Despite relatively poor sleep yesterday during the latter evening after I had retired ahead of 9 p.m. due to the unexpected early arrival home of my younger brother from wherever he had been drinking, when I rose in the midnight hour I did not feel too ill-prepared for my overnight hours of working here at my computer.
My wife had gotten home before I had managed to fall asleep in the evening, and was in and out of the bedroom several times, leaving her bedside lamp on.
And of course, when I rose into the midnight hour from my latter evening napping, my eldest stepson was downstairs at the dining table watching something on his laptop.
I long outlasted both my wife and my eldest stepson (who had not seemed to have gone to work on Monday ─ nor last Monday, either).
It was probably approaching 6:30 a.m. this morning before I got back to bed, annoyed that I cannot seem to get things done earlier than I am managing. Heck, last night I never even managed to do a lick of work on the new post I have begun at one of my two hosted websites. My time was primarily consumed by responding to one E-mail, and then sending off another to somebody else relating to that response.
The diversion from my planned overnight work was something I had received from Stan H. last evening after I had sought some sleep.
Stan H. has been helping my cousin Doug and I with the genealogy relating to our two shared great grandparents. Thanks to the Manitoba Genealogical Society (MGS), we had finally learned the certain identities of the parents of Sarah Anne née Bird, my and Doug's great grandmother.
With that knowledge confirmed, dear Stan H. ─ whom I only know via E-mail over the past two or three months ─ went ahead and created a 180-page .pdf document comprised of my genealogical tree with sundry histories and biographies.
He did this of his own volition, and entirely for free, using his library of Métis history books and a Métis genealogical database of over 156,000 names.
Up until earlier this year, Doug and I never knew that through our great grandmother, we have a number of Indigenous bloodlines.
And Stan H. ─ who must surely be conversant about things like this ─ included this in the Foreward he wrote to that 180-page document or "book" as he refers to it. After listing my full name in headline letters, he wrote in bold letters this statement:
It should be noted that the above named is an aboriginal person of Canada within s.35 of the Constitution Act of 1982.
I never before even heard of that cited legal section of the Constitution, but a quick check revealed numerous links to information about it, including these two which are only samples:
- Canada.ca: INAN - Section 35 of the Constitution Act 1982 - Background - Jan 28, 2021
- IndigenousFoundations.Arts.UBC.ca: Constitution Act, 1982 Section 35
Can this truly be so? Does Stan know of it for a fact?
How can someone who never even knew during his 71 years of life that he even had any definite Indigenous blood, now be deemed under the Constitution "an aboriginal person of Canada"?
Would not my Indigenous blood have been so diluted in the several generations since my last full Indigenous ancestor, that I would no longer qualify for inclusion within such an historical context?
Granted, both of my great grandmother's parents each have lineages that lead back to fully Indigenous personages, but can I in the present be accorded this recognition?
Obviously it would apply to cousin Doug, and he is absolutely delighted, and plans to pursue gaining official recognition ─ he feels that Stan's 180-page document ought to be all the genealogical proof we could ever need.
Anyway, this was what consumed my hours overnight, and kept me from doing any website work. I barely even managed to get a post entered into my private blog.
I admit that I am quite excited, and would very much enjoy having official recognition as well. In fact, I would hope to be able to capitalize on that heritage and be able to remove myself from my present circumstances, and finally be able to live in an undeveloped and sparsely populated environment where I can spiritually and physically heal in the natural world, far from the corruption to the environment and the human soul that Man terms as progress and development.
I want to die far from the Surrey I live in (and have more or less done so since around the start of 1957) ─ or far from anywhere near this part of Canada. I have wanted to get away to 'the wilderness' since I was at least as young as the age of 14.
But here I am. This is where I found indeterminate pensionable employment quite late in life; and since I never acquired a driver's licence, I have never had the mobility to temporarily get anywhere far from here on my own.
And foolishly marrying at the age of 55 to a Thai woman with two young sons, and finally getting them all here to Canada, has resulted in such an accumulation of debt that I can not possibly ever be free of it short of a major lottery win, or else the selling of the house I live in ─ and will never have mortgage-free ownership of ─ in my lifetime.
The selling of the house would eradicate my debt; but it would also leave me with no financial nest egg. I would want to relocate far, far away for a simpler, quiet life. But my two stepsons both work here, and would need to remain, finding a place of their own in which to live.
And of course, their working mother ─ who is a little over 23 years my junior ─ would not want to leave them and all of her unbelievably numerous Thai and Lao friends with whom she has a popularity that she never even dreamed was possible when she lived in Thailand.
So in effect, to sell the house would break up my family, unless I chose to remain and get an apartment or something with them, forever turning my back on the opportunity to finally live in the freedom I have yearned for since I was a lad.
Regardless, I am leaping ahead of myself somewhat. I still have to find out about whether there is anything to this potential official recognition of myself as being "an aboriginal person of Canada" who may actually have somewhere to go at long last.
I have no friends around here ─ I live in social isolation, only having my wife and two stepsons, and of course my younger brother ─ as my social life. All of my other associations are online, and mostly via E-mail.
There is absolutely nothing for me here beyond those in this house.
Consequently, much will depend upon just what being "an aboriginal person of Canada" can actually result in for me.
Alright, I think I have spent enough time on that topic for this post.
While I was up overnight, around 3;30 a.m. I heard it raining for quite some time. The morning was to prove quite overcast, but I could have sunned out in the backyard by mid-afternoon.
However, I was not motivated for it, since I did not expect this sort of weather today. And so this has been my second consecutive day indoors.
I think that the only other thing I care to speak about was the video that I watched quite late this morning with my brother: Are People Dying Misdiagnosed? Dr. Bryan Ardis, Dr. Reiner Fuellmich and Dr. Wolfgang Wodarg.
I already had some awareness of the revelations brought forth in the video, for I read about this sort of thing on a daily basis. But my brother does not ─ he is a computer illiterate. He was aghast at much of what was revealed.
It is harrowing to believe that the deaths that are being attributed to COVID-19 may in the main have actually been brought on by the treatments with toxins like remdesivir ─ and that this murder may be being deliberately instituted.
Watch the video, if this is new to you ─ it is almost an hour long.
Okay, my wife had to work a full day today, so she left home in time for her 11 a.m. start. I will again be in bed before she is home this evening. Maybe tonight I will be able to put work into the languishing website post.
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