The Living Force
I had planned to go to the Buddhist Retreat on Salt Spring in the morning. After seeing that cloud circling in the sky I changed my mind thinking that they likely would be not much help to me. I was on my own and a bit frightened by the events of the past few days. I went to Vesuvius and took the Ferry to Crofton. I spent a lot of the day in Crofton, in a parking lot, trying to think of what to do next. A Police Officer stopped by asking to see my ID. I showed him my drivers license, he checked me out and asked me to move along. So off I went. Still having the feeling that I was being followed, I drove around Chemainus for a while. Shure enough, I was seeing some of the same vehicles with Washington plates following me around that were around in Parksville two nights earlier. I managed to get behind one truck and decided to follow him for a while. He began to drive erratically trying to lose me. When he couldn't, he pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. That is when the police showed up, beat and arrested me. They took me for a blood test as they thought I was drunk. When they didn't find any alcohol in my system, they didn't seem to know what to do with me. So there I was locked up in a Psyche Ward in the Nanaimo General, all black and blue from the beating. My Son has pictures of the marks they left on me.