A WORLD OF PAIN?

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Too often, we have trusted those who present themselves as ‘leaders’. 

When that trust has been misused, and exploited, to provide a stream of Public monies, into corporate accounts, we have to think again about what we want our future to be. 

We are told, it is important “for employment” and “to assure reinvestment” but we are not seeing this?

Zero hours and Agency mismanagement, has taken the heart out of the employment cycle. 

BLAIR/CHILCOTT INQUIRY

Read the 'small print' and see who Gordon Brown chose to 'INQUIRE' about Tony Blairs involvement in Iraq, and the WMD's (Weapons of Mass Destuction), which we all know, was never found. 

Tony Blair must answer to his critics, yes, yet how will this happen with a 'panel' designed to reflect TB's very own background (allegedly). 

With individuals once of 'JP Morgan Chase' fame and 'Zionist Masonists' how will justice find light of day? Probably another expensive lesson in 'smoke and mirrors'?

CASH CROP CAPERS?

PLEASE READ THIS LINK:-

The people of the UK have, and are being lied to. 

We have struggled with austerity for ten years, being told that there is NO funds for the NHS, The Police, Doctors, Nurses, Teachers and you name it. Food prices UP, Fuel prices UP and Utility prices UP. ADD THIS to banks being bailed out, corporate protections and house prices UP. 

We have our "children" living with us, at 30yrs plus and dwindling pensions, disability payments and child care. Our lives are increasingly difficult and depression is in our lives, and our minds. 

Everything is being "CUT", for us!

Yet, the Cartels of sly politicians and corporate wheeler-dealers, sit on a potential reservoir of a financial dreamland. 

Read the article and make your own mind up. Inform yourself and explore the realm of knowledge. Decide if your faith in your favoured MPs is justified, and get in on the move to a better future. 

https://www.facebook.com/grandadknows/posts/10213365961372456

INQUEST, NOT INQUIRY?

Following the terrible disaster of the Grenfell Tower fire, a call for an inquest rather than an inquiry is demanded. 

Will we see an unbiased investigation into the deaths (manslaughter?) of those innocent Tennant's?

Check out the Link below, for more...

https://skwawkbox.org/2017/06/16/watch-share-why-may-wants-grenfell-inquiry-call-for-inquestnotinquiry/

SCHOOL CUTS!

http://schoolcuts.org.uk/#!/

Check out the site (above) and inform yourself about the cuts to our child's education, by CONSERVATIVES. 

We can't afford to allow the destruction of our child's future. 

Corporate take over of every "profitable" element in society will never benefit our Country's development. Investment in our young folk is a principal which makes sense, for us all. 

AN ENDEBTED SOCIETY.

MISERY IN MONEY?

In a time when all of politics are scrabbling across each other, to convince us of their ability to support our children, schools, disabled and policing, we surely need leaders who can protect us from our banking system?

With a financial system that thrives on debt, how can we the people, possibly survive the debts passed down to us?

So many questions in everybody's lives and finding a home, a place of work and a securely safe environment so difficult, when can we all find a happiness that we can be sure of. 

Debt creates nothing but more debt, yet our banking system thrives on the production of more of it than we can imagine. Our very lives, from the day we are born, is mortgaged to the banks. Every loan, backed by debt and £billionaires being created by every miserable recovery of those debts. 

Mega rich corporations tell us that we "need" more and the consequences of these "needs" drive us ever deeper into the well of debt. 

When will we understand that this kind of World has no future, for the masses. No security can come from mortgaging our futures to an uncaring elite, who only thought of our futures relates to our worth. 

If you ever consider these words, even though they may seem unrealistic, think about the route taken by a herd of cattle. Led, ever more, in ignorance to their final fate. Paying their final "debt" to the World. 🐝

"GRASPING THE NETTLE"

What came first "terrorism or our oversees actions"?

Unless we grasp the nettle of cause and response, we all fail to accept that need for greater empathy and understanding of others needs. 

The World is full of doubt and corruption and the rise of arrogance and greed has soiled our belief in each other. 

Time for community and tolerance to take a stand for every peace loving person, where ever they originate from. 

Crazy World!

When Worlds collide.

That's what I feel like, just now.

It is incredible how lives can change and slip, ever so slowly into chaos.

Just when I began to feel that my life was taking a turn for the better, I am confronted with something that, years ago I would have dealt with, without a second thought.

Age weary and a head full of "what if's" does nothing for my confidence, in my ability to provide for everyone's needs.

The Worlds, I speak of, are the many individuals who are showing "symptoms" of misjudgement and fatigue. At one time. I would, again, have found no difficulty in aiding their quandaries. 

Now, their suffering weighs heavily on my shoulders and the stress monster tugs, ever harder, at my elbow. How can I help everyone; how do I provide for their failings, and cater for my own failures and torments too?

