Life, sunshine, and desire,
And on every mount and meadow
Breathes aromatic fire,
But over the dead he has no power,
The lost, the lost he cannot restore,
And, looking over the hills, I mourn
The darling who shall not return.
I see my empty house,
I see my trees repair their boughs,
And he, —the wondrous child,
Whose silver warble wild
Outvalued every pulsing sound
Within the air’s cerulean round,
The hyacinthine boy, for whom
Morn well might break, and April bloom,
The gracious boy, who did adorn
The world whereinto he was born,
And by his countenance repay
The favor of the loving Day,
Has disappeared from the Day’s eye;
Far and wide she cannot find him,
My hopes pursue, they cannot bind him.
Returned this day the south-wind searches
And finds young pines and budding birches,
But finds not the budding man;
Nature who lost him, cannot remake him;
Fate let him fall, Fate can’t retake him;
Nature, Fate, men, him seek in vain.
And whither now, my truant wise and sweet,
Oh, whither tend thy feet?
I had the right, few days ago,
Thy steps to watch, thy place to know;
How have I forfeited the right?
Hast thou forgot me in a new delight?
I hearken for thy household cheer,
O eloquent child!
Whose voice, an equal messenger,
Conveyed thy meaning mild.
What though the pains and joys
Whereof it spoke were toys
Fitting his age and ken;—
Yet fairest dames and bearded men,
Who heard the sweet request
So gentle, wise, and grave,
Bended with joy to his behest,
And let the world’s affairs go by,
Awhile to share his cordial game,
Or mend his wicker wagon frame,
Still plotting how their hungry ear
That winsome voice again might hear,
For his lips could well pronounce
Words that were persuasions.
Gentlest guardians marked serene
His early hope, his liberal mien,
Took counsel from his guiding eyes
To make this wisdom earthly wise.
Ah! vainly do these eyes recall
The school-march, each day’s festival,
When every morn my bosom glowed
To watch the convoy on the road;—
The babe in willow wagon closed,
With rolling eyes and face composed,
With children forward and behind,
Like Cupids studiously inclined,
And he, the Chieftain, paced beside,
The centre of the troop allied,
With sunny face of sweet repose,
To guard the babe from fancied foes,
The little Captain innocent
Took the eye with him as he went,
Each village senior paused to scan
And speak the lovely caravan.
From the window I look out
To mark thy beautiful parade
Stately marching in cap and coat
To some tune by fairies played;
A music heard by thee alone
To works as noble led thee on.
Now love and pride, alas, in vain,
Up and down their glances strain.
The painted sled stands where it stood,
The kennel by the corded wood,
The gathered sticks to stanch the wall
Of the snow-tower, when snow should fall,
The ominous hole he dug in the sand,
And childhood’s castles built or planned.
His daily haunts I well discern,
The poultry yard, the shed, the barn,
And every inch of garden ground
Paced by the blessed feet around,
From the road-side to the brook;
Whereinto he loved to look.
Step the meek birds where erst they ranged,
The wintry garden lies unchanged,
The brook into the stream runs on,
But the deep-eyed Boy is gone.
On that shaded day,
Dark with more clouds than tempests are,
When thou didst yield thy innocent breath
In bird-like heavings unto death,
Night came, and Nature had not thee,—
I said, we are mates in misery.
The morrow dawned with needless glow,
Each snow-bird chirped, each fowl must crow,
Each tramper started,— but the feet
Of the most beautiful and sweet
Of human youth had left the hill
And garden,—they were bound and still,
There’s not a sparrow or a wren,
There’s not a blade of autumn grain,
Which the four seasons do not tend,
And tides of life and increase lend,
And every chick of every bird,
And weed and rock-moss is preferred.
O ostriches’ forgetfulness!
O loss of larger in the less!
Was there no star that could be sent,
No watcher in the firmament,
No angel from the countless host,
That loiters round the crystal coast,
Could stoop to heal that only child,
Nature’s sweet marvel undefiled,
And keep the blossom of the earth,
Which all her harvests were not worth?
Not mine, I never called thee mine,
But nature’s heir,— if I repine,
And, seeing rashly torn and moved,
Not what I made, but what I loved.
