412-2020 — [CSIS] Speech Infringement

Barely alive... blah blah

May-20 10:56 PM

Port Moody Police Officer Samantha CLEAVE; “Sam”, telephones my person, catching me completely off guard. As per a prior determined policy determined for health, legal and spiritual convictions I record everyone in certain professions. This is known to many entities including the police themselves. I explain to Sam that I had no means to record her in this instance and I wish to exit the conversation. I believe I directed her to text or email, something of the sort at some point anyways.

Quietly I noted to myself that she has now thrown my own needs to urgently take care of my own business right out the window. Something which is already in an “over-emergency” status. As I fumble for my recorder to begin recording, she says I can bring my recorder outside to speak to her there. I am just entering a full tilt and coming out of balance. I had just finally swung my mind to task after thirty hours of nursing myself, waiting to do so, and at the last minute I have to drop all of that for her. It just never ends, the inability to recover.

I note that it is dark outside, I do not trust the police under the cover of night, I am very quickly finding myself in psychiatric pain. These are people who have nearly killed me multiple times without care while terrorizing with me tremendous injustice while everyone denies any true ability for my person to deal with such. I do not trust them and I am already under the belief that I was lied to by the last “random drive by" just perhaps a week earlier. Something is up and the timing is terrible as there really are for too many variables at play.

Telephone calls

May-20 11:09 PM

There is a record of 3 second call out to my cell provider, but this does not make sense.

May-20 11:16 PM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back.

May-20 11:23 PM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back. I do not answer.

May-20 11:25 PM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back. I do not answer.

May-20 11:29 PM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back. I do not answer.

May-20 11:33 PM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back. I do not answer.

May-20 11:44 PM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back. I do not answer.

May-21st 12:00 AM

I call 911 Emergency. Something goes amiss and the call drops after 9 seconds.

May-21 12:01 AM

911 returns my call. They however are useless, just as they were when I came to aide of the guy getting mugged in an open park in broad daylight right out near an RCMP Detachment. As close as could be within sight. I could not keep that out of my mind during the call.

May-21 12:14 AM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back. I do not answer.

May-21 12:22 AM

I try 911 again, the call is 1m:22s long but they are useless.

May-21 12:23 AM

911 calls back, 18 second call log.

Counter Measures

May-21 12:25 AM

With Social Media Communications all knocked out, I start wondering if this was the real reason all three government endorsed accounts were just "banned". I cannot use it in this moment like I have in the past to lean on others for assistance in dealing with overzealous police. The previous year I commented right on The Duke of York's page as a "Top Fan" to get these police out of my home after trying everyone, including The Royal Canadian Air Force and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

After racking my brain, trying to figure out who I can call for help realizing what I time it was, the only thing I could think of was some government page I had dismissed as nonsense upon seeing it once. I did not really want to call the number for fear of rewarding something that I did not think was a truly viable solution to the reason it is offered. I phoned the number for Canada Suicide Support and Prevention. Surely someone would answer, right? Testimony was the biggest concern for me.

Telephone Calls

May-21 12:27 AM

I assume the Police of some sort call. I do not answer.

May-21 12:28 AM

I assume the Police of some sort call. I do not answer.

May-21 12:29 AM

I assume the Police of some sort call. I do not answer.

May-21 12:32 AM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back. I do not answer.

May-21 12:41 AM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back. I do not answer.

May-21 12:48 AM

Port Moody Police Officer Sam calls back. I do not answer.

RCMP Emergency Response Team

May-21 roughly 3:00 AM

The RCMP Emergency Response Team places my person into zip ties, then asks Port Moody Police if they have regular hand cuffs, as they my person into Port Moody's control. Naturally, I am exhausted and look to PMPD Officer Brian Wong, the one who just "happened" to drive by a little over a week earlier.. and I said something to him. He replied that he had come in for this. If I recall right, he was off duty.

Next, I am thrown into the back of a police car which I enter without fuss. Then I remember, who ever designed this cars needs to be shot. There is almost no excuse for the discomfort. There really isn't. It is intentional by design. They build these cars to be police cars and it actually hurts to have cuffs on too tight and in a space where a person cannot properly seat themselves.

Laying across the bench seat I look up to a PMPD card on the headliner.. and suddenly I felt duped. I am in a PMPD car, I denied the PMPD under other Arrests, insisting that the RCMP take me to their cell. Then Sam gets in the car and starts driving. I realise that I have not been read my Rights. I am tired, this was not what I needed at all. Then I note some good attributes towards the Officer driving.. before I start cracking up in the back seat.

