Stephen Harper, Canada's Prime Minister, is offering financial compensation to parents whose children were killed or abducted as a result of a crime.

~ Parents of killed or missing kids to get income help ~

However, children over eighteen years of age are not included in the compensation package.  At this time, there is still legislation in place that makes eighteen year olds legal adults and parents DO NOT have the right to learn of their whereabouts through Government channels.  They are considered to be

~ "Missing by Choice" ~

This legislation is enforced by the Police Forces and Social Services and it leaves the child easy prey to criminal activity which, it seems, is exactly what the Canadian Government wants for our children.

I have my children's names listed as my emergency contacts should something happen to me, which includes dropping dead in my condominium, because they are my next of kin even though I haven't seen either one in a year now and they refuse to answer my calls and sometimes my emails.

Should I die and the authorities not be able to contact my children, I will most likely be cremated by their hands (although I want to be buried) and my assets and all my belongings will be gathered and held by Government agencies. Chances are my children will NEVER find out that I'm dead, and so, I will have made a donation to the Government of all my worldly belongings and my children will never have an inheritance.

This is some deal the Government/Canadian Forces (who oversee everything to do with the operation and running of the Country) have going for themselves, well choreographed and all being done with malice to disect children from their parents and to destroy the family unit.  It's the next frontier of the con job of  

~ The Curse of the Canadian Divorce Lawyer ~

Christmas 2011

This is the third Christmas season that I’m all alone and in no one’s company and so Christmas is nothing special.  It’s just another day on the calendar.  At this point, this year, neither of my daughters have called to wish me a Merry Christmas and I shouldn’t bother to call them either since they don’t answer my phone calls. This is my scenario as I travel along the path of ~‘The Curse of the Canadian Divorce Lawyer’~ that has been plotted for me.  Right now I’m unemployed, still not able to find a permanent job after years of working temp assignments and part-time jobs.  I’m losing my shirt and I’m living in total alienation from other human beings in the City of Toronto that houses four or five million people or more.

This is all happening supernaturally, I can feel it in my bones.

It’s been about six months that I haven’t heard my daughter’s voices and their emails are few and far between. I don’t know where they live or if they’re still alive and they don’t care.  They don’t want a mother?  I'm sure that everyone they associate with these days tells them that they don't need a mother.   The last time I saw them they didn’t even look the same and I’m sure they thought the same about me.  I don’t know if I’ll recognize them if I meet them somewhere where I’m not expecting them and, as time passes, my memories of our days together are waning.

This is all happening supernaturally as I travel along the path of ‘The Curse of the Canadian Divorce Lawyer’, my scenario.  I can feel it in my bones.

Who did I forget to tell over the past nine years who would be able to put a stop to this madness?  Lawyers, Doctors, the Police Forces, the media, the Church, the Human Right’s Commission, elected Officials, etc., couldn’t or wouldn’t put a stop to the slide.  The ~ Canada Court Watch ~ website is proof that this is not my imagination and that there are many more parents like me out there, and I’m sure there are many children who want to reconnect with their parents too, but it hasn’t helped my situation.  As a lot of people see it, “One day we’ll all be dead and nothing will matter.”  Or, as they say more often, “Time heals all wounds.”  What’s the difference?  There isn’t! 

The Canadian authorities just don’t want to deal with this one.  There must be too much money in this racket for them to give it up so they’re fighting tooth and nail to keep all the pegs in place so they don’t lose their jobs or their lucrative incomes or the stature that they have attained in destroying so many good people and forcing them to suicide.

Ultimately, the Canadian Forces oversee everything relating to the operation and running of the Country. It seems to me they don’t want to do anything about the Children’s Aid Society/Family Court rackets. 

~ Queen Elizabeth's Christmas Message 2011 ~

This year, Her Majesty focuses on the importance of the family.

What Difference Does an Election Make?

Well, Ontario had an election last month and, even though the Liberal Party was re-elected, there is a new Cabinet and the new Cabinet Ministers have been named .  Now, the Provincial Attorney General that I had corresponded with is the new Minister of Energy and there is a new Attorney General.

