Naming Saturday
Saturday is named after the Roman god and planet Saturn and is the only day of the week that retained its Roman origin in English. Saturn is the Roman and Italic god of agriculture and the consort of Ops. He is believed to have ruled Earth during an age of happiness and virtue. Cronus (Kronos, Cronos) is the Greek god (Titan) who ruled the universe until dethroned by his son Zeus.- Middle English – Saterday
- Latin – dies Saturni – Day of Saturn
- Old English – sæterdæg or saternesdæg – Saturn’s day
- Ancient Greek – hemera Khronu – Day of Cronus
Waking in the morning, the charred foul air is not quite as bad as the previous day. Then again, perhaps I have partially climatised to it. For this is the same old same old. How I am going to find the Sanctuary and resources needed to find my way then follow through?
Seeing that I am once again without what I actually need, I decide to continue exploring people's reactions to my previously stated words and my situation. This leads me head on into the confirmation that this website is read and shared among the locals. Confirmation that I already had had the night prior. Like parrots, people repeat.
Parrots repeating things along with a complete mental health 'diagnosis' which I could only assume came from a particular staff member. I do not know, but I took issue over all of this months ago. I took issue over someone wanting to prove how smart she was from her studies of books and that was actually more important than my requests to stop harming my mental health and my own truths, by shoving them all down my throat.
I ended up with notes that I did not deserve on my file. Another staff member had enquired and for what was written it was obvious. I received vindictive comments in a file for not taking part in pleasing her ego at the expense of my health and situation. Of course, maybe I am wrong. Maybe the comments made recently have nothing to do with that episode and person at all. They did come from somewhere however.
Regardless, what am I doing? I do not want to write about people, but I did receive a request today. The reason as to why it is wise to use fake names [pseudonym] as placeholders for people's names. So I will do that now, as I waste valuable time writing more than I meant to. I have already figured out what I should be doing. The only thing that I do not know is if those two RCMP cars this morning, one after the other, the ones I was told were looking for 'Dan', were looking for me.
I'll ask when I get a chance.Opinions
[Superbus Angelus] On my way out this morning, on my last attempt out the door, I stopped and enquired to the thoughts of one more person. He immediately told me a lot of things, including knowledge he would only know if he read this website. I do not know why I was going to bother, but I wanted to explain here where the break down in the communication was. Too much time. This is unfortunate as this conversation that I exited for my own Sanctuary is a part of the prompt for much of this page.
I am told that I do not know what I am doing. That I am seeking help from the very same people who are trying to kill me. Her Majesty the Queen, the Illuminati, the... yadda yadda ... all the way back into Egypt. The Reptilians, the Aliens, on and on. I had to sit there and listen to him feed his ego defining what I did and did not know in my own being, in my own existence. On top of this, the reasons as to why I am shutting him out and making attempts to exit.
Aliens -> Reptiles -> Mammals -> Mankind -> HeisUs ->You have your wish and you now have your pseudonym. If I had more time I might have given you a better one. Thank you for the compliments. It is too bad I cannot express everything I had wanted to before arriving here at this point and time of writing. I honestly would rather believe that Her Majesty the Queen and the Royal Family are all part of a means to lift ourselves Up.
God's Kingdom
In reference about my Residence and the Bail Office:[Simia Frigus] Once again, he tells me that my words summarize everything perfectly. I share with him my thoughts that we are all just monkeys and that as of late, that is exactly how I see everyone in public. Everyone I see is just a monkey. Planet of the Apes. As an unexpected side effect that I did not share, I personally find myself much more forgiving, much more accepting, much more caring towards my fellow man.
Against the 'Man' he replies in a loose agreement. Population Control. He goes on to say that they want to put everyone in 'Columns'. Everyone either in Jail, Social Assistance, Mental Health, etc. Everyone all defined into little Columns as per the databases of information they collect on everyone over twenty years. UN Agenda 21. When the time comes, they start eliminating the Columns. In other words killing everyone. Best to remain 'Free' and outside of the System in his view.
