PROLOGUE - THE GUARDIAN

“That all men are by nature equally free and independent, and have certain inherent rights, of which, when they enter into a state of society, they cannot, by any compact, deprive or divest their posterity; namely, the enjoyment of life and liberty, with the means of acquiring and possessing property, and pursuing and obtaining happiness and safety.”   

Thomas Jefferson

To Whom It May Concern,

My basic human rights have been taken away from me without merit, trial or jury.  Prior to the events mentioned herein I thought I lived in a free and democratic country.  I have unfortunately found out that all our freedoms can be taken away with just a stroke of a pen.

I am currently seeking legal counsel to regain my freedom, financial independence, restitution of reputation, personal and financial, along with compensation for financial losses and the pain and suffering many of us have endured. 

Following are details of my particular complaints:

TO LIST A FEW

·        Intimidation and unwarranted control by (Center for Addiction and Mental Health, Toronto, Ontario (CAMH),  Toronto police and the Ontario Public Guardian 

·        Discrimination due to being labeled incorrectly with a mental disability

·        Loss of income and potential

·        Invasion of privacy

·        Loss of reputation

·        Loss of all personal property and material possessions

·        Loss of my financial freedom and independence

·        Anxiety and depression

·        Loss of enjoyment of life

·        Alienation of family and friends

·        Harassment and illegal procedures from the BANK OF MONTREAL

·        Confinement against my will

·        Loss of self-esteem and self-confidence

• During the spring of 2007, after professional consultations, it was confirmed that I was misdiagnosed as having bi-polar disorder.

• June 21, 2007 I voluntarily admitted myself to CAMH (Center for Additions &  Mental Health), Toronto, Ontario, in order to be medically supervised while weaning off of drugs that were adversely affecting my physical and mental health.

• The admitting psychiatrist and my attending psychiatrist at CAMH were in agreement with the misdiagnosis.

• During my stay, my attending psychiatrist left for vacation for one month and my file was given to Dr. Joel Jeffries.

• June 29^th I attempted to leave the facility.

• During my attempted departure I was shocked to find that the doors were literally locked on me and I was put on a Form 1 by Dr. Joel Jeffries, whom I had met briefly on two prior occasions. (see below)

FORM 1 

• I was informed that legally they were allowed to hold me for 36 hours and if I were to leave the premises I would be arrested.

• I attempted to contact PPAO (Patient Advocate Services) but my calls went unanswered.  I was at this point extremely distraught and frightened.

• On July 3, 2007 I again met with Dr. Joel Jeffries.  In order for me to be released, I was told by him that I must sign a form entitled “Certificate of Incapacity to Manage One’s Property”. 

• My credit rating at the time was excellent. I had previously owned two real estate properties that were very profitable.  I had been employed steadily most of my life and had earned an excellent reputation and income.  I was 48 years old and had taken excellent care of myself financially since I was 17.  I also still had substantial savings in investments.  None of this was ever discussed or verified.

• At this point I was under extreme duress and anxious to regain my freedom.  I was given no alternative and signed the form.  At no time was I explained as to the reason or repercussions of signing this form nor was I ever given any information of what my rights were. I have subsequently found out that according to the Mental Health Laws my rights were extremely violated. 

• August 1, 2007 I rented an apartment from Dominec Manicapelli.

• I subsequently purchased this profit generating income property which included three other rental units.

• June, 2008 I was informed by Dominec Mancapelli that the Bank of Montreal was beginning foreclosure proceedings on my property. The mortgage at the time was in arrears less than one month. I had been awaiting funds.  Mr. Mancapelli also told me that the bank was investigating me for fraud!

• Not long after I received a letter from Rubenstein, Siegel, BMO’s lawyers confirming part of the conversation I had with Mr. Mancapelli, that foreclosure proceedings were being initiated. 

• I had several meetings with my Bank of Montreal’s Branch Manager, Aicha Saludars, during the month of July. 

• After much harassment, I signed a listing agreement with Ms. Saludars’ recommended real estate agent, Oscar Vidal-Calvet, Century 21 Brown Limited, Bloor W.

