April 5, 2022 I went to St. John’s, Newfoundland to see someone who I thought was a friend. This person’s name is Dana Breen and she is a nurse who works for the corrupt CSIS organization. The way I met her many years ago was that she had been sent by CSIS to “just have sex with me” as she explicitly stated in her email below:
Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2008 11:58:53 -0230
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: p.s.P.S. I’m not impressed with you trying to fuck with my hotmail account
SUBJECT: hey hun
FROM: Dana Breen [email protected]
TO: Drew Mcpherson [email protected]DATE: 14/06/2008 06:49
ive listened to the song about 4 times now…i mean if u think that with me..then why the avoiding me?i want to know do u have this feelings for me or are u just fooling with my emotions…which are crazy for you(as u can see i think this is the 4th time im writing u..lol)please just tell me what you want me to..i dont even know where these emotions came from..i was just sopposed to have sex with u..not be home falling for you..all i know is i love being with u,i love wheni see u online….but i hate when your mad at me…i dont know what else to say….ill just wait and see if u write back
She later told me on the phone that “you know, we get to choose who we do it with”. She was trying to justify the operations of the CSIS group. She used to jokingly call me her “sugar daddy” despite the fact that I wasn’t giving her anything, she was getting paid by CSIS to have sex with me and spy on me in the process. It is unclear if she knew at the time that their intention was to murder me.
The probable reason that CSIS sent her to spy on me was because I had previously been living in a house with one of their spies by the name of “Kirby” who had been stealing my mail and I moved out when he started stealing our female roommate’s panties and spreading lies about me to the landlord. So after that I was living alone, which made it much harder for CSIS to spy on me. They did send a group of guys to my house to do lord-knows-what to me, but I didn’t answer the door. In the aftermath, I now realize that they were probably there to murder me and make it look like a random home invasion.
Still, I needed more conclusive evidence, so I was sent to Newfoundland in 2022 in order to see Dana.
A couple of days before I arrived, Dana posted a peculiar message on a restricted section of her facebook (you can post messages that are visible only to certain people, in this case to me only). The message stated that her father had just died. This was very strange because she had told me many years prior that he had died, so it seemed odd that he could have come back from the grave and died again. In addition to this, none of her friends or family seemed the least bit upset about anything and life was going on as per normal, except for a few other messages posted in that same restricted area by her friend Tina Hinchings and some others who are also involved with CSIS. Their messages were trying to extort money from me for supposed funeral expenses. Many of the gangstalkers in Newfoundland later confirmed that this was the goal.
When I arrived, Dana was not the least bit upset about anything, and in fact, she was quite happy to see me. The discussion of her supposedly dead father was very peculiar in that she was giving specific details, like that she had found a bullet stuck in the wall that the police had missed. She claimed that I couldn’t stay in the spare room because her father’s brains were splattered all over the wall in there. Yet she showed no negative emotions whatsoever when relating the information. She acted more as if she was trying to remember what she was supposed to say.
Just to prove how severely corrupt Newfoundland is, I took the trouble of contacting the official government service which issues death certificates and gave them the fake date that Dana had told me her dad had died. Lo and behold, in the mail comes the fake death certificate which is shown below:
So I had a date with another CSIS person who had been gangstalking me online before I arrived, some person who went by the name of “Venus” whose real name was Joleen. I met with her with Dana there, and neither of them did a very good job of pretending they didn’t know each other.
Dana left and Joleen got very busy trying to get close-up photos of me by using one of the CSIS apps which shows supposed funny baby pictures but is really a hidden camera on her phone.
At a certain point I just flat out accused Joleen of being a CSIS. To this she said she felt uncomfortable and stood up in unison with the four other CSIS people who were sitting in the coffee shop close by and they all walked out together, not even trying to pretend like they hadn’t been there together.
Then just to drive the point home even further, Tina Hinchings sends me a text message, accusing me of being crazy or something and “scaring” the poor girl in the coffee shop. If neither Dana nor Tina knew this Joleen personally, they shouldn’t have had occasion to know anything about what supposedly happened in that coffee shop. Furthermore, Tina shouldn’t have been privy to any of that information considering it was a CSIS operation and she had been officially fired by the federal government for being too paranoid to get the COVID vaccination shot.
After this, I tried to get into a homeless shelter by calling the main government line for shelter placement. They told me that they were working on it and that they would call me back. After not receiving any returned calls, I phoned them again and found out that they hadn’t taken any of my information and were never planning on calling me back. I gave my information again and told them I’d call back to check. This happened several times after which they started making up excuses for why I couldn’t be in a shelter. Inane excuses like “you are from out of town” or “you weren’t born in Newfoundland” were coming up and changing continuously as the supposed reason why I would have to freeze to death while sitting right in front of the door to the homeless shelter which I had confirmed from several staff members and shelter-goers that there were plenty of available beds inside. I wasn’t even allowed to go inside the front door to keep warm for a moment. So I sat on the sidewalk nearly freezing to death until the police arrived and helped me out.
I had expressed my upset and frustration about freezing to death to Dana over the phone, and this, they obviously thought could be somehow used against me to have me locked up in a mental institution. This is why the police arrived. Fortunately the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary was quite competent and were not sucked into this nonsense story about me being crazy. The officer let me sit in his car to warm up while I spoke, quite sensibly with the assessment person on speakerphone. I am very happy that the officer was right there listening in so that they could not make up any lies about what was said on the phone call. I later requisitioned my health records and found out that they had a plan to accuse me of having “multiple personalities” and to try to lock me up for it. See those records below:
After the plan to have me locked in a mental institution failed, and the police were seen to be involved and aware that I was neither crazy nor dangerous to anyone, suddenly a bed opened up in the Salvation Army down the road. I stayed there for two weeks, and suddenly one day I was told in the morning that I had to move out and that I would have nowhere to stay from that point forward. They didn’t let me know that this was going to be happening until minutes before it did. This was obviously another attempt to destabilize me. It failed of course, although I did almost succumb to frostbite and had to spend two nights in the hospital, as you can see from my medical records above.
While standing in front of the homeless shelter that wouldn’t let me in, I was approached by a number of people who told me that they were agents and that they had certain operations that they were supposed to be doing. They gave me some of the details of these operations, but I wasn’t particularly interested in any of it. I did note however that they all had places to live. Some of them even rubbed this fact in by going up to the door of the shelter with me and telling the staff that they were going to be going home to spend the night and that I could take their bed in the shelter. The shelter staff still refused to let me in, citing that they weren’t allowed to according to the corrupt central office which had forbid them from letting me seek shelter. From my assessment, it didn’t appear that any of the clients of the shelter were actually homeless, other than me, who they wouldn’t let in, and possibly one other woman who was a recovering drug addict.
After a couple of days of this, I decided that I could be very certain of the intentions of the corrupt CSIS group from this point forward and so I left to go assess Halifax.
Interestingly, I noticed that a day or two after I left, the Premier actually attended the very same homeless shelter that was leaving me for dead to die on the curb in front of their building. He was announcing increased funding for homeless people and improvements to shelters. I suppose I could have stayed and told him exactly what was going on, but it seems like that would be a pointless endeavour. He can read about it on this site if he really gives a care and if he’s not himself personally involved in the corruption, which at this point seems dubious.
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