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ONE FINAL GRAB TO SAVE YOUR LIFE

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THE TAO (Way) TO A LONG JOYOUS LIFE

"You should send someone a ROSE
today ... with love from a friend"
- Valerie J. Elly

Now here is my final trump card just in case we haven’t turned you around yet and you are still determined to take your own life today. It is a most embarrassing and humiliating tale for me.

To share this most uncool experience with the entire world is not an easy path for me to take, but if it means saving your precious life today, then hey, it’s worth the global embarrassment for me, because you dude, do count.

So here is the tale, read it and weep, or laugh, or what ever you want to do, as long as you decide to say NO to suicide and decide to live today;

My natural mother from Papua New Guinea, married a white Australian dude and ran away to Australia to start a new life for herself in Australia. She has a different surname, my stepfather’s, so I will protect her identity.

She abandoned me with my beautiful grandmother Imelda Elly and my wonderful Uncle Tony Elly to look after me. Lord knows how she expected them to do that. I was just a little toddler at the time. I never knew my natural father, who I am told was an Austrian or Italian named Alexie Begamusco (no it’s not a spelling mistake, it is Austrian and not Australian). I retained Imelda’s family name - Elly.

We had a very humble life in those good old days in PNG, but my grandmother always made sure that I was clean and well fed. She would make my clothes because we couldn’t afford to buy them. She was a very strict and loving lady.

She had a beautiful garden filled with beautiful vegetables and decorative native plants which she worked hard each day to maintain. She even grew peanuts. I never went hungry. But she was a very tough dudette. She would find plenty of marbles which other kids would lose in her garden, or she would buy them.

But she would get me to pull out one hundred gray hairs from her head before she would give them to me. Each week she would load my arms with her beautiful vegetables and kick me out the door to go and sell her fresh vegetables to our neighbors so that I could earn the one shilling (10 cents) to pay for my weekly school fees.

Talk about cold call reluctance. I used to be so embarrassed. But she didn’t care. She used to say, if you want an education, you have to get off your butt and work and pay for it yourself. I was only five years old at the time.

But I didn’t mind because I knew she loved me and I saw just how hard she worked in her garden and doing other jobs, just to feed and clothe me, and she never once complained. You didn’t have to be a nuclear scientist to feel the hardship around you.

She always had dignity, and worked very hard to maintain it. It is only now that I am beginning to realize just how much this very special woman loved and cherished me. And she never once asked me for anything in return for her love, even up to the day she died in 1993.

She will always be my real mother.

Many years later, 1968, when I was eight years old, when my great grandmother died, my mother decided to fly up to PNG for the funeral. This was the first time I met her since leaving me many years earlier. While visiting, she planned to steal me away from my grandmother and bring me to Australia.

I remember the moment I found out her plans. She took me shopping and ran into an old friend, and during their conversation in the shopping aisle, she told her friend of her plan to trick my grandmother and bring me to Australia.

She told her friend that she didn’t know how she was going to tell my grandmother she was taking me away from her. Well you can just imagine how my heart broke when I heard this ploy. I ran home as fast as I could and told Imelda.

I can vividly remember the gut wrenching pain we both felt as Imelda and I sat there in each others arms crying our eyes out for hours. It was the most horrible thing imaginable. I still have a cry today when I think of that moment.

I found out many years later that my mother only brought me back to Australia because my stepfather had forced her to.

Imelda died on the 16th. of February 1993, the day after my birthday. The family rang from PNG to see if I could make it up to comfort her on her death bed.

Because of some poor business decisions, I was broke and I said that I couldn’t make it, so she quietly passed away. I’m sure she died of a broken heart, even after all those many years since I was cruelly taken away from her. I know I never recovered from it.

I remember the pain as the tears streamed uncontrollably down my face and over my computer keyboard as I typed out her eulogy - Imelda Elly, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. I love you because ... Click here to see her eulogy.

There’s a special dedication to Imelda Elly somewhere in WEPInet. It was she who gave me the inspiration and courage to give WEPInet to the children of the world. She showed me that unconditional love can and will conquer all.

My Uncle Tony was a super cool dude. He was not supposed to be the brightest student at school, but he worked hard and somehow won a scholarship to study in Australia, at Goulburn College near Canberra.

But he had to cut his education short and return home to take care of Imelda and myself. He was the sole bread winner because many years earlier Imelda’s husband left her to raise four kids on her own, and he ran off to marry another woman. Who knows why he did this.

Tony had to take on his role when he was old enough to do so. Because there was no help from the government, it was the responsibility of the adult children to look after their aging parents.

