Category: Unified Theory

I woke up on the third morning more than a little groggy. It’s bad enough I had to sleep in a strange location, unwillingly taken from my family and friends and involuntarily detained via a certification of insanity, but the effects of my untreated sleep apnea were becoming uncomfortably noticeable.

Thursday, April 9th, was a largely uneventful day. It was originally to be the day that I was to argue my Charter Challenge before the Supreme Court here in Corner Brook, but instead I was sitting around waiting for breakfast in a secure psychiatric ward. Not quite what I’d expected for the day I’d spent months working towards, but at least it wasn’t a jail cell and I wasn’t being forcibly medicated. It was distressing to see the state of the other patients though.

I’d spent the previous day cluing up a few loose ends. Misha brought my jacket and pants for court and this gave me the time I needed to sew on a button. Had to do it in full view of the nurses station though. Can’t have stray needles floating around. I’d finished composing my counter arguments for the Charter Challenge in the hopes that I’d get to speak, but at this point I’d resigned myself to the knowledge that my hearing would be further delayed. I’d given my lawyer authority to speak on my behalf before the Court to apologize for and explain my absence. A delay has since been granted, but the final date hasn’t been determined as of the writing of this post.

My lawyer would finish filing the papers on Thursday and I’d meet with a legal aide in the evening to give them full access to my medical file prior to Friday’s Habeas Corpus hearing. This created another strange series of events that would further illustrate just how perverse the abuse of process was becoming.

Before I go further, I’m going to discuss some of the side effects of being pulled in. Aside from being unlawfully snatched from my home, slandered, and having my family and professional life completely disrupted, being detained can be surprisingly expensive. As I’ve spent the last few years living at or below the poverty line, I knew how to establish a solid budget and stretch my cash out quite well. As I was trying to develop a business idea with limited access to funds, I was stretching my finances further than I ever had before. This would come to an end when I was pulled in. What little cash on reserve for rainy days went into cab fair and trying to keep things calm for my family.

Upon emerging from detainment, I would find out two weeks later that my business assets would be frozen and I’d have to start making some quick phone calls. Things have been restored, but I still have been offered no proper explanation of how it was lawful to detain me as well as disrupt and degrade my business life.

Bill C-51’s new powers weren’t even needed for my detainment. The government simply leveled the accusation that I was delusional to expect to be able to argue before a Supreme Court Justice that they’re crooks and liars committing crimes against humanity so they had me committed for psychiatrist evaluation. They had full knowledge of my Charter Challenge and they can’t claim otherwise. The Attorney General of Newfoundland and Labrador specifically chose not to submit an argument after his attorneys were provided with my Memorandum of Argument. They chose to feign indifference and ignorance to the whole matter instead.

Another patient, Mary, was a good example of how detainment can shake the foundations of your life. She’s been forced to take a drug that’s making her gain weight and loose her teeth, along with a host of other side effects. The drug itself is known to her as Seroquel and it comes with a disturbing list of known issues. Its also been aggressively marketed for a number of off-label uses by an Australian pharmaceutical company, AstraZeneca, based on falsified reports for clinical trials that never actually took place. There are 10,000 lawsuits that have been filed against the company for the damaging side effects of this drug. Yet, here we have detainees under the Mental Health Act being forced to take it against their will.

Mary was recently detained because it had been discovered that she’d flushed her medication. She was tired of the physical and mental side effects and wanted freedom from her pill-shaped prison. They’d pulled her from her home before she could pay her rent for the month of April and brought her to the ward where I met her. Her rent for the month of April was left sitting on her television. Her landlord, disliking that she’d missed rent and perhaps thinking it would be ok to discriminate against someone detained by the State, served her with eviction papers. We discussed options for dealing with the landlord tenant issue. She’s since made plans to move to a less hostile location. I don’t know how her situation worked out, but I hope it got resolved.

