PART FIVE: THE BEGINNING OF THE END

The receptionist at CFBV broke with her 'boyfriend' and decided to help me. From what I understand, she went to Labour Canada, which was the government department overseeing employee-related disputes with employers. She helped procure taped telephone evidence proving my problems and complaints with Eaton's. She assumed another name to gain access to my parents' house in Mission, British Columbia, Canada, drove down to Mission, and stayed with my parents without me knowing. She lied about her name because she knew that my parents knew the pain that she had caused me in Smithers as I had told my mother everything about my troubles: the receptionist's real name was synonymous with my problems and my dismissal from my job in Smithers.

This was the third time that Labour Canada was involved in the same type of case concerning me. Labour Canada learned that I could read lips and that I could remember things that I had heard in my sleep. In order to prove my complaints against Eaton's, Labour Canada had the receptionist's sister and her sister's friend stand outside my ground-floor apartment window while I was sleeping and tell me that my case was in court, talk about my case, and tell me the things that I needed to do before I left Smithers. This was not only completely cruel, but there was no control for the experiment. All the information, that I was given this way, became rooted deeply in my subconscious: it became an unprovable, dreamlike reality. I was never told directly about this third trial, either.

It was during this time that KNX, one of the Los Angeles radio stations, to which I had sent a demo tape, tried to contact me, but I had had my phone disconnected as I was leaving Smithers. KNX was unable to get in touch with me.

My sister-in-law was about to have her third child and she, my brother, and their two children were staying at my parent's place in order to be close to their doctor. My brother and his family lived quite far from Mission and my sister-in-law trusted a particular doctor in Mission. This doctor had been my family's doctor for years. It was at this time that my father promised to come up to Smithers to help me move back to Mission. I still had not been told that the former receptionist of CFBV was staying at my parents' place: I never would be told she was there. You see, I had given her real name asking if she were at my parents' house, but the answer had been negative, of course: while the receptionist's sister had stood outside my Smithers apartment and told me that the receptionist was at my parents' house, the sister had neglected to mention that the receptionist had lied about her name. The former receptionist of CFBV decided to confess to having lied about her name and my family was furious with her. My father ordered her, my principal witness, to leave his house: this was a serious mistake on my father's part. My father told my brother and his wife that he would expel them from his house, too, if they told me anything about my trial or about the receptionist having been in his house.

On an aside here, many people in Smithers believed that I was a witch because of what I could do and they wanted to invoke a centuries-old law that would have allowed me to be publicly stoned.

My father came up to Smithers and stayed overnight there, so that we could pack the two cars up in the morning and head to Mission. The night my father arrived in Smithers, the radio Station Manager, Al Colison, was allowed into the vacated apartment beside mine and had a post-midnight conversation with one of his friends about me, my situation, and what he wanted me to do once I arrived home. Please remember that this all entered my subconscious and that the filters that one can use while awake or conscious are inoperable during sleep. No one was immediately aware of this turn of events. Al Colison had heard what I could do and wanted revenge on me for all the trouble that the police investigation was causing him.

The next day, my father and I loaded up our two cars and drove home to Mission. We arrived at my parents'' home around 2:00 a.m. on March 28, 1988. Because of Al Colison's conversation, my state of exhaustion from the drive, and an extremely high stress level, I felt compelled to awaken my brother and sister-in-law to ask them what was going on in my life. I was certain that they would help me make contact with the receptionist from CFBV. My father and I had passed the receptionist from CFBV half way home, but I could not believe my eyes. I was convinced that the receptionist was in my parents' home. I searched the house and found that I was wrong. I panicked. I became disoriented. It had been instilled in my subconscious that the receptionist was in my parents' home and that she and her family were helping me. I insisted that I had heard people say that the receptionist was in my parents' house. I was told that I was "hearing voices" when there had not been any. My father told me that he thought that I was going insane. I was forced into my father's car through the threat of manhandling, if that was what it took to get me into the car. I was taken to the hospital emergency ward and given some Haldol, a strong, now long-since discontinued tranquilizer. The doctor on the emergency ward told me that he thought that I might be paranoid schizophrenic or under a lot of stress. He said that paranoidal schizophrenia seemed more likely. While I waited with my father in the emergency bed area, the doctor went over to fill out my small, temporary prescription and my brother followed him. My brother had gone to school with the doctor and he told him in private that I had actually heard voices. My brother explained the situation and the threat of being kicked out of my parents' house if he told me anything. The doctor told my brother that he seemed to be suffering the same illness as I was. He threatened my brother with the same treatment as I was to receive.

During my appointment with my family doctor, I was given the same verdict: I was probably paranoid schizophrenic. I was given a full prescription of Haldol along with its antidote. Haldol can put the person, who is taking it, into convulsions. I was also ordered to see a psychologist for my apparent disorder. I fell apart mentally and refused to speak for about three months while I was in my parents' house. I did not go out of the house for three months, either. I did not believe that I was who I am. I was very confused because what I had been told in my sleep was so much a part of my reality and so cemented to my subconscious that I did not know what was real. If one part of my reality was unprovable, then I felt that all was false. I felt the need to prove to myself that I really was Stuart Martyn Bennett and so I looked at my identification cards repeatedly. I also compared the French and German, that I remembered, with what was in textbooks and I found that what I had remembered was the same. This all validated my past and therefore my present at that time. I could not understand, though, why all these facts were true and yet only part of my subconscious was faulty. I wondered what had caused the mental aberration. Of course, I was not wrong. My subconscious was working very well and people around me were being mean to me.

