PERSONAL RESUMÉ IN PROGRESS

The daughter of Georges St-Pierre is a little acadian orphan.

She became an orphan following the tragic and sudden passing of her father over 40 years ago.

This trauma fractured her heart and her family forever and resulted in a fracture of her soul known as

Dissociative Identity Disorder which protected her from her unconsolable sorrow to this day.

She is currently hidden in Acadia by Acadians and Canadians because Dissociative Identity Disorder is not recognized as a valid and real mental suffering and is still not understood. It is this fact which now prevents he from revealing herself publicly and supports herself financially.

But after eleven years of self-healing she now attempts to make herself heard but she needs your help to overcome the censure of her Real Story in the making and the obstacle of her Canadian imposed social isolation given that she is Asperger and is recovering from Celiac Disease.

She therefore invites you to support her so as to help her regain her true voice

as she truly aspires to be the militant voice of humanity.

MEM is the name of Georges St-Pierre's daughter as it is the acronym of her birth name  Marie Elizabeth Mireille St-Pierre.

MEM is also THE MIRROR OF THE SOUL and is the 13th of the 22 letters of the Hebrew Alphabet 

which corresponds to the number 40.

The letter MEM incites the return to the matrix waters which diffuse and support life beyond death.

The symbolism of the letter MEM also evokes the tao of taoism which is the source and the path which allows the return to our primordial authenticity and allows us to find our true voice.

Marie Elizabeth Mireille St-Pierre, the daughter of Georges St-Pierre and the God Daughter of Adélard Blanchard, worked for Telus Communications and Bell Canada for over 15 years out west in Calgary and Vancouver respectively. She used the nickname Maya as early as 1999 when she first started working for Telus in their 310-2255 Residential Calling Centre as well as in their Credit Collections department.

It is there that she first faced the reality that no one knew how to pronounce her French name Mireille. She eventually married into the Mathewson Family and informally become known as Maya Mathewson. She later legally changed her name to Lizi Peters upon realizing that childhood trauma had fractured her soul and resulted into Dissociative Identity Disorder which left her totally unable to feel any emotions or sensations most of her life until she was hit with severe PTSD and relieved her childhood trauma in 2014.

It took years for her to fully understand and heal from her sickness which was truly dual in nature given how her alternate identity Mireille not only prevented her from simply being her authentic Asperger self but also predisposed her to Celiac Disease which is not only known to be prevalent amongst those on the Spectrum of Autism but also known to be a life long Terminal Disease.

This site is where she now Self Advocates and fights for her Human Right to not only obtain a proper diagnosis and proper care but also regain her voice and her reputation after being shunned by her employers and the system every single time her health mysteriously collapsed. It is here that she now writes daily so as to document her attempts at obtaining assistance despite the persistent and heartless rejection she faces every single day.

This process of documenting her Real Story in the making now deems her a Self-Reporter for Real Reality TV, also referred to as RRTV, which she founded as a Self Advocating site so as to broadcast her Real Life Story in the making over the internet in the hope of finding some assistance. This Self-Reporting process is truly therapeutical in nature as it allows her to vent all her frustrations via the use of Tough Love with the understanding that she will never ever swear or curse anyone.

It truly is this Self-Reporting process which now allows her to emotionally survive the systemic and total shunning of her person as well as the devastating effects of prolonged social rejection and social isolation she now endures for years while the Canadian Authorities wrongly persist on making her a crazy and threatening woman with what appears to be the blind support of the Canadian Mental Health Association and her current employers Telus and Walmart.

Her Real Story in the making is now at the point where she has exhausted all her personal resources and savings and is left with only but a few weeks or perhaps a few months of food supplies until she can finally succeeds in Breaking the Silence surrounding her Real Story in the making so as to negotiate a small Good Faith settlement of $47,000.00 and obtain but one work reference so as to secure gainful employment again.

How a former Bell Canada Management Employee can mysteriously disappear in plain sight is truly beyond comprehension yet it appears this is indeed  the deal in Canada La La Land, the land of the homeless, where countless social rejects like her just end up being shunned to the homeless pavement where the media will always always turn a blind eye.

It is this heartless and unspeakable and depraved hate crime which now compels the Daughter of Georges St-Pierre to seek reparation in the amount of $47,000.00 as a tax free Good Faith settelemnt for all the abuse she endured at the hands of depraved Canadians who persistently ignored her since her health first collapsed back in 2014. 

She also seeks to have the Canadian Authorities fix her latest income tax reports directly with the CRA given how she now supposedly owns over $4,400.00 in income tax which makes absolutely no sense.

She also expects the Canadian Authorities to account for any interest incurred on her Tangerine line of credit and two small credit cards in addition of providing a formal letter of apologies signed by no other then King Charles III himself.

This formal letter is to clearly articulate her true diagnosis so as to clarify that she was never ever mentally ill but indeed physically ill which means  that the half dozen false mental illness diagnosis she received over the years are  indeed all false.. 

This is to be done with the understanding that she will never ever pursue anyone in court for the wrong doings she endured but will only seek to resolve her disputes amicably at the negotiating table out of the public eye.

I will always remember the very first time I ever drove a vehicle.

My father let me drive his Red Datsun and we went for a ride in the field behind our house.

I wasn’t nervous or anything and my father was so very supportive. I mean he was also so very proud of me all the time. He was also very seldom home so we didn’t get to do this very often. Now I can’t quite remember the exact year this happened but my gut feeling tells me that this was the very same summer him and I slaughtered a pig in 1978 when I was only 9 years old or not long after.

