What is it Really like? Name and Shame.

Whatever I experience in my life. I can be sure someone else has gone through the same before me. When we have those dynamic and dramatic events happen to us, we quite often feel alone and disconnected. We believe, and somewhat rightly, that others cannot understand the deep personal affliction that is taking place, whether it be pain, loneliness, loss, rejection, persecution, sadness, anger, bitterness and the multitude of other feelings we can experience very strongly. We can sympathise to some degree if a similar event has happened in our own lives. Knowing the depth of something allows us to comfort others. Sometimes, we can forget ourselves just for a while and reach out to another driven by a deep human connection. As an extreme example, the person who sees another struggling in an ice-cold river, unselfishly jumps in without a second though to his personal life. What drives us to this kind of motivation, we lose ourselves just for a while to save the life of another at the risk of losing our own? I am not going to attempt to answer such a question. However, even if others have gone through the same as you, we live in such a disjointed and isolated world. We have become too dependent on ourselves; we can feel lacking in emotional support and hold a fervent scepticism that there is not any help.

There are a lot of, “what is it really like out there?” What is it really like to die from cancer? What is it really like to lose a son or daughter? What is really like to fall in love? What is really like to know you have aids? What is it really like to find out your marriage partner has been unfaithful? What is really like to be burgled? What is really like to be homeless? What is it really like to lose an arm or a leg? The list is endless. From one or maybe more of the above, you can piece together an understanding “I know what that is like, I can grasp the depth of human response in that, it happened to me, so I know.”

However, the answer you will have produced will most likely be one relating to an internal emotion or feeling, which can materialise as something external and physical. Crying, violence, laughter and many other human reactions can be seen through the physical. However, is that all that there is? I would like to submit that it is not. There is the stuff of the not so obvious, wrapped in obscurity, and that is what I am writing about, the obscurity reaction to life changing events.
I have one particular dangerous and dynamic event impacting upon my life. Even though I am not alone in that, it will not be one that the masses are likely to experience. So what is really like to have your home stolen from you by property investment fraud? One minute you are a homeowner with no mortgage, the next minute it has been stripped from your wealth. I am being left homeless, and there is no legal help from the system because it is all so corrupt. So, what is really like to lose your home to a wealthy greedy businessman who lives an affluent lifestyle of luxury, not only for himself but for his whole family? A man with 70 million or more who simple stole my several hundred thousand through making me trust his company. What is it like to know that two sales representatives are still free? Neither has been made accountable for their actions that nearly destroyed my life. What is like to see a large law firm, which was instrumental in the act of crime, to see their corporate smiling faces on a web site banner? Behind the corporate polish lies a thief, a crook, which has premeditated that it is going to steal from you. Not just a little, but your soul, but suck the lifeblood out of you until the very last breath.

I have had to live with the memory of those events for the last six years. Working through lawyers who have all turned out to be corrupt in one form or another. It does not get better, it only seems to get worse. Yes, there are all the obvious emotions, the stress, the anguish, the anger, the frustration. Each time one is stimulate, it takes its toll for weeks and months later. The disappointment that the system is simple useless, inflicts its own type of stab into the wellbeing of the individual. The shocking discovery that there are no lawful bodies adequate, or has the power to act, produces a lack of faith and disgust to a state system. One of the main problems is the cross continent legal process. Suing someone in Spain from the UK requires more cash than one has lost. Then there is the question of where is this case suable, which country when you advertise in one, then have your operations in another.

So, what do those obscure reactions look like that I have touched upon. Varied in their appearance, some silly, some funny, some disturbing, and some that deify the imagination.

Well, how about the packed rucksack, that has a tent and sleeping bag permanently packed waiting until the day I no longer have the cash to pay the rent, or buy any food. My two cats and I are thrown out onto the streets. Is this what it is really like?

Then there are those two cats, now two and half years old, a constant worry. What will happen to them once I cannot take care of them any longer? I have been putting out feelers trying to find them a new home for some time now, without any luck so far. They are very timid, I have cared for them from birth. Turning them out onto the streets or into the wild is just plain cruel. Is it just as cruel that I have no home because of these criminals? Do you feel some compassion for these animals, yet none for me? Is this what it is really like?

