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The INN of JUSTICE is a collection of personal reflections, essays, and conversations about life; which contributes to the knowledge of Good Families.
Man-made injuries are cruel & mean and they are
the work of Lucifer; who tears things apart; and are a diabolical part of the collective mind.
Will my truth convince all Judges? Don asks! It takes Courage, but it does feel good to tell the Truth, even if you spill some free food they are eating.
Don in 2007. A Healthy Man.
Three times in my life of 81 years and needed some "911" help. Early; just past midnight I was laying... face down on the Highway No: 7 - Road in Massachusetts. I heard a quiet voice from distance, who was calling "Don... are you Ok?". Could it have been call from another universe? It was my brother Douglas who was about 40 feet away. I replied "I'm looking for my glasses." I realized that the Collision did happen. We were hit by a Driver who aimed his car at us. This Collision happened in 1952 on January 5. My Sisters birthday. I was 18 at that time; and had been promoted by the Queen to the Rank of a Military Officer in the Royal Canadian Signal Corps [RCCS] I was almost ready to be shipped into the Korean War.
Laying on that road for what seemed like hours... with my head swollen to the size of a pumpkin.... I thought, will help ever arrive. During those days there was no "911" help. Two cars passed by and didn't even stop. A third car did stop, with two young doctors who said Don is going into 'Shock' and needs immediate hospital care. Help finally arrived... a taxi-cab with fold-down chairs that were like a stretcher. The driver who caused the Collision was Drunk, and was injured, but not in shock. It took me 4 months to recover, back into super-normal states of mind. During this period I experienced "out of body flying" This made me remember what my Dad told me.. "believe in God and fear nothing.
The second time I needed 911 help was around 2 in the early morning, and my wife and sweetheart, Denise Wesley, had not come home. This was on the night before Christmas 2008, when I finally received an email from Her. She said.... "by the time you get this email, I will have left you." At that time we had been married for about 45 years. Loosing your very best friend also injures us Psychically. This is 2015 and I still miss her. This year would have been 50 years.
The third 911 call for help was also in the past midnight hours. Once again a Collision happened which, I did also see coming at me from behind my little Car. I was driving along Highway 43 in Ontario. I called 911 and one Sargent told me, over the phone, that no police were available for several hours. Once again.... 1952 came back into my mind. In this case, there was the Collision and an additional Psychic injury by the Police Collision report. The driver who made the Collision happen fled the scene of the accident. They found him the next morning.... ?? 62 years have past and Lucifer type minds still exist and seem to growing.
This last time however I was prepared by having my three best comforters available 24/7; God, the Holy Spirit, and Jesus. But my cell-phone went black just minute after the Collision! For the best is yet to come.... follow me at ...
85 percent of us do care; the 15 percent who are in power over us don't care... so we are told by psychologists. ! Together we must obtain 100 percent who do care. This has been my passion since I was 2 or 3 years of age.
Juli Alexander, Executive Director of Redress, Inc. candidly discusses the present condition of the American judicial system. Examples of life destroying decisions void of common sense, morality and law handed down by judges are cited. The newest malady evolving from courtroom encounters called "Legal Abuse Syndrome" is explained. The accountability, qualifications and even the sanity of some judges are questioned and with good reason. The self policing or rather non-policing of judges is discussed and questioned. The fact that many actions have now been undertaken by judicial officers to protect themselves from the very people that they are sworn to protect is offered as a prime example of their fear of retaliation by those they "judge." The phenomenon of "power addiction" is also introduced. Don't let yourself become the next court room victim leaving a hearing wondering what happened to justice. See and hear what Juli has to say.
Communities like Tim Hortons - Many Spiritual Meetings Happen
I chatted and asked 4 OPP [Ontario Provincial Police] if they would help me, if I asked them for Help.
I want to thank all our police officers for the good work they do for "us"!
This tiny story happened a few weeks ago. It is a true story that maybe forgotten and die rather than live and grow as a living entity will. This is just me, little Don, putting this little story on my tiny INN Blog. Please notice the size of my underwear. Big enough to take the heat of the War-of-Culture clashes. To see more of the "Thinker" Stories.. follow this link below.
