitful as she) to cover her tracks so as not to lose traction to her lies and deceit. In doing so, would leave a path of broken friends and family to wonder how anyone could act with such evil in her heart. (A heart made of stone)

These two men died in a delirium of wonder, both suffering more than during their time in military service, both wondering what they had done to deserve this in their final days.  Both begged to drink that tea and go over the mountain to a new life.  The third man is bruised and frail now, but knows that he will pass in the arms of a woman who is the love of his life, a woman that has given him his heart back and a woman who returns his love, a woman who cares deeply. 

To all three men I offer you peace.  To the two men already gone, I pray you will find your friends and family in the next life.  I pray that those friends and family will take you in their arms and give you comfort as has the thirds man’s wife.  I pray that you will wake from your slumber of pain and find wings of angels and fly.  As for me, I miss you all dearly. And as I sort my way through this seemingly drunken debacle, if I was ever to see this woman again, I know as Bessie Braddock said to Winston, the scene would be set for her from me.  This spider’s words would be those of Bessie Braddock and they would be “Winston you are Drunk” and I would say to her as Winston said “Yes, madam I am drunk, but tomorrow you will still be ugly, very ugly and evil.”

The Devil is alive and well!!

 As movies and drama series often ask you to believe that their stories are fictitious, and that the characters are those of the imagination of the writer, then this is too. But a word of warning, if one of these occurrences appears to be something you have witnessed or are experiencing, please seek help for either yourself, or the person, you see in the story line. 

In a time when through death most people are unified in their grief, we watch as family and friends alike are divided without support, without compassion, without resolve and indeed without closure.

Instead these mourners try to fathom the depths of evil of this little old lady in the beret.  They stand breathless, hopeless, and in total despair as to how this shriveled up old person could have woven her incantations on them and her victims.  
 

Ten years of love and friendship eroded and white anted. Ten years of dividing and conquering relationships that were built of rock, respect, and generosity of the heart Ten years of breaking someone so as to control their very being. Ten years of building her cult - handpicked disciples of evil.  
 

The outside appearance of this three time married, doting mother was nothing but a veneer to hide her heart of thorns and broken glass. That veneer was as impenetrable as titanium and as cutting as a diamond blade. Those that attempted to love in a human fashion were soon beaten to submission to adhere to the rules of the cult and its leader.  
 

The rules of this cult, which by all purposes was to appear as a normal family with the highest standards of love and integrity, was merely a sham for worship, praise, adoration, and thankfulness to be in the angel of deaths presence. For the privilege of being part of this club, members needed to totally believe every word she uttered in her address to her people.  One must never doubt the supreme leader for fear of retaliation and humiliation. 

One must worship her as if she is the very essence of the meaning of love. Her soul and her heart is to be the temple of which her followers must strive to enter its doors. And believe it, she will not allow entrance unless she is the very shrine on which you worship. 

Let it also be known, that her children do not immediately inherit divine entrance to her tabernacle of evil. They too must bow to their dominatrix of power and corruption. To attempt leaving her controlling manipulative arms is to be exiled to a million humiliations and to publicly be stoned at the foot of her temple. No friends, no family, no joyful baggage, unless by proclamation from the divine ruler, must enter her temple walls.
 

On marrying the high priestess of pain and evil, her new consort will be hypnotized to believe that to live side by side her will be a life of joy and happiness. However as the ink dries on the wedding parchment, he is lulled into biting that apple as was given by that little old lady to Snow White. The people of his previous kingdom are shut out slowly but surely. The family and friends of his kingdom are exiled and his armies are depleted, discredited and forced to retreat as her spell takes over his very mind and soul.  He becomes powerless and his mind so brow beaten, he must obey or face her wrath. He succumbs to her spell, having no troops, no support, and no arsenal left in his reserves. 
 

As time goes by this priestess desires the need for a new lamb to be slaughtered at her alter. She needs to narcotize and rid herself of this old sheep that has become tiring and too time consuming and indeed no spring lamb. 
 