It has to be said, that I never would have believed that I would be struggling with "normal" family pressures, yet I am. Each day provides more complicated turmoil and the need for quick thinking. 

Tonight, the wife and I are "baby-sitting" a six year old, a two year old and one of premature twins, following my daughters collapse. She has been visiting her second twin, who has had great difficulties to endure. After two months, she is fighting kidney and heart problems and, at a mere three pounds [still] she is unable to leave hospital. A weight of four/four and a half pounds being the requisite weight for a healthy trip home.

However, due to the extreme anxiety of my daughters visiting regime, and hectic time constraints, she has collapsed through lack of food and drink.

The "ball", as they say, is well and truly in the air and rest bite from the provision of care seems distant. 

I can only hope that, at some stage, my wife and I will be able to find a middle ground, where we can satisfy our need to be together and to discuss our own future wishes.

Like my father once said, "if you wrote your life down, no one would believe it".

As life continues to deal me the short hand, I think this analogy is far from controversial. 

Tomorrow is another day, so let's see what joys it has to offer.

WHEN LIFE STANDS STILL?

Over the last years, I have had to deal with so many different scenarios that I feel more like a camelion than a human.

The shifting from depressed shell, to the one of optimist is fatiguing. To say I have perfected the art of deception is an understatement. Having the semi-permanent smile etched on my face is "natural" and all enveloping.

Moods flit from high belief, in the future pathways to happiness, to the deepest trenches of pessimistic sadness. 

The family responsibilities saturate my pores and suffocate my inner hopes for my wife and I, to enjoy the quickening flight of our nether years.

How is it, that those who find it so easy to encourage the creation of responsibility for others, can feel obliged to expect greater commitment to fulfil their own lives? It is clear that such people misunderstand their demands on their parental seniors. Giving little accommodation to the strain felt, as life passes by.

I feel it critical that I release some of my anguish, to the page, if only to vent some of the frustration that I feel. Leading my beloved wife into our latter years was to be a gradual stroll to contented satisfaction and mutual enjoyment of the freedoms that only "older" life can give.

The current commitments that engulf us, are stifling our love for each other and making each day so difficult to enjoy.

Here's hoping that my next comment will indicate a bettering status and a rosier future for us?

Family Feuding?

  

Oh no, not that old chestnut? Well yes, that is the topic of the day. 

To say families never argue would be considered ignorant, or maybe naive.Yet, how is it that some families can be understanding and supportive of their counterparts and others feud at every mismanaged comment?

Maybe it is something to do with instability of the family dynamic, or could it be insecurity? I think a combination of the two. Some families find cooperation easy and they reap the fruits of that. To be understanding of "others" and to respect (yes, that word again) their elders and siblings too. 

It is so easy to lay blame on other people, in every aspect of life. The family unit provides a hornit's nest of disagreement, jealousy and spite but without these aspects of life, how would we know when life was good?

Too many times, I have seen tears of joy from the proud elder, turn into a face of disappointment and regret. For over thirty years I have "swallowed my pride" and been subservient to the greater good. What has this tactic achieved? Well for a start, I believe, that respect comes about over time. After proving your willingness to forgive (maybe not forget) and by supporting each individual negative event with calm consideration and rational action, you find respect. 

The willingness to give respect is as, if not more important than receiving it. 

Historic experiences are not always the best of teachers and the more personal and emotional these experiences are, the greater the hurt they can revoke. 

It is clear that when disagreement rises from the ranks, fears and insecurities can do their worst. Without calm, deliberate and considerate discussion there is little chance of agreement and/or closure. 

It amazes me, how easily some people

blame others for actions and comments that could clearly have been avoided. 

The smallest word can save so much agony and hurt, yet it is seldom used as often as it should. 

I have "suffered" from a distinct inability to use this word and have found bouts of depression and anxiety following me, as a result. To be honest, I have found great love and a sense of belonging too but there will always be the very slightest of suggestions, that scream out, "what if". 

All I can say, is live your life, be as happy as you can be and try to be as honest to yourself as you strive to be with others. 

What is this "smallest" word? NO.

Maybe, in my next life, I will do a better job of being me? 

Take care. 🐝💤💨 

PS: What is it they say, "a bird in the hand"? Special things happen in life. Don't always take life for granted, or those who strive to aid YOUR journey, as you may just miss out on something magical. 

BARMY BROADBAND?

This is what BT believes to be acceptable (below) as a Broadband supply. 0.5 mbps of Broadband!

This is worse than we had five years ago. 

I switched from TalkTalk because my service was rubbish. Now, with a new supplier, I was told I would receive 0.8 to 1.5mbps. 

I am sure, most of you will be rolling around, thinking that you have 15 or 25 Mbps (or more) but for me 1.5 to 3.0 Mbps would be usable. 