The next Driving Lesson I remember was with one of my professors from Junior High l’École Léandre Legresley. His name was Mr Raymond Landry. He was this very tall strong man with dark curly hair and a prominent nose with the most jovial look on his face all the time. He was a very kind man and he drove this tinny little car that was most disproportionate to his size.

For some reason my mother had arranged for him to give me Driving Lessons before passing my Driving License Exam. I mean thinking back this makes a lot of sense as my mother never ever wanted to have anything to do with me.

The next thing I remember is driving my mother’s car on our way to visit her friend June.

This was my first time driving after passing my Beginner’s License. Everything was going well and my mother pointed June’s driveway to me as we were approaching her house.

So as I looked into the rear mirror right away, knowing that I had to turn left and cut through the upcoming traffic lane in front of me to enter June’s driveway, I noticed that there were at least three cars behind me and that they were all somewhat too close to one of another in some kind of procession line with two more cars ahead of me.

We were truly sandwiched in the middle of a long line of about six or seven cars. 

So as I flashed my left signal light in preparation of my left turn into June’s driveway a car appeared right besides me to my left. The car was literally right beside me out my window. I had just begun to turn into June’s driveway but when I noticed the car I quickly pulled myself to the right slightly and both of us just ended up traveling together side by side for a few hundred yards pass June’s driveway and over it into the field.

Nobody was hurt but my mother accused me right away of not looking into the rear mirror before turning left but that was not true. What had happened was that the second car behind us had suddenly decided to pass in front of the long procession of cars and there was absolutely no way for me to see it coming.

I mean everything just happened too fast as he started to pass the three cars in front of him including my mother’s car. So there was just no way for me to see him pass us. He also couldn’t see me signal my left turn.

Anyhow, this was my first and only car accident involving another car and it was eventually decided that the car behind me was at fault so it never impacted my Driving Record.

My next driving memory is that of buying my very first car. A little four door black Chevette with a stick shift. I obviously didn’t know how to drive a Manual Transmission but the car was only $500.00 and

that’s all I could afford at the time so I figured I would learn. 

There was also the fact that my boyfriend at the time worked for his father who had an Excavation Company so he obviously knew how to drive a Manual Transmission and his father had a large property with a driveway access that circled the entire house so as to allow his dump trucks to easily come in and out of his property. 

This meant that I could practice driving a Manual Transmission by going round and round in circles on his Father's Property which I did for a while until I figured it all out but this was not before dumping my own boyfriend out of my new Chevette right in front of his Father's House as he kept being pushy and impatient with me and I just didn’t need that kind of pestering pressure.

I mean I clearly needed support and he didn’t have an ounce of patience in him to give me which explains why I just ended up stoping my new Chevette in her tracks in order to asked my boyfriend to disembark.

This was some time after I had acquired my Taxi Cab Driving License. This was after taking a job with the School District as a Senior Youth Employment Coordinator under the supervision of Murielle Dugas.

This was a Summer Job and the school dropout kids that were part of the program were scheduled for several outings that summer. This required me, as the Senior Coordinator, to drive a Passenger Van

with several kids on board. I was therefore mandated to upgrade my Driving License to a Taxi Cab Passengers Driving License that summer.

I kept this class of Driving License for several years but eventually was unable to take the mandated

Medical Exam due to a lack of resources back in Calgary years later. This was at a time when I was facing significant Financial Hardship and Bankruptcy.

The next significant driving memory I have is that of driving back home one morning very early. I had to return home after spending the night at my boyfriend’s house whose father had an Excavation Business. 

It was early in the fall and it was well before seven in the morning. I was just about half way home and

about to engage in a very awkward curve which was somehow not slanted properly towards the opposite incoming traffic lane as opposed to my side of the road.

I believe this road has been totally redone as there was definitely something wrong with this curve so it’s hard for me to remember exactly where this was except that I clearly remember the ravine being located right before Christian Thériault and Madame Thérèse Haché’s houses. 

Anyhow, the condensation had created a thin frost on the road that morning which explains why my mother’s car just started spinning on itself uncontrollably all the sudden until I eventually found myself down the small ravine on the other side of the road.

So there I was in the ravine with the nose of my mother’s car pointing upwards towards the road while the back of the car was pointing towards the bottom of the ravine.

It happened so fast that I didn’t even have time to realize that I was now in the ravine pass the guarding rail located on the other side of the road to my left and over it. The car was still running by the time I realized I was now fully stopped on an angle in the ravine with the nose of the car pointing towards the road’s guarding rail.

It took me a moment to realize what had happened but when I tried to open my door a few moments later, after coming back to my senses, the door was somehow jammed. It is then that I sensed a definite panic rise within me. All I could think was that the car was still running and I couldn’t get out.

I mean it’s obviously that I could have just tried to turn off the ignition but I could smell exhaust fumes and this somehow brought images of car explosions to my mind. It was as if I had suddenly found myself

in some kind of Hollywood movie for a moment.

It’s obvious that I kind of lost my cool for a brief instant but regardless all I could think at that moment

was that the car could either explode or just sink towards the bottom of the ravine. But I eventually managed to come back to reality and slide myself over the passenger’s seat so as to open the door and get out.

The next thing I knew I was climbing myself back towards the road where a car was already parked with it’s driver and a woman waiting for me by the side of the guarding rail.

They started asking me if I was ok the minute I reached the top. So right away I asked them to give me

a moment while quickly acknowledging that I was indeed fine yet I just needed to scream real loud. I mean this whole incident was kind of scary after all.

