Warden and anyone else,
If you are gong to read my mail to the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia, please at least scan a copy and send it to: dberladyn@gmail.com. Oh, mailing it First Class and ASAP would be appreciated. Even if it is fruitless. Thank you,Dan Berladyn, October 9th, 2017
From: Dan Berladyn dberladyn@gmail.com https://dan.berladyn.online/wp To: The Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia 1401 Rockland Avenue, Victoria, British Columbia V8S 1V9
What would a person in my shoes and my prison garments write to the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia?
I could break right into asking her if she is familiar with the charity 'Heads Together'. I find the name fitting considering the dynamic of who is behind it.
Through Facebook, I post to 'Heads Together' quite often. I do so for many reasons. One of those reasons is a genuine effort to bring more light onto 'HRH Prince William' and 'HRH Prince Harry'. To do this while I myself explore and learn. To be quite honest, I have found the Royal Family to be quite helpful.
Another reason I post to 'Heads Together' is my interest and experience with Mental Health and the business behind it. To be quite frank, I am interested to understand the driving forces behind genuine Mental Health efforts and the packaged mask sold off as Mental Health. The corrupt and fraudulent cover for less than noble purposes.
I have posted enough to 'Heads Together' to have earned several responses from someone by the name of 'Amy'. Someone obviously in the charities employ. I have been wondering about 'Amy' and her thoughts. My last message posted was a mere two hours before my arrest.
I was posting in frustration of the 'Lions Gate Hospital' not taking me in under a voluntary request for certification. Believe me, that was a hard thing to get myself to do. That being to request a hospital to take me into their Psychiatric care.
The nurses were convinced, but being severely underslept, homeless the night before, I fell asleep waiting for a doctor. When I awoke from the doctor shaking my leg, I was too out of it to explain my request. The psyche nurse and I were almost argumentative. My request versus his refusal to see a reason. This left me slightly storming out of there muttering "criminals".
When the police brought me in four times against my will, I nearly could not get out of certification to save my life. In fact, part of the damages caused from the involuntary certifications have contributed to placing me here into this position now. That being, trying to incarcerate myself again to save my life. Once incarcerated with a laptop I could have explained the entire situation and more.
I chose the 'Lions Gate Hospital' because it had been the best hospital experience. This high opinion was seconded by a Vancouver City Police Officer who was formerly a Paramedic. Although I tried to go secretly, that officer reported my name and details over the police radio to ensure that my name was clean. As I spoke with him about this, he let me know - all police - , PMPD and the RCMP were being queried and informed.
My mind is always suspect. I wondered if the Lions Gate Hospital was told to reject me. However, I attribute their rejection to my personal history of residing outside of their encatchment area,After the hospital released me, I walked 10.7Km stopping at a Tim Hortons to speak with a well dressed older man. On who briefly claimed relations with CSIS. Now, I do not believe the CSIS part as true, but it was stated. I spoke nothing of myself, only that I was very tired and therefore had a hard time following him as he rambled off a personal history, political views, personal opinions, etc.
The older man voluntarily left me with $8 and went home very late at night. I do not remember stating that I had no money, but I suppose that was not a hard deduction. I had no coat with me, I had left it in my truck. Too cold, no coat, I power slept in 10 minute intervals while my phone and laptop recharged. I bought coffee to earn my stay at the 24hr Tim Hortons.
It was hard once again to fill the strong desire to publicly log events to my website, balancing no sleep, no home, no place to recharge devices, no money, no coffee, no cigarettes, no food. No easy and highly typical of the last 18 months trying to write. Always one component missing.
At roughly 6:00am, the older gentleman returned. He claimed that he could not sleep. He said that he was really happy to have met me the night before. his revisit stopped me from writing to my website mid-post. Please remember, I had no coat. As soon as the sun was up for an hour or so, warming the surface and the air, I planned to keep walking. Meanwhile, the old man kept talking, distracting me from writing. I shouldn't blame him, I owed him my attention.
Much to my surprize, I was not expecting four RCMP Members to suddenly show up and call out my name. Confirming who I was, the RCMP then stated that I was under arrest on a warrant issued by the Port Moody Police, issued September 6th, 2017. For me this was very odd as I had plenty of interaction with the Police right up to the previous day, September 14th.
