Journal of the Occupation of
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In the beginning…
I don’t use money (as
it, unavoidably, supports a prideful construct). I sleep outside (primarily in
This was an account of a campaign to determine the right to sleep. It has become a dance where conscientiousness reveals itself to be transcendent of the ‘rule of law’.
Patience be with us all, for the bad and the good. May we enjoy remembering that a free will understands there is only one will.
There is a ‘police and courts encounter list’ that acts as a nice summary if the journal’s length is too daunting. It can be found at the August 23rd, 2006 update.
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Inspiration is the only thing that moves us.
Through the entire scatteredness of everything we still have our own calmnesses that will see us through to our deaths.
The moment I get a tent I will set a time that I will erect it at St. Anne's Academy (probably not more than a day after I have it- to focus myself and to invite others to join- though I've seen that I'll do it alone, regardless). When approached by the police I will let them know that I will consider (truly) anything they have to say, though until they understand that pride is a lie it will be impossible for them to presume innocence of me- so I will be in 'parent talking to a child' mode instead of 'sibling talking to a sibling' mode. I have had dreams where their 'demons' were exorcised though I expect I will be arrested for 'obstruction of justice', for I will not be letting the conversation go past me waiting for them to presume innocence of me. As long as I am in custody I will not eat. This seems to be my role.
They will arrest me and take the tent. They will figure out my particulars and release me. I will go back to St. Anne's, regardless of tent. It will be impossible for me to find contentment in a world content with a lie- so I do this until I die or until 'predestiny' is recognized by all... we shall see.
in honour and Heaven,
David Arthur Johnston
Current events for
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hey hey
about 7-9 tents showed up at 5PM- police came around 8-9PM- they were surprised, told us to go- we didn't- they talked to the 'property manager' and they 'gave us 1 night'- 10AM next morning police came and took everything- no arrests--- many significant conversations took place- 1 cop in particular had suggested at him that, objectively speaking, there is no excuse for resentment because a person can only do what they know--- it was good--- a job quitting catalystic type conversation...
went back that night (last night) and slept under a tree with my friend- no blanket or tent or cardboard- found someone's stashed sleeping bag around 2 or 3AM it was drizzling all night, the temp getting down to 0-1 degrees Celsius. Not freezing, though cold enough to inhibit sleep.
I have intentions of continuing--- I am happy the police took my burden (my blanket pack) it was killing me carrying everyday. I'm feeling quite liberated and confident- Heaven is in sight.
in dance,
David
PS: Apparently, those who complied with the 'order' to go, seem to have gone to the alcove at city hall...
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Monday morning at the library...
Found a blanket in a dumpster- so slept a bit better.
Friends practiced tree climbing for a bit then everyone slept.
The yew trees are good for providing shelter from light rain.
I like not carrying stuff around anymore- though if I come across a good wool blanket I'll make a poncho.
I like
adventure and ease to you all,
David
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Apparently this culture has deemed it 'illegal' to sleep outside--- or more, as far as this town is concerned, it is better to appear pristine than have people sleeping comfortably without fear of imposition.
Once a place of God you've become 'owned' by money/provincial government body. Pride is not recognized to have any authority- so, that being, I now call your lawn my home (though, I've had the dream that the building volunteers itself to be occupied by the weary and fatigued). If you will, you could give your 'security' people a heads-up, so that they may practice their generosity (A.K.A. bring out coffee in the morning, or other 'like' niceties).
You can pretend 'offence' if you like, though you will only be flailing... whether recognized or not, we are our brother's keepers.
in responsibility,
in virtue,
in avoidance of internment camps and NAZI rule,
in the serious consideration of rather being dead than using money (because it supports pride),
David Arthur Johnston
Monday night at
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Not horribly eventful- I had sent a letter to the official St. Ann's email address so I wasn't sure what to expect- though I presume that someone has yet to read it (though I forwarded it to a bunch of people, including Paul Battershill, the 'chief of police'- though (enough with the 'thoughs' already) I presume, again, that even if they (the police) have knowledge they will not do anything until there is a complaint.
Got a new poncho, so I got some sleep--- mildly good dumpster score- case of 1 litre orange juices with some apple-cranberry pie...
We'll see what happens tonight...
in the exact way to initiate a permanent tent-city that evolves into a permaculture eco-village,
David Arthur Johnston
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Apparently, I'm not in jail.
It seems everyone knows we are there, yet nothing is being done to us.