I starting telling Sam that we have to work on our relationship... while feeling like I was going nuts for attempting to apply the humour. It just seemed so comical to me in the moment. How I feel inside about the PMPD etc. Really tired, trying to pry myself up to see where we were going.. I noted we were not going to the Police Department. The Hospital. Great, that's almost worse. They are both as bad as the other in many ways. She confirmed I think.

Arriving to the hospital I let her know, you gotta get me out of this car right away because this hurts. I know that I am no threat to her, I just need out of this awkward position right now. It's almost stupid it really is. GM, they could do better, but this is by design. Degrade you, hurt you, make you not like it which.. in a way is wrong. Sam was quick to get me out, but at the same time, it almost felt longer than it should have taken. Just protocol I suppose.

Brian assisted her getting me out. I don't care, just pull. Get me out. That was my communication to them. Just grab and pull I need out of this car like yesterday. This hurts, it is degrading, and it is damaging my ability to provide testimony and turn on the internal legal computer/recorder for the bureaucracy about to start inside.

The Royal Columbian Hospital - EMERGENCY ADMISSION

May-21 3:00+ AM

While I did note the radio communications, the mileage checks, etc. - regarding transferring a "prisoner", I was still feeling happy go lucky in outlook towards the two officers who were handling me. Out of all the Port Moody Police Officers I have come to meet, these are the two I kept in a higher internal regard. No ones perfect, we all make mistakes, we all have bad days but these earned their places for different reasons.

I didn't want to bother getting my belt out of the truck, nor my phone charger, as that likely was not going to happen even if I requested, so my pants kept falling down. Here I am with my pants continually falling down and officer holding securely on to each of my arms as I enter a hospital emergency admitting area. I have been through this enough times to understand exactly how can easily be used as weapon to conveniently incarcerate someone against their will.

I protested to both of them, there is not need for the excessive handling of my person. It is just uncalled for. It is adding burden to the dynamics that I need to attend to. Mentioning such to Sam, her defence was that I was not nice to her earlier in the evening on the phone. Well, there's argument to be made here, but continuing on with these two I finally took in Sam's soul when let it out that she didn't "trust" me. That hurt my feelings. It really did. It hurt me deeply.

In fact, that was first time I had really noted her face, her eyes, everything. It burned am impression right in that moment. I couldn't draw you sketch of her, but the eyes and the expression on the face as she stated such. I don't know why, but I think I crossed images with her in my mind with my own mother, and my god mother. There is just commonality there that needs to be processed at a later date. My mother was like that too... I don't trust you. Which has been the case for most of my life, for various reason, one of them being my eldest brother.

At the admitting counter, there were two staff members. To my right there was another little cuby-office in the distance with perhaps two or three almost feminized looking doctors almost squeezing into a corner while look back and forth at me. The typist was going to take my statements, and from personal experience after having my own words changed.... on previous RAILROADING with the Port Moody Police, I was sure to begin instructing the typist to make sure that she types my exact words and nothing else. I was to explain that My Doctor is God.

I am very tired as it is nearing 4:00am and before I can even finish my sentence in reply to the person who asked question and about to enter information into a computer I am being interrupted by the Psych Nurse beside her. He was very rude. He demanded that I look at him while I answered her question. I confirmed he was a Psych Nurse and all I could think was the who the fuck are you to demand that from me? Go fuck yourself. Was I not attacked by the last Psych Nurse and the RCMP recommended that I Charge the guy?

I did not have time, nor the energy to get angry, but this is your pathetic Fraser Health and their over-paid clowns who know nothing about many realities of life because in some ways they have it too good. Furthermore, there was a slight accent or something rather with the guy and I know he was fitting to the local population that I am from. All I could think was that you are not even CANADIAN and you want to INCARCERATE me. How much of a mess is that? I look at him and I told him that you made sure it says in that file that My Doctor is God.

This was conflict that did not start with me. It was tainted by others. My health needs in a HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ADMISSION AREA were tainted by others. Looking back towards to the cubicle-office to the right, I could see those doctors-nurses, (emasculated males), pressing themselves into a fearful corner. That just made me think of their body language as "oh my god, he's gonna to shoot everyone - ahhh..." like just a bunch of useless pansies shrieking in cowardice from a guy hand cuffed with two officers on either side who are over handling him while his pants down around his ankles... don't get too close you might get hurt.

