When allegations that Nationalist MEP David Casa was a cocaine user reached the news, Malta’s political scene was quite rocked.
At the time, “MEP David Casa said that he would submit to a drug test as well as commit to regular drug tests—as long as the ‘Labour Party parliamentary group agree to do the same.'”
This is typical childish behaviour of a child pointing his fingers at others when he is faced with wrongdoing. When you have nothing to hide, you focus on yourself and on what you can do instead of pointing at others so that you can evade the blame and brush off the allegations. As for others, the ditto ‘what goes around comes around’ should apply and Casa should have left it at there.
At the time, Lovin Malta had reached out to MPs and readers can read their replies here.
Are there Maltese politicians who have used illegal drugs and who still do? Of course there are! No wonder this news was hushed down and there were no more investigations from the so-called investigative mainstream media.
In yet another ‘coincidence’ in my life, many of you know that I worked at Caritas for three months before this same Catholic organisation kicked me out because I refused to take the COVID-19 vaccine and refused to obey their order to take the weekly PCR test. I do not comply to evil orders. As part of the contract, I had to spend the first fifteen days of my engagement living with the male residents as if I were also a drug abuser. It was quite tough and a unique experience on its own, but it goes with the territory of growth. But I learnt a lot. In the evenings, before the residents lined up to take their medication, we used to gather in groups in the T.V. room – not to watch films as stations were barred from the T.V. We could only watch some music videos and at times, we spent evenings talking. It was not the first time that they talked about their past lives.
They describe themselves as ‘aħna li konna fit-triq.’ You learn that whenever we have those drug raids by the police like this and this, this is only a micro raid in the macro drug trade. According to the residents, these raids are done on purpose so that the general public thinks that the drug trade is being tackled. But the residents added that usually, only those working in such a trade are caught. The small fish so to speak. The big fish are never caught. In fact, the residents explained that they hardly met the big fish when they were ‘fit-triq.’ And please note, that drugs were even delivered to them in the letter box, or were given to them in broad daylight in busy places. They pointed to Ħamrun’s main road, where many drugs can be bought in bars. I remember one resident telling me laughingly that Ħamrun’s main road is worse than Holland’s Red District.
I had asked them what happens to the kilos of drugs seized during police raids. They smiled. They said it is definitely not destroyed and that considering that you have officers in the police force taking drugs, it was not the first time that they had police officers join them to take coke. They looked at me straight in the face and asked me: ‘How do you think drugs make their way into prison?’ Coke was the most common drug mentioned. Here comes the cherry on the cake. When I showed my concern and noted why is it that this drug trade on such a small island where everybody knows each other, runs so high, they grinned. They told me “Who do you think are the druglords? We have MPs taking drugs and if they are not the druglords, usually their lackeys, ‘lobbyists’ and other of their klikka are. So either they cover themselves up or they cover up for someone else.” Please remember that these residents have been into drugs for years. Some were in prison too, so this wasn’t hearsay, but information directly from those who knew the trade inside out.
Something else I learned when I was shifted to work with the female residents, after my two week stay so to speak, was over, was that there are various car dealers immersed in the drug trade. One of my jobs was to drive any female resident to hospital, or pick a newcomer from Mount Carmel and I cannot tell you the number of car dealers they used to point at. One wonders if the shots that were fired at a Qormi car showroom this month, have to do with drugs. You can read here with the police investigating shots. How about they draw a drug trade tree diagram so hopefully they can arrest both the small and big fish?
I believe the residents. They were sincere and knew the drug trade very well. Something I observed is that drugs are taken to numb the pain from a trauma. These traumas ranged from parental neglect, sexual abuse [even from a family member which then created trust issues], emotional and verbal abuse, child abuse, generational traumas which are passed on from one generation to the next, and traumatic stress. Some might have experienced a criminal attack, or had a loved one killed or died. All this makes them turn to drugs [or alcohol] so that they can deal with emotional pain, bad memories, guilt, shame, anxiety, or terror.
