Feb 10, 20217 min read

DARLING!

DARLING!

During the first round of restrictions - the initial confinement - I was forced to remain in front of the 1st District Police Station, all day, every day (where I’ve been sleeping in my tent overnight, for almost 3 years).

What does someone do who has no home, all day, every day, in front of the 1st district Police Station, when the University Library that was depended on (resources needed, in preparation for an entry exam to study a Bachelor of Psychology at a University Level for 2020) is suddenly closed?

I unpacked the bags I had stored outside since my arrival, and retrieved the small sack of the dried up olive pips that I brought with me from Malta; grooming them with a mini-hacksaw and some sand paper into unique handcrafted jewelry, bracelets and Rosary Beads mainly; working diligently till completion (hours of work that require professional patience).

The confinement had stripped me of a university entry that I’ve been pursuing since 2013...

The police at that time were AWSOME, except for one, a senior officer who tried to enforce the mask on me, which I refused to wear under any circumstances. As long it’s my body, it’s my choice (that’s why we kill dictators like Hitler, to give people A CHOICE); but he didn’t stop there, the grudge was held as a result of challenging his authority.

On a Political Scale, enforcing masks on people who do not want to wear them DOES NOT comply with the rules of the French Republic - a deprivation of liberty and a breach to the Fundamental Laws of Human Right to self-determination. The enforcement of masks is NOT democratic law, it’s communism and I didn’t to France to be dictated to by a bunch of communists. I am ‘Communist Phobic and I‘m proud of it!’

During the second national restrictions, I received a message in my heart while praying the Holy Rosary; to start thinking about how I can apply a movement that would re-unite the Catholic Church with the French Republic. It was approximately 2am in my tent.

It was certainly a good idea and made perfect sense, there’s no denying, but I wanted more information and I asked GOD the forbidden question, “WHY?” …which is something I know not to do.

My Nanna Annie from Malta, taught me to Pray the Holy Rosary, from the age of 2, and she was very strict about it; she always used to tell me to, “NEVER ASK GOD WHY” (for it us who don‘t know what we are doing not him).

The response to my ‘forbidden question’ fell like a torpedo in the pit of my heart…

“…because there is nothing blocking Political Islam, a new evil on the rise murdering in the Muslim Faith, making GOD very angry. This is not religion…”

And then:

“…THOU SHALT NOT KILL!”

(A)

I stayed awake all night, waiting anxiously for the morning to come and then raced straight over to the closest Catholic Church to talk to a priest on duty.

I told him, “we must unite the Catholic Church back with the French Republic, for the protection of the state… I know we can do this, I feel it father, I feel it in my heart…”

The priest just finished telling me that he holds mass to Saint Michael the Archangel (the chief of police), asking for his intervention to protect France from her enemies; “well”, I said to him, “I’ve just brought you the answer!”

He acknowledged that it would take some time to collect a million signatures to validate a new referendum for people to vote on it (under the rules of the Lisbon Treaty), but he also acknowledged that it’s possible.

I also communicated my intentions with the nuns from a local convent. One of them told me, “…Political Islam are advancing very fast because there is nothing blocking them (and the government is doing nothing) and that they are using a type of evil popular in Cults!”

She didn’t comment about the message burning in heart that came to me during prayers of the Holy Rosary. What she did say was “…if GOD wants!”

Before leaving, I told her (with all due respect) that “we can’t afford to sit on comfortable chairs, looking up at the night sky waiting for the stars to fall out before we are convinced that it is GOD WILL, while these terrorists are taking the heads of our professors for teaching children FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION, compliant with French Law”; I added “that if GOD didn’t’t want this, I would not be here, I‘m from Australia sister, I didn‘t choose the French, they chose me!”

The next day I was wrecking my brain trying to figure out what to do and how to get started with no resources - I mean I‘m financially poor and yet GOD chose me - so I went somewhere to be alone to ask for GOD to help me, through prayer and contemplation.

I began to pray the Holy Rosary, reaping the treasures of Grace Hidden in it and after much reflection, I realized that the French, as a result of having to endure a serious of terrorist attacks designed to silence them, have been heavily distracted away from their phenomenal history, and forgotten what a special country this really is (…and with the Government intentionally breaching their political rights during the Lisbon Treaty Referendum, you can‘t really blame them).

