Friday, October 29, 2010

DAWN MCSWEENEY HAS A TIGER BY THE TAIL

 
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When Dawn McSweeney decided to rob me, I don't think she could have realized that she was taking on a whirlwind. I don't think she thought of anything but her own desire to hurt me, to turn my parents against me, and to force me from my home and take my place - and to steal everything of value that I had in the house. I don't think she could have foreseen that, in robbing me, she had tied herself to me with no way to escape. 
 
Yoga guru and crystal gazer Dawn McSweeney is my prisoner until she confesses and returns everything she stole. Until my precious belongings are in my hands again, Dawn McSweeney's life is under my microscope and that of the World Wide Web.
 
Mpassion for justice is relentless. It is as hot as lightening. It pierces the space between me and the thief no matter where she may be. When she is awake, when she is asleep, when she is in a trance, I am with her. There is nowhere she can hide from the truth of her crimes.
 
It is not the material value of my belongings that I treasure. Unlike Dawn McSweeney, money means nothing to me except as a means to buy food and medicine and pay rent. It is the spirit of each gift that is so precious to me. Dawn McSweeney stole almost all of my personal treasures on October 7, 1996, including my husband's Deputy Sheriff's badge and his trademark grey Stetson fedora, Cliff's rings and all my best jewellery, and our wedding portrait and much, much more.
 
But my malevolent niece could not steal the spirit of my belongings that remain vividly in my memory and in my heart. I am bound up in the spirit of my life's treasures by the memories and the love that lives in each one of them. In stealing my precious belongings, Dawn McSweeney attached herself to me with an unbreakable bond. She will never - and I vow, never  - be free of me, until she returns every single thing she stole.
 
The thief has a tiger by the tail, a dark cloud around her soul, a whirlwind sucking in her every breath, and while I have never approached her and never will, she will never have a moment's peace day or night because she made herself my prisoner when she robbed me. Every hand that touches my belongings is damned by my righteous anger, my relentless prayers and the promise that justice will be done.
 
NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE - Luke 18: 1-8
 

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE

 
 
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Night and day, the thief is under my microscope.
 
This is my solemn vow
 
NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE
 
Phyllis Carter
 

LOVE POEMS TO GRANDMOTHER SHE ROBBED

 
 
I have been reporting Dawn McSweeney's crimes for fourteen years and the Montreal Police have been covering up for their own for fourteen years.
 
You have to wonder about a person who robs her grandmother and then writes love poems to her.
 
If I didn't know the truth about my niece, Dawn McSweeney, I would be deeply moved by her adoring poems written in memory of my mother, her grandmother, Leonie Rubin.
 
Here is one from Dawn McSweeney's own blog:
 
Smile =)
 
She taught me the power of crystal
Then showed me that power in everything
She taught me to see in tea leaves, cards, and palms
And then taught me how to read people
She told me to stay close to God
And then years later that god is Love and Joy
She taught me to improvise
But never compromise
And to smile
But not too much
Or people will think you're stupid
 
If I didn't know how malicious and devious Dawn McSweeney can be, my heart would break on reading her loving words written on her blog upon my mother's death.
 
But I know how Dawn can twist your heart when she wants something from you. She worked her "magic" on my sister Sheila and her husband to get money - we think for drugs. Dawn said she needed new books for school. Sheila said her husband would meet Dawn after school and take her to buy the books. That didn't sit well with Dawn. No thanks. She wanted the money. And when it was refused, she was not happy with Sheila. Sheila and her husband did everything for little Dawn - bought her clothes, took her to the ballet, did everything for her that her own mother, our youngest sister, Debbie, could not do. But as Dawn grew, she wanted money. Just money.
 
Oh, yes. Dawn has gifts. She writes beautifully, poignantly, and she looks like an angel. But I know Dawn McSweeney. I know what she has done. But I do not understand how anyone can rob her own grandmother and then write such wrenching poems to her memory. Guilt ? A split personality? I just can't fathom it. I know her family history. There are things about her childhood I have not written because they are too unsavoury.
 
Yes. I know the roots of Dawn McSweeney's character, but I have never known anyone who can lie so effectively. Does she lie only to others, or does she lie to herself as well? Does she pretend to herself at night, when she is trying to go to sleep, that she is a good person ? I just can't imagine how she lives with herself.
 
Not only did Dawn McSweeney steal money from her grandmother - some time before she robbed me - but she worked the game to make my parents think I had done it. It takes quite a mind to work out such a plan and follow it through.
 