Criminals are treated with more respect than wards detained by the State for reasons of mental health. Criminals are immediately offered legal representation. Patients detained under the Mental Health Act are not. Who really argues for the patients in these situations? I had the right to be advised of the reason for my detainment, but that never arrived. I expect the true reasons will emerge as hearings progress.

Criminals can also appeal their charges before a judge. The reasons for their detainment can be examined. Patients seem to lack this basic right of self-determination. Once medicated, they are under the authority of the prescribing psychiatrist. That doctor’s opinion then carries the weight of law, which is another example of how the rule of law abused in our country. A doctor can be appointed to a position of authority over another human being. They can remove that person’s right to liberty and freedom for refusing to comply with their directions. Patients can ask to be removed from their prescribed medications, but the doctors don’t actually have to listen. Especially with drugs like Seroquel, which have no standard protocols for discontinuing use. It turns the pill-shaped prison into a mental labyrinth, with the prescribing psychiatrist as the minotaur guarding the escape routes.

Seroquel is also known as Quell, which is darkly appropriate when used in politicized psychiatry or for simply sweeping societies uncomfortable mental health problems under the rug. Have a dissenter criticizing you too openly and angrily? Drag them off and have them ‘Quelled.’ I thank God for the peace of mind my personal beliefs inspire in me. They allowed me to weather the storm of detainment and double certification without much anxiety, which made the eventual release that much sweeter. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I believe spirituality is the root of the tree of wellbeing, not one of the branches or leaves, but the foundation itself. Building your mind on anything but the way you connect to reality is like building a house on sand. A good storm can undermine your foundation. Newfoundlanders especially should understand the idea of a house built on rock. Properly built, it can weather the worst that Mother Nature can deliver.

To that end, I spent most of Thursday anxiously awaiting my hearing before the Supreme Court the following day. I met with Misha and Ben during the afternoon visiting hours. Misha was exceptionally tired at this point. Like me, she wasn’t sleeping well due to the situation, but she is also 6 months pregnant so she had extra reasons to be tired. They left with Misha promising to return for the evening visiting hours. This wouldn’t happen as Misha would end up being arrested by the RCMP shortly after returning home. I wouldn’t know this until much later.

When visiting hours rolled around, another friend popped in to visit. He’d expected to meet Misha upon arrival, but this didn’t end up happening. He hadn’t heard from her since the earlier meeting. We tried calling her phone, but couldn’t get through.

As Misha disappearance was being noticed, my lawyer’s legal aide would arrive with disclosure consent forms to sign. She requested access to my medical records and provided two consent forms that I assumed granted full disclosure. I signed both, giving over full access to my file, then left her to make the needed photocopies. I took nothing from my file, nor did I ask anything be withheld. I opened my files like a book and offered the legal aide full access to everything that was available, then went back to hanging out with the visiting friend and trying to phone Misha.

This was the first time I was simply unable to reach out and contact Misha during the entire ordeal and it was the one that made me the most nervous. I had no idea where she was or what was going on. I contacted my family to see if they’d heard from her. I contacted Ben to find out if he’d seen her. He let me know that she was probably exhausted and home sleeping with the phone turned off. I hoped this was the case, but did let my roommate know I was a getting anxious about the whole issue. I’d already been taken from my home unlawfully. If a man’s home is his castle, my castle had been laid siege to and I felt as though my family now stood undefended.

I had a very rough night, unable to get more than a few hours of sleep due to the growing anxiety over what could have made Misha disappear. I wasn’t even thinking of the Court hearing in the morning, I just wanted to know what happened to her.

This concludes My Life of Certified Insanity (Day 3 – Part 1). The next installment for this day will cover Misha’s experience with the RCMP that left her cut off from any means of communication with the outside world.

When Day 2 of my time on the 4th Floor ward started out, I had been certified by a single signature of an ER doctor. It was supported by a five minute discussion with a psychiatrist who wanted to observe me for a month. I would later find out she has a hearing problem.