Anyway, when my mother brought me to Australia, back in the late 1960’s, from Papua New Guinea, I was a very small, naive, young, very frightened dark dude. I didn’t know what the word racism meant because back home I was just another dark dude.

But I did feel the pain of knowing that some white dudes back home in PNG believed that they where superior to we dark dudes. I remember how painful my first few months in Australia were. Some days I would cry for hours.

When my Uncle Tony would ring me up from PNG to see how I was settling in, I would stand at the phone and just cry my eyes out begging him to come and take me home. It was during those times that I realized that my mother didn’t love me.

Never once did she comfort me, put her arms around me, or tell me that she loved me. Discovering that your mother doesn’t love you must be one of the most painful experiences that a small child could ever endure. It also wasn’t fair to her new family.

I was suddenly thrown into a new environment where I was the eldest child of four. And I had to go from being one of the youngest in the family back in PNG, to suddenly become the eldest overnight.

Here I was, the eldest child, crying all the time in front of my new, younger siblings. It wasn’t the coolest way to establish my position at the top of the pecking order. During my time with my mothers family, I never felt part of her family. I always felt like an outsider.

I was a cheap domestic house keeper to wash the dishes each night, clean the house, mow the lawn each weekend, and repair the damaged cupboard doors and walls that my stepfather would kick in when he came home drunk. My stepfather seemed a very insecure man.

Some nights when he came home late drunk, he would get me out of bed in the early hours of the morning and drag me into the backyard and try to force me to challenge him, by slapping me in the face and pulling my hair and taunting me. He was a very strong man from his many years as a coal miner, and I was a very skinny dude.

But for some reason I must have been a threat to his manhood. I remember on one occasion as he kept slapping me in the face, I weakened, and picked up a brick to smash him in the face to stop him. But I wisely dropped the brick because I knew that if I took the next fatal step, I had to go all the way and kill him, because if I failed, he would surely kill me in his alcoholic stupor.

So I wisely chose to drop the brick and endured the further abuse. I was a coward, I knew I didn’t have the courage to take his life in case I didn’t succeed. I knew just how violent he could be. I saw how he beat my mother in the past, and I knew I was no match for him.

But for some reason I felt that I must have been causing him some pain for him to treat me in such a cruel way. One of his favorite phrases was, if you’re going to hit me, you’d better make it a good bastard, because you won’t get a second chance. Despite all this I loved him a great deal and still do. And miss him greatly.

I believe that my stepfather is a very loving and kind man. No one is perfect. I remember one day when we were having a beer at the local pub when he said to me - if I ever get too carried away with abusing your mother physically, I want you to promise that you will step in and stop me from going too far.

I agreed to his request, but deep down I knew that I could never have the physical strength to stop him. I remember one day when I was playing representative rugby league at a carnival in Sydney, A few parents made a few negative comments about my value as a player, not knowing that he was my stepfather because he was a white dude.

That's my son you're talking about he said to the shocked group. He told me later as he laughed. But I remember how I saved up to buy my mother a jewelry box in a foolish effort to bribe her to love me. My stepfather came home drunk one night and just shit in it to destroy it. I said nothing.

But I got him back by placing a rubber snake in his bed. He came home late one night got into bed and saw the snake and jumped out of bed in a panic and smashed his knee on the dresser. He couldn't walk for a week. He thought it was a prank my cousin had committed. I never let on.

Again, despite all of the crap, if you'll pardon the pun, I loved him because I felt that he must have had a pretty bad childhood for him to act like he did. He was a very loving man deep down. I could never truly love my mother.

I recently sent my mother and stepfather a letter asking them for their forgiveness for being such a bad dude. I have not seen them for many years now. It was my way of exorcising the demons of my past. I can see just why so many children end up as emotional basket cases and why something like WEPI had to be created - to emancipate kids.

I know that I am still one. My list of faults is endless. I am not proud of some of the bad things that I have committed in the past. I still have many sleepless nights, questioning the quality of the contents of my precious ROSE. Many, many times I wanted to take the easy but painful way out and take my own life.

Many times I would take a knife and just hold it to my chest trying to find the courage to take the last fatal step to end my pain. So the WEPI team profoundly and intimately knows the excruciating pain that you are going through right now, that is why the WEPI ROSE ANTI-SUICIDE ARSENAL is free to every human being on the planet.

To emphatically show you that someone does care and understands your great pain. It was very tough especially when my partner and wife and I chose to throw away our comfortable careers many years ago to build the WEPI Institute.

