Hello every One and welcome to the Super Natural Son Day Re-View, thank King or Queen You for being here, I am Honoured to have the Gift of Your Presence in My House. We’ll pick up right where We left off in Part I.
“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?”
“Well, You showed up for Court later that month, so You must have known about it.”
“Yeah, that’s True, I remember that.”
Now this Part of My Story is a little bit different because I’m going to share with You what I remember tall King to the officer about for the rest of Our encounter on the Way to the station. This is the only Part of My Story I Will tell You NOT to emulate in any Way. Don’t answer any questions at all if You can help it. The less You say the better. Confirm Your identity, birthday, address, phone number if You Wish but You don’t even have to Give that much. If they have a warrant, the warrant should already know Your name, they should already be certain it’s You and if they’re not sure it’s You, You shouldn’t be there and can keep Your mouth shut until You get a chance to call a lawyer, then take that opportunity to do so. I can virtually guarantee that the less You speak to the cops, the happier Your lawyer Will be. I know what’s going on, I know this officer is going to be in a lot of trouble when this is all said and done but despite all of that, it would still be in My best interest to say nothing!!! Talking to the cops when You are detained is never going to help You. The only exception is if they threaten You in any Way. If they say, ‘You don’t cooperate with Me and I’m not going to let You call Your lawyer until You do…’, well THEN You cooperate and let the lawyer know You were under duress because he was threatening to extend Your time in jail if You did not agree to waive Your right to remain silent.
I’m really confused now because he knows that I have appeared for Court, and the first Court appearance was after I was allegedly scheduled to go for prints. That means that if the prosecution Wished to say something about Me not attending for prints, he would have been as King for a warrant for prints that day! He’s not just going to say nothing about not showing for prints when he can add another charge?! Remember, prosecution’s job is to make Me look as irresponsible and criminal as possible. Prosecution barely spoke that day. I also clearly remember calling both the Justice and the prosecutor a couple of ‘criminal freaks of fucking nature’ and screaming it rather loudly when I finish telling the Justice that the entire thing is proceeding ‘off the Record’, otherwise known as ‘Registry fraud’ and she responds with,
“Okay, We’ll set up a JPT so that You can tell all of this to the Judge at the next hearing.”
I’m reporting it to a Judge right now because I Wish for the gross criminal malfeasance and prosecutorial misconduct to stop TODAY!!! Now You are telling Me You are going to schedule ANOTHER fraudulent JPT ‘off the Court of Record’, too? And that is when and why I called them a couple of criminal fucking freaks of nature. Not one of them even requested for Me to Mind My language. Still believe this is a ‘real’ Court and not a mock court attempting to railroad a Man? If You are thing King this is just a fantasy fable of fiction, listen to the first appearance hearing Your Self.
Anyway, I don’t bother saying anything else about what I remember, I just turn the question back on him again.
“Did I agree to go for prints at any time?”
Of course, he doesn’t answer but he doesn’t seem as confident, either. Not a big change, but a subtle shift in his demeanor. He’s still tall King to Me like a dick who wants conflict but when We finally get to his cruiser I am surprised to find it empty. Where is his partner? Usually they Wish to Give the impression that I am a very dangerous Man. I don’t think there has ever been a time I’ve been arrested by less than three officers as an adult. As a young offender, not less than two. They partner together for a reason, they are to have the other’s back. One supports the statements of the other. Three is better than two, four is better than three, six is awesomeness because it’s six to one odds they can fabricate a better story about how violent You were to justify their assault and battery of Your character.
He opens the door and actually takes a step back, telling Me to step in. He Gives Me lots of room, doesn’t push Me down into the vehicle, doesn’t try and rush Me (things are more difficult in cuffs than One might imagine). I can feel My right hand going numb and the right cuff is still biting into My wrist, but he didn’t ‘Man handle’ Me in any Way after the initial arrest and Gave Me comfortable, reasonable space to move around him.
He starts as King of Me basic questions like My first and last name and I immediately respond with, “Lawyer. I don’t talk to cops.”
“That’s a US thing, it doesn’t apply here, but okay.”
That’s absolute bullshit, the right to counsel applies everywhere because no One can speak for them Self when behind bars.
“I’ll Give You space to speak to a lawyer when We get to the station. Do You have a lawyer?”
