In September 2011 my Children were stolen from
me whilst I lay disadvantaged then as now Terminally-ill with
Throat-Cancer. The Oncology Social Worker Department at the Beaumont
Hospital albeit unknowingly alongside the aegis of Family Court in
Dundalk colluded in this singular familial deception. Thus resultant
in my being furnished an arbitrary barring order from my family home
the day of my discharge onto the streets of Dublin for a period of
two years. Eviction more precisely to the bus-stop outside the
hospital with no access to cash money; as my 'joint' bank accounts
had been emptied the previous evening by persons known and/or
unknown. This soulless discharge from so-called Health Executive
Service HSE care via the Oncology Department at the Beaumont Hospital
was commissioned and put into effect solely by mere unsubstantiated
gossip, hearsay and slanderous accusation ergo without one shred of
evidence being forwarded by the appellate nor asked of me to the
contrary and/or any reputable referee on my behalf.
It is now my intention to bring the matter into the Peoples forum for adjudication by the People not simply on my own behalf but also for that of lawful provision of benefit to the People and its constitution. Inclusive of and notwithstanding those myriad other alienated parents so affected by the iniquities of gendered state judiciary and its innate bias toward the male partner in personal adult relationship breakdown in this or any matriarchal power based society. Particularly one so embroiled as is the Republic of Ireland long governed by dogmatic foreign religiosity that in essence perceives the female of the species as alien and our children long before conception as commodity. At one revered mother figure immediately at odds with that religion through its educational stranglehold on the male spousal counterpart thus sanctified and further endorsed by such ingrates infected; as inexpensive street whore.
Today it is Christmas Day 2012. I sit alone at the table of celebratory feast of Jesus born without child. I like he ostracized by the very society that willingly condemned his body to suffer the indignity of crucifixion and ultimate corporeal death. A revolutionary mind alien in concept still to the majority of good roman citizens. A Jew who authored the bible with which you now thump your craw in times of fiscal famine; the search of its truth long since abandoned to the vagarious of your survival. Survival above that of all other species long bartered as human slave and fodder in sure and uncertain hope of your resurrection long since past into time and pointless histories.
It matters not the consequence of my nor your action only that of inaction. The People now gather in the Halls of Mochta. A new golden age of enlightenment is upon us. The dawn of Republic is no longer virtual, a fragile concept, an aberration of dissent it will soon defeat and then make whole the Peoples sovereign Republic; that defeat now ensconced firmly in penultimate conclusion. As is the long awaited homecoming of all my children.
© Beyond Monastic musings in Mochta's halls ~ In paradisum deducant te Angeli
Jef thank you for sharing this blog...you have been through so much! Sending you immense love, gratitude and healing energy! You are a true warrior!
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