Does this mean I have to start all over again?  Yes, I think so.

Lost Them Again ... ...

There was a short lived reunion with my daughters thanks to Clergy of the Anglican Church about a month ago and now, again, I've totally lost contact with my youngest daughter who is plagued with health problems.  She's blocked my phone calls on her cell phone which was my lifeline to her.  At the same time, she has been given instructions not to use a land line.  I'll be so lucky if she calls me from a phone booth!

That's how easy it is to lose your children in Canada and NO HELP from the Authorities who allowed this situation to get to this point ... ... TOTALLY out of control.

Dare I say it?  Mother F*****s!  Father F*****s! Child F*****s!

Remember this post?

~ Letter to My City Councillor ~

This situation was taken to the Office of The Provincial Attorney General on my behalf by my MPP.

Where did it get me?  NOWHERE!

Does one of these divorce scenarios in this link remind you of the path you, or someone you know, has taken before and after divorce?

~ Divorce Scenarios.blogspot.com ~ 

Too close for comfort?  

All compliments of your divorce lawyer and the Judge who signed off on your divorce.

Remember this one ... ...

"Police Officers are our friends."

It's not true!

Happy New Year ... ...

... ... to all the parents of missing children.  Mine were abducted by the cult rings of the ~ K.K.K. ~ of Aurora/Newmarket, Ontario, Canada,  in York Region.  Visit that area if you dare and enter at your own risk.  It's futile trying to bring these kids back to you because the authorities and higher learners are the ones pulling all the strings and operating the cult rings.  

They are now living in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, with others of their kind where they are kept pooled together in neighbourhoods across the City until it's their turn to be made human sacrifices of.  All the while they are brainwashed by the seasoned professionals operating the cult rings into believing that they are doing this for their freedom.

~ Mother Fuckers!  Father Fuckers!  Child Fuckers! ~  

I understand these young adults often spend time in the local Libraries using the computers.  Should the Library staff be alerted or are they part of the deal? 

Christmas Day 2010 ... ... I'm Home Alone, Again.

No doubt, this is part of my scenario of  ~ "The Curse of The Canadian Divorce Lawyer" ~. This is the third year in a row that I have been home alone for the Christmas holiday that revolves around family and friends.. 

When I started this blog I was looking for my oldest daughter, Ava, who I still have not found and her emails are now few and far between.  She doesn't return my phone calls to her cell phone voice mail.  Several weeks ago I also lost the privilege of knowing the whereabouts of my younger daughter, Monica, although I can still get in touch with her on her cell phone.  Monica is in poor health and, from what I can gather, is in receipt of welfare when she should be receiving the Ontario Disability Benefit so that her health will be monitored regularly. Monica is now living on her own and so is also estranged from her Mother, Father and Sister.  I am still working part-time for minimum wage and also living off my line of credit to pay my living expenses. 

My situation continues to worsen, Monica's health continues to deteriorate and Ava continues on a different path leaving us both behind even after creating this blog and all the articles The Toronto Star and other newspapers have printed on this topic, all my visits to lawyers and doctors who offered no help and letters, emails and appointments with Government agencies.  All this effort has been futile where I am concerned.  I just sit and wait until it's my turn on the queue for the next fall to a lower realm.  No one can accuse me that it's been for my lack of trying to pull through.

I Found Her But, Now I Lost Her Again!

Monica has moved to a new apartment in the Elmer & Queen area, an area I've never been to but, I suspect it's even seedier than the last address.  I wonder how she got there?  She won't tell me exactly the address and I'll have to accept it.  I wonder just who is coercing her to do this?  It happens so often with children of divorce.  Monica has a cochlear implant and is in poor health and just what is taking the authorities so long to put things straight? 

 It's not for lack of me asking for help! 

It suffices to say that the taxpayers are paying the wages of public servants whose area of expertise is to dig our graves, send us to poverty and in the end if we don't kill ourselves they'll save us the trouble and do it for us.