My new friend, the older gentleman, he was shocked at my arrest. Therefore, he does not really fit the bill of informant. The RCMP stated that someone recognized me, letting them know I was there. While this does not fit for such a small, low traffic, out of the way Tim Hortons, questioning the RCMP is not a part of my agenda.
At the time, I figured it was cell phone triangulation like before, WiFi telltales, my latest Google Maps query, or my Facebook post stating that I was 10.7Km from the 'Lions Gate Hospital', at a Tim Hortons. Anyone of those bits of information would have given a capable officer my location.
If I was not arrested, I honestly do not know for myself where I would have headed. I was too tired and I needed to log, find peace, then allow that decision to come to me. I had three ideas, the first was still unappealing, the second a likely holdover rest area, the third was the likely objective. Back to the Royal Columbian Hospital to see if they would certify me a fourth time.
I would have preferred the 'Lions Gate Hospital' for many reasons, including staying out of the range of 'Fraser Health'. I have witnessed some Fraser Health Facilities at anything but their best. In my view corrupt, dishonest and incapable. I have publicly called them out.
I have also attempted to ask Fraser Health for help both publicly and privately. I have done so or at least attempted to do so in common sense fashions. In ways which are appropriate to actually help me and the 'System', both at the same time. Ways that SafeGuard the integrity of my health interests. All to no avail.
To be honest, I do not trust them. I do not really trust anyone. I do not trust the Courts. As stated by a Courthouse employee, one inside the Courts themselves, I will not receive Justice inside a Provincial Court of British Columbia. Rather than Justice, instead a 'Game'. From my experiences, I can fully attest to that.
Do you know know who I inherently trust? Someone I have never met, yet have known all of my life. I found it strange in a sudden personal recognition last year. I have come to realize that I would crumple into tears in her presence. This even as surly and oppositional as I can be in late character.
When I think back to 1978 or so, my first coins, my first dollar bills, she was truly the first person outside of my family to imprint upon me. I remember studying her images. I even shared with a female companion last year that 'Her Rightful Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II' really is just like everyone's grandmother. One that they never realized that they had had.
What would a person in my shoes and my prison garments write to the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia?
I find putting the words together difficult at the best of times. I am accustomed to a large office with exceptional office hardware. Above and beyond that of most 'Professionals'. Accustomed to the luxury of Freedom and Privacy.
Instead I am in Jail. I share a cell with someone much different than I. As frustrating as I find writing this to be in his presence, I try to be thankful my cellmate is not a drug using petty criminal. I do not understand why he is in jail. To note my difficulties, I am first writing (printing) drafts with pencil, only later to pen a copy on hard to come by paper and pens. This seems an impossible task.
I do not know if you are the type of person to watch Facebook feeds for responses, but if you are, you may recognize me as the BlackSheep. I have commented on the Government of British Columbia's account often. Even on your opening of the Legislature as I watched you do so over the last two sessions.
I must admit, the first throne speech of yours that I had watched, you appeared a little dry reading off the lengthy list of statistics. I found your next throne speech to be far more fluid. Of course, I was in better spirits to listen by this time around. I am referring to the last speech, the one stating words to the effect of the 'British Columbian Government desiring to help people at the individual level'. Something like that anyways.
If true, this would be great for several reasons that I want to share with you. When I was 18, I bought a simple grey shirt for $50. That was a lot of money at the time. A quality grey shirt that would last. Plain grey with absolutely no markings other than a nicely embroidered Canadian flag over the left breast. That shirt was an immense source of internal pride for me. I wore that shirt to work with my head held high, keeping it in 'service' for as long as I could.
One day, my boss, my mentor, my second father figure, he asked me a question. Something to do with the Government, Politicians and whether they actually cared about the people or not. With no life experience, I thought of my Social Studies teacher, one who said I should be in politics. I thought of all the social services that Canada and British Columbia offer the population and my interpretations of such.
Niavely I stated Yes, I believe the Government does care about the people. I was promptly told in reply that I was 'dumb'. A remark leaving me puzzled with low emptied self esteem. Being of his age now, while still lacking a great deal of his experiences, I understand and relate to his perceptions. This here right now is the perfect opportunity to prove whom was right. Does the Government care about the people? Does the Government care about the individual? Does the Government care about me?
