A Letter Regarding: 'The Basement'

(name)

While I was being no-touch tortured and satanically ritually abused, and getting off the pharmakeia (again) while living in my parents basement:

I was learning how to cook.

I was learning how to clean.

I was doing errands.

I was not taking any extra money from them.

I was going to do a garbage truck driving course.

I was learning how to budget.

I was going to get off ODSP and get my own apartment in a small town.

I told my social worker, Robert Taylor, I did not want to see him again.

I wanted to leave their home and go to a homeless shelter to get away from them.

I told them I would rather be homeless than live in their basement.

They kept saying 'honour your parents' and would not let me leave.

I say this is weaponizing scripture and therefore spiritual abuse.

-- Steven Reynen

Monday June 23rd, 2025

(name) the nurse says all the letters I give staff will ultimately end up in my digital chart, once (if) I am discharged. I reminded her that my lawyer told me that if I do not take the pharmakeia, I would end up here (The Royal) forever, and the Consent and Capacity Board pointed out at a hearing that I could be at here forever, or even die here.

Forever and ever I will be glorified.

I might just be a psychiatric prisoner until I die.

It will only be.... for a little while...

To God be ALL the glory.

P.S.

This post is in response to an email notification I got last night from Rhona Reynen. She also called the unit I am a psychiatric prisoner at yesterday and insisted on passing me a message, despite being told by the staff who answered the phone that I want no contact and that I will file for a restraining order with the Ottawa Police Services if she comes to visit again. I wish she would stop harassing me.