I’ve been meaning to write you an email since I said I would call down there to the Police Department at 7:00pm and talk to you a few nights ago. I believe that was Wednesday night, March 3^rd, 2021. You guys have rapidly fluctuating schedules, and so can I.

I had no choice but to leave. Just by sheer luck a friend was driving by right at such and such time as I took a chance and contacted him. I was able to earn my needs for a few days. This just as I completely ran right out of resources. I was fortunate. I tried to phone the Port Moody Police Department and let them know not to keep you around waiting but the call would not go through for whatever reason on several attempts.

Anyways, I was considering asking you, or one of a few Sergeants, to meet and discuss a few things openly. To check water levels, temperature, relations, etc. To see if we couldn't find some common working ground. The initiative is lost at the moment, but I just wanted to send you and email and apologise for not following through with a phone call as I said I would. Since I have your attention now, I may as well write a few other things.

Sunday, September 6, 2020

In my eyes, with so much foreseeable oncoming damage in this day of these notes, I was not clear in reviewing files after the fact if I had actually seen Dr. Wood, or if he was simply a nurse at the Royal Columbian Emergency Triage that I had spoken to. I believe now that he did introduce himself as Dr. Wood. I was suspect because these notes were not included in the court particulars.

I also seem to recall reading in police files somewhere that Dr. Woods stated that he would not certify my person. In my sensitive nature that had read as if it applied against my person. I cannot find where I read that at the moment, but I am actually the one who instructed the psychiatrist not to keep me. I was asked what I had wanted them to do and I was very clear about my needs.

However that hospital stuff, it’s neither here nor there for this email. I just wanted to clarify some of my perspectives in case you picked up on them from elsewhere. I can see how Members of the Port Moody Police would be frustrated with these overall ongoing issues. However, if any of you were in my shoes - you would see that taking it out me is only making a bad situation even worse as you continually look in the wrong direction.

February 28^th, 2021

On this day I left my phone at home which has become a rather common habit of mine. Whether I am right or wrong, I have developed reasons to suspect that I have been tracked by such in the past. Of course if I am to believe conspiracy theories the ‘government’ has implanted "nano-tracking devices" which I do not even want to engage in thought, even for entertainment, even yet as I do so here now for the fun of it.

I had had the impression that I left the police with the instruct that I will contact them, and vice versa; not to contact me. I have actually wanted restraining orders on you people since I came home in 2018, but I was far too ill to even begin looking into such, let alone asking for such. Since you Arrested me here in September, especially with the collapses that ensued, I knew I had to ask for a restraining order just so you people would stop hindering my biological survival, let alone my very long needed clear path of recovery.

If you can imagine a rape victim, one who has been raped over and over again, seeking help only to be raped everywhere s/he turns, then you might begin to comprehend your role as a police officer in these affairs. I mean no offence, but for perspective the Port Moody Police are part of the gang-rape. Unfortunately for me, it appeared my attempts to ask a judge for such a restraining order were blocked and/or derailed at every turn. Crown Counsel Lori Ashton knew, and she even appeared to partake in derailing attempts, or so it appeared to me in the moment.

When I noted you driving West down Glencoe Drive, towards Caithness Crescent, I wasn’t too interested in talking to you. I didn’t like the fact that I had seen a Port Moody Police car in the area. I can put myself in your shoes and see alternative perspectives, but for myself I am trying to manage complete over-load from multiple incoming directions at once and these are somewhat near impossible odds to steer through. With that comes managing my health. I had nights of poor sleep from the problems induced, and I had just managed to get my mind / emotions into line where I could put myself to use again.

All this while fully knowing I would collapse from a lack of resources within days. As a rape-victim who do I see driving down the street? The Port Moody Police (IE: The Rapists). I didn’t know that it was you as I was not even wearing contact lenses. I felt sure enough that there would be more to this drive by. Sure enough you caught me again at the corner of Glenayre, and Seaview, Drives. Again, I can put myself in your shoes. I can see things from your perspective in a few different regards. I am not going to fault you for it, but the stop was unwelcome.

I had just recovered enough to begin moving forward after losing a few days from the logistical/emotional turbulence of an impossible situation and no offence, but your stop was like a psychological assault. It was not welcome, which is why I answered you the way I did. You asked me how I was doing, if I was Ok. I just confirmed that I was fine to shut you down, shut you out. Just end this discussion and the derailment that it brought my prior clear thoughts. The facts are that I was not doing Ok, that I had just came into a mental state where I had a chance at improving my overall state, and then you just came along and dumped in more variables.

It’s almost cyclical. I cannot blame you here for this day, but the cycle is non-stop. Just as I begin recovering in any regard, boom. I take hits. This seems minor, but in the moment this stop this day was an (un)intentional psychological assault to some effect. I need less things on my plate to concern myself about not more. The real kicker for me is that I can struggle to get myself back together for months, then just finally get everything coming together in order, and *wham* more police contact, more arrests, or more purely unnecessary and unjust bureaucracy sitting there as fence post in my path blowing apart any chance of success to get up and underway properly on my feet.

