Things are somewhat …
surreal.
I stand at a junction
consisting of many, many roads.
For each I know not the
destinations and some lead to dark places, very dark indeed.
Without a home, dead or
dying are but some of the possibilities.
But I wonder on what to
do despite having done so much and wonder on how strange it seems to
attempt to carry on as normal during the interim.
In my life I have stood
in a great many lines to unknown places that mostly have consisted of
horrors and nightmares. I have typed, waited, plotted and planned on
explaining all of this to as many others as I could. To bare all that
I have experienced and endured. Along the way collecting what
evidence, actions and inactions that I could and publish to a very
wide audience.
Late 2015 I thought
myself on the brink … a cusp of greater things and transformations
to all that I know. Mid 2016 and none of this has occurred and I find
myself back in familiar nightmares about to be played out yet again?
As I said … surreal.
Maybe this was an
inevitability I simply did not foresee?
Perhaps it was always
destined to be?
Would I have to relive
the nightmares while I typed and posted to the wider global audience?
Was it to be with the darkest possibilities waiting to unfold while
being treated in the most inhumane ways before the wider public
caught notice? Was this always the way that it would have to play
out?
Dates race towards me
with surprising velocity. Many things are imminent.
I do wonder that the
diagnosis already made along with those to come while the public
services exact their inhumanity might be so unique as to appear as
the biggest shock to the wider audience?
After all making me
homeless without good reason only provides the audience with the very
real possibility that an attempt is made to shut things down that
they fear and have done for a very long time. But doing so while in
the cusp of revealing ever darker things should make this all the
more horrid to those that bear witness.
For the longest time I
felt my fate was already laid out for me while religious types
remained convinced I had been given some higher purpose, against all
my beliefs of my scientific mind.
There was the
phone-call of the innocent voice of uncertainty.. Literally. I had
been expecting this and it is three days later than I thought I would
get it. My landlord!
Explaining the things
that have occurred and the imminent dates to come his voice of
disbelief could clearly be told. His voice rants off the attitudes
off the public services as they think that all of society stands
still and waits for them to get their acts together.
Dishonest … stubborn
.. narrow minded … without compassion ... selfish.
The wider public are
growing very weary of their attitudes and with every passing month I
see ever more evidence that in time they will have no choice but to
change. Or be deconstructed..forcibly so.
As for me I sincerely
hope that when this event is over that fate, God or whoever is done
with me … because I am done.
Anxiety may be at low
levels but the fear that the stretched heart string, palpitations and
wrenched nerves will return and that my ability to think or do
deserts me as in the past?
I have still been told
nothing of the fate of my belongings by Enfield Council and have
asked them each time I have contacted them via email. In person I
forgot both times as I did on the phone too.
Like I said … many
things are imminent. September is going to be one of the worst and
busiest months that my life has witnessed in many, many years. The
most nerve wrecking too no doubt.
I feel the wind may be
rising?
Thought has strayed to
continuing on while being in the worst possible position imaginable
to almost anyone. The actions against me may render the lack of
feeling to my legs as permanent. I may be told I have only so long to
live? To cap it all there is the possibility of being homeless to
save money and make those responsible look good and keep their jobs
longer?
What I find amazing is
that no one thinks me mad any longer and every single one I have met
see these actions for what they are. I hope naivety is not too
widespread and this is how it is taken on the blogs where I publish
this stuff. As one guy commented recently about those that remain
doggedly naïve … that they would fall foul to these actions, or
inactions, eventually.
Realisation suddenly
come over me as I recalled a friend who died of a brain tumour a few
years back, that was also something off a major surprise. What are
the odds that this would happen twice to two friends?
I ponder the
possibility that the winds might rise also? Will the ultimate
sacrifice shock those that watch to their cores? Will the truth wash
over them with such fervour that it acts like a catalyst and forces
these watchers into action? Will the stories be told and the truth
spread like a virulent disease? Might the actions and sacrifices
finally get close to their intended destinations? Will some good
finally come from all of this? Will change for the better start to
take place akin to seeing the first signs of green leaves appearing
in a barren wasteland?
Will it be remembered?
Like a storm rising
fast and spinning with ever greater intensity will the people rise up
and force those ultimately guilty out of their houses of death and
onto the never ending roads?
Like a whirlwind in my
mind that conjures up many possibilities and scenarios. Each one with
an outcome that benefits all of mankind.
Will the evil that
abounds fall upon the burning mounds? The naïve opening their eyes
and banding together to root out all evil? Would mankind once again
be allowed to move forwards and not sideways or back? Will we ever
shed the beasts that lay within us?
Will I ever live long
enough to see the fruits of my labours? Most probably and sadly not.
Ten days could be all
that it takes?
The tunnel exit is
stretched out before me and the light too blinding to see.
In the darkness the
anxiety awaits.