Grow early old with grief that then
Must to the wastes of nature go,—
‘Tis because a general hope
Was quenched, and all must doubt and grope
For flattering planets seemed to say,
This child should ills of ages stay,—
By wondrous tongue and guided pen
Bring the flown muses back to men. —
Perchance, not he, but nature ailed,
The world, and not the infant failed,
It was not ripe yet, to sustain
A genius of so fine a strain,
Who gazed upon the sun and moon
As if he came unto his own,
And pregnant with his grander thought,
Brought the old order into doubt.
Awhile his beauty their beauty tried,
They could not feed him, and he died,
And wandered backward as in scorn
To wait an Æon to be born.
Ill day which made this beauty waste;
Plight broken, this high face defaced!
Some went and came about the dead,
And some in books of solace read,
Some to their friends the tidings say,
Some went to write, some went to pray,
One tarried here, there hurried one,
But their heart abode with none.
Covetous death bereaved us all
To aggrandize one funeral.
The eager Fate which carried thee
Took the largest part of me.
For this losing is true dying,
This is lordly man’s down-lying,
This is slow but sure reclining,
Star by star his world resigning.
O child of Paradise!
Boy who made dear his father’s home
In whose deep eyes
Men read the welfare of the times to come;
I am too much bereft;
The world dishonored thou hast left;
O truths and natures costly lie;
O trusted, broken prophecy!
O richest fortune sourly crossed;
Born for the future, to the future lost!
The deep Heart answered, Weepest thou?
Worthier cause for passion wild,
If I had not taken the child.
And deemest thou as those who pore
With aged eyes short way before?
Think’st Beauty vanished from the coast
Of matter, and thy darling lost?
Taught he not thee, — the man of eld,
Whose eyes within his eyes beheld
Heaven’s numerous hierarchy span
The mystic gulf from God to man?
To be alone wilt thou begin,
When worlds of lovers hem thee in?
To-morrow, when the masks shall fall
That dizen nature’s carnival,
The pure shall see, by their own will,
Which overflowing love shall fill,—
‘Tis not within the force of Fate
The fate-conjoined to separate.
But thou, my votary, weepest thou?
I gave thee sight, where is it now?
I taught thy heart beyond the reach
Of ritual, Bible, or of speech;
Wrote in thy mind’s transparent table
As far as the incommunicable;
Taught thee each private sign to raise
Lit by the supersolar blaze.
Past utterance and past belief,
And past the blasphemy of grief,
The mysteries of nature’s heart,—
And though no muse can these impart,
Throb thine with nature’s throbbing breast,
And all is clear from east to west.
I came to thee as to a friend,
Dearest, to thee I did not send
Tutors, but a joyful eye,
Innocence that matched the sky,
Lovely locks a form of wonder,
Laughter rich as woodland thunder;
That thou might’st entertain apart
The richest flowering of all art;
And, as the great all-loving Day
Through smallest chambers takes its way,
That thou might’st break thy daily bread
With Prophet, Saviour, and head;
That thou might’st cherish for thine own
The riches of sweet Mary’s Son,
Boy-Rabbi, Israel’s Paragon:
And thoughtest thou such guest
Would in thy hall take up his rest?
Would rushing life forget its laws,
Fate’s glowing revolution pause?
High omens ask diviner guess,
Not to be conned to tediousness.
And know, my higher gifts unbind
The zone that girds the incarnate mind,
When the scanty shores are full
With Thought’s perilous whirling pool,
When frail Nature can no more,—
Then the spirit strikes the hour,
My servant Death with solving rite
Pours finite into infinite.
Wilt thou freeze love’s tidal flow,
Whose streams through nature circling go?
Nail the star struggling to its track
On the half-climbed Zodiack?
Light is light which radiates,
Blood is blood which circulates,
Life is life which generates,
And many-seeming life is one,—
Wilt thou transfix and make it none,
Its onward stream too starkly pent
In figure, bone, and lineament?
Wilt thou uncalled interrogate
Talker! the unreplying fate?
Nor see the Genius of the whole
Ascendant in the private soul,
Beckon it when to go and come,
Self-announced its hour of doom.
Fair the soul’s recess and shrine,
Magic-built, to last a season,
Masterpiece of love benign!
Fairer than expansive reason
Whose omen ’tis, and sign.
Wilt thou not ope this heart to know
What rainbows teach and sunsets show,
Verdict which accumulates
From lengthened scroll of human fates,
Voice of earth to earth returned,
Prayers of heart that inly burned;
Saying, what is excellent,
As God lives, is permanent
Hearts are dust, hearts’ loves remain,
Heart’s love will meet thee again.