• During this month all outstanding monies were paid in full.

• Aicha Saludars verbally gave me  authorization to skip my August mortgage payment as she was given proof that I was awaiting funds and that there could be a slight delay.

• Not long after Ruberstein, Seigel, BMO’s lawyers withdrew fees associated with foreclosure procedures from my account without my consent.

• My bank account is frozen for the third time in the past month. 

• I attempt to find legal counsel.  Coincidently, I am contacted by a lawyer Marvin Barkin, Q.C. who informs me that he has heard of my dilemma. 

• Mr. Barkin informed me that my situation is “bizarre” and that BMO is acting illegally.   He recommends I cancel listing with Oscar Vidal-Calvet because of undue pressure to sign the listing agreement, find a new agent and also recommends that we not take legal action against the Bank of Montreal as it would be very costly.

• I canceled the listing on July 15, 2008

• I signed a new listing agreement with Robert Barkin, Marvin Barkin’s son, July 22, 2008

• September 19th, another letter is sent out by Rubenstein, Siegel stating I am in default of my mortgage for August despite the fact that I was verbally given a “mortgage holiday” by Aicha Saulders for this month.  

• They inform me that if they do not receive immediate payment for arrears, legal costs, full payment of line of credit and BMO Master Card outstanding balance, they will commence foreclosure procedures on my property within ten days of date of letter.

• Coincidentally, I receive a letter from the Ministry of the Attorney General dated September 19, 2008 informing me that I am a ward of the state and they are my trustees and are responsible for the management of my financial affairs.

(Note: I subsequently found out through Mr. Mancapelli that BMO was aware in July that the Ministry of the Attorney General, Office of the Public Guardian and Trustee had taken over my financial affairs.  I was only made aware that the Public Guardian was involved late September 2008, three months after the bank knew!)   

• Early October I received a visit from Zoltan Fekete, Investigator for the Public Guardian. He intimates my common-law spouse and me by flashing a badge and orders my spouse out of the room and questions me regarding my rental income property.  He also requests documentation which I refused to give.  He takes pictures of every room of our home and advises me to contact Karen Mcduffee, Senior Client Representative, Office of the Public Guardian and Trustee.

• I met with Karen Macduffee mid-October.  She advised me that due to the length of time since I had signed the form the only recourse I had was to obtain a “Capacity Assessment”.   I was responsible for locating the psychiatrist and I was responsible for any costs incurred and that their court would decide my case.

• I informed Ms. MacDuffie that I would seek legal counsel with the intention of suing for the damages I had already incurred.

• I also advised her that any further correspondence with me must be in writing or through electronic mail.  This request has been ignored. On several occasions (prior to and since) Ms. Macduffee has withheld or changed information given to me verbally.  

• Later that month I received a call from my real estate agent, Robert Barkin, who advised me that Mr. Fekete informed Mr. Barkin that he was no longer our listing agent and if an offer were to come in it would not be considered. The Public Guardian was now responsible for the sale of my property.

• Shortly after, while I was out, Sergeant Mcginnis of 22^nd division, Toronto along with two other police officers and a nurse knock on our door.  Despite my spouse's insistence that I am not at home, they search the apartment from top to bottom for me with flashlights.  Sergeant Mcginnis has a taser with him.

• I later find out from my tenants’ that police officers had previously been to our residence in search of me.

• I also have been advised that Ms. Macduffie has been forthcoming with misinformation and innuendos regarding my private financial affairs to family members and tenants.

• My parents have asked her for information and are told she can not divulge this due to privacy laws and that they have no rights regarding my situation.

• Late November I find three letters addressed to “Occupant” signed by Karen Mcduffee, which were inadvertently placed in our personal mailbox, demanding that the “Occupant” of each unit is ordered by law to remit rental cheques to the Public Guardian.  No notice was given to me.

• I subsequently find out the Public Guardian has the legal authority to send police to the door and hold me in a mental health facility, force medication on me, and divert my funds as they see fit.  This caused us great anxiety. We felt it was no longer safe to remain in Ontario and left the province. 

