Simon was forced to help Carry the Cross.
Dear Honourable Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia,
Canada was founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God.
ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS
In 2017, Simon was the only friend that I had had who literally opened his wallet and said take whatever you need. When that began I was released from thirty(30) days in jail, penniless with no where to go. An impossible start position that could only result in the permanent loss of my Livelihood & Life. Both short term and long term.
I was incarcerated after three consecutive daily appearances before British Columbia Provincial Court Judges. During those first appearances which were my Arraignment for Trial, I was told by a Provincial Court Judge, who I was warned was a COMMUNIST by a friend of Administrative Crown Counsel, what the outcome would be.
I was told by this "COMMUNIST" Judge that I would never return home. If I am not mistaken, I was also told that I would never see my own Mother again. It seems that Judge was wrong. I am writing this open letter from Home. From my Church. From my Monastery (mono-story). It seems that after a long-hard walk that I have RETURNED.
I have so much to say
In jail, under the guise of "Mental Health", is where I wrote my very first letter to The Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia. Your predecessor. I liked her. I just came to like her. I can understand through her that the position that you yourself is beholden to is not necessarily an easy one. At least perhaps if you are of the good stuff.
In jail, under the guise of "Mental Health", my needs were not Served. The System was not capable of meeting my needs. I actually have government documentation proving such. Replicated copies are to be found on my website. The government documentation clearly states that the "System" is unable to meet my "Mental Health" requirements.
Not only that, but the "System" infringed upon my Religious Convictions as it was unable to meet them as well. I also believe that the "System" infringed upon my Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. It is not Legal to compel Testimony out of my person, against my person, against my Will. Psychiatrists where attempting to FORCE ME TO TALK TO THEM. Corrections Staff too. One of them was even very upset with me.
I had to question whether was that the Corrections Staff Member's boyfriend I just rejected. He was emotionally upset: "Why don't you talk to him? He's a really nice Man!". What that Corrections Staff Member did not understand was that there was a very sound and pragmatic reason for me not to speak to anyone. This was crucial to my person. This was absolutely necessary to Protect my Health and retain my Purity of Truth.
The files are wrong with the second psychiatrist from my recollection. An attempt was made to impose a surprise visit from a second psychiatrist after I clearly DENIED the desire, the intent, and the consent to speak to a psychiatrist multiple times on that very incarceration. I was incarcerated for attempting to Save my Life, My Truth and My Ability to Serve the Greater Good.
It is a funny thing. HIS Truth. He can be literally dying inside to tell HIS Story in the highest, most accurate, most telling manners humanly known to Man, and due to the inherent flaws in the "System" he is sent backwards at every turn. I am someone who honestly remembers being literally born. I remember my development. Does anyone really believe that I need someone to figure out what my issues are, corrupting them in the process?
Simon
I still remember telephoning Simon's house as a young boy. My very first phone call to a friend. I used our kitchen phone which was a yellow push button. In those days we only had to dial seven numbers. I still remember: 937-5***. "Can Simon come out and play with me?" I asked of his mother. Simon has a very good mother. When I was forced out of my home by the police after just recovering from nearly killing myself, and then nearly dropping dead from stress, she said that the act that had just taken place against my person system-wise was: "Unforgivable".
I appreciate Simon's Mother. Simon does not have older brothers. Simon, in spite of knowing me since I was three years old, never had the problems that I had had to deal with. I remember just as always, classic Simon, he said something really ignorant to my person in his obliviousness regarding these affairs. Usually Simon has a certain way of making comment that I cannot describe in this moment. As adults now, his Mother still gave him an earful. "How dare you say to him!" as she tore strips off him. "Spoiled!" she later explained to me deeply apologizing.
His mother understood many things. She knew. Simon, like many, has just never been confronted with these types of challenges. Which brings me again to our childhood. We had more than Simon did in material wealth. At least it appeared that way. I remember what my brother's would tell me at a young age. I remember being at Simon's, swinging in his swing in his backyard. His mother called us/him in for dinner. There was something about that that just struck me. It just hit me leaving me with a shocked feeling of being very alone in this World.
We might have had it materially better in our start in life, but there was something crucial that was missing in my family. Over the long run, Simon actually had it better. I knew then that Simon would surpass me and that there was the great threat of a later suffering to come in my life. This left me feeling very helpless and alone. It is now forty(40) years later and the best summation of what was missing can be found in the world "Love" or "God". That's not to say that either was missing in our household, but the Math was already Calculable for a little mind.