It was a good night--- got some sleep that I had been needing--- there wasn't a lot in the dumpster (few apples, some mustard, tomato basil dip, some bread, case of diet 7-up(yik))...
cool thing- take a larger can (one up from a regular 'Campbell's soup can', pineapple or chick peas size)- keep the lid- poke three small holes on the side near the bottom- poke three small holes on the side near the top- poke a few tiny holes in the end- place a candle inside- have the flame supported about halfway up the can- you can put the lid on top if you could fry- or you can use a smaller can with water/liquid to boil--- just a candle- it's so cool
other than that there was a surprising thing downtown- for about 5-6 blocks on both sides of Douglas someone had taken chalk and had written a whole bunch of happy little sayings- it was very neat- a lot of people went to work today with smiles on--- it seems the banks made a point of washing the ones in front of them- which is funny because it was the washing of them that made a smearing mess, not the writings themselves--- the city considers chalk 'graffiti' so they are probably pretending offence- which is funny- may those hired not hold any resentment to the muses- may they quit their jobs instead, rather than wash away the word 'love'.
anyhoo... we'll see what happens tonight in the continuing
adventures of 'living at
love,
David Arthur Johnston (just another reflection of the 'everything')
PS: There is much confidence to be gained knowing pride has absolutely no authority (there is no private property, though there is respect).
PPS: 'Those who pay taxes share the same morality as the military.'
''Those who content themselves with not knowing what pride is share the same morality as every perpetrator of every brutality, ever.'
good luck
'Heaven-on-Earth' IS only one nervous breakdown away.
The occupation of
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Going to bed at leisure. Getting up at leisure. Appreciating the 'now' greatly, and anticipating a mass acknowledgement of predestiny (which is fearlessness).
There is no trauma we cannot face. Even the one that precedes a remembrance of the reality of Heaven-on-Earth. Food does grow on trees and we can be ultimately inspired.
we go back every night- I see the occupation of the building itself in the near future- as in, we will be invited in or it will become abandoned--- we shall see
David
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It was cold and rainy so we went to bed early and 'forwent' the dumpsters. There is a very good tree near one of the corners of the grounds, very thick foliage, so we huddled under there. We stayed dry (mostly), some of us getting more sleep than others.
I am currently attempting to manifest some rope and tarp, maybe a couple of blankets and/or sleeping bags... we shall see...
Apparently, (as far as the 'virtue trip' is concerned) as long as one contents themself with not knowing what pride is they have no authority- so, again, anyone who would, you are welcome to kill me, if you will (regardless of 'where you're at' you may want to prepare, slightly, for the time you may consider rather being dead than using money anymore... because your want of truth WILL find itself stronger than your contentment with laziness).
in knowing resentment is innately immature because it does not take into account that anyone can only be their experience,
in liberation and rest,
David Arthur Johnston
PS: "The intimidation passed.
Laying in the grass.
Laughing and smiling."
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Drizzlely and cold, though we were in high spirits (appreciating a bit of sleep deprivation). I am fortunate to know very funny people.
Same tree last night. The sleeping bag that was stashed openly in a tree (trusting that with the weather the way it was that no one would bother with it) was still there.
I got up about 6 and noticed some stars were out, it made me very happy... I left for the Sat. morning breakfast... the others, apparently, were woken up by a security guard not long after I left. He told them that he had seen us sleeping for the last couple of hours, but people need to sleep so he left us... we will see where that goes...
So, this continues... it's been 1 week now, whatever that's supposed to mean...
anyhoo,
in unavoidable endurance,
David Arthur Johnston
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Something's gonna break soon.
Last night I had gone to bed early (around 8PM). Around 9PM a security guard came up and fervently asked me to leave-
SG- "Please leave. I must ask you to leave. You cannot stay here. Please leave."
me- "I cannot. I've nowhere else to go. I sleep in peace."
SG- "Please! You cannot stay here. If you stay I will have to call the police."
me- "I've nowhere else to go. Do what you must."
SG- "Please!.. I am going to call the police." (begins to leave)
me- "Do what you must."
... after 10 minutes or so, my friends showed up an I told them what had happened. They made ready to sleep, themselves. 20 minutes later- nothing. 30 minutes later- nothing... The police did not respond- whether or not security called them, I don't know.
At 7AM a new security guard came up, friendly enough, to wake us up. I was up already. I have a feeling that tomorrow morning, if not tonight, there will be some sort of conversation with the police... we shall see...
in knowing that regardless of complacency of being 'common folk' everyone must know what pride is to get to the future,
David Arthur Johnston
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Jason reported well- http://www.victoria.indymedia.org/news/2004/01/20913.php (or http://www.angelfire.com/apes/hatrackman/arrested.htm )
If you read it then I'll tell you that the security guard said 'Please leave. For God's sake, leave.' I replied saying 'I am here for God's sake.' He disagreed.
That was last Sunday night and I was released this morning, Friday, Jan. 30. I did not eat for the duration, though I did drink water.