Then, on October 7, 1996, my mother suddenly attacked me, and the police I called to rescue me turned over all my life's belongings to the thief. I reported the robbery to the Montreal Police as it was happening when I called 911. I pleaded with the police to go to my rooms and see my belongings all clearly identified there. But the Montreal Police have refused to take any action against Dawn McSweeney and her self-proclaimed "partners in crime". To do so, they would have to admit that one of their own helped Dawn McSweeney to rob me and that they have been covering up all these years.
 
Marlene Jennings, Member of Canada's Parliament, stated at two public meetings in 2008, "Mrs. Carter's rights have been violated three times." I have been reporting Dawn McSweeney's crimes for fourteen years and the Montreal Police have been covering up for their own for fourteen years.
 
If I am not telling the truth, why has Dawn McSweeney not sued me in all these fourteen years? Why ? Because she does not want this case to be heard in criminal court. I long for that day, and I will continue to report Dawn McSweeney's crimes day and night until she returns everything she stole and is charged in criminal court.
 
All the facts are reported in detail at -
 
 
NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE - Luke 18
 

Monday, October 11, 2010

TELL DEBBIE RUBIN MCSWEENEY THAT WE LOVE HER

 
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Phyllis Carter  >  CJAD 800 Montreal Who will tell our sister Debbie Rubin McSweeney that we love her? I have published it for the world to see - (See below) - in the hope that someone would tell her that we love her. But Debbie has been a hermit for so long. Who will tell her? I am sure she does not know anything about computers. Her husband (?) Ed McSweeney, her daughter, Dawn McSweeney, Dawn's "partner in crime", Alex Lavergne, and perhaps Debbie's other husband (?) Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme, know about my blogs, but I don't think they would want Debbie to know that we love her. I am sure they wouldn't tell her in case she might return to her family.
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000343040806 
 
Will you find Debbie McSweeney and tell her we love her? Debbie used to live on Cedar in Pierrefonds, but I don't know where she might be now since Kenneth Gregoire Prud'homme made the will in my mother's name in 2005 when she was 92 years old, and when she died in 2007, he took my parents' house at 4995 Prince of Wales in NDG along with all my father's money and everything that my parents had willed to their children and grandchildren in their own wills.

Last year when I was hospitalized for months for the recurrence of cancer after years of fruitless pleading for justice day and night, my sister Sheila spoke to Debbie by phone, and Debbie told her that she had a lump in her breast. We begged Susan Karpman and Rebecca Levy at Ometz to help Debbie but they refused.

I hardly ever sleep as I am constantly worrying about Debbie and suffering the endless agony that Dawn and her "partners in crime" have inflicted on me. The torment of Dawn McSweeney's crimes sucked the life out of me until my immune system gave way to cancer.

I keep fighting for justice, but no one will help. At least if we knew that Debbie was okay, we might find some measure of relief to tide us over until justice is done. How I long to see that day in criminal court. I pray it comes while I am still alive.

I know it was Dawn and her "partners in crime" who robbed me, robbed us all. I don't believe Debbie was responsible even though Alex Lavergne has stated on my own blog (see below) that Debbie is the thief who robbed me and not Dawn. See for yourselves.

All I am asking is that someone find Debbie and just tell her we love her.

Phyllis Carter

NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2010/06/debbie-rubin-mcsweeney-we-love-you.html

Here on my blog, Alex Lavergne twice accuses Dawn's mother of being the thief.

http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/2010/01/alex-lavergne-accuses-dawn-mcsweeneys.html

Saturday, January 23, 2010

ALEX LAVERGNE ACCUSES DAWN MCSWEENEY'S MOTHER

(re)  WHO ARE THE "PARTNERS IN CRIME"
      so named in Dawn McSweeney's own blog ?

ALEX LAVERGNE ACCUSES DAWN MCSWEENEY'S OWN MOTHER, MY FOREVER-BELOVED "BABY SISTER" DEBBIE MCSWEENEY.

Alex said...
I can only speak for myself in saying i am 100% sure I never was asked to take a lie detector. Now quit looking every else and look at the most likely target. If you were to search your youngest sister's home, i'm sure you'd find all your missing items. Your sister stiole from you, not us.

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1 comments:

Alex said...
( re:) " MY FOREVER-BELOVED "BABY SISTER" DEBBIE MCSWEENEY"

Get past your insanity and realize that your "Forever-Beloved Baby Sister" isn't the angel you think she is. Riddle me this: Who's the SOLE benifactor of your mother's will?