I find myself constantly readjustment my remaining wealth attempting to stretch it out. If I can get it to last just that little bit longer than it really should, thus providing more time and hoping within that extension something just might happen to help resolve my dilemma. That is only postponing the arrival of that feared and dreaded day. It is not a solution. Is this what it is really like?

As the money runs out, the two large rocks stashed outside my door may come into use for their intended purpose. Waiting for the last cent or penny to drain from my pockets, they wait to be tied to my feet and end up at the bottom of the ocean, only meters from my front door. Not such a ridicule’s idea, when you add it to the last month of life on a cruise ship, just before I submitted to defeat. Live up the last few moments of life as despair wins the day. Going out in style, throwing oneself overboard, glass of champion in hand, I hate champion. Those heavy weights attached to make sure nothing goes wrong. Sinking down into the depths, what would be my last memory of this world as I try in earnest to take the last gulp from that glass? Instead my mouth and lungs fill with salty seawater, the last gasp for a breath of air, the body shudders from its starved life source. The arms and body go limp, the hand releases the champion glass, it is now free to travel the depths only a slave to the ocean current. The lights go out, and it is all over in few short seconds. How long does it take to drown? Is this what it is really like?

Here is one very few would associate with an obscure reaction. Praying for those that have inflicted the damage upon me. Praying for those who have thrown themselves into a life of decadent and financial debauchery, and then inflicted its execution upon me. Their destiny is a very hot and thirsty eternal hell. In one sense, I want to be there and cheer them on from a ringside seat. As I watch them all being cast into a lake of fire I blow my whistle, wave my football rattle with an energetic and enthusiasm that would scare the devil himself. I have already made an application for that prime seating position. I wait for my ticket with eager and glee. In another sense, not wishing any to go to such an eternal place, pray that they will come to their senses and repent of their foul deeds. I hope daily that a small glimmer of light will creep into their corrupt minds, turn and avoid that dreadful destiny that awaits them, do the descent thing and apologise and give me back my money. Even though it is unlikely to every happen unless forced, one can hope. Is that too much to ask? Is this what it is really like?

I do wonder if this next one reveals something dark within me. I have created a brief for a fictional thriller novel around the events that have taken place. The whole cast, the promoter, lawyers, salesperson and financial advertisers, their families and the victim himself, after a bizarre series of incidence, all end deceased. Hatred overwhelms the victim; he sets out on a course of revenge. It proves fatal to all that have crossed his path, and finally for himself. Is this what it is really like?

I can no longer, or want to tolerate the thought or the act of working within the system and paying taxes into something I now despise and loath. I hate greedy useless politicians who to me are all corrupt, there is not a good one anywhere in the world. Even if there is, to me, there are none. I am not alone in this thought; I now find great pleasure in an alternative Guy Fawkes who succeeded. Is this what it is really like?

One option I keep considering and could be explored, is to swallow one’s pride and beg. As the money runs out, ask for charity, the victim lives on a merger 8,000 euros a year, how hard can that be to raise such a small amount? Is this what it is really like?

Hope beyond hope! Would it not be amazing if a lawyer heard my story and actually fought the injustice only wanting reward if he won? Someone with compassion, and an overwhelming desire to see justice wrapped around the heart, drove this individual to selflessly act. A knight in shining armour, do such people only exist in fairy tales and story books? Is this what it is really like?

Then there are the irregular flash backs accompanied by a deep sense of guilt, the heavy realisation that I became careless and allowed others to steal my wealth. It ushers in a period of inactivity, fixed in deep remorse and fixed into whatever seat I happen to be alighted upon. It is only a short period but nonetheless a suffering I could do without. Is this what it is really like?

Then there are the dreams of homelessness, I see myself wandering around knocking on doors crying out for help, no one is prepared to lend a hand of compassion. Over the last few years, those types of dreams have become more common. One that is more repetitive is having a home and then being asked to leave, simply because I am not wanted. Is this what it is really like?