I felt that if I didn’t succeed, we would have wasted decades, and we would have had to endure the humiliation of our failures, and we couldn’t go back and relive our youth again to reinvest it. This was it ... you either love kids and want to help them? Or you don't? We had to make WEPI a success because the cycle had to end.

The creation of the WEPI Institute is a crude attempt to end the evil cycle of abuse against children.

Anyway, in my first year at my new Australian school, I was in third grade. I found it unbearable being the only dark dude in the class. To make things worse, I was stoned and called a nigger and other super cool names on my way home from school when I got off the train.

One young white dude chased me and when I was cornered, just shot me in the leg with his air gun just for fun. Never ever found out who he was. Anyway, with all this pressure, one day sitting in class, I wanted to go to the toilet for a crap, but I was so petrified of speaking up that I just sat there frozen.

Too bad my butt muscles didn’t freeze as well. I just did it there in my pants, soiled myself sitting at my desk. To make things totally worse, I was sitting next to the coolest babe in the class. I secretly adored her.

Anyway, the teacher ushered the other kids out of the classroom and I was sent to the bathrooms where I stood petrified of the consequences, humiliated, ashamed, and naked, as a couple of older white kids cleaned me up and gave me some clean clothes to put on.

Some dark dudes will do anything for attention. You can imagine just how difficult it was to turn up to school the next day with the entire school knowing of my exploits from the previous day. I felt like just jumping off a cliff to end my unbearable inner turmoil. But something wonderful happened.

Never again was the humiliating crappy incident ever brought up again. In fact I went on to be one of the most popular dudes at school. I became the school senior athletics champion, and everyone liked me.

The kids must have felt my pain and humiliation, and they all rallied behind me to make my days at St. Joseph’s school, a most wonderful experience. It was the hardest day of my life when I had to part with my precious friends and go onto high school.

And just after that super cool incident, the coolest babe in the class became my girl friend. Instead of jumping off a cliff, I R.O.S.E above my fears and today the WEPI Institute exists in its humble way to help to empower you, your family, your town, and your nation.

So you too must choose to live today, so that you too
can choose the hard path and find a precious way to
better give to your world. And over time your hard
path will become the easy path for you.

CHOOSE TODAY TO LIVE TO BETTER GIVE

I certainly proved that crapping in your pants is a very effective way to win friends and influence people, but I personally wouldn’t recommend it to you, because it may just backfire in more ways then one, if you know what I mean. And there are more hygienic super cool ways to get people to like you.

Over the years I discovered that Australians are the most loving dudes in the world. I married one, and became one myself. When I started playing football on the weekends, the kids who gave me a hard time when I first moved to the area became some of my best friends.

On the footy field I got a lot of racist flak from competitors, but that was all part of the beautiful game of life. What many of us call racism is really our natural tribal instincts to challenge outsiders to pass our initiation tests, before we welcome them in to our tribe.

Every tribe, black or white, on this planet has their own filtering rituals. Everybody is guilty of this innate human trait. It isn’t just an evil white supremacy thing. Although some uncool white dudes try to make it their own.

But their acts against humanity are simply cries for help because they are frightened of change, or losing their traditional lifestyle. They just need understanding and Our Unconditional Love.

Instead of fighting AGAINST racism, let’s all work FOR peace and love.

Let’s focus on the positive in each other, and it will be those cool, loving things about us that will expand for us. Passing archaic laws to force us to love each other is just as futile and sinister as passing laws to force us to hate each other.

The more we fight the forces of evil, the deeper they dig in, and entrench themselves, and the greater will be their resistance. We must learn to love each other warts and all, and over time love will triumph. No person or institution has the right to be the moral police of humanity.

Love has to be a FREE CHOICE process, or it is a pointless ploy to create an ill fated fantasy, because the roots of evil will still remain festering under the surface in our hearts, just waiting for the right moment to resurface to strike.

And find a way it will. Once we accept the forces of evil and let them be, without trying to change them to conform to our erroneous paradigms, they will lose their powers to threaten and control us. And over time they will realize their futile quests, and they too will learn to freely choose to love us unconditionally over hate.

If they can love their own kind, they can learn to love us too.

Who would you prefer to walk down the street with, an honest racists who is true to himself and loves his children, or an evil moralist who is a priest, doctor or lawyer by day and an evil child abuser by night?

So let’s work for peace, love and harmony, instead of fighting against our negative human frailties. Come on dude, we can do it. It’s the coolest way to go. So live, so that you can help WEPI to better give to your world.

May the WEPIFORCE be with you always!