• We are now residing in Nova Scotia living on social assistance.

• I have subsequently learned through family members and Robert Barkin that The Bank of Montreal has foreclosed on my income property and that all our personal belongings and documents have been confiscated from our home.  

• Since I have been in Nova Scotia the only contact I have had with the Public Guardian is a list of thousands of dollars charged to me for their services and a list of some of the rents and other monies, including a substantial income tax refund they have collected on my behalf.

• My rental property has been grossly mismanaged and the fees to do so are being deducted from the monies collected. 

• I have had no correspondence whatsoever from them regarding the result of the foreclosure of my income property nor what has happened to my possessions.

PERTINENT DETAILS FOLLOW.

CONTINUED

TABOO TALES

INTRO: AARON RUSSO         U2:  BAD

CONTINE TO CHAPTER 1 - REAWAKENING

WIRED

Hi Janet,

We are staying with some friends. But the person who owns the home has to return back home early from Florida, due to financial reasons. Like who now a days isn't having problems. Not too many, unfortunately. There will be no room for us once he returns and we are looking for temporary accommodations until we can get settled. That is why it is very important that we get some money by Friday. There are quicker ways of getting the money to us, i.e. wiring funds. It costs some money but it is better than not having a place to stay. If you could wire money or a get money order from Money Mart (have an account with them) and courier it so we will receive by Thursday, it will save us from having to beg, borrow or steal. Believe it or not. I had a hard time cashing the Postal money order. Long story I will tell you one day. Quite funny and not I might add. Al's family are all in Toronto and have a house full.
Bye for now
let me know what you can do?
love
lesa, al and T2


Hi Lesa,

Will check into wiring it to you by Western Union and let you know. But Lesa I have to ask, then what?  Have you looked into getting money from the government, see the below info that Karen sent to me on your behalf.  She can help you or as she suggested I could do it for you, that is of course if you want, because after this check there’s no more and I can’t bear to think what will happen next....................... You must be exhausted and I can’t help but think you want to have it settled. Let me know if I can help.
Janet


Hi Janet,
I can generally say that all provinces do have a form of social assistance that she can apply for. I don't know if they have a residency requirement or will be very detailed about her assets and the situation with the house and rents etc. We can certainly verify any information that they need. I can also try to complete the application if they will let me do so over the phone and by fax but I would need to know where Lesa is and the details of where she is staying etc. There are also shelters. Her best bet at finding out about the local resources is to start with a government agency and they can direct her from there even if it isn't the correct one. Or have her go to the city hall. etc. I can certainly Google some resources but again I would need to know where she is. You could also do this if she will tell you.
thx
Karen



Janet,
That is exactly what they would like me to do is give in. Then what kind of case would I have against them? Janet, I am begging you to please listen to me. Have you checked out any of the information I sent you regarding the organization that Karen works for? It is a racket. I want you to understand that I sincerely do believe that Karen does not know what she is involved in. I have told you this over and over again.

And I sincerely want you to know that I do think that you think you are helping and you do not know what you are getting involved in.

But at the same time Karen has done a lot of shady things. She has not been honest and perhaps this is her job? These are the rules she must follow. Her email is far from being helpful.

I hope you are starting to see the light.

The situation is very complicated. Perhaps it is one that only once you are involved in can you understand unless you investigate for yourself.

I have given you a lot of information. Perhaps more then anyone can easily digest.

The book that I am writing will explain exactly what happened to me, step by step. For some reason I always knew I would need this information.

And my story is far from unique, unfortunately, I have been told.

It is exhausting also trying to defend yourself against this system, especially when you have to fight with your own family. I do not want to fight, I want you to understand. Put yourself in my shoes.

I have all supporting documentation from the time I entered CAMH. I have names and organizations that I have been in touch with.

I do not need Karen's help. Even though I am owed a lot of money by the government, I do not want their help. Look what the Guardian has done for me so far. Doesn't look too good to me.

There is so much I can say, but I would think the only way you will understand it is if you will read a blow by blow account to what has happened to me. I will send you my book and then you can make your mind.

