Her Majesty The Queen
Buckingham Palace
London SW1A 1AA
February 8th, 2019
I was hoping to bring offerings with words as to why Her Majesty is the fairest of them all. I am not sure that I have those words. I am like a lamb for the slaughter. I likely will be in no shape to even talk today. That is if I even make it for an Appearance. Never mind taking a review of a single document before hand.
If I had all of my cards together I would likely be making a proposal to the Crown.
If I am to Plead, without mental process to the appropriateness of the matter, I intend the following:
I Plead as Her Illegitimate Sovereign Son - HIS Son.
If I am asked again, I will Plead as my Father's Son.
If I am asked again, I will Plead as an Endangered Owl in an Enchanted Forest.
If I am directed to any form of medical attention, especially psychiatric, I graciously wish to inform that God is my primary doctor. Thus overriding the control of all others.
If I go to jail, if I am burdened by court orders, if I have police officers and sheriffs interfere with my freedom, my independence and my sanity - there really is no recovery. I am already likely there now. I can only make the best of my situation.
I am not the sharpest tool in the shed, but perhaps I have come to understand the meaning of stop.justice.ca. Although I cannot confirm that first, second and third domain at the time of this writing, I know I have laid eyes upon the words thereof.
I sincerely do ask for forgiveness for myself and for my family. My intents with the 'System' are not be a royal pain in the rear, rather the opposite. My intents have been genuine and sincere in nature. Although perhaps a little hard to handle. I can admit as much.
If I could voluntarily be of service to Her Majesty the Queen, that would wonderful.
While I understand the necessities of the court, the difference between offering information through free-will in personal psychological peace versus and adversarial system interacting verbally on the demand of others is all the difference in the world. My preferable means to communicate is through text. I am too vulnerable to historical psychological impairments otherwise.
I wish to assure that opening jars, changing light bulbs, cleaning gutters, topping up tires, replacing a broken garage door opener, dismantling a broken rotten fence that I have rebuilt and rebuilt since I was fourteen years old and the like - is evidence that I am not a threat to my own mother. On the contrary, the forced removal of my presence from her has actually been an endangerment towards her.
I also wish to assure that it is not a crime to take the appropriate measure to avoid my own suicide simply because this 'System' demanded that I do not take those same appropriate measures. Especially if I take the time to write Her Majesty the Queen and confess to the act before I engage in that act. Just as I had done so. Maybe it is just me, but I consider it to be a sign of respect for the rule of law.
I also consider it to be a testament to the benefits of an existence within the realm of a Monarch. If Mark Zuckerberg and the corporation of Facebook will allow me to, I would like to wish Her Majesty the Queen a great day.
This is written in Canada, in a city named after Colonel Richard Clement Moody. The city of the original planned Western Terminus of the Canadian Pacific System which 'Spans the World'. I have lived all my life next to the oldest road in the Lower Mainland.
As always, I could only wish this was written better,
DANIEL JOHN BERLADYN
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