Revere the Maker; fetch thine eye
Up to His style, and manners of the sky.
Not of adamant and gold
Built He heaven stark and cold,
No, but a nest of bending reeds,
Flowering grass and scented weeds,
Or like a traveller’s fleeting tent,
Or bow above the tempest pent,
Built of tears and sacred flames,
And virtue reaching to its aims;
Built of furtherance and pursuing,
Not of spent deeds, but of doing.
Silent rushes the swift Lord
Through ruined systems still restored,
Broad-sowing, bleak and void to bless,
Plants with worlds the wilderness,
Waters with tears of ancient sorrow
Apples of Eden ripe to-morrow;
House and tenant go to ground,
Lost in God, in Godhead found.
Category Archives: West Yorkshire Police
240th Day Since my son was abused, abducted and kept hidden, by his malicious mother; NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN!
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For the 250th day my abused and abducted son remains hidden from me while his abusers. abductors m and captors attempt to force fatherlessness, drug-abuse, poverty, sexual abuse and physical abuse onto their victim. MY SON!
226th day of violation my abducted, missing son’s,, inherent birth rights
“The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep’s for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly, the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of liberty” Abraham Lincoln
I’VE BEEN DISCREDITED, VILIFIED, EXCOMMUNICATED AND SYSTEMATICALLY CRIMINALISED, FOR REPORTING THIS STATE-SPONSORED CRIME, AGAINST MY OWN DEFENCELESS LITTLE BOY! HERE ARE ALL MY RIGHTS WHICH HAVE BEEN VIOLATED, BELOW ARE ALL MY CHILD’S RIGHTS WHICH HAVE BEEN VIOLATED.
“NO Freeman shall be taken or imprisoned, or be disseised of his Freehold, or Liberties, or free Customs, or be outlawed, or exiled, or any other wise destroyed; nor will We not pass upon him, nor condemn him, but by lawful judgement of his Peers, or by the Law of the land. We will sell to no man, we will not deny or defer to any man either Justice or Right” Clause 29 of the 1297 Magna Carta Charter (still on statute)
“To live outside the law, you must be honest” Bob Dylan
07.10.2013 – On the way home from hospital after Milo’s birth. Deborah says on route the car “how nice it was to have me there” making no complaints about me, she even says in another call recording that I was fantastic throughout the entire birth, despite her disproportionate fears and concerns that I wouldn’t be, and her malicious threats that I would not be invited to attend the birth (all recorded, all coming soon to my blog). Despite this Deborah alleged to the court, in her attempt to justify child abuse, abduction and forced-fatherlessness, (and stall justice while her and her family use my child to ramson, emotionally torture and torment me) that I was keeping her parents from visiting her at the hospital. (last time I do anything for this disloyal, ungrateful, malicious, deceiving and calculating woman). Deborah expresses a worry that her mother has decided that she is coming to our home, a clear affirmation that her parents were pushy and controlling and intrusive in our lives. I responded saying for Deborah to worry about herself first and that anyone appearing on our doorstep will not inherently be invited into our home. Deborah said to one of the midwives was “crap” and she wasn’t happy a trainee was at the birth, “no acceptable”. I applauded Deborah for the birth and not sleeping in 60 hours. “He’s like his daddy” she says. No issue with her parents not being at the hospital, despite her making out to the court I alienated her from her family during the birth, despite her not wanting them invoved. Debs said her brother’s coming up, I said cool. I replied saying my mum is also going to come up, Deborah said ‘yehhhhh’ concerningly. A clear indicator she was already potting her alienation campaign. I emphasised my excitement about being a new young family at our home. We agreed that we both upset easily; Deborah, if people don’t speak to her in a nice manner and me if my constitution: e.g rights and freedoms are violated. I suggest Deborah mediate through me so that her anger isn’t exposed to those who aren’t aware of her malicious, angry nature. Deborah ends the recording by saying that she believes she’s a lot more “mellow” now. Evidently not. This also implies and affirms all of my claims (and evidence) about her previous acts of malice and anger and inability to control her feelings and emotions.