They looked confused as if they didn’t’ quite understand what I was saying but I didn’t wait and just screamed real loud for a few seconds, Wow, that felt good. It just needed to come out I said. They kind of laughed and asked me if they could drive me somewhere. That’s how I made it back home in one piece.

The next thing I remember was sitting in the kitchen in our house.

My mother was still sleeping so when she finally got up I still had a pale look on my face. All I could say to her was that her car was in the ravine and someone had given me a lift back home. By the time my mother called the authorities the car was already towed out of the ravine totalled.

But once again this accident didn’t have any impact on my Driving Record so I was simply grateful of being alive and well. I guess that the insurance adjusters figured that this entire curve was hazardous at best which is probably why it doesn’t exist anymore today.

I never had any other accident again after those two Casualty Free Accidents in my youth back in the mid to late 80s. Yet nothing was ever done to help me keep my Driving License when I arrived in Ottawa years later in 2017. 

I had gone to the DMV to transfer my British Columbia Driving License to Ontario but somehow didn’t realize that my Driving License had expired on my birthday a few months before. 

I mean I was still homeless at the time and the date on my Driving License was the date I had switched

my Driving License from Ontario to British Columbia in May when I first moved to Vancouver. But the rules had it that the Expiry Date was the Birth Date not the Issuing Date.

All this to say that the Ottawa DMV wouldn’t acknowledge my Driving History and allowed a stupid date technicality of but a few months to wipe clean my entire driving experience of close to 33 years. But I was in no position to argue with them because technically one automatically looses one’s Driving License in Canada when homeless due to the fact that the homeless do not have a physical address.

Anyhow, this is how I lost my Driving License acquired 33 years prior with only two minor Casualty Free Driving Incidents under my belt which dated back to the 80s.

So when I arrived in New Brunswick in 2020 a worker from the Canadian Mental Health Association drove me to my aunt to get my Passport which was required to apply for my new Provincial Identification Card. It had been stored there by one of my cousins along with my other few belongings.

This was after finding myself unfairly and prejudicially thrown to jail for several months.

Now when we arrived at the DMV in Bathurst the Canadian Mental Health Association worker offered to pay for the Study Booklet required to pass a new Beginner’s Driving License so I just took the paid for booklet and brought it with me to my new found little hell hole of a room and forgot about it.

It took me years to finally be able to go back to the DMV to get my Beginner’s License but when I got there the receptionist didn’t want to book anytime for me to talk to the DMV Clerk as she was under the impression that I wouldn’t have to pass my Beginner’s License again given how I had indeed been a driver all my life since the age of sixteen. 

I was a bit confused because neither the DMV Clerk nor the Canadian Mental Association worker had ever mentioned anything to that effect during my first visit to the Bathurst DMV. I mean there was never

any question about me ever getting my Driving License back at that time.

So the receptionist asked me to wait for a moment before eventually indicating to me that the Grace Period allowed to have an Expired Driving License re-issued without having to go through the entire Beginner’s License process had recently changed to 5 years but I was now only a few months over this threshold. 

Anyhow, what she was telling me was that I still needed to go though the entire Beginner’s Process which takes years and through all the very same Beginner’s Hoops in order to get a new Beginner’s Driving License. So I figured I still wasn’t in any position to argue with the DMV.

So this is how I now only have a Beginner’s Driving Licence 40 years after getting my first Beginner’s License which was pretty much right away upgraded to a Taxi Cab Passengers Driving License.

I mean I know I couldn’t always afford a car and as a result spend several years without one but I always managed to somehow either rent a car or join the Car Coop so I never stopped driving. I even drove across the country Coast to Coast twice which is a five to seven days trip.

I also had but a few Parking Tickets in my life including one when my mother visited Vancouver.

I didn’t quite realize how frazzled I was by her visit and had rented a car to drive her around but I somehow parked the rental car too close to the No Parking Sign right in front of my rental condo on Marinaside Crescent in Yaletown.

So I will blame that one on my mother. May she rest in Peace.

All this to say that Canadians have truly lost their minds in Bureaucracy Translation which means that this whole Canadian Driving Experience is but a bunch of crapola. I mean I sure know how to drive a car and not only that I AM most definitely a very safe Defensive Driver for sure. One whose Manual Transmission Driving Skills are most definitely as smooth as smooth can be.

It is for this reason that I still consider myself a Seasoned Driver with over 40 years Driving Experience despite the fact that Canadians are now only considering me a Beginner’s Driver. 

So Up Yours Canada!!! You people are insane.

I mean I know how to drive and I drive very well regardless of what you may think.

For as long as I can remember I have always been a home maker at heart unlike my mother who didn’t have a nurturing bone in her. In fact, I had to cross over to my grand-mother’s house next door to help her with the dishes or to learn how to knit as my mother never ever wanted to have anything to do with me. 

Anyhow, all this to say that I AM truly a home maker at heart and most definitely a very nurturing person which is not to be confused with a house keeper. I enjoy creating a warm and cozy home environment that is simple not to say borderline minimalistic yet efficient and spa like. This explains why dimmed lights are a must in my home.

I enjoy preparing simple yet nutritious meals and tend to simple house choirs that are safe and healthy. It is for this reason that I have not used any commercial cleaning products since the mid nineties. I only use natural cleaning solutions that are simple and eco friendly.

This health imposed practice as in fact led me to conceptualize A Lifestyle Brand for Peace that truly holds the promise of saving the planet and keep everyone healthy for a very very long and peaceful life.