So after all those submissions, What is it really like? Have I touched on anything? I have managed to survive all the bombardment of that life’s experience so far. I eventually did write a book. BURNING DOWN THE BRICKS – this is my story – how I lost my home through international property fraud. However, one were everyone stays alive as it is only an account of the fact interwoven within my story. So what do you do with those that are living, I chose to NAME AND SHAME, will it have any impact? Will it get me my money back? I do not know, one can at most hope. Name and shame is a chapter from Burning Down The Bricks. Is this what it is really like?


As I worked through editing and proofing the text, yet again for the millionth time, where do all these errors come from?  Is there such a thing as a grammar and spelling error gremlin?  Stick one here and another one there, simple because there are none.  That constant mulling over the text produced an internal awakening.  Something inside of me began to stir.  Even though I understood that I had been caught up in criminal activity, I had not understood so intensely the seriousness of my experience.  I do not know why I missed the intense awareness of the fraudulent nature of MRI and all its elements, but it has now caused a change of attitude that has produced this extra chapter.  Others have not been so slow to translate their anger at the sequence of events that overtook them with their contact with MRI.  Groups have cluttered the streets of London and outside the offices of CarterRuck law firm, waving aggressive banners of disgust and attracting media attention to the MRI issue.  So this chapter is for those who have not had experience of the corporate MRI machine, to create a clearer picture of the kind of people who operate in a fraudulent manner not caring two hoots about the victims.

I have for most part left out identifying names throughout the whole book except for the odd instance.  I have done this mainly to advert surreptitious snooping by any who felt that they have some right to uncover more, and create their own account without any consultation or permission.

Another reason is that I did not feel the need to expose any individual more than the text has already achieved.  This new-found intensity has made me revised that thought and to expose some of the scamsters by name, and with photographs if they can be produced.  Mr. MacAnthony does not really need any presentation on this page: one can find him with a name search using any search engine.  But I am going to because of the nature of the image I came across of him along with another.  He did not perpetrate everything on his own.  He had his sidekicks who willingly jumped on to his bandwagon; it is some of those, directly and indirectly responsible for what happened to me that need to be publicly shamed.

First, I would like to introduce the two villains, the perpetrators and executors of the swindle.  To the left is Nigel Woolfenden, the MRI salesman who put together the Farcical and Disastrous Property Investment Plan.  To the right is Michael Atiles, partner in crime – without the Capital Finance adviser none of this could have happened.  As yet, I have not obtained an up-to-date photograph of this character, so I have chosen a cartoon graphic that depicts as closely as possible the character of this individual.  Or rather my personal interpretation of a character based on his corrupt mortgage assessment skills.  I have not included any of the Martinez lawyers because I cannot be sure of their role in all this.  As all three have mysteriously disappeared from the scene, they may well have been victims themselves.

Leach&WormNext, at the top the two main boss men, I personally have not had any dealings with either of these two men directly.  However, that is not the case for many others.  Mr. Pickering has by letter been abusive to MRI victims with a legitimate claim against MRI.  Both these men have been instrumental in threatening behaviour to many MRI victims, again with lawful claims against MRI, through the law firm Carter-Ruck, who have sent threatening letters to sue if comments or allegations are not withdrawn.

Does this ring true?  A quote from Mr. Darragh  MacAnthony taken from his blog, which has now been removed: “No doubt I will have to spend thousands of pounds on legal fees over this and for what, may I ask?  Running a company as best I can in difficult times and having to do what many others have had to over the last few years – move on, sell up or liquidate, leaving behind creditors who won’t get their funds back for a mixture of reasons.”

Well, does that ring true?  My case and others had nothing to do with difficult times.  Mr. MacAnthony continually projected positive capital gains through his company MRI during a downturn period.  Reaping over-inflated commissions, 25,000 Euros on a 130,000 property through falsified property investment projections, with full intent to defraud.  He knowingly duped clients during 2006 -2007 with fraudulent investment capital growth predictions.  I am proof of that, January 2007 when MRI took me to Spain, I have shown all had gone downhill by the middle of 2005.  Well, does the above ring true?

MacLies&DimDonMr. MacAnthony to the left and sidekick Dominic Pickering to the right.  The two images above were taken from the web and were not created by me.  I was not going to insert Mr. MacAnthony but the term “Bully” at the top of each image is worthy of inclusion because of the unjust harassment of MRI victims.