I entered the courtroom and sat down- the 'crown' told the judge that I didn't seem to know what was going on and that I did not recognize the authority of this court- so they released me- all charges dropped. I am going back... if not tonight (I have an idea of recuperation) it will be tomorrow night or the night after.
we shall see...
in love,
David Arthur Johnston
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I'm intending on going back to
with perfect temperance, anticipating a mass recognition of the lie of pride,
David
PS: Being 'Groundhog Day' tomorrow, may it be near the end of the movie.
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I signed the conditions. I am to be at court on Feb.9 at 9:00AM for a 'bail hearing' (whatever that is). If I am to be in custody I will not eat.
May every moment bring practice.
love,
David
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I have court on Monday (Feb.9) at 9:00AM... which means I get there at 9 and wait however long until they are ready for me.
Given a chance to speak, I will apologize to the judge
(representative of the court) for signing the condition to not return back to
in ultimate seriousness,
David
I was asked 'Why?' do I continue at
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because honour is real and pride is a lie
because contentment with not knowing what pride is is hell
because I must- to not take responsibility for the ignorance I see would be the path of contented laziness... the world cannot be under two masters-
love reigns- pride is not true, at all.
because 'private property' only exists in a state where people have contented themselves with not giving benefit of the doubt (because they fail to see their own perfection).
Can the 'now' be anything other than perfectly the 'now'?
in duty regardless of an apprehensive ego,
and in love,
David
flailing like a weak hippy (Tuesday the 10th)
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Apparently I lack the courage of my conviction (or maybe there is something I'm supposed to do or figure out before I spend a lot of time in jail... I don't know). I signed conditions, again. I've court again (a bail hearing- where I'm expected to say guilty or not guilty- if I say anything at all it will be 'not guilty') on Friday the 13 (ha). There will be a trial sometime after- we will see what happens.
Is it not obvious that the NAZIs are trying to take over the world? Is it not obvious that to prevent that we should be of a mind where we would rather die than content ourselves with a world of total slavery?
So I ask- Is not pride a sin? Do taxes not support pride?
As it stands the police are more concerned with keeping 'order' than being 'just'- this is where their concern should be- that regardless of complacency they would do more good by quitting their jobs and living on the street, being true knights of honour.
... and to Peter Gill- regardless of hypocrisy, pride is a lie- the 'now' can only be the 'now'- anything that comes from you comes from the experiences that made you--- may we all gain the courage to see and move toward our highest potential. I am saying that there is no 'private property' (though there is respect... the first disrespect being a denial of one's own perfection). I am saying that taxes/money must stop. I am saying that what some would call 'Heaven-on-Earth' is at hand.
in the face of infinity may we all remember patience,
David
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The judge dropped the breach charge. I do not see myself
considering going back to
Essentially, there will have to be a ruling on the 'right to sleep' for me to be released, lest I continue to sleep illegally. I will not accept any punishment beyond not eating as long as I am in custody. The only thing I've have apparently lacked on is signing the condition in the first place, though I have, and I intend on honouring it.
in yahoo,
David
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Hello.
This morning I went to court to confirm the trial which happens on March 25 at 10:00AM in courtroom 102. The 'crown' stayed the proceedings on the 'Assault by Trespass' charge and are going to press the 'Obstruction of Justice' charge.
I was really quite flustered at this game. I was looking forward to defending myself from the assault charge- though, with consideration, I will still be pleading 'not-guilty' of obstruction of justice. So, essentially, everything is still the same. There will still have to be a ruling for me to be released. The 'crown' will recognize pride as a lie; will recognize the illegality of being discompassionate; will recognize that compassion does supersede 'private property' and in doing so will set high precedence- every municipality will endorse and establish tent cities within walking distance of their downtown cores; every municipality will recognize the emergent state that has been created because of a dependency on ignorance (the emergent state that will exist when money is no longer used)...... or the 'crown' will pretend great offence and put me in jail, where I will not eat and eventually die (even if I am to be strapped down with tubes in me). Then there will be a revolt; and the people will see the lie of pride and no longer support it- not because someone they greatly loved has suffered, but because there will be a forced consideration of truth- that if you pay taxes, you are a NAZI. Then we remember that there is no trauma we cannot face and do the things necessary to actualize our potential as beings that know love and exist within infinity.
Here's to trusting in our own inspirations, regardless of preconceptions.
in absolutely no control,
David Arthur Johnston
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Hello all. I'm going to be on the radio- coming at you from
the basement of the Victoria Student Union building on CKUV. Thursday at 1:00
PM. I'm probably going to read a thing or two and babble a bit about not using
money and the street situation in
They may have a 'streaming audio' thingy through the internet... I don't know... (actually, I do know- http://cfuv.uvic.ca ).
May I not make too much of an ass of myself.
love,
David
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The 'crown' stayed the proceedings (meaning all charges
dropped and all conditions nulled) on the obstruction charge. I'm going back to
May we all rest well.
