#Bandido&039;s Killing Murder

[sscottstewart]

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11th September 2016 0759 hours

My voices have just spent much of the night claiming I had done something wrong to some bikies again. They claim to be the Gypsy Jokers and the Bandidos. Apprently they have just murdered Pam Kingham earlier in the night just after I went to check on her safety. The mix up seems to be the street that I was travelling along when I threw the bins, which was Parkside ave, Mt pleasant. These bikie voices say they have taken a death warrant out on me because they mistakenly believed that I was at some other location. My main concern at the moment is their claim that they have murdered Pam Kingham, becasue there were three suspicious cars following me when I went to make sure she was OK. Fortunately I have the address where one of the cars parked in the driveway, then shut the gate, and the registration plate of one one the other vehicles. I will be calling into Hornsby Police station later today to let them know what I observed.

Following, is the original information they said about other matters they repeatedly told me about. It is important to appreciate, that what is written is what they said to me, and not a narrative of my own composition.

Though I’m not sure of the date, when I was 17 or 18 (1981 / 1982), I was involved with some notorious and violent people. It was the age of “punk rock” and I was a musician in a Mod band. I knew and was friends with Skinheads, Punks and Mods, and we were all part of an ‘anarchistic’ sub-culture.

One night when I was walking home drunk, for an unknown inexplicable reason (though I can explain it now, later in this post), I had a moments insanity and I committed a serious crime. As I was walking I passed a rubbish bin that was on the side of the footpath, just a normal city rubbish bin. I pulled the steel lining of the bin out and threw it onto the read that the footpath was next to. I did not stand and spectate, just threw thew bin onto the road and kept walking. As I walked down the street, I came across another bin, and I did the same thing. This was approximately 120 – 150m down the street. Once again I did not spectate, but kept walking. Another 120 – 150m down the street, I came across another bin, and I did the same thing. Then I ran away, because I didn’t want to get caught.

Anyhow, the longshot of it is that my voices said I ��murdered’ (voluntary manslughter / involuntary manslughter)  4 Gypsy Jokers, and one of them, was the president.

Soon as they said this, I got online and contacted the Gypsy Jokers. As usual, what was said I do not disclose without express authority to do so. Ask them, if you are interested.

I was absolutely disgusted with myself. I could not understand or explain why I had done what I did, but I knew it was an atrocious act.I could not justify it in any way, and I hated myself for having done it.The only thing I could think of was to attribute it to alcohol. So I decided to give up drinking. That took some time to achieve.

In 2014 my voices started saying that I had killed a motorist that night when I threw the bins. I had for all intensive purposes forgotten all about that night and the incident. But my voices gave me hell and I felt very ashamed and terrible. They said I had killed someone called Peter Brasier. I was over-whelmed with grief, sadness, and fear. My voices continued to say that  had killed someone, and I could not deal with my feelings, or their accusations. I was consumed with the most appalling feelings, because I knew how terrible and plausible their accusations were.

So I got online, went to the Crimestoppers website, and wrote an email to the Police, saying that I wanted to confess a crime that I had committed when I was young. I explained that I would pay for the investigation to be done, that is, I would pay the Police for the time and resources necessary to prosecute and convict me for the crime I had committed. I did not convey the details of the crime in my Crimestoppers email, mostly because I could not recall any of the details, and also because I was so ashamed.

A week or so later, the Police telephoned me and said that they had received my email. Just as the Policeman said that, my voices started laughing and chanting “we tricked ya, we tricked ya, we tricked ya, we tricked ya” over and over again. So I said to the Policeman, “look, I’m sorry, but I am schizophrenic and I was psychotic when I wrote that email, would you please disregard it”. The Policeman said, something to the effect of, “sure, that will be fine”. And then it occurred to me, that if my voices were real people, then they might have killed someone, and were setting me up to take them blame.

For approximately the next year, my voices repeatedly accused me of murdering someone. Then approximately 5 or 6 months later (and I can verify this to some extent using my transcripts), the voices said I had killed two people.Because the accusations changed, I began to try to disregard them.