Carter-Ruck, a London-based law firm have acted shamefully, bullying MRI victims under the instruction on Mr. MacAnthony, and lining their own pockets while doing it.  An intelligent search with Google will expose much of this firms activity in relation to MRI victims.

Unfortunately, I cannot produce a precise list of directors that had any direct link to the Spanish operation of MRI.  It is apparent that MRI operated in the same manner from every office of the MacAnthony Empire.  The list of MRI staff is extensive and there are no innocence in this cooperate junk pile.  It is most likely not until one descends done through the ranks does any of MRI staff actually obtain a label of innocent.

The next choice will most likely surprise many, but the criterion for ending up in this section is to have carried out some form of injustice or to have misused my misfortune for their own benefit.  Mr. Sammy Wilson, MP for East Antrim, has been seen as a champion in the Houses of Parliament for raising the issue of MRI victims.  Nevertheless, it is not past his nature to misuse my situation for political gain.  After learning of his intentions, I contacted his office through his web site.  As I no longer live in Northern Ireland, I had to use my old home address and postcode.  I explained in full my situation, and ask if he would represent my case along with others.  Even though I did not now live in his constituency, I had been living there when I was introduced to MRI.  It was the capital from that property that MRI fraudulently acquired through false property investments.  I received a positive reply.  All well and good:  This happened at the time of the elections and Mr. Sammy Wilson MP was re-elected.  A few weeks later I contacted his office again asking if they would still represent me and could I send more information.  There was no reply.  Several other attempts also produced no reply.  I got the distinct feeling, I was only important when I might have represented a vote.  Now that I was of no value in this context and no longer a constituent, there was no need for any further consideration to my case.  I gave up any additional attempts to pursue this sort of support.

There is also the Spanish law firm, Martinez Echevarria Perez y Ferrero, who have without a doubt been instrumental in all the MRI criminal activity and do not receive any media attention.  The image below has been taken from their website very recently. Another collection from the corporate junk pile who have not been brought to justice and who hide behind the protection of wealth.  This group of smiling faces prosper by stealing individual’s homes.  Remember, this group of people flouted Spanish and International articles of law and codes of conduct while operating in collusion with MRI.

MartinezThe latest in the line-up that has abused my situation is Mr. Antonio Flores from the Spanish law firm Lawbird (photo below). You can refer back to Chapter 5 – Inglorious Lawyers – and start from the subtitle – More on wishy-washy Spanish lawyers or just plain corrupt.  It has become very evident that I have not been retained on any file as a victim for any ethical purpose for future consideration, but possibly only for a further purpose of something unlawful.

Antinio Flores Vila

You’re not too sure what I am on about.  It is the position I have found myself in.  Remember I have been subject to a lot of injustice from lawyers.  So now consider this. After a trawling exercise, this firm accumulated enough data of my case and others to produce a fictional victim for their own financial gain.  They have distanced themselves from my claim of over a quarter of million Euros.  If in the future there is a pot of money to compensate victims, then this law firm could quite easily present me as a victim, without my knowledge and pocket the gain.  Or simply exclude me and others caught out by the same technique, that could benefit from any recuperate cash assets of MR. MacAnthony, and again retain the wealth by it merely disappearing.

This lawyer is at present hiding behind credentials from the British media exposure for taking on MRI and fighting for those victims.  Well that is a load poppycock, fighting for victims, my ****.  This man does not know what justice is or how to obtain it.  I wonder if it has dawned on you that hardly anyone whom I have had contact with has any idea what justice is, beyond lining their own pockets or following the corruption of self-interest.  What do we have? An incompetent lawyer in above his depth, his case just got thrown out after a year in the Spanish courts. He did not see that coming, or warn his clients that it could happen.  Or was he instrumental in its initiation.  Or another crook in the making, like I said, watch this space.

The actions of all the above have caused then to be placed in this chapter of Name And Shame.  I make no apology for any of the above, if they had acted with justice, sincerity and beyond suspicion, they would not be here.

If you are in any way interested in reading the whole story, then BURNING DOWN THE BRICKS can be obtained from Amazon for kindle, or Smashwords in different e-book formats, or you could try my own store.  All the relevant links can be accessed from my homepage, where you can also access an online flipbook preview containing the several chapters.



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