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58. A step in the stairway

How can something so wrong happen; as what happened against my daughter, her mother and me; in 1986? The answer is; that it is a hidden crime, which has been prevented from being cleared up.

This crime has two parts; one part plans and influences others to do the crime, the next part carries out the plan because of influences.

This is a complex situation, which is planned in a way, it should have been impossible for me to understand. I shouldn’t even had known about what the crime is. This is something that appears, as something impossible for me to begin to deal with. Therefore I think, that I in this text shall take “a step in the stairway”. That is that I only write a few words about this complex crime. By doing that, I have started; and little by little, it can be possible to go through it all.

One little step, one at a time, has been a successful method for me. This can seems impossible. But it is possible to be able to do a little bit. That is movement, and that is important. To say it in a figurative way; one yard a day, are 100 yards in 100 days. Sometimes 100 yards are an important distance.

This text can be a little difficult to understand what is about. It is about something it is difficult for me to begin to explain. In this text, I only write a little, because then I have started with understanding this difficult crime.

In 1986 the police came and took me away from my daughter, whom then was ten years old. Her mother and I was divorced. This happened in the beginning of a weekend, when my daughter should have been with me. This was totally incomprehensible for me, and no one told to me who it was whom stood behind it, or why it happened.

The person who stood behind this, was a psychiatrist I never had seen or talked to. I didn’t even know where she was. This psychiatrist had only talked with my doctor in the canteen, during their meal break. The doctor wanted very much to talk to this psychiatrist, whom she could see, sitting at another table in the canteen in her meal break. I thought the doctor maybe needed a psychiatrist. I had contacted the doctor because of muscle pains, but maybe the doctor needed a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist got the police to force me to come to this psychiatrist’s polyclinic, right away after the weekend. It looks like, that was because the psychiatrist wanted to see who I am. She was curious about how I looked. But it was another person at the polyclinic who talked to me. The psychiatrist only looked at me when I came, but I didn’t know who that person was, I thought it was a dangerous mentally sick person.

The psychiatrist know that it is forbidden to do such things. Gradually this psychiatrist did more and more forbidden things, to hide her crime. This is something these criminals who use mind control, have planned. The psychiatrist has only carried out their plan, and that has happened one thing after another. The psychiatrist hadn’t planned to do that series of more and more serious crimes.

Many months after this started, my daughter’s teacher called my doctor to tell her that this had been so terrible for my daughter. What the doctor did with that, was to go to the psychiatrist and tell that to her.

What the doctor said to me, was that someone is fond of me. She didn’t say anything about that she talked about my daughter. I hadn’t contacted the doctor regarding my daughter. I thought the doctor had thoughts about God, and wanted to talk to me about God. Because of that, I smiled when she said that. I thought the doctor was religious. It was because of muscle pains I had contacted the doctor, nothing else. I hadn’t contacted the doctor regarding my daughter. The doctor did never talk to me about what she had started to do.

Then the psychiatrist set up an arrangement, there my daughter should come to a place near to where she lived, and where they should help her to meet me again. These people never talked to me, or someone else in my family, which were different people my daughter knew well. To make a long history short, this resulted in that one day, my daughter’s mother called me, and asked me if I know when our daughter has birthday. This had to do with this arrangement, set up by the psychiatrist. I only answer repeatedly that she had been crazy. I was in my daughter’s birthday party less than a year before, and she knew that. She also said, that I should never get to know who these people were, who did this against our daughter. At that time, I also had done much on a pullover I knitted to my daughter’s birthday. I knitted that pullover, so my daughter should understand that I am fond of her.

Now I think, that it was the psychiatrist, who had said, that they should do that. And when the psychiatrist got knowledge about, that I didn’t say when my daughter had birthday, then she started to think, that I didn’t remember any longer. And she thought that I never could find out about what she had done. Then she made this crime even bigger than before, to hide what she had done, one ting after another had become very much at that time. She has wanted to hinder us in being together again, so we not together shall find out what has happened.

This has ruined our lives; for our daughter, her mother, me, our families on both sides, and our friends.

It is one thing more. Later that year, my daughter’s mother changed our daughter’s family name from mine, to hers. This can also have something to do with the psychiatrist.

In the beginning of this, I one day said to my daughter’s mother in the telephone, that the family of this psychiatrist could become to be ashamed of their family name. This was something I said because the doctor used this psychiatrist and her family name against me, when she talked to me. This was when I had planned to travel to my family another place in the country, to talk about this with them for the first time. I was influenced by these criminals to say that about the psychiatrist’s family name. The psychiatrist was able to hinder me in traveling to my family, and after that, I wasn’t able to remember what had happened. I couldn’t tell anybody about what had happened, because I didn’t remember what it was. The psychiatrist is very proud of her family name.

It is a very big crime to hinder a child in being together with her father. That is what that is, a very big crime, planned by the criminals who use mind control, and carried out by people they have influenced.

The last weeks, I have got more and more contact inside me, with the five first years of my life, 1955 to 1960. When I do that, I also have started to understand what I write about in this text. This text is a beginning of something it is difficult for me to think about; therefore, it also can be difficult to understand. This is a beginning; the formulations are unfinished.

It is clear that I have been influenced to not be able to find out about this. But that is the same with all I have found out about such influenced.

September 2, 2016, David H. Hegg