THE FIRST RULE

The FIRST RULE: The first rule of Martial Arts, is SELF CONTROL BEFORE SELF DEFENCE (‘first rule’); it’s the core teaching of Martial Arts.

1983:

My father enrolled me at the local Karate Club at 12 years old, alongside my four brothers, after the near miss abduction at the corner of our street; a story that’s already been previously posted, see the link for details… https://voicebohxonline.wixsite.com/directory/post/women-are-like-bottles-of-wine-they-get-better-with-age

At 16, I got my black belt; at 17 I won the state titles and at 18 I passed my coaching accreditation (council) and became an instructor. I was coaching teenagers up to 14 years old and children into tournaments and hailed Queen of the kids. At 18 I was working, moved out of home and changed clubs to a stricter style that required more discipline, there I got my 2nd Dan Black Grade (it was closer to work) and the classes were easier to get to. I stopped training to give birth for the first time to my daughter, Kristen, which was done by C-Section and when she was three months old, I was back into shape and joined Tai-Kwan-do, not for the style but for the instructor who was a master of the mind; a rare opportunity for a Martial Arts lover. By that point I was living among the cows bred in Northern Country Victoria, with my first husband Wayne Dyer (and my second was Bradley Agius from Malta; the only two I’ve had). I stopped training again after getting pregnant with my second child, Blake; you know I couldn’t do both or I would have!

In Western Australia, I joined kick boxing and after only the second class, I was invited by the head instructor to compete in the state titles; I won and I was surprised that I won because I’d been out of training for a long time raising toddlers. Running my own advertising businesses took it’s toll and something had to give, I gave up the fighting against the advise of the head instruction who told me that if I continued my training, I could go all the way and take the Australian title and then the world; but he forgot that I am first a mother and second a fighter.

So this was my colourful life before the disaster

2013:

Given the ‘first rule’, I ask you this, ‘how does someone with a sound Martial Arts background who since 12 years old, has been taught the ‘first rule’ and understands it well enough to put into practice in daily life (keeping out of trouble on the streets, while respecting the law the entire time enduring the hardship of homelessness…), suddenly become a danger to the community?

In Australia, evidence is something you can pay to create and the more money you have to burn, to more evidence you can purchase.

The Australian Federal Police/INTERPOL in collaboration with EUROPOL, upon my arrival in Malta (December 26, 2012), have engaged in an illegal cross-reference in my name on a closed case, circulating defamatory paper files from one Maltese police station to the next (…and to Local Maltese Ministries); the files contained fabricated evidence that suddenly deem me a danger to the community; the core of the problem as alleged on the said paper work, is supposedly a Mental Health Disorder that can only be controlled with medication and the indications are described as unprovoked aggression and unjustified anger;;; both of which have failed to surface while enduring homelessness since September 15, 2014.

…an illegal cross reference that socially isolated me and destroyed my marriage; and also isolated me from all family support…

During co-habitation in December of 2013, my husband was commissioned by EUROPOL, as per his own admissions during a teary apology; EUROPOL, who in collaboration with the Australian Federal Police, were on a mission to prove the mentioned paper files correct; that effectively breached the police act, the code of conduct and ethical standards.

Detectives offered my husband to personally look after him in exchange for his cooperation and further coached him into family violence, hoping that in retaliation (which I never gave), he could help them prove aggression and everything else that was mentioned on the files that were already damaging my good character.

Despite the deception and the double life, the guilt was eating my husband up because he knew better than anybody that the paper files were wrong but he could reverse his cooperation with EUROPOL; in affect, he was trying to help them frame his wife, a woman he supposedly loved who’s not guilty. Well, that’s enough for anyone to want to take their own life. He told the psychiatrists (who failed to admit my husband for observation because they didn’t want to tarnish his reputation), that he tied material together to make something long that he could hand himself with but I wasn’t home at the time, and I’m glad I didn’t come home to find him dead (although some people in the neighbourhood who used to see him sneaking out at nights, believed he deserved it, for they know that Malta, has no justice system).

Detectives made every effort to uphold a marriage fraud in my name that I DID NOT PARTICIPATE IN, NOR AGREED TO, with an Indian man named Jasper Singh; because it was written in the said paper files they were illegally circulating

Every effort was made to separate my husband and me, abusing authority and power of positions; it was only a matter of time before my husband complied with police because he felt unprotected and feared them like everyone else who complied with them.

The bribery changed my husband into an entirely different person, who became violent under the pressure and took it out on me; it was also his job to do so.

What detectives were waiting for is me to hit him back and with my force of fight and background, that would have sealed the case for them, which would have given the Australian Federal Police, once again, the opportunity to silence me via the Mental Health System (after the suspension of my Maltese passport, which would have led to deportation); and therefore, the marriage fraud with an Indian man I never agreed to marry, would sit in silence and keep reputations intact; During cohabitation, I NEVER NOT ONCE, raised my hands on my husband because about the paper files in circulation, which removed my right to self defence.

July 201

One morning, in a desperate attempt to prove unprovoked aggression against me, my husband aiming to support the information in the said paper files that would effectively raise concerns of a mental health disorder (…and support the said danger to the community), tried to cause himself facial injuries by banging his head several times against the bathroom sink.