David
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Slept peacefully for about 5 hours, though the anticipation of continuing my conversation with the 'crown' keeps me popping out and checking for flashlights.
The interesting part is that all parties know I am there, yet they do not seem to want to press the matter- it's almost like they think that this action may garner attention towards their inadequacy.
They (me, who doesn't know it's me, yet) will justify their laziness by suggesting visions of a tent city turned slum where crime and needles run rampant (I would suggest that this is a vision of current day Victoria), though really, the apprehension of a tent city is because once people see that they don't have to pay rent anymore, they won't.
Personally, when freedom is actualized, I trust that there will be much greenery (food planted everywhere). I trust that the residents will spend much time letting love inspire. There will be parties. Is not freedom a thing to celebrate? Efficiency and practicality will reign, not because people are ordered around and made to 'work', but because of people's passion for happiness... and that is just the beginning. I trust that many, contented with their own laziness, will pretend great offence that people are not under the same yolks they are, and they will be spiteful (though, tent cities get practice and the spite finds that it has no power at all).
So, back again tonight...
beautiful beautifuls, beautifuls
love,
me
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Very tired last night. Crashed under a tree about 11:15PM- feeling confident about the ease of what I'm doing. This whole 'getting arrested' thing could be described as making an appointment with the Queen... at least the only way, as of yet, that I can see light at the end of the tunnel.
About 1:15AM a familiar security dude came and we went
through the process. We say hello. He asks me to go. I tell him no. He calls
the police. The police come and do not show signs of wanting to do any
arresting... lots of swearing on their part and something about 'dragging me by
my fucking beard'. They physically grab me without any arrest and throw me into
the back of their car. The security dude offered to make a statement but the
police said not to bother. They drove me to the police station on
We will see...
love,
me
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Interesting.
Security found us sitting on a bench- asked us to go- we didn't- he called the police- still sitting on bench we watch police walk through a part of the property with flashlights- they did not see us out in the open- police left- security comes back out and finds me in usual spot- I ask if the police are coming- he says he didn't think so- he goes back to call again- police come- very polite (first name introductions) - they were going to arrest me- then suggested I wait for Sunday night so as to not spend a day in jail waiting for court- seemed reasonable- left and got some sleep- going back tonight knowing that the police are expecting me for sure.
I'll be charged with assault by trespass and be given either a trial date (probably a month or two away) or there will be something like a 'bail hearing' scheduled where the trial date is set. I will sign conditions not to go back to St. Ann's- when the trial happens those conditions will become nullified... and, of course, I will be pleading not guilty and suggesting what I see as justice, which will include a ruling on the 'right to sleep', which (in some way or another) will lead to an order to the province and/or city to allow and endorse a permanent tent-city/free-living-space within walking distance from downtown...
I presume that we shall see...
in budo,
David Arthur Johnston
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All very polite and good and open about reason.
About 3:30AM security dude came- then police- I was arrested for contravening the 'Properties Control and Management Bylaw No. 416(2)'.
I will be attending court on April 30th, 2004, at 9:00AM in courtroom 126 with a plea of 'not-guilty'. Hopefully, my adamance will be seen and they (the 'crown') will not play the game of 'staying the proceedings' right beforehand- though it doesn't really matter if they do. Patience is good.
in having no sympathy for the want of money,
David Arthur Johnston
PS: Mr. G, you are very cool. Highest blessings and inspiration to you. Travel well, in this game called life.
PPS: Post Script for
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I'm under the impression that they did not have me sign any conditions because you can't do that with a 'bylaw'. I'm under the impression that all they can do with a bylaw is give a ticket, which I would not pay, anyway. I'm under the impression that I'm going back tonight.
and again and still, we shall see...
me
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Same deal as usual to start- usual security dude- police come- make an arrest for 'Assault by Trespass'- take me to the station- try to get me to sign a condition saying that I would not sleep on ANY private property in Victoria (there is no public property)- I refused to sign because of that- they hold me over night- go to the courthouse in the morning- I let duty council know that I would now sign the conditions (thinking that I would simply make due/go camping (or something) until trial would take place- I nap in cells for 2-3 hours- they come in and tell me the charge was dropped- they release me... can anyone say 'political maneuvering'?
What is going to happen next? In trying to avoid giving me my day in court, what will they do? I conject that they've passed the idea of psychiatric examination a little bit... who knows?
I see myself going back tonight- may the police come to see that it is the 'crown' that is 'dicking' around, but then, who knows?
We shall see...
in work,
David Arthur Johnston
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Arrested for 'Breach of the Peace' about 12:30 AM last night. They put me in a bedless cell and released me about 8:00 AM this morning. No conditions.