The whole impression here is just pathetic, then there's Sam skewing my words posted to my own site. I am too tired for this, all I could do was catch her... by stating "how do you know I wrote that? Good police work". I protested the corruption of truth that they are about to enter into a computer for everyone else to follow while my REAL MEDICAL NEEDS are right out the window. I cannot take losses any further, these people are clueless to my realities. Clueless to my actually MEDICAL NEEDS right his moment. There's Psych Nurse thinking he's really tough with his attitude behind glass as I protest the corruption of Truth "Tell it to a Judge" he says... (moron).

Is this a HOSPITAL or an HOLDING TANK for POLITICAL PRISONERS ? Fraser Health is PATHETIC. EXTREMELY PATHETIC. They are just as Guilty as the Port Moody Police for MURDERING My Person. The Port Moody Police, Fraser Health and the Judicial System all engaged in FRAUD that MURDERED My Person just over four years ago. Do you think Fraser Health stepped forward when I did everything in my power to have them embrace me in an endeavor to better the Policing, Medical and Judicial Systems for every single person in existence?

How do you think about how I feel in this moment, while they decimate my chances of SURVIVAL - right here and right now in the story? These people are so inept, they are so oblivious and uncaring.... COMMUNISTS.

The Royal Columbian Hospital - MEDICAL INCARCERATION

May-21 3:30+ AM

Next we move into one of their little meeting rooms where there is almost no point in even fighting for your truth because it always the same fraud. The Physicians name was JOSH. Another clown. Yes JOSH, you another LOSER who makes too much money exorcising uncaring control over other people. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and tried to explain my Truth, my Medical needs right here in the story, I explained that My Doctor was God, and not you. You took zero interest. Your only interest was serving the needs of the Port Moody Police and the godless, corrupt, incapable, inefficient bureaucracy that pays you.

Once again, I still wanted the cuffs off my person. I am in a HOSPITAL wearing handcuffs. My Rights have not been read, I have been informed of a CRIME that I have been Charged with. No one cares for my Medical needs. They appear to care about the POLITICS of words spoken to the Entire World before the Eyes of God in this very website. Which is funny because none have cared about the Health Damage, the Depression, the Suicidal Feelings, the Financial Losses, the Losses of Acquaintances, the Losses of Truth, that the Government Endorsed Corporation of Facebook has brought my person as it VIOLATES my Constitutional Rights within Canada.

After Sam had told me that she did not trust me, and after my feelings where hurt, I had wanted her out of the room. The only thing she thing was going to serve was a corruption of the truth regarding my real world Medical needs while she maintained her presence. She refused to leave. Eventually I had to get Securities attention and ask them to assist in watching me while she left my presence. In a way I felt bad for how I might be making her feel, but this was about my real world medical needs and my truth, not hers. It's almost a corruption having the police presence in that situation. They taint the room. Sam did step out, I imagine not very far.. just outside the door out of sight perhaps.

While JOSH just decided that he knew my Medical needs more than I know them, along with my intents... filling out his paperwork and making his decisions I chatted with Brian Wong of the Port Moody Police. I asked him what his wrong with him. He's just doing his job he said in his own defence, just oblivious to any wrong that I myself might foresee. I confirmed that I was born here, and I told him that he somewhat being COMMUNIST in these action and in many that is exactly how I see the Mental Health Act. As Communism. I see the good and bad in such a thing, but for how it is applied to My Person...

You have to bear with me because the variables I am burdened with are far too complex to explain to these people who have totally different lives, totally different thinking patterns, totally different realities and it would take days of relaxed interested conversation to ever explain why incarcerating my person right now in the story could very easily make me meet my end. These people are just on a different planet. I do not have the strength anymore, there's just nothing left in me - I am literally existing in the wind.. losing more and more ground each time I just start barely recovering.. the cost to little episode to me could easily be the end of my biological existence.

I expressed to Brian that I liked him. I also told him that I wanted to kick him in the head for such. I guess I actually could have done it. Just by the way we were. I could have just attempted to kick as him as hard as I could in the temple, just as I wanted to do for the harm that they were bringing upon my person in doing this. I told him that I just want to kick you head in the head and I like you! Naturally I would not do that. It's just not me, but I am continually being assaulted through life with no reactions... except to my own person.. if you do not externalise a response, you take the burden and sure enough...

The Royal Columbian Hospital - INCARCERATED AGAINST MEDICAL HEALTH

May-21 3:30+ AM

So now I am escorted into another area of the hospital where everyone fears me and I am brought to a bed with straps. I know that if I resist it only gets worse. I also know that these people right now are causing severe MEDICAL DAMAGE to My Person and My Recovery from nearly being KILLED by these very same clowns. It is a repeating cycle. I already am DEAD. I am just attempting to BIOLOGICALLY CONTINUE as long as I can. If you knew shoes.. you would realise that was insanity on their part. This is the worst thing for My Health.