I am example of what happens once your rights are taken away. And Janet to be locked up against your will, to have your bank account and home confiscated, does not sound like the system is looking after me. Can't you see this?

I have always looked after myself.

I am hoping my family can recognize that I have been nothing but be an honest and upright person all my life and having to beg is very difficult for me.

I am hoping my family will finally see the truth to what has occurred.

Forget any blame, just please try and work together. Because what has happened to me can very easily happen to anyone else and does all the time.

Do you really want your sister to live in a shelter? Do you not think perhaps think that would be my worst nightmare? Do you think I want to collect their lousy $1000 a month disability cheque and give up on myself. Because that is what happens to people. Try living on a $1000 a month. Good luck. I would prefer not to be here. If I give up on myself then how will I ever be a happy?

Janet, both Al and I are very talented. We have a lot of skills. But we have been screwed and it is about time that people understand what so many people are against. It is easy to blame others on the circumstances they have been dealt. That is the way the systems works. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

I hope you can understand this and if you want to give up on me that is your right, but I am not.

I refuse to be a victim.

I know you want to help and since you really do, what I need from you is your understanding.

If you want to help me then listen to reason. Because that is all I have been trying to tell you.

Stop listening to the bullshit that my so called guardians are giving you. Please. It is hard enough to go through this. But to have to keep on defending myself when I have done nothing wrong truly gets exhausting.

All I am asking for is a loan and the money Carol said she would send? Isn't it awful that the whole crux of this comes down to money? That is what all this bullshit is about. It is exhausting to feel like your own family thinks you are taking advantage of them and that is honestly what I feel like. Like I have to defend myself because what has been dealt to me.

I am so tired of this.

Please see some reason. How much more proof do you need?

bye for now
love
lesa, al and T2


Hi Lesa,

I hear you and I am trying very hard to understand and to do the right thing by you. I don’t pretend to know all the ins and outs of how our government systems work , the only thing I know is that I don’t want to see you end up in a shelter either, so that is why I am saying it is your right to collect money from the government that you rightfully deserve, that you have paid into all your life and if it were me I would much rather take their lousy $1000 a month than I would taking it from my parents retirement funds, I know that you desperately want to repay that money back to them but how can you be certain that you will be able to do that. There are no more checks coming after this one. Mom and Dad only gave me the two of them to give to you and that’s what really scares me. What will you do when this last $1000 dollars is gone? I don’t want to argue with you either it’s pointless; we just go round and round in circles. I am trying very hard to understand everything and I am on your side.

I went onto the Western Union website and I can wire the money over to you today. I just need your address again, I must have deleted the one you sent with it on it. I believe how it works is that I give them your address and then they will wire it to the office nearest to you. The only thing that they stress is that you have to have a government issued photo ID. So if you have your passport or your health card with your photo on it that should work. If not let me know and I will have to send a money order again. What was the problem with that last time?

Let me know which way you want me to send it.
Janet



Janet,
One day this will all make sense to you. To go into all the details now would be impossible for me to do. There are a lot of lessons that we all need to learn. My book is nearly finished. I may even be able to get a rough copy out before we have to leave here. The book explains many things and hopefully once you read it you will see just exactly what is going on but I will tell you one thing. The root of evil is money. Unfortunately, in order to survive, this is the threat held over our heads. If you think that you do not want to see Mom and Dad lose their retirement savings, imagine how we feel. If this was not totally necessary, we would not ask. As for repaying them, I have no doubt, that this will not be a problem. We have to start trusting each other. That is all.
Lesa


Before you leave? I thought you liked it there and that Al had a job and that you wanted to settle there, that is what the money is for. I’m confused?
You didn’t answer if it was OK to wire the money, do you have photo ID, I would hate to send it and you not be able to get it?
Let me know?

OK, I misunderstood, that’s all, why do you always have to jump down my throat. I will send the money today.
Janet


Janet,
I am not jumping down your throat. Please understand that. I am telling you the truth. That's it. Do try and understand why this is so exhausting? It is ok to misunderstand. But please don't get mad at me for trying to get my message across. It helps nothing. Please call a truce. This is getting to be ridiculous and don't get mad at me for pointing out the truth.