It has always been of upmost interest to me to learn how to groom pure bred dogs. It is this genuine desire which led me to learn how to groom dogs over the years. It is this self thought skill which led me to also take interest in also grooming individuals in need.

I AM therefore qualified to wash and cut hair if need be as well as tending to non-medical manicures and pedicures as well as basic skin care. I AM also skilled in many other simple grooming practices aimed at maintaining both physical health and healthy appearance. 

It is this health imposed and genuine interest which led me to conceptualize A Brand New Eco Friendly Self Care System which also holds the promise of Saving The Planet and preserving one’s health for a very long and healthy life.

At the age of 7 my mother gifted me a collection of 5 illustrated books about Human Sexuality entitled « Encyclopédie de la vie sexuelle ». Each book corresponded to a different age range starting at 7 years old while each book covered a period of three years from age 7 to Adulthood.

The first book was from ages 7 to 9, the second book from ages 10 to 13, the third book from ages 14 to 16, the fourth book from ages 17 to 18 and the fifth and last book from age 19 to Adulthood.

This encyclopedia was a first in publishing or as they used to say in French back in 1973 when it first came out: « Une grande première dans l’édition ». The Publishing House Hachette is the one who first published this series of books which was considered the first real instruction manuals about sexuality at the time in France.

I don’t particularly recall receiving this gift per say but what I clearly remember and will always remember is sitting on the floor downstairs at night reading every single one of these books. I would go downstairs in the evening and I would diligently read only one book at a time. So I read the first book over and over for the first three years from ages 7 to 9 before moving on to the next book on my birthday and so on until I reached the ages 17 to 18 book.

It was kind of a secret birthday milestone for me as I had waited 3 years to move on to the next book. But when I got to the ages 17 to 18 book I went through it all with some kind of apprehension about adulthood yet by the time I finished going through it I decided to just open the last book as well and read through it all at the same time. 

In the fall of 1993 I enrolled for my first Introduction to Sexology Course entitled Psychology of Sexuality at the University of Moncton. The professor was a former Catholic Priest. 

I will never forget the first class as this former Catholic Priest started sharing all his flamboyant sexual experiences at the front of the small amphitheatre where he recounted what sounded like his entire sex life which included having sex with plants.

I don’t remember much of the rest of the course but what I clearly remember is sitting is a very small class on the fourth floor of l”Édifice Taillon which is the Original University of Moncton before it’s full expansion.

The Department of Psychology was indeed located on the fourth floor of this old building and at the very end of the corridor was the office of my Neuropsychology Professor. I was his assistant for a full year.

The sad thing is that I just can’t seem to recall his name. All I can remember is that he was diagnosed with skin cancer during that time and had mentioned in class that skin cancer was the type of cancer with the best prognosis statistically speaking. So he felt certain that this diagnosis was not a death sentence and that his chance of full recovery was excellent.

I can’t recall his nationality but he had very dark black hair and a small stature like that of Asian men.

Anyhow, there was this fairly small classroom on the right hand side of the corridor on the fourth floor of l’Édifice Taillon not far from his office and the bathrooms at the end of the hallway. It is in this class that I first studied Deviant Sexuality.

Now my transcript does not mention anything about such a course. So I think that this class was part and parcel of my course in Psychopathology which I attended during the winter of 1994 the semester following my introductory class to Psychology of Sexuality. 

It’s as if I AM still there sitting in this little vintage school metal desk with a wooden top. All I could think about was how does one go about rehabilitating a sexual offender. That was and still is my main preoccupation when it comes to Human Sexuality.

The next thing I know I AM sitting in this beautiful living room of an old house in Vancouver. It was at the end of the summer and the weather was beautiful. I had enrolled in a weekend long workshop about Tantric Sexuality. This was in the year 2012.

I was supposed to be the only one who had registered for that particularly weekend workshop. I think that it may have been because it was too close to Labor Day Weekend but at the last minute the instructor was happy to inform me that a couple had just registered.

It is there that I secretly became Yeshe Dundrop’s Consort but in hindsight the Real Magic of this entire chapter of my life was to listen to him talk about Vajrayana Buddhism every Thursday night for over a year.

A small group of people would gather to practice Shinay and receive Buddhist Empowerments every Thursday night each week. But the Real Magic would only happened after our weekly meeting when most people had left. 

A few of us would stay behind just to hang out and then Yeshe Dundrop would have endless stories to tell us about Vajrayana Buddhism. I learned so much from him then. But of course we would also spend a lot of time together as well and what I learned from him truly saved my life.

I would not be alive today if it were not for him.

I know that some people knew about our relationship but it was secret for the most part.

I honestly can say that he was the first real man I ever loved because no offence to my other relationships but Western men are just pathetic little boys. Maybe they should just get a gun and go kill a few of those crazy and dangerous sociopaths and psychopaths up there ruling us to death. This might help them become real men.

Now Yeshe Dundrop didn’t have to kill anyone to be a real man he just was. Now don’t get me wrong he was not perfect, far from it, and neither were his teachings but again his knowledge truly saved my life. 

He also was the first and only man who ever noticed I was not well. It was during the week. I felt nostalgic and just ended up dropping by his house after work. He noticed right away that I wasn’t feeling well and so he offered to cook me a nice little meal.

It’s hard and very emotional for me to remember that night. It means so much to me. 