All Matters Still Unresolved ... ...

However, ... ...

The Government has launched a new website:

~ Victims Matter ~

Will this help?  Who knows?

It's Wednesday, November 24th, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where Ava Is!

Five years have passed without seeing my daughter, Ava, although she keeps in touch from time to time through emails but does not return my phone calls because I yell at her.  What is this game she's playing with me?

I found my youngest daughter, Monica, renting a room in an apartment in the Danforth & Coxwell area.  Monica is in poor health and too sick to work but insists that she has to do this for herself.  Just what is it that she has to do for herself and why?  She won't tell me. I know her cell phone number but, I must accept this decision she's made or she will not return my calls and she will never see me again.  What deal did they drag her into?  She is in dire need of a doctor to attend to her medical problems but we can't find one for her so she settles for using walk in clinics. 

I work part-time in retail for minimum wage because I've been blackballed and can't find a full time job in my field in the entire City of Toronto that holds about six million people.  I supplement my income through a line of credit so I can pay for my living expenses.

I was born in Canada and so were both my daughters. We were born Roman Catholic but my daughters have converted and are now Protestant. English is our mother tongue.  We have high school diplomas and some College or University education.  We are victims of "The Death Traps" of Newmarket, Ontario and of divorce designed and put in place by the authorities.

It's Monday, September 6th, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

Still trying to resolve matters, I came across an article in the newspaper about a father who is also a victim of divorce in York Region.

Here's his story on his website:

~ A Father's Nightmare ~

It's Sunday, August 8th, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

~ Ava's Mother's Tools ~

It's Friday, July 16, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

Seven years have passed and I made YET another trip to a new lawyer's office to try to find a way to resolve matters.  This time this female lawyer's advice to me was,

~ "Drop Dead! Fuck Off! Figure it out for yourself!" ~ 

Then she charged me $50, plus tax, for this advice and told me I needed a Psychiatrist.  As a matter of fact, I asked my family doctor for a referral for a Psychiatrist several years ago because I was feeling suicidal and you can't go to a Psychiatrist without a referral from your family doctor.  After I explained the situation she told me that a Psychiatrist can't help me to resolve these problems I'm having and what I need is a lawyer, "You don't THINK you have a problem, you have a problem."  

Canada is a hell like no other!  
It's run by total retards!

It's Friday, June 25th, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

An email from Tahir:

Why Women Are So Special

Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said,  "I'm tired and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."  She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches.  Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.  She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.  She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.  She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store.  She put both near her bag.  Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & Age Fighting Moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth. Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."  "I'm on my way," she said.  She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.  She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.  In her own room she set the alarm, laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack.  She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list.  She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.  About that time Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular,  "I'm going to bed."  And he did ... ... without another thought.  Anything extraordinary here?  Wonder why women live longer...?   'CAUSE THEY ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL.........  (and they can't die sooner, they still have things to do!!!!)  Forward this to women, as many as you can,  so that they know why women are so special :) ..........!  God's very own creation! :) Thank you Tahir!  It was a nice thought!

"There is no reason for living. 

It's merely your turn to be born"

It's Thursday, April 22nd, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

This YouTube makes a statement appropriate for the situation.  This is the way I see it and I know that the Authorities, Elected Political Representatives and everyone with University degrees in Canada see everyone else this way.  From my experience, they won't have it any other way!

It's Thursday, April 1st, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where My Children Are!

~ They earn so much money but, no one is doing their job! ~

It's Monday, March 15th, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

~ There's a new ad on the bus stop shelters in my neighbourhood. ~

Housing is a human right but, Mothers do not have the right to know where their children are in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.  A Mother worries to the point of being suicidal herself but it doesn't bother the Human Rights Commission.  The fact that our children are our next of kin has no bearing on this matter.  The fact that a Mother is willing to provide her children with shelter, food, clothes, protection from the streets, etc., etc., is just irrelevant to the Commission.  

