My Arrest at Fairy Creek
And it was a glorious arrest indeed

The Fated Day
I did a few practice runs, shimmying up the tripod. It wasn't easy the first go round, but the monkey in me relished the challenge and managed to climb it with vigor. I managed to squeeze in a little sleep while right next to the tripod, ready to ascend it at a moment's notice. Just after 8 am, the police arrived. I rose up from sleep and shimmied up the tripod like a monkey. My sleeping bag in a dry sack, formed a nice cushioned seat.
Watching from 20 feet up, the support group sang songs and danced in front of me, while in front of them, across from the police injunction line special tactical forces were removing five protesters locked into Sleeping Dragons. After a few hours of extracting and arresting those protesters, police advanced the injunction line into my zone, and the support group were forced back behind me, on the other side of the line.
Moment of truth.
I was at the centre of attention. And there were quite a lot of photographers around to capture the scene. I raised my energy to match the moment, shining my light and love on everyone around me. I met every interaction with a pleasant and even joyful demeanor, smiling and joking with authorities. I moved gracefully while on top of the tripod, like a circus performer hanging from silks, extending arms out as if reaching to the heavens. Other times I meditated, silent and still, with one hand on my heart.
I was read my rights by police and announced that I was under arrest. Special tactical forces arrived and communicated with me about my extraction. One of the tactical forces was raised up to my level, attached to a hook on the end of a long pole rigged to a backhoe machine. From there I allowed him to harness me onto him and lift me off the tripod. Any resistance to this could constitute arrest. As we were slowly lowered to the ground, I let go of him so I suspended freely in the air, and began fully breast stroking, as if swimming through the air. The support group had a good laugh at that! And as I was lowered to the ground and officially arrested, I turned my head back as I was escorted away and raised one fist high in the air, a display of strength and solidarity towards my support group.
I was driven down to a large camp of police cars and staff, where I was processed along with other protesters, and handed paperwork for my arrest. We were all driven to the nearest town, Port Renfrew, where we were subsequently released, picked up by designated support people and driven back to headquarters.
The next day at headquarters I became a bit of a celebrity. Protesters who were friends, and even many I didn't know congratulated me on a glorious arrest. Many of my support group at 2000 camp during my arrest saw me and hugged me, and complimented me on my beautiful breast stroke! Some of the photographers caught up to me and interviewed me for their videos or documentaries. I said everything I needed to say for the movement - that we were a nonviolent, peaceful protest, and that we needed as many people as possible to come and be willing to be arrested.
My own experience being arrested off the tripod felt like destiny. It was as if I lived my entire life, all my crazy experiences in nature, cultivating love and compassion, all for this moment. My arrest was as good as it gets. I was high spirited throughout, and whether through luck or manifestation, the authorities treated me with respect and friendliness the entire time. The whole process went smoothly and I have no regrets about any of it. Indeed, I was living my life's purpose.
Not all protesters have such a smooth arrest experience. There are accounts of violence and harassment. But I can tell you that many of the police don't believe in what they're doing, and are only doing it because they have to do what they're told. Many of the police joked and bantered with us, even requesting songs to sing. They know as well as you do, that they are operating within a broken system. And if you show them compassion and empathy, if you see them and treat them as humans, they will do the same for you.
What You Can Do
Despite deceptive deferrals by John Horgan (see previous blog), and the start of the fire ban, protesters intend to stay and continue to fight, and their presence is supported by Elder Bill Jones. As of this writing there have been over 350 arrests!
Show up! The Fairy Creek Headquarters is listed on Google Maps, and is a two-hour drive from Victoria, BC. Your presence is valued, even if you are there just to see the old growth forests with your own eyes. However, if you are keen to do some dirty work, people there will find a way for you to contribute. If you are willing to be arrested, don't worry, first time arrestees typically get released on the same day, with only a charge of "civil contempt of court" which does not result in a criminal record.
Join the Facebook group for the Rainforest Flying Squad. There are thousands of passionate people on here contributing every way possible. Here you can find regular buses offering rides to the blockades, organizing of protests in your local region, petitions to sign, template letters to send to politicians, as well as emails of politicians you can contact.
Check out the Rainforest Flying Squad's official website, Last Stand for Forests. You can donate money to the cause here, which will go to bail money for arrested protesters among other things
Check out the Rainforest Flying Squad's Instagram account for latest news and updates. Share their stories, spread the news to everyone you know. The protesters' battleground is social media. The fight will be won by spreading awareness of the issue, until Premier John Horgan is publicly embarrassed and forced to concede or step down as Premier of British Columbia.
