#2 - How i Was Kidnapped -

July 5, 2012
Dear Flower,
Well, i told you that i would try to explain to you how i ended up in a Mental Health Clinic. It was kinda fun actually, and weird. I was basically just minding my own damn business and all of a sudden a Halifax Police vehicle slowly approached me. They didn't put their police lights on or anything--nothing -normal- like that. A guy gets out of the police vehicle who i assume was supposed to be some kind of police officer, starts approaching me, and tells me he wants to talk to me about something. He didn't look like a normal police officer. I recall backing up a little and moving away from him because he was beginning to invade  my personal space. He then attempts to grab my hand to presumably some how get my arm in a locked position behind my back. That didn't work because i didn't like that so i got my arm free.

Just a few more facts here in addition to the fact that the police lights on the Halifax Police vehicle were not turned on: it was not communicated to me that i was under arrest; i was not told i was being charged for something; i was not told to place my hands on the vehicle with my legs separated so that he could search me; there was no call for back up, nor did any other police vehicle arrive at the scene; and, this police officer was, for some reason wearing a pair of leather gloves.

The next thing i recall was an additional police officer approached me from the police vehicle to suddenly assist the first police officer in putting my wrists in a pair of handcuffs, with my arms behind my back. Now... for some strange reason it came into my mind that these two police officers were trying to kill me, and had really little other objective, other than call an ambulance. This was because of the look i saw in the eyes of the first police officer. The hand cuffs were extremely tight and were cutting off my blood circulation. This occurred in the early morning of June 1, 2012. It is now July 5, 2012 and i can *still* feel the numbness in some of my fingers that was caused by cutting off my blood circulation with these handcuffs.

I don't know what to tell you. I don't even know why they did this. They didn't explain ANYTHING to me. I thought that they were trying to kill me. I came up with a lie to tell them i had taken 14 hits of LSD in the hopes that that would be enough for the to make me look bad and not be credible in any way. Eventually an ambulance arrived and i was taken to the Halifax Infirmary by the ambulance. I don't recall either one of the police officers calling for an ambulance who basically just held their weight on top of my with me on the ground chest down. It could have been 1 or 2 hours with them sitting on top of me; the entire time i was screaming for my life, i.e. screaming for somebody to come and help me.

~Sir~ saved my life.
~Mark

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November 5, 2009
Dear Flower,
I don't have time to write a long email so i will just send you short messages when i get a chance. I'm glad you're interested in hearing about this.

Anyway, this has a lot to do with that thing i was talking to u about before: about the beauty that comes from deep within, i.e. the sundar. I don't even fully understand what's happening. But what actually occurs is just so remarkable that it's hard not to wonder what in the hell is really going on here. From what i sense, there are -major- changes that are going to take place. I feel like a massive tidal wave of positive changes is going to gradually hit--just to use a metaphor and an analogy. Right now, it's like the water along the shore is getting sucked out to sea. And the longer this goes on for, the larger this tsunami will be.
~ Mark