Perhaps the answer to that question will be subject to posturing and interpretation. Or perhaps, the answer all rests in how one asks the question? I sincerely have many genuine aims in writing the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia and asking her for her help. It would be hard enough from home, but to do so here in a jail cell with only a pencil and paper? With a cellmate cramping my peace and writing to boot?
This is an opportunity for all. Sometime over the last year I began to ask the question of how I could best Voluntarily Serve 'her Majesty the Queen'. Silly I suppose, as living an honest life and being a good person is likely all that is required.
I myself am subject to imposing high standards and high ideals which may leave my person always falling short of such a straight forwards endeavor. So perhaps it is merely best to simply relay the good thought in heart towards her Rightful Majesty. This rather than fall short stating commitment.
HRH Prince William
He had a video online, one questioning the appalling high rate of male suicide in our societies. The video is harder to find now, so I have a feeling a feeling it has mostly been removed from the web after someone supplied an unattractive answer.
Heads Together
I sincerely have had much thought in wanting to sort out my affairs while sponsoring Heads Together. Either recording every session or doing things quite openly online, in front of the World, in front of God. None the less, I have wanted 'Amy' to know of my well-being. I have had that thought ever since I realized that I could not check her reply. I was quite open for her reading as I assume that is her job. To read posts.
<---- at this point, I cut my original letter and changed course ---->
Murdered in the Good Name of HRM - QEII.
As I try to reprint this for you, while a thumb wanting to fall off, ten pages of condensed writing to go, it feels futile. I just received a third denial for the use of my laptop #336932 - Inmate Complaint Form. Writing is the only thing that will save my life, as this System is pushing me right into inevitable suicide. The System and the Courts are doing this unjustly. The remedy will simply be more Court Ordered injustice.
True Intent
My thumb is too sore. This Bureacracy has already murdered me. It is only a matter of time before I commit suicide. If there was ever any true intent to help me - I would not be sitting in a jail cell for 30 days under a false Psychiatric Evaluation, Pseudo-Science, while the Courts try to work with fake Charges - Denying my Right to Life. Just as the System unjustly Railroaded me out of home and everything important in my life last year.
Murdered - Driven into inevitable Suicide
I would like for nothing more than to be re-assembled back into my home, stolen property returned and to rebuild the history myself, in the wide open, for all the world to see. From here Psychiatrists and the Courts can with play with their assessments.
I kidd you not, I have been unjustly murdered. The System cannot and will not fix me. It will only torture me, but I can fix myself and at the same time show you how to fix the flaws in the 'System' - Specifically Mental Health.
Please help me help both myself and our Health Systems. This is a geniune request from a non-drug-using, honest working British Columbian.
No Red Tape. No Bureaucracy. No Bullshit.
Just Common Sense Solutions.Daniel John Berladyn
[ Full Contact Information Given ] In all honesty, I do not expect anything, but I do hope with your background that you are more than a Bureaucrat.
Well, that was the first of three letters I had written her. The others, very short, I will not reprint. They were more personable in nature if I am not wrong. I probably need to apologize for that last line. I am not entirely sure I am comfortable with having written that.
Perhaps some things were inappropriate to write. I chalk some of that up the tiring ordeal of trying to print over 25 pages clearly and legibly with a paper and pen. Something that I have not done since I used to write a girlfriend in Alberta 25 years ago. 25 pages of condensed writing.
For the record, when I wrote Certification and Certify, I meant for the Hospital to hold me inside temporarily while I have them help me, not issue a Certification of Insanity - I am not 'insane' and these issues are resolvable.The following is the ten pages not written to the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia. Just scanning it now before I re-type it, I can see I am saying things that likely do not do me any favours. If I was able to do write this out in pure fact form, like I have wanted to for well over a year, none of these rapid accusations would be stated. Rather, I would have been able to process things completely in their purest form, in truth. Name calling is a trait I would rather not endorse. Pointing out flaws, errors and misdeeds, as well as the obvious corrections is how I would rather have communicated all of this.
Please bear in mind, I am getting tired writing this originally. Paper and pen, intermittently when the opportunities were available in jail.<---- my original cut letter before changing course ---->
Governor General of Canada
Just so taht you are aware, I have left words for the former. Suddenly, I am remembering some past words left in certain places. I am now wondering about the benefits versus the detractors of a meager "male worker ant" asking for help from so many females in high places. Is doing so a benefit or a detraction? Time will tell.