Anyhow, he just told me to relax as I sat at his tinny little kitchen table while he proceeded to cook me a nice dinner. The kitchen was painted in bright yellows and oranges just like the Buddhists like it. It was so comforting. I will never ever forget that night. It was truly magical.

I later had to leave Pema Norbu Ling suddenly for reasons I can not disclose but I pray everyday for Yeshe Dundrop while unfortunately fearing he may not be alive today. 

I have since been truly celibate for over 11 years although I did have two close encounters with men who were less than honourable. But I got tested right away and now count my blessings every day given how I now know that Westerners are indeed extremely careless sexually having as many as a hundred or more sexual partners without any protection.

I remember heading to La Résidence Lafrance at the University of Moncton to go see Ghislain Basque, one of my brother’s classmates from the Drama Department. I lived at La Résidence Lefebvre at the top of the hill at the time. This was during our first year university. 

I needed to borrow some of his Porn Magazine as I was in deep contemplation about the real meaning of Feminism while reading Laura Lederer’s book « L’envers de la nuit: Les femmes contre la pornographie. » 

I later read Naomi Wolf’s first book « The Beauty Myth » but the whole question of Feminism didn’t make sense to me so my pursuit for understanding Feminism really didn’t come via books but via experience thereafter.

And now, almost 50 years later, I AM crystal clear that I AM indeed Dead Against Feminism simply because Western Women are not women. They are just Nasty Bitches trying to climb the Success Ladder while viciously barking at men so as to gain the same privileges they benefit from.

And that to me is not what it means to be a woman. 

I mean if there were any real women out West and in Canada I would not have found myself in the streets homeless for 25 months while writing countless real letters to our World Leaders only to find myself rejected by the courts on the back that My Real Story was just a waste of the court’s time.

I mean where were the Mona Fortier, Amanda Pfeffer, Rosalie Abella, Julie Payette, Margaret Trudeau, Yoo Soon-Taek, Michelle Bachelet Jeria, Lisa Macloed, Dorothy Shepherd, Pascale Cadieux, Céline Dion, Tanya Wulff, Nancy Fan, Laura Beth Campbell, Ruth Mattok, Marianne Serrano, Samantha Rhodes, Sandra Landry, Martine Larocque, Rita Godin, Annick Richardson, Mégane Bogle, Monica De Freitas, Susan Holt, Louise Imbeault, Lana Payne, Thérèse Haché, Cassandra McGraw, Deidre Freiheit, Daphne Fedoruk, Doris Battah, Louise Meinardus, Madeleine St-Pierre, Mariette St-Pierre, Jeannine St-Pierre, France St-Pierre, Lyne St-Pierre, Carole St-Pierre, Ginette Godin, Nicole Godin, Joanne Roy, Susan Zabarylo, Lynn Richard, Huguette Landry, Elizabeth Poirier, Sonya Downing, Monia Clément, Chloe-Ann Fritz, and Kim Chamberlain of this World when I needed help.

There are also no real men out West as the same applies to them.

I wouldn’t have been rejected homeless over and over by all of them including my own brother, husbands, cousins, classmates and employers only to find myself totally isolated and indeed ostracized silent with no money and no food while having to face wrongful eviction after eviction all the way to yet another unfair and prejudicial eviction out of my own home only 8 days after defaulting on my lot rent for the very first time.

My journey with pornography has now seen me on an endless journey of bestiality, bondage, dominance, submission, sadism, masochism, paraphilia, hierophilia, coprophilia, homosexuality, Futanari or as they commonly call it Futa or hermaphroditism and pretty much everything you can imagine including Hentai , Satanic Porn and the newest craze of AI Porn.

A journey which has now made it crystal clear to me that Humanity has not been born yet and that Homo Sapiens are really only very sick and dangerous animals. It is for this reason that ever since the age of 7 this journey of mine has truly rendered me a Jane Goodall kind of expert on animal mating.

One who should probably have an Honorary Degree in Sexuality and Sexual mating under her belt so as to avoid any confusion in the perverted mind of today’s unevolved and inhuman Homo Sapiens. 

Because let’s be clear, watching “porn” to me is most definitely like watching a bunch of baboons mate in the jungle in the very same way Jane Goodall would observe chimpanzees in the jungle with her binoculars to learn from them and about them.

I mean no one would ever be able to convince me that Jane Goodall got off watching monkeys in the jungle with her binoculars. And yes the same applies to me because the Truth is that the only thing that can open me to real Sexual Bliss and Ecstasy is indeed Real Love and that’s not something I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing in this life simply because Canadians just don’t like me, let alone Love me, it’s obvious. 

Regardless, my Vajrayana Buddhism and Tantric Practice - which can indeed be done in Sexual Union with the understanding that Tantra is not a Sexual Practice per say - has now provided me everything I need to know to fully understand Human Sexuality.

It is for this reason that I now peacefully await for Real Love and for the day when someone real loves me enough to marry me so as to embark on a life long journey of real Love Making.

So screw you Dr. Frédéric Ntwengabarumije.

Were you so delusional as to think that I would ever tell you about my sex life when you didn’t even have the decency of looking at me when you asked me how many times a week I had sex while trying to kill me at the same time with your ill advised $700.00 a month antipsychotic injections. 

Talk about delusional.

And just in case you wonder why I have been observing Homo Sapiens fornicate all my life. Let’s just say that one has got to know the enemy to survive. So the real question that poses itself at this point is: 

Are you gay?!

I unknowingly battled Celiac Disease all my life. Celiac Disease is a Terminal Disease in the sense that once your small intestine is damaged it’s next to impossible to repair it without proper nutrition as well as nutritional supplementation. 