But, this is progress.  It's so nice to know that my daughters and I have the right not to be homeless now.  This is a step in the right direction but it doesn't address my personal issues that I've brought to the attention of the authorities and that I've been trying to resolve but that have escalated for seven years.

It's Saturday, February 27, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where My Children Are!

~ PLAYGROUND ~

We're inundated by the media, day in and day out, with all kinds of warnings and instructions on how to avoid these things happening to our children but, try filing a ~ Missing Person Report ~ with the Toronto Police Force and they'll tell you that, if your child is over 18, they don't take reports.  They won't tell you where your child is, if they do locate them, and they blame the current legislation that makes 18 years of age The Age of Majority and gives them the right to do whatever they want and gives parents no rights whatsoever.  But, who will protect our children when they reach this golden age?  Are the Authorities sure this is what our children want or is this just another set up?  I say it's a set up! 

It's Wednesday, February 24th, and I Still Don't Know Where My Children Are!

February 15th was Family Day, a holiday in Ontario, and I took the liberty of sending the Premier one more email:

"Yesterday was Family Day.  It was a very nice gesture on the part of your Party to give Ontarians this holiday but, what is the purpose of Family Day when so many of us don’t have a family.  Divorce is taking over our society and our children are not encouraged by society to keep in touch and look out for their parents or their siblings when they reach the age of maturity.

I’ve been told by so many professionals, in particular teaching professionals, “Your children are not yours anymore.”  As we all know, the teaching profession in Ontario is female dominated.  These women have all gone insane with all the stem cell therapy they have injected into them to keep themselves youthful and the botox treatments.

I’d like to present to you, again, my blog:

www.avawhereareyou.blogspot.com

I’ve brought this matter to your attention many times over the past three years but none of my issues have been addressed, actually, my world has deteriorated.  I’m living in a state of alienation from my children and I’ve been blackballed and can’t find a decent job.  I’ll have to settle for working part-time, retail.  I don’t mind working retail but, I can’t survive on part-time income. 

This is what happens to the people of Ontario when they file reports with your Office and the Police Force.  Well, I may as well take it up the organized crime, and I know they’ll deal with matters, except that I don’t have any connections.

Again, I’d like to stress, what good is Family Day when society and all levels of Government do not support the family unit and when they encourage our children to leave their parents behind, not even to keep in touch by phone or to care for their well being."

It's Friday, February 12, 2010, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

It appears that I’ll never see my daughters again and I’m convinced that it’s part of my “Scenario”, compliments of my divorce lawyer and the justice system of this land.

It amazes me the degree of psychological abuse Mothers are subjected to in our society at the hands of the authorities in Canada.  On the other hand, career women are put on a pedestal by their male colleagues who compete for their attention and vice versa.  What’s it all about?

Now that I’ve learned this lesson in life, in my next lifetime it is my wish to be born in a land with a kinder, more humane society.  I pick China.  There’s nothing wrong with a little starvation and a little hard work never killed anyone.  I’ll only have one child, of course, but  I’ll have none if they prefer.  Who needs money?  I don’t have any anyway, not anymore.  What’s so bad about Communism, after all? 

Who do Canadian Diplomats and Political Leaders think they are going out into the world to fight for the human rights of third world nations when they don’t enforce the laws and human rights on their own soil?  As if they get anywhere!  I think they take on these causes so as to avoid dealing with anything related to what they’re really getting paid for.  Doing nothing about everything is easier and better than making big mistakes.  Ditto for all those Christian religions who send their missionaries into third world to the aid of … … well, … … not their people, when their own people can’t find help to resolve spiritual matters and matters of a moral nature.  Since when is it just and fair for a Mother not to be able to see her children?  Only in Canada, you say!