I was on the balcony praying the Holy Rosary when I heard the banging, which forced me to abort my prayers and race into the bathroom to see what was happening. I asked my husband, ‘what on earth are you doing’, he said ‘nothing, I slipped’.

I noticed a scratch mark under his eye and a very small bruise right next to it and his head was sore, as he was rubbing it. I entered the bathroom to look at the floor and it wasn’t even wet so I couldn’t understand how he slipped and I asked him if he’d been drinking but there was no sign of alcohol on his breath. It was calculated deception no doubt but I didn’t know that until I got a phone call from his place of employment – the immigration office in MSIDA – by a woman who did not give me her name, accusing me of beating up my husband and told me to get mental help and added that she advised him to get a divorce. I was absolutely speechless and disgusted at the same time but before I got a chance to answer, she hung up the phone.

I went straight to the HUMRUN Police Station to make a statement against my husband and they told me that my husband had already contacted them for help for men who are victims of domestic violence. I thought it was a joke or maybe a prank but the police were not laughing. They informed me that my husband did not want to press charges against me (and he did not want to see a doctor) and further added that I should consider my self lucky that I have a quiet husband. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, WTF, I thought to myself and left the station after the police refused to take my statement, to have my turn of events on record for my protection.

When I got home, the neighbours also knew about it, but only his side of the story of course and I couldn’t understand where they got their information from because my husband was still at work? This is very typical of Malta.

When my husband got home he gave me flowers, which I hated and a box of chocolates that I threw in the bin – I didn’t want to eat his guilt – but he started crying and said sorry and pleaded with me to stay ‘I love you baby…’ and all that bullshit they spin when they know they’re about to lose something they can’t replace.

I gave him yet another chance, another bullet to shoot me with but his aim was poor and he missed again, and again, and again until I finally locked him out, THE LAST STRAW!

I guess the blessing in all this is that the marriage to my husband Bradley Agius, exposed the marriage fraud to an Indian man in Australia that I DID NOT AGREE TO MARRY. I WOULD NEVER HAVE FOUND OUT ABOUT IT OTHERWISE THAT’S WHAT THE MENTAL HEALTH SYSTEM IS FOR IN AUSTRALIA.

The Australian Federal Police bribed this Indian man who worked with my daughter in

Freemantle (and whose visa was about to expire), with Australian Citizenship; they used my identification (which they helped him steal) to marry him with me on paper without my knowledge and without my consent; in return he would help the Australian Federal Police lodge fabricated evidence/his witness statements to support a mental health disorder that would be responsible for memory loss, black outs and delusions – and therefore violence in the home that would result in child abuse responsible for deformities and neglect – my children are prime witnesses that I NEVER PARTICIPATED in this marriage.

This is a crime that the Australian Federal Police are responsible for and can not reverse; and in addition to that, a gross breach of Human Rights, on four main accounts:

The right to safety and security The right to found family

The right to enjoy life

The right to liberty

The homelessness experienced with husband resulted from the lack of family support, because of the said paper files in circulation authorised by police.

I married my husband at his request, however, in the presence of his mother I argued the timing and tried to convince Bradley, (who was about to become my husband) to wait at least 12 more months to get to know each other better and gain stable employment and a secure rental of our own. I didn’t want to live with his parents for too long, it just wasn’t right.

We put our money together (and he knew at the time that he had more than me but it didn’t bother him);;; we got a rental of our own in Sliema, Malta and made some very expensive preparations for our wedding day – I had just over 3500 left from Australia and he had approximately 9000 in his savings – and we got married independent of Malta, because the marriage registry office in Malta, did not support our marriage after the said paper files made their way over to management; that convinced authorities that I was already married to someone in Australia, who was apparently looking for me. This was the first time I heard of it.

The marriage registry office had to cheek to take my husband aside in my view and ask him if he knows what he’s doing and that he should find someone else. I wanted to get married in Malta to save money so that we continue our rental after marriage and get jobs from a stable address other than his parents; but they didn’t want to marry us so my husband and I made arrangements to get married in Cyprus. They were hoping that we would not spend the money to do it.

I also wanted to go to university in Malta, because it’s free, and my husband knew that and said he’d be willing to hold the fort while I get my degree, so it seemed workable and perfectly reasonable. I followed his lead but I should have made him follow mine because I was the one who was right. We spent our honeymoon in Greece, again my husband’s decision and when we returned to Malta, married against the will of what seemed the entire Maltese Population, with very little money to spare.

My husband’s parents took us in and again this was Bradley’s decision not mine. We ended up outside just the same, my husband and I were homeless because we lost the support of his family, who wanted to help and house him but not me after discovering the content of the said paper files in circulation; my husband wanted to go to Australia (against his mother’s wishes) but I made no such promise.