The world needs healing, not drugs. Healing is not a short-term process but a long-term practice. Because healing entails more than just dressing the wound; it also entails restoring what has been lost, incorporating new elements, and developing where the trauma prevented it. It’s about emerging from years of being buried beneath the weight of disguise and adaptation to become the most authentic version of oneself. After years of running away, you’re almost catching up to yourself. Healing takes time and effort. It is like peeling an onion, and the more you get to its centre, the more it stinks. But after a while, the smell disseminates, and it is here that the wound is completely nursed.
One heals his wounds and injuries with the greatest act of self-love. Since the loving intention acts as a salve that targets the root cause of the trauma and initiates the healing process. Additionally, it tells the drug addict’s wounded inner child that they are valuable. Because s/he merits consideration. A vibration resonating deep within that serves as a constant reminder that YOU MATTER.
Drug abusers validate their own insignificance when they repress their wounds and turn to narcotics. They strengthen their sense of self-worth and convince themselves that they are deserving of love when they dig for and honour them. They have somewhat more height. Healing is a champion’s breakfast because it satisfies their body and spirit, boosts their self-esteem, and fortifies their resolve.
And so, it must end, you know – the self-hatred – the collective shaming – the disdain for others – the emotional armour – the buried pain – the displaced humans – the misplaced kindness – the repressed trauma – the fake positivity – the meaningless materialism – the forgotten people.
And so, it must begin, you know – the collective healing – the love of oneself – the affection for other people – the release of emotions – the agony freed – the welcomed – the unending generosity – the life narrative of honour – the real people – the meaningful purpose of life – the hearts that are open.
I send all my love, and healing, packed in loads of hugs, to all those suffering from drug addiction, and any other kind of self-harm. At Caritas I saw humans. At Caritas I saw victims. At Caritas I saw hearts. You are not psychopaths. The world was flooded with drugs from those at the top – the true psychopaths and their agencies who are in cahoots with the same psychopaths at the top who want you dumped down so that you can never see the truth around.
Heal with love.
Follow the white line – from David Casa to Auberge de Castille
When allegations that Nationalist MEP David Casa was a cocaine user reached the news, Malta’s political scene was quite rocked.
At the time, “MEP David Casa said that he would submit to a drug test as well as commit to regular drug tests—as long as the ‘Labour Party parliamentary group agree to do the same.'”
This is typical childish behaviour of a child pointing his fingers at others when he is faced with wrongdoing. When you have nothing to hide, you focus on yourself and on what you can do instead of pointing at others so that you can evade the blame and brush off the allegations. As for others, the ditto ‘what goes around comes around’ should apply and Casa should have left it at there.
At the time, Lovin Malta had reached out to MPs and readers can read their replies here.
Are there Maltese politicians who have used illegal drugs and who still do? Of course there are! No wonder this news was hushed down and there were no more investigations from the so-called investigative mainstream media.
In yet another ‘coincidence’ in my life, many of you know that I worked at Caritas for three months before this same Catholic organisation kicked me out because I refused to take the COVID-19 vaccine and refused to obey their order to take the weekly PCR test. I do not comply to evil orders. As part of the contract, I had to spend the first fifteen days of my engagement living with the male residents as if I were also a drug abuser. It was quite tough and a unique experience on its own, but it goes with the territory of growth. But I learnt a lot. In the evenings, before the residents lined up to take their medication, we used to gather in groups in the T.V. room – not to watch films as stations were barred from the T.V. We could only watch some music videos and at times, we spent evenings talking. It was not the first time that they talked about their past lives.
They describe themselves as ‘aħna li konna fit-triq.’ You learn that whenever we have those drug raids by the police like this and this, this is only a micro raid in the macro drug trade. According to the residents, these raids are done on purpose so that the general public thinks that the drug trade is being tackled. But the residents added that usually, only those working in such a trade are caught. The small fish so to speak. The big fish are never caught. In fact, the residents explained that they hardly met the big fish when they were ‘fit-triq.’ And please note, that drugs were even delivered to them in the letter box, or were given to them in broad daylight in busy places. They pointed to Ħamrun’s main road, where many drugs can be bought in bars. I remember one resident telling me laughingly that Ħamrun’s main road is worse than Holland’s Red District.
