Mind set alterations

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I question, is the gradual mind set change of myself influencing, in any way, another?

Those with the notion that we can start from scratch are not inclusive of any others that are already; living, learning, observing, growing, educating, entertaining, evolving, understanding, working, resting, and playing. Too many, too often surviving; murder of their loved ones, mind manipulating, impositions, rejections, denials, ignorance, violations and more moral and unlawful ‘wrongs’ of harmfully-set minds. Minds I observed for years, of those wanting to start from scratch, are truly unrealistically, in delusion and more often that not, enjoying the proceeds of theirs and/or their loved ones’ and fellows’ harmful ‘wrong’ doing.

I read an article shared on Twitter, called, “You can’t always start from scratch.” In my mind it was the beginning of public confirmation of that impossibility. It was something so obvious to me that I hadn’t considered the possibility of it not being obvious to others. I understand differently now. Sometimes wording that seems obvious to ourselves and assumed obvious to many others, is a wrong assumption and is important to recognise that further education, enlightenment is a necessity. Clearly it is not obvious to those continuously manipulating the continuation of encouraging the impossible ideal that it is possible to start from scratch. So glad of the ably qualified person sharing this truth, called Naomi Klein, unknown to me in any way, prior to the shared tweet. She is still unknown to me personally. I have read her article. I hope she doesn’t mind me sharing the link. She sparked a train of thoughts in my already busy, some might say hyper-active, mind. There are no clues as to how we actively start making changes from the puzzles and challenges of starting with, ‘as is’ now, in her article. Not a bad thing in the big inclusive scheme of things. In my opinion and mind, the article leaves room for inclusion of any proposals of those discovering, observing and considering such true statements.

Naomi Klein – You Can’t Always Start From Scratch

To assume that starting from scratch is a possibility, is today to encourage harmful wrongs occurring via thoughtless, aggressive, expressions, weaponry and murder as much as, other crimes and wrong doings. That ideal is, after all, an impossible to prove ideal that is usually accompanied in effort to establish it, by anger, aggression, destruction, distress, force, trauma, ‘barbarism’ and ‘wrong’ assumption. Those things happened in history and today (2020) are already established and there are a stream of ready, willing and able, promotions of those wanting to make even more harmful attempts to establish more of the same mind sets.

Those mind sets are already repeatedly, oh so loudly and traumatically proven to cause harm to other living beings. Are very wrong on a great many levels, encouraging reactions that are also wrong, no argument accepted about that. Wrong doing is, after all, wrong.

Breaking of both religious and agreed-enacted secular laws made with good reason and intent, is also ‘wrong’.

Encouraging, inspiring proper adherence to all recognised and established laws, rules and regulations made with good reason and intent, is ‘not wrong’.

Wrongs

All harmful thoughts are, by definition ‘wrong’.

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Not Wrongs

Harm less by definition is ‘not wrong.’

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Once the realisation that doing wrongs, encouraging wrongs, inciting or inspiring wrongs, and decisions to definitively, state, publicise, promote, inspire, assist, secure that, not to do wrongs is the, ‘not wrong’ best, way to continue.

We can inclusively begin, start our own self being the urgent changes. Changes necessary for all inclusive ‘not wrongs’ to begin spreading widely and so eliminating the social diseases of ‘wrong’ doing and ‘wrong’ thinking’.

That isn’t starting from scratch it is part of a beginning, as of ‘now’ in ‘as is’ state.

A beginning of mind set changes. A beginning of united compassionate, cognitive behaviour.

Encouraging, inspiring and educating, focussing on our own ‘not wrong’, reflecting about all that is ‘not wrong’ may be a set of challenges that put many off doing so.

That putting off, is apparent, actually obvious, by seeing today’s leadership and media presentation mind set standards.

However it is possible to do. In gentle manner, upon reflection we do find our own harm less and gentle manners, they lead us into more harmless excitement, more widespread harmless activities and promotions. Decreasing harmful ‘wrongs’ being done radically. We must take that responsibility for the sake of all persons from new, all the way to and including the old.

So, those among us with or building the strength of will, the sense and desire to be less harmful, now begin being that example. Utilising any of our skills to encourage, inspire, educate and purposely promote properly all that is ‘not wrong’. All need to recognise why, for the sake of harm less being widely available, it needs to be louder than ‘wrong’. Those among us not actually in mind manipulated and misled, wrong state have reached the stage where they are at liberty to make noise harmlessly.