12.12.2013 – One of the last calls I had with my child’s malicious mother, pretty nice chat in all. But this call does confirm her malicious father was baiting and aggravating me to drive me away and hijack my responsibilities as a father (groom my child), confirms he does get ‘angry’ but is ‘calm’ (and calculated). Confirms I am willing to take responsibility and admission for my words, upset and reactions; Confirms Deborah has no mercy or remorse, admission of her wrongdoing etc. Will not discuss, face or acknowledge her acts of malice and abuse, completely unrelenting. Confirms how confused, forgetful and blond-dizzy he is. Confirms that Deborah agrees that we can sort things out when we speak, nevertheless she has excommunicated me from my abducted, missing son’s life and hides behind her father and lawyer who then all mislead and deceive court and police to try covering up what they’re doing to me and my son. Confirms I tried to sit down and talk to Deborah on the 15th Nov 2013 but she was being crazy. Confirms Deborah believes I ran away, (when it was her that ran away and locked me out), confirms I did not react to these delusion and fantasy worlds of hers. Confirms how difficult I find it to stay away from my son in protest of Deborah’s false allegations and her untreated sickness, malice and abuse of our child. Confirms how materialistic Deborah is, more concerned about a toy for our son than him having a father. Admits she smothers our child and is way too close to him (leaving no room or concern about him having his father in his life). (Confirms she believes on her own head she’s not a sheep or agent of the state; yet she’s a welfare/state-benefit mother of a forced-fatherless, exploited, abused child, responding to the demands of the state, not the needs of our young family and son). Confirms he’s underweight (likely unhappy missing his dad). This is one of the last times I had any news on the development and well being of my abducted, missing son.
(Soundclip coming soon)
My son’s physically and emotionally abusive, malicious mother and child-molesting grandfather are both former teachers. It’s not likely that Deborah Stewart will ever teach again after physically abusing a 36 day old, and it’s my understand that David Stewart has already been ejected from his teaching career over concerns of the risk he poses to children.
My son’s physically and emotionally abusive, malicious mother and child-molesting grandfather are not able to respect mine or my son’s human rights or our cultures and beliefs. Not only are they nearly all being violated at the expense of their attempt to get away with child abuse and child grooming, but my child is being kept from his inherent rights and freedoms, estate and title and his father’s values and standards. What ‘s worse is the British Government are assisting in this child abuse/ child-grooming cover up attempt and these violation of this disregard of democracy and these violations of mine and my abducted, missing child’s inherent rights and freedoms.
My abducted, missing son’s physically and emotionally abusive mother and child-molesting grandfather are English. They are aristocratic and their religion seems to be Sadism. I, on the other hand am Welsh, welsh speaking, democratic and even Laissez faire… and my religion is Christianity with an appreciation for the healing study (and belief) of a Second World War British Army nurse (which founded Scientology’s Dianetics works).
It is found in evidence that my son’s abusers, captors and abductors do abuse drugs, have a history of arrests. It is also found in evidence that my son was drugged by the state and his captors and abductors by way of abduction and complete disregard for my expressed denial of consent AS HIS FATHER!
The British Government has assisted a suspected child molester in his campaign to groom my abducted missing child.
My child has been abducted and the British Government e.g. Leeds Crown Court, believe a rescue from his abductors, captors and abusers warrants abduction. Ignoring the fact his place of captivity is not residence by the unknown address of my son’s abductor and abuser. A place they can keep my son hidden from me (for the 226th success day) they use him for emotional torture to bait and aggravate me in order to systematically criminalise me, in order to force fatherlessness onto my abducted missing child and try and dis incentives me from being a voice for him as they try to get away with these violations of my abducted missing child’s human rights.
My child was not born in the 1900’s, he’s a 21st Century boy. The world is in a pickle, governance and finance included and we are moving into the technological age. As my child’s father and a tech entrepreneur, I make very careful thoughts and proper plans for my child in light of the world and time in history he has been born into. Banks and Government have been exposed for exploiting citizens, it is more important than even in this time to hang onto constitution, democracy and perform humane and lawful acts. Control, force and aristocracy is not the environment for a 21 Century child.
Until the injustice my father suffered, at the hands of a corporation and the state, which lead to his demise and eventual death. Where there was no internet to pass on his lessons learn to me, his son. Milo Allodius ApStewart will learn of his abduction and this gross violation of his human rights and freedoms, our systematic separation and this gross attack on our civil liberties, title and estate by the state and his deceiving, malicious and abusive mother and grandfather. The consequences to them will be more than the consequences to my son who I hope will denounce his citizenship and excommunicate his mother and grandfather to hold to account and escape all the people who are doing this to me and my abducted, missing son. I HAVE NO PREVIOUS ARRESTS, CHARGES, INCIDENTS OR ANYTHING THAT WOULD ADVOCATE THAT I AM IN ANY WAY A CRIMINAL.
