This is why I have so many websites on the legal Internet & none whatsoever on the so-called “Dark Web” but I wager the stalkers below have many claiming to be written by me.

Australian Government documents prove 100% that the cultist family groups who criminally stalk me or block my access to Government services or legal process, are like vultures, picking through the scraps of my memories in order to make a living for themselves based on their own maliciously fabricated lies about me and my white Australia-born family.

Like the famous Beethoven, I love the sounds we know of as music. Sounds without words.

• As a child, I was given a brightly coloured plastic flute. I didn’t like it at first sight due to the colours, but when I played it the high-pitched sounds reminded me of a distant, haunting, grievously sad memory. A life I’d lived hidden behind a veil of time. I played and played it, looking for the memory. All I could see in my mind's eye was an open green field, a cliff, a mist, and a sadness that reaches the deepest part of your soul.

The sound of my flute is very similar to the sounds of these (deep) Irish Bagpipes, which have different acoustic (sounds) when played in an open valley. When I first heard this instrument, the Uilleann, I burst into tears of deep sadness.

My neighbours complained to my mother, who took the flute from me, never returning it. I wasn’t allowed to explore my love for that musical instrument or any other I loved, which was the singing sound of the violin. I wasn’t allowed to continue with tap dancing lessons after first few months I studied, attaining an almost perfect score for my natural talents. Mother was a little superstitious and reacted with ‘fear of the unknown’ whenever I told her of my memories of another period in time, past or future. She believed if it wasn’t spoken of, then it wouldn’t be real. That’s how she approached all traumas in her personal life. I’m the opposite.

• When aged about 6 at my cousin's wedding I first heard people singing "Auld Lang Syne" that caused me to burst into tears. An older female guest I didn’t know bent down to me to ask why I was crying, I replied, “They’re not coming back.” That belief was from a memory of hearing the song in another life. Research tells me the song originated from a poem written by Scottish poet Robert Burns in 1788.

To curtail any rampant imaginings any reader may have - I've never experienced "depression" - we didn't have a television set until I was about 8 or 10 - we rarely saw a film at the theatre. I was aware it was a memory when I was an adult in a different life long ago.

I suspected as a child that I was targeted because I was a witness to Freemason crimes. In retrospect, I can’t see any other reason why a loving mother would pay for guitar lessons for one untalented daughter but refuse to encourage the natural talents of another daughter.

I’m proof that nurture or lack is never what defines your personality.

I’m proof that your DNA defines your personality, and no amount of depravity insane people inflict on any other can change their victim’s personality.

My feelings of devastation on this matter of my childhood & all my other adverse experiences during those years caused me not to talk about my family to anyone as I grew into adulthood. I chose not to ‘act out’ or react with anger. I knew that my time to become an adult meant I could make my own way in life. Or so I believed on the basis that Australia is advertised as a constitutional democracy.

This internalisation of my emotions was exasperated by the fact I’m also naturally an introvert. As I progressed in my life, I realised that extroverted people believe an introverted personality means the person is scared of gregarious extroverts. It doesn’t.

1995: When I was (Mrs HALL) elected onto the Wollondilly Shire Council, I was still unaware that I’d been continually stalked by a group of criminally narcissistic psychopaths who were also of the Freemason cult family and New South Wales (NSW) police officers.

When I declined to discuss my childhood family or my adult family, the fellow elected members and certain staff automatically decided behind my back that my silence meant I had something to hide that they already knew about. The something they believed I was hiding was the 100% criminal-fiction story told to them, by the aforenoted NSW police officers, that depict me as a person many years my junior, born in 1969 when I was born in 1956. A person Australia’s government claim to the entire population of this planet who was killed on 3 September 1984.

The fake Australian justice system refused to allow me to clear my reputation of this unjust besmirchment, to this very day of 10 July 2025.

I’m proof that Australia is not anything at all resembling a constitutional democracy in any way whatsoever.

• I wonder, how many other children have been criminally silenced to maintain the filthy secrets of Freemason cult families in Government positions of authority?