What better way to help them remember how special they are than write a book; but not just any book, a novel that is based on actual events and tells the true story of the Apparitions’ in Lourdes (South-East of France) by the Blessed Virgin Mary to Saint Bernadette Soubirous; and the many miracles that have been witnessed and held in the archives of the French Government Tourist Office and the Catholic Church, people healed from illness that specialist doctors deemed incurable.

When I returned back to the first district police station that same afternoon, I communicated my needs for access to electricity to keep my burrowed lap top on charge while using it, so that I could start working on a book I wanted to write… for a campaign…

They allowed me entry into the police station at nights to work on the desk that sits to the left of the front entrance door in constant view of police, where I would be warm and the laptop protected by their shelter.

(B)

On 3rd October 2020:

I started writing the book and also got in touch with a local publisher, a personal contact recommended by the police.

Working on my book in the police station at nights, enabled me to finish typing 10 straight pages instead of the 4 (every night) that I would normally struggle with in my cold tent, with fingers frozen to the bone.

On the 15th of October, 2020:

“…while inside the police station using my lap top, designing the front cover of my book titled, ‘Heralds of the Holy Grail’ - the story of the Saint Bernadette Soubirous - something unexpected happened.

I was seated at the usual desk by the front door inside the mentioned police station by way of consent, typing away (with a desk lamp, the only light in the room); while facing the window with views to the car park outside and all of a sudden the room became very bright.

I looked back, over my shoulder, to see if anyone had switched the main lights on. There was no light on. All the lights were off and the police were behind the front counter in the dark with their heads buried deep into their mobile phones. So I dismissed it and turned back to face my lap top on the table and continued designing the front cover of my book on a program called Corel Draw (…as I am a multimedia graphic designer by trade, trained at the Melbourne School of Arts).

Then it happened again, but this time it came from the left side not from behind, and a sudden warmth heated my left arm like the rays of sun - in my left hand, I was holding the drafted contents of the book about Saint Bernadette, on paper - but it was the middle of the night, nearing 2am.

I turned back once again to confirm the white light and noticed no changes, duty police were still unmoved and in the dark, seated behind the front counter pre-occupied with their mobile phones.

No one seemed to notice the bright light inside the police station shining over me but me. It was just something that I couldn’t explain and I knew not to question.

The golden-white light shone from the top of my left shoulder as bright and as blinding as the sun. It was not accompanied by a voice or a vision of any sort, just a beautiful blissful golden white light.

It happened three times and each time I looked back to inspect the room (remained seated), I noticed nothing different, that the room was still strangely in the dark, and the police unmoved.

I had next to nothing in sleep so I thought it was a case of fatigue, but then it happened again and again… In my homeless, hopeless circumstances, I could still experience the love of GOD; there is no other explanation and only one thing to do, pray the Holy Rosary (which I’ve been doing every day for the past 22 years.

I pulled out the Rosary Beads from my pocket, that are usually hanging around my neck, and put them on the table next to the lap top with the intention to start praying in a soft voice, for the presence of GOD is not new to me.

As I made the sign of the cross, and began the opening prayer:

“Oh Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, you have deigned to come to Fatima to reveal to the three shepherd children the treasures of grace hidden in the Rosary, inspire my heart with a sincere love of this devotion that by meditating of the mysteries of our redemption, which are recalled in it, I may be enriched with its’ fruits and obtain peace for the world, the conversion of sinners and of Russia…” and before I got a chance to finish, I got the message to do The Campaign that “unifies the Catholic Church with the French Republic for the protection of the state” and that instruction was very specific.

When GOD give you a gift, he first wraps it up in a problem and I knew my challenges were yet to come; and they did, courtesy of the Commander of the 3rd District Police Station, Mr Puech, Mr Soleil, the new Captain of the 1st district police station, who was promptly prompted after enforcing my exclusion (which was based on false allegations) and a BTC police officer, who started the scandal against me for reasons that to this day, remain a mystery. All three of them closing ranks (and they’re not done yet, it seems…)

I had the opportunity to personally meeting the new Police Commissioner of the 3rd district Police Station, Mr Lechevalier, who I handed my 3 page formal complaints to, mentioning the three police officers causing a scandal against me…

Thank GOD, the police commissioner, Mr Lechevalier, is decent man who showed me the utmost respect and accepted my written complaints that I handed to him in person just before Christmas of 2020.

“THE SCIENCE OF GOD IS NOT SOMETHING THAT MAN AND MONEY CAN EXPLAIN!”