Hello every One and welcome to the Sensei Sean all Saturday Edition, thank King or Queen You for joining Me, You Presence is the most Treasured Gift in My House. The Sensei-Sean all Saturday Edition is the perfect day for starting this series because I believe it Will be a very interesting and useful practical series on how One should conduct their Self in Order to obtain the most favourable outcome if One is ever arrested for any reason. At this point I don’t even care if the charges are True or false because it doesn’t even Matter!!! If the police have made up their Mind they are going to arrest You, they are going to arrest You!
This pertains to My most recent unlawful arrest that occurred this past ‘Lucky’ Wednesday; and if People are thing King that’s some kind of unfortunate irony for a Man who is consistently tall King about no coincidences, it really isn’t. In fact, I Manifest My reality with such clarity and confidence that one of the things that kept Me thing King positive while I was behind bars and in chains, was that the event took place on ‘Lucky’ Wednesday. I kept wondering ‘where is the Luck in this ‘Lucky’ event?’, knowing that God never lets Me down – even this Will have Significant Purpose in My overall Quest. And… Wow, did it EVER prove to be Lucky in the end – but only at the very, very end!
When I am done telling the Story I Will reveal to You all the wonderful Ways this event proved to be Luckier than I would ever have Imagined possible, despite knowing God’s Power to consistently amaze Me intimately time and time again, God’s genius is unparalleled. The Universe has an amazing Way of lining things up that seeing God’s Plan for You is like a paint by numbers bringing a vivid oil or watercolour portrait to Life. All You have to do is pay attention to what God’s Showing You and paint within the lines. I’m not sure if that’s the best metaphor or analogy, but it Will have to do. Let’s get into it.
The first thing to note is that I was exactly where I left off in the below Post which I was preparing to publish in the early morning for the Thursday ‘Thing King’ Edition – a day that would prove to be one I would spent most of My time ‘thing King’ about how I Will Houdini My Way out of a jail cell (without painting outside the lines).
One of My Friends knocked on My door at precisely the time I was typing the last Word of a sentence, interrupting Me for Our daily afternoon walk before I even completed the sentence with a period. I’m super into fitness these days and pretty much jump at the chance to get out and enjoy the weather while it lasts. We enjoyed Our walk as usual, the weather was perfect, not too hot, not too cold, a beautiful breeze and some of the trees lining the walkways starting to turn for the new season, fallen leaves beginning to line the outsides of the path. I spend a lot of time outdoors and focused on fitness to maintain positive mental health and well being as much as possible. I also make My personal space as warm and inviting as I possibly can. In fact, Sahada the Satanic Alolo Wished to enter My apartment to take videos and photographs of My apartment while I was unlawfully detained and unable to defend My dwelling.
My Friend said to Me,
“You know, I don’t think Sahada or Sarah have ever seen inside Your apartment, have they?”
“Certainly not that I know of, not since I moved in.”
“You know, I don’t know what they would be expecting to find, but I think they would both be absolutely shocked – and not in the Way they would be expecting.”
We were tall King about this just after reading the Notice I found on My front door when I returned to My apartment after the whole ordeal was done. I had hardly been home five minutes, saw My two cats lying patiently in My hallway behind My front door. They both greeted Me with enthusiasm and affection, but no desperation or stress levels at all, they seemed completely at peace like they knew I’d be home any minute the whole time. Their food dish wasn’t even empty yet, still had about a fifth left and the water dish was almost full (they hardly ever use it, they always drink from one of the watering stations I have set up for My plants and that makes sense because it Will contain micro nutrients from exposure to the earth and Will also be dechlorinated because I distill the water for twenty-four hours for the plants). I distill the water for their water dish, too but for whatever reason they rarely drink from it. I topped up their food dish, called My Friend to let her know I was a free Man again (I’d left My phone on the counter so I didn’t have it at the time of My arrest), took a picture of the Notice taped to the outside of My front door, ripped it off and took it inside to read it more carefully. My Friend lives upstairs so she arrived very quickly, We shared Our enthusiasm for My release and return home, celebrated the well being of the cats (who equally love My two Friends, one of whom was terrified of cats before meeting mine), then We returned Our attention back to the Notice.