I'm told that my youngest daughter, Monica, is now wearing a Womens Size 2.  I'd say this is anorexic for a twenty year old.  Not even the Office of the Attorney General of Ontario cared enough to set up an appointment to speak with me on this divorce related parental abduction matter.  I can kiss my daughter "Adieu" and bury her before the authorities in Canada takes a stand on parental abductions.  Abducted right under the noses of the authorities while I, her Mother, filed Police report after report and contacted everyone I should have contacted to rectify the situation for the past seven years. If they don't kill me they'll kill my children!  It's part of my "Scenario".  All of our names are on the list of elimination of the Judges of the Newmarket Courthouse. Then again, everyone, absolutely everyone, who walks into that Courthouse is given the death sentence.

I found this picture of my daughter, Monica, who I haven't seen for two years, on my ex-husband's sister's Facebook page.  She looks anorexic here but there's nothing I can do about it because my ex-husband has abducted her and the authorities refuse to address this matter and I don't know where she's living.  While I was taking care of her she when she was 11 she was vomiting every morning before she went to school and I thought she was developing anorexia, but I was forced to send her to school everyday by the Courts in Newmarket where I was mandated to do so a short time after her stroke.  Since then she's had a problem keeping weight on.  This was one of the issues the doctors everywhere I took her for medical attention, including Sick Children's Hospital, refused to deal with.  These people are determined to kill her, I'm sure.

I get the impression this is her paternal grandmother's house, but I can't be sure, although I am sure that she is living somewhere in Newmarket, Ontario, Canada.  I have a restraining order on me with instructions to never get in touch with any aquaintences of my ex-husband so I cannot even attempt to find her.  My insane cousin in criminal law followed through with the restraining order on me as a family vendetta against me and my children.  I don't know why but, then again, since when do lawyers need a reason to do anything?

What's a mother to do about a situation like this?  It's time to pop that siniad pill but I don't have one.  Ava doesn't care whether Monica lives or dies.  She feels the same about me.  Who knew how much trouble a bunch of vile bitches with University degrees (in particular the ones in the Justice system) are capable of in order to gain stature for themselves.  Are we ugly enough for those vile bitches yet?  Those women are incredibly vain and they will go to no end to make sure no one out does them as far as beauty goes.  They'll kill us all!  Should these women hold positions of responsibility?  I think not.

~ My Ex-Sister-In-Laws Facebook ~

It's Sunday, December 27th, 2009, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

Christmas Day 2009 has come and gone and so has Boxing Day.  This year not a phone call from either one of my daughters, Ava or Monica, just the "Sound of Silence".

It's the year 2009, the end of a decade.

I live in a Country where over education and insanity prevails at all levels of Government.

It's Monday, December 21, 2009, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

Here's an excerpt from:

 ~ Harper in control as decade winds down but polls say Canada hasn't moved right ~

"Today Canada is talking tough on crime and stressing military pride, national security, "global energy superpower status," tax cuts and deficits."

We'll take note of this date and keep tabs on the progress.  It's been almost two years that my younger daughter, Monica, was abducted by my ex-husband so I should be seeing her any day now.  It's been about four years that I haven't seen Ava and I wonder if we'll even recognize each other should we meet again.  What about the rest of you who have been alienated from your children thereby making them and ourselves easy targets to abductions,  murder and other criminal activity, partly because we are alone and easy targets most of the time.

Not giving criminals the opportunity to commit crimes will reduce our crime rate.  But, what will lawyers do to earn an income and what will keep our justice system in the money if we succeed in reducing criminal activity in Canada?  Considering the clout these people have, it just won't happen.

~ Just For The Fun Of It? ~

It's Sunday, December 13th, 2009, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

Some time has passed and it appears that everyone I’ve contacted ~ (City Counsillor, MPP, Attorney General, Police Forces, Human Rights Commission, lawyers, teachers, clergy, etc., etc.) ~ either don’t care that I’ll never see my children again or that it's out of their control.  Where do Mothers turn when they are left in a state of isolation and, yes, even solitary confinement compliments of their Canadian divorce lawyer?

Just what is the message that they are trying to convey and trying to make Mothers accept?