During this time, I struggled with suicide between fifteen to twenty-five times a day. When my parents went to work, I became very distraught. On one occasion, I pulled a large kitchen knife for chopping out of a kitchen drawer and I held its point against my stomach. I was ready to slice my belly open. I stopped myself and prayed to God. Finally, one night about two months after having come home from Smithers, I half awoke from a very agitated sleep. I was in the process of having a nervous breakdown. I gave a cry and I felt myself die mentally. I sensed myself being drawn up out of my bed and through the ceiling of my second-storey bedroom as if I were part incorporeal. I felt the slight chill of the summer night air. I was outside, but I could not open my eyes. I could hear two angels of God discussing my mental death, my parents' foolishness, and how easy it would be to heal me. I was being levitated above the roof of the house. I awoke in my bed the next morning with only a vague recollection of the previous night's experience. I was on the mend.

I forgot this experience until I overheard my mother talking about my disappearance on that night to my father. He was highly skeptical. My mother then told my sister about my disappearance in a phone call to her. I overheard my mother's comments. She said that she had heard me cry out and that she had gone to see me in my bedroom to check if I were all right. She had not found me there. I had no pyjamas at that time and my clothes were on the chair in my bedroom. She found my house keys in my pants pocket and she found all the doors to the house locked. The two sliding-glass doors could not be locked from the outside and so my mother knew that I had not gone out of the house through those doors. The two other doors required a key to lock the dead bolts from the outside and these dead bolts were locked. There was no way for me to have left the house and my mother told my sister that she could not find me anywhere in the house. My mother also told my sister that I would never wander around the house at any time without my pants on at least: this statement is and was true for me. When my mother asked me the next morning where I had been the night before, I had replied with a lie that I had been in bed all night: I had not known how to respond and was not able to prove the truth.

The psychologist told me that she thought that I might be paranoidal schizophrenic or that I had just been under too much stress. She ordered me to go to see a psychiatrist at MSA (Matsqui, Sumas, Abbotsford) Hospital as an outpatient. I went there and was placed in some group therapy, as well. I had been attending these sessions for only a little while, when the receptionist from CFBV phoned my psychiatrist and told her the truth about me. She told my psychiatrist about my trial with Eaton's and about my parents' lie to me and about me. The receptionist told my psychiatrist that my account was true. The receptionist from CFBV even stayed at my psychiatrist's home and yet, I was never told. The receptionist could no longer talk to me because court proceedings had begun against Eaton's and it would have been considered contempt of court for her to talk to me. This case was being tried in the Supreme Court of Canada as it was a matter of extortion.

Charges were filed by the hospital against my parents in the Supreme Court of British Columbia without my knowledge. My parents were given chance upon chance to explain themselves and I was never informed of this trial, either. I was aware that there was a trial being conducted to prove my sanity, but I was given no true representation in that trial, either, and if I had said anything, it likely would have been denied. This would have been akin to mental murder again: it would have reinforced the negative and been detrimental to me. The hospital wanted to bring my family back together, if it were possible and it was not. I was too angry to want any reparation between my parents and me. I was never given a choice. The trial in the Supreme Court of British Columbia was overruled by someone affiliated with the trial being conducted by the Supreme Court of Canada. I thought that this overruling was done by the judge presiding over my case in the Supreme Court of Canada, but, knowing what I know now, I suspect that it was Crown Counsel that overruled on the case in the Supreme Court of British Columbia and had it thrown out. It is probable that my parents actually reported the lower court to Crown Counsel in an effort to get the hospital case declared a mistrial and protect their 'innocence'. I was destroyed and felt devastated by this outcome.

I faulted the judge on the Supreme Court of Canada, had him removed from my trial, and had a new judge put on my trial. I hoped that this would help me, but it did not. I was still not informed of my case. My parents were being told of my case and they were supposed to be telling me about it, but they were not. They had lied to the court (perjured themselves) and said that I was under the age of consent. The age of consent in the province of British Columbia is and was nineteen years of age. I was nineteen years old when I started working for Eaton's and this is when my problems with that company had started.

During the period between March 1988 to July 1991, my father wavered from being a little angry with me to being outraged wit me. During the winter of 1990 to 1991, I was shovelling the snow from around my car and, as I did not want to pile it on the driveway, nor on the street, I piled it on the snow that was already on the grouping of rocks in the front garden. My father came out and shouted at me, saying that he did not want the snow piled on his rocks. There was nowhere else to pile the snow. He swung his shovel at me missing my neck with it by about one foot or thirty centimetres. He then shovelled the snow off his precious rocks and piled it in front and behind my car. My father frequently exhibits very selfish and childish behaviour. I know that I am not perfect, but I am open and reasonably tolerant. My father can tolerate virtually nothing. On several occasions, my father threatened to put all my belongings at the curb in front of his house and to ask me to leave, if I did not find a good job. He has even made that threat several time recently from October 2003 to the beginning of June 2006. My father has even gotten me fired from several jobs. He has even had some of my managers spy on me. He has also reported several companies to Crown Counsel in order to stop them from hiring me for high-paying jobs.

My family doctor, my psychiatrist, and my psychologist all came to the conclusion that I had been under too much stress and had not been paranoid schizophrenic. All three of these professionals had learned the truth about me and they knew that my understanding of the events surrounding my dismissal from my radio job was true. They all had been silenced by the court and, in particular, it was likely Crown Counsel, that had silenced them with a contempt of court suit, if they told me what my parents had actually done to me.

One day after I had been taking the Haldol tranquilizers for a while, I went into convulsions from that medication. My head kept twisting to the left and this action forced me to roll over in my bed repeatedly. I thought that I was going to die. My neck felt as though it was going to twist off. I saw stars. I was close to blacking out. I saw scenes of my childhood flash before my eyes. It was all I could do to take the antidote for Haldol. I was taken off the Haldol.