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Peter Hollingworth was Governor-General until it was proven that he protected a paedophile priest. The time has come for him to lose his pension of over $600,000 per year !

FORMER Australian Governor-General Dr Peter Hollingworth should be stripped of his $600,000 a year entitlement after it was found he protected paedophiles during his time as Anglican Archbishop

We at FACAA are once again echoing calls made by Hetty Johnston and Bravehearts, this time we are joining them in calling for Peter Hollingworth to lose his pension, we would like to see him pay back the funds he has received thus far too, but hey we know that will never happen.

Dr Hollingworth was appointed Governor-General in 2001, but he resigned in 2003 in utter disgrace ! after an inquiry found he allowed a paedophile priest to continue working until retirement. This enquiry was spearheaded by friends of FACAA Hetty Johnston and Amanda Gearing.

The 83-year-old gave evidence to the Royal Commission into Institutional Responses to Child Sexual Abuse in 2016, which included an apology to an abuse victim. Dr Hollingworth issued a statement through his lawyer Bill Doogue on Wednesday, saying reports police were reviewing allegations were surprising given the allegations “had been the subject of four inquiries in the past 15 years”.

“None of those inquiries suggested he had committed any offence,” Mr Doogue said in a statement.

“These inquiries included the royal commission which examined the issues at length.

“Dr Hollingworth says he is aware that some of his opponents have been making complaints to police for some time but he had never been approached or interviewed by police.”

Funny thing, Peter Hollingworth apologised for his part in hiding the paedophile priest but then said that none of the inquires suggested he committed any offence ??Mate you have admitted committing an offence, you do know that hiding child rapists from justice is an offence, right ?

This seems amazingly arrogant, to apologise for committing a crime then say, but no one has ever found I’ve committed a crime… you know, except you… But then again I’d be arrogant too if I worked for 2 years and was given a lifetime pension of over half a million dollars per year.

Yes you read that correctly, the age of entitlement is over for everyone except the ex-governor general apparently. He works for just 2 years and gets an annual pension of $357,732, as well as a Commonwealth-funded office and staff in the prestigious 101 Collins St building in Melbourne’s CBD.

Documents provided under Freedom of Information show that in 2015-16, Dr Hollingworth spent more than $275,000 on office and travel expenses, on top of his pension for that year of $328,000. In the six years between 2010 and 2016, his office and travel expenses alone totalled almost $1.5 million.

This is a man who by his own admission allowed a child rapist to keep working until he retired !

Give FACAA just 1 year of his pension and we will take a huge chunk out of child abuse !

We have to ask….Why does he get any tax payer funded pension ?

He admitted that he knowingly allowed a child rapist to continue working with children, for that ….
HE SHOULD BE ARRESTED !

Philip Wilson was convicted, Peter Hollingworth can and should be too !

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JFASTEREFT ARTIST

“And the most we can do when we get hurt, when other humans do not take care with one another’s lives and very existences, is breathe. Breathe in, admit to our pain, breathe out, well wishes and a heart-forward intent to send love out into the universe — for others, and also for ourselves.”

My Friends…well…here’s the next episode and its a big one.. But first, I need to say this: your many comments, their energy of loving support is truly inspiring and fills me with the strength that makes this really difficult writing journey so much easier…thank you…thank you. Soooo in this episode we discover how the events I’ve shared shaped and evolved into the practice of Meraki. So…here it is:

TALKING BOUT A RESOLUTION:

Fall 2009…Ojai CA

Sitting.

Meditating.

Observing.

Resonating.

I’m composing the music of the Chakra Sound System and writing the book that is an important piece of the program. Sitting on the deck of my glorious mountain side sanctuary, suddenly and probably for the first time, I experience a rare and glorious essence:

I’m in the presence of Gratitude.

And I’m receiving.

So beautiful….

This loving, honest energy flows through my tired and open mind and body. Suddenly… I’m simply grateful.

Grateful what, you ask…?

Its like this:

The events and actions described in this story and many others are REAL experiences, not pages out of a novel. These experiences, horrific as they are, created a deep need with in me.

The presence of this need was so demanding…the need to fulfill the need… that its presence drove me to satisfy the need.

This drive is PURPOSE
Which becomes INTENT.

Two of the most powerful Essences in the Universe and within Me AND You

And so, at a very young age, I set about to learn, to understand the essence of purpose and the energy of intent. And right away quick it became abundantly clear that I needed to learn and see the ROOT CAUSES of my emotions and my behaviors. And I chose to do just that.

Frankly, I KNEW if I didn’t set my mind to this task, I would go insane.