Then on 12th March 2015, the voices started saying that they were the Bandido’s (an outlaw motorcycle club).They said they were in a unit next door, on the other side of the fence denoting the perimeter of my property, Furthermore, someone (and I will have to check my transcripts again), said that Ron had told them he was from the FBI, and Julia claimed something similar, and that the two of them were investigating and following me, because I was a known paedophile. They had told the Bandido’s that I was a genius software developer (and paedophile), and that is why they were conducting such an unusual  investigation – they claimed I was extremely hard to catch and pin down.

(A note of respect, thanks, and appreciation:the most effective treatment (cure) for Afghanistan and Iraq veterans of their PTSD, is the Rebels Motorcycle Club Australia. I looked up the membership of the Bandidos motorcycle club in Australia, is stated as “Bandidos with 400 members and more than 400 associates” (Ellen Whinnett, national political editor, Herald Sun, May 20, 2016 5:00pm). I did in fact at first somewhere find their own statement of membership that was slightly larger, but I couldn’t find it when I looked for it again, so my apologies.

I should point out, that the first few times my voices started saying that (4 of) the Bandidos were outside, was when I was masturbating. So I immediately and emphatically tried to clue in my voices that they should not ever say things like that, under the prevailing circumstances about 1%’s. They can be very serious people, and in my view they live by their reputation. Such remarks are foolhardy and definately out of place, and if the people concerned were ever to hear that they were being (mis) represented as (repeatedly) watching me masturbate somehow, those remarks would get them in trouble that they do not have the capacity or capabilitiies to effectively manage the consequences (the voices, naming themselves as they do with humans names of people I have known).

I have made it a life policy to never let anyone’s reputation suffer from gossip or disparagement in my presence – I always affirm that heresay is inadmissiable, and that the defamatory remarks are especially reckless, and assuredly wrong or at least inaccurate, and unacceptable when the individual(s) concerned are not present and able to defend their reputation themselves. Despite my efforts, and warnings, my voices continued to impugn the reputation of Bandidos with claims they were outside while I wanked (“watching” they said). I know from their satisfied and gloating remarks whenever I got too scared to continue, that they were doing this to scare me. I think they missed my repeated point. And I used to ride.

Over the next year, this plot continued. I was repeatedly scared out of my whits, because the bikies thought I was a paedophile. As the months progressed, the story got worse. Julia said she had “borrowed” my spare house key from where I had them hidden outside. Every time I went to the shops, the voices said that they had entered my house and were planting child pornography on my computer.

The voices have just told me to stop, so I will finish this later…..

This is typical of how the schizophrenic voices behave. They often repeat themselves over and over. The date of this is shown, 3rd November, 2015.

My schizophrenia voices said “you are going to jail” 1083 times in 29 minutes. From 2000 to 2002, the voices often said things like “you are the most hated person in the universe” 8000 to 12000 times per day.

Here is the exact content of an email I sent to the WA Police through the Crimestoppers website. It is not the first two emails I sent, but I lost one, and only had the receipt ID issued by the website for the first one I sent, and I can not find that either. Here is the third and last email I sent them:

“Dear Sir, My name is Scott Stewart, and I am a Schizophrenic, suffering Auditory Verbal Hallucinations (hearing voices) for the past 24.5 years. Over the past week or so, I have been greatly alarmed and stressed by my hallucinations. I have been hearing (hallucinating) that 1) A Ms Julia Davis & a Mr Stefan Sojka have been independantly been submitting reports through this website, that I have ‘been boasting’ about being a criminal 2) That on the strength of these submissions, a cold case is being investigated again 3) that a Senior Detective Cream and a Senior Detective Wilson are the two officers doing the investigation. Since all this information is the result of auditory hallucinations, I do not wish to use your valuable time respondiong to mental health issues. However, if any of the above have a basis in fact, would you please email me at info@scottstewart.com.au or call me on 0431 906 821. Many thanks.”

I got the names of these abovementioned police from my hallucinations.

Who are insisting that I stop now. I will finish this later. It gets better.Turns out as I will detail, that I killed 4 Gypsy Jokers – including their president………

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