I have two Private Security which were nothing more than young, green, wet behind the ears under paid twerps. No offense, I am sure that they are good they are good geeky boys, but they are not MEN. At least not yet. Under developed. Under Learned. I did my best with them to let them know that along with everyone else, that My Constitutional Rights, My Convictions and My Medical were being violated. At least what I did with those two was demand of each of them that they look up the Constitution of their own Country. I told them to know it for themselves. I told them repeatedly to look at Section II.

Then there was the actual Medical Nurse. I am not going to say anything.. degrading. I gave her permission to take blood, and not permission to inject my person. By the end of our little dance I had told her that she was a communist. I told she did not have my permission to inject my person. I told her she was violating my medical needs. I told everyone in that room, all six or so of them attended to my person that they were violating my Constitutional Rights and that My Doctor was God, not them. Of course they all knew my needs, more than I do. JOSH, the admitting Physician made a few appearances. I have no love for that guy, go fuck yourself.

On top of that I would like to mention the woman from Bulgaria. This is totally natural for many people, I thought oh great, here she comes directly from the USSR. I am wrestling with wanting to deem her as a fully fledged COMMUNIST and at the same time trying to get myself to accept her. Bulgaria, that's not too far from Berladyn-land at some point in history. That could be Aunt Rose, but I don't want Aunt Rose having this much power over me I know I will never get anywhere with her in protest. But protests I attempted to some effect. Sure enough, strapped to a bed, protest the pills get the injection. If you respond by telling them that if you are forced you will swallow the pills, they will just tell you that if you... refuse to willingly accept.. you get injected.

You have to realise - I want to nothing to do with this MEDICAL SYSTEM because I experienced too much FRAUD that literally KILLED ME and led me to Testify in a Provincial Court of British Columbia that I have been Murdered by the State. I am deceased. Dead. They Killed Me. Murdered in the Good Name of Queen Elizabeth II. Once again, not a single entity has stepped up to assist me in my repeated desires to better these systems so that other people are not driven to walk into a car and kill themselves like I was. Not one entity wants to come forward and help empower me for the benefit of all peoples everywhere. It is just disgusting. This had nothing at all to do with my Medical needs. In fact, no one really cares about my Medical needs.

The ONLY Person who really CARED about my needs was my FATHER. It is no wonder I cry in thought of him.

The Royal Columbian Hospital - INCARCERATED AGAINST MY WILL

May-21 3:30+ AM

Now I have no means to meet my needs. I wake up strapped uncomfortably to a bed in another section of that hospital that is familiar to me. I am treated as if I might harm someone if the straps are undone. It is actually a complete disgusting fraud as you lay there listening to other patients that you really do not want to know. The only thing you can do is just be peaceful. Sleep if you can. Try not to disturb others. My real problems at this point are very pressing, but the only thing I can do is push them to the back burner.

These Medical Professionals do not realise how close that they are to just making my life end from this very incarceration. Which is almost always the case each time I was forcibly incarcerated. Each time I came out in worse shape. There is almost nothing left of me. Just to try to kick start my own machine and pull out of just never being able to even bother trying any longer, I have reached new thresholds of risk, just to try to pull myself back together, up and out of this situation. As always I am making progress it is very risky but it is working and here comes the clown show.. wanting to damage me, while ensuring that I have no change in hell.

They kill people like me. Independent people who do not live off the government like they do. They just kill them. It sounds like a strong word, but they really are communists. That is exactly what they are. The whole system is set up in a manner that... just slaughters vulnerable to people who do not fit into nice little government boxes of good wages, benefits, rights and lack of responsibility for any wrong doing. At this point in the hospital, I am just left there.. thinking how I do save myself in this situation. I cannot phone the client. He is going to hate me and think I am just too much risk, too much complexity, the material that I just paid for is going to go on a truck... just the mess...

The damage. I am in critical shape. You cannot help me. I have to do this on my own, it is the only way I recover.. and here is the medical decimating my health again.. if you know my history trying to get on my feet, you would think they were trying to murder me right now.

In December, you all enjoyed your Christmas while I just said fuck it.. I am tired of trying.. I am just going to allow myself to starve to death. I lost any muscle I had put back on. I didn't eat for over two weeks. Just by fluke, which is how really works in the real work and opportunity that I could take had come up. With that, so did my Will. I began borrowing $100 only to pay it back a few days later as $200. I had to do that continually just keep myself functioning for another few days.. till I got to this point where everything is moving forward.. only to be undone by the actual medical system and I come home to a bill for such.