I had asked them what happens to the kilos of drugs seized during police raids. They smiled. They said it is definitely not destroyed and that considering that you have officers in the police force taking drugs, it was not the first time that they had police officers join them to take coke. They looked at me straight in the face and asked me: ‘How do you think drugs make their way into prison?’ Coke was the most common drug mentioned. Here comes the cherry on the cake. When I showed my concern and noted why is it that this drug trade on such a small island where everybody knows each other, runs so high, they grinned. They told me “Who do you think are the druglords? We have MPs taking drugs and if they are not the druglords, usually their lackeys, ‘lobbyists’ and other of their klikka are. So either they cover themselves up or they cover up for someone else.” Please remember that these residents have been into drugs for years. Some were in prison too, so this wasn’t hearsay, but information directly from those who knew the trade inside out.
Something else I learned when I was shifted to work with the female residents, after my two week stay so to speak, was over, was that there are various car dealers immersed in the drug trade. One of my jobs was to drive any female resident to hospital, or pick a newcomer from Mount Carmel and I cannot tell you the number of car dealers they used to point at. One wonders if the shots that were fired at a Qormi car showroom this month, have to do with drugs. You can read here with the police investigating shots. How about they draw a drug trade tree diagram so hopefully they can arrest both the small and big fish?
I believe the residents. They were sincere and knew the drug trade very well. Something I observed is that drugs are taken to numb the pain from a trauma. These traumas ranged from parental neglect, sexual abuse [even from a family member which then created trust issues], emotional and verbal abuse, child abuse, generational traumas which are passed on from one generation to the next, and traumatic stress. Some might have experienced a criminal attack, or had a loved one killed or died. All this makes them turn to drugs [or alcohol] so that they can deal with emotional pain, bad memories, guilt, shame, anxiety, or terror.
The world needs healing, not drugs. Healing is not a short-term process but a long-term practice. Because healing entails more than just dressing the wound; it also entails restoring what has been lost, incorporating new elements, and developing where the trauma prevented it. It’s about emerging from years of being buried beneath the weight of disguise and adaptation to become the most authentic version of oneself. After years of running away, you’re almost catching up to yourself. Healing takes time and effort. It is like peeling an onion, and the more you get to its centre, the more it stinks. But after a while, the smell disseminates, and it is here that the wound is completely nursed.
One heals his wounds and injuries with the greatest act of self-love. Since the loving intention acts as a salve that targets the root cause of the trauma and initiates the healing process. Additionally, it tells the drug addict’s wounded inner child that they are valuable. Because s/he merits consideration. A vibration resonating deep within that serves as a constant reminder that YOU MATTER.
Drug abusers validate their own insignificance when they repress their wounds and turn to narcotics. They strengthen their sense of self-worth and convince themselves that they are deserving of love when they dig for and honour them. They have somewhat more height. Healing is a champion’s breakfast because it satisfies their body and spirit, boosts their self-esteem, and fortifies their resolve.
And so, it must end, you know – the self-hatred – the collective shaming – the disdain for others – the emotional armour – the buried pain – the displaced humans – the misplaced kindness – the repressed trauma – the fake positivity – the meaningless materialism – the forgotten people.
And so, it must begin, you know – the collective healing – the love of oneself – the affection for other people – the release of emotions – the agony freed – the welcomed – the unending generosity – the life narrative of honour – the real people – the meaningful purpose of life – the hearts that are open.
I send all my love, and healing, packed in loads of hugs, to all those suffering from drug addiction, and any other kind of self-harm. At Caritas I saw humans. At Caritas I saw victims. At Caritas I saw hearts. You are not psychopaths. The world was flooded with drugs from those at the top – the true psychopaths and their agencies who are in cahoots with the same psychopaths at the top who want you dumped down so that you can never see the truth around.
Heal with love.