[Flava] Perhaps is not her fault, but perhaps it was her insecurities (which are completely natural), but she did not seem comfortable in trying to understand the reference I was making as I tested her response. I immediately was left with the personal impression as to why people who push such references into 'doctors' for 'treatment', 'medication' to stamped, filed and 'labelled'. In other words, driven crazy by the trappings of social confinement and exile in the blind nonadmissions of the pseudo-sciences.
Common Law In reference to being tried by Common Law:[Dimisit] Although this was never in reference specifically to Common Law itself, I do recall being advised some time not too long ago that I was heading into territory that no Lawyer would be able to rescue me from. I could be locked away with no retrieval if I recall correctly which in many ways, this area of the Judicial System does not scare me. What scares me is the instability of my own situation. I feel I have already been murdered and my real world situation is too unstable in a loss of independence to properly respond. That is the part that scares me.
[Honestus] I asked of him, I asked him a question to towards the outcome of being entirely honest under Common Law the specific risk of such. He replied with what he thought I should know, not with what I was asking. After clarifying that issue, he began to decline to advise as he is not representing me. I have to clarify him again, I am representing myself, he is not advising but he is free to answer. He stated that he sees what is going on over there and that he wants no part of it.
[Fricatores] Out of interest, I enquire as to the thoughts of a few women. Asking them, what they knew of Common Law and if they would wish to be tried by it. Old English Law that is. The reply - No way! Women had no Rights! That's when they cut off your head and such.
[Atque Conviviis] He believes they are screwing me and that they will always find their way to do just that. He corrects me on my own remorseful admissions of disrespecting the Crown Prosecutor. I am wrong, I have done so in emotional error I already know it, but he respectfully tutors me in the fact that the Crown must always be respected. Oldtimers have the best advices at times.
[Vidua] She believes they are screwing me merely shaking her head.
Doctors
4:00pm - I had many things I wanted to do today. To complete those tasks, I needed peace, internet, my computer, cigarettes, coffee, food. Doctors, the judge wanted to know about doctors. How do Medical Doctors fix a problem caused by real world tangible needs not met? How?
I wasted time in the morning not knowing where to go. I stop at a favourite coffee and I have to insist that the girl serving stop asking me questions. She tries far too hard, it almost painful. The other trying to prepare for court I ask if she just leave me and not ask questions. Nope, painful. Absolutely painful as she tries far too hard to be so pleasant and helpful. She could expend 5% of her energy and leave me at 100% of mine but no. Today she did very well. She listened. Except I could not get internet. I tried a USB stick bought in utter desperation after bring thrown from home in 2016. It does do me any more good in capturing elusive WiFi signals.
Should have known, I just wasted money on coffee. Off to the Library. Spit out a bunch of words, still not quite where I want to be, I go take a break. I only have five hours of internet and power. I come back, I cannot log on the WiFi. Fine. I will go to the Legion, a place I was hoping would help a a Father's Son in his bid to help Her Majesty the Queen. I walk all the way over there, look around, nope. This will not work. It is too commercialized, too busy and I haven't showered in days. I will not disturd these people, however if this was the Coquitlam Legion, I might not have this problem from what I recall seeing. Ok back to the Library, while I am walking I think of all the error'd perspectives I want to quickly add in or change, not that that even matters, but helps get to where I need to be mentally.
Great. My network card on my computer has malfunctioned and I cannot connect to the internet. No big deal, I have the USB stick. Great for emergencies like this. Except now I have lost it from this morning. I have less than an hour of internet left and I have wasted another day.
So I ask, how does a 'Doctor', a Mental Healthcare person resolve these issues? Do they make pills? Oh wait, they have files. Just like the cute Librarian explained as we walked by to the Library together. I am actually attracted to her but that's besides the point. We talked about the Library internet which she confirms is horrid. As we talk about this, my perspective being that it is an expensive licensing issue, rather than something simple like having a network guy just go and but a few more Routers or Extenders, she brought up the all the 'tick boxes', all the 'columns' of the Bureaucracy. Yeah.
