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Sept 15th, I may have woken around 7:30 am, but slept in till after 8... I went to Mountwood. The sermon was about how God is not silent. He speaks in dreams, visions, through nature, and intermediaries, and through scripture. [On September 11th my dreams had apparently been altered. During the following sermon, the pastor says that God speaks through dreams. This could easily be an analogy, they call themselves God and test me to see if I knew or was afraid. -3/17/20] The pastor recommended reading and praying Psalms when you don't know what to pray or don't feel connected to God. There were snacks in the hallway. They are starting their after service coffee fellowship. I took some snacks and left. The manner of the congregation is relaxed, natural, and subdued, without pressure or expectation. They are having a prayer event where you can sign up to come and pray. But they changed it so you aren't guaranteed the space alone and anyone can step in. I went home listening to Pawson. I posted Galatians part 2 on Facebook. I spent a lot of time watching youtube, then reading my Bible during which someone spoke on the phone loudly, and napping during which there was bustling nearby. I started reading a book about a child detached from the world opening up to it. It is about the therapist connecting without inserting any guiding feelings on her part, but letting the child find affirmation for his own feelings from within.
Sept 16th, I awoke around 3 and 6 am, up at around 7? I looked up bike information, got ready, and called the police department. They tell me the guy from the night shift will call me back at 10:30 pm. I had informed the officer of the surveillance video, and he told me there was still no detective assigned to my case. I got ready and walked to check my mail listening to Pawson. I had nothing. I tried calling the IRCC but they were busy… I called the IRCC again and was put on a half hour hold, during which I walked home. A guy I do not know the name of whom I shall call Fred said Salut in the hall when I got back. I recorded the end of our conversation with the IRCC. The woman was very nice. She said the original had eventually returned, but that if the reprint had not made it by now, something went wrong. She said I could not get another reprint. I would have to pay $30 and still depend on the mail. She said it was very rare that neither the original nor reprint got through. She did think I would be allowed to work with my document number, but then said I would need my document to get my SIN number to work. She gave me Service Canada's number and I called them and got the information of what I should bring to where. I read a long article, then took the bus … to service CA. The woman from behind the desk said I had to have the original document, and I had to go through the IRCC phone number, and that it was my essential document verifying my status in Canada. She seemed a bit disturbed and said it seemed to be blocked on their end. She recommended I get a tracking number. I… went to the post office again and asked the girl behind the desk if it was possible it had arrived anywhere and was misplaced. I told her it was an important document from the IRCC. It was the same girl who I originally signed up with. She remembered my first name, and part of my last. She brought up on the computer the list of mail that had been received for me, and nothing from the IRCC. She said it was not possible for it to have arrived there. I asked, and she recommended a tracking number. I went to the library, typed up my journal notes through the 15th, and wrote a little about how to deal with stress. I got the bus home... I wasn't called, so I called the police department at around 10:45 pm. The woman didn't see a problem with the video coming through me, but did say she would be working tomorrow and could look into it more. She said it would be fine for me to bring the clips over on a flash drive.
Audio file:
IRCCworkpermit_20190916105954 ... She tells me not receiving multiple work permits is very rare.
policedept-video_20190916225147 ... I tell the police about the surveillance video to be collected from the source. I am told I should be contacted in a few weeks. I am told it would not hurt to submit a USB of the surveillance video I have. When I had tried to submit it before, I was told they could not take it as they might contaminate it.
policedept-video-91619 ... Transferred back around 4 minutes. No detective has been assigned to my case. I was told I would be called back at 10:30pm.
Sept 17th, I woke at around 3:10 am, 6 am, and got up after 7. There was some banging around 6 from upstairs. I sent some emails to Rachel and Riley. I told Madeline I wouldn't be going to the opening. There was a bang. I started reading MTL blog, and Tor Guard started crashing. I cannot load one page without it crashing. There is whistling, opening cabinets, and a cough from upstairs. It stopped after I wrote that. ... I was going to go to the library. Nolan stopped me on the road asking if I got my jacket from the thrift store, and said he took a black girl somewhere. She got deals but she didn't say thank you. He said people were ungrateful. He doesn't know why he tries to help. He opened his window and a woman asked if he was going to throw something down. He didn't know what that meant. He said this was a nice place but a few people made it disgusting, always getting into people's business. He asked if I was well and if I had any complaints. I said every place had its pros and cons. He asked if I was going to work, and how much French I would need to learn to do it. He said I was doing well to keep my distance. I went to the library. I typed up yesterday's notes, wrote Nolan's conversation, checked my flash drive, and wrote the first draft of the article on How to Deal with Stress. I happened to finish just as the bus came, and happened to be by the bus stop when the other came. I walked down Courie Pieirea O? to the police station. The woman said she would be taking the USB in as evidence and I wouldn't get it back, and it would be weird if they pulled it up in court and there was my resume. She said I could bring it back later today. I asked if she could check and see if the video played properly. She said when I got back. There was a library down the street, so I went there but had no more time on my account. I asked the woman behind the desk if I could have 5 more minutes. She gave me 15. I deleted the other files and went back. The police officer was busy and another woman was there, so I waited. When I got back to her she took the video, wrote down my name and case number, and asked for my ID. She asked if I was here as a student, whether I lived here. I said it was somewhat permanent (like, somewhat long). She asked me if I had filled out one of the papers and I said no. She said I needed to. [That was the complaint form. -5/8/21] She printed out what I had written and I based my statement off of that. She said she was surprised they didn't make me fill one out before. She checked it over and added a few clarifying questions. I asked if I should ask my landlady about the video. She said to ask her to hold on to it for as long as possible. "Best of luck," she said confidently as she turned to the next task. ...