We'll see what happens tonight. Feels like a strange game of wills. The art of winning entails embracing the 'mind and heart of the divine', knowing that one has already won. Patience is key.
in endurance,
David
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About 11:00 PM I was arrested for 'breaching the peace' (no ticket, no fingerprinting) again. Then released about 5:30 AM.
The security company manager came to find out what was going on and we had a good communication. It becomes obvious that the 'crown' is afraid of what I represent... they are adamant about not charging me with 'assault by trespass'. Patience remains key as the process unfolds. It seems I'm offering contrast- humility in a world of pride. I wonder if my dreams will come true soon- that police are going to have their demons exorcised.
We'll see what happens tonight- I guess the 'crown' is hoping that they can wear me down- though as this continues they will find that I've no other purpose then to represent freedom.
We shall see...
in infinity,
me
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Peace be with you.
Around 4:00AM security dude showed up- called police- 4 cars and a paddy wagon pull up- they all get out and huddle with security dude- all go back to their vehicles saying 'have a good night' and 'sleep well'- all leave- I go back to bed- about 6:15AM St. Ann's security dude comes up- friendly- we chat- he offers a smoke- I'm up now, so I say good morning and we start our days.
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ok
We'll see where this goes- onward to tonight...
in strange adventure,
David Arthur Johnston
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No interruptions (except for a friend I hadn't seen in 3 years showing up about midnight). Woke about 6:30AM- packed sleeping bag- saw St. Ann's security dudes off in distance- they wished me a good morning...
This is fun, in an adventurous sort of way. I would imagine things will escalate again when more people see that they can get some sleep there- then arrests will start again (though probably not 'Assault by Trespass'- at least not right away). All the while I'm still doing the other job, which is the articulating the idea of freedom through truth- the truth being that the 'now' is perfect and everything in it, as well. When we come to remember our perfection we move away from being motivated by fear. Then the 'tent-cities' bloom and the gardens grow.
in remembrance of freedom,
David
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Amusing.
Both nights are essentially the same- security dude comes- asks me to go- I say no- he says 'alright, have a good night' and leaves.
Soon, they will stop waking me up or they will get around to charging me- either way, the game is mine. There is nothing they can do to me that doesn't reveal their intent.
in freedom,
David Arthur Johnston
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Same as the last couple of nights- security dude comes- says 'gotta go'- I say 'no'- he says 'alright, have a good night'. Tonight I think I will mention something about 'please not waking me up, because if you didn't want me here all you have to do is charge me with 'Assault by Trespass'. It's interesting- it becomes more and more obvious, in this prolonging of 'limbo', that honour and justice are not being served- that those pretending authority, the longer they wait, are not being righteous in their 'political maneuvering'. This continues and people are going to start seeing the absurdity of their jobs.
I would suggest charging me (give me a trial and I will sign a condition not to back to St. Ann's) or let me be- do not wait for me to crack, because it doesn't take a lot of mental stability to sleep- and if you are waiting for me to crack that just shows that you are not performing the duties of your positions with any professionalism.
The warriors begin to awaken. The illusion becomes obvious. Fear is lazy.
love,
David
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Same as usual- 'gotta go'- 'no'- 'alright, have a good night'- I forgave him and asked if he would like to be on the update list- he said no.
Saw raccoons doing it, making sweet love.
have good days
me
... onward to tonight...
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In the name of love, I claim the grounds of
May any who would will, make it their home as well.
in welcome,
David
PS: Only in the deception of others would people disturb me. The unwillingness to let me have my day in court only reveals the worthiness of the 'crown'; displaying it's lack of authority. In their confusion, the security dudes may, for a while, think it
necessary to attempt to fulfill their contracts by 'officially' asking people to leave, though when the people do not respond, 'security' will just leave anyway. The police may arrest for 'breach of peace' all they want, though for someone to sign conditions to not go back they have to have an 'indictable' offence- which means they must arrest for 'Assault by Trespass'. Which means 'my day in court'. The 'crown' does not wish for me to get my day in court- for they see a disturbing possible future- that the province be ordered to wholeheartedly endorse a 'free-space'/tent city, within walking distance of downtown. They also see that if the court does not recognize the 'right to sleep' that it will effectively strip it of any perceived authority in the eyes of any that see this course of events. I've suggested it before- imagine being the judge that says we all must pay to dream.
However bold or 'cheese-ily' it sounds- there will be freedom, live or die, there will be freedom.
David
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Hello.
I've been left alone these last couple of nights. So, regardless, of where this goes or how long it takes, I have a place to sleep while I perform my day job (suggesting that patience is stronger than fear).