OK – Truce called!!
Janet



Thank God!!!
And please don't get mad at me for that one... lol
Lesa



OK – now you’ve made me laugh.
Janet

Good, it's important to have a sense of humour through these trials and tribulations.
Lesa

February 4, 2009 LAST BLIZZARD?

February 4, 2009

Last Blizzard?

Today I’m sitting in front of a kindling fire with Gaelic music in the background. The room I’m in is filled with floor to ceiling windows that look out to a forest and arbours with fresh fallen snow all around. I am feeling peaceful for the first time in weeks. My heart is beating a steady beat to the music. I’m weary but a good weary.

Al is shovelling another 20 cm of snow with our new friend, Rowan. Destiny brought us here. This we don’t doubt. Tee knows it too. As soon as we arrived he peed in our bedroom, marking his spot.

I now know the feeling of being homeless, penniless and ostracized by most. I know the fear of not having a roof over my head in the middle of winter.

We arrived here by the skin of our teeth. Once again just in the nick of time. We had to pawn our $5000 camera (our eyes) for $550 which paid for our cheap motel room for less than a week. We used the rest for some boxes of Kraft dinner and some sandwiches, a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes a day. I felt some guilt about the un-necessities but they helped me cope. The fear of losing faith was what worried me the most.

No, it’s not possible that we came all this way with no way out.

I have been waking up every morning for I don’t know how long now, since before we left Salmon River Drive, with anxiety and dread of the next disappointment and feeling that no one would help us. But each day we would encounter one good soul or another and that gave me hope.

My new friend Josephine has inspired me often. Talking to her has made me even more determined to fight this fight. What has happened to us must be exposed one way or the other.

There is too much injustice in this world to just let it go. Now I know I have to bring this to the media’s attention. Also that there is safety in numbers and the more ways to get the story out the better. That is one of my missions in life. Somewhere along the line I asked for it and in order to do so I guess I had to live it first. It had to get to rock bottom in order for me to shed some light.

This is not a matter to take lightly. Widows, children and the so called mentally unstable are being swindled and violated of all their rights. We can no longer turn a blind eye. We can no longer lock away what we perceive our problems to be because one day it will be you or yours who will be treated as if you or they don’t matter.

What kind of world is this? Wasn’t the message to love thy neighbour and do on to others as you would wish others would do on to you?

I wonder what happened to those messages? They got lost with all the brainwashing advertising perhaps? Because I certainly don’t recall the message being lock them away, take away their rights, and profit from it to boot. Is that what so many in the world now think is right?

I’m also so tired of trying to defend my family. Having to beg Carol to send me the money she owed me and at one time told me she would save it for me for a rainy day was nearly too hard to bear. Well it wasn’t only raining, there was a blizzard outside and she ignored my call for help.

Having to ask a second time and having her chastise me, insinuating that I owe them for locking me away, packing up my possessions, makes me feel very heartsick. Anyway you know the story by now. But it reared its ugly head once again. Just imagine, they were doing me a favour. I am so angry I could spit.

Well yesterday I finally received the $400 which brought us here. So maybe there will be justice after all? My scrapbook business has finally paid off and also the engagement ring Doug gave me.

I know this story may not be believed but this is the truth. This ring mysteriously appeared two times in my life. I had not worn the ring in years but one day I found it sitting on top of my kitchen counter. I had always kept it in my jewellery box so how it got there is still a complete mystery to me. The second time I had no doubt. This was definitely a sign for me. When Al and I were settled in High Park and all the boxes were unpacked I looked for the ring and could not locate it anywhere. I searched for it quite a few times and had assumed it got lost while in storage. Anyway during the beginning of our financial woes it mysteriously reappeared and of all place, in my jewellery box! We thought at the time that it was a sign to sell it then to help us out of our temporarily (or so we thought) tight spot. We had it appraised and when we did not get a half decent offer we held on to it and brought it along this part of our journey.