I'm an older Grandfather now. I still can pee and I'm really good with thinking problems through to their rightful answer.
Tonight (1:05 AM) at Tim Hortons in Winchester, Ontario I finished eating my Chilli Supper and Coffee with a Bagel. Katie was there and had just served and warned me.... that interior car light was still on.... Thank you Katie K8.
Then I casually walked toward 4 OPP Officers' at a table, and engaged all in a little conversation about changes to the Criminal Laws in Canada. They were all very pleasant officers waiting to make arrests of all kinds. False arrests by officers seem to be something back in my days when I was in my 20's.
Given the changes in this book of laws in 2013; I asked if they would assist Me to make my own arrest? I had told them how in 1951, I assisted an OPP officer to make an arrest of two teenaged kids who stole their fathers' car!
Back to the important part this tiny story.... one Officer was certain that they would not. He asked for my name and where I lived. I willingly gave him what He wanted to know. Why, did he think I was crazy?
I disagreed with his miss-interpretation of the changes to the law [where he meant a citizen arrest] and we all smiled and I parted.
My intention was to see if they really knew the laws of Canada. I left with impression that 3 were uncertain. In my chat, I mentioned three key words, embezzlement, fraud and conspiracy. The same certain-minded Officer said "you must go back to Montreal if it is Fraud or get yourself a lawyer. He overlook two important words. I told them all.... I tried everything with all the police officers in Quebec, Ottawa, Ontario, Montreal and the RCMP in Canada; all refused [apparently] to be cooperative with an old man who was being "abused" by his family: Psychologically, financially and even more. One veteran RCMP criminal investigator for Service Canada, told me in April on day 3, 2014, that my case was one of embezzlement. This message he delivered to me in Tim Hortons at about 2;00AM. He also said the case was before the Crown Attorney. All this cost me [now a very poor old man] $0.00. The conclusion up to this moment is that .... all my Rights to protection of property and belongings have disappeared as if into dust like the 9-11 towers. There another seldom used law... quite old... which remains to be used. To give a greater understanding and needed balancing to my unjust treatment before courts of law please enjoy watching the following lesson. Before you leap into intuition and out of logic... hear this from little me "I was born on Easter Monday, April 17, 1933. On 48 Hours [USA] TV they reported that Jesus' birthday, was not December 25; it was April 17 - 6 BC. I too...am a very kind man who gives "comfort" freely if you accept it ! donwesley1933@live.com
The subject - "The OPP Collision Report of 15 February" 2015 ?
When I called 911, on the 16th and they connected me to the OPP operator, she said this was the second accident to happen on Highway 43 near Chesterville, during the past hour ?
My own personal Collision.... happen between 0.1 and 0.2 kilometers, west of Queen Street in Chesterville. I looked east and west [my habit since I was 18 years old] and there were no cars in sight. I can see vehicles with lights on... at least (1) kilometer away on a dark night. I'm never ever in a hurry and I'm very prudent and a driver who leaves a lot of bubble space between speeding vehicles; I'm hyper vigilant all the time and I prefer to drive at night when there is very little traffic, but maybe a few distracted drivers.
The Collision was "not" at Smith Road, (1.8) kilometers west of Queen Street.
The date for my Collision was the 16th, in the morning hour around 1:00 AM.
I was at home on the 15th at 11:30 PM, contrary to the Police Collision report.
I called 911.... Some time around 1:00 AM at Tim Hortons . There were 2 employees there who know me, very well ~ witnesses.
The Collision [into my rear Bumper] happened minutes after 12:45 AM on the 16th.
While at Tim Hortons. Sargent Sylvain Laducer Badge, No: 9122 returned my call at 1:00 AM - 16 February 2015.... to say no units were available. His message was saved on my TELUS Cell Phone.
I have all my meals at Tim Hortons..... every night, past midnight: and I was driving back home sometime after 2:00 AM February 16, 2015.