I made my first mistake while looking for breakfast. Not realizing the individualized menu system in place, I thought all meals were the same as the trays were laid out haphazardly on the tables. I didn’t spot the name of a fellow inmate until after I’d eaten most of the meal. I ended up swapping the name tag for my meal with his, but it was still strange that there wasn’t even a discussion about the meals or menus. I had to learn about the process from Red Sonya.

Red Sonya is a prime example of how underfunded the mental health care system is in Newfoundland and Labrador. She suffers from bouts of confusion due to difficulty in regulating her insulin, but due to a lack of funding for specialized needs she gets thrown into the 4th floor ward with possible violent offenders.

After breakfast I made a point of inquiring with the nurses which doctor I would be seeing for my follow up assessment. When I was told I would be seeing Dr. Talpur, the same slightly deaf tiny hindu woman so frightened by RNC presence she wanted to keep me under observation for a month, I was a little surprised. I’d spoken to her last night, why would she now be offering the second opinion? This was fishy. The first signing doctor, Thistle, could technically say he’d seen me. We’d been in the room together. He shook my hand and we chatted for a brief moment. He was also in the room in the presence of police who could witness that he’d seen me. However, I felt that his signature on that original assessment was supported by Dr. Talpur’s 5 minute assessment, so this really wasn’t a fair baseline as her impartiality had already been affected. She’d already been in the presence of armed men who’d brought in a man with a long beard and a stack of legal documents. The RNC were presenting her with a copy of my tweet, blown up to fill a full sheet of paper. I shit you not. That’s how they do it. One tweet fills a single page. Poor Mr. Dunphy. Such small words on a cell phone, blown up and magnified to such a huge size. I can only imagine how confusing that must have been.

I think the comparison to the Ottawa Shooter was influenced mostly by the police presence and the beard. I wasn’t raving or incoherent. I peacefully submitted to the entire process. If I had been clean shaven, she wouldn’t have given that extreme of a comparison much of a second thought. I had a stack of legal documents that explained my reason for being there. It provided context. But when presented with slice of my twitter history, my beard, and my arabic last name, she decided I was planning on blowing something up. Instead, I’m just an outspoken activist engaging in legal action against a government that has committed crimes against humanity. I’m also into the idea of building cheap advanced organic farms to feed people. Nothing in that plan should scare anyone except those who hate freedom and independence.

Just for clarity, I never recanted any of the words I uttered on Twitter during my time at WMRH. I still think Premier Davis is an abject coward who is threatening the economic stability of the province with his lack of foresight and inability to deal with the complexities of a changing world. His vision for Newfoundland became evident when he released his pro-police state RNC recruitment video last fall. He’s militaristic and Newfoundland should have no place in it for his brand of intimidation. It threatens families, which form the beating heart of this island. Richard Squires did it less than 100 years ago and it seems that Premier Davis is poised to make the same mistake.

For further clarity, and to assure my point on context is understood, I believe that the Confederation of Canada must be brought down to strip power from the federal government. Through their actions they’ve incited genocide abroad and are responsible for crimes against humanity. They should be arrested, face trial and if found guilty, be executed for their crimes. It is not a threat. It is an insult aimed at Premier Davis combined with a demand for a free and democratic society that embraces true justice. It was misinterpreted in the same manner as Mr. Dunphy’s tweet, out of its organic context.

However, this tweet was different from the one that the RCMP arrested and released me for with an order to appear before a judge. That one was an idle threat I’ll discuss later. Different tweet, different context, different aspect of free speech. I am scheduled to appear before a judge of a lower court in June to discuss the matter. I have no interest in securing legal aide on the matter as I’m comfortable preparing my own case and have an established lawful intention that goes back most of a year in a well documented process.

To get back to Premier Davis’ gutless cowardice, he has our province drowning in so much oil he’s stealing from our future to keep this leaky oil tanker afloat. We can’t bail the political class out anymore. They’re leeches who just want political power and authority. They’ve got no real ideas on how to right their ship because politicians never do. They’re just stealing from Peter to pay Paul. Literally. Let their ship sink.

