I have new sleeping arrangements, as of the 1st of January. A local restaurant owner at rue Marche Saint Honore, Paris 75001 (the street location where I’ve pitched my tent for the past three years without fail, breaking NO LAW), has given his consent for me to sleep on his premises overnight; which is private property and therefore, not a police matter.
The space which I occupy there alone, is still in view of the first district police station and has no shelter from the wind and rain; which leaks through my portable workstation onto the electrics while I am sleeping in it… so I have to push it over, across the path, to where I can get a bit of shelter!
(I don’t use the tent anymore simply because I don’t need it)
At 5am my alarm wakes me up. I brush my teeth and make my way over to rue CATINAT (located next to the Reserve Bank of France), where I use the electricity belonging to a local business by way of consent, dragging my portable workstation all the way over there, through the dark isolated streets in the early hours of the morning; which has already been subject to attack on one occasion. At that time of the morning, I don’t really have anywhere else to go. When I arrive at rue Catinat, I plug in my portable workstation and start editing my book inside it, using the lap top a local lawyer gave me (who is NOT representing my case) and then I pray the Holy Rosary.
After 5pm, I move on to Rue Saint Augustine or Rue September, wherever I can get consent to use electricity from local businesses so that I can continue to edit my book that I am currently working on (for the NEW Campaign to start in March), titled ‘Herlads of the Holy Grail’…
After 10pm I head back over to Rue March Saint Honore, where I sleep overnight by way of consent; on the condition I leave before 6am.
“I didn’t ask for this new arrangement, it was imposed on me by the commander of the 3rd district police station that I filed formal complaints against; my written complaints were handed directly to the police commissioner at the 3rd district police station, who has failed to prove ALL allegations made against me by a BTC police officer (including stalking but I’ve still been punished for it, it seems… see previous post, titled ‘The Police Commissioner); police not involved, called it a scandal against me, for reasons that to this day remain a mystery…”
This morning on 8th February, while heading to rue Catinat, at approximately 5am (my usual routine), I was confronted by two local police cars that were checking to see if I was ok mainly because of the cold weather. They didn’t indicate any concerns and after a brief interaction in half French and half English, they waved me through. Duty police do often check to see if I am ok when they spot me in the early hours of the morning, dragging my PWS through the streets trying to find electricity, as most of them are still my friends.
On the outside of my PWS (Portable Workstation), I have signage in French and English, informing people what I am dong inside it – book covers that I designed are clearly displayed on the outside of the PWS: currently editing the first book soon to be published titled, “Herlads of the Holy Grail” and the second book, my autobiography, titled “Betrayed Not Beaten”.
Hackers have already made their way into my lap top trying to steal the script for ‘Heralds of the Holy Grail’, and whatever else they can get their hands on I suppose but everything is backed up and the script has already been handed to a third party who will consider the copyright and publishing rights, so anyone else caught publishing my work in their name after 27th January, 2021, will be sued!
So here is the latest update, hope everyone is well and I’ll keep you posted.
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