This is John whom I met last year. I had reservations about posting this video as my main concern was to help John. Yet, sadly after a year no further contact was made- I’ve decided to use this footage to help others in the same position.
So … we’ve left the EU. Surely we need to use some of the additional funds now with the UK to ensure every UK Citizen with a British Passport has food and shelter. No person should be living outdoors like this. John is unwell. He needed medical attention and respite, not to be travelling the length of the UK for work without money for transportation, food and a place to sleep.
I had not met John previous to making this video and cannot endorse the accuracy of the information. But it is clear to me, John was doing all he could to improve his circumstances. Cold, frail, walking on to the M1 in the rain with no idea where his next help would come from.
Have we become a generation of scattered minds? I fear so … for we have too many doors open. Leaving way for distraction, muddlements and pending disaster. Again I say … less is more.
I by no means am one to preach – as of recent weeks, due to convalescing after an operation, I have evaluated my time. I had no choice but to slow down and pursue the basic needs before me. One of which was emptying the apartment I’ve sold of my past. In the loft I found cards dating back to my first birthday and then onwards, right through to Valentine cards from my former husband, more than 20 years ago.
Things I’d taken for granted at the time, now remnants gone. Cards to celebrate the birth of my children, new homes, the lot. I felt overwhelmingly sentimental. But due to not having room to keep them all, I decided to be ruthless. Read each one and then gave a small pile to each of my sons. I had no internet at the flat, no TV – so relied on the radio. That too playing nostalgic tunes. I went through my entire life within a week.
I’ve been on a ‘conscious journey for around six months (of a spiritual nature). Deciding that things had to change in my life. I’d become extremely unhappy and felt my spirit evaporating into the wilderness of cyber space. I’ve got a fairly adaptable personality. I like to laugh, I’ve a dry – sometimes wicked sense of humour. I enjoy community events. Yet when I am at home alone, I can fall into days of contemplation that are often wasted by over thought.
In today’s modern age we have so much choice, we often forget to focus on the basic balance for self happiness. We have portals running alongside each other like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, blogs and so forth. We have to find drive to earn money, that require commitment too. We have friends to keep in the loop – plus family that need love and time. Many of us have pets and outside obligations such as community groups and campaigns.
Yet we still seek more?
Making small steps to help our inner voice can avoid symptoms of addiction and depression. Any addiction whether it is the internet, drug abuse or alcohol first has to be recognised by the victim of self harm. We establish the need to overcome the darkest desires that have no benefit to our long term goals. And then to take one day at a time.
I am fortunate I’ve never tried heroin. I’ve dabbled in the past with this and that, during my younger years. And yeah … I admit if there’s a joint on the go at a party, I’ll take a puff or two. But I don’t keep cannabis in the house and no longer drink at home alone unless it’s the weekend and I’m watching a movie.
I used to go online when I’d had a drink and create arguments with people that weren’t necessary. Usually over animal neglect. When on reflection the other person was probably just as boozed up as me and it achieved nothing. Now I get more involved with campaigns and hitting the cause directly rather than shoot the messenger.
Then there’s obsession where folk can become unhealthily interested in the activity of others, this in turn is a severe form of addiction. The target of the obsessive mind often feeling intimidated, worst still … stalked.
Our minds are excessively full of crap these days. We’ve so much information to process – that often we forget the most important things around us. The people that love us most, just the way we are. Or perhaps our pets! Living alongside others is not confined to species. I don’t know where I’be without my animals.
Improving out mind requires a little self discipline. I set myself goals now. I’ll make a conscious decision to not go online at all for a day or two. The first few hours are tough because I like to see what’s going on. But as I adapt, I find better things to do. When we relinquish one preoccupation we find more rewarding ways to move ahead. This is with ‘absolute’ focus and commitment. It takes time to master the art of adaptation on a long term basis. But if we practice this in small measures, with gradual increase it can be done. It’s like diet. We don’t need to punish ourselves with sacrifice, we need to reduce what is we become ‘food’ obsessed with, until we no longer recall the flavour.