“You know, I’m so Lucky I made it back in time for this. I would be so furious and feel so violated. I’m also very Lucky I have such well behaved cats. I did a once over of the entire apartment and not a thing is out of place, it doesn’t look like they’ve so much as touched a plant. But You know, cats can turn a place upside down if they feel abandoned and despite being as well behaved as they are, if they get angry with Me, they Will overturn and uproot every plant just because they know I love them so much! They would piss and shit on My bed just because they know it would infuriate Me – probably on My pillow! They didn’t even seem agitated!”
“You know, I think they would be far more shocked by how beautiful Your apartment is. Your apartment is an example for other tenants. You should consider inviting them in sometime.”
This is what they would have found if they had entered My apartment without My consent or knowledge. And please don’t be too critical of the scratches on the love seat because the love seat is literally for the cats. My Friend Will confirm that if My cats don’t understand English, they are telepathic and can read My Mind. You can actually see the watering station for the plants on the table on the left, the water line can still be seen in the black trays and I haven’t filled them up yet. The three wine bottles on the table are filled with water in rotation to distill the chlorine which is used to refill the watering stations. The cats stand on their hind legs and drink from the watering stations while being very careful if there are plants sharing the space with them. They are not allowed on any surface that I can’t (or don’t) sit on and they don’t seem to break that rule and if they do (when I’m not around) they are careful enough to leave no trace behind. Even My dishes were done, My counters and stove were clean. There were a bunch of food crumbs around the food dish in the kitchen because Kingston likes to eat with his paws, fishing pieces out of the bowl and placing them in his mouth and he makes a mess of crumbs on the floor doing it. But it’s too peculiar and interesting to complain about. It usually gets recycled into the food dish if I’m around to do it. My taps in the bathroom have toothpaste splatter all over them like they haven’t been polished in months (and that would be true) and the sink had some left over foam gel dried up on the edge but even the rest of My bathroom counter was clean with My razors and everything set up very neatly, no shaving stubble left in the sink. And My bedroom is just a dresser and a bed that the cats don’t use during the day, it’s only used for sleeping and storing dirty laundry so it’s pretty much always clean. My bed was made… Not really much for them to complain about. A few rings on the windowsill where plant pots have left water marks, though I did request a small jar of touch up paint for that purpose and it was never provided to Me. They’d have to lift the plants to see any of them, so it’s not really an eyesore unless the plants are gone. My computer and phone were locked, computer with a pin number and the phone with My thumbprint. People tell Me it is strange that I use My thumbprint to identify My Self? I said it Will be the Way of the future one day and now it locks My phone. My Words Magically Manifest.
At any rate, that’s basically what My apartment looked like when My Friend and I had gone for Our walk. Just as We are returning from Our walk We round the corner of MHI’s community smoking area to find Laura the Shyster Schinck, Manon the Bulldog Bastien, and I believe there was at least one other tenant from the community there as well, though I try to avoid the Kinder Garten Gestapo like the plague, including eye contact unless necessary (like passing each other when walking through a door or something), so I really only saw them out of My peripheral vision. The center of the attract-Sean was a single, seemingly tall (I’m not sure if that’s True or just My perception at the time) Ottawa Policy Officer standing directly in line with My most natural path to re-enter My apartment who barked My name as I rounded the corner with My Friend, trademark coffee cup in My right hand,
“Sean!?”
My eyes immediately jump to the officer and I pretty much stop dead in My tracks. I can honestly tell You I did not see this coming whatsoever. I know what coming by his demeanor and tone before he says the Words, My Mind is racing, wondering what this War rant Will be for. My first thought was ‘what has Sahada done?’
“I have a warrant for Your arrest. If You move or resist Me in any Way, I Will take You down on this concrete – hard!!!”
I make sure My hands are clearly up in front of Me. “I’m not moving or resisting anything.”
In retrospect, I should have followed up with, “Please, just don’t hurt Me, I’m feeling threatened and intimidated. Just tell Me how to cooperate and I Will fully comply” Because I wasterrified – and despite how well I know the Law, I call them pigs for Good reason.
They are the only individuals I Truly fear because an unfriendly encounter with a loose cannon can be deadly – quite literally. And although that may be extreme and very rare, I have been taken down very hard by police officers several times for no reason other than ego. I legitimately suffer from what psychologists would call post traumatic stress disorder from previous encounters with police and I honestly have not an ill bone in My body for any officer of the Law who is dispensing of their duties to the public responsibly and in Good Faith and I still try to Give every officer of the Law that I meet the benefit of the doubt, hoping and Trusting they Will Honour their Oath of office. I did meet some great officers in Thunder Bay once and I Will tell that story another time, though even in that encounter it took a considerable amount of time for them to realize I’m not the criminal State Actors and other corrupt officers are attempting to make Me out to be.