It's Friday, December 11th, 2009, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

~ Here’s Part of the Answer ~

I often cross paths with Police Officers during the course of the day but, apparently, most of them are working “Paid Duty” and, therefore, are not providing protection for the people of Toronto on that shift.  Considering the crime rate in the City of Toronto, this must mean that the Toronto Police Force is severely understaffed in the area of Protection and Service to meet the needs of the people.  This is where it comes to the part that we all have to fend for ourselves and it gives Gangland the opportunity to thrive.  It did. 

What most of us don’t realize is that Gangland has moved up a notch or two since the days of Bonnie and Clyde and gone are the days of stupid Gangsters.  Today’s Gangsters, on the most part, have University education and the King Pins have those B.A.'s that, upon graduation, almost always come with a Ouija board which makes their operations much more calculated and precise and makes everyone else easy prey.  Those "Game Players" do a darn good job of making human sacrifices without laying hands on their victims!

It's Tuesday, November 24, 2009, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

Christmas is just around the corner and my phone call contact with my younger daughter is now dwindling and with my older daughter is non-existent.  Who needs Mom?

Last year I found myself alone on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day so I decided to go to Christmas Eve Mass (actually, I caught two services at different Churches at different times) and I woke up on Christmas Day and ventured out, again, to Christmas Day Mass.  It was wonderful for about an hour during the Christmas festivities not to be all alone.  Of course, I hoped that on Christmas Day my daughters would come around, at least come for a short visit, but that was not the case.  I was lucky to receive a phone call from my youngest but no contact with my oldest.  The children are too old to deal with through the legal system, but then again, the lawyers refused to deal with my child custody issues from the day I set foot into the first lawyer’s office, and thanks to the restraining orders my ex-husband connived, and succeeded, to have laid on me, it appears that I haven’t got a hope in hell of ever seeing my children again!

If you are divorced and find yourself alone on Christmas Day, I sincerely recommend you attend your Church’s Christmas services to help to break the isolation.  I’ve been attending Sunday Mass regularly now and this also helps to break the isolation.

It's Monday, November 9th, 2009, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

   ~ Knocking on Doors ~

Well, this is a milestone!  Perhaps they'll make this a common procedure but, what took them so long?  What about my two daughters who were victims of a parental abduction and no one cares.  Now they've moved onto higher ground, God know where, and still no one cares enough to help me locate them because the perpetrators are quite clever at covering up their steps ... ... and ... ... the authorities can't be bothered to get involved ... ...  and ... ... they're determined to never let my daughters see me again  ... ... and ... ... I don't have a University degree so I'm not worthy of helping ... ... and ... ... why did I bother to open my big mouth?  Don't I understand this?  No, I don't!  Is it because my children and I ARE NOT immigrants?

Imagine that! I've been reporting and working with the authorities for seven years trying not to let this situation get to this point but, it did just the same.  It wasn't for lack of me trying to avert it, it was for the lack of concern within "The System", from everyone who crossed my path and let's not forget everyone wishing it on me just so now they can say to me, "Who You!"  I'm not, anymore!  Why I'm the lowliest of low, not ~ "A Person"~  in the eyes of the law and neither are my daughters, they all made sure of it.

Best wishes to Miriam's parents.

It's Thursday, November 5th, 2009, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

~ Baby Kintyre ~

Isn’t it strange that the police would launch an investigation into the Baby Kintyre case that happened 82 years ago while they now are reluctant to take Missing Person Reports on anyone over 18 years of age?  I think this investigation is a waste of time and our taxpayers money but, then again, I do have two daughters, both of whom are technically missing, and I am partial as I think cases like mine should be given priority.  Shouldn’t our police forces focus on the living?

It’s such a shame that over the past few decades the family unit has broken down significantly due to the rise in the divorce rate and, it seems, our children attending University out of town and then go on to jobs wherever they can find one, but they don’t find them anymore.

With so many women choosing careers and not marrying or having children, I think, in part it’s, “The Revenge of the Childless.”  We can’t expect the childless to relate to being mothers or fathers and, therefore, they make really, really bad judgment calls when dealing with anything to do with the family unit.  They stand back and chuckle thinking out loud, “I can’t relate to that ‘cause I don’t have one,” instead of acting on matters and we let them get away with it.  Let’s face it, these women with careers who are overwrought with education and responsibility are left behind because what men really want is a women who is submissive and they just don’t fit the bill so they all become lesbians.