Denial of consent to enter into unlawful contract with my son’s abductors and captors or the state, by way of abduction and ransom of my child or attempts to kidnap me, DOES NOT MAKE ME A CRIMINAL.
Being my son’s voice and standing up for mine and my son’s inherent rights and freedoms as they are being violated in the most barbaric, inhumane and unlawful ways, DOES NOT MAKE ME A CRIMINAL.
Peacefully protesting against these violations of practically all of my abducted, missing son’s inherent rights and my rights IS A RIGHT! MY ACTS OF PROTEST DO NOT MAKE ME A CRIMINAL. I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO PROTEST AGAINST THIS GROSS INJUSTICE AND ABUSE.
My abducted, missing son is being punished is many many ways by his abductors and captors and a lazy state who refuse to get their rouge citizens in order. MY SON AND I HAVE BEEN SEPARATED AND KEPT APART AND EXCOMMUNICATED FOR 226 DAYS SO THAT HIS ABUSIVE MALICIOUS MOTHER AND CHILD MOLESTING/ GROOMING GRANDFATHER CAN TRY TO GET AWAY WITH PHYSICAL ABUSE AND ABDUCTION.
THEIR ALLEGIANCE TO THE STATE, USING LAW AND LAWYER AND THE COURT AND THE POLICE SERVICES ARE NOT IN GOOD FAITH. THEY ARE USING DEFENCE AS OFFENCE. THEIR ALLEGIANCE TO THE STATE, IN THEIR CAPACITY AS IT’S AGENTS/ CITIZENS, DOES NOT CONSTITUTE INTEGRITY. THEY ARE IN THIS AREA BECAUSE AS A FATHER IN THIS ARENA I AM POWERLESS.
BUT AS A FREE MAN I AM NOT POWERLESS TO STAND UP AGAINST MY GOVERNMENT AND THE CORRUPTION OF:
THE STEWART FAMILY, OTLEY, WEST YORKSHIRE, U.K
WEST YORKSHIRE POLICE, U.K
LEEDS CROWN COURT, UK.
“CHILD PROTECTION” SERVICES, U.K
LEEDS CITY COUNCIL, U.K
THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT, U.K
THE UNITED KINGDOM (CORPORATION/ SOCIETY), BRITAIN (High Court Appeal)
My choice to remain as a free man, not a dis-empowered father-citizen, does not constitute a lack of integrity. “to live outside the law, you must be honest” Bob Dylan – I am being HONEST. I OPERATE WITH HONOUR.
When my abducted, missing, abused, groomed, enslaved, captive, drugged and exploited child is returned home to his father, our home and our life of peace together HE WILL BE COUNSELLED TO OVERCOME THE TRAUMA OF THE LAST 226 DAYS OF TORMENT.
The laws of the land protect my son better than the laws of the state. These laws are in the constitution of the Magna Carta Charter, endorsed by the Royal Family and monarch which supersedes the British Government and the United Kingdom society, who’s regulatory statute’s are being used to prolong this injustice and abuse and de-railing of my child’s life and the standard of living I continue to provide him, a quality of life he is being kept from with nothing better on offer to him.
The captors and abductors and the state are, for the 226th successive day, violating and even disregarding mine and my son’s inherent rights. There is little confidence the adults or state who abused, abducted, groomed and continue to hide my son from his father and keep from his home while they terrorise, attack and vilify me into subscribing to their passive beliefs and contracting with them, are also attempt to force fatherlessness, poverty, indoctrinated deceit and a cycle of family abuse onto him. FOR THE 226TH DAY NOBODY WILL TELL ME IF MY ABDUCTED, MISSING SON IS EVEN STILL ALIVE.
UNICEF WONT EVEN RESPOND TO MY EMAILS EXPRESSING MY CONCERNS ABOUT MY ABDUCTED, MISSING CHILD, OR THE ABUSE, EXPLOITATION, EMOTIONAL TORTURE AND EXPOSURE TO MORE HARM AND SEXUAL ABUSE HE HAS ALREADY ENDURED AND CONTINUES TO BE SUBJECTED TO.