I know now that I most likely would not have lived beyond let’s say 33 years of age. All that to say that I would not have survived passed my early thirties at best. But somehow I found myself on A Holistic Healing journey at 16 years of age. It is then that I did my first cleanse.

Over the years many health complications arose due to the fact that I didn’t quite understand what I was truly battling. These complications eventually led me to a renowned Naturopath who designed the Nutritional Supplementation Program for NASA. 

This Naturopath had designed A Natural Healing System which truly saved my life but I still didn’t quite understand that my real battle was with Celiac Disease. It is for this reason that his program alone could not heal me fully. Yet the skills I acquired through his program allowed me to eventually fully heal the damages to my small intestine. Fact I can now prove.

This entire Holistic Healing Journey has eventually led me to fully understand the proper use of Holistic Nutrition and Nutritional Supplementation to not only fully heal Celiac Disease but also to assess one’s general health and make informed recommendations as to what Nutritional Supplementation may be of assistance in regaining one’s health.

It is for this reason that I now rightfully consider myself a Holistic Healer.

Unbeknownst to me that I would one day finally understand why I was so sick all my life.

Yet I have now gain such a unique perspective on Celiac Disease that I feel comfortable positioning myself as a Celiac Disease World Expert able to most certainly shed light on this Terminal Disease and help many who suffer from this sickness actually fully heal themselves from it.

Now Western Allopathic Medicine seem bent on silently want me to give them all my insights on this disease for free by forcing me to go back to see a physician so as to get a stupid Medical Note for some kind of pointless Short Term Disability Claim.

All I have to say to this is Dream On Canada because there is no way in hell I will ever give away my Celiac Disease Farm to you for you to enrich yourselves at my expense while I myself starve in silence for almost two years without any income.

Especially after being misdiagnosed for half a dozen times and left to die in the streets homeless without you ever saying a word to me except to tell me that I was suffering from Syphilis.

I mean you can Dream On all you want because no matter what you guys will never ever get me to give you any of my Celiac Disease secrets as you truly are but a bunch of dangerous and criminal charlatans.

As already indicated before I now rightfully consider myself to be The First Self Reporter Worldwide.

Now, Self Reporting aside, my journey as a Self Reporter as brought to my awareness that I have always enjoyed, as well as mastered, the art of writing. I even won a literary contest with the Royal Canadian Legion at the young age of 13 years old when I won the First Prize in Poetry during their yearly Remembrance Day Writing Contest. This was after years of writing in elementary school.

My first assignment as a journalist was as Marie H. Juana during a Writing Contest held by the New Brunswick Alcoholism and Drug Addiction Commission the year I graduated from La Polyvalente Louis Mailloux back in 1987.

I also used to compete in Public Speaking events regularly during High School and even aced my French University Entry Exam based on my full mastery of syntax. All this to say that I have always enjoyed writing and been successful at it.

Yet I never really had the time to use this skill until I found myself face to face with homelessness. It is then that I found myself having to embrace this skill again so as to fully document My Self Healing Journey.

It is for this reason that I now fully understand and master not only writing but also therapeutic writing as well as many other literary genres including poetry and song lyrics adaptation.

It is this life long journey as a writer which led me to conceptualize A Brand New System of Communication which is now part and parcel of My New Communication System Real Reality TV which I founded in the recent years.

All this to say that I now rightfully consider myself a full fledged and seasoned writer.

The first time I ever talked to a Psychologists was in High School after my father passed away. It was during High School at La Polyvalente Louis Mailloux circa 1985.

I had bought my first computer and it was just sitting there on my White Colonial Desk doing nothing and I just felt this nagging guilt about it. Should have I really bought this computer!? I mean I had no idea what to do with it and just kept sitting in front of it to turn it on not knowing what to do. I mean no matter how long I stared at it or tried to figure it out it just made no sense to me.

In hindsight I have to admit that I have my mother to blame for my guilt at she most definitely was herself guilty of having a Poor Mentality always accusing me of spending too much money. Now in her defense she was only a secretary and raised my brother and I all by herself on a salary of about 12K a year.

Unbeknownst to me though that I would end up in Telecommunications having to learn Internet Communications which most definitely requires more than a basic knowledge of Electronic Devices. 

Now don’t get me wrong, I AM A NERD not a GEEK, which means that I just fly by the seat of pants for the most part when it comes to Electronic Devices. But I guess that compared to an average user I would probably still rank as a fairly advanced one. Yet I AM most definitely sill in need of learning more than a trick or two from my nerdy counterparts who are truly THE REAL COMPUTER GEEKS.

Regardless, bring it on! I Love learning which is why I intend to keep on learning for as long as I live.

Amen.

My first dog was a St Bernard German Shepherd cross. I had always dreamt of having a St Bernard so my beloved father had ventured to find me one but all he could find was this St Bernard cross he brought me one day.

Unfortunately Fanny didn’t live very long so I named my second dog Fanny as well. Fanny II was a German Shepherd cross of some kind. Her and I unfortunately had to part not long after my father passed away.

I will always remember taking her for walks in front of the house. I was determined to learn how to walk with her on a loose leash. Unbeknownst to me that this burning desire would take me on a life long journey of dog training classes. It is this journey which eventually led me to Dogsmart in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. 

The owner of Dogsmart was herself trained by no other than the father of Puppy Classes Ian Dunbar. It is there that I finally learned how to walk a dog on a loose leash. I even succeeded in certifying my beloved Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Tuxxy, the Kingshaven Best Dressed, with the Canine Good Citizen Certification Program managed by the Canadian Kennel Club.

