This post is a response to several email's I received by viewers on the wait list, to release contents from my autobiography:

Betrayed Not Beaten (Volume 1, Chapter 12):

'...with The Rosary Beads clutched tight in my hands that were trembling with grief, tears falling down both cheeks and a strong temptation to rip the whole thing apart at opposite ends, I said to God, 'what are you doing to me, haven't I been loyal to you?' In my heart I heard, 'come save it a second time'. 

It made no sense to me at all, 'come save it a second time', 'what's that supposed to mean anyway and what's it got to do with losing my children', I thought? I asked again and got the same answer. I was frustrated and hurt and couldn't make any sense of it.  

I know that I am favored, because I had my calling directly from the Lord's mother, an apparition if you like by the Blessed Virgin Mary who woke me in my sleep when I was eight months pregnant (with Blake growing in my stomach), calling my name. By the time I realizes I wasn't dreaming she was gone. A soft graceful angelic voice that is beyond the description of words. I sought religious counseling from the head sister of Saint Mother Teresa's Order in Melbourne, who assured me that there is nothing crazy about apparitions and they are common among the chosen. 

It was 2011 and I just had both my kids stolen by the cops in collaboration with the Australian Department of Child Protection based on grudge, a case of fraud that stretched seven years long. The police overriding a final clearance from the CATT ambulance assessment staff to release me on the grounds that I did not meet all five criteria of the Mental Health Act (with no mental health concerns noted); I was forced in the back of the police van like a serial killer and escorted to the local hospital needlessly, where I was detained against my will. It should have been in the back of the ambulance but the CATT Assessment Team cleared me of any Mental Health Concerns that would warrant a hospital visit, so the police thought they'd take matters into their own hands against protocol. This was apteral their only chance to shut me up. 

Upon arrival to the local emergency ward, the lies began to roll off their tongues. Hospital files in my name were prewritten before my arrival containing police signatures and witnesses I had never heard of. When I asked duty staff to view notes in my file under the Freedom of Information Act Victoria, my file all of a sudden became protected evidence and a legal aid lawyer was denied. I was diagnosed and medicated for a problem I did not suffer before the assessment even took place and then detained against my will behind double locked doors without the right to visitors and legal representation; which was later denied by staff. 

The kids were gone and I was detained against my will in an institution that I did not belong surrounded by the unheard, where there are no names just numbers. 

The Lord, GOD Almighty heard and answered me. I was given direct instructions from the heart to hide the passports underground in a specific location. I wiped the tears from my eye's, like I suddenly found hope and gently put the Rosary Beads down on the coffee table in the Prayer Room where I was seated in isolation. God said, 'I am showing you the warrior'.

I thought to myself (as if I was talking back to God), 'what warrior, you let them take my children by way of bribery and crimes of corruption... And all the sacrifices I made to raise them on my own, to give them good moral's and provide for all their needs, working two jobs...'. God responded, 'NO Anne, I didn't let them take anything, I've just put them aside because there is somewhere else you need to be and it's not safe for the kids'. This conversation in my heart continued with God for five long minutes, as I was getting all the answers through prayer, then he finally said, 'DON'T FORGET, YOU WERE BORN TO RETURN'!

BASED ON A TRUE STORY AND ACTUAL EVENTS. 

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CH12 

With the passports clutched tight in my hand, I ran outside to bury them in such a way that they could be accessed from the outside. I quickly wrapped them tight in plastic and reaching my hand through the gaps of the metal fence posts, I dug a deep hole and put them in the ground. 

Duty staff were doing a head count, after someone tried to escape in a desperate fight for her freedom. She was Asian and the mother of a young child, who was institutionalized because her new Australian life-partner who was having an affair, wanted to have sex with her during her periods and she refused him. She couldn't leave him because she would effectively loose her child and her entitlement to stay in Australia, so she put up with all his abuse instead. He had strong ties with the Australian Department of Child Protection in Melbourne - it was her word against his. 

When she tried to call the police to stop him from raping her, he disconnected the telephone line from the wall and used his mobile phone to call the police against her, alleging paranoia. He then locked her in the house awaiting police presence. Upon their arrival, the police were quick to section her under Section Ten of the Mental Health Act. She was then escorted by police to the Mental Health Unit of the local hospital, forcing her to leave her child behind. Her dreams of Australia went up the shit! 

In the Mental Health Unit of the hospital she was missing her child, who she was not allowed to see - a decision that her new Australian life partner had made - which caused her depression. When she protested, medical staff increased her medication to sedate her. In a docile state, she was appointed a Lawyer of their choice funded by legal aid, who did nothing for her but fill in documents. When she tried to escape they caught her, isolated her in the High Dependency Unit and then booked her in for Electric Shock Treatment after her treating psychiatrist (who ignored her requests for a second opinion), claimed untreatable depression. 

Well that did it, SHE WAS SILENCED, and she was one of many. This acted as a WARNING by medical staff for anyone else trying to escape, so I knew that if I was going to escape, I had to be very successful, there was no other choice. It was do or die! 

I had to make sure I was present for the head count and after securing my passports underground, I ran back into my room to wash my face from the sweat in order not to arouse suspicion. It was the pressure that I was sweating from not the heat. I passed the head count. 

They knew I was trying to communicate with the Asian Lady passing hand written messages under the door where she was contained and making phone calls to lawyers on her behalf. In attempt to obstruct my efforts, medical staff were warning patients not to give me money for phone calls; to use a pay phone service available in the ward for patients. Lawyers were leaving messages for me that were not passed on by medical staff, preventing me from getting a lawyer for my own case; countless breaches to the Mental Health Act of Victoria, Australia. 

Using the computer and internet access available in the communal lounger that was in view of duty staff, I began typing a formal complaint to Dr Ruth Vine who was the Chief Psychiatrist of Victoria... I was going where no one else dared, communicating a breech of the Mental Health Act, Section 18 (1) (A), "... The right to obtain legal representation...", and a breech of Section 18 (4) "...it Is the duty of the authorizing psychiatrist to ensure that this section is complied with"... 

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Ref: http://voicebohx.wixsite.com/anne/single-post/2015/08/21/Silencing-Tactics-A-Mental-Health-Experience 

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I hope to have my book titled, 'Betrayed NOT Beaten', published IN BOTH FRENCH AND ENGLISH by early, in 2021. I have not signed any contracts with publishers nor accepted royalties, simply because the script is not ready.