Seriously, by any stretch of the imagine I should be:

A serial killer.
A multiple personality
A sexual deviant
A serious sexual predator.

But, because of the conscious choice to continuously learn and discover the root causes of my identity, that purpose became set in stone….and incredibly, I’m NONE of the above.

This is what I’m grateful for…the circumstances that produced this deep and singular need…that created the opportunity to choose to take the actions necessary to fulfill this need:

TO RESOLVE THE DUALITY INHERENT IN MY MIND

Remember the story of breaking my back? And of how I discovered the essence of a singular purpose and the healing power of a focused and clarified intention?

In one land, we could say that the journey toward resolving the duality and bringing forward unity as the operating principal of consciousness began there, in the hospital, unable to walk and terrified…

In another land, we could say the journey toward resolution actually began when, at a very young age. I was faced with the need to survive and retain the balance of my mind.

There was a point when I understood MY need for resolution constantly created the opportunity to heal the painful dichotomy in my mind, body and spirit.

The big knowledge is: resolving this need was in fact, the single driving force within me.

The need for resolution defined my purpose.

Determined my intent.

Determined the choices I made and the actions I took.

And DEMANDED I come to understand IT.

Demanded that I understand ME.

THE ME INTO THE WE…

Soooo, finally… here it is:

You know what…?

We ALL share the need for Resolution…for Truth…for Love.

The split, the division within consciousness is an emotional, energetic architecture we all have in common. Of course, we are ALL unique, but we all share the architecture of duality, of bifurcation in our basic DNA and the patterning of our consciousness and our identities.

And we all share the deep abiding pain of division and separation.

And therefore, we are all searching for our own unique version, our personal resolution.

Resolving this painful split within consciousness itself is a universal journey we ALL share.

How lovely.

How beautiful.

How TRUE.

AUGUST 1 2017…THE EDGE OF THE WORLD:

My friends…this is what I’m grateful for:

The horrific AND the glorious experiences that has been the pattern of my long and wonderful life. They have had made me the man I am. And you know what…? It turns out I’m a pretty cool guy.

Really…how could I not be grateful for all of that.

Without these experiences, I would never have developed the practice of Meraki.

Or the beautiful, transcendent music of Therasound.

I would never have come to know, resonate with and ultimately employ the sacred Universal Laws.

And I never, ever would have been able to share those wondrous essences and their beautiful clarifying truth with all of you.

No more anger.
No more blame.
No more need for resolution.

Lovely….

So…I say THANK YOU…all day every day…

I truly walk in Gratitude.

And I say:

Thank you Hugh.

Thank You Harry.

Thank you Emma Jo

And thank you NANA

This is real, honest Gratitude…the portal to the higher realms.

MY friend…YOUR friend.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…RESOLUTION

THIS IS MERAKI

Deep peace to all of you my friends…

Thank you all for taking this journey with me…

Coming real soon, the next episode:

California Here I Come….the story of my first meeting with ….my real father…whoa

My dear friends…O.K…ready for the next episode of “You Mean You Want To Meet Your Real Father?” Please prepare yourself…this episode is even scarier than the last one….

Soooo….here’s the deal: I had always been told that Hugh was my real father. My mother married him when I was five and to this very day, I have no memory of this blessed event.

You see, I have no memory until I’m seven. That’s when I fell on the ice, pierced the back of my skull with some sharp object and WOKE UP on the operating table….but that is another story for another time…

Any way, as far as I “knew” this maniac was my real father.

Check it out….my family had my birth certificate forged to show that Hugh was my birth-father. I still have this document.

So, in the end, I had no idea.

And now Nana had spilled the beans…while I was dissociating, covered in broken glass and holding a bowl of strawberry shortcake, she had unwittingly let the BIG CAT out of the bag.

She turned white…all the color drained out of her skin.

She had NO IDEA.

Setting my shortcake down on the tiny desk,, taking me by the hand, she guides me back into the family room…back to the house of horrors.

Leaves me standing at the entry way.

Raging into the room…all 5’4 inches of her southern decorum flies out the window and she says:

“He doesn’t know….? You never told him…?

Time literally stops.

Mouths open and no words emerge.

Stuttering my mother finally blurts out:

“We didn’t know how.”

Or some such bull shit…frankly, I’ve STILL blocked out pieces of this.

Believe me, writing this down, telling this story is a big deal.

And so now I have to stand there, after being smashed into a coffee table ater asking for a piece of scotch tape, I now have to deal with…absorb and somehow process the astounding TRUTH:

THIS ABUSER, THIS SEXUAL PREDATOR,
THIS BRAINWASHING, ALCOHOLIC, MAD MAN
IS NOT MY FATHER.