Sept 18th, I was somewhat awake for a while, then woke at around 3, and 4:45 am, got up around 8, went to the thrift store to volunteer. There was a man standing in the middle of the street looking at me. [He was on the crosswalk.] I was directed to a woman who took me to a woman who spoke French and showed me how she organized the curtains. There was a new bénévole (volunteer) introduced named Cora... who speaks French. I was taken from stop to stop until we found someone who speaks English. She is older and has been planning on reducing her days. She showed me how to make the salad, asked what work I wanted to do, and how I got there. The man who was slow with the keys stopped by. They told me he was a priest. The pace of work was very slow and relaxed, and they kept giving me food. They dismissed me early and I bought lunch there, and then went to the thrift store to shop. I bought 2 shirts and a pair of pants. I went home, ate, read the news, did duolingo, and found 2 holes in the walls where they should not be. I carefully checked the walls and put leaves over all the holes. The locations of these holes face where I could be exposed when changing. I took pictures and covered these holes. … I heard Carl's voice down the hall. ... Someone was shouting as if on the phone in an exceptionally angry way... I finished Dibs. It was a true story. An almost verbatim account of a total transformation of a child. The moral was when you provide a safe, respectful space where people can explore their thoughts and feelings without them being confronted, they can work through their weaknesses and confusion, know who they are, and deal forthrightly with the world. The alternative is to be pushed inside of yourself, fearful and disconnected.
Sept 19th, My heart was pounding last night, woke and took off a layer of pants and socks, and put the fan on me for a few minutes with the sheet. I woke around 7, got ready and tried to give someone a Happy Birthday meme, but it didn't publish. I walked to the bus stop, saw a cop car on the side, and they drove away as I passed. I turned on data. The first few times I tried to post the meme, it just reloaded the person's page. I restarted my cell and did it again. It worked. I rested on the trip. A cop flashed lights at a bus stop... [This is in keeping with the behavior of police when they feel one of their own has been exposed: they send uniformed officers to keep showing up and intimidate me. I had just filed a complaint about Jase, giving more evidence to the idea that Jase was an agent. -3/17/20] When I got to the bike warehouse, I spoke to Rachel about her question and she said she will send future emails in French. Eleanor and Terry (the guy who asked me if I spoke Spanish) were here. Eleanor said the UBER bike service gave us a bunch of broken inner tubes they didn't want to take the time to fix. She had me do the same thing I did last time, although she said it was boring. There was a question with what to do with cuts. Terry recommended trashing, Eleanor thought they may be able to fix them, I suggested sending them if they had space and seeing. I worked on that. Sean and Mathias arrived. Sean was excited, smiling when he saw me, as he was several times after. There were lots of tubes I couldn't find holes in, I asked Eleanor why Uber would send us good tubes. She stammered and didn't make sense. She had this involuntary smile. She said she did believe there were good ones, and said not to waste too much time looking for the holes. As I was checking the good ones, Terry asked me if I was winning. I nodded. [There was a massive barrel of a boring job which involved me using the air hose. I had seemed scared of the noise the hose made when it came loose. Their story that these were damaged inner tubes a local businesses didn't want to take the time to repair didn't make any sense since there were so many good ones. Eleanor's half-smile and inability to answer showed that, and I had "caught" them. In that context it makes sense why I was asked if I was winning.] I asked Mathias several questions. He and I came up with a quick way to measure, and he thought it was funny we had been doing so much work for so long without that simple trick. Sean said he was taking his break first, still smiling. I made lunch and went to the empty conference room. There was a bike and pants on the coat rack where I got my bag. He popped in the room as I started pulling out my journal. I finished lunch and got back to work. I start to feel bad and turn on the fan. I ask if they repair all the tubes at the same time. Eleanor says they send them unrepaired and they are repaired by the partners. I say at the shop they have small patches and could fix some of them. My speech is slow. I say "comes" instead of "come." Perhaps I should have inferred from the context that they do not repair any inner tubes and was not thinking clearly. We were discussing it that morning. I later got my leggings off and went to put them in my bag. Riley asks if I had been working a lot, how I was, and says she heard things were rough for me last Friday. She said there were days like that, but she tried to make sure I would have all the parts to finish the bike. She said she would not be there but the boys would be. I kept working but couldn't finish the barrel. Eleanor and Mathias were very grateful for my work… [It was convenient for them after I had caught a flaw in their cover story that I got confused. That would help them gaslight and discredit me.]
