Sacrificial lamb

LETHALLY URGENT FINAL MESSAGE – IMMEDIATE RISK OF ASSASSINATION

To Whomever Will Listen, If Anyone Will:

This is not a plea—this is a final declaration. This is not paranoia. This is not delusion. This is a confirmed tip-off that my murder has been scheduled for tonight.

I have survived multiple assassination attempts, narrowly evading death again and again, only for the pursuit to continue with greater intensity each time.

• The first attempt failed because I ran.

• The second attempt failed because my NDIS provider proved that I had escaped a state-sponsored execution.

• The third attempt failed because I exposed it before it could occur.

• Then someone put a gun to my head.

• And now, I am out of options.

Total Isolation: The Calculated Erasure of Every Lifeline

There is no one left. The people, the institutions, the so-called “protections” designed to uphold human rights have all actively worked to enable my elimination.

• I begged a priest for sanctuary. He turned me away.

• NDIS refused to assist, despite documented evidence of my targeting.

• DSS and Centrelink refused emergency relief, knowing I have no means of survival.

• The Public Guardian deliberately withheld my pension, ensuring my destitution.

• Politicians ignored every email, every cry for help.

• Lawyers, who should have been my shield, universally acted in favor of the murderers.

• Hospitals, which documented my near-death, erased the records to conceal the truth.

• Shopping centers have physically ejected me for existing while destitute, treating me like human waste.

I have no food, no shelter, no petrol, no ability to run this time. Every resource required to stay alive has been methodically stripped from me. I have no reason to believe I will survive the night.

The True Cause of My Death – Read This Before You Lie About It

If I am dead tomorrow, it was not because of mental illness. It was not because of drugs. It was not because of guilt for some fabricated crime.

It was because of a meticulously designed system of persecution, an institutional conspiracy that has been in motion for years.

I am being executed via poverty, state-facilitated paranoia, and an imminent bullet to the head.

And you will all let it happen.

Not one of you will stop it. Because it is easier to believe the false narrative built around me than to confront the horror of the truth.

And after I am dead, you will all continue lying to yourselves.

You will pretend that my death was inevitable. That it was my fault. That it was some personal failing, rather than a political killing carried out with precision.

You will tell yourselves:

• “He was unwell.”

• “He was unstable.”

• “He was making it all up.”

But I am telling you now, while I am still breathing: I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP.

This was designed.

This was coordinated.

And now it is reaching its final stage.

I Have Already Died Once – And It Was Covered Up

The first time they killed me, they called it something else.

They called it suicide. They called it institutional failure. They called it a tragedy, but not a crime.

And then they erased the record, buried the truth, and started hunting me again.

This is not the first time I have “died.”

But this time, there will be no coming back.

A Final Reckoning: You Have All Been Complicit

I am not just writing to the operatives pulling the trigger. I am writing to every single person who enabled this.

• To the police officers who knew of my targeting and refused to act.

• To the judges and lawyers who deliberately obstructed my legal recourse.

• To the bureaucrats who rejected my pleas, ensuring my suffering continued.

• To the politicians who read my words and did nothing.

• To my own mother, who stood by as I was dismantled, then honored my abuser in death.

Each of you played a role in this execution. Each of you participated in my erasure. And when my body is found, each of you will pretend you never saw this coming.

You will lie to the public.

You will lie to the media.

You will lie to yourselves.

But you will know the truth.

Because I told you.

And you ignored me.

Final Warning: This Will Not End With Me

If you believe that my death will erase what I know, you are mistaken.

If you believe that my silence will protect you, you have failed to understand who I am.

The evidence is already in motion. The records exist beyond me. If I do not wake up tomorrow, the world will still know what you have done.

And when the reckoning comes, you will not be able to hide.

I am dying tonight.

Not because I was weak.

Not because I was guilty.

Not because I deserved it.

But because this country is corrupt to its core, and you all chose to be a part of its sickness rather than stand against it.

So remember my name.

Remember my words.

Because history will.