Meanwhile, the consort’s battle weary family, friends and expatriates attempt to break down the walls of the temple to free their narcotized hero from the slaughter. But, by this stage he is too weak, too anaesthetized to accept their help.  He has nothing left but to succumb to the encyclical as written by the devil herself.  
 

As his days are numbered, and he has outlived his usefulness as consort, signed his kingdom over, and tightened her borders from his family, friends, and fellow comrades, he calls on his sudden death to free him from this mortal life. There is nothing left for him. She has depleted his capacity as a man.  She has meticulously over ten short years gained total control  of his very being as do cult leaders. She has become his attorney of well-being, his attorney of time and indeed his attorney of execution. 
 

As the consort finally closed his eyes in peace, and lay at the cold entrance into the afterlife, not once did the evil priestess call on those that cared and loved him in his mortal life.  After all one must realize their place. Only she who must be worshipped, and glorified, must bask in his death. Only she who has controlled his very existence, and calculated his demise, is worthy of grief.  Those left behind must realize that the crocodile tears are a divine right and are cultivated so as not to wash the blood from her shrine. She does, however, live from the blood that she has sucked life from.  
 

As his celebration of life was celebrated, his weary followers were deleted from his life story.  His family and friends were deleted from his history.  Instead, his hypnotic state was glorified as per the hand of the devil, to only recognize her presence in his life and, a few anecdotes from those that are of her faith.  
 

As the days have turned to weeks, his cabinet of followers and family has had memorials of their own. They have discovered that this Priestess of evil has raped and pillaged many kingdoms before.  She has built walls around each, and every, kingdom that she has conquered.  She has taken many hostages, and until now, had tied their tongues so as not to showcase her blood bathed Temple of Evil.  
 

In the next few weeks we will discuss how this Evil Woman has worked in a pattern. Her evil is calculated to the tee. Just as a spider lures its prey to its web, just as a cat plays and toys with its prey before finally pouncing, just as an assassin stalks his victim before finally pulling the trigger, just as sure as night turns to day, the die is cast and there is no turning back.

Her depth of evil is fathomless and that those who have experienced her wrath must cling to what is keeping them safe thus far.  

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Everyone is a victim of this priestess! Some simply do not yet know it!!!!!!!!!

Injustice #elderabuse #dignity #victim

To the Politicians, to the Legislators, to the Health Care Professionals, to those who intend to get old, and to those who give a damn for the aged!

The efforts, in the safeguarding of children against abuse today are well documented and the commitment to the abolition of child abuse is long overdue. However, the inadequacy of protection for another vulnerable group in our society, and that is the elderly, requires effective protective legislation be put in place urgently! This should be similar to that which now affords protection for our children.

To commence my discussion I would like to share my experience of someone who was a victim of institutional abuse as a child and will end his life as a victim of elder abuse. This makes me fear that while they appear to rise above their experiences, and go on to live what appears to be full and rich lives, are these people conditioned at an early age to be victims their whole lives?

To say we come into this world naked, and leave this world the same way, is beautiful thought of how we are equal from day one till our death. We are as equal as the beauty that nature wanted for us. 

However, to be stripped bare for an entire life, is a total injustice that no one should ever experience. I sit and watch as a man of greatness is breathing his last breaths in the hands of injustice again. I sit watching, as our laws do not allow this man the dignity of passing in God’s own time, but passing in the hands of yet another abuser. 

This man born in 1925, in Scotland, survived being abused as a child to his early teens, in and out of institutional care in the Great Depression. He was devoted till the day his mother and grandmother died, despite their inability to allow him the privilege of a proper home life.  But in his words, ‘These were hard times!’ Yes indeed, they were hard times but, why did hard times have to be such a hard and damaging time for a child simply being afforded  what we see today as basic necessities? 

This man joined the military at a very early age, became a war hero at 17 years of age honoured by the King. He lost his hearing in the right side from this battle and carries the shrapnel to this very day, to remind him why he fought for freedom in World War II.   A freedom that he, and so many others, fought so we may have freedom today - freedom to live; freedom to speak out on injustice; freedom to champion the rights of the oppressed. 

