As my friend and i left McDonald’s in downtown Victoria , I was nervous , since I was not legally allowed inside Victoria’s core. I had been arrested a couple of weeks earlier and the Crown opposed my release. They were willing to let me out of jail if I would report under a bail supervisor. They had the power to throw me back in jail if i did not report to them on demand or if they believed it was in the best interest of the public. I also needed to keep out of an area of the downtown core , which will be known as my red zone. If I was spotted or caught in this area , I would recieve an additional charge and my bail could be pulled. Placing me back in jail.

In those days i had no respect for authority . So i did not take this red zone seriously. I regretted this when I saw a police car slowing down as it advanced towards us. I noticed he was the same man I had seen at the Satanic Ritual , in the Ross Bay Cemetery. Fear encased my mind and body.

I instantly threw the couple of bags I was carrying into my friends arms. As I was giving him the bags , I heard the siren start it’s piercing sound and could see the red and blue lights on top of the car , come to life. I started to sprint from the car , in the same direction it came from..

The cop understood what I was trying to do and since there was almost no traffic on the road , he turned his car around , to pin me on the side walk. As he got to the halfway point in turning around , so he was heading in the same direction as me , I again changed my direction ,so I was running away from him. He accelerated to close the distance.

I knew the corners at View and Douglas Streets. At first I ran away , from View Sreet , but I felt certain this man was not going to stop until he got me. When he commited to doing a U-turn I changed my direction , in hopes of placing him in the middle of the intersection. Getting away depended on me having enough time to run the half block into the parking garage on View Street. If I could get inside the garage , I should be able to get up to the second floor. From there I had easy access onto the fooftops and I could make my escape.

When he accelerated to catch up to me , I came to another quick stop , turned again and ran in the opposite direction. I had the distinct feeling he was getting mad since all I could hear and smell was the burning of his tires. As the car rapidly got to the halfway point in his turn , I darted kitty corner , to go up View street and into the garage.

I had just dashed to the opposite corner and did not even look at the cop car. I was prepared to bury my head and sprint the 50 to 100 feet, to get inside the parking garage. Instinct told me it would be a futile act. I heard the four barrel carburetor kick in and the strong pull of the engine. I knew I was not going to make 20 feet , never mind a hundred. On this corner there were stairs going underneath the building. It was an open enough area but not for a car to drive down.

I was going crazy trying to figure out if the car was going to hit me before I could make it down the stairs. I had nothing to lose. I was scared since I felt this man was trying to kill me. I had seen him in plain clothes in the Ross Bay Cemetary during a Sataic Ritual with a few of my friends , a few years earlier. I also knew if I kept running in this direction , he was going to run me down.

When you are honestly contemplating these thoughts time and life are operating on a different plane. Over time you start to become condotioned to recognizing these moments and no longer feel the same way. You react quicker before the moments of seriousness occur.

The sound of the engine told me he was not letting up. It was so loud in my ears and my heart was pumping fast ! I stopped my momentum , just as I was about to pass the stairs. I angled my body to jump down the first few steps and tried to keep my balance from falling. I remember the cop not letting his foot off of the accelerator and the distinct crash of the vehicle as it folded around one of the three pillars.

Im not sure if I lost my balance or not but ran as though my life depended on it. I ran up the top of the other steps. Once I got to the top I ran as fast as I could to the end of the block. My friend and I had come from an apartment building across from Beacon Hill Park. We were grabbing breakfast for 4 people.

He had all the food we’d bought and part of me wondered if he would face any repercussions from my actions. I was too busy running to give any serious thoughts to anything but my task at hand.

Since I had the keys to the car , he was forced to take a cab back , or walk. We made it back to our friend’s apartment at the same time. I remember opening the door to the building and seeing his cab pull up. I waited for him and helped bring the bags of fast food inside. My friend Al , said he had never laughed so hard in his entire life.

Of course he was concerned at first but once he saw me running away and took in the damage the cop car had endured , he believed that was one of the coolest situations he had ever seen , unfolding directly in front of his eyes. It was something people only see in the movies.

Al had some serious questions regarding what was happening between that cop and me. No logical explanation could explain what he just witnessed. Al said that there was no doubt in his mind that cop was trying to kill you ! He had been my friend and partner for at least a couple years , so I was open and honest with him.

On a daily basis we were putting each others freedom and lives on the line for each other. The least I could do is tell him the truth. He found the story a little hard to believe but I assured him I am not going to make something like this up.

Al was a little shocked I had not shared a word about this story to him , before now. Sometimes an event happens which shows another side of a person , who you thought you knew so well. There is a serious moment of reflection when you realize there is more to someone than you previously thought. A flood of recalling situations and memories of past events seem to overwhelm your mind.

When you realize people are more than what experiences you have had with them , you gain a certain perspective that may be good or bad but any way you see it , it changes you. I think Al witnessing me fighting for my life from a past event , reinforced in him the trust we had in each other. To this day we still have a special bond.

Although I got away from that encounter , the cop filed charges against me for being in my Red Zone. I assumed he would need to account for why his police car was smashed into the corner of a building. Makes me wonder about the lengths people go to , trying to justify their actions. I would like to be a fly on the wall listening to how the Officer tried to explain away how he crashed his car , to his superior.

I received the charge the next time I went to court. I had the option to fight the charge but did not want to challenge the man whom I had seen in the cemetery. Who justified trying to mow me down with his police cruiser. I may never know why he went to such a great extent to arrest me for being in my red zone. I understand I was breaking a commitment I had made with the courts but did he really do what he did , for that reason ? Personally I do not think it was that simple.

Just knowing how to react in that situation , teaches me how much my instincts and intuition have been maturing , during my life. I have learned a lot going through many insane situations. I believe I have not encountered my last. Although through life experiences I hope I am better prepared to stop stacking the deck against myself.

From the time a child first opens their eyes , until they close them , they will need to do their best in understanding their environment and everything that encompasses our individual worlds. More importantly , we need to help those who are not as well prepared as we are. If in fact we are lucky enough to understand the differences between ourselves and other people.

From an early age I knew I was not like other people. I did not have the wisdom or experience to express how I was different. Now that I have some of that life experience behind me and knowing I had the determination and stubbornness to rewire my mind , I see life like I never had before. I appreciate being alive and have an eagerness to give back some of the wisdom I have learned.

All of us will need to have some of the grit and fortitude that I displayed , to challenge ourselves every day we are alive in this world. It is not good enough to figure out how to live a good life but I believe we need to help those that stumble on the path. To help pick others up to show them through examples of compassion , we are here for each other. That is what makes us special. Try not taking advantage of others but instead help them learn how to live a good life.

The experiece with seeing an off duty policeman in attendace during a Satanic ritual in the night , at the Ross Bay Cemetary , seriously frightened me. Quite a few years later the same cop tried to seriously harm me , if not kill me. I definately feel there is a correlation between the two events and my instincts and quick thinking got me out of that situation. I have never spoken a word to him regarding what i saw that night and i would like to just let the sleeping dog rest.

In life you need to prepare for the worst but hope for the best. Hopefully somewhere in the middle we can expect reality to meet us. Treat people the way you would want to be treated but always remember people can not trusred. Unless over time they have proved themselves to be like minded in your way of thinking. Then again only you know if your truely a good person or not.