Newfoundland and Labrador has a bright future, but all in resources that are currently under utilized because educated people are being completely ignored by these Conservative governments. Only 20 percent of the known arable land on the Island is currently producing food. Why are we paying so much to import tiny produce when we could supply all of our own cheaper and provide worthwhile jobs to locals?

Did you know there was a experimental greenhouse in Gander that provided fresh vegetables for 500 US soldiers year round? All the fresh produce they needed was provided by this one greenhouse. Imagine 1000 of these providing all the fresh produce for every family on the island. All organic. Never a worry about ferry service being unable to deliver or poor quality produce. Build them underground, use geothermal heating and tie them into Muskrat Falls to provide power for LED grow lights and Newfoundland and Labrador will never have to import fresh produce again. Ever. Might take ten years to build them all, but why wait? We could break ground on the first of them this summer if this government didn’t have its head jammed so far up its own oil-filled arsehole.

Other resources that are going underutilized are our shellfish wastes. Did you know that crab, lobster and shrimp are rich sources of chitin? Chitin is the amazingly versatile organic compound that will underpin the future for a number of fields. It is also the foundation of my research with insects. Want to know an excellent source of renewable and perfectly biodegradable bioplastic to replace polluting oil-based plastics? Chitin. Want to know how to keep produce from spoiling longer organically? Chitin. Want advanced bandages that speed wound healing? Chitin. Want to use less pesticides to control insects or fungus on crops? Chitin. Bigger flowers with brighter blooms? Chitin. Forget graphene, graphane and carbon nanotubes, one of the most important molecules for the future of our planet is chitin and its derivatives. Newfoundland currently just throws the majority of it away.

The other groups of molecules that Newfoundland has in a unique abundance are dihalogenated acetates based on chlorine, bromine and iodine. These are present in seaweeds. The results of the research I’ve been engaged in since 2007 show that they are an unrecognized vitamin for promoting proper mitochondrial function. I have a hypothesis that these compounds played a key role in the early evolution of multicellular life. They already have a 30+ year history of use in treating metabolic disorders. They were also shown to have a broad spectrum effect on triggering apoptosis in cancerous cells (2007), provided normoxic conditions are present (2010). Their unique, simple and compact shape puts them among the strongest organic molecules capable of reducing oxidative stress. Oxidative stress builds up over time and results in cellular exhaustion through mitochondrial dysfunction. Health Canada continues to claim these compounds are synthetic, despite research from the 60s and 70s and broad rediscovery in marine sources today. Check chemspider. There is plenty of corroboration there.

Between the electrical ties to Labrador, the shellfish, seaweed and farming resources, rural Newfoundland would have a bright, independent future on lock down.

However, the greedy, shortsighted mental midgets running the province from the Avalon think with their guns instead of the brains God gave them. They only want to lay claim to rural Newfoundland to deny others rightful access. They’ll change the Crown Lands Act to reclaim land that they want to exploit, pushing off families who’ve had the land in their families for generations. The Avalon will do to rural Newfoundland what Israel is doing to Palestine, steal the land out from under the families trying to live peacefully. Look at how they’re continuing to cut public services. Look at the cuts to education. Look at the gerrymandering under the guise of budget cuts for MHA representation. If they really wanted to uphold democracy, they’d slash their own salaries in half. Less representation diminishes democracy. Small powerful governments supported by a militaristic police have a tendency to become dictatorships. Ask Richard Squires.

So, as my final statement on the tweet that got me detain, I think that Premier Paul Davis is a useless simpleton that is steering Newfoundland towards economic disaster. He wasn’t even a real cop with the RNC, he was a desk jockey. Head spin doctor for media relations. He’s ignorant of the larger issues at play in the world and the province of Newfoundland and Labrador will suffer further due to his shortsighted stupidity.

To get back to my own issue on the 4th floor, when I found out Dr. Talpur would be conducting both the first and second assessments, I requested a second opinion.

At first, the nurses were a little reticent to discuss the matter, but when I explained my situation to them…

I’ll finish off the Day 2 in the next installment.