Those among us controlling our naturally angry desire to get revenge on those who harm us or others less able. Controlling our reactive moments that inspire; insult, mockery and worse, maiming and killing of others. We, yes we, can be encouraged, celebrated loudly for such resolve, not to harm, as we resist temptation to do so in the instant harm imposes itself via others on to us. I have resisted on numerous occasions during my life time, those escaping my passed over, my resisted, thoughtful of the harm I wanted to inflict but, yes, with my inner personal experiences and so knowledge of, consequences of harm done to me and, having seen the same or worse harms done to others. I actively and some will tell you, casually or with loud misguided and misleading other angry expression such as harsh words, resisted worse ideas of instant and reactive justice, like murder. In my head the violators deserved death, they had killed so many innocences in me, far too soon and, unnecessarily. Each bringer of harm to me, may or may not be aware of the consequences I suffer then and in many ways, still suffer now, they know who they are, if they don’t I do. Big whoop…not.

Moving swiftly on….

Seeing, discovering, exploring, practicing that strength, is a matter to cognitively dwell on. It’s better to compare own self this moment with own self in a previous moment, day, year. Better than comparing self to another without substantial cloning abilities.

Let’s purposefully begin or continue, by examples, to show and teach by remaining calmly strong in our resolve to harm less, rather than seek recognition for, a not always sustainable moment of calmly harming less and less, when in company of loud, unruly, deviants with harmful intent. That takes practice, not necessarily fame. A few promoted publicly, moments of our calm brilliance does not a life change make so, why does it, so often, become harmfully life changing by fame?

In refusing such fame and continuing to purposefully harm less without famed brilliant moments distracting our aims, taking us from our paths, we example and ourselves sample at the very least, a little more of the understanding calm that is truly possible, and eventually sustainable in any company, no matter the temptation to diversify into harmful habits, harmful petty distracting point scoring. It is present in each and every person. It is of course vital to acknowledge, to recognise, to help others with management of any justified reactive anger. Important not to smother that the consequences of wrong doing exist and cause widespread as much as in situ harm, in varying degrees. Not smothering that fact, proven time and time again, keeps as a reminder in evolution terms and personally that it is proper behaviour not to cause harm.

Accusations of a another or groups others who have or are causing harm in less severe manner, not requiring law intervention, serve only to distract from our own selfs’ contribution to causing less harm. Persuasion, encouragement to look into self for understanding is a preferred method of confrontation, there are creative methods, often shown by the calm and by the comedy writer and/or performer. Those comedic people also have fun ways that release shared exasperations.

The laws we have in place are too complex, confusing, unknown and/or unmonitored, policed and adhered to. The consequences of that fact are grim. They led to the situations we find ourselves in. There is an urgent need to simplify and ensure that knowledge and adherence to all laws made by cognitive reason and harm less intent, applies. That is challenging by its self. It takes deserved attention to self behaviour and knowledge of all the actual consequences accompanying, ‘wrong’ and ‘not wrong’ behaviours.

We, who made mental note and kept close to our forefront, of calm schooling, formal or experienced, as we blundered blindly, coping as and when, with traumas of our own and those shown to us, hope to ‘harm less’ and that, becomes foremost not only in our mind set but, a mind set widespread and loud among all living beings.

We tend to initially ignore, by more enjoyable distraction, smothering, oppressing our own instant instinctive, habitual thoughts and, any desires to react, in emotional and/or emotive anger, pain or frustration and with practice, become habitual to the point of, instinctively not reacting that way but, expressing instead the desire, for time to gather our own thoughts and better methods of expressing the most purposefully harmless expressions among the cache of harmless treasures residing somewhere in all. There’s apparently, see religious book in Bible called revelations. only one evil exception, to all our own hearts and minds. How loud and influential that ‘evil one’ became, is obviously apparent, even among the secular. Changing, by discovery, recognition of that influence, is of key importance. Knowledge of mind manipulation is also key in preventing the mind of self becoming further influenced. Then we can assist those we have birthed, if it’s not too late, to do the same. Celebrating every eviction of, sourced to the ‘evil one’ influence, in our self and the ‘self’ of others who are certainly not, that ‘evil one’. When we put into perspective, our ability to find that ‘evil one’ among the billions of persons alive, we discover that we initially cannot hope nor do most of us desire to, find that ‘evil one’ in truth, we prefer instead to utilise all discoveries of our self, particularly our ability to evict all influence of that one from our self, unless of course, we are that ‘evil one’. I discovered I am not that. Though it had been implied on many occasions by several influential persons, some in authority, some religious, some secular, all seeming to desire reason to cause me harmful, often traumatic, ‘wrong’. The discovery that they had no justification to treat me with ‘wrong’ because I am not the influential ‘evil one’ but instead, just like them, I was influenced by it. The relief, the joy, added strength and encouragement to my resolve to purposefully proceed with careful recognition, definite eviction of mind manipulated ‘wrong’ from my own self, my own immediate vicinity, improving by the moment, my own, daily cognitive behaviour and, way of life. I can only hope those who have imposed, directly or indirectly, harm to me by their wrongs will discover that they are not that currently influential, ‘evil one’ either. That they recognise, acknowledge that they are influenced by it.