Take Whatever you Need
Simon is Married to a beautiful Wife with two Children and a House of their Own these days. You have no idea how terrible it felt to take from him. He did a lot for me. He literally Saved my Life. That is how I felt at the time. However, what Simon could not understand was how I was critically injured. No matter how much encouragement he offered in trying to see the path before me, his directions were never going to work. I simply had to many holes punched through key parts of what it takes to set course and make journey.
I had to tell Simon no more. Do not give me anymore money. I had feared that money would eventually ruin the friendship that has been a mainstay of my life since first leaving my home as a child. Unthinkable. It was unimaginable to myself prior that anything would cause me so much damage that my friendship with my very first friend in life would be terminated. It wounded my health even further just to see Simon, as I owed him. Every expectation that I would be able to pay him back at X point was ruined by more government bureaucracy.
Simon and I are talking these days, but unfortunately I am not seeing his parents. I am too much for them at their age. I have too many compounding issues that continually throw me into states of unbalance. They too have helped me. They have always helped me. They are good people. For all intents and purposes, they are life long residents of my home subdivision too. Their house was only a few years old when they bought it. I will always remember his mother telling me their mortgage payment. Simply unbelievable.
Simon's dad left me in shock in the beginning of all of this. He told that: "You never phone the police. Everyone knows that! They kill people. Never phone the police." I was shocked. So many friends have that opinion, but to hear if from a man of his generation, a man of his character, his standing, his wholesomeness, I was left in shock. Of course, I had exercised nearly every single possible option before I ever called the Port Moody Police for Assistance in matters that were so simple to resolve. "No call too small" ~ PMPD.
Simple. 2 + 2 = 4 kind of simple. Not for the government bureaucracy however.
The BC Government, The Royal Mounted Police, The Port Moody Police
Why am I writing you about Simon? Well, I know that I have the listed entities attention. I am also aware that an RCMP Member was right behind me today as I drove to Simon's House. A house on "Serf" Street. His house number bearing our year of birth. Certainly, Simon is not going to have any problems from this but I was given ever more to think about with a Member right behind me earlier on this evening. Was he there as intimidation, as a required push like I stated on The British Monarchists Facebook page?
Was the RCMP Member right behind me as an open opportunity for me to choose contact and dialogue? Was it just nothing at all to do with me? I don't know. I am not going to let it bother me, but I thought I would take the time to write. I did start writing and unfortunately I have not been able to pick up where I have left off. This is common with me. It is not because I am ignorant. It is not because I do not want to. It is simply because I am impoverished. I am not very strong in any faucet of my life at the moment.
Everything compounds. I do not take cheques from the government, an employer, or really anywhere that I can simply take for granted and count on. Instead, I have to go with the flow of an independent life. I have to paddle my own boat. I have to mend my own wounds. Patch my own holes. Find my own fish. Chart my own path. On and on and on. It can be a fun, fulfilling journey. Self-employment that is. However, with so many compounding issues, so much damage, older age, developing health issues,... it's challenging enough without such.
With the already expressed desire to better the World and the System in which we all live, little things like collecting your thoughts in order to express them coherently, clearly, *completely* and concisely can be rather challenging. I might run out of money, food, gasoline, etc. I might run out of the ability to provide for myself by expending all of my energy towards something I should in all reality freely be assisted with. Then there is actual 'Mental Health' that cannot be regular by an external person, a 'doctor', a 'bureaucrat', etc.
I am not out to hurt anyone. I am not out to threaten anyone. I am not even out for personal gain in these matters. I simply see myself in a somewhat unique position to help so many help themselves (Once again, to be Continued...).
Recipients:
The Honourable Lieutenant Governor of British Columbia
https://www.facebook.com/BCLieutenantGovernor/posts/4244195088973231
The Legislative Assembly of British Columbia
https://www.facebook.com/LegislativeAssemblyBC/posts/4244777055606286
The Mayor of Port Moody
https://www.facebook.com/PomoRob/posts/4119374981503650
Councillor, City of Port Moody
https://www.facebook.com/stevemilaniportmoodycitycouncillor/posts/969100867203681
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police (CQ)
https://www.facebook.com/cqrcmp/photos/a.972483879477290/4201017416623904/