Hello every One and welcome to the second Post for this Tuesday Tell a Vision Edition, thank King or Queen You for joining Me, Your Presence is always a Treasured Gift in My House. Well, one of the Good things that came out of My unlawful arrest is that I was found ‘not guilty’ of the crime I was arrested for, despite the fact that it was clear and obvious I had not appeared for finger prints in violation of what the police were as King of Me to do. But see, that’s the difference – the police were as King of Me to Present for finger prints and threatening to arrest Me for failure to compy which deprives Me of My right to consent to the request of My own free Will. It’s not the same as an Order from the Court, even though they Will try and convince You it is the same.
Frankly, I also think it’s a bit of a scam (deliberate, intentional, legislated scam) that the finger printing requirement is always scheduled BEFORE the first court appearance so that One does not even have the chance to question the constitutionality of the order until after the deed is done, lest they risk a warrant for their arrest. I was willing to risk the warrant because I figured they would be crazy to actually arrest Me when they are not processing their documents onto the Registry and I advised Virtual Crown that I would not be attending for prints because I do not ‘identify’ as the person on the information. Virtual Crown didn’t complain, so that is a tacitly conceding to My protest.
Despite the fact that I had agreed not to speak in the bail hearing, I almost felt as if I had! Prosecution avoided eye contact with Me which is very typical for Me in any hearing I’ve ever been to. It’s like they fear Me like the plague and focus all their attention on the presiding justice or judge trying to avoid Me. The Justice Mr. Kreling (papa of Gillian the Criminal Kreling and Supervisor of the Superior Court Ottawa?) started with everything unpleasant about the Release Order. He spoke in a tone that was (only slightly) condescending and started listing off the conditions of the Order to Release. But realistically speaking, nothing in the Release Order was at all unreasonable. In fact, if there was ever a Release Order that were a great example of a proverbial ‘slap on the wrist’, this Release Order is the closest I’ve seen (and only the second in My life, the first one I didn’t see so that’s not really saying much).
It’s very typical that if the charge involves other parties, any Release Order is going to instruct One to avoid contact with the other party – that’s pretty much just common sense and frankly why I’ve gone out of My Way to avoid the Kinder Garden Gestapo like the plague since the incident, not even knowing they were trying for criminal charges?! Honestly, I feel like I’m dealing with five year olds. I have literally not said a Word to any of these People since the incident happened with the exception of telling Laura the Shyster Schinck to fuck off one day when she walked her dog around the back of My property with her phone aimed at My balcony, obviously recording. I just walked inside My place, grabbed My own phone and started recording her. It’s so blatantly obvious that they’ve been trying very hard to provoke Me and build a case against Me, that I sometimes honestly wonder if they are so arrogant that they believe they are the only four People in the community.
It may or may not surprise some of You to know that although I do only have two very close Friends that I Trust, I am actually very well liked by most every One else in the community outside of the Gardening Gestapo and there are a lot of People in the community that feel the Way I do about Sahada Alolo and the Gardening Gestapo. I could probably count about ten People who do not Wish to have gardens because they don’t Wish to deal with the dictates of the Gardening Gestapo. They are not ‘volunteers’ so much as they are dictators to any One else who Wishes to have a plot while they take all of the best spots because… Well, because they are the gardening committee.
The only other gardens left are shitty ground plots that no One wants. No One even planted anything in the garden they didn’t Give Me, four plots remained vacant the entire season. They are not well liked at all – they discourage People from taking a plot!!! I was warned about them but believed I loved gardening so much that I would never let them get to Me. I swear part of the reason they hate Me is because I had one of the most beautiful, well kept gardens and they nothing at all to complain about. And no joke, the Man who warned Me about the Gardening Gestapo and told Me that I didn’t want the headaches that would come with it… Was the husband of Mara the Wicked Watson.
And You know, he’ll probably be pissed that I’m telling the world he told Me that, but he is an awesome fucking dude! He hasn’t been allowed to talk to Me since the whole Covid plandemic thing. I sure as shit didn’t get the bioweapon posing as a vaccine, and I wasn’t about to wear a mask. All You need is half an ounce of common sense and a grade six science level to know that warm, moist, dark environments are absolutely ideal for bacterial growth and colonization of viruses. You’ve got the perfect weave in the fabric for viruses to take hold and bind to moisture particles as You breathe in and out all day, Your fresh oxygen levels are going to be depleted because You Will be primarily inhaling recycled oxygen saturated with carbon dioxide, forcing Your heart to work harder, causing stress levels to increase, depleting immunity and making One more susceptible to such things as… Oh, right, what are We wearing them for? To protect against viruses that are colonizing in front of where We are trying to breathe fresh air. Did You know that countries who had the polio vaccine and countries that were too poor to have the polio vaccine both eliminated polio at the same time? So did the vaccine cure polio, or did Man just develop natural immunity over time and spread it to the vaccinated?
To the best of My knowledge, I have never had anything injected into Me. It was My Father who taught Me to stay away from medicine unless absolutely necessary – life or death necessary. Like, I almost ‘died’ from a bee sting when I was home alone with My Father for six months while the rest of My family was in Scotland. It was My Father who told Me that. I only remember waking up on a couch in My Father’s ‘music room’ with music playing and a stack of peanut butter, marshmallow squares on a plate and a note from My Father.