On my way back home I stopped at the intersection of 43 and Queen Street, and I found some shattered plastic parts that were from another vehicle. I took pictures.
I gave these parts to a female OPP officer on the 17th, and she said they were from a Chevrolet. She came out to see my vehicle I took these parts from passenger front seat.
My vehicle is a Chrysler PT Cruiser, and the Vehicle identified in the Collision report I was given, by the Male Officer on the afternoon of the 16th is a Dodge?
The date is the 15th at 11:30 PM. And where it happen was Smith Road, according to the collision report I received. I'm still waiting for the collision I was involved in!
Not one OPP Unit,was available for my accident on the morning of the 16th!
The man who came to my car door and asked how I was; got back into his vehicle and left the scene of the accident. He was angry or pissed off about something.
The male OPP constable who delivered the Collision Report of the 15th said "This man has been charged with leaving the scene of the accident ?
I never drink, smoke or take any chemicals at all. I work all night and sleep during the day for several years.
I'll be 82 next month and have never caused an accident since I started driving at the age of 14, in Montreal, where I was Born.
At 18, I became a Military Officer and one night in 1952 January 5, I was hit by vehicle and projected over 30 feet and landed on my face and survived the hit by a Drunk driver.
The vehicle that did hit my vehicle, on 16 February 2015, had a clear access to the passing lane. There were no other vehicles in sight.
Given that I was still reading my emails until at 12:11 AM, on the 16th.... I could not be on Highway 43 at 11:30 PM on the 15th.
So, is the Collision report False and the Traffic Summons wrong also ? This alone as triggered my PTS symptoms; an injury given to me by someone. {The Officer?}
Don Wesley 1933
I was reading my emails that I just received,
as the Microsoft One-Note picture above reveals.
I was not where they indicate in the OPP Collision report.
Embezzlement is the act of dishonestly withholding assets for the purpose of conversion (theft) of such assets by one or more individuals to whom such assets have been entrusted, to be held and/or used for other purposes.[1] Embezzlement is a kind of financial fraud. For instance, a lawyer could embezzle funds from clients' trust accounts, a financial advisor could embezzle funds from investors, or a person could embezzle funds from his or her spouse. Embezzlement may range from the very minor in nature, involving only small amounts, to the immense, involving large sums and sophisticated schemes. More often than not[citation needed], embezzlement is performed in a manner that is premeditated, systematic and/or methodical, with the explicit intent to conceal the activities from other individuals, usually because it is being done (by the perpetrator) without the other individuals' knowledge or consent. Often it involves the trusted individual embezzling only a small proportion or fraction of the total of the funds or resources he/she receives or controls; in an attempt to minimize the risk of the detection of the misallocation of the funds or resources. When successful, embezzlements continue for years (or even decades) without detection. It is often only when a relatively large proportion of the funds are needed at one time; or they are called upon for another use; or, when a major institutional reorganization (the closing or moving of a plant or business office, or a merger/acquisition of a firm) requires the complete and independent accounting of all real and liquid assets; prior to, or concurrent with, the reorganization, that the victims realize the funds, savings, assets or other resources, are missing and that they have been duped by the embezzler. In America, embezzlement is a statutory offense so the definition of the crime varies from statute to statute. Typical elements are (1) the fraudulent (2) conversion (3) of the property (4) of another (5) by a person who has lawful possession of the property.[2]
Fraudulent: The requirement that the conversion be fraudulent means simply that the defendant wilfully and without claim of right or mistake converted the property to his or her own use.
Conversion: Embezzlement is a crime against ownership; that is, the owner's right to control the disposition and use of the property.[3] The conversion element requires a substantial interference with the true owner's property rights (unlike larceny, where the slightest movement of the property when accompanied by the intent to deprive one of the possession of the property permanently is sufficient).[4]
Property: Embezzlement statutes do not limit the scope of the crime to conversions of personal property. Statutes generally include conversion of tangible personal property, intangible personal property and choses in action. Real property is not typically included.
