IT IS NOT WELCOME IN MY LIFE.

What happened in Brighton on the south east coast of the disunited kingdom , further in Sheffield Yorkshire, often felt to be Gods own is a disgrace. Its unhuman totally not called further plus its against every ethical standard (we are called to as neighbours and friends). Compiling lists of homes, businesses, persons, fir the reason enforce some boycott of Israeli its products is not principled protest,

Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions (BDS),

It is intimidation, hateful discriminatory along with being unlawful. This identity NAZI behavior echoes some of the darkest moments in European history.

Decent people like you and l should call this out, clearly and without hesitation. these approaches have infested national institutions, including the NHS, Police, Civil Service, the National Trust, Museums, the Arts, Cultural bodies, the Home Office, Education, Unions, Churches. Evidence can be seen on every university campus, on every Hull hate march that l have witnessed, it is imprinted on every 'activism campaign' The socialist newspapers. News reports on the BBC. Evidence can be seen on every university campus, on every Hull hate march that l have witnessed, it is imprinted on every 'activism campaign' The socialist newspapers.

IT IS NOT WELCOME IN MY LIFE.

You are the maker of illusions
You break up every dream we’ve ever made
And as I rise up from the ashes
Would you believe it
You raise your ugly head up
Have you no shame
Too long, too long you have lain there
Too far too long too strong
Oh I will break your hold
You are you are you are the Maker
You are called greed and you’re a cheat
You are you are you are The Deceiver
You are not welcome in my life
You are, you are the weakness
You’re within us
You are, you are, you are
You are the sickness that’s in my soul.

I believe there’s a line to be drawn. I don’t want to take too much from our audience, or too much out of life. This was a hard song to write, coming from feelings that weren’t quite definable. So, it came out quite obscure, with some strange twists in it – THE DECIVER ;- The Alarm...Mike Peters .

The unknown, where you are now feels further away.

Placed your wheelchair as a gift to others, looking back a tear came because that goodbye still makes me cry.

That last conversation still echoes. The unknown , place where you are now feels so very much  further away. Wondered have you found a favourite place do you hear music. That smile upon your face held when the Buzzerd visited us personally, wonder stayed so long in our presence. Those nature postcards you still send me, the memories held by your young nephew of days fossil collection.

Missed Mathew David remembered every day.

What we all need from time to time.

The words life skills. It became almost a business for some in the 80s plus 90s. Assertiveness was great money maker for some. Counselling was another life skills we all required.But cost of being then counselled to clear any perpetual baggage  proved to costly. So the basic counselling skills along with the advanced counselling skills. Well they got transferred to active listening route.

Listening a good listening, it's what we all need from time to time.

It was honest statement about the oppression system in Iran.

 

So in my home town

Simple

Polite 

Controlled

Relevant

Informative

 Something that all wish wasn't taking place, this Protest was not intrusive or aggressive, the protestors were elegant further very beautiful. It was honest statement about the oppression system happening  in Iran. Evil Khamenei regime and the terror it is using. So lets pray for a regime change in Persian continent and soon. Amen let it be so.

Shortening winters day …well its not.

Today's a bit quiet as we feel again the frosty bite of another chill in this `too long a winter`, young nephews gone to school clutching a Valentine posse for his new school crush not sure how that will be received.

 Life can feel pretty tough. Money can be tight. Doors can feel closed. So if we can really should try make the table we sit, eat our food around a little bit bigger with place for another. its really that simple. So its up to us, try to be kind.

In winter's loaded garment keenly blows
And turns her back on sudden falling snows,
To go where gravel pathways creep between
Arches of evergreen that scarce let through
A single feather of the driving storm;
And in the bitterest day that ever blew
The walk will find some places still and warm
Where dead leaves rustle sweet and give alarm
To little birds that flirt and start away.

Come to understand that we can easily be bullied by even old female folk. Yes that old statement the Church folk gang. So it started simple innocent enough, "my brother tied to strangle me, after we had thrown water over each other".

This led to firstly view that the brother had become held by a demon then quickly became issue identified with old 600 year old building no longer holding sacred people nor sacred position. We do that. We do that real well. Slaughter others who do not agree with our view you see every action which is unkind or even disturbing doesn't mean its posed of devil. We can be unkind unthoughtful lack concern for others. 

We have something in the faith of following Jesus that is greater than that in the world. Better then wicked ways of economic grabbing spoilers the political elite or simply very awful neighbour. We have to share this faith journey because we have something bigger plus better. Kingdom values of Jesus. Perhaps l am as guilty as the next person of not recalling there is something bigger better waiting in the Life after Life after death.

Yeah l know still getting my head around what the early Christian followers of Jesus accepted there is LIFE after LIFE after death. YOU see LIFE is about connection about being kind to others as best as you can. Also about connecting with others who do not agree with, either like nor accept. Hell bent on sending others to hotbed concentration camp which they decide who gets there. Yeah sometimes gotta eat with them at same table.

Focus.

In the silence....find your focus......slowly something we do not do enough.....observe image's coulers...can l repeat them carefully can this individual transfer that image as l slow down....

Should l become more aware of my own being. I should become aware of my breathing...the pace of LIFE living presently. . . .Focus...all that other stuff is becoming processed.

Little excerise in becoming more focused. Like a mind gym game.

It's been the longest winter without you.

After "seemingly incessant rainfall" in recent weeks, temperatures are set to take a tumble again. The Met Office has issued a snow and ice warning for parts of East Yorkshire as colder conditions move in later this week.

Art inspires a bloke like myself whose grown up mostly in a position of powerlessness working among vulnerable, young, blighted areas. Impoverished following a religion called Christianity. 

Yet in Art see beauty.

In art see inspiration.

In art feel challenged.

In Art all Art as l know this subject see the creator.

Like when l have my days away. Go into God's great big Cathedral called Nature feel the Silence. Gain my focus feel different like the cold chill wrap up against

Sense of liberation when walked for one hour in this place often by the coast. A cruel windswept stormy cold wintry experience it's been since November. Still today and tomorrow it remains bitingly cold, wet, uncomfortable. 

But we will walk in nature. We will be inspired by Art. Enjoy you (like me), in some form have access to both. Enjoy.