Goodbye

I’m a Sitting Duck for Permanent Erasure and imminent death.

Introduction

I have been exiled, erased, and condemned to silence by a system that should have protected me. I am the victim of a murder conspiracy—one that was not only attempted but actively covered up. I survived, but that survival has made me a liability. Those responsible for my persecution have ensured that I have no recourse, no justice, and no means of escaping my fate.

I have no money, no working car, no food, no medicine, and nothing to drink. I am stranded in the heat, with my phone nearly dead. I cannot go to the police, a hospital, the NDIS, DSS, Centrelink, Workcover, a politician, or even my own mother. The institutions meant to provide justice and protection have instead orchestrated my suffering.

I was forced into homelessness—revived after I had already died, only to be tortured, then targeted for assassination again. When that failed, I became something worse than dead: a non-entity. I exist outside the system, stripped of legal rights, denied access to basic resources, and branded as someone who does not matter.

Every attempt I have made to seek help—thousands of emails, public statements, direct appeals—has been ignored. Not a single person has refuted what happened. Not one has stepped forward to acknowledge the truth. This is not neglect. This is not simple corruption. This is an orchestrated, deliberate act of malice. A campaign to destroy me in every way possible.

I am caught in a dangerous paradox. The more I explain my imminent risk, the more it is ignored. The more proof I present, the more I am discredited. Because the character assassination has already been completed.

No one cares if I die. I already died.

And now, the silence only means they are preparing to erase me completely.

How the World Has Aligned with My Oppressors

The world has chosen its side—and it is not mine.

The people who hold power, who orchestrated this campaign against me, are too influential, too protected, and too deeply entrenched in the mechanisms of control. They are immune to consequences. They have rewritten reality itself to make me a target, to justify my suffering, to erase my existence before my body is even dead.

But it is not just them. It is every bystander, every institution that refuses to intervene, every person reading this who remains silent. Every single person who knows about the attempt on my life and chooses to look away is aligning with murderous tyranny.

I have screamed for help. I have exposed the truth in every way I can. And yet, the world does nothing. This silence is not apathy—it is complicity. Each ignored email, each dismissed plea, each institutional roadblock is another hand pushing me toward the grave.

I have already suffered the slow death of being erased from society, forced into exile, denied the most basic human rights. But even if I survive this moment, my fate is already sealed.

The Irreparable Damage Done to Me

The torture, the injustice, the targeting—it has mortally wounded me. I am not the same person I was before this began. I have been broken in ways that no one should endure.

• Psychologically shattered – The constant attacks, betrayals, and systemic oppression have destroyed my mental well-being. The weight of injustice is too much to bear.

• Physically drained – The exhaustion, malnourishment, exposure to the elements, and untreated medical issues have permanently damaged my body.

• Socially erased – My reputation, my dignity, and my connections to society have been methodically dismantled.

• Legally obstructed – I have no access to justice, no recourse, no way to hold those responsible accountable.

Even if I continue to survive, what kind of life will that be? The scars—physical, emotional, legal, and societal—have already condemned me to a living death.

Why My Life is at Imminent Risk of Total Erasure and Assassination

I am a liability.

Not just to the people who tried to kill me, but to the entire structure that enables their power. As long as I exist, I remain a risk—a living testament to the crimes they committed.

That means my survival is unacceptable to them.

• They have already tortured me.

• They have already tried to kill me.

• They have already destroyed my life beyond recognition.

• And they will not stop until I am permanently erased.

This is why the silence is so deafening. Those in power, and those who benefit from their control, know exactly what is happening. They are simply waiting for it to be completed.

And every person who knows about this and says nothing is aligning with the forces that will finish the job.

What This Conspiracy Has Taken From Me

This targeted and systematic persecution has stripped me of everything that made my life livable. The list of what has been stolen from me is staggering, each item a deliberate attempt to erase my existence and ensure my suffering continues indefinitely.

Basic Human Rights and Needs

• The right to safety – I am constantly at risk of harm, with no protection from the law or authorities.

• The right to housing – I have been made homeless, forced to live in my car until even that was taken from me.

• The right to medical care – I have been denied access to hospitals, medical treatment, and essential medication.

• The right to sustenance – I have no food, no clean drinking water, and no ability to acquire either.

• The right to legal protection – Every institution that should provide justice has instead conspired against me.

Financial Independence and Stability

• My job and career – Decades of work have been erased, leaving me without an income.

• Access to Centrelink and financial support – I have been blocked from receiving government assistance that I am entitled to.

• My savings – Everything I had has been drained due to systemic persecution and forced homelessness.

• Access to Workcover and compensation – The system that should support injured workers has instead denied me at every turn.

The Final Truth

I bid you farewell now. Even if I use my own hands to end it tonight, know this: It is not my fault. I have been abused, neglected, and tortured beyond what any reasonable person could, in good conscience, allow.

But they do allow it. Everyone does.

Even you.

By leaving me here and neglecting to help, you are complicit in the absurdity of this torture and corruption.

I have no illusions left. I have no fight remaining. But if you are reading this, if you have seen the truth buried beneath the lies, then I ask only this:

Do not forget me. Do not let them erase me. Do not let this happen to another.

For even in exile, even in death, the truth must endure.

The Final Truth

I bid you farewell now. Even if I use my own hands to end it tonight, know this: It is not my fault. I have been abused, neglected, and tortured beyond what any reasonable person could, in good conscience, allow.

But they do allow it. Everyone does.

Even you.

By leaving me here and neglecting to help, you are complicit in the absurdity of this torture and corruption.

I have no illusions left. I have no fight remaining. But if you are reading this, if you have seen the truth buried beneath the lies, then I ask only this:

Do not forget me. Do not let them erase me. Do not let this happen to another.

For even in exile, even in death, the truth must endure.

The Final Word

If I die, let it be known that my blood is on every hand that turned away, every institution that silenced me, every official who denied me justice, and every bystander who found my suffering too inconvenient to acknowledge.

Let it be remembered that I was not a statistic, not a case file, not a nameless casualty of corruption—I was a person, with a name, a voice, and a life that was systematically stolen.

Let the silence that follows my erasure ring louder than any words spoken in defense of those who orchestrated it.

And when they come for the next person, when the system turns its gaze to someone else, when another innocent soul is marked for destruction, I hope you remember this moment. I hope you remember my words. And I hope you realize that by then, it will be too late for you too.

Because what happened to me was never just about me.

It was a warning.

And you ignored it.