Her Majesty The Queen
Buckingham Palace
London SW1A 1AA
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II,
Today is the 500th Anniversary of the Magdeburg Confession. It is also truly the last day, perhaps even long past the last day, that I can choose between doing the only thing that I know will save my Life and the Bail Conditions set out by the Criminal Courts of British Columbia, brought about by additional unjust and in my view corrupt Charges. I can either return home and speak to my elderly mother, who only has her home and her possessions unscathed because I stood by her, an elderly mother who has been coerced and manipulated by siblings in a long-standing family dynamic, or I can follow the Court's directive, go live homeless in the street, never recover and likely choose at some point, perhaps sooner than later, to walk into a car and commit suicide. Now, having said that, the powers that be will likely choose to lock me up “for my own safety”, but in effect, all they will be doing is torturing my person slowly while taking my life all the same.
I am being, and I have been Denied the Right to Life.
More appropriately, I am Denied the Right to Life – unjustly. If this was just, I could accept it. I have attempted to offer both the Courts and the Medical System the opportunity to allow me to fix myself and clearly display for study the faults in the System. These attempts appear to have fallen onto deaf and unwilling ears. I have felt very strongly that if I were financially stable in my position and I wrote everything out in free will, with everything fresh in my mind, the corruption, both intentional and unintentional, would become as clear as day. Along with that clarity would be the obvious solutions for the Systems that be. Perhaps it is my mood, perhaps my perspective is faulty, but I cannot help this feeling that I am living in a corrupt environment that cares more about protecting ‘Systems’ and manipulating outcomes than it does about the lives of innocent people.
So here is what I am likely going to do. I am likely going to choose what I know to be right, over what the ‘Superior’ body, the Criminal Courts of British Columbia in combination with the local City Police, are unjustly forcing upon me. I am going to openly post this here as a Confession for you and for every other body, including the local Police Department. The local Police Department who appears to love over-reacting, creating big dramatic scenes that cost a lot of public resources. Big spectacles, big Public Shows which only result in long-term neighbours (I spoke to) shaking their heads in disbelief. Personal Responsibility and Common Sense. These are two things that appear to be lacking.
In returning home, I ask for the Common Sense that I be unmolested in speaking with my own mother. The person who gave birth to me, the person I cohabitated with for forty years, the person who my little sister would state was my dependent. The person who I have often not had to speak to, to know her needs and for her to know mine, in the mutual goal of keeping the home running amongst complex family dynamics and the ups and downs of life. In all honesty, mainly her downs. My mother, the person who I can only hope could find the Common Sense to brush aside all the manipulation she’s been through and save her Son’s life. This is my mother I am speaking about, I am sad to say that I do not have a lot of faith, not for her lack of desire residing within her, but for her reinforced fortifications continually encouraged by exterior manipulating influences.
Failing this, I ask that I be able to park and my secure my truck and property without hinderance, legal or otherwise. Upon arrest for a Breech of Bail Conditions, I would suggest a 'Promise to Appear'. However, that is all not going to fly, is it? Not in this System. Then in this case, I must ask that an Officer just shoot me through the heart and claim I came at him/her in aggression. It is no different, it is murder either way – Denying me the Right to Life.
Welfare on the streets, never to recover, is not a life for someone like me. Neither is Jail. I did not deserve any of this. As it stands I had a Judge state “Their facts do not match my facts, therefore I must be Mentally Ill and need Medication and Treatment”. That is rich, especially since this System knocked me off my feet so devastatingly that I couldn’t even buy food to feed myself, let alone defend myself, as the System intentionally Railroaded me right from start. Of course, this same Judge had stated "Most Canadians do not mind having their Rights taken away", so perhaps all of this is simply routine for these people.
I need to be at home, my home, in the house my mother stated was hers and mine, in the home I was born into, in the home my Father insisted I look after my interests in what were to be his final instructions. I need to be home. Home where people go to recover and heal. Home. I need to be there immediately, so I can unravel and sort this mess I am in before it is too late. I need to set to work. At this point, I can only work from home. Soon, that will not even be possibly if I have not crossed that threshold already. Anything else, anything else is not only Denying my Right to Life. It is MURDER.
I would not do this in front of the whole-world if it wasn’t. I have already been through far too much. I apologize for bringing this before you, however, whom else would I turn to in Confession?
Daniel John Berladyn - Port Moody, British Columbia, Canada
Why would the post be there and then some time later... have issues? It's delivered, do not pretend that it is not. Perhaps it is just a glitch, I wanted to edit the opening line as I am not really sure today is the actual day. I do not have time to research it. I am guilty, I believed something on Facebook.
Now it is "missing".
Ok, so it is Facebook giving me problems for editing a couple of words and not some plot by the PMPD to deny the communication.
