A path or just a track?

I want so much to make an impact upon this world, not for profit, fame, power, or any of today’s so called motivating factors.

I feel, you feel, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, sometimes embarrassed, sometimes frustrated,  sometimes distraught,  sometimes upset, sometimes confused, sometimes ecstatic,  sometimes as if we can only seek oblivion.

Words and actions from others often, if not always for so many of us have a huge impact upon how we feel, and those feelings impact upon our very lives.
Decisions we make can be influenced by feelings, and they can go as far as to decide a future or not.

If I could do anything right now it would be to write down a new Genesis for humanity. A true biblical essay, not for any God, leader or profit, but for every person on this planet.

A new set of rules to live by, rules that hopefully  so many of us strive to live by, but sadly fall by the wayside in this achievement.

I would right new….not commandments, but driving morality.

It would not be about control but suggestion of a better path, one where instead of leaving things, we leave trust, love, respect, loyalty, empathy and truth.

A path where we strive to support all,and deny all unwarranted hatred from our hearts.

That does not mean we cannot hate the actions of others, can not be disgusted by their views, their behaviour, but not to hate because we are told or taught to.

I want to make a path not to enlightenment, but to an acceptance of difference, a realisation that colour, size, ability, gender, sexuality, nationality, culture do not divide us, that multiculture means a divergence not division.
A path where people are not ghettoised or rewarded through the event of birth,  where our lives are not controlled by which ancestors were the cruellest and carried the biggest sword.
A path where physical or mental capacity are not the only measures of strength and worth.
I want to use my humble life, one of well over 6,000,000,000 people on this planet to make some move towards bringing forth a realisation that division only benefits those who seek to control us.

I want to abolish flags and banners, to end threats of mass destruction and eradicate the word the elitist power hungry super rich have coined for you and me, “eaters”.

We are not parasites stealing their resources, they are the succubus,  feeding upon countless generations of blood, toil, suffering and death of not just  our forebears but now us.

We currently live in a society, in a world where blame is always cast downwards, where there always is a downwards, and that is measured by monetary wealth and power.

The poorest and most vulnerable always seen as “useless”, as people that should be guilt ridden just for trying to live.

We criticise countries with a Caste system, but ours is far more oppressive and seeks to hide itself in what people accept as normality.

I first considered trying to set up some sort of commune, but realised by segregating ourselves we would only ever be likened to some obscure cult. We would discredit ourselves before those who would seek to do so could attempt to.

Maybe it’s about finding like minded people in every community throughout the world,  giving a safe place to positive values. Where people can be kind, moral, caring and empathic towards others without being made the subject of humour or even abuse. Where labels will not be used against such folk, and if others seek to do so, all those who understand will support the more vulnerable.

Maybe a teaching, or more a sharing, where life itself is celebrated rather than a God, but one where people’s beliefs will be accepted and welcomed. Where all will be given value.

This may seem pathetic at best,  to most folk, but I think I am in need of a purpose to this existence, for if I am not careful to find my true path, it may simply be a track to the abyss that awaits.


Edwards the conviction

Just to be very very clear. Being mentally ill does not make you a child abuser, & having a mental illness does not “make” you abuse, partake in or watch child sexual abuse and it seems murder.
Being a sociopath is not someone mentally ill, sociopath is not an illness, it is a person without empathy, who does not recognise boundaries, sees themselves as the centre of the universe and believes others to be just things, objects to toy with.
The majority of sexual preditors of children and adults I have investigated, met and had to work with or against have been sociopathic.
Sociopathy cannot be “cured”, cannot truly be treated, meds at best can be used to sedate, not treat, counselling is ineffective, these people see their reality as their truth.
When a sociopath says they sorry, whether a child abuser, a rapist, a murderer or a violent partner, the word sorry, as all their promises of change are purely tactical, and have no meaning beyond that.
So whenever the courts, who demand around a 96% percent chance of a conviction before a case such as this gets to court, then allows a convicted person to walk from Court, they in effect put all their next potential victims at significant risk of harm. The released convict will simply find new strategies to hide their offending, and most of these people are extremely clever.
So this week’s debacle is beyond ridiculous and disgusting. The judge and all involved in protecting this creature need to be held to true account. The sentancing overturned, and Edwards placed in a high security prison until such a time age or health prevent him being a risk to anyone. It’s that simple in my mind.

hmct #BBC #Bbcnews #hughedwards

Money as a weapon

When I say I don’t care about money, I truly dont. I do care at seeing people I love, respect and care for, struggling to feed not only thieves but their children. Families still suffering due to caps on support, and even finding the food banks that shouldn’t need to exist, virtually empty.
People trying to work being penalised because 0-hour contracts do not support firm hours so no way of budgetting,  as no guarantee of hours worked.
People being put in debt as soon as they start to make a claim for the support they are entitled to.
Kids having to beg other extended family for money for food as their parent has already had to do the same and doesn’t dare to ask for more, even though more would be given as long as their family could help
Others with no family to ever ask, that can’t even get the support the law states should be their to prevent such poverty for children and families.
People with disabilities and chronic health scared that the last of their choices, nevermind dignity will be taken from them with the introduction of vouchers, that not only will identify them to all and sundry but will restrict their freedom by preventing them spending money on anything but that, which the government and the vile cruel desentisied DWP decide they deserve. This even stopping them supporting their own families or hoping for a future for themselves.
The lack if clarity upon this thus far, just another example of the true cruelty that MP’s belive is acceptable.
So no I care not for money, but I do care that it is used to keep people down, to divide people, to cause pain and suffering, and to even kill a few of us off.
Cruelty, suffering and poverty should never be an accounting tool for balancing the books.
Keir Starmer The Labour Party Department for Work and Pensions – DWP Liz Kendall

These days

These are the days I sink, days I am in pain, I cannot move without a internalised whimper, where even the slow shuffle to the toilet exhausts me, where my eyes moisten up with every second of the silence that allows my thoughts to reflect upon the loss of future this reality has brought to destroy the aspirations of that 7yr old from 50yrs ago

These are the days where any motivation is described as in the past tense. The waking hours where the only viable wish is of the continuously disturbed slumber my current state of mind allows.

These are the days where the expectations of that 30yr old expectant father are reflected upon, and the harsh realisation of the subsequent failings upon his part, to challenge and deflect the manipulation through the most blatant of lies, which not only were accepted by those who he saw as his closest friends, but by his parents, his siblings and finally his children, meant his entire dreams of being a good friend, a good son, a good brother and most importantly a good dad were crushed for ever more.

These are the days this 57yr old man realises his life failed to meet even the smallest of his expectations. His time to take stock, and realise that his wants to change the world for the better always failed. That he, me, I failed.

These are the days I have to truly search,identify and fight for any good reason to remain. These are the days such a struggle becomes even harder. These are the days that soon could become “these were the days”.