Fraser Health
They formerly had a motto: "The best in Healthcare". Since they had partaken in some pretty questionable Mental Health practices and at points, they had even partook in what I view as outright fraud in conjunction with the Port Moody Police, Railroading me out of my home, along with everything dear to me, including my livelihood, that motto has disappeared. Maybe it was out of usage prior.
Maybe I only had noted it when writing them, asking them to help me fix my problems (the ones they helped create). In turn, I would help them improve the integrity and the accuracy of their Mental Health Systems. I reasoned any entity seeking to be the best they could be - would jump all over this. Through both Public and Private emails, no interested representatives replied.
Psychiatrists
I think I miscounted a Medical Resident or two, but today may have been my 18th Psychiatrist. The last three recently thrown at me from the Courts. The first one I refused to speak to, the second one, after giving my word to a Judge, I offered minimal information, only to have information stated in Court in a manner that I perceived to be against me.
Today, without warning, suddenly I am in a tiny room with a third Psychiatrist. Actually the eighteenth, in my prior count. He did some homework as he was keen to my discrediting of his Profession. He immediately questioned what qualified me, my 'Education' levels, etc. He was 'Trained' in his words, thereby giving him credence. I never said it, but I thought there in lays the problem, he was 'trained' by whom and for what flawed purposes? I wanted to say trained by whom, God?
It was another regretful exchange, he didn't seem like someone I would not like. In fact, at first impressions, I could probably respect him. He had told me what he would report, basically that I do not trust. This only proved the ridiculousness of keeping me 30 days for a surprise 10 minute session with a Psychiatrist behind a security partition. Not the kind of place I feel I could be assessed, nor the terms. ( I think I realize now, at such a later date, the reasons I should have spoke to him, but the words would never came out in there like they needed to anyways ).
Although I partly liked him, I almost wish it did not take place. If our vessels were jars, all these doctors do is stir and upset the contents, while scooping out whatever suits their motives. This is Pseudo-Science in practice and it corrupts not only someone's health, but the Justice System. Doing so in order to provide a means for 'Paper People', 'People of Paper', to absolve their responsibility and thus their personal guilt.
When I was questioned as to what 'Qualified me', I should have responded "The Truth qualifies me - for I have the corpse".
Lieutenant Governor, I have been murdered. I am a likely future suicide. In fact, locking me up for 30 days has just about guaranteed the triggering of the situation. Writing this to you like creates more bureaucracy, more strangling red tape, which only makes me wish I had done it rather than wrote of it.
The only thing anyone in this 'System' seems capable of doing is securing their own careers by destroying peoples lives. I have been calling them Communistic Bureaucrats. This System has murdered my person through both intentional and unintentional corruption, not only does no one care to resolve it with common sense, none of these 'Paper People' who will keep trying to control my life can.
I have been murdered and I do not have enough pencils to write properly in this jail. To make final copies of this letter, I will rewrite this in pen. Word for Word. My wrist hurts. My thumb hurts. What I am asking for here is help in doing what is Right to correct the injustice and to improve the System for all British Columbians. For all, not just the Communistic Bureaucrats who believe their weight in Paper outweigh the Truth, Integrity and Honour of those who take risks doing the Right thing for Higher Purposes.
Speaking of which, 130 Veterans have committed suicide since 2010. This apparently does not include all Military Veterans, as those outside the services may not be counted in these statistics. I can not quote a reference, but I did just pick this information up somewhere that I assume is credible.
While hospitalized against my will last October, resulting in the loss of over $10,000 of personal property, along with the loss of the rent free use of an entire single family residence, I watched the hospital turn away a Military Veteran who was clearly going to kill himself. He should have had my bed and I should have never of been there.
As for being here in jail, I should not be here either. In fact, if anyone should be, it should be the people who plotted to put me here seeking unjust emotional and monetary enrichment. For the Port Moody Police, intentionally Railroading me into a defenseless position served their needs of not wanting to expend resources helping my person. For Tri-Cities Mental Health (Fraser Health), I was just an expendable person to exploit in a false justification of their own fraudulent careers. For the mislead female representative of the Crown, I was simply another male to apply State sponsored misandry.