0.5mbps is insulting and totally inadequate. 

Any views folks??

How can we feel confident that the services, that we are entitled to, are being supplied to us?

Corporate returns are rising, public disappointment is rife, yet we are expected to continue paying for inadequate supply and inferior products. 

Is this right? We are told "by 2020 we will all see a Broadband at 25 Mbps, as an average expectation. 

Will this happen? Or, will we see more excuses?

A YEAR ON.

Well, a year on, from my last comment. I would like to say that I have been sunning myself on a beach after a massive Lottery Win. Yet, no, that is far from the actual route taken. 

Twelve months of torment, pain and uncertainty. I cannot believe the challenges that have whipped across my life and, to date, I feel numb and even shell shocked that I made it through. 

There were moments when I believed, sincerely, that I deserved the pain and torment but today I see that this is not true at all. 

People, businesses, family and friends have provided samples of ill judgement and have made my life that much more difficult. The content of these "I'll judgements" will be expanded on, in future communications. 

Needless to say, I have come through this torturous annum and survived to enforce my will. This is no threat to any of the offending individuals or corporate delinquents but a promise, a statement, that I will not submit to mischievous chatter nor will I surrender to retail blackmail and exploitation. 

The year 2016 IS going to be different, partly because I turn sixty (60), and partly because I am tired of being subservient to others. My life will become my own and it will be better. I am aware of my weaknesses and of those who would exploit my goodwill, and I need to salvage some dignity and closure for the poor decisions that have haunted me. 

Let us see what lies around the corner and let there be equality and respect. 

Bring it on.  

The Deep Well of Depression?

For the last three years I have been struggling with the torment of depression. How do you cope with depression? The answer is, when you are consumed by the overwhelming tidal wave of a drepressive state, you do not!

Feelings of helplessness and hopelessness consume your senses of what is you. Your personality is dramatically disfigured and as it morphs into something ugly and cruel, you see and feel yourself resenting those you love and care about. When this troll of dispair enters your psyche there are only two way you can go. One, you enter a deeper hell of disbelief. You see those around you as your tormentors and your feelings are equal to hate and resentment for their frail attempts to tempt you out of your sewer of grief. When all seems to be at an end and you feel that no-one has a clue about your inner turmoil, you may (if you are lucky) see a chink of hope, a way forward and some hazy sense of positivity. Your inner convictions and survival grit rises from nowhere to push aside the negative elements of your past state.

As this transformation is taking place it is critical that you believe in yourself, not anyone else, YOUR SELF. You are the one who will get yourself out of this, no matter who is "by your side" in your moment of need. Belief that you will survive and strike forward, out of the sickness that had consumed your very soul is the only drive that you need. Without this feeling, even the most skilled professional will not lift you from the dust that is your depression.

Forward is the direction that all will tempt you, yet without your own belief you have no direct hold on what is real. Unless you can raise your hand and grasp that rung, you will fall ever further into your own chasm. Self pity has no place in your depression and fear is only seen when you feel that your "behaviour" should be pleasing those around you. This is far from what is important and the truth is that you must find a balance between listening to others and having a quiet place to "hide" from the noise of their expectations. Each equally important but, each must be held fast in their own realm. To feel their fingers touching will only increase the chances of a repeated fall from your positive state of mind. 

Give yourself a pat on the back, as each day passes and you survive the rising tides of your lowered state of depression. I say, "lowered state", as I firmly believe that your never rid yourself of depression, you become more able to control its grasp on your life. Putting depression on the back burner and allowing it to simmer away, within a controlled environment is the way to go. As a smoker will be tormented by friends, on a night out to sneak a crafty fag, you will become aware of the ever presence of the simmering depression. However, you will know that you will be able to ignore its finger tips, as it feels its way into your heart and mind. It may create some trembling jitters of pain as you see it on its way but always remember you ARE in control.

Believe in yourself, believe in those you love and trust BUT always believe in YOURSELF.

Learn to recognise the chest "pain", the aches that rise from nowhere and the feelings of emotion that engulfs you and give yourself permission to leave the area of distress. People, places, what-ever, move away. Let those you care about know that you need space and you will see them when you feel more able to deal with them and the pressures that you need to deal with. Everyone else MUST wait and believe that you deserve time to yourself.

Enjoy life and dont feel you need to make excuses for your moods and/or behaviour when you are fighting off depression. You will be a better husband, wife, partner, friend etc. 

Do it. 

A sneaky peek into my past.

This last few weeks i took a trip into my past. Visiting family in Yorkshire and Sussex, from my current home in Aberdeenshire. 

What did I experience in these flashbacks to a past life?, well the initial stop in Yorkshire gave me, and the wife, a chance to recoup after the long dash along the M6, A66 and A1, through 40-50 miles of torential rain and at, almost 60 years of age, I can tell you I was knackered. Yorkshire, my home County, was inviting and the slip across the border was a little thrilling, as the younger days came flooding back.