My husband wrote the following material, which I have published here by request, as the EUROPOL have tried to delete it from the website several times. The links are found at the bottom (and the last link details the shooting in the back streets of Saint Julian’s, Malta):

A LETTER TO PEPPI AZZOPARDI

(a television presenter who has a reputation for fixing everything, but he couldn’t fix this)

“We were doing really well there for a couple of weeks, the problems started when we were going to get left over bread from a local bakery which we had gotten permission to do so and we were stopped by detectives.

They took us to the police station and interrogated us together and then separately. I was denied access to speak with my wife being asked 'what do you need to talk to her for?' by one of the detectives. We were told that homelessness is illegal and thus they denied us the access to stay in Gozo Then they started defaming my wife with abusive remarks some of which included; -that she used me and she stole all my money - that she is Australian and she has aids -that she is to old for me and in a few years won't have kids.

Then one of the detectives wanted to speak to me alone in the rear yard of the police station.

We had a very long conversation were at one point had practically offered to pull some strings and guarantee me a job as a police inspector since I have a university degree but I had to sever all contact with my wife to do so. He also promised to help me with getting my marriage annulled if I so wished. The detectives were pretty adamant in trying their best to separate me and my wife from each other which is our legal right. They tried to put us in separate shelters, when we refused they send they would send us to the hospital instead and still we would be separated. Then they called my father to come pick me up at the police station to take me back to Malta, they were specific they we were not allowed to stay in Gozo.

They practically gave me a choice between going back with my father and sleeping in a cell and being taken to court the following day. I was only allowed to speak with my wife once and then only for a few minutes in the presence of the whole station before they took her back in another room and closed the door. I did not want to leave the police station without my wife but I was eventually bullied and physically pushed to my father's car to take me back home.

Before leaving I turned and asked one of the detectives once more if he was denying me the right to speak to my wife and he answered 'get me the marriage certificate and you can speak with her as much as you want '.

I was distraught and did not know what else to do while in my father's car on our way to catch the ferry…’ and ‘…We have already written a formal complaint in writing to the police commissioner…’

1/11/2014

Re: Confrontation at Paceville on 1/11/2014

‘…My mother started screaming from the other end of the road and started being abusive towards my wife, she also grabbed a hold of me and refused to let go.

She threatened to call the police and sent my father to the police station to get the cops.

At one point she became really aggressive and hit my wife in the face twice (and later in the stomach); I had to jump in the middle to stop my mum from hitting my wife once again.

My wife did not hit back, she did not raise her voice nor was she abusive at any particular point. My wife's only request was that she wanted to speak with me for 2 minutes however my mum did not grant this because she kept following and hanging on to me even though I kept telling her to let go and leave me alone.

My mum kept insisting that both me and my wife follow her to the police station and she made allegations loudly getting everyone's attention that my wife was scared to go to the police station because there was a warrant for her arrest. My wife and I tried to get away from the situation but my mother kept following us (with my wife's bag in her hand that my mother snatched off her, which contained my ID Card, our marriage certificate and original copies of the police complaints that both my wife and I lodged with the Police Commissioner's Office...) so I just changed direction and went to the police station on my own accord whilst my wife went in the other direction.then I arrived there was a PC 790 and Seargent 848, I went and told them that I was being stalked by my mother but I was not taken seriously. The PC 790 carried on with his duties whilst the Seargent 848 took charge and started treating me like I was the offender. He asked my mother and father to get out of the room and he closed the door and the window.

He started asking me questions about me and my wife and when I asked him what was going on he replied that he had already heard my story but was carrying out an investigation. Then he looked up my information and there was a Missing persons Report in my name, I asked him what was that about but he refused to answer and told me to sit down.

I tried to catch a glimpse of what was written in the report since it was about me but the Seargent started getting angry and told me to go sit over there. He asked me for my wife's details and our address which I willingly gave.

Then he asked me where my wife was and I replied that I did not know since my wife had walked away due to my mother's verbal and physicial abuse. He asked me about my employment and when I told him I do not work he said that he can keep me in the station since I did not have any money and that it was enough reason for him to hold me under arrest.

At this point I was getting frustrated with the turn of events and I wanted to leave but the Seargent denied me the liberty to leave the station and put handcuffs on me; when I was in no way aggressive or threatening anyone in the station. When I asked him why was I being held against there against my will; he told me "Issa nghidlek ala!!" but his only reason was that I did not have any money. Then he went and spoke with my parents for about fifteen minutes and even though the door was closed I could still hear my mum speaking to the seargent. I heard my mum saying how she spoke with Marisa Pisani from the MINISTRY FOR THE FAMILY AND SOCIAL SOLIDARITY and that she told my mum about our housing situation and that our lease agreement was till the 26th of December She also was saying how we were sent an eviction notice and we were evicted and no longer have a house to go to; however, we never received such a notice!

Afterwards the seargent came inside and asked me if I wanted to speak to my parents. I told him I did not want to but he still let my parents inside the room, then he told the police officer to remove my handcuffs and that I was free to go. He also told me that they will be watching my every move…’

http://media.wix.com/ugd/2198a1_1532b60dc5d148ea9b087491e44acf25.pdf

http://media.wix.com/ugd/2198a1_52cc4d899247494d8325b3f3a526d86a.pdf

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The Best Is Yet To Come, is the second rule!