As I have already worded, there are many established meditation methods and apps, they are of very little cost to the purse. They school us in ways to practice mind set changes for the purpose of, ‘not wrong’ to strengthen our will for such changes. Resulting in the purposeful betterment of our self. Yes it is important to hope that others do the same but, not as important as purposefully improving our own cognitive behaviour, that which harms less. Step by step then, when we have found our strengths in ‘not wrong’ behaviour, wording and purposeful resolve, we notice we can fly through, over and above or below, any if not all challenges, creatively.

There are plenty of helpful mind set changing workshops and courses for personal attendance and fewer for virtual inclusion, that needs expanding for a start. In order to accommodate the physically disabled, those limited in their activities by involuntary, uninvited by self handicaps, like myself or, in worse condition. There’s a harmless challenge supported by laws enacted. No argument is justified, not even of financial loss to do so, from any business wanting to attract custom or client. Within reason, we seek inclusion not luxury. If any such business need sacrifice luxury to accommodate inclusion of all perspective customers and clients then, that is ‘not wrong’. Defining luxury, it is a luxury and an advantage to be in a position to open a business, no argument about that, can be justified to me and fellow disabled persons of any physical or mental disability, creed, culture, practice or skin colour.

I found so many alternatives to attendance, though my preference would have been attendance, to be included by helpful workers and business proffering helpful services but then denying access. My own chosen method of accommodating my physical inability to attend any workshops, during this transition period of moving away from the ‘wrong’ harmful exclusion of inaccessibility to such services private or publicly offered, was and is, a lot of differing, very helpful apps, cd’s and books. Books are a struggle a big problematic challenge because I have a form of dyslexia accompanying Fibromyalgia, Arthritis, Costochondritis, nerve damage, PTSD and a new problem from 2018 still being ignored by records of medics, though they’ve been shown and informed of that challenging painful condition undiagnosed but easily and obviously seen.

Apps of a helpful nature are available, for sale or for free, to all, except I’m not sure how those without hearing senses, the deaf, are accommodated. Apps for those who desire to sample a little piece or a large daily slice of calm relaxation in own self comfort, which initially is momentary then, eventually, and with a few more of those moments, months of consistent practice, builds, by each moment, into actual days, months, years of permanent, better, less harmful mind sets, leading to more assertive, stronger purposeful, harm self and others less during communications, actions and activities. Self practice may not make the entire inclusive communities of living beings perfect, it does help creative communications with most and it does contribute to bettering and maybe one day, perfecting life on this planet our home, this, struggling painfully under the burdensome weight this Earth that we are currently, inclusively, born onto and living on. We can ease the burden when we choose our self harm less motivational practises. A few even have the ‘wrong’ audacity to claim that they have been selected to lead by majorities, when in fact they are only selected by a small margin majority of those voting, which sadly does not represent fairly or cognitively the true majority at all. Instead they currently represent those who desire, ‘start all from scratch’ but only in their exclusive way,by their exclusive methods, securing their positions with weapons and other harms. Putting burdens on those voting against and those not given a vote as much as, those noticing the vote options have no choices they can truly feel has any meaningful options, they can truly admit to their self, is enough to put their mark by, in order to favourably be represented by representatives claiming they will represent them. I note today, none, claiming publicly, to represent another, is claiming to represent them favourably. Is that a devious get out clause? In the UK this has caused divide, unrest, anger and exasperation’s. All of extreme difficulty for any to self manage but, many do, often by denying, ignoring harms done already and being done or being planned. None it would seem, in large enough number, has the knowledge of how to change the system. This in turn, causes much harm and no one self takes responsibility to change their authoritative position. Those positions have become too lucrative, not inspiring a cessation of any wrongs. Rather, encouraging continuation of them. This can and has been proven too, to on numerous occasions in history, and currently. It is obviously apparent to any cognitive person. Apparent by their words and more importantly their lack of harmless deeds. Any inspiration to do harmless deeds is not apparent from them. They seem to have self interest in their own mind set, rather than an interest in organising for the betterment of the actual majority, all of whom are truly having a lifetime. Instead those claiming the seats of responsible authoritative governing position, blithely continue claiming they represent majority but, they represent so few, they seem only to serve their own and their fellows’ interest, any view to the contrary can be justified by the majority of harmless actions resulting from their claims. Those few people among lawfully registered voters, loudly if not larger in number, claiming a majority for people, aren’t actually or acutely aware or truly sure of how or why they’re truly represented. At least they haven’t proven or justified their harmful noises themselves, publicly, quite the opposite from where I observe and witness or experience. They settle for the ignorance of maybe they will, maybe they won’t but, the other options don’t…so…immoral permission for harm to continue is given, without surety of definitive action to do self and others voting for them, no harm. The marginal or even overwhelming, majority of votes of those deciding in lethargic ignorance, to choose to make their mark and get this interference from self, flow of life. The marks from the options available to voters, in fact are a minority of the population, with ‘wrong’, with large, often ignorantly lethargic and very loud but few in number, while viewing the actual number, each of that larger number, adversely, more often than not, affected by the results of the vote.