I later trained my beloved Neelix The Cupcake Dude as my Assistance Dog to help me manage the severe post traumatic symptoms I have now learned to live with over the years. Unfortunately I was forced to surrender Neelix after finding myself unable to pull myself out of homelessness in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. 

I later tried to re-acquire Neelix but me veterinarian Dr Spooner and his associate Dr. Karley Seagrist never acknowledged my request. They also ignored My Pooch Geney Guardianship Contract which I had sent them the minute I found pet friendly housing in Ottawa.

Neelix was my first dog fully trained into My New Universal Dog Language Training System which I refer to as My Pooch Geney.

He was also trained to rub himself all around me the minute I kneeled down so as to comfort me when I found myself in the grips with a severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder episode. He was also hug trained meaning that I could hold him tight around his chest to give him a big hug when I felt the need. He even got to enjoy these hugs himself and would roll on his back to get belly rubs afterwards.

I pray for Neelix everyday but fear he may not have survived our separation as he was always with me from the time he was a young puppy. I had acquired him from Amsterdam and spent thousands of hours training him. I was even planning on formerly certifying him as a Service Dog but my family doctor, Dr Vince Tonge, remained mute when I mentioned this endeavour of mine to him. 

The entire Yaletown and Britannia Communities also passed Neelix and I under silence for 6 months when we became homeless in Vancouver the summer of 2016.

Regardless I have now conceptualize A Brand New Universal Dog Language Training System which holds the promise of not only saving many dogs’ lives but also allow us to live in Peace with man's best friend the way I did with my three beloved dogs Tuxxy, Zeikha, and Neelix who were truly my kids. 

I will love them for eternity. May they rest in Peace.

My first year at the University of Moncton, during my one year of pre medicine, I used to motivate myself by heading to the library after completing my daily homework. I would stroll through the long alleys of books and find books that really interested me and just sat on the floor and devour them.

I will never forget this little book about sleep patterns. It totally changed my life and I never looked at sleep the same way ever again. I would also read lots of esoteric books. My favourites were books about numerology. I would also explore tarot reading and all the different modalities of astrology.

I became quite involved with numerology over the years to the point of now being capable of drawing a full and extensive numerological chart. I later consulted several astrologers including Rose Marcus who’s focus is on Evolutionary Astrology which was popularized by one of her colleagues Jeffrey Wolf Green.

Rose Marcus is an absolute genius and I learned tremendously from her. To the point where I can now say that my main interest in astrology is also from an Evolutionary perspective. I also ascribe to astrology from the perspective of the North Node as well as from a Planetary Transits perspective which were popularized by Jan Spiller and Robert Hand respectively.

Now just to be clear, I do not consider myself capable or even remotely interested in divination but my knowledge allows me to fully understand esotericism. This is due to the fact that my verbal memory is not my primary memory simply because I AM indeed on the Spectrum of Autism which means that my primary memory is first an foremost kinesthetic and then visual.

For instance I would always study my final High School exams by sitting in the car in the spring at a time when the weather was still cool outside. Yet the sun would shine through the windshield and warm up the car. I would spend the entire evening in the car studying.

So I realize now that my way of studying was truly facilitated by a warm, quiet and comfortable environment where I would either use images or drawings of the material I was studying to learn. It is for this reason that I now understand that a cold or loud environment would somehow hinder my learning process and so was my inability to summarize the material in writing with some kind of chart or drawing.

Now, this greatly explains why Sun Signs Astrology never stuck with me.

I mean most people seem to have an intuitive understanding of Sun Signs such as Capricorn or Aquarius but I don’t and I honestly have no interest in daily newspaper astrology which is in fact Sun Sign Astrology. Simply because Sun Sign Astrology is mostly based on somewhat stereotypical classifications I find difficult to memorize. So it’s really not until I get to know a real person that I can appreciate their Sun Sign characteristics.

Yet the depth and breath of my esoteric knowledge allows me to fully understand numerological and astrological charts as well as tarot readings. I also possess an extensive knowledge of esoteric and eschatological symbolism.

It is for this reason that I would never really do a tarot reading for anyone or pretend to be able to myself draw a full astrological chart yet few astrologers, numerologists or tarot readers would be in a position to pull a veil over my eyes with false or flawed interpretations. 

As such I consider myself fully capable of Esoteric Divination Advising in the sense that I have enough knowledge to fully comprehend esoteric readings to the point of being able to advise anyone about the veracity of any such readings.

It is for this reason that I was always under the impression that Rose Marcus somehow felt compelled to share so much information with me during her readings as she sensed that I was capable of fully appreciate her deep knowledge of this science.

My recent study of eschatology these past 12 years also greatly contributed to my full understanding of esoteric sciences which explains why I AM now comfortable to position myself as an advanced Esoteric Divination Advisor.

It most definitely had to be a Saturday evening during movie night with my mother.

The Omen was playing that night and I found myself glued to the screen. Images of a intimidating Rottweiler kept flashing into my mind afterwards as well as the image of Damien’s Hidden “666” Birthmark on his scalp.

All I could think about afterwards was to find out about the meaning of the Number of the Beast “666” so it didn’t take long before I headed downstairs to find my maternal Grand Father’s Bible to locate the Bible Verse which contains the mystery of this meaning. 

It took me a few hours before I could find it. I mean there was no internet back then. Now there is no way for me to pin point the exact year this was but it was most definitely The Omen that we watched not La Malédiction which means that it had to either be in 1976 or 1978.