I could go on, but in total, I am a good person who stood with my parents and home ensuring that they were not lost. In my varied success of such, I have been murdered by the State, murdered in QEII's good name. I kidd you not, this System has been driving me into such a loss of independence and opportunity that will be a suicide. It has done so unjustly.Recently a Court Judge, one whom previously stated, perhaps erroneously, stated to my person "Most Canadians do not mind having their Rights taken away". I do. So do many I know. Although there are things I like about this Judge, her recent comment about "Life being unfair" while sharing an obvious predetermined outcome leaves myself feeling again at an unsurmountable loss.
In all honesty, I know very few who accepted unfairness after unfairness, making the best of it as I have, only again to have unfairness shoved down my throat in a manner that is not only unjust, but one that is cruel and unbelievable. Which is why I may need the use of a Psychiatrist when I am ready, not before.
The only common sense solution that will save my life would be to return home with a Court Order to return my stolen property, likely a Restraining Order against my siblings and reluctantly a Welfare Cheque to get me up on my feet. From home, I can coagulate and re-assemble like so many times before.
However, that does not legally fix my situation. For that, I would need the same as the above and a Court Ordered Living Allowance to Forensically Rebuild my own personal history as only I can do. Once complete, Psychiatrists could then, and only then, make assessments. Ideally, for integrity and accountability of all, this would be done openly on the internet, in front of God; all Life, both Current and Future.
The Courts and Social Systems all prove time and time again that they are capable of destroying families. I hereby ask the Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia if, for no one other than
her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II
herself, for an endeavor which proves the opposite. That being the Courts and Social Systems proving they are capable time and time again, of not only restituting individual lives, but of restituting and strengthening individual families.
Of course, even if I could select the perfect words for the paragraph above, I may very likely only be kidding myself in such a request. I would however like to leave the idea on the table. I would also like to leave the idea on the table for my family to voluntarily participate in such an endeavor.
At this moment I am wondering if I should be careful in what I wish for. I am simply seeking a solution to social problems, a solution that I believe exists through Truth, Integrity, Accountability and Openess. Do Governing powers want such?
In failing to be taken seriously, I will happily accept the means to lead my own forensic psychiatry. Therefore I am still asking for the same thing. After all, I am claiming the System murdered me and it has by inevitably driving me into a suicide that has yet to come, and it will come unless I am returned home.
Naturally, the Port Moody Police, likely in an effort to continue pursuing their own self-serving interests, have laid a false Mischief Charge to keep me away from home. Just as they laid a false Mischief and consequently, a false 'Fear of Injury' charge to throw me out in the first place. In both instances, they are Denying me the Right to Life.
Naturally, this works well for my three siblings. Just as they took from the weakest, smallest, youngest male in a Tag Team fashion when we were young. They do it again as adults. Mother once again choosing what is easy, what is popular with her kids, over what is Right.
In conjunction with the PMPD, my siblings are in control of leading and manipulating my Mother. Just as the PMPD Railroaded me out with a False 'Fear of Injury' charge my sister was still manipulating my Mother into collecting 'Rent' if I had wanted to stay. Hence the whole Family dispute, was I paying 'rent' or was I the sole sibling paying 'Life Support' to keep my poor parents afloat risking my own life?
The Courts knew, but as my lawyer stated "They will not let you Win". Do I ever wish I wrote everything out. I either had to fight the Whole System or accept it unit I end up committing suicide. I suspect in the latter, I would simply be written off conveniently as a casualty of 'Mental Health', citing the need for more bureaucratic, fraudulent 'Professionals'.
I must be kidding myself, you yourself, if you even get this letter, you will know. The entire System is a Corrupt Criminal Enterprise in existence to retain Wealth and Power. Why else would so many people who should be helping me, threaten me with a hint of dire consequences?
It really is no accident is it? That being, that everything is backwards? Because everything is Corrupt. The laws being only for controlling the 'Little People'. The 'Poor People'. Although I have accepted Death, I sure hope that someone proves me wrong in these last paragraphs.
Just as I am now, I was tiring of writing. My words and my choice of what I was communicating became rather an open unthinking ramble of careless thoughts and feelings.. if it is offensive to her Honour, I apologize.