The officer instructed Me to place My hands behind My back, and I did so still holding My coffee cup because I legitimately did not Wish to take a chance doing anything I was not specifically instructed to do. He placed one of the cuffs on the left wrist first, holding the wrist of My right hand with his fingers forcing some of My coffee to spill. He finally told Me to release the coffee cup and I complied immediately but he also let go of My right wrist which I had let go completely placid so that he couldn’t complain I was resisting, so it fell to My side like a limp rag doll’s arm.
“Stop resisting right now!”
Fear shoots through My body all over again, “I am not resisting, My arm fell to My side because I let it go limp for You so that You couldn’t complain I’m resisting! Please, just don’t hurt Me, I’m trying to comply. I want to comply.”
I finally managed to make it clear that I am concerned for My safety. He told Me he had a warrant for My arrest, he does not appear to have any paperwork in his hand, I am taking him on his Word, he told Me he Will take Me down hard if I resist, I am acting under duress. Make no mistake about it, that is a threat. A very serious and real threat of harm was made to Me for failing to comply with the officer’s orders.
It is absolutely critical for every One reading this to know that nothing I consent to do from this point forward until the time I am eventually released from custody is legally or lawfully binding because I am Acting under duress and have officially been kidnapped in violation of My rights. At this point, I still don’t even know what the warrant is for.
I return My right wrist as close to the position as I can recall it fell from and he clasps the right cuff on My wrist and clinches it hard – probably to teach Me a lesson for letting My hand fall limp by My side. He probably felt concerned for his safety and others in the immediate vicinity. The pain makes Me angry but I don’t say a Word about it, My counsel is with God now. ‘Whatever this warrant is for, it better be Good.’
“I am allowed to be as King what the warrant is for?”
“You were charged with criminal harassment for an incident in the community garden last year. Ring any bells?”
I am confused because this is not what I was expecting to hear. I’ve placed just about every One related to those charges on Notice for gross prosecutorial misconduct for Registry fraud. Are they doubling down on the Registry fraud and pushing the boundaries to new limits? Are they actually going to Act on a warrant that hasn’t been processed with the Court’s Registry (entered onto the official Court filing system, the official ‘Public Record’)?
If they aregoing to arrest Me off the Court of Record and bring Me before another mock Court on federal charges, they Will have no choice but to go the distance with Me because I Will not let this go! Intimidating Me with bogus charges at My home and threatening to arrest Me on bogus charges is one thing and bad enough that I would not Wish it upon any One but actually placing some One in cuffs and locking them in isolation for almost twenty-four hours is cruel and inhumane punishment. And that’s precisely why this was some kind of rash decision made by some One in panic mode and not thing King with a clear head.
‘So what is this fraudulent warrant allegedly for?’ I’m thing King to My Self, ‘did they issue a bench warrant for failure to appear?’ That doesn’t make any sense because My Notices related to the fraud are served upon the proper email address for virtualcrownottawa@ontario.ca (the legitimate email address for Crown) who receives for the prosecutor bringing the charges against Me.
“You failed to appear for prints on April 9th of this year, a warrant was issued for Your arrest.”
“Oh. Really? I don’t remember that. Was I told about it, did I agree to go?”
I’m going to leave off here for today, but that Gives You lots of reading to get Your Sensei-Sean all Saturday started with a Good Story. Did I agree to go? I recall something about prints, so I don’t doubt the officer entirely. I also recall Writing virtual Crown something about not going for prints because I don’t Wish to identify as an artificial person in violation of My Trust. I also made it clear that I would attend court as they were as King of Me to do, but only to place the prosecutor on Notice of Registry fraud if they choose to proceed with the charges off the Record. The Truth is, I didn’t go for prints because I figured they would have to be absolutely crazy to actually detain Me against My Will in relation to charges they know have not been filed with the Court. That legitimately supersedes the gross prosecutorial misconduct because the officer is not Acting in an official capacity, it is quite literally assault and battery, kidnapping, unlawful confinement and cruel and inhumane punishment. Everything they are doing to Me is one hundred percent illegal and unlawful. We have officially entered the realm of treason against a servant of His Majesty, Charles III.