Now, judging on the kind of reading skills I had to have to find this verse I would think that it had to be in 1978 as so much had happened to me that year and I would have been 9 years old then which means that I was somewhat more developed intellectual by then.

I mean I was indeed sexually assaulted that year yet couldn’t tell anyone for reasons I still can’t reveal. So it would make sense that my interest in Eschatology indeed began in 1978 as I had started to want to make sense of evil after being sexually assaulted that year.

I clearly remember being almost silently obsessed with the Number of the Beast “666” from that moment on and it took me over 40 years to figure it out. All this to say that my interest in bible studies, the Holy Scriptures and Eschatology started a very very long time ago.

Yet this deep fascination with the Holy Scriptures was most definitely relegated to the back burner after my father passed away as I was no longer able to go to church for fault of finding myself emotionally shattered every time given how I had been rendered dissociative by my family after his tragic and sudden passing.

This explains why my interest in the Holy Scriptures found itself redirected to the path of Esoterism and the Occult Sciences by the time I started my post secondary education at the University of Moncton.

Yet I clearly remember exploring completing a Bachelor’s Degree in Religious Studies at the time but I just couldn’t afford it as it seemed too risky in terms of supporting myself financially. So I could never really commit myself to this path even though my heart truly belonged there.

My burning passion for the Holy Scriptures found itself reignited through the internet after I took refuge into Buddhism on December 21, 2012 and subsequently found myself unable to work not long after. I have since understood a lot about the Holy Scriptures and the Signs of the Time of the End to the point of now knowing that the end of God’s Story is indeed very near.

It is for this reason that it is my deep conviction that God most definitely sent me on the Path of Illness in order to somehow bring me back to Him by giving me the time to study His Word while figuring out a still very misunderstood Terminal Illness, namely Celiac Disease.

Now I don’t know if all this deafening silence I face ever since falling sick in 2014 is somewhat indicative of a misperception that I somehow either don’t work for a living or don’t want to work for a living but the Truth is that I now work for God freely given how my Canadian Hardships truly gave birth to a new system which now holds the promise of freeing us all as Human Beings.

Besides I have worked so much these past eleven years after writing well over 750 Open Letters and filling countless formal disputes and complaints all aimed at Talking that I truly feel like I have been working and still work 25 hours a day every single day of the week 360 days a year every single year of my life.

But regardless, what is certain is that I now possess enough knowledge of the Holy Scriptures and Eschatology to position my own work on the International Scene so as to face not only the three Abrahamic Religions of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam but also all World Religions including Buddhism.

It is for this reason that I now feel comfortable publicly claiming being qualified to provide Spiritual Advising but only within the context of my own work as a Peace Consultant.

Unbeknownst to me that illness and homelessness would propel me on a totally different Career Path namely that of Peace Consulting. Yet it comes to me as no surprise given how the causes of Human Rights and World Wide Peace have been dear to my heart for as long as I can remember. 

Yet the never ending Canadian Hardships I have been faced with all my life are now making it near impossible for me to regain my professional footing after finding myself totally destroyed by Canadians and both my nations Acadia and Québec.

I nevertheless will never loose heart as it is my true conviction that my work is destined to be discovered sooner rather than later. It is also my true conviction that God’s Timing is always perfect which means that success is bound to come in good time.

Now I don’t know if the deafening silence I face ever since falling sick in 2014 is somewhat indicative of a misperception that I AM somehow after fame, fortune, or power as this couldn’t be further from the truth.

I have been a recluse all my life not out of pure choice but out of pure necessity simply because I have not only been unknowingly deadly ill all my life but also a modern slave having to make ends meet every which way I could every since I can remember.

It is for this reason that I technically still consider myself an employee of Walmart where I have worked as a part time cashier every single weekend for 3 and a half years while also working full time as an Associate Pension and Benefits Contact Centre Representative for Telus Digital until I crashed out of sheer exhaustion in December 2023.

I have since been working 25 hours a day without any income as a Self Reporter for Real Reality TV in the hope of not only regaining my reputation but also my professional footing as well as reaching potential and renowned Venture Partners for my own Intellectual Property.

This explains why I have formerly reached out to King Charles III as well as Benjamin Netanyahu and Vladimir Putin to name but a few. I also reached out to several artists including Corey Hart, Platinum Blonde and many others.

It is this extremely involved process of not only healing myself but rebuilding myself professionally which now sees me reinventing my resume in a format never explored before. A resume in which I now position myself as an International Peace Consultant while continuing to perfect my Self Reporting skills for Real Reality TV which I founded to protect not only myself but my Intellectual Property.

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It holds the promise of revolutionizing not only MODERN POLICING and 9-11 EMERGENCY SERVICES but also how we go about SELF DEFENSE by instigating THE UPCOMING GLOBAL COMMUNICATION REVOLUTION through the use of A Brand New and Innovative INTEGRATED INFORMATION MANAGEMENT SYSTEM (IIMS) which, in combination with IB COMMS, will revolutionize how we go about protecting ourselves with OUR OWN PERSONAL ELECTRONIC DEVICES.

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This Brand New and Innovative INFORMATION SYSTEM is part and parcel of REAL REALITY TV.

It will allow for the speedy and efficient classification and retrieval of information which is necessary to provide A NEAR INSTANT WORLDWIDE SURVEILLANCE over the internet via the use of OUR OWN PERSONAL ELECTRONIC DEVICES.

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