Greetings dearest Lightworker family,
Now I believe I left off with my most recent post with Joe and I sitting at my kitchen table, discussing his rather vicious attack by the Demoness and her devlish accompliances the night before. Joe was telling me how he felt competely powerless in alleviatiing and ridding himself of the 'she devil' who was persistent in plaguing and violently invading his life. He felt our current legal system in Oz, failed to support the rights of males, even though he was indeed the victim of domestic abuse and was instrumental in initiating a restraining order against her and her 'hit men' cronies, he had called the police on numerous occasions (his premises is well known to local police for repeat calls for service) to evict the Demoness and her fiendish friends from HIS premises. Only to have her return after being detained for the required mandoratory custodial period to exact her drug and alcohol fueled revenge upon him and his remaining property. He appeared in a state of complete hopelessness and despair.
I suggested to Joe that we should get him cleaned up as his appearance was fairly dishevelled to say the least, as there was no way the Dept of Public Housing would entertain or even consider his plight in his current shabby state. We would then return to the local hospital to have his new injuries examined, treated and documented for pending legal reasons. So I insisted that he go and take a shower and clean himself up whilst I washed and dried his clothes (the only items of clothing he now possessed after the Demoness had made a vengeful pire of his wardrobe during her last rampage). Meanwhile, I cooked him some breakfast and made his favourite hot Milo beverage. I knew I had to have a really crucial discussion with Joe about his present untenable circumstances.
Whilst Joe was getting cleaned up and I was readying his breakfast, I began to contemplate his remark about 'men not having any legal rights in this country' particulary relating to Family Law disputes. I began to reflect on my brother's plight when he and his wife acrimoniously separated and she departed the marriage taking their only child, a daughter, who was only two at the time. I supported my brother loyally in his futile attempts to regain substantial access and maintain some kind of meagre acquistion of common property accumulated mutually throughout the duration of their marriage. His ex wife wasn't even prepared to allow him a knife and fork or a bed to sleep in. It was a particularly harrowing period indeed, primarily she was intent and steafastly refused and ardamently denied him any access to his daughter but she was absolute in her insistance that he pay his obligatory child maintenance, which was compulsory and garnished from his wages at point of tax. She appeared determined to impose on him a malicious and spiteful form of parental alienation to the max. Naturally our family were affected also, as we still wished to maintain contact with our beloved niece and grandaughter. Consequently we rallied around my brother to support him during this arduous and extremely expensive legal conflict. I remember his relentless interviews with solicitors and barristers in a vain attempt to obtain his equal parenting rights. Eventually. against my brothers wishes and protests to the family courts, his exwife left the state and took my niece with her, which made it almost impossible for my brother to maintain contact with his daughter, he fought his exwife's decision rigoriously through the Family Courts but had to relinquish his fight due to lack of the necessary funds to persue the matter further. As you can imagine it was a devastating outcome for him and the rest of our family to realise that we didn't have a legal leg to stand on because his exwife, being the mother of my his daughter, my niece, was automatically awarded primary and legal custody and guardianship of her. I'd like to reiterate there was absolutely no domestic violence perpetrated on either party throughout the duration of my brother's marriage.
What I couldn't and still can't comprehend throughout my brother's ordeal, is that criminal's, even extremely violent offenders who are incarcerated, have more rights to see their children than the average Joe Blow (excuse the pun considering the present circumstances) as it's compulsory for them to have regular access and visitations from their families and offspring even though they may be maritally estranged from one another. So go figure?????
Anyway back to Joe...he finally emerged from my bathroom once the hot water had run dry (uuuggghhh hate that). By this time his clothes were clean and almost dry and ironed. I placed his breakfast in front of him and he devoured it ravenously like he hadn't had a decent meal in a long, long time. I sat on the other side of him at the dining table having a cuppa. I was watching him intently, what I observed was a 38 year old pitiful and broken man, he seemed completely emasculated. He was like a vulnerable and naive child who needed protection and counseling. I finally said 'Joe this situation is completely acceptable...it has to stop. You must take back your power...you can't keep relinquishing and surrendering your strength. You need to regain some pride and self respect'. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked me directly in the eye 'How can I do this Dee Breeze (that's what he calls me because he can't pronounce my name correctly Louise)...I do not understand what my rights are in this country. She has stolen my soul and my spirit. How can I find it again...please can you help me....????' His eyes started to well with tears, my heart ached, I could feel his pain and complete frustration and utter despair 'Okay Joe' I said...'We need to hatch a plan'.
TO BE CONTINUED