Imagine a beautiful Summer Day while in complete harmony with your whole life ahead of you that you are high up on a ladder proudly repairing and maintaining neglected areas of your home.
Imagine that you are allowing yourself to be completely free carefully in search of the very life purpose of your very existence here on this Earth.
Imagine that you are searching your very soul for the highest noblest purposes of life, the tallest orders from within the very core of your existence on this planet.
Imagine that you are wanting to make the right decisions in life that will define your person for the rest of your days.
Imagine that you are wanting to make the right decisions in life that will lead you to success and happiness.
Imagine searching the very heart of your person for purposes worth giving your very life for.
Imagine looking to your hands and taking great pride in recognizing that you earn an honest living working very hard. A hard work life where you do not cheat, lie, nor steal. A life where you take from no other person.
Imagine thinking of your neglected father that you have known to selflessly provide, love and care for your family and home into his own destruction.
Imagine thinking of your mother who is extremely vulnerable to an uncertain future as you know she is completely helpless in the looming times ahead.
Imagine this beautiful Summer Day with the Sun shining in the West ever so brightly overhead in the bluest of skies, as you yourself are in a complete internal peaceful calm simply allowing the answers to your questions to freely make their way to your person.
Imagine setting your life goals to save and secure the structure of the house, to save and secure your parents who are currently endangered and only worsening in the coming years, to save and secure your own life along with everything you have ever held dear to your person.
Imagine recognizing that it is entirely possible to fulfill all of these goals, including your very own childhood dreams, by simply staying home and endeavouring to raise your father's spirit, picking up where he is leaving off in looking after the home, saving your parents, your family, and yourself.
Imagine your mother being so enthusiastically happy instinctively knowing full well as she opens the window and encourages you keep it up as you just might get the house. My father, my mother and myself are the only ones who have ever truly cared about this house.
Imagine your siblings are people who abandoned their parents without care rushing to attain their own houses and their own separate lives while openly espousing that your parents will meet a dreadful fate laughing that they will lose everything and it will all be over but the crying.
Imagine recognizing that it is entirely possible to come out on top of siblings who have always put you down, who have always took from you, who have always cheated you, who have always undermined you, who have always saddled you with tremendous unnecessary issues.
Imagine that a Good Start Leads to a Good Finish.
Imagine that your very own pre-school teacher interjected herself between your mother and yourself (her favourite little boy). Completely fouling the naturally forming dynamic allowing the less genuine interests of others to take hold. Just as she interjected herself between your mother and your father, right in front of you as boy, in the very home your father was literally killing himself to provide for.
Imagine your siblings recognizing that you are going to stay with your parents and that you are going to pour your heart and soul into that very home right into your death if need be, laughing at you while openly rubbing their hands together that they are going to "get" at the expense of your life. This after someone else spent a lot of energy mentoring you past all the problems your siblings have already burdened your beginnings in life with.
Imagine fast forwarding twenty years and asking government agencies for help while you are nearly dropping dead from stress not long after you just recovered from nearly killing yourself in the darkest six months of your life. Only to have the police throw you right into every collapse that would triggered you into that very same suicide you just had finished painfully recovering from and safeguarding against.
Imagine just prior to the police literally murdering your person, taking your life while actually endangering your elderly mother at the same time, that your mother comes to you asking you fix the ensuing situation with the police for her as she does not want what they were about to do and she is powerless to resist the control and coercion of your stronger more influential siblings. Meanwhile you are powerless to resist the absolute ridiculousness of the police and legal system as you near complete collapse.
Rinse and Repeat until you are DEAD.
I wish I could simply summarise everything properly here. I am just simply made too ill. A friend said a few a weeks ago that people in positions would likely rather drive me into my death and make me go away, than allow me to prove everyone a criminal. Which is really what everyone is.
The Port Moody Police have actually continually assisted my siblings who cannot help themselves in their aims of siblingcide. For over five years they have assisted coercing my elderly mother into killing her own son who she promised to care for in return for his support of life and home.
The RCMP who have really been no better in the above regard, nor in other affairs of theft, assault, abuse and have just ensured my death sentence Friday, December 11th. Road Tax is more important than my Life, while I am being murdered by godless bureaucracy elsewhere.
Bail / Probation is a complete joke that actually inhibits a persons ability to correct lies before the courts, provide defence and function day to day without derailment. The Crown Prosecutor has to win and keep his promotions by shoving insane injustice down victims throats.
The courts themselves are puppet shows of careless people predetermining outcomes for your life that suit their aims and desires, regardless of the irreparable damage, decimation, and injustice impaled into a person. It is murder through pre-scripted criminal bureaucracy.
Medical Staff are fraudulent criminals who dump external data in your medical files corrupting the judicial system while destroying your health ensuring their incomes. Pump those pills, collect that profit, and celebrate yourselves as the special deserving celebrated class.
It's just too much. It really is. I can no longer even feed myself. The things that are important to my person are impossible to save or already destroyed, and there's no point in living any longer. My health cannot take the coming hit. It's just not even worth typing.
Everyone is completely inept, short-sighted, as they would rather protect themselves, rape the public and murder somebody who would step outside of their box to be as truthful as can be for the benefit of all. My writing suffers, I wish I could say all of this better in the personal conditions.
My head is pounding, I am not sleeping, I have no food and the thing only the system knows is how to harm me.
November 12th, RCMP Post. A notable coincidence with the Date.