I wasn’t put off my main quest of purpose, though my progress was slowed by several interruptions, not only my, formally diagnosed ill health symptoms or directives, orders to manage them myself though that isn’t possible. Also not of self interruptions, denials, impossible to accept directives and exclusions contributing to ‘wrongs’ all imposed themselves on my character, without my informed consent. I couldn’t deny my own desires to purposefully cause less harm to myself and to others. The oppressive, unhealthy directives were too numerous and quick to be imposed for me to cognitively comply. There were also, exclusions and ‘wrongs’ that I couldn’t, in respectful recognition of my own, friendly, cheerful souls’ consciousness, relate to or deal with cognitively. I was and still am in the process of, purposefully changing my mind set, my life and those I cognitively choose to spend an time with. Some I am forced to spend time with because my physical needs are being met by local council. I have to trust, the trust hat council,puts in those sent to meet my physical car needs. That is not always possible, or manageable. However, cognitive behaviour methods bring me more and more assertive management skills.

I am constantly aware that I am able to strengthen my will and make my new mind set and stronger purpose into a ‘not to ‘wrong’’ any of each individual I come into contact with, to keep my new mind setting within cheerful, friendly bounds of my soul and eventually it will be permanent permanent. Freeing me to create more. Perhaps even contribute to society by means of creative thinking accompanying cognitive thought. Also some of the apps I purchased are still of help during any personal emergent need. Apps accommodating that portion of my physical and mental health needs that require home visits, beautifully. I bought a few from different presenters. The ones of my personal preference are, of a the able and formally qualified Glenn Harrold. There are plenty of others, able and formally qualified, each may suit any individual taste. Finding helpful tips and methods in book stores and in app stores that assist us in the beginning of the recognition and then practice, of new habits. All accommodating my purposeful desire to better myself with more harmless to self and others, mind settings. Also the building of harmless strength of will and of purpose. To be creative daily is my aim. I’m not sure whether or not I care about the approval or liking of my creative efforts because as long as I do them, I am part of them, harmless creativity despite disability, satisfies me. Self satisfied in that area has not diminished my desire to seek harmless satisfaction elsewhere, of and from myself and others. I very much enjoy company that is harmlessly creative and friendly, occasionally,mostly, in brief because pain prevents true communication and expression of me during true communication of others to me.

Those expecting cognitive behaviour from me had better be able to deliver cognitive behaviour to me. Especially those paid to do so. The consequence of them not doing so shall be removal,of any cognitive respect from my self to them and any they contract and send to dutifully by law, provide the needs they know or are willing to discover that I have them, I cannot, with physical pain, always communicate them accurately. Paid professions must prove themselves worthy of their title, they expect instead, mor often than not, me to respect their titles which is belied by their harm incurring behaviour. Surely to lessen harm patients are already suffering, hence the initial need for their employ . Though I am truly grateful to all those who cognitively help me with any or all my actual physical and mental health needs, I cannot nor do I desire to, find gratitude for those using their paid positions to, with personal taste and discrimination, withhold professional help and support from some of us, cause harm to myself and others, directly or indirectly, with deliberate or indifferent neglect.

I never have nor will I ever agree to, respect or condone those types of professionals who actually exist, are contracted to practice in my locality. Too many of them have taken and do take advantage of the ill, of any who are in fact, classed as being among, ‘the vulnerable’ of our society. So called authenticated professionals, with declared varying skills, have chosen not to accommodate our needs. Instead they have chosen to profit and take advantage of our vulnerabilities and to hide behind their paid