Though, have no doubt, more people sleeping there means the road to freedom gets travelled faster. Help would be nice. I'm the only one that needs to get arrested if that is the course, though, as it stands, maybe we can skip that part and just go right into the 'established tent-city' part.
anyhoo...
we shall see...
for love,
me
David Arthur Johnston
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'tent city' = freedom
Same old routine- security guy came Sunday night- I forgave him for waking me- he went away... Saturday and Monday nights were without interruption.
I'm currently looking for a mailbox (maybe more than one) to put at the entrance closest to where I sleep.
in knowing fear is lazy,
me
David Arthur Johnston
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Courage is simple.
Truth is simple- it only appears deep or daunting because of the lies placed on top.
You are. Being is easy. Give no concern to 'trying' or 'doing' because you can't do these things, anyway. Being 'here now' one realizes fearlessness and can more readily move toward their happiness- and I have no doubt that, however individual we would see ourselves, all of our happinesses are rooted in the same thing- love. So, have patience and remember that we stress only because of our preconceptions of how things 'should' be- when, in fact, everything is always unavoidably perfect.
It is a grand consideration, though true- a 'tent-city' is Heaven's stand.
in honour,
David Arthur Johnston
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OK
I'm going to start only doing the updates on a weekly basis, unless, of course, something significant happens.
The security dude confirmed my suspicions (sp?) that the 'crown' has actually been inspired to not have me arrested me for 'Assault by Trespass'. Is this 'illegal' in itself? I don't know.
Anyhoo, the 'now' remains perfect. May there be funky inspiration all around.
I'm still looking for a mailbox.
in security,
me
David
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D.A. Johnston
V8W 1A2
The mailbox is on the NW corner entrance to the grounds (as of tonight- April 15th).
love,
me
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Significant? Whatever.
I guess the plan is to torture me into compliance... and I'm in the market for a new mailbox.
Arrested again last night for 'Breach of the Peace'. Released this morning (about 8:15AM).
We'll see what happens tonight.
love,
me
David Arthur Johnston
A letter to
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Hello.
There will be a tent city, soon, and all corruption will be made accountable.
The root is- as long as one contents themself with not knowing the deception of pride they have no authority (the deception being that pride ignores the fact that you are your experience- A.K.A. that, as a matter of fact, you ARE perfect and there is no excuse for fear or anger).
I would play the game of going to trial if someone would arrest me for 'Assault by Trespass', though there seems to be some apprehension on this course. You (pretended opponents of a tent city) say that what I propose is impossible, though you are the ones acting without any professionalism. If you would be true to the duty of your jobs you would get me a trial, post-haste. The continued stalling only strengthens the obviousness of your unrighteous position. You may want to continue playing the game of harassment (please do, if you will) though you will find it will get you nowhere. I will return and return and return.
I've no other course. Freedom is my master, until I die.
Do not fear the fact that a tent-city spells the end of money. Truth is- Heaven on Earth is real and there is no trauma we cannot face.
in the exodus from pride to humility,
David Arthur Johnston
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There was no interruption last night. I'm under the impression that the next time 'they' act that they will have an idea of what to do. I sent that last letter ( http://www.victoria.indymedia.org/news/2004/04/24760.php ) to the Attorney General of BC, hopefully it will have gotten through.
I will start only doing the updates every 2-3 days, though if 4-5 days pass I would imagine something is up.
have good adventures
me
David Arthur Johnston
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Hello.
Uneventful, really. The security dude comes at night says 'go'- I say 'no'- he says 'well, have a good night' and leaves.
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Ending
Step #1: Have nothing better to do.
Step #2: Stop paying tribute, at all costs.
Step #3: Have patience.
Step #4: Have more patience.
Step #5: Stand, in the name of love.
Step #6: Understand that tent cities are the gates to Heaven-on-Earth.
Step #7: Understand that our unavoidable nature is to perpetually follow our inspiration and, that being so, to not fear (then trust that when we are moving fearlessly we move more practically towards our true happiness).
Step #8: Consider that the TV age is about to switch over to an age of honour and valiance, where we understand that rage cannot be justified.
Step #9: Meditate on patience.
Step #10: Understand that there is no 'evil' and that you cannot die, so there need not be any apprehension (because we can only ever do the best we can with what we got), nor does resentment have to exist (for anyone, however ignorant or brutal, can only be their experience- so may we shine with humility so as to be a new experience for the proud).
Step #11: Understand that desire cannot be truly appreciated if responsibility is ignored (and that your responsibility is for nothing more than your own happiness- trusting that each individual happiness is rooted in the happiness of the whole).
Step #12: Understand that in patience is all wisdom, for whoever, whatever and whenever.
Step #13: Be very happy.
Step #14: Understand that it is pride that is the lie (pride ignores the fact that you can only be your experience) and move accordingly.
love,
David Arthur Johnston
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ok...
1st- police pepper sprayed a medium small dog for running at them and barking, this morning.
