Copthorne Hotel, and additional stories

I first put this up around the 10th of June 2025

Updated on the 5th of July

Copthorne hotel, and additional stories

Copthorne hotel, Auckland 

7 June, pulled from “today - microblog”

// I cannot use this as an actual description, because it’s too poorly worded. But it can help some people (smarter/more kinaesthetically aware) to understand. It is here for the sake of understanding, not as argument or legal statement.

// I am trying to paint a picture here in the broadest brush strokes possible.

// new comment: perhaps doctors who understand human consciousness and the mind body connection might find this segment little bit useful. Also, people who have studied the mind body connection might find it useful? I am not sure. I repeat, it is simply here for the sake of understanding.

Define/describe Copthorne:

Ummmmmmmm, Xi was breaking a man’s body there. That’s the destruction of your body’s capacity to function. It causes tremendous suffering, as well as fear.

He “deliberately inflicted pain and severe suffering on a person for reasons including punishment, extracting a confession, interrogation for information, or intimidating third parties.” [definition of torture]

He used the weapons of the system to do it.

[edit: I had said beforehand, I don’t want to play these games, where is the off switch. I had said it again and again. Then he damaged me as a punishment for not playing his games. This caused severe suffering].

Narrative:

He basically caved my thoracic spine in… he broke the hold I had on it, the integrity. That was torture.

He broke the integrity, the hold that my shoulder blades had over my spine. He caved in the thoracic spine…

I use my shoulder blades to hold onto my thoracic spine. And my thoracic spine to hold onto the internal musculature that connects to my legs. To keep myself upright lol.

If I don’t hold onto it (spine/ribcage) properly, and I step too far, or I’m on uneven ground, then my feet pull my rib cage through my shoulder girdle. Catastrophe.

I have to hold onto my rib cage all the time, so that my rib cage doesn’t slip and pull my body through it!!? I.e. so that I don’t pull my spine through my shoulders.

Narrative for Copthorne itself:

That incident modifies your imagination* so much that you cannot imagine normal things anymore. For example, you imagine a hug, normally you can feel it. After Copthorne, there is no kinaesthetic feeling associated with imagining a hug. E.g. cannot imagine a hug properly. Or cannot imagine walking down the street, feeling footfall on the pavement.. (it modifies your body so much that it affects your nervous system etc, at the level of sense memory)

He took a half healed body, and broke it.

* maybe try… proprioceptive memory, body memory, sense memory, internal map of proprioceptive memory, muscle memory. I can’t think of the right words/terminology.

// I’m sorry, the segment is so poorly worded that it doesn’t come through well. I’ll try to reword it better later.

This is a first attempt to explain, please don’t judge it too harshly:

It traumatises a body so much that it cannot hold within it the sense memories it used to have. Those memories are gone.

They vanish.

You’ve remapped??!!?!?!

The connections are gone!! And you have to rebuild it…

And with those changes, you cannot create within yourself the imagination/impression of what it is like to interact with the world around you. The sense imagination is gone! It just breaks!!???

He hurt me extremely badly!!

Damaged me physically, really badly.

And it had flow on effects to shatter/smash/obliterate my nervous system + sense memory!!!?!?

There just aren’t any proper words for it!! It is devastating and disturbing in the extreme.

Xi tortured me so hard that it destroyed my “sense memory/imagination”. How does that even exist!!?!!???

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I revisited the above segment on the 5th July, to see if I could improve it. And I think it’s about right. It’s chaotic, but I think it works. I’m going to leave it mostly as is. It’s as good as I can make it. I  improved some of the formatting though.

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6 June, pulled from “today - microblog”

What was it like in Princeton road

I’m trying to analyse what happened for all of those years (age 27 to 34ish):

They stayed inside my nervous system for years; all day, every day. And kept my back/torso + inner muscles (iliacus + psoas) tight so as to keep me in a broken state.

What happened?