“Eat as many as You want, I Will be home soon. Love Dad.”
Apparently, I’d been out for a couple of days. I got stung by a bee and was in anaphylaxis shock. My father had rushed to the school from work to pick Me up where he found Me in the nurse’s room, unconscious but breathing. I learned all of this for the first time when he got home that day (I’d also eaten almost half the squares on the plate and it was a LARGE stack!). He was proud of Me for eating so many squares and asked Me why I didn’t finish them. He asked Me if I remembered anything and I told him no. He told Me I was stung by a bee and had reaction, an allergy to bees. He told Me that if I went to the hospital, they could give Me a shot that would make Me feel better immediately. He told Me that the downside is that My body Will never learn how to create the antibodies to fight the bee sting My Self, so I Will need a shot anytime I get stung or I Will die – and I Will need to carry medication around with Me for the rest of My life just in case I get stung again. I Will never forget this time with Him, it is the best memory I have of My Father. He was so sincere and so non judgmental.
“Sean, if You are hurting and You feel like You won’t get better, I Will take You right now, You Will feel better in an hour. If You feel You are getting better on Your own and don’t want to go, You can stay home as long as You want to get better. Are You getting better, or should I take You to the hospital?”
I knew I was getting better. In fact, I felt pretty much fine already. He let Me stay home until the end of the week and the weekend, made Me a plate of those squares every day before he left for work and taught Me how to use all of his most high tech music ‘decks’ (for lack of a better way to describe). He had thousands of records in his collection and taught Me how to record from record (LP or single) to ‘reel to reel’ audio (which is higher quality than cassette but looks like an amplified version of the same thing) and gave Me a bunch of blank reels to record on while he was away. He was so into music that he legit had top of the line stereo equipment with surround sound networked all over our house and the yard outside. I grew up listening to music almost non stop when My Father was home.
Anyway, the point is, My father taught Me the Power of natural immunity and I have always had a stronger immune system than any One I’ve met so far in life. I had ‘hay fever’ as a child, too. It was one of the only things I ever took medication for on a regular basis because it was so bad I could hardly see or breathe! But when I was about fifteen I just decided to quit taking the medication and suffer with the allergies (the medication is expensive and I was needing stronger and stronger medication). Roughly three years later, I didn’t have allergies anymore. Medication makes You weak (in My experiences).
I’ve Given blood a number of times but I honestly don’t think I’ve ever had a vaccine. I don’t have any marks on Me from booster shots or whatever it is some other People have. If I ever did have anything injected into Me, it was when I was too young to remember. My mum was the One who was with Me when they tried to twice Give Me a shot for Tetnis; once after getting bit by a dog, another time after a downhill skiing accident when I cut My head on a pole and required a few stitches. I said no to both Tetnis shots and I do remember them pushing HARD both times for Me to take it. I noticed they were directing their attention to My mum.
“Is it up to You, or is it up to Me?”, I said to My mum.
The nurse looked to My mum, hopeful. “It’s up to You, darling.”
“I don’t want it. Don’t make Me take it.”
That was the end of the converse a Sean and I Will always credit both My mum and My dad for genuinely allowing Me to have authority over My bodily autonomy My entire Life. My parents never made Me take anything I didn’t Wish to take, and to this day I rarely touch any pharmaceutical products at all – not even Asprin or Tylenol.
Anyway, I hope You enjoyed this Post because I Will confess I got a little caught up in My own nostalgia but decided to roll with it because I’m also drinking wine for the first time in… I don’t even know – Christmas, maybe. Celebrating freedom and I dare say You would, too if You had spent a night in a holding cell in the last week.
I have a ‘Fitbit’ watch now that tracks My heart rate and I’ll talk more about it in another Post but for now, I just Wish to let You know that it measures daily ‘stress’ levels based on heart rate data over time. I’ve done over ten km per day in cardio activity for the last month and no workout I have done over that time stressed My body or had more adverse effects on My physical well being overall, than spending one night in a holding cell. It took three days (so far) for My resting heart rate to return to normal levels. What does that tell You about how cruel and inhumane temporary incarceration is? The only People who should ever be subject to that kind of cruel and inhumane punishment are the very worst and most dangerous criminals in society – the pedophiles, the serial rapists and murderers. People like Me should never be subject to what I went through, and those who are should be compensated handsomely.
Speaking of which, this is about letters to the prosecutor, right? Think they Will find any One brave enough to try and best Me on a Court of Record? Time Will tell. 😉
Eating Crown for Breakfast?
I was also ‘drunk typing’ Crown which I would never normally do – it’s like ‘drunk texting’ Your ex. Never a Good Idea. However, I was drinking to celebrate My freedom and an epic pasta sauce I spent a couple hours war King on and I started thing King about how fucked the prosecutor is. I could tell him to fuck a goat and it wouldn’t hurt Me at this point. He’s going to jail if he comes to Court on September 17th.
Just for kicks. If any One thinks that they Will find a prosecutor bold enough to battle Me in Court and Give Me a name and email address for liability and accountability of the prosecutor please let Me know in the comments. My guess is he Will hope to ‘ghost’ Me until the day of the hearing, but I Will be tall King with Micheal Spratt about how to deal with that.
Love and Blessings,
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