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JOSEPH GELICRISIO (my first best friend and father); notations

Chris Gerlicrisio, my brother with beautiful blonde curly hair who was a spitting image of my good looking father, was only six years old when a lady approached my mother (Lily Gelicrisio) in Coles Supermarket, Williamstown, and offered a phenominal amount of money to buy him. Mum said NO. This blonde bitch (not sure if dyed) was the wife of the construction company that employed my father when he and my mother migrated to Australia, after WWII.

My father was a fitter and turner by trade and a highly skilled one and my mother a traditional stay at home mum. She had five children at her feed and pregnant with Matthew Gerlicrisio, my youngest brother, and no one else to take the children for her to seek employment – but by right THAT WAS HER JOB and the hours longer than full time.

My parents filed a formal complaint with the Williamstown Police Station, who forwarded it the Saint Kilda, the head office for investigation BUT IT WAS NEVER INVESTIGATED OR FOLLOWED UP.

The construction company that employed my father, Joesph Gelicrisio, was proven guilty in attempting to put him on a wheel chair – in a compensation claim that mentioned a mental frame coming lose that he was welding under that fell on his back and injured him for life, with two slipped discs he can never work again. This was after my mother said NO several times to selling my brother Chris Gelicrisio (she claimed she could not have kids).

In a wheelchair that narrowly missed my father, he would not have been able to physically protect and guard us kids, all six of us, and the Australian Depratment of Child Protection (who were trafficking children to pedophiles through the foster care system at the time – state care) would have sooner of later taken over. In the hands of the state, we would have undoubtly endured what every other child endured in the absence of the parents, PEDOPHELIA – and my father would have got the blame to keep reputation intact.

The compensation that my father received was a mere 35 000 (tbc) and with that my mother and father made a mutual decision to pay for the house we lived in Williamstown: 4 Edina Street, that was shortly after listed as a heritage home… and despite the police harrassing my father to sell the house, it was a FIRM NO. IT IS NOT FOR SALE AND IT NEVER WILL BE.

At 12 years old on the way home from netball training – grade 6 – I was followed back from St Mary’s Primary School, Williamstown, by a car with no registration plates and four out of uniform police officers in it, two in the back and two in the front. At the time we did not know they were police officers commissioned by the construction company that employed my father, so that on my back, trafficked, I pay back every cent of welfare the state gave my family after the work accident that put my father out of work; my father would have been blamed for pedophilia being a victim of trauma himself and a prisoner of war, and the wife of the construction company owner, would have got what she wanted, Chris, whose genetics was closer to my that of my father than any of us. Military is in our family, his (my father’s) Italian father, Sergio Gelicrisio, was a prince born of princess Elsa Gelicrisio and the air to the throne, the first born grandson but he was disowned and adopted by the Vatican in Rome, because Princess Elsa Gelicrisio at 15, fell inlove with a highly ranked captain of the American Army, who then became the father of my grandfather, Sergio Gelicrisio – Gelicrisio is the maiden name of the Queen and they ruled in Venice alongside the Papal Society at the time of their reign. Sergio Gelicrisio, my grandfather, in his late teens joined the military like his father and dragged his willing wife (who did not want to leave his side) to different countries oversees fighting civil and religious wars, in particular the middle east with the American Army but representing Italy. My father was raised in Italy his whole life and his mother had French roots.

My eldest brother was subject to inhumaine bullying in high school for being what they called “Sergio Wog”, the son of a local police officer started that and it stuck. The teacher’s did nothing about it, it seemed at the time that they told not to act in my brother’s defence. Sergio often came home with bruising and grazes that my father DID NOT GIVE HIM!

Michelle Gelicrisio, my sister that I nick named “Mitch the Bitch” was in a car accident. It was criminal and with intent by the driver who hit my father’s car who had the right of way at full speed on a very calculated angle that foced Michelle in a back brace, his car raming the door of my father’s car where my sister Michelle sat with her seat belt on. During puberty, Michelle endured prolonged treatment at the Royal Children’s Hospital, Melbourne, back scans in excess and radiation, that in adult hood forced her infertility. She could not concieve and my father’s genetics would not continue to the next generation through her. My mother had to sign documents she did not understand with the Royal Children Hospital (because she was on Medicare – a public Health System that funded Michelle’s back scans…), a liability clause that guaranteed the said hospital that my mother would not take litigation against them.

To resolve that problem, Michelle paid through the nose for the IVF Program to concieve both Ethan and Caitlyn, which was only successful after 10 years of trying and crying. The map below is where it all happened against Michelle.

Chris Gelicrisio, my brother who WAS NOT FOR SALE, all of a sudden had epilipsy at 14. It is my unprofessional understanding (as I am not a medical practitioner – the University of Malta denied me entry for mature aged applicant requiring no document) that you can NOT get epilepsy at 14. Medical practitioners blamed an incident in Malta, that cleared my brother of all such concerns. That medical clearance was required, a strict condition, by the Australian, before granting my parents Australian Citizenship, who did not want to foot the medical bills for an incident that happened outside their country. My parents had to wait almost three years for that clearance before they were given the green light by the Australian Government to enter as citizens, despite ME, Sergio and Michelle, already born in the Williamstown Hospital, Melbourne, Australia.

