I remember this day. I remember my mother taking me.

The Barber Shop is still there. So is Ted the barber the last I checked two years ago. I even hoped to get some help, but those people are so far removed from my reality. They live in a totally different world. That became very apparent when I sat there and did what I did as a little boy. I sat there and listened to "Men" gossip.

I believe that this was my first haircut. In the moment I do anyways. I am too burdened with damages to even recall my own memory appropriately. Which is just more irreparable damage to my person as I highly value my memories. I am burdened with things that I need to correct that should not even have taken place.

You can read my thoughts on the Lieutenant Governor's page. I would rather continue to post loosely there than here it seems. I would rather vent on her page. I would rather do so constructively but it hurts my head too much.

https://www.facebook.com/BCLieutenantGovernor/posts/4138841106175297

Whole People ---> Fractured People.

Whole. There has been a wholesomeness that I have known and that I have been able to retain against so many odds thrown against my person by people who seem to want nothing more than to see me hurt and undone. People who gain satisfaction at seeing me suffer. I am a total victim here. People even left recorded testimony of such it seems to my recollection. They seek to see me fractured so that they can feel better about themselves.

Then there is this "System". It just has to usurp a Man's natural Right, his natural ability, his natural know how, and reward itself by reapplying that power in manners that are unbalanced, unjust and completely non-workable. Then after the fact the people who are profiting from the employ of a "System" complain to me that their solutions are not solutions. That this disorder of affairs hasn't been resolved. Well, maybe look in the mirror Mr. Police Officer.

https://biblehub.com/john/14-6.htm

It is fairly obvious. The failure to acknowledge the Son. That is the exact problem. Everyone just wants to roughshod over him. Everyone else's opinion, feeling, false claim and desire is held in high esteem, while he is just brushed aside as not even relevant to the situation. I keep recalling a judge in court asking me: "Well how do we know that?". Maybe because I am here in the flesh and giving you truthful testimony of such?

It seems to be perfectly acceptable for false claims to be believed in an instant and for destructive actions to take place if it suits the status quo required to feed government systems that do not actually work to anyone's benefit, other than those directly benefiting off of such, but someone stating the truth in order to put everything properly in it's place for the benefit of all is not good enough.

My head hurts too much. There are things I have wanted to do. It was near impossible to even write the words to do such last month. Now after getting myself into a better position trying to coax myself into following through appropriately while doing other things I need to do, then suffering the tremendous heat here, and now... giving myself headaches on the Lieutenant Governor's page while... on top of this, I am dumb enough to allow myself to emotionally get lured into a potential woman on a dating site... (this is not the time for that, or vice versa).

I don't even want to touch on this subject without completely determining the full picture and the right course. The right words. The right return of action. Especially with certain people reading here and using the information to plot and navigate their own continued miss-conduct, but I have to ask myself: Why was my sister here with my mother yesterday? Is she controlling her, continuing to manipulate, policing her intents trying to determine if I have done something that I have all the right in the natural world to do?

Which is the exact same thing that my sister and this corrupt criminal system continually desires to withhold and fracture my person over? It is a shame that I cannot find healthier ground to pull myself up onto. This website and my ability to at least write somewhat coherently is an asset. I do not deserve to be a fractured broken person so other people can feel good about their own mistakes in life. I don't deserve to be taken by takers. My mother does not deserve to be used as a weapon against me, nor my home.

I am not the problem here. I am the one suffering the effects of the problem. Which reminds me, it was even said: "We know that you are not the problem". Which is rather interesting when you realise who they had been prosecuting and legally abusing for five years. Rather deal with the problem at hand, they weigh down the solution while the problem just gains firmer rooting. It's not anyone else that loses their life, it's me. No big deal. No sweat. Don't sweat the small stuff. Not only that, I am left tortured until the day that happen it seems.

I would attempt writing what I likely need to do right now, but it'll probably come out of me just like this post. Without the proper effect. To make things worse, even if I get it right, the entities I determined that I should write are likely to just kick further injury into me which I cannot take. It's absolutely criminal. Everyone else is served, but the actual proper solution. The only that has ever happened is the protection of those with ill intent. The protection of those seeking to miss-conduct themselves.

Cheaters, Liars, Takers, Thieves ---> Rewarded, instead of Corrected.