A bit of history

Today has been slow to get going. Angela and I have taken the dogs out 2 times for proper walks. I woke at 7 and took dogs out for a wee. Had a Fair Trade coffee and watched a few news channels for a while. Fed the dogs after about an hour and we took them out for a poo. We went to the local shops as we had a few things to get. Had poached egg on toast for breakfast and then checked all email accounts and reread yesterdays ramblings. Now I'm ready to begin todays diatribe.
I want to say today what I’ve been doing, so far along the way in my life, to make a difference. Cos boy have I kicked up a fuss. Only problem is I’ve always done it on my own. It’s cost me dear but I cannot stop.
First time I made a stand was in Lichfield. I was about 17. That takes us back to 1979.
I went through the town centre and trashed a group of cars. I also set fire to a haystack on a trailer in a field. I believed I would get the chance to say in court why I had done it. I didn’t however and will now explain each action in turn.
The cars were done because of my hatred for what private ownership of cars has done to the world. Here’s a list of the problems.
Large number of deaths on roads and many are children
Massive habitat destruction for road building.
Major contributor to consumption of fossil fuels, the raw source of plastics. Some of the most important substances mankind has developed.
Massive producer of urban pollution.
The haystack was done because of my hatred for farmers and their abuse of the land and livestock. All through my childhood I had visited agriculture shows throughout the UK and studied. Well treated animals do not fear. They were few and far between. I saw vast advertising for chemical cocktails to spray on the land and crops and all sorts of devices to do it.
They were the reasons and I never got chance to say. I just got a criminal conviction and its corresponding punishment. I took it on board and decided to change my approach.
Time moved on a bit.
In those days I carried a small portable cassette recorder around with me. Loved music you see. I could sing a bit although no-one knew as I kept it to myself. I was homeless at this time in my birth town of Coventry just before Christmas. In the early hours of the morning I sat on the steps of the statue of Lady Godiva and recorded a tape.
It was songs and poems. It was my plea to humanity. A full cassette of original work sung and spoken through tear filled eyes. I believed it was going to be the last thing I would do. I believed I would die of hyperthermia for I was so cold and tired. Problem was I woke up the next day.
On went time and I ended up sleeping on a sofa in a café used by bikers in Birmingham.
My only possessions a few clothes, a cassette recorder and a few cassettes all together in a green Adidas bag. I earned my keep by working in the café cooking the food. No wages. That’s where I lost the tape. They kicked me out one night and refused to give me my stuff. I’d only ever heard that tape once as well.
Time moved on and I spent January in some partly demolished houses. I burnt the window frames in a fireplace to get warm enough to sleep for an hour. I’d wake shivering when the fire died down. It used to be cold in January in Birmingham! I moved from there when my sister’s boyfriend let me sleep in his car. Eventually I found a new job with wages and after a week in hand I got money and moved into a bed and breakfast.
A bed was good after so long without. One of the guys in the room had a cassette player that he let me use. It was amazing. The cassette would eject itself when finished, turn over and go back in the machine and play the other side. Many a night I fell asleep with headphones on listening to Sgt Peppers and awake with it still playing. I used to love the Beatles. I’m afraid I don’t like Paul McCartney because of the song Band on the run. I feel it’s too close to a sequence on the tape I made. I also feel Band Aids Feed the World is as well. I’ve no reason to believe the tape was ever found or listened to so try to dismiss these thoughts.
Things happened that prevented me doing much but in 1988 I began in earnest again.
I started writing poetry and prose and began sending it to the media. Giving it away.
I moved from Birmingham and continued the media push in Coventry where I moved to. Here I targeted the local radio station and newspaper and the BBC. It was a sustained campaign over a number of weeks. Here’s some of the material that was sent.
You are Hitler, I am the Jew
You are the waiter, I am Hindu
You are the strong, I am the weak
I am the one who has come to speak (line rewritten ….one you always defeat)
To talk of tales and different ways (added lines)
To guide mankind to better days
Delivering a dream from afar
Uniting Christian with Allah
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(Remastered)
One two three four five six seven eight nine
One to free four five six seven eight nine
One to free, for five
sex heaven, ate nein
What
Even oddness works playfully.
Hardness softens the dark lightness.
The end begins in silent noise.
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(Incomplete rewrite)
The multi-coloured lizard.
When he arrived on this planet
Oh God dammit
For hope, and glory
This is his story
When he arrived on that day
They had to take him away
"How could this be" they had said
Man with tail and lizards head
How could his skin glow in that way
They had to know, but he wouldn't say
Then when landed on the slab
A tiny needle jab
(Lost verses)
(Lost verses)
When the skin didn't glow
What had they to show
And his great tail
Which they had to impale
They found living laser inside
Now dead, they cried
But the lizard lived on
He had to say before gone
For the Hope, not Glory
That's the story.
I contacted the radio station and spoke. They thanked me and said yes they were interested in what I had done. It also showed in the green upsurge that happened in the programs they transmitted. Then I sent a poem in which I claimed to be Jesus back on Earth.
Never did I expect them to deny all knowledge of me and all my work when I next phoned them. But they did. They stopped me from placing the Covenant of ARK before humanity 19 years ago.
Now we move forward to 2004. This is 1 year after umpteen incarcerations in mental institutions for saying one thing. “I believe I’m Jesus back on Earth”.
I started trying again. I started with a site about churches and why they are unsuitable for healing. I also wrote pages on other things that I’d really like to get heard. I’ve emailed hundreds of people. Politicians, vegetarian societies, wildlife organization and the media.
No one replied.
I’ve maintained the site and updated when I could. When all this failed to get a response I opened this blog. It’s now registered with BritBlog.
What I believe may be true.
If it is I think Earth should listen.
If it isn’t I may still have something of importance to say.
In addition to the website and blog is the preparation of my temple so it is possible to heal in it.
It is currently over 40% complete.
Time will tell.