“No, I don’t have one retained, but I do have one in Mind I Wish to retain.”
“Do You know his name?”
“No. Michael something. But I have a semi-photographic memory. I’ll remember it if I see it. Can I use Google? I can find it soon enough on Google for sure. He has a podcast, well known (and respected) by the courts.”
He just shakes his head and tells Me they have a list of every criminal lawyer working in the City of Ottawa and I can pick anyone I Wish. This is also a strategy I have been war King on because I have prepared a contingency plan with two of My Friends for exactly this potential situation. The plan was off to a Good start because one of My Friends was with Me at the time of My arrest, and I knew she would be on the phone with My other Friend soon if not immediately to tell him what has happened. My greatest worry was that they would try something like this and My Friends would have no Idea where I am (which is why this was as Good a start to the contingency plan as I could hope for).
One of the reasons the police and State Actors are doing all of this is because they know I know the Law and how to defend My rights very well. They know I don’t Trust lawyers or ‘the system’, so they presume I am going to tell them I’m a King and they can’t do what they are doing because they don’t have authority or jurisdiction – which is absolutely True. But I know that’s why they are doing all of this off the Record with intent to gaslight everything I say that happens to be True. I’m never going to be in a legitimate Court. They Wish to take Me down in a mock court to railroad Me with no accountability just to gaslight Me and cause Me to question everything I believe to be True, cripple My confidence.
So when I tell the police officer that I’m not interested in tall King and Wish to speak to a lawyer, I could tell he was ‘feeling Me out’ to see if I had actually considered hiring a lawyer and was serious – because that Will be a problem for them. Me, they can railroad – whose going to know or care? The Deputy Minister of Justice knows all of this is going on and has nothing to say about it, why shouldn’t they believe they can act with impunity?
I did tell him that I’m not worried about the charges. I even went on to tell him what I did remember about the first appearance. Keep in Mind, all of this I am paraphrasing as best as I can from memory, so nothing Will be exactly accurate and probably nowhere near the correct order of the actual conversation.
“I don’t remember ever saying I would ever go for prints. I do remember the first Court appearance and telling the Judge that everything being done to Me was being done off the Court Registry which is known as Registry fraud and a very serious offense. I’m not sure if I mentioned anything about why I didn’t go for prints but I know one of the reasons is because I don’t Wish for You to confuse Me with an artificial person. There is only One of Me and I don’t spell My name in all capital letters.”
I say this to him as I am looking at his computer screen and reviewing the information he is acting on which does not appear to be a warrant – it appears to be a copy of the fraudulent information not processed onto the Court Registry. I can see the file number on the screen and know it’s the same one I did receive containing the youth offender Record (not admissible in an information and a mistake a federal judge would not miss reviewing an information before processing onto the Registry – the information would be rejected which is what I believe actually happened). Now they are trying to proceed with federal charges under provincial court jurisdiction off the Court of Record (again).
He starts the usual game. “But this is You, though, right?”
“No, that’s the problem, sir. That is not Me, I’m sitting in the back of Your car and I don’t Spell My Sacred Calling Given Me by God in ALL CAPITAL letters.”
“So who are You, what is Your name?”
“Sean Stephen von Dehn’, upper and lower case Spelling.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t make a difference.”
“Oh, really? Great, then can You change it because I just find that Spelling really offensive and there is copyright protection on it if You are using it for commercial purposes which is a violation of My Trust in God. That’s on Record with MOJAG, though, so I guess You already know that.”
“No, I can’t change it and it really doesn’t make a difference. Are You one of those sovereign citizens or freeman on the land People?”
I laugh because I’ve heard this one so much. Just so You know, if You say yes to either one, both are classified as terrorist organizations by CSIS (Canada’s Secret Intelligence Service) and You are NOT going to be doing Your Self any favours.
“Uh, no! Thank You very much but please don’t ever try to associate Me with any ‘sovereign citizen’ or ‘freeman’ bullshit, okay? The People of Canada are Sovereign in our natural state of being and the natural person in its natural state is expressed in upper and lower case letters. I’m not an ‘artificial’ legal person, I am a ‘natural person’ in Law. And I happen to be Acting in My Sui Juris capacity in Honour of My Oath.”