2nd- about 11:30PM I arrived at my sleepspot to find a security dude waiting for me- his instructions were to not let me sleep- we just finished chatting this morning at 7:00AM--- his boss showed up a couple times through the night to check up- on one of those times I reminded of the simplicity and expediency of arresting me for 'Assault by Trespass'- he said 'orders came from high up' not to arrest me, but to torture me into submission. The dude that I talked to all night recognized the f**ked up situation, though he was of a mind to do his job perfectly- we had some pretty funky dialogue, actually, and, of course, I forgave him.
we'll see what happens tonight... I wonder if it will get to a point where I am so sleep deprived that I will nod off at every opportunity, only to have a flashlight shoved in my face and a loud voice saying 'sorry dave, I can't let you sleep'- we shall see, we shall see...
love,
me
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Got woken up about midnight- a new security dude with the instruction to not let me sleep. We chatted for a while (about an hour) and maybe he saw the latent corruption of his order. He's just trying to do his job but he is seeing that his bosses are not playing nice. In an effort to find some righteousness the dude let me sleep for a couple hours before he woke me again, then I went right back to sleep- and was woken by the St. Ann's security dude about 6AM (he talks fast- and is also seeing the laziness of his bosses)- he said he needed to hear me say 'I'm going'- I said 'I'm going to the bathroom'- he went- I peed then went back to sleep for another hour and a half.
on the road to freedom,
David Arthur Johnston
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Saturday night- in bed by 1-ish- dude comes- wakes me for a moment and leaves- building security wakes me at 6, tells me just to say 'I'm going'- I say I don't know what I'm going to be doing in 5 seconds- he says he will report that I said that I'm going- I go back to bed and wake at about 9:00 AM.
Sunday night- in bed by 11PM- the dude from the first 'let's keep David up all night in an effort to subdue him through torture instead of simply arresting him' night gets there not long after- I move all my bedding to the entrance to the building of St. Ann's where the building security dude has his office- I sit- the St. Ann's security dude calls the police- they come and take my blankets and flutes and leave me sitting cold (no tickets, no badge numbers)- I lay back down again (sans warmth) only to have the first security dude shine a bright light in my eyes for a while--- lots of talk and confusion from the building security guy (he sympathizes, somewhat, with my plight, or more, he sees that his bosses are crazy)- it becomes obvious to most parties that the ones in the wrong are those giving instruction to security- for they continue to refuse to arrest me in the hopes that they can harass me into leaving before their inadequacy can be revealed- though, they are really flailing harshly- they were, without a doubt, revealed when they started specifically hiring guys to sit with me all night to annoy me and not let me sleep, instead of following the path of prudence and professionalism by doing the duty of their jobs- which is to arrest me.--- the 'keep me awake' security dude reminded me that he was being nice this morning by allowing me to have a couple of hours sleep- I was up and cold by 5:30 AM.
We will see what happens tonight...
in love,
David
PS: Dear security dudes,
I would have this process be as quick and efficient as possible, though I'm inspired to remind you that love determines justice, not money/'government'... and that there are more important things than 'putting food on the table'.
in honour (which is the 'water of life'),
David Arthur Johnston
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I'm tired, yet sure. One security dude (running on a long built up 'belief in a lie' thought loop A.K.A. playing a game of pretending psychotic behaviour) suggested that I expedite the process by attacking him, physically. When all your training is based around fear and anger motivation, what do you do when you come in conflict with one who does not fear or rage? You consider more...
in wanting truth most and in the comfort of patience,
David
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I woke this morning feeling dejected. Last night I was laying on the outside stage floor (really pretty- in the back yard behind the chapel- good bird and sunrise action in the morning) when dude comes to 'do his job'. I was very tired- I had a smoke- and I went to sleep illegally somewhere else where I could actually sleep. It occurred to me, though, that since the game has gotten to the point of them breaking their own rules that I must adjust- that being, it becomes a game of how long can I justify these security guard's jobs?
I had a vision of St. Ann's being my ball and chain- I can do this indefinitely (go a few days until I am to collapse with fatigue- take a day off to sleep- then go back- repeat)- though, in the meantime, if I cross paths with a lawyer I may be curious to find out about the process of charging the PCC, the 'crown' and the security companies with charter infringement- instead of allowing me 'due process' they have resorted to torture... and also, in the meantime, I continue my day job- which is to sit down at the lower Causeway with a sign that says 'you only follow inspiration (you don't make choices) / Patience.'