Chris was having play over’s with children form school, Nerelle and a few other’s also known to Matthew, who just lived around the corner who became police officers in adult hood and involved in my case in 2010 (when my brother chris started taking the medication for epilepsy, they stopped poisoning him, and the seisures stopped); when the police in collaboration with the Australian Department of Child Proteciton took my children on fabricated evidence and high end bribes, paid by the Wood and Cobbledick Family in Shepparton… and tried to silence my via the Mental Health System. Breaching policy and Human Rights, they illegally put my family in the middle. Both my children’s UN Convention of Child’s Rights, breached by the same Australian Authorities, who had the cheek to call me “THE NINJA” in the family and children’s courts, right before they stripped me of my parenting rights.

What they did not tell the judge is that THEY SOLD KRISTEN AT THREE TO THE HIGH END MARKET BEFORE THEY WERE ABLE TO TAKE HER AND BLAKE WAS COMPLETELY INNOCENT TO THIS; at 15 Kristen, was too old so they targeted her children (grandchildren that I have never met) on the grounds of racial hatred and denied me contact all together. Something the Australian Government does very well, a shamefull history with the Aboriginals tells the details that support my claims.

ADVANCE AUSTRALIA FAIR!

My father would never have taken his own life by gunshot, which was threatened on several occasions to me directly by the police – that they would make it look like a suicide. I love you dad.

SEXUAL OFFENCE

At 15, not having the experience to judge the situation to ensure my own personal security and safety, I touched the penis of a police officer in a Sauna (who invited me to do so), at a Karate Demonstration and Grading in Sydeny – Phile Noble. I got my black belt but not because of that, I earned it, I was the club’s Karate Champion – Goshin Ryu – and got my black belt aproximately two weeks before my sixteenth birhtday. It was below the age of consent, which was eighteen back then.

Phil Noble, was a pen-pusher at the Russel Street Police Station, Melbourne, and also a Senior Instructor at Goshin Ryu. He was twelve years older than me but my parent’s did not know the law. I became sexually active with phil the very next day and dated him till eighteen. I lost my childhood and my virginity.

The Russell Street Police Station where he worked all knew my age and what we were doing together, because he would occassionally bring me to his work to show me off. His job was to destroy every opportunity I had to succeed in the Art’s Industry, as I had a natural talen that no one could ignore; and any other industry that would bring media attention to my father’s case and our family, which would run the risk of bringing the situation to light and therefore, EXPOSURE.

PHIL NOBLE sexually exploited me behind my back, literally, and after he was done almost three years later, he broke with me in rush to move into his new house that I was not allowed to share with him that was fully paid for by the state; who hid it and it was very well hidden, behind his arranged marriage of convenience to a Thai women, Socki – a public servant strategically employed by the same Russell Street Police Station, where Phil worked, in order not to arouse suspecion. Socki anckored herself with two children to him and served him like a house servant, which is breach of equal opportunity laws and my Human Rights and constitutes a long list of SEXUAL OFFENCES.

What I found most interesting, is that while there have been attempts to silence me via the Australian Mental Health System in 2010 (upon removing my children permanently from my care) at thirty-seven-years old, fabricating evidence to slam a Mental Health Disorder that I did not suffer and one that you can not get 37 (it develops in early childhood…), Phil Noble, did not see any signs of a Mental Health Concern with me, not naked and not fully dressed, because it did not exsist, nor did his brother, Wayne, notice any mental health concerns… both qualified to give such referrals by way of profession employed by the state… a police officer and his brother, in customs.

While Phil to this day enjoy’s a stable family life, I am sentenced to a life on the streets, stripped of my family and Human Rights, my rights to Equal Opportunity ignored, and in addition expelled from the community by taxes I can not afford; my human rights taxed by EU GERMANY that my missing daughter Kristen Dyer-Campbell, pays for on her back… my grandchildren missing… my brother’s (also my support persons) are out of reach… and my life to this day is in danger, as a result of racial hatred by the Australian Government… who carried forward an illegal X-Reference on a closed case in my good name upon my arrival to Europe, December 26th 2012, where my mother’s family were born and live (that was only meant to be a 2 year holiday… with a return ticket purchased that was cancelled by Quantas Airlines…);;; trialing me three times from Malta to Paris, after Australia. They wanted my life to look like a suicide, a drug addict selling her body who gave the problem to her missing daughter… there is no such problem. It does not take 13 years of monitoring on high end bribes to establish prostitution and a drug problem. With regards to their so called suicide problem, I wouldn’t dare give them the satisfaction of finding me dead like that so that they can keep their reputation intact… and by the power of GOD I WILL WIN!

THE CRIMINAL NEGLIGANCE OF THE AUSTRALIAN GOVERNMENT ON THE GROUNDS OF RACIAL HATRED – TREASON – THAT TO THIS DAY REMAINS UNPAID.

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