Of another: A person cannot embezzle his own property.
Lawful possession: The critical element is that the defendant must have been in lawful possession of the property at the time of the fraudulent conversion and not have mere custody of the property. If the defendant had lawful possession the crime is embezzlement. If the defendant merely had custody, the crime is larceny.[5] Determining whether a particular person had lawful possession or mere custody is sometimes extremely difficult.
Revised November 27, 2015. Still without Justice, since Xmas Eve 2008. Christmas and far from Home - God doesn't like this Crime - April 17, 1933 [Dons' birthday] The day Christ was born.
In 1933, it was Easter Monday.
Doctor Lundell; This is a picture of him. I wish he was alive today.
He is alive in the other world; the one so many doubt exists. He knew that BPD was best healed by God. I Don Wesley took this picture of Fred. He never prescribed medical drugs. He just caressed my whole family for over 11 years.
A slightly revised Story, just short of the injury predicted by our Family Psychiatrist, Doctor Fred Lundell.
The Divorce went through June 9, 2013.
I have yet to see a cent of my lost wealth
A song from the heart - "Ne me quitte pas"
Look this song up on YouTube...
“Resources to Rags – An Elder’s Earnings, Stolen by Fraud in an Unjust Civilization.”
“Five Christmas Eves, away from Home”
Hi, old pal, Victor Roth,
Our time-line of friendship started in 1942, in Montreal, Canada.
We have watched each other over these years with our growing awareness of what wisdom is all about.
By making mistakes, we learned what behaviours to avoid. Without mistakes there is no learning.
This story, which I am revealing here, is about the mistakes my Family made. Mistakes which some might refer to as evil. Other names can also be used. But evil fits my foundational world-view-system of logic and intuition.
And their evil doings, leave me to suffer. The name today, given to the suffering is called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. PTSD. Years ago it had no name and therefore did not exist as far as most people knew. A subset is called Legal Abuse Syndrome; check Google about it!
My son, Doctor Steven John Wesley, a Psychiatrist, knows better but doesn’t care.
His, not-caring, is a symptom of Psychopathy. [More in another story]
He is successful and I believe very helpful to his patients, except the first.
I must say at this point that I love all my Family and Francyne; but hate what they have done to me.
I repeat that I love them and care about them and always have. I miss them. Only my relationship to God and his Son are more important to me. This is my world viewpoint. I am just about 80, and it has served me well. That relationship, has kept me wanting to fight for change in governance, which now is truly unjust. I view the challenge before me now as the biblical story of Job.
As my Family's Christian father, I have the responsibility to tell them they have made mistakes which can be called sins. When they confess their crimes and repent I will be happy for them.
[An aside] Today, in the News, the Pope Forgave his former Butler, in the Jail House.
Now, back to this evening. I was invited, to a precious small and quiet supper and coffee before the fireplace, here on College Street in Chesterville, Ontario. I was able to answer questions of my hosts, Monique and Roger; questions about my whole story of “Five Christmas Nights, away from Home” or “Resources to Rags – An Elder’s Earnings, Stolen by Fraud in an Unjust Civilization.”
On Christmas day, it will be 5, since my Sweetheart and Soul-mate was tempted away from me, by a woman known as Francyne. Somewhat like Eve, the first advertiser. Francyne, apparently thought, she is a Harry Potter hero, whose job it was to rescue my sweetheart wife, named Denise. Denise, hurting gave in to the temptation. I have become the villain in their opposing story of miss-information.
To give comfort to myself, over this lonely period of 5, I have kept in mind, the baby child who was born on Christmas Day. Like most all of us, I fall in love with Children; most especially with babies.
I think about my grandchildren; but also about the child in each of us. When we see the undamaged child in each of us, we see goodness. Undamaged children are curious but do no harm, they just learn what not to do, by making mistakes.
My hosts, sat listening to my story, with all their awareness functioning. For me as the story teller; I felt the grace of our creator, as their listening released the energy of compassion. I felt very happy to see them understanding what they found to be a compelling story. Were they compelled enough to act, only time will tell.