Sept 20th, I woke up at around 2:30, 3:50-5:30, and 7. I turned the swamp cooler on during the night. I got ready and left, read the book of questions on the way, ate a little more and went into the bike shop. Henry said we were to build a shelf but must wait for the others. He took an outer shirt off. I set my bike up, and found a brush to clean the cassette Henry couldn't find. Richard and Adrian came, and we set up the shelf together. They mostly spoke in French and I did more so today. I cleaned and fussed with the axel and chain to get them back on, but I put the cassette on before the guard and the tool to get it off again was at the warehouse. I worked on truing the front wheel which was a lost cause and got thrown out as it messed with the break. Jaxson kept humming the Jewish national anthem and later a young boy came in and spoke with him for a while. He asked me if I spoke German. I asked why he thought that and he said someone told him I did. He also told me not to let the perfect be the enemy of the good as though I was being too particular with something. He helped me out here and there. Adrian came to learn how the axel was put together, and Richard came when Henry let me take off the cranks. During lunch there was a woman who spoke Spanish. Henry tried to speak with her. I read my book. Richard said something and my name and I looked up and they laughed. They asked me what I was reading and I showed them. They asked for a sample question and what it was about and I explained it was questions to understand yourself and your priorities. Henry asked to borrow it and by the end of lunch I finished it and handed it over. We picked out a new tire for the front and I cleaned it and set it up. At the beginning of the day I had asked for a walk through of the inspection, and by the time I got the bike in good enough shape to inspect, it was 5 minutes before 4. Progress was made. Henry said next week we would be inspecting bikes to rent in a container and he would text me the address. When I got back yesterday a white leaf fell from the aluminum plate covering a hole in the ceiling.
Sept 21, I ate and went to bed yesterday around 7 pm. I woke up around 10:30 pm and did duolingo. I was barely awake, and after the first lesson, there was a new screen that said I had a steak after doing only one lesson. [I was having concerning physical symptoms. I thought perhaps this new feature was encouragement to stop then and get to sleep. -3/17/20] That was a new kind of award, and I finished the other lessons and got my normal award. I looked at reddit and went back to sleep. I woke around 6 am and got up around 7:30 am. I got ready and checked my mail. I got an ad from Indeed and a bank statement but no work permit. … A man got on, sat in front of me, and closed 2 windows by me. [I wasn't feeling well and that would make it harder to breathe.] I got off at the yard sale at ………. which I had seen the sign for on the 17th. There were 2 men who didn't speak English. I was looking at a pair of jeans, and one man asked me if I wanted to try them on. He pointed to a tool shed in the back of the lawn with many locks and said I could use that. It reminds me of a question I saw on Reddit a few days ago saying you advertise free candy on vans to lure kids, but what do you put to lure adults? [I saw the sign for that yard sale after filing the complaint about Jase. It may have been a real attempt to rape me. This may have been in conjunction with the plan to impregnate me and abduct my child. -3/17/20] I walked to 3 other yard sales, and bought a few things at one. I chilled and was going to do laundry, but someone was there at 4 pm, so I went back after 5 and he was still there. He told me his name but I didn't understand. ... He stayed with his clothes. Another man was waiting to get his laundry in. I practiced instant French and held the door open while they were swapping. The other man asked if I was new here and left. I did duolingo and researched. I then cleaned my room and bathroom listening to Pawson on the Holy Spirit in the Old Testament, which was very good. I did dishes and Damon was there cooking. This was around 10pm. Lucas came in briefly. I saw Easton. Igor came in, came right up next to me, and asked me something like is there any more noise above you? I asked him "Is there anyone above me?" There is a slight possibility of squatters, or that he knowingly lets someone use his room while he was away. At first it sounded like he said he moved next door. [He said he didn’t know what they were doing. -2/16/20] I asked directly to make sure and he said he is still there but works (as a driver) and Damon lives nearby, but as for other rooms, he doesn't know, they are like ghosts. He explained to Damon that before I had heard noise from his room, but how could he make that noise when he is driving a truck? Damon laughed and said it was funny. [Gaslighting, and how do I address the noises at night? It seemed clear the frequent lack of and poor sleep was having a bad effect on my health by this point.]