So how does a Mental Health Doctor fix this situation of not being able to write out thoughts, facts, Truth before a Judge? With appointments, bureaucracy (labels), defrauding the government Her Majesty the Queen (oops did I just say that), poison pills and incumberances that not one of US needs? Yeah.
Funny, I have been thinking about Latin and all my word games. I was wondering if I should address the Judge as Honourable-Us, because I get it. I really think I do. I might be terrible at playing my part, at expressing myself among others, but I think I get it. The only real question is is, does everyone else?
5:07pm - After checking my pockets and bags over and over, I walked back to the coffee shop. It's not there. I walk back to the library just to see if I threw it the cup and then the wastebasket. Nope. I did not. I come outside, try my computer again still no network card. Suddenly, I reach in my pocket thinking I am holding onto something else and what do I have? The USB Stick.
Alright, maybe there is a pill for stupidity? Or maybe somehow the pocket was folded over and I never actually hit bottom in my searches. Either way, I am seeing the 'light' so to speak.
[Atque Conviviis] Tells me that the Judge in the room is God. He is literally God. Free and independent, everyone subject to his Mercy. I am also reminded of the story I was told of Cronos two years ago. It is literally this story. Which means that I should really think about what I am potentially walking myself into and as always, there's no time, no resources, no peace.
Honourable-Us
I-Us / Crown-Us
Judge-Us (Honourable-Us). Though Shalt not Judge. Man is Flawed. Yup, just a bunch of Monkeys. I think the answer to this is relatively simple from Mankind's point of view, but then I am a simpleton. The simplest of things are not so simple. As God made things so simple that they confound the minds of intelligent men. I am suppose to accept literally getting murdered because it is simpler for everyone else.
Just Monkeys. Monkey-Us. Money-Key-Us.7:14pm - Seven months later I am finally told where the hidden power outlets are in the local Tim Horton's. Seven months. The one thing about going through all of this is the learning of humility. It is rather humbling and a person, at least myself, I am a little inclined to be judgemental. I know what I write, but even though I think I was always accepting when it came down to it, I am a lot more accepting towards people suffering as drug addicts, homelessness and the like.
The Communities here full of unpaid volunteers bringing food and serving the homeless one per week, it's impressive. We have none of that where I come from. At least not where I had seen, with a large family who grew up in hard times, I think we just never adapted to such. After posting last time I had internet access, I realised that I am a bad money. I should be treating the Crown as if he was myself. The same as the Judge. I have to treat him as if he was myself. We are all just Monkey's.
I am a bad Monkey, I owe apologies for my outbursts. Even more so, I need to prevent it next week. That is somewhat a roll of the dice though, a pull of the lever on a slot machine. Anyways, to understand what I mean about Monkey's:
Honourable-Monkey
I-Monkey / Crown-Monkey
I-Monkey is accused of stealing Bananas by people in the Monkey Business. I-Monkey, just met the other two Monkeys, Crown-Monkey and Honourable-Monkey. Two Monkeys who just happen to related by the same Monkey-Business. The same Monkey-Business as the Police-Monkeys who accuse him. There is a lot of Bananas involved. What if I-Monkey is not the Guilty of stealing the Bananas and if in the end, it is just a bunch of Monkeys who know each other over Monkey-Business?
I know my answer but will it be accepted in the Business of Monkeys?9:00pm+ - [Maria Matres] The computers are down in the emergency shelter and I asked her if she knew anything about the RCMP being here in the morning looking for Dan. She said she did not know and that she could not tell me if she did because of the rules. So I asked her what is more important, the Rules or the Land of Monkeys? The Land of Monkeys.
I am only writing this because I thought it was quite funny. The way it was all expressed.