I was also thinking of taking a few hours with a sign that says 'Journal of the Occupation of St. Ann's Academy- http://www.angelfire.com/apes/hatrackman/welcome.htm ' and welcoming all the building occupants at the door... that may be a bit cheesy, though... we will see where my inspiration will lead...
in the unavoidable pull into the future,
David Arthur Johnston
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The libraries in
Business as usual at
I've been figuring that if this goes on for a while (maybe like 4 weeks, or something) people may start wondering why their 'tax dollars' are being spent to ignore the duty of giving me 'due process' (it's been about 7 or 8 days at 8 hours a day- what do security guards get paid, anyway?)- though, I'm all over sapping all the time I can out of all of the institutions that pretend to hinder me. I would 'waste' all of the taxpayers 'hard earned money', if I could; I would garner the attention of all security guards and police, so that they could not do anything else- may they have considerations of patience before they continue to rape me.
in a moment of highest seriousness,
David Arthur Johnston
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Monday night- got a bit of sleep (about 4 hours).
Tuesday night- I'm in the gazebo/pavilion behind the chapel- 11PM the dude comes- 7AM dude leaves- it was 8 hours of me half asleep under my blanket with security dude with the radio loud, foot stomping, clapping hands, flashlight on my head- repeating over and over 'don't be falling asleep on me, mister Johnston' and 'if you would just attack one of us the process would be expedited, mister Johnston'... there was a lot of attempts at anger motivation through insults and put-downs- I kept quiet mostly, except for an 'I forgive you' halfway through the night and a 'have a good morning David (the security dude's name)' when he was leaving... needless to say, I'm tired...
It's been since Thursday, April 22 that I've had my own security dudes (about 12 or 13 days, so far)- How much do security dudes get paid anyway? For estimation's sake I'll say $10--- 8 hour shifts--- 13 days= $1040 so far of tax payer's money...
we'll see what happens tonight...
in love,
David Arthur Johnston
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Thursday- Got to my bed (the gazebo behind the chapel) about 1:00 AM- the nice security dude found me about 1:30 AM- we chatted for a bit, then I fell asleep, being woken up a couple of times. The building security guy found us at about 6:00AM and, in a fluster, berated me, telling me to go- threatening to call the police- so, of course, I just stayed (sort of knowing that he had no intention, though wishing he did)- my security dude finished his shift at 7 and the building dude came back out about 15 minutes later- started with the berating, though, it seemed he began to empathize a bit with my position (there was a moment of clarity where it became obvious that it was his bosses playing a game of corruption)... Also, to note, my security dude let me know that he found someone else in a sleeping bag over where I first started sleeping (by the NW corner)- apparently it was a friend of mine- he left when told to go--- though this keeps up and there should be a few people helping out, in no time.
It was also pleasant having tea and a blanket waiting for me when I got there- apparently, there are those who desire gentleness in the world- though, they, like many, are caught up in the craziness of trying to maintain their lives within a world that tries to content itself with a lie--- we can only do what we can, and it is a beautiful adventure where we each get to be the hero of our own movie- may we accept all consequence gracefully- may we move so we do not have to accept the things we do not desire (though, even if things happen that we do not want to happen, may we accept those as a part of the glorious dance and learn from them).
I'm going to try to revamp the Journal today... we'll see...
we shall see...
in acceptance and fearlessness,
David
PS: Dear security dudes,
I hope you can get over the apprehension of my existence there and not worry about taking anything personally- if you are going to do your duty, then do it, otherwise do not play games of anger and fear motivation because they are not going to work- you only fluster yourselves. May this chapter soon come to a close- then on to the next chapter- 'The Great Revolt and the Occupation of the Building, Itself.'
in the reality of the generally perceived notion of 'Heaven-on-Earth',
in the reality of freedom,
me
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RE: on attaining freedom
Hello. My name is David Arthur Johnston and I have been occupying the grounds of a provincially 'owned' property for a few months now. It started as an attempt to get arrested for 'Assault by Trespass' so I could challenge it in court (so I could get a ruling on the 'right to sleep' or have a judge officially say that everyone must 'pay to dream' (and send me to prison, where I would not eat). The fun part is- the crown knows of my intent and does not want me to get in front of a judge- they've told the police and the PCC (Provincial Capital Commission), and the security guards of St. Ann's Academy that they will not prosecute me- so, in lieu of that- they've hired a security guard to, nightly for an 8 hour shift (from 11PM-7AM), not let me sleep. Essentially, instead of acknowledging my right to 'due process', they've resorted to torture.
I know I am the one going there, yet they are the one's not arresting me- instead they stand above me for 8 hours and stomp their feet, clap their hands, play a radio very loud inches away from my head, shine a flashlight on my head and suggest things like 'If you would just hit one of us, mister Johnston, you would expedite the process.'
I've been keeping a journal at- http://www.angelfire.com/apes/hatrackman/welcome.htm
... at a quick glance, I would suggest reading the last week, or so as well as the initial entry.
Just though I would let you know what's going on, over here on the island.