PART THREE: THE GAME CONTINUED

I thought that I would be free from the clutches of Sharon Turton and Eaton's once I was at university. I did not know the extent to which Sharon Turton was persecuting me. I attended the University of Victoria in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada from September 1983 to April 1986.

I managed to save a little money from my job at Eaton's for my education, but it was not enough. I applied for a student loan and was given a very minimal provincial student loan and a meager federal student loan. I received only a small loan because I had some savings. I got the maximum student loan for my third and fourth years at university, but the loans averaged only $5,500 annually. All expenses, including my tuition and textbooks had to be paid with this money. Tuition and textbooks averaged $2,000 yearly.

I ran out of money in late 1983 and I could not eat properly most of the time and often did not eat at all. I got ill in early 1984 and became bedridden for two weeks. I believe that I contracted the start of scurvy and I became malnourished, as well. My fingers became swollen and I had trouble bending them. I got a boil, that was the length of two one-dollar coins placed side by side and was the depth of the diameter of a one-dollar coin. I became too weak to get out of bed, but, one day, I chose to fight my illness. I chose to live and got out of bed.

I studied French and got my Bachelor of Arts at the University of Victoria. One of my teachers was an assistant professor with the last name Turton. I thought that this was very coincidental. The surname, Turton, is a fairly rare name and I wondered whether or not he was related to Sharon Turton. It turns out that he is related to her. He and two other professors at my university played the same game that Sharon Turton played on me. They were going to hire me as an assistant professor in the French faculty and train me as a full professor. They even rigged an exam against me.

I would sit down in my classroom and a female student would sit down beside me with no time to spare to talk to her before or after class. I was supposed to make a sexual pass at her and then I would have been hired as an assistant professor in the French faculty. I only had an inkling of what was going on, but I started to become aware of what Sharon Turton was doing to me.

In the middle of the spring of 1986, which was my final year of university, I began having three recurring dreams. One of these dreams had more than one ending. I had every one of these dreams several times each night for two weeks. Then, I dreamt each off and on for another two weeks. These dreams were very unsettling and they seemed to be harbingers of some future truth about me. The dreams were extremely real and seemed to come from an outside source: they did not seem to be merely a product of my imagination. Each time that I had one of these dreams, I would awake soaked in sweat. Each dream dealt with a possible take on an untimely death for me. One of these dreams seemed to indicate more of a problem than just my death. These prophetic-like visions, as I began to call them, unnerved me to the point that I phoned my mother and mentioned them to her. My mother dismissed my visions as nothing more than dreams, but I knew that they meant more than just an overactive imagination. I did not mention this subject again to her. When my mother asked me if I was still having the dreams several weeks later, I replied that they had stopped after four weeks and I told her not to worry about them.

The first of these three visions had me coming upon a full-grown, adult, black bear in the British Columbian forest. This type of encounter is not unusual in British Columbia and I had actually chanced upon a few black bears in the wild, but this dream sequence was peculiar. In the vision, I was walking through the forest and everything was pleasant and ordinary. Suddenly, a standing black bear materialized in front of me as if it were a spirit-like creature. It seemed to gloat over itself. Then, it gave an expression that signaled derision of me. I looked at the bear with a lack of understanding. The bear became angry with me and I looked at it in bewilderment. This seemed to make the bear furious. It took a step forward, growled, and sliced my face with its right paw. Blood gushed from my face. The bear then twisted its right paw and brought it back towards my neck in a semi-backhand. My neck was half severed and I fell to the ground dead. A miraculous thing happened next. I came back to life. I stood up and confronted the bear with anger. I shouted at the bear. I asked it why it was angry with me, why it had killed me, and what I had done to deserve death then and in that way. I spoke to the bear as if it were capable of speech. The bear looked confused, growled angrily once, and then it growled angrily twice more as it dematerialized. The initial fight with the bear seemed to be over, but I was still able to hear the angry growls of the bear faintly.

In the second vision, I was trotting up to the edge of a high cliff above a large body of water. Sometimes, this body of water appeared to be a huge lake and, at other times, it appeared to be the sea. I did not see a large tree root near the edge of the cliff. The root appeared suddenly, disappeared, and then, reappeared. I tripped over the root and plummeted to the bottom of the cliff. I scraped against the bare rock face of the cliff and slammed into the jagged boulders at the base of the cliff. My lifeless body started to roll into the waves of the water as a rag doll would. The wind increased. The waves rose higher and pushed me back into the cliff face. The wind became a gale-force wind and rolled me all the way back up to the top of the cliff. I stood up at the cliff top and I realized that I had died, that I was alive again, and that I was uninjured. From this point in the vision on, I fell from the cliff top repeatedly. At times, the initial sequence was replayed. At other times, I struck the cliff bottom differently and sometimes, the wind came up immediately, buoyed me up part way down the cliff, and then, pushed me back up into a standing position on the cliff top.