As an opening to the story, I told them, it was you, Victor Roth who, operating from San Francisco, found me this room, in their home to live in. It is almost two years, living with them. You my old friend did act unselfishly, to help me. For me it was a miracle.
From here, as a base camp, not home, I began to meet kind people. But for me, I am still in a State of Homelessness. Kind people really do help a suffering soul. They can help but not heal. Only justice can heal, but for me and too many others, 5 Christmas's will have passed with no justice. Our system of governance is overloaded and doesn’t work. It is unjust by definition.
You, Victor Roth, my very old friend, made finding me this base camp, possible. I found some relief from the torture I was experiencing from the unconscionable actions of my own family - "evicting me, from my very own home with only the clothes on my back." No reasons were given except the lie saying that I was a tenant who failed to pay the rent. It was someone's crazy idea, but it succeeded in working. I immediately reported my lawyer to the Bar for mis-representing me.
It was so unbelievable to me, I thought as did the police officers, that I would be back in my home in a few days following appropriate Court remedies. We had all lived in the property since 1969 and were very well known in the community.
Returning didn't happen. The Court was lead to believe the lie my family told.
I have become of Victim of Elder Abuse. I will be representing myself before the final Judge in the early new year. I will ask the Honourable Judge to turn this case over to the criminal Court. I have all the information to proceed. No police officer is needed,
The whole truth is, that I bought and fully paid for this home in 1969. Denise inherited her parents home and money and doesn't need mine. She could have all if she if she stayed in our marriage made in heaven. Heaven is only a question of mind.
A well planned crime was committed by my family. If you find it difficult to believe; find excellent explanations on You Tube.
From my Home to a State of Homelessness, my forced eviction took place July 31, 2009.
I have a medical document declaring that it was enough to make me suffer PTSD.
I am traumatized, by the criminal actions of Denise, Francyne, Steven, and Michael. All used the power of the Court to fraudulently steal my family home from me. They all appeared pleased by the success they had. To them they deserved it. They were all so charming as all psychopaths are. They were quick to sell the home. I now was seen as the evil one. The evil accusers succeeded. Steven told an RCMP Officer in Ottawa, that they had to sell the home. He will find it difficult to prove that statement now.
[As an aside] Having learned more about PTSD, I can now say with good information that it was a time of torture. It is time for all to know that I, Don Wesley [1933] am just one of the all too many in humanity who are victims of such evil, by psychopaths.
I had first become a PTSD victim as an abused child and then again as a young man of 19, injured when struck by a drunk driver. That was in 1952. I was lucky to have survived.
The symptoms of PTSD include having problems with social interactions. I withdrew from people, to the quiet of my own mind. My wife and children suffered as as result. We were all ignorant of the fact that I had a Victims problem, to overcome [nothing more] Dad, to them was just a too stern father. Denise, ignorant of the harm she was doing gave them all and more than they needed. She hid from me their criminal doings as children. I did eventually find out and was shocked by what they had done as children and continued to do as adults.
Fortunately the good times outweighed the bad. I worked hard creating intellectual know-how, which I sold to make a very good living. My family benefited as we lived within a very comfortable income.
I rebuilt business organizations to make them more successful for all the stakeholders. Many of the companies were very big. My sons did work for some of them. My success in this area led to more work than I could handle. When my work as the creator of new organizational design finished, I left each firm. Leaving was when my symptoms of temporary PTSD would return.
My military Psychoanalyst told me that Denise would kill me. I later learned she was a victim of her fathers abuse. She showed the symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder; self harm. So we were a dysfunction family. Denise and I didn’t argue, she most always agreed, but did what she wanted behind my back. I loved her I gave her all the money she needed.
[Back to my Story of “Six Christmas Eves, away from Home” ]
Like the Flag Pole Protestor of years past, I cried out to all who could listen;
“Wait until morning, to see if I would leave my pole top platform alive." It did grab their empathy listening.
