HERE SAY

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Schopehauer,  Neitzsche, Camus, Cioran and Alan

 Watts poets of philosophy, a pessimistic view

Of wonder. Religion censored their view even

 Greek mythology and the Stoics telling us about

Keats and Shakespeare negative capability. The

 internet has blown away the bullshit of religion

And negative capability is the true sense of

 humanity. Darkness within darkness has given me

A sense of belonging a realisation of hope within

 loss all those crusades and barbarism in the name

Of religion were futile. At long last have we come

 to the truth of humanity all we need now is for

All you traditional numskulls realise that we can

 only get peace by giving peace, stop this macho

revenge avenge in you a sense of humanity. We are

 not out of the dark woods yet, these so called

Men of the cloth are evildoers its up to us to show

 them that there is another way through dialogue.

I have been on seminars with people like Desmond

 Tutu Michael Stone, the brighton bomber through

 anne Gallaghers seeds of hope, created a C.D. with

 my friend Rodney Cordner called violets anagram

 of lost lives a tribute to that great book that pays

 homage to the people who paid the price for the

 peace we have today catholics, potestants,

 police,army all in one book together. I have been

 privileged to be around people like the sands

 family and friends, I really have the honour to be

 around that aroma of peace, we cant let this peace

 slid away like molten lava and evolve aother black

 hill of hatred. At the start of this peace on peace I

 was askig myself what right have I, a street kid

With a basic education but then I realised that

 peace gives me every right to write this.

Please please please don’t let it slip away. In 2005 

I took a stroke that almost killed me, iknow

I don’t have the mind capacity to teach creative

 writing as I have lost my long term memory but

You can remind me in a short term. Through this

 blog that acts as a minds eye as I suffer from

Aphantasia, the stroke has left me paralyzed down

 one side of my body ill never walk I know

All forty five years of memory are locked within

 my only way to live is to live in me,my only way

To find substance is in mei just hope that all this is

 true, I know it happened but I don’t have any

Hologram projection, I have no way of knowing.

 My life is hear say. I know I keep repeating this

Over and over for years but this is all I have im

 stuck to the momet of peace, I want to move but

I cant its like a brick wall you cant get over uder or

 around, I hope one day to sledge my way through

Until then I will mumble my way. For years I have

 writ the same theme in a different format.  Death

Is the only answer when will you righteous people

 ever understand that life goes on in death,

memory is reincarnation we cat move on until

 euthanasia is a common practise please let me die

with dignity and not to wake again crying in A & E

 ward please stop this. We have known through

aincient Indian hindiu sculptor the scientific way

 but religion has blocked our human intelligence

its as if we have been labotomised even the south

 American Indians knew of the old ways long

before religion uncivilised them. Plant life has

 been known as remedies long before science was

scorned upon but it was the way, religion has a lot

 to answer for, the philosopher poets knew

open the migration routes the global world belongs

 to every one, trust. Get off your high horse

of capitalism, why cant death be a positive force.

Theres only so many times i can do this, i have

 done this for twenty years please dont turn me

 out in a bitter frustrated vein let me die in

 positivity.