Or, is it the, “I don’t have one so what do you want from me,” attitude from this group of people.  Do they think that by destroying our family unit we will then look outward for companionship and socialize with them?

Add to this the problem with infertility these days.  I bet it’s because of steroid abuse but the doctors don’t tell us they’re injecting us with steroids. 

What about this H1N1 vaccine we’ll be injected with this year?  Will the doctors be adding a tad of steroids or a dash of mercury to the serum before injecting it into our bloodstream?  If you’re their lucky number when you walk into their office will they give you a dose of the virus and kill you to prove to the world that it’s not a hoax?

It's Monday, October 26th, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

Well, I’m out of luck, again!  Looks like there’s no welfare in the horizon for me since I failed to qualify.  What was the deciding factor?  I have a line of credit and, therefore, I have access to cash and, with this added to the formula, it totally disqualified me for any amount of financial assistance. 

Tough Luck, Eh!

Meanwhile … …

… … back in Newmarket, Monica, my younger daughter, has gone away to someone’s cottage for awhile.  Her instructions are not to tell me, her Mother, the names of the people she is staying with, where the cottage is and at this point I don’t even know how long she’ll be there.  There’s no reply to my messages on her cell phone, probably because she’s been told not to waste money on long distance.  So, how do I, her Mother, get in touch with her in case of an emergency? 

I called Ava and left her another message asking her if she can tell me the whereabouts of her sister, Monica.  There was no reply to my voice message.

How do people get away with doing this to a Mother?  The gall of the people of Newmarket to treat a Mother (me) this way and brainwash my child into doing everything their way until I come to my senses and worship the ground the Newmarketeers walk on and kiss their a-----s!  And yet they do get away with it totally due to the fact that there is no policing of these matters by the authorities.  Yes, lets make it a group effort to drive this Mother (me) to suicide!  It’s working.

It's Monday, October 19, 2009, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

Well, I wasn't granted the privilege of seeing my daughter, Monica, on her 20th birthday on Saturday.  I called Ava and left a message on her voice mail to remind her about Monica's birthday and I told her that I wished this charade would end but she didn't return my call. Monica tells me she doesn't hear from her often.  I wonder if she's still alive and I know the authorities don't care if she is or not.

My Employment Insurance has come to an end and still I haven't found a job after all those resumes I sent.  I was offered two part time jobs in retail, which would have been lovely places to work, but I can't live on part time pay or minimum wage.  I called the temporary agency to remind them that I am still available but I didn't get a return phone call which leads me to believe they've left me behind.  Funny, but I've been temping for so long and there has been so much movement in the workforce that I've lost track of my work references and I can't find them anymore so, I don't have any now.  This will make finding another temp agency and a job rather difficult.

I've decided that, "Today is the first day of the rest of my life."  I will take the bull by the horns and this morning I will make that phone call to The Ministry of Community and Social Services to start the application process for welfare.  Oh, for joy!  It's time I fall onto this benefit after living on a line of credit for the past three years and off my savings for four years prior to that and there's no break for me in the horizon that I can see, compliments of my Canadian divorce lawyer.  They did me in!  I'm sure they're cheering and having a party out there, somewhere at my expense.

It's Saturday, October 3, 2009, and I Still Don't Know Where My Daughters Are!

~ Things just keep getting worse

for Mothers across Canada. ~

Yes, my "Joint Custody", that our divorce lawyers insisted on {along with not a penny of support for me, an at-home-Mom of sixteen years}, landed me here! Along comes the new wife {the women he abandoned me and his children for} and they decide to keep the kids for themselves. "Oh, we'll find a way!" They did. Then along comes the malicious slander that destroyed me in my children's eye's and, next thing you know, along comes the restraining order that was placed on me to finish me off. There was no truth to it but, I'm sure, there was a lawyer and all those people whose job's are touched by all restraining orders, who WANNA MAKE A BUCK OFF ME ... AND YOU! Your life flashes before your eyes ... and ...