February 15, 2010

Read: The Tragedy of Dawn McSweeney - How To Raise a Criminal
at
http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com/.

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Saturday, October 9, 2010

MONTREAL POLICE STILL HELPING THIS THIEF

 
 
DAWN MCSWEENEY'S CRIMES COULD NOT HAVE SUCCEEDED WITHOUT THE HELP OF THE MONTREAL POLICE.
 
Was it just incompetence, irresponsibility, negligence, to begin with - a Montreal cop who was more anxious to get home or to Dunkin' Donuts than to follow basic law?
 
Was the cover-up by the Montreal Police at the Mariette Street station an innocent misjudgement of the facts at first?
 
Is the continuing cover-up by the Montreal Police a determined effort to wear me down, waiting for me to die ? Now that all the facts in this case appear on the Internet and have been read as far away as Australia and have been circulated to the media and have been published on Facebook for so many other crime victims to read, do the Montreal Police really believe this case is going to disappear when I die?
 
The shadow of guilt that darkens the Montreal Police Department because of these crimes will not go away. The truth about these crimes will be available on the World Wide Web for as long as there is free speech anywhere on earth.
 
Read all the details of Dawn McSweeney's crimes in the archives of this blog and see for yourself.
 
I will continue to fight for justice day and night until Dawn McSweeney returns everything she and her "partners in crime" stole from me and from my family, and until Dawn McSweeney and those who have been helping her are tried in criminal court.
 
NO PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE  - Luke 18: 1-8

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

FOURTEEN YEARS OCTOBER 7 SINCE I WAS ATTACKED AND ROBBED

 
It has been fourteen years to the day since I was attacked and robbed in my home at 4995 Prince of Wales, NDG, Montreal, Quebec, Canada. I managed to wrestle the phone from my assailant and call 911. The Montreal Police I called to rescue me -helped the thief instead. I have been fighting for justice day and night for fourteen years.
 
Marlene Jennings, Member of Parliament, stated at two public meetings in 2008 that my rights had been violated three times. But the Montreal Police still refuse to take any action against the thief, Dawn McSweeney and those she boastfully calls her "partners in crime" on her own blog.
 
I am old and I am sick. But I am determined to see justice done. I do not advocate violence, but I encourage good people everywhere to fight for justice for crime victims. If the police won't do it, someone must.
 
People around the world can read the details of these crimes at -
 
THE DAWN MCWEENEY CASE - http://dawnmcsweeney.blogspot.com.
 
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We need government that protects the innocent and victims. Canada's legal system provides all the benefits, protection and perks to criminals. Who can we trust to help us when politicians of every stripe are more concerned with staying in power or getting power than they are in doing justice? We have law in Canada, but Canadian law cares nothing about justice. So many crime victims are suffering so terribly, and those whose responsibility it is to help us just ignore our pleas. They are deaf, dumb and blind - until the next election. And the they make vague promises they have no intention of honouring. And so it goes. Canadian crime victims are just too nice to make a fuss - yet. Sooner or later, there will be crime victims who will start to seek justice on their own - and who could blame them. I am too old and sick to get into the fray, but others surely will and when they start, it will not be easy to stop them. After all, they will then become "the accused" and entitled to all the benefits, protection and perks afforded to criminals.

Justice, only justice shalt thou pursue. Deuteronomy 16:20

Friday, October 1, 2010

HAPPY TREE GURU MCSWEENEY - CAN A THIEF LEAD YOU TO PARADISE ?

 
SHE IS BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED - AND SHE IS A THIEF.  HAPPY TREE GURU DAWN MCSWEENEY ROBBED ME AND DESTROYED MY FAMILY.  CAN A THIEF LEAD YOU TO PARADISE ?
 
 

Dawn McSweeney a.k.a. The Desk Guru 

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What goes on in the mind of a thief? For more than thirteen years- since I was attacked and robbed in my home - with the help of a Montreal Police officer - I have been focused on recovering everything Dawn McSweeney and her self-proclaimed "partners in crime" stole from me and from my family.
 
In my report entitled " THE TRAGEDY OF DAWN MCSWEENEY - HOW TO RAISE A CRIMINAL - I describe in detail how Dawn was raised and how she behaved - her greed, her hatred, her jealousy and her malice. But I have not, until now, given any real thought to how she thinks.
 
How does a child become a thief who, without batting an eyelash, lies to her grandparents, steals their money and then robs her aunt - me - and then goes on to become a yoga guru, training strangers the ways of peace and contentment ? Does she have two separate brains that allow her to compartmentalize the thief in one part of her head while another part writes poetry praising her beloved grandmother ? I cannot fathom it.
 