We had been using it as a damage deposit for our last motel room but when we were totally without funds decided that we should try and pawn it. We went to a nearby pawn shop and offered $400 for a ring that was recently appraised for $4000. Trust me diamonds are not good investments, another media lie. I decided to call jewellers to see what they would offer and found one who thought it was worth $600 or so. This would buy us a little more time to try to find some shelter.

I had been emailing shared accommodations and there were a few within our extremely destitute budget. We at least would have shelter for the month. Unfortunately, when we met the jeweller that afternoon he was not interested because there was some damage to the setting. We still had the $400 offer so that would leave us with $800 and absolutely no way to get any additional funds in the short term that we could think of.

When I got back to the motel room there was an email waiting for me from hands2wood telling us that the room was still available. Great! It was listed at $400 so if this worked out we had a month to come up with something.

As I was reading his email Rowan called. We ended up chatting for quite a while. He had me howling with laughter at times. Can we see the place tomorrow I asked? There was a blizzard coming in so he advised against it.

Both Al and I woke up the next morning with the same idea. We must see Rowan today as the cost of one more night in a motel room and we may just be doomed. We needed to pawn the ring, cash the wired money order and get over there and pray that he liked us and we could stay.

I called Rowan and let him know we were willing to brave the storm and not to be alarmed when he saw us with our luggage. We were not just moving in on him. Little did he know or so we thought at the time.

So Al, Tee and I headed over to the pawn shop. When we got there the guy takes a second look at the ring and decides it is only worth $250 and does not really want it. I tell him we will take the $250 as this is a matter of us having a roof over our head. Now we have $650 plus the $60 deposit which we will need for cab fare.

We finally arrive here in the blizzard and the taxi can not make it up the long snow filled drive way. It takes Al 20 minutes to schlep all our luggage through the snow. He leaves Tee and I to get acquainted with Rowan and for the first time ever Tee pees in the house and right in front of Rowan. I feel devastated. This does not make us look good.

I have no idea how we are going to explain our predicament to Rowan. If we do not get this place we are doomed. Rowan asks me what brought us here. He hears the quiver in my voice and mentions it. So I begin to tell him our story.

Well as you can tell we are still here. The rent is now $600 as there are two of us but Rowan is kind and is allowing us to stay and takes $400 for the room in order for us not to be totally broke. We will owe him the rest. He also has some possible contacts for my legal issues and perhaps knows people who can find us some work.

Al and I just cooked a pot roast that we all enjoyed. Right now I’m sitting in front of the fire and Al and Rowan just came in from the cold after having a cigarette.

There are many things I could tell you about the four of us getting to know each other. The spot we are in and Rowan are fascinating. There is a tale unfolding here that is for certain. We are here for a reason. Why I have no idea.

I must call Josephine tomorrow and let her know that it all worked out. She has been concerned for us. She said something to me the last time we talked that made me realize that the word family does not necessarily mean who you come into the world with.

She said, after I recounted the story about Carol, “I don’t think, Lesa, that you could go all around the world and find a worse family for you to have been brought into”.

It’s sad but true. When you are so misunderstood it is time to break all ties. The world is a difficult enough place to survive in without having to battle your family as well.

But our circle of friends is growing and imagine, strangers are rooting for us and offering assistance.

Perhaps our families are not who they seem to be?

What to be grateful for:
Stars
Fire
Shelter
Warmth
Kindness




February 5, 2009

Eternal hope

Finally a warm cup of coffee. I’m sitting in our make shift bed, a piece of foam on the floor. It’s 8:30 a.m. and I feel very comfortable here writing in my journal. My mood feels like old times. Light and filled with possibilities. I’m well rested, safe and secure and eager to get some things accomplished today and everything seems possible.

As I was having my morning cigarette outside I saw a bus go by. If they pass by here on a regular schedule that means travelling will not be that difficult. It was a slight concern of mine and Al’s. We need to earn our keep some how and get a regular job. A full time one for Al and a part time one for me as I can not afford to work full time. I have too much work to do. Now let’s see. There is my book of course, also finding legal representation and getting my story out there. First though I have to get all my facts in order and write a few letters to doctors, lawyers, merchants, thieves and of course those Guardians, who I believe may even have authority over my medical records. Nothing would surprise me anymore.