... YES, THEY WIN!

~ Tough Luck, Eh! ~

A Mother's existence is just a joke for Canada's Members of both Federal and Provincial Parliament!

Well, Ladies and Mothers across the Country, let's all put our names on our Doctor of Gynacology's "Surrogate Mother List".

The Canadian Government wants us all to be no more than that.

Seven years have passed since the divorce was filed and my daughters could have had a Mother during that time.  One day I won't be here walking the earth and my daughters can have what's left of my money and my belongings, compliments of my Canadian divorce lawyer.

My daughters could have had a Mother instead they'll have their Mother's money and her belongings.

It's Monday, September 28th, 2009.

I still don't know where my daughters are!

I Smell a Divorce Lawyer Deal!

This story reeks of:

~ "The Curse of the Canadian Divorce Lawyer" ~

I wonder what number this scenario is?

I wonder what number my scenario is?

It could be one of my daughters in Heidi Ferguson's shoes next and I'll never find out because I don't know where they are and the authorities won't tell me. I don't have to know. I'm only their mother. I'm probably next in line to be made a human sacrifice of. It's part of every divorce scenario.

~ Bizarre Quartet ~


~ Man Stabs Wife, Kills Self ~


~ Slain Mother ~

~ Woman Killed in West End Apt ~


~ Two Shot Dead Near Belleville ~


These Child Abductions that have become commonplace all across the Country also reek of

 ~ "The Curse of the Canadian Divorce Lawyer" ~


~ Amber Alert Issued in Kingston ~

It’s Monday, August 31^st, 2009, and I still don’t know where my daughters are.

What good are the authorities in Canada?

It would be more humane to nail mothers to the cross in the Town Square.

Of course, they would let female professionals have the honour of nailing mothers to the cross.

This is what “Equality” means early in the second millennium, A.D., in Canada.

How ironic that Canada would issue this stamp to commemorate the second millenium.

I know a secret of cult rings that’s one of their common tricks. They lure their victim into privacy, they use chlorophorm to euthanize them, they say an incantation, et voila, there’s a demonic spirit in the vessel, one of their own.

If it’s your child that’s been had, suddenly they have no respect for you anymore, they’re argumentative and when they have the opportunity, they take the vessel and run, leaving you behind and in a state of hysterics. It’s all a part of the game that these cult rings play, in my case, the cult rings operating in the Aurora/Newmarket area, but not limited to them, and there’s nowhere to turn for help. Don’t bother with the authorities, if you’ve read my blog in it’s entirety, you’ll realize it’s a waste of time.

How does one deal with demonic spirits who possess another person’s body? Will we ever have our children back? Just who cast this curse on my family? Usually it’s someone or a group of people with Ouija boards and University degrees. Is this fair to me or to any parent? Everyone in that community reinforced the idea to my children that their parents can’t make them do anything they don’t want to, including their teachers, and, by doing so push them further away from me. It’s all part of the plan or the cycle of the curse.

Not that I didn’t realize what was going on right from the start and not that I didn’t tell the whole wide world what I expected to happen. It did. No one offered any help whatsoever. The more I complained the less they listened and the worse things got for me. Were the authorities in on this deal right from the start? I’m guessing they were or, perhaps, they were the spell casters.

If this doesn’t want to make a parent blow their brains out nothing does.

It’s been several weeks now that I spoke with the Ontario Provincial Police Officer but there has been no communication since then. I didn’t offer my daughters names so they could investigate but the Officer didn’t ask either. My daughter returned from her trip and I did get in touch again but she asked me not to keep her on the phone too long because it was too expensive. I don’t know if I’ll ever see either one of them again.

On a more positive note, my MPP did follow through with his promise to take this to higher ground and I received a letter from the Attorney General’s Office confirming that he was in receipt of my MPP’s letter.