Some provided a meal. Finally a Gentleman named Herb Foxwell provided money for a shelter.
Some nights the temperature reached 23 degrees below freezing as I tried to find comfort in my car. I had no money nor friends to come to my aid. All my wealth was in my property; my Home Property. Incoming pension cheques took weeks to arrive. I did receive some help as you can see seen in other small stories, in this blog.
It was too often gasoline or food decisions. It is for me, Hell on Earth. It still is at times, when my PTSD moods shift into hurting memories. Luckily I have the knowledge of Psychological Mind Sight and prayer to recover to fond memories. Now I also have knowledge of early "Attachment Problems." I learned all this knowledge to understand why I was in this situation of man-made suffering. Was it all my fault? No it is not. I committed no crime and was a compassionate, aware and very caring husband and father. I was very worried about my sweetheart Denise. In the middle of 2000, I searched for but did not find the understanding in myself of what she needed. I was ignorant and suffering with her. She need much greater emotional support that I knew existed at the time.
I did get angry with myself; but no longer. I still love her and pray for a miracle to find us back together. I am in good health, and take no medications. Divorce does not solve family problems.
My earnings and savings were put into my property, which I had carefully planned, to be our home until the end of my life with my wife Denise, who, still in my heart is my sweetheart.
That property was also where my office, studio and tool shop were separately located. The was no need for them to fraudulently steal my home. Denise my wife, since 1964 had inherited her own property to live in.
The reason they did what they did, can only be called greed, or the need to kill me.
Don's Victim Statement - Elder Abuse Torture
A Killer Family
The financial loss is certainly over a million and more. I started out very poor and amassed a little fortune and the Family Home.
So the story today, does not include a remedial solution; but I am told I will get my home back and that my sons, may have bought the home in 2009 and that would be fraud. There is hope however.
I have also turned over to the RCMP in Westmount, (Montreal) all information about the crimes I have identified that Denise, Francyne and my sons have committed. The Montreal Police have also been given the information.
My PTSD symptoms make me withdraw from social interaction, and my family mis-understanding is what I am suffering from. They withdrew and without knowledge, “psychologically abused me.” To them, I was the evil one; their story continues to mislead too many. They felt the discomfort of “walking on egg-shells” as my wife said. Such abuse is a Crime, but is seldom prosecuted by our police agencies.
Why, "Is what we are all beginning to talk about."
It is interesting to note, that today the CBC Television station News has covered the
New story with the tag name being - “ Idle No More.”
My dinner hosts quickly agreed with the following statement
“Our system of Governance has become Unjust.”
The question arising “Is it too late to save our civilization from regressing?”
Monique and Roger, are now are aware that my story is wider than, the narrower, focus of divorce.
Rather, it is a living story of
“Resources to Rags – An Elder’s Earning Escaping by Fraud in an Unjust Civilization.”
The Courts are unable to protect the Rights of all equally, “because processes are given priority over people.” Their is just too much complexity that has been added to living. It is chaotic.
I have also been able to hint an explanation of how psychopathic family members, can destroy a family and even murder a Parent.
We need, not just fixes, but revolutionary changes to our social organizations! These sudden opportunities to explain before an enlighten audience, are to me a miracle.
The subject of miracles today, by world renowned scholars is what I refer to here below:
Denise, my wife and I met and gave birth to two miracles, Steven and Michael. Our parents gave birth to me and my wife Denise. Being miracles, we must live to be who we really are. The old question of To Be or not To be, is still valid.
The question is, will we or will we not be who we are created to be?
We all have parents and must therefore be miracles! We must get it right, I think.
For me this night, I acknowledge the miraculous people who now know my story.
I share this little story with the world on this my Blog.
I hope it will have more legs, than the fairy tale of “Harry Potter.” There are probably 7000 more stories like this tonight; will it be enough to go viral?
I confess that this little story wrote itself, using my fingers
Via the wiring of my body-brain-mind and directed by my mind of one The seeing Eye
It makes me happy to share. Merry Christmas everyone: from my House to Yours