Soooooo…this is what they told me:

A story so outrageous my mind still reels…

this is where things get really, really funky:

You see, Hugh had been taking me with him to gay brothels in the city for about a year.

You can imagine what this did to my adolescent mind AND body….its just too much to go into here.

Hugh was a bisexual, angry, drug addled person, vice president of a huge ad agency in NYC

and had made me his slave.

He would periodically (all 6’4 of him) back me up into a corner, choke me with his elbow and say stuff like:

“You are mine…you can never escape…I own you.”

For real, this abuse and brainwashing was a steady, regular experience for me, had been going on for quite a long time and continued for many years AFTER this event I’m sharing with you now.

AND this brainwashing, mind control ad agency manipulation shit was happening right along with this seriously funky sex stuff. (you really can’t begin to imagine what that entailed…the stories of what went down at home, in the city, at the office…would curl your hair.) I blocked this reality for years and years.

Sooooo…this is what they told me and particularly, Nana. This exchange was one of those where people are talking about you like you’re not even in the room….even though you ARE.

My mother, with the strange backup of Hugh….who had not ten minutes before ground me face down into the rug littered with shattered glass and magazines… says:

“We don’t want him to ever meet his father because he’ll turn him into a homosexual.”

Oh really….

Yep….that’s what they said.

This rap went on for several minutes.

My grandmother couldn’t speak.

I was passed any state of cognizance…

So you understand….

What they, my parents were saying was this:

The guy I thought was my father…the sexually abusive (we are taking homosexual father son incest stuff here…) total manic was NOT my father.

And now, suddenly, I had a real father, who I had absolutely no knowledge of whatsoever… on top of that,

Apparently HE WAS GAY.

And all the while Hugh was doing his thing with me…

And now, I’m being told the reason my real father’s very existence has been purposefully kept from me AND that the reason I can NEVER meet my real father is because he’s gay.

And on top of all that, apparently Harry (yes that’s my real father’s name…may as well start using it) is such an evil, predatory queer devil that he will, upon meeting me, his son, immediately begin to fulfill the secret gay agenda, somehow sexually indoctrinating and bringing me into the fold.

WHAT…?

I know now….after decades of work and self analysis that this precise exchange, this exact moment…this specific event is one of the pivotal experiences that lead to a deep division within my identity and consciousness.

The dichotomous disconnect between:

1. Hugh and his psycho-sexual incestuous behaviors, the imposition of said behaviors directly on my young identity, along with my thinking…no…actually being TOLD this was my real father.

2. Discovering that he was NOT my father, in real time connection with the horrible glass grinding events of not more than ½ hour ago.

3. The incredible mind blowing fact that Hugh was doing to me the exact same horrible things that I was being told my real father would do to me because he was gay.

But Hugh was gay and doing those very things.

MY MIND CRACKED AT THIS MOMENT.

The dualistic dissonance was too great…

Truly, in spite of my considerable powers of observation and dissociation, I couldn’t hold the two realities together as one.

You can see how this massive EXTERNAL dichotomy would produce a precise “mirror” a fractious INTERNAL split within my mind and then my identity itself.

And this event, as momentous and formative as it was, was not a solitary experience…it was one of many, a reality that stretched out for years.

TOMORROW’S NEXT AND FINAL EPISODE: RESOLUTION.
Thanks for reading my friends….see you tomorrow…d

Moments Mim: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLaChafSW1bnhHSL1kFPurxWyspUsuvilp&jct=tRSbkKEb1oenv1EwU3Py97UvXBgX4A

I have to agree that love is the most powerful energy in the universe because without love, nothing grows. Everything becomes barren. Not only does it take love between a man and woman to make future generations together but I’d like for you to take a moment and reflect upon all of the plant species as well as animals and even our freshwater supply. We’re neglecting to send love out to everything in the universe were focusing more on family which is a good thing but we need to focus on the entire universe even the air we breath depends on our love. Just because it is in human does not mean that the trees plants animals etc. cannot feel. If they feel unwanted and unloved, then what’s the point of trying to hold on? We must love everything and respect all living life. We must teach our children to respect, and send their love out to all lifeforms. Where there is love, everything thrives. There must be balanced restored to the universe because I know there is a shift and the shift is overcoming love. Just look at the endangered species, plants animals even barren land war water once was plentiful. I know some of you will understand what I’m saying and there will be some that have no clue. Just know the key to life is love.

Love peace and harmony to all

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