It’s almost like torture. You hang on just long enough for fate to deal you cards that are resolved of all the impeding problems and *poof * here some government entity comes along destroying it all. It's not just you guys at the police department. It's just the whole ongoing chain reaction.

I am not going to sit here and fault you for either wanting to cover yourself legally after my first letter to Administrative Crown Counsel, or inquiring out of true personal concern / duty. I am too late here in catching up and writing to these effects the way I wanted to, but you came across as fully on that day. You had a glow to you. You actually reminded me of an old long lost friend. I am going to chalk up your stop, as a stop of care, a stop made out of a feeling of personal duty. However, you all need to realise that I am like a rape victim that you the police, and everyone else keep psychologically assaulting perhaps without knowing that you are doing such.

Anyways, there was a point to this and I have forgotten it at the moment. The only way for me to really get up on my feet is for everyone to get away from me. Stand down. Do not impair. Do not impede. Of course, this was attempted with poor effect already December 11th, 2020. Alternatively, you could all pass a hat around for collections and help my person out of charity. Which is naturally something that obviously none of you want to do as you all quickly recoil and disappear at the suggestion thereof. Not only that, it’s not really something I want either. However, if everyone was going to pool together work towards something bigger, which I had idealistically foreseen, then I think it would be appropriate in a Leave it to Beaver setting.

Remember, I am like a mom and pop shop that just lost $500K in income over the last five plus years after asking the Port Moody Police for HELP. I am not trying to make a dig, it’s just... whatever.

Friday, February 19th, 2021

Same old story. Winter is typically slow in the markets I am forced into. After struggling and struggling and struggling, while finding myself in the worst logistical position I have been in yet since coming home, I just finally had a thread of opportunity come through. It was just barely within reach, and if it didn’t come I was headed the other direction. My whole being was already going the other direction, I was already walking that way whether I wanted to or not. You’d find me on the wrong side of the grass so to speak. Then here comes the Port Moody Police to disrupt it all, and add more problems yet again...

Neighbours here, Port Moody Residents, have been trying to assist me. After my release, I actually sent Facebook comments to the Port Moody Police Department's verified Facebook page with the tallied costs, but due to infringement of my Canadian Right to Speak, those comments are invisible to the Public. I do have multiple screenshots of comments made to pages of the Police since my release, but it's not even worth the energy to dig through them at the moment. What that Arrest cost me was $1400 in immediate jobs. Although I was wrong about losing the one job (he still let me finish the job giving me a few hundred dollars), but the rest was lost. As was the ‘working reputation’ of my person. I have been literally destroyed reputation wise within my peer-group and every time I find new relations *boom*, they are destroyed. I was just building new relations and again they were destroyed.

I believe that some of you people do not see the damages continually brought to my person. I feel some of you may not even care. I feel some of you think it is warranted, or something rather. This did not start out with me not liking the police. If the police are finding that they do not have my respect, it is either because they have not earned it, or worse they have lost it and that can be a hard thing to recover. The same is true on the inverse. Perhaps you people feel I have not earned your respect, but then again you are paid by the public purse and it’s a bit different. Especially with the damages incurred.

So there is $1400 lost, well let say $1100 to be correct. Then after my arrest, out of the blue, a repeat client who was trying to phone through phone lines that no longer work went through the trouble of trying to contact me via Facebook. Her sister wanted me. She even went through the trouble of picking me up to take me to her place. After realising the position I am in, and the complications thereof, she just decided to say screw it. Someone else can have the work and I can die. That was another $1000 lost. Then there is the guy that I was spending weeks emailing with trying to get his work.. that should have been $3500... gone. Just to be clear, you (the police) Arrested me for eating household food while I was resolving my inability to feed myself, which was brought on by former Arrests, which were brought on my by lack of proper Investigations, and yada yada.

I am not sure that any of you people do not have the right to be upset with me. Ok, you don't like the things I say online, but there is a reason for everything. Let’s be clear about that. I am not speaking of you specifically in target here, I am speaking of the department overall. You and your peers. You have been aiding and abetting criminals. You have have aided and abetted my siblings who have been manipulating my elderly mother while they seek unjust emotional and financial enrichment at the expense of my life. This might not make sense to many of you, as many of you people do not actually appear to take risks, especially in dynamics like this. I am not the party that is wrong in this story no matter how the legal system applies itself.

The fact that I even have to explain at this point that I had seeked to save my parents, my home, my family, my own life, my own future, and I have had to do so while people (my own siblings) tried to prevent me, take from me, cheat me, hold me down, drive me into my death, etc. at the loss of all for everyone. Then on top of this, you guys come along and decide to help them. It’s just mind blowing. My whole life has been against the odds, with other people interfering no matter which direction I turn to make things work. A former friend who I told to take a hike during damages of these affairs, Orfeo Pagliacci, he said right in the start of 2016: “The Police FUCKED UP”.

This email is too long for you and for me, I'll just leave as it is here.