The third and final vision was likely the most puzzling. This vision was the shortest, the least detailed, and had the smallest number of consistencies to it. I would often redream the entire vision, but it was significantly different most times. There was a strong thread of similarity in each version, though. In the first version, I was driving quickly in my car along a twisting mountain road. One police car was following me. There were two police officers in the police car. Their lights were flashing and their siren was going. They were trying to catch up to me, get me to stop, and warn me about something. Finally, I looked back at the commotion and realized the police wanted to tell me something. Because of the obvious urgency of this situation, I was unnerved and lost control of my car. I plunged off the mountainside in my car. The police officer, who was driving, tried to stop their car where my car had gone off the road, but, as he was going too fast, he could not stop and they plummeted over the road's edge, too. After a few moments and after the dust had settled, all three of us stirred, rolled over, and climbed out of our cars unscathed. In the second version of this vision, I was in the back of the police car, but I was not a prisoner. I was telling the police officers in the front of the car where I had gone off the road with two other policer officers in the first version of this vision. In the final version of this vision, I was chasing after two police officers, who were in a police car. We were driving over the same stretch of mountain road as we were in the first two versions. I was not immediately able to get the attention of the two officers. When they noticed me, they did not understand what I wanted nor did they understand how I was alive. The driver was startled by all this and he failed to negotiate the same curve, where the police officers and I had gone off the road in the two previous versions. The police plummeted over the edge of the road. I failed to make a quick stop at the same spot and my car plunged down the mountainside, too. Once again, all three of us walked away unscathed from the wrecks.

I tried to get into a secondary school teacher programme at both the University of Victoria in Victoria, British Columbia and Simon Fraser University in Burnaby (a Vancouver suburb), British Columbia. The French faculty of the University of Victoria stopped me from getting into both programmes.

After this, I resolved to get a diploma in radio broadcasting and I wanted to get a part-time job while I was studying. The broadcasting school, in which I was interested, was in Victoria, but the owner decided to move his school to Vancouver.
I followed him. I picked his school for two reasons: the instructors at his school were more personable than at any other school and his school's tuition was about $6,500 cheaper than any other.

I tried to get hired part-time at the Hudson's Bay Company and at Sears in Vancouver, but they would not even give me an interview. They reacted to me as if I had the plague. I resolved to sleuth out my suspicions of being dealt a dirty hand at Eaton's. I went back to the Pacific Centre Eaton's store and they hired me immediately. I was hired in the display department. Everyone or nearly everyone in that department was a homosexual. This did not bother me. I was and still am heterosexual, but I can get along with anyone and enjoyed my job. I had no trouble with my co-workers. I do know that I was put in that department to make me look gay.

After six months of broadcast training, I was hired as a news announcer/reporter at a small radio station, which had the call letters CFBV, in Smithers, British Columbia, Canada. I quit Eaton's before I left to go work at the radio station. Eaton's had actually reduced my hours of weekly work from 37.5 to about 16. I had asked out a young woman, who was a manager at the same Eaton's store. I asked her out only three times in about six months. It was widely reported in the store that this young woman liked me and it was obvious that she did like me. Sharon Turton called me into her office about three weeks before I quit and told me that this young manager had reported me for harassment. It turned out that Sharon Turton had made up the charge.

A brief summary on my current status is in order at this point.

I have been told that all this has been proven in court. These and all my cases are before the Supreme Court of Canada. Extortion is a federal crime, of course. I spoke to one judge on the Supreme Court of Canada on September 11, 2004 through a sergeant on the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, who had the clearance and court order by the judge to speak to me. I spoke to another judge and a puisne judge on the Supreme Court of Canada on June 22, 2006 directly on a Royal Canadian Mounted Police constable's cell phone. A puisne judge is much like a deputy judge in Canada. Serious cases require at least two judges to sit on them. The Supreme Court of Canada has ten judges and nine puisne judges. I also spoke to my Crown Counsel representative on June 22, 2006 and had Crown Counsel removed from my case because of complicity on at least the part of some members in Crown Counsel in conspiracy to commit extortion against me and because of misrepresentation. My Crown Counsel representative admitted to collusion with the defendant in my case.

For those, who do not understand the machine that is Crown Counsel in Canada, it is a group of lawyers, who frequently double as judges and are a part or an offshoot of the government. On a federal and provincial level, Crown Counsel are a group that can and do function on their own and also have to take orders from the Attorney General, who is a politician appointed by the elected prime minister (federal) or by the elected premier (provincial leader) as the case may be. In addition to all this, Crown Counsel represents both the plaintiff and the defendant in large cases. Even though this is usually a free service provided to the plaintiff, it is rarely very productive for the victim (the plaintiff) or as productive for the victim as it should be. It appears as though this atmosphere of conflict of interest is prevalent in many cases, if not all: collusion by Crown Counsel with the richest court opponents seems common and garners these rich court opponents with many concessions. Nearly invariably, the richest court opponent BECOMES the plaintiff EVEN IF HE, SHE, OR IT STARTS OUT AS THE DEFENDANT. I will discuss these points at greater length later and I shall reiterate them. I felt that it was necessary to inform any possible reader of this blog that I have been told of the validity of my suspicions and charges against all the parties, whom I have named herein. There is yet more to tell and more that I have had validated within the two conversations involving Royal Canadian Mounted Police. In my case, no wrongdoing has been committed by any police officer. I have found the police to be impeccable in their conduct. The police have actually been used as scapegoats by Crown Counsel.