Do I ever seem to roll around looking for appropriate orientation. I seem to chase different means to find such. My mind just runs with different avenues of thought towards what I should be doing. I likely actually have many good ideas, it's just that I am usually occupied in the pursuit of another or held down by something rather.

I believe I was expecting the Court Particulars to come a certain way in which I was asked to provide certain information for over the phone. I temporarily forgot about such and seeing that I was thinking I would work on my response to the Crown in Court today I thought I should go get them. Naturally, they are not ready yet as they are still building a case to match their Narrative.

On a positive note, I am not going around recording everything like a lunatic that doesn't trust anyone. Maybe I am relaxing too much on that, as one thing that I found it very good for is a memory assistant. It has been a personal health aide. I can remember my instructions, intents, direction, etc. much easier even if it is only kept internal to me. It's too much of pain to do though.

Walking into the Courthouse today I am not seeing everyone as a potential guilty party out to inadvertently destroy my life. Perhaps because this time I am still within my own home as I should have been from the start before all the destruction of my life, health, property, condition, etc. over four years ago. That was completely wrong. I should not have been removed from here before attending Court.

In fact, I had even said that to the Port Moody Police on November 7th, 2015. Court Order. I am not leaving here without a Court Order to do so. That was when I still had an assumption that the Courts were Fair and Balanced. That was prior to being told by a Criminal Duty Counsel that I will not receive Justice in the Provincial Courts of British Columbia. That was before all my negative experiences. That was before the System literally KILLED me.

The Port Moody Police Officer stated that it would not be the Port Moody Police forcing me out of my home of homes, that it would be a Sheriff if it was ever to come to such a thing. I was nearly dropping dead at that time. In fact, people that I was working with were scared that I was about to drop dead right in front of them on site at work. People that I was working with/for. They thought I was going to drop dead. Those relationships are toast now.

Roughly two months later, right after being rammed into the hospital which brought much unbelievable strain onto my person, I was told the next morning after hospital release, before I even had my morning coffee after waking up from the luxury of my own bed that: "The Port Moody Police did not believe that I should live in my own home any longer". This from a Female Mental Health Officer who took advantage of my good nature and mentally tricked her way into my home, chewing bubble gum, hands on her hips.

The next fraudulent trip to the Hospital spurred by a female psychiatrist who no longer has that job, one that was requested to see my person by the Port Moody Police, the trip into the Hospital which was extremely damaging (as I was critical shape and needed to be working without fail in order to survive) led to an apologetic psychiatrist in the hospital stating he was sorry, he could not hold me any longer. Which for me was confusing, I did not want to be there, I was wanting to be saving my job and thus my life which this action just cost me.

I even had a friend show up at the doctors office and literally demand that they not take me to the hospital. My friend flat out told the "doctors" that I need to be at work. The hospital is the last place that I need to be. Nope. That was not in their pre-scripted plans. As my friend said, these "people" are not my friends. I am lucky that I am biologically still alive right now. The rest of me is dead. These actions killed me.

During this period, my mother came to me and asked me to fix it. She didn't want what was about to happen. I didn't want what was about to happen. Here is my mother depending on me to fix the situation when she is the one with the "legal" control to do just that. The problem was that I was never helped by those "Professionals" who knew the situation and who should have helped me.

I am not referring to just the police, I am referring to so called "doctors". This was all well known and medically discovered years prior. Instead, that was all hidden and I was subjected to Medical fraud. Something which actually made my situation much worse and far more dangerous. I suspected such then, and I can confirm it now. Fraudulent "Professional" Predators are everywhere.

By memory, I have testified in court that I am dead four times. I flat out told the first Judge, you MURDERED me. I had to walk out of there paying a Victim Services Fee that day. I believe it was a hundred dollars, and I only had a hundred and forty to my name. I have stated in Court up to four times that I have been Murdered by the State in the Good Name of Her Majesty the Queen, Queen Elizabeth II.

The officer below just told me as he Arrested me again (against the advice of an Emergency Psychiatrist) that I do not know what the definition of murder is, and that I do not look like I am dead. He also told me upon my questioning that he should not feel guilty if he brings about the conditions on someone's life that drives them into suicide. They chose to do that. Not him. He has absolutely no idea of what I have been put through, the extremes. Absolutely clueless.

This Officer now needs to stay away from me. He is harmful to my health.

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I am honestly not out to get anyone, and I am not vindictive. I just want to forgive everyone, turn lemons into lemonade, water into wine, set things right and move on. How do I best do that?

Theologically I was thinking about SIN last night. Perhaps the answer is that everyone needs to learn of and openly confess their SIN. Perhaps that is the best way for everyone to better the world around them. A means to confess their SIN, confess the Mistake, and learn from such.

In some ways that is one intent of Forensically Writing out the entire history as accurately as possible. It's not to punish people at all period. They can perhaps account for such with God themselves and my stance seems to be lets just be as honest and pure as possible in truth so that the System can be studied for how it actually works in the world, via a real history.

From this, any person can see what is needed.

Back to SIN. I was thinking last night that perhaps SIN is simply Sign. A Sign, a Symbol, an Operator in Mathematics. There is the Pursuit of Life. Is personal conduct Positive, or Negative towards the Pursuit of Life?