“You have an Oath?”
“Yup. Don’t You? Are You Acting on Your Oath today?”
“What’s Your Oath?”
“Same as every other Canadian citizen.”
“Canadian citizens don’t swear an Oath.”
“Seriously? Both My parents were immigrants and I helped My mum study for her citizenship and watched her take her Oath. Every person born in Canada is presumed to have made the same Oath by Way of naturalization.”
“Really? So what is it?”
“I swear (or affirm) that I Will Honour His Majesty, his heirs and successors, the Constitution of Canada, and uphold the law to the best of My ability, so help Me God. Does that sound familiar?”
He says nothing.
“Yours is almost the same as the citizens Oath. The beginning is exactly the same, but after the constitution bit, You go on to say that You Will discharge Your duties to the province, municipality and public to the best of Your ability, so help Me God…. Or something very close to that.”
He’s become considerably quieter and not as King any more questions.
“Well, just so You know, the Style and Spelling of the person on Your information isn’t the only problem. You also have the wrong birthday.”
“What do You mean? What’s wrong with it?”
“I wasn’t born on May 6 and if You’d filed this information with the Court, You would have to proceed against an actual person and I don’t believe there is any One in the system that spells their name that Way, or with that birth date – so You obviously didn’t check the identification with the Court Registry before You proceeded with the charges, did You? You’re also not allowed to include a youth offender Record in an information unless it’s within five years of the last offense or used at the time of sentencing and only if the youth offender Record is relevant to the charge(s).”
Now he’s very quiet. “I thought You said You don’t talk to police.”
“Yeah, that’s True. I don’t answer questions. I just like to talk. I know I should shut up, but I also know there isn’t anything I could say that won’t make what You are doing highly illegal and Registry fraud. Now You are complicit with Registry fraud, congratulations. Sorry, I Will shut up now.” And I think We both stopped talking around this point.
But I could tell his temper was flared. He got onto the ramp for the freeway and literally floored it!! Sixty to 140 in about five to ten seconds at most, just flying by the rest of the traffic on the freeway, weaving in and out of traffic like I was in a high speed chase. Cars were trying to get out of his Way! He stepped on the gas so hard, I was pressed back into My chair so I couldn’t lean forward anymore, the cuff on My right arm hitching another notch deeper into My skin than it already was, My hand now numb and slightly purple. He eventually slowed down a little, but hovered between 130km/hr and 140km/hr the entire Way to wherever the downtown holding cells are.
When We finally arrived at the station he seemed to have cooled off a bit. I told him the cuffs were a little tight if he wouldn’t Mind loosening them a little for Me. He said he’d be there in minute and left the vehicle, hit a button on the wall or something then came around to the back of the car to let Me out. He opened the door and gave Me plenty of space to get out on My own. Once I was out he asked Me which wrist was too tight,
“Both, but the one turning purple is the one I’m complaining about.”
He did actually loosen both a little but enough to not be cutting into My skin anymore and for the circulation to return to My right hand.
“Have I resisted You in any Way?”
“No, not so far – but You did tense up when I grabbed Your wrist.”
“Have You looked in a mirror? Who wouldn’t tense up with some One like You grabbing their wrist? Do You really think I’m going to resist some One with all the weapons and armour You are equipped with? Seriously, dude. I just want to see a judge as fast as I can so I can get out of here.”
“You’ll see a judge tomorrow, I’ll get You a phone call to Your lawyer as soon as We get You booked in.”
That’s where I Will leave off for this segment. Next We’ll talk about booking Me in, the call to the lawyer, and what’s it’s like to spend the night in a holding cell. Although it feels like jail and I may even refer to the holding cells as ‘jail’ in this retelling of My Story for the dramatic effect, any One who spent the night in that holding cell who heard Me telling People I spent the night in a ‘jail’ would basically make fun of Me. Some would even get angry and offended because they’ve done real time in jail. Not the same thing.
I was in the legal equivalent of limbo. I’m in a shitty place, arguably worse than actual jail because it is solitary confinement, there’s no walking around, no ‘free time’ outside of the cell, and anytime You are outside of the cell, You are cuffed and shackled. It is truly horrible – but it’s temporary, it’s short term and You Will either go to jail, or go free. You still have hope.
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