My sister, Sheila, who tried time and again to help Dawn and Dawn's mother, our youngest sister, Debbie, can attest to Dawn's sneaky efforts to get money from her, but she wants to remain anonymous and will not allow me to even mention her name. The truth telling falls to me alone - until we finally get this case into criminal court. Then everyone will have to speak.
 
My mother based the last decade of her own life on the trust that Dawn McSweeney was a good Jewish child. (I being the betrayer of the faith.) She believed that Dawn was telling the truth and that she was devoted to her.
 
She did not believe that it was Dawn who had stolen her money. Years after that nightmare event, I learned that my mother had attacked me because she believed that I was the one who stole money she had hidden somewhere in the house.
 
Why believe that your first born child that you have always loved has become a thief and stolen your money?
 
Some time before my mother attacked me on October 7, 1996, in a casual conversation, my mother had commented that I was so enchanted by the Anglican Church that if I ever won the lottery, I would give the church all my money. She was deeply hurt by my conversion and she was constantly baiting me, asking me questions like, If Jesus was God, why did he say, "Why hast thou forsaken me?" to God when he was being crucified?
 
So we were having these heavy discussions all the time during those last months before my mother attacked me. Just heavy discussions. There were no arguments. I did not think these religious debates were about anything other than religion.
 
My mother would even listen in on my hour-long telephone conversations with a Christian friend. We could hear her heavy breathing on the line, but we said nothing. I just thought she was lonely and interested in our discussion. But there was something far worse going on. I just didn't know it.
 
Years later, in retrospect. I think my mother was listening to hear me say that I had taken her money. But, at the time, I didn't know there was money missing. I only learned about it by accident about four years after the fact.
 
Still, it was during the summer of 1996, that my mother's attitude toward me became strange. She would sit in her big armchair glaring at me, not saying anything, but glaring at me. I didn't know why, but it hurt. I could not have foreseen that this was a harbinger of a nightmare that would befall our family in a few short months.
 
I was aware that summer, that Dawn McSweeney was stirring up some kind of trouble. Since friends of mine from out of town had paid a very brief visit that summer, there was reason to believe Dawn was up to something. But what? I had no idea. But it was then that Dawn told my mother, in my presence that my friends who professed to love me, really hated me.

Dawn had invited the two teenagers outside - ostensibly for teen talk - while the adults sat in the living room chatting. When the family left, Dawn told my mother that the kids couldn't stand me. In fact, she said, they "despised" me. They only pretended to love me, "for fun".
 
Incidentally, we are still friends all these years later. The son, Robbie just got married this week.
 
It was after that visit that my mother's attitude toward me changed. My mother had pleaded me to "come home" two years earlier when she learned I was sick. After Dawn's intervention that summer, I no longer felt wanted. I started looking for a place of my own.
 
Unlike Dawn McSweeney, I have not been given the gift of a brain that can separate one part of me from another. I am completely aware of everything all the time. I am haunted by my imperfection, the way disease and age have ravaged my body, by the mistakes of my youth, my failure to be kind enough to others. My nights are filled with longing for those I have loved and lost. And, day and night, I think about the horrible damage Dawn McSweeney did to my parents and the rest of our family by her lies and her greed.
 
I have to fight the tears when I think of the years my mother and father lost with all their children and grandchildren because Dawn tore our family apart. She stole everything of value that we had and she turned us against each other. My parents went to their graves without knowing the truth. Those injuries can never be healed. How tragic and ironic that the only person my mother trusted was the thief who would destroy us.
 
When Dawn was young, she was afraid to go into the basement of her home in Pierrefonds because she said she heard ghosts there. Is she still haunted?
 
I have never had the gift of seeing or hearing the departed, but I wonder if my mother knows now what Dawn did to us and whether she visits Dawn at night. If the departed know the truth and they do visit, I pray my mother will finally persuade Dawn to return everything she stole and confess. Then, and only then will I stop telling the world about the crimes of Dawn McSweeney.
 
I have been pleading for the return of my belongings for thirteen years. I have been reporting Dawn's crimes to the police and members of government and the media for thirteen years. I am always available to take a polygraph test. If I am telling anything but the truth, why has Dawn McSweeney not sued me in all these years? And why did Dawn McSweeney and Alex Lavergne refuse to take a polygraph test as Montreal Police detectives told me ?
 
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