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Philippines Hospital Scams

This is not blind revenge – simply an effort to warn others and to make it difficult for this particular group, practicing emotional extortion, to continue their despicable trade.We all lie – white lies – we all distort the truth from time to time, however the people incriminated in the following are of a different calibre.
This is professional racketeering by people suffering from the impoverished conditions that unfortunately befalls the vast majority living in the Philippines,  constantly alert for any way to make more money for themselves.
Morals don’t seem to concern them.

Aware of the potential in the raw power of emotions – like an untapped natural resource – they resort to a type of suburban savagery, using modern technology to wreak their havoc – destroying lives in the process – as they consciously manipulate situations to be able to take advantage of people’s sincere and deeply felt emotions – yes – people’s love – for their own material gain.I have found that they quite readily employ the concepts we regard as Holy, to try to endorse, add a sense of legitimacy to their evil endeavours – the name of God and His angels – swearing on The Almighty that the words they speak and write are the truth.
Revealing sociopathic behaviour, these pathological liars are utterly ruthless in their pursuit – with not a single care for the resulting devastation to their victims’ lives – only the cold, single minded  intent of aquiring money.

Believe me when I tell you that evil is not too strong a word to describe them – masquerading behind the exquisite preciousness, the sacredness of love and the trust it naturally engenders – with their deceit, their cunning and their greed.

It is a lasting shame that the social and political conditions of the country contribute so much to cause this thriving underworld – and make it a breeding ground for racketeering -  Tierra Mafia – although behaviour is always a matter of  personal choice.

Of course, I have a responsibility to bear in all of this – if it were not for people like me, this sort of behaviour, these activities could not possibly exist – my only defense is that I was totally genuine and honest in my pursuit of a loving relationship and marriage.

Love without trust is like a ship without water.
But the trust that developed in this case, as far as the girl was concerned, was for one sole purpose. As in all love affairs, a sense of trust is cultivated – here it was nutured and nourished, groomed by a fantasy lover, changing colour like a chameleon to obtain the maximum depth of feeling – merely so that it could ultimately be abused.

All requests for help from her have had four common denominators:

1) They are situations tailored to maximise the degree of emotionally conditioned response from me.
2) They all contain a large proportion of fiction.
3) They require that I send her some money.
4) The requests are never direct – but are a blatantly obvious squeezing process.

Here is a shortened version of the events that happened.
The full story, from A – Z  with accompanying photographs, is available HERE.
The year is 2007.

* April 14th. I join the DateInAsia site. Profile just completed, photograph still awaiting approval – Curly Hair contacts me. This is the start of the adventure. I discover her name is Mayen. She works for a real estate firm as a Property Consultant. She is very beautiful – and we appear to be hitting it off straight away. We return day after day to keep the flame burning.

* April 21st. Mayen writes ” . . . but you know what, i do suggest tim that you will first visit in the phillipines and experience our culture . . . it would be an unforgetable experience you ever have . . .  “

* April 27th. We arrange for me to visit in June – there is a Barrio Fiesta in her province and I will be able to meet her family.

This is our home for the first week and on our return from the province.

* June 18th. I fly to the Philippines – we meet – I have a wonderful, but expensive time. Mayen initiates our physical liason – and we live like lovers – continuing our plans for marriage, my emigration. I meet Sir Francis (her boss) – her work colleagues – and eventually, her family.

* June 29th. I fly back to the UK – I have a weeks work in Jersey before I arrive back home.

*  July 8th. Chatting to Mayen – she requests I send her some money to help with her internet expenses – but the request transforms into money for a health check – suspected Dengue Fever. My suspicions are aroused – but my love is already too deep.

*  July 13th. Mayen informs me that she is showing symptoms of being pregnant. I am scared, but delighted – but wondering if this is true – the situation is starting to show symptoms of being a classic “Honey Pot Trap.”

*  July 15th. I meet Sir Francis at the Barrio Fiesta in Hounslow UK. I suggest to Mayen that I give him an engagement ring to bring back for her. Mayen agrees, but insists that I do not tell him what the gift is.

*  July 25th. Book another flight to the Philippines for 14th – 28th August.

*  July 27th. Mayen supposed to return for another health check to confirm pregnancy – but she doesn’t bother – she has already told me it was a false alarm.

* August 2nd. Receive another request and send more money – this time for new lodgings.

* August 8th. We have a long chat session – Mayen is visiting her sister in Quezon City.

* August 10th. 6.30 am – I receive a call from Mayen, moments after I log on to the Yahoo Messenger. She is in hospital – The Medical Center Paranaque – it transpires during the morning that she has to have an operation for an Ectopic Pregnancy. Would I send some money? I panic – completely ambivalent now – true or false. This is the perfect ruse for emotional extortion. I call Sir Francis who is there with Mayen – he has paid some deposits towards her hospitalisation. I speak to Mayen on her cellphone after the operation ” . . . huhuhuh . . . no more babies . . . timmyboy . . . send the money . . .” I speak to my friend Jim on the phone – we are both convinced it is a scam – but are surprised at how many people are incriminated – it must be an organised crime setup.
I delete all Mayen’s emails, block her email address, delete my profile at DIA, remove her from my Yahoo Messenger. The best thing to do is cut off all contact.

* August 11th. No sleep – what if it is true? This is absolute hell, I’m torn completely in half by love and doubt. I hear one word of a voice message on my phone – I can’t handle hearing her voice. It’s text, IM and email only from now on.

* August 12th. I establish contact again. Marivien, Mayen’s work colleague and go between -  has a  chat session with me. Would I send 50,000 pesos via Western Union? I insist on dealing only directly with the hospital – besides I am due to arrive on the Wednesday (15th) – I need to know urgently what the hospital bill will be to assess if I can still afford the trip. Insist that they pass this on to the hospital.

* August 13th. A critical day – the last chance I have to draw the cash from the bank, get traveller’s cheques if I decide to still fly.
I do decide to fly. Visit the bank, get traveller’s cheques, visit the church for a blessing – I am scared stiff. Call in to see my friend Jim. I end up giving him my passport and traveller’s cheques so that I cannot go – we both consider that it would be dangerous.

* August 14th. They think I’m somewhere in the air between UK and Manila – so I have a peaceful day.

* August 15th. Bang on the time my flight is landing the SMS and phone calls start. I do not reply. I’ll keep them guessing for a while.

So to cut a very long, complicated story short – I decided to stay in the UK and face the virtually impossible task of finding out the truth – in some concrete way. I tried to enlist help from all sorts of people, websites, government agencies, Embassies – with few exceptions the response was non existent – apart from my staunch friend Jim.
Together we set about forensically examining every little strand of information that we received – building up psychological patterns of the people we were dealing with 6,000 miles away. The burden of proof was theirs. Through their total incompetence – one way or the other – the result appeared an obvious scam – either incompetence in portraying the genuine truth to me – or incompetence in pulling off the scam without raising my suspicions.  But still all we had was circumstantial. What we needed was unequivocal evidence.

I wrote a detailed journey of my visit to the Philippines to meet Mayen – it was an unforgetable experience.
What started out as a story of romance and hope takes a twisted turn – I decided to keep a record of everything – please read it at the link above, if you care to share my feelings – day to day – as the whole episode unravelled – Journey Into My Heart.