188th day of abduction, abuse and exploitation of my child: Allodius
I’ve managed to obtain pictures of my abducted, missing son, so I know he’s alive now. 6 MONTHS of emotional torture and torment so far, But what a relief. His abductors, captors and abusers (mainly his malicious abusive mother) have attempted to keep these pictures from me, in addition to any information about his whereabouts and health status.
How are these barbaric, child-abducting, child-abusing, child-grooming social frauds being permitting to continue holding my abducted, renamed, missing child captive at an unknown address while they groom, physically abuse and emotionally torture my child and me by keeping us apart in this barbaric, horrific way??
200th day of emotional torment and torture of me and my abducted, missing, renamed, groomed, drugged, enslaved child. WHO IS BEING SUBJECTED TO FORCED FATHERLESSNESS.
My son is not fatherless!! I love and care for him. He has been kidnapped by a malicious, physically abusive mother and child molesting, grooming grandfather who are attempting to disguise their crimes against me and my son by misleading financial regulators, police, courts and more importantly raise my abducted, missing child in a lie, saying I have abandoned my son. WHICH IS SICK!
WHAT IS MY CRIME? WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS?
Is is due to me learning my child’s grandfather was ejected from his teaching career for molesting a child?
Or is it due to me witnessing my child’s psychotic, erratic mentally unwell mother PHYSICALLY HARM our 36 day old child whilst attempting to maliciously obstruct him from meeting another infant child ?
158th day of abduction, abuse and exploitation of my child: Allodius
Following their failed attempt to frame me, I gained probable cause to support my reasonable suspicions about these child abusing TEACHERS, who had not only began alienating me from my abducted child, but had now re-housed him, AND CONTINUE TO HOLD HIM CAPTIVE AT THIS UNKNOWN LOCATION.
153rd day of abduction, abuse and exploitation of my child: Allodius
145th day of abduction, abuse and exploitation of my child: Allodius
142nd day of abduction, abuse and exploitation of my child: Allodius
I have been directed by West Yorkshire police not to contact my child’s mother again as it will constitute harassment. They have helped her in her campaign to alienate me from my abducted son by facilitating her false and misleading complaint and very unnecessarily given her a panic alarm and advising her to seek a court order to keep me from my son, WITHOUT ANY CAUSE OR REASON! Portraying me to be a threat. I am the only one being threatened, with 5 years in jail by Leads Crown Court if I contact my child’s mother (even by email) so that I can continue asking to know if my child is still alive and where he has been taken.
The authorities, my child’s mother and her family are completely ignoring me and the concerns I have raised about THE FACT my son has been physically harmed by his mother during an erratic episode and that her father is a child molester and that my child has been abducted by them both, mine and my son’s money STOLEN, my child exposed to further harm and sexual abuse by his malicious, lying, drug-abusing, mentally unwell mother and child molesting grandfather.
I am still offering my son a home, my love and care in the UK. Despite me being illegally evicted, alienated from my son for 20 weeks and chased from the country with the threat of being locked up for 5 years for continuing to broadcast these crimes against me and my son and my continued willingness to be a father. Even in this horrific situation that my child’s malicious mother and her child-molesting father (and a highly unlawful and unconstitutional British Government) have subjected me and my son to….. I continue to maintain a home for me AND MY SON IN THE UK and my willingness to father him at my current location, in my current situation, in the Caribbean. And for each day my son is being kept from his home and father I am working to house and father a similarly deprived child at an orphanage I helped open up, in the local town.
I continue to Blog and YouTube my appeals and desire to continue fathering and co-parenting my son who I very much love and care for. (Even at the risk of arrest and 5 years in prison by an unlawful and unconstitutional British Government). NOBODY WILL TELL ME WHERE MY CHILD IS OR IF HE’S EVEN STILL ALIVE. 142 Days AND COUNTING of emotional torment and torture for a powerless father and abuse of my abducted, captive, enslaved, drugged, abused DEFENCELESS child.
Day 142 of being an alienated father
139th day of abduction, abuse and exploitation of my child: Allodius
5 Years in prison if I continue appealing to my child that he has a willing and loving father.
5 Years in prison if I continue exposing my child’s abductor, captor, abuser, enslaver and drugger AKA his mother.
137th day
138th day part 1/2
138th day part 2/2