Rowan suggests that perhaps I should find a shrink out here who will confirm that I’m sane and capable of looking after my finances. But it will probably take months and months to get an appointment and who knows how much this will cost me this time? Anyway, something to consider. This is covered by our medical insurance here in Canada. Maybe I can find one that will help me with this fight? I know that they all can’t be immoral and useless, even if they haven’t cured anyone yet, and have caused many a lot of grief and ill health. I wonder how it‘s possible to cure someone’s thoughts? Guess they may have been brainwashed too into believing they are helping.

Rowan tells us he is a genius and he is certainly knowledgeable in many areas. His IQ is supposedly off the charts and he is both equally a left and right brain thinker. One of the most interesting things about Rowan I find though is that he is a witch and I don’t mean a gay bitch. He is, he tells us, a bonafide through and through male witch in the Celtic tradition. He is very interesting and has dreams as big as ours. Well nearly. His plan is to build a self sufficient eco village.

We’ve only known him for two days and he has told us so many stories. I think it would take volumes of books just to relay them to you. His roots are from Newfoundland . That is perhaps why he has the gift of the gab. For some reason I have a feeling he is a very old soul. Maybe he was a Gandolf or Merlin in a previous life. Tee seems to know him? He did tell us that long ago he was a monk in Tibet and we do know that this is where Tee’s roots are from.

In order to finance his dream he’s currently renovating this tired old Viceroy home. Rowan has the skills of a master carpenter and this place does have good bones. There are 20’ ceilings and windows galore and it is situated in a beautiful spot perched on top of a hill. The place is huge, 3600 sq. ft. plus a bright basement. You could get lost in here. There’s lots of work to do that’s for sure before putting it on the market in order to finance his dreams. My decorating juices are going wild. And to make this even more interesting for me is that the place is filled with antique pieces and furniture he has made. There is enough for a shop or two at least. I know we can help him get this place back into the glory it should have. It definitely could be a show stopper.

With the awesome views and the natural gardens surrounding it, in the spring it must truly be breathtaking. I am dreaming of being here in the spring, sipping wine under the grape vine arbours looking up a the star filled sky, knowing winter is far behind us and there are only possibilities and every little thing is going to be all right. This earth really could be heaven after all.

Grateful for:
New beginnings
Eternal hope
The stars and the heavens above us






February 6, 2009



Healing

Plans are starting to take shape. Our computer is hooked up to the internet. Without the net I’m a little lost. Now it’s time to get to work. I checked out the job banks and there seem to be some opportunities. Of course at slave wages. But this is just a temporary course of action and something to tide us over until we have a real opportunity to do what we are meant to do.

First, I must get my lawsuit underway. I am wondering if this is part of my mission? How can I end this book if nothing is resolved?

I do know that I have no control of this. I only have control of how I feel on this journey. My self confidence though has taken a beating. This is an excellent place for me to lick my wounds and do some healing and getting back into shape, both physically and mentally.

As I said to Rowan yesterday, I get this feeling that we are here to learn. Perhaps this is stage two of our education? Last year Al and I learnt a lot of truths. We were discussing conspiracies with Rowan yesterday (something we know without a shadow of a doubt are mainly about truth) and his take on it perhaps does make sense? There is no use dwelling on something that you can do nothing about. You can only change yourself, and certainly not the government, or the (dis)justice system, as two examples. Our systems are so con part mental ized and I am sure 99.9999 % of the population are unaware of what they are contributing to.

Our system has been systematically built in and to undo it is far beyond my capabilities and besides that not something that makes me happy. This can be someone else’s art.

There are many other things that I would prefer to be doing. Like watching deer! I just sat back down to write some more and saw some deer a mist the rays of the sun, the golden sun.

Wow, this story sometimes does sound a little dramatic even to me. Recounting my story these past few days I start to hear it from a different perspective. It is hard to BELIEVE.