My beautiful sister Shirl (Shirley Anne), or Annie as she prefers to be called, was her usual smiling self lifted my spirits and soon created a resting nest for us to recharge our fatigued souls.

The next day saw us flashing down the A1, M18, M1, M25 and M23, to Sussex. Here our daughters still live with their own families and we looked forward to their company.

We were to stay at our daughter Melanie's home and, after past experience, we looked forward to a restful haven for our week, or so's stay.

The next few days were quite difficult for my wife and I, as our disabilities became a hinderance to our wishes and sort to inhibit the plans that had been ours. After these delays we strengthened to appreciate the efforts that Melanie was making to lighten our limitations. So she did, and we visited tea rooms and other locations, each sparking ever greater relaxation and calming attitudes. GREAT.

As time ticked by, we began to reflect on what had been our lives in this County. Unfortunately we did not have any rekindling of the spark that had taken us into Sussex, some decades before. having said this, our daughters and our grandchildren gave us great happiness and pleasure. Hoow we enjoyed their company and the time spent there. Wonderful people and I am proud to call them my family.

Well, time waits for no man, as the saying goes, and it surely sped by for us. Soon the joy and love had to be curbed and we were at a time when we had to say goodbye, until another year. How I loved my time in Sussex and as we pulled away from Melanie, my heart felt a little jolt as its stings stretched to their breaking point. The wife's tears fell as we left the estate and on, to the North.

The run to Yorkshire, our staging point for the next four days, was much better than the journey down. Re entry into "Gods County" (YORKSHIRE) was great and I have to say that the previous days of rest had prepared me to appreciate the blessing of the return to my birthplace.

To say I was emotional would be a little exaggerated but the flush of happy thoughts flooded my innards. As we approached the nucleaus of my childhood I remembered days of laughter and running about with friends and family. The relaxing aura continued to surround my journey and the arrival to my sister's came promptly.

Another smiling face greeted our entry to her home and the warmth of the Yorkshire ethos continued.

The next day we rose to a wet and windy morning, yet the feelings continued. Visits to supermarkets and old friends followed and repeated days of relaxation and contemplation compounded my chilled state. Yesterday, Thursday, I had a slight "panic" attack as the realisation that I had the reality of a return to Aberdeenshire looming. Why? I really do not know (if I would lie to myself). However, I do know, and this is nothing at all to do with the County. Pressure on my time and knowledge has always been something that I have been happy, and more than able to deal with, however of late I have had feelings of partial loss of control of my life. Age, disability and the lack of a fulfilling past-time all joining hands to depress my mind and body. Family dismay and the inclusion of cancer, into the mix, has pressed hard down on our coping strategies.

Ideas of a return to Yorkshire are firmly fuelled and a property with 13 bedrooms seems to have our name on it. Whether this will come to fruition will depend on the return to "home" and the demands on our lives.

I am off, now, to continue the state of repose and my resolve to change my future coping strategies. Altered horizons are clearing and my commitment to seeing this change is concrete.

A toast to the future and a nip of malt to me. Here I come.........

"Jhihadi John"

When a human-being loses all grasp of the reality of comparison and humanity we are left with a "shell" of human tissue. A shell filled with hatred, fear, shame, indifference and blood-lust. 

Jhiadi John, as he has been called by "Western" media cannot claim to be fighting for freedom, nor can he suggest to all that he fights to protect Islam or Myslim belief. He is a loss sole, as are all who follow his path "to Jhiad". 

The phenomenona that is ISIS, ISIL, IS or whatever, cannot claim martyrdom for its members nor seek safe passage to their God, as their actions are inhuman, psychotic and against all that is human. 

To follow any religious path you would expect to someone to fulfil a life of "love" for their fellow "man", love for the earth and its resource and love of the value of life. 

To follow the path of blood, destruction and hatred serves only to satisfy the teachings of evil. 

These I.S. affiliates are corrupt and deluded, they seek to over-ride the "Western" governments yet they slaughter innocents who do care about other human-beings irrespective of their colour, creed or religion. We all, and I mean every human on this planet needs to realise that without compassion and empathy for our fellow humans AND the World we all live in, we are all destined to a life of misery and ultimate destruction. 

Corruption and greed, Religion and misrepresentation of that religion are all party to the pollution of the Earth. Mankind has reached the edge of the End and if they continue this self harming mantra, the future has little to offer but a terrifying fall to oblivion. 

This has to stop. Corruption is like a Cancer eating at every corner of our existence. Our, so called, leaders must show leadership rather than a weak servitude to corporate greed. Maybe then the Jhiadi Johns of this World with have no place to practice their evil.