I don’t have a smartphone. Why? I’ve got a class ‘A Personality. I’m the sort of person that if something could take control that is harmful, I’m better to not indulge in the first place. The most interestingly, wonderful people I’ve met in life are addicts of some kind. Smokers, strippers, drag queens, boozers. I’m fascinated by eccentrics and radicals. I like bolshie, non conformists. But those I admire most are quiet people who are happy with a simple life. Seeking not for the approval or distraction of the modern world. But finding solace in their own small space. The ‘finest’ balance being those that have lived and learned – yet can teach from their own mistakes.
We can’t help who we are, we’re a colourful bunch. But for Class A people like me, I’d suggest trying those few steps that can turn into strides of completeness. Follow your hearts, be good to your minds and stay close to your loved ones. A few good doors can inspire – but a corridor can be never ending.
We realise that nobody can give us anything useful. All that we need is within our ‘self.’ We become bored, restless, distracted.
We sort of convert to a hybrid of our former state. Where often, we just can’t wait to remove our self from social situations, to be in our own space. A place to heal and find our ancestors who need us now, more than ever, dwelling in the depths of a dying ocean because of our greed. I tell you!
We can be in a crowded room full of vibrancy, texture and intellect. Yet we wonder whether any of the information or cutting edge design is of spiritual significance?
We join groups and forums, seeking out the like-minded on a psychic path. Yet ‘really’ they’re equally lost in what it is they are looking for.
Spirituality – a jaded subject. I’ve never seen such competition and enviousness. Where one will claim to be a shaman, another greatest witch of all. Yet in the world of spirit and chi no man can choose a leader. Who are we to claim a higher authority?
We are all simply perfect by design.
We seek solace in religion as we watch animals being sacrificed. Homosexuals condemned. The gays as lepers. Children raped.
We seek fame. To be recognised. Where we become obsessed with gratitude from strangers. Each day seeking mainstream news to see how we looked, as press caught us unaware. Those who rely on fame are the saddest of all. Emotionally tangled. The greatest narcissists.
We wish for posh food, high end dining, yet … when we get the limitless plastic to pay, it all starts to taste the same. Sitting in our stomachs, creating gas with the greed of connoisseur palate.
We become fixated with our size. How will we compare to the more toned and what will our pursuits think if we are not with matching defined sculpture?
We should not be controlled by validation from others. We are free and we are one. Everything is relative. The sun, moon, ocean, the ground …
Yet we become enslaved to a life, where nothing satisfies the soul.
That is until we realise that ‘love is everything.’
Love being infinite, our only weapon. The redemption of our ways.
We must learn that ‘boredom’ is often ‘time to be awake.’ To find keys to ‘the chi.’
To no longer seek lessons, where there are no masters to teach.
For, The Divine is never apart from our true core value.
It does not matter if you know not of reference to faiths, philosophies, techniques and tradition. Fuck that! You are free to choose your path to your own salvation. So walk freely, with what works for you best.
Yes, truly, ‘Love is Everything.’ Do not be afraid to admit you pray and be proud to say amen. You are heard.
Just found a great photographic feature at the foot of this page. Had to share. So typical of today. Sad really.
Just be careful that technology is not a substitute for reality.
Phones don’t hug or give advice for ‘you’ as an individual soul.
You can’t beat a proper kiss and rubbing noses – tickling, eye contact. All the lovely things that cost nothing.
But if you used your phone more often to call those you love instead of seeing what people you will probably never meet in ‘real’ life are doing on Social Media – You’d maybe find a better sense of ‘self’ fulfilment.
Alternatively, don’t have a phone and get a life instead? Or what I’ve done is have a cheap festival phone that I take out with me in-case of emergency. It’s basically a little thing with a keyboard on the front and no fancy gimmicks – I’d rather use my brain to do that for me.
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