The very freedom that this man fought for has been stripped from him yet again, left him naked and vulnerable. But this is not a beauty of nature. This is one of greed, manipulation, isolation and deceit, dressed in the clothes of an old woman who has the heart of a devil.  The very same Hitlertarianism that he battled so hard against has made him a Jew of the Holocaust in his death bed.

At a time when this man should be enjoying his milestone of 90 years in health, he fears that his dignity in death has slipped into the hands of yet another predator, a predator that is only interested in yet another kill. Yes this woman has killed before, another veteran freedom fighter of the military in Japan. 

Like her victim before, she has isolated him from the very things he loved and nurtured.  Single handedly she has stripped him bare of his family, his friends, his love of reading, his love of art, and now is stripping him from his clever and witty mind.  So persuasive is this devil that she has her manipulated throngs to aid her into his demise. 

The very friends, and relatives, that are able to see through this evil, and pray and speak against this terrorization, are stifled by our justice systems. Our hands are tied in our attempts to save this victim.  We are told by the World Health Organisation to speak out if we fear for our fellow man is a victim of Elder Abuse. But, instead we are hushed into submission as our legislation does not quantify this isolation, and deception, as criminal without what they deem to be ‘solid’ evidence.  Without the blood and the bullet there is no inquiry. There is no mediation, there is no moral obligation to a victim of Elder Abuse.  Instead health professionals warn the predator of our worries and concerns, in so doing, isolating the abused further from a dignified life and death. 

This man, who has cried to us (not in the presence of the devil), “Why is this happening, why am I in this position, how can she do this?” is so fearful, that instead of being able to fight again,for HIS freedom, is nobbled by the devil and made to fear, and feel, that it is best if he just gives up and dies. To die from illnesses that have never been even told to him, (does he really suffer from any of these) and to be relieved of his so-called pain, by end of life medication, so cunningly explained away by the Devil as Panadol via a cannular, is not just tragic, it is criminal.  But of course these deceptions, and lack of proof for “what is he dying from” are, in fact, not evidence but simply a caring woman sharing her husband’s death????  This is a cold, calculating woman who cannot even share in song, ‘Happy Birthday’ with those who have rallied to come to his aid.  Instead she drives the wedge of deception further so he is more and more isolated and dependant on this grim reaper of death - his ‘wife’. 

In Australia we have adopted laws and legislation for child abuse.  We have legislated that these atrocities shall be quashed in the name of the law.  However these legislations have not been adopted for our ever increasing aged. 

Instead our politicians and lobbyists do not fight for the legislation that will assist the Elderly.  Yes we set up advocacy groups for the abused elder, the public guardian to assist but, unless these elderly are of ‘impaired capacity’ there is no system for reporting of such abuse without cold hard facts.  Do the legislators not understand that these elderly are victims who already live in fear?  And, in speaking out for themselves, will only further their existing isolation and abuse, because their very predator, is often the one that is acting in their ‘best ‘interests. 

In our legislated laws against child abuse, our schools, our community groups, our medical practitioners, and indeed, normal people have the opportunity to speak out about any suspicion of child abuse confidentially and, with confidence that our children will be safe and that something will be done to support these children. Reporting is mandatory, and though there may be some suspicions of over zealous people, we can feel secure that our young will have a safe environment free from perpetrators of crime. 

However, our elderly do not have the protection afforded to the children. We, as caring citizens, are not afforded the ability to report on Elder Abuse without hard fact to support our claims. Somehow in my mind, this is blatant discrimination against the aged. 

We, Australian citizens, are told of our responsibilities in the reporting of child abuse, to report breeches of border protection, report drug trafficking and impending crime.  However, our elderly are not afforded the same protection status of those aforementioned. 

In conclusion, I am begging that our Elderly are given the same right of passage as our children. Give them dignity to live without fear. Give them the dignity to live without isolation.  Give them the dignity to feel safe, and that our laws will include them until their God given time has arrived.   

There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don't yearn to reach out, but because they've tried and found no one who cares.     -- Richelle E. Goodrich