Age 27 - 34

I think that someone infiltrated my nervous system via telco tower, then hijacked my nervous system, to tighten my inner muscles and to keep my inner muscles and back/torso tightened long term. I think they remained “inside” my nervous system for years, maintaining tightness. That is probably why I was so unwell for those seven years. My tentative theory at least. I think that Joseph (Matthew, maybe Paul, Siobhan took shifts sometimes) infiltrated my nervous system, tightened up my back/torso and inner muscles (The muscle that runs from the spine to a point just below the hip, and the muscle that runs from just inside the pelvis down to a spot just below the hip, i.e. iliacus and psoas), and kept them tight for years. By shifts, I mean all day long. Every day. Which… kept me locked into a horrible state for years.

A state that I couldn’t escape from… you cannot fix that problem until the person untightens things.

Is that how it works? I honestly don’t quite know.

They took shifts?! To maintain the tightness of my back muscles for years??!?!

Update: I think they were infiltrating my nervous system constantly for years before that and remaining in it to keep muscles tight. Like, even as far back as 23ish!?!?

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// I can’t find my notes from the time, they are sitting around somewhere. Once I find my notes I’ll update it.

Lawyer discussion:

Trouble finding a lawyer.

It was obvious that the clique had undermined my ability to find a lawyer..

Back a couple of years ago…

After getting to Raine street:

I tried very hard to get a lawyer. I called about 15 different lawyers before I found one. I had to fight tooth and nail to find one. They all turned me away. [there was a conspiracy to make it hard for me to find a lawyer, probably. Disclaimer: I can’t prove it. At the very least there was a climate that made it hard to find an lawyer] Until eventually I found one via the PDS. (At the time I was filthy, unkempt and immobile. I couldn’t walk properly, and I hadn’t showered in 7 years. Very badly disabled*).

She was awful. She lied to me. Told me I could get diversion for the charges (you can’t, I checked). Also, she failed to get my charges withdrawn by talking to the police prosecutor. Even though I had been assaulted by my father, arrested by 6 police officers, including the two who attended the assault call out, and placed in two prisoner transport vehicles (inappropriate use of police force**). One in side seat. One in the back compartment. FWIW, I asked specifically to go in the normal police car. MULTIPLE times, instead of the prisoner transport truck. They refused. And then placed me into the custody of my father. I ended up staying at my father’s mother’s house.

Umm. The charges were improperly laid. A good lawyer could have made the charges go away straight away. {looks like the charges were properly laid, but a good lawyer could have made the charges go away fast. ‘} she didn’t even bother to visit me??!

A good lawyer could have got rid of the charges straight away. There were also the IVF issues, and the protection order!?

My lawyer was part of the conspiracy.

My lawyer was basically working along side my father.

**The prisoner transport truck was driven deliberately badly, so as to hurt me. I was deliberately jostled/shaken very badly. And an overly circuitous route was taken.

*my inner muscles (iliacus and psoas etc) were kept tight electronically for 7+ years. “Torso integrity was compromised” for the full seven years

Umm. There’s like a chilling effect when you can’t find a proper lawyer? I can’t explain it??

Take a look at the micro blog for more information

// ummm, that article was very badly written. But the gist of it is that my lawyer was working with my father, and did a deliberately bad job. I was denied access to a proper and good lawyer.

More stories:

Tomoe Takahashi was our exchange student sister. She lived with us at 16 years old for a year (when I was 12). I really liked her. She felt kinda like family. Matthew cried when she left, she really felt like family to us. 

She came back at 18 years old (by which time my father had moved to Paraparaumu). And then started a relationship with my father. Umm. Your Dad shouldn’t be sleeping with your fictive sister…

My father shouldn’t be in a long term live-in relationship with a woman aged ~18/19 years old who used to be our exchange student.

This was back in 2001/2003..?

Ps: my parents split up at the start of my first year of high school, when I was thirteen. My father then moved to Paraparaumu.

PPS: Tomoe came back to New Zealand to study law at Victoria University.

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Why did I sleep with Robyn that night? 

Coercion.

I was obliged to have sex to get the “magic wand” i.e., they make my back healthy again. A cessation of abuse to my spine/inner muscles.

If I don’t have sex, I’ll get “wheelchair”. I.e., they’ll break my body.

That’s why I was trying to get laid.

Threats and obligations.

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Here’s another other snippet:

I was fighting hard to recover @ Princeton (squats and walking). I could have recovered, except that the inner muscles (iliacus, psoas, and maybe more) were kept shortened/tight the whole time (24/7).

You cannot heal/recover while the iliacus, and psoas (inner muscles) are was kept tight..? “Torso integrity remains compromised”.”

It actually locks your torso into a perpetually broken state.

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Doctors and physiotherapists

Good doctors and physiotherapists are hard to find:

A lot of my doctors and physio were in on the conspiracy. And I was denied good healthcare. But I cannot prove it, so I will say…

(Some involved more than others)

All deliberately awful/useless/sabotaged.

Willis Street Physio: Gayle, and the other guy

Raumati road physio

The Back Institute of Kapiti (referral from Amanda Clarke)

Coastlands physio: Nathan Scott

Taradale physio (12 years old)

Dr Amanda Clarke, GP @ Kapiti Youth Support

Dr Diane Carter, GP + family friend (friend of my parents from the Wellington church youth group days) @ Kapiti youth support

Dr Ruth Brown
Dr David Waite
Dr Peter Roberts

Dr Janet Turnbull, NZ Order of Merit, ORA (Older Adult, Rehabilitation and Allied Health), Palliative Care

A carer from Geneva healthcare

Multiple occupational therapists and/or physiotherapists, some from the ORA

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// I will work on this later, there are other explanations in other articles as well: like “how I got this way” part one and two

How/when my health was lost

I was fit and strong in seventh form, before my trip to Europe (end of my final year at high school, after exams). Can bench, push up, pull ups, burpees, jumping jacks. This was in 2006.

I could do burpees and stuff before Europe. And then after it, I couldn’t any more.

But then went to USA/Europe.

I was already unwell + exhausted by the time I got to Europe. I needed rest..

Mum destroyed me on purpose in Europe..??

Lack of sleep, crummy accommodation, new place to stay every 2-3 days. Ton of electronic abrades. Backpacking etc. Digestive issues. Umm. Massive digestive issues!!?!?? There were: sleep, exhaustion, digestion, muscle tighten abrades etc

No rest, no relaxation. I wanted to go home. I pleaded with her to let me go home! Or at least to let me relax for a while??! It was awful. Umm just staying at one spot to eat food, relax and socialise would be okay. Preferably where I am only sharing a room with family, and can sleep in.

Like, just stay put in one place for 4 weeks.. 😩

For example, the place I stayed in Salzburg was acceptable. I just didn’t want to move around every 2-3 days.

I wanted: just pick a spot, and we hang out there for 2 weeks. And I can hang out with whatever/whomever. And no abrades?!

I wanted a room of my own, if I’m already unwell. I wanted to be able to sleep in if I want to.

Not too much moving around.

She just kept me running about for ages, until I went splat?

My health was never the same again.

It really destroyed me pretty badly.

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Next little segment:

I had underlying issues with feet/hips/gait, caused by being premmie born to a kidney patient mother, and being to taught walk wrong.

Still had an okay life and managed just fine in many ways, up until 18.

Until Mum blew up my health altogether at about 18. The underlying issues made it easier.

The clique (Amanda, Dad, Matthew, Joseph, Brynn, Siobhan, Anna etc) then waged massive electronic abrade warfare on me from 18 to 22? Fatigue, wake up from sleep, mind fog, sweats/chills, dizziness.

But also did… 24/7 warfare on my torso (inner muscles, including the muscles between my spine+pelvis and the spot just below hip aka iliacus and psoas) for years on end. Age 25-33

Ummmm. Underlying issues with feet/hips/gait also meant that the iliopsoas abrade flew beneath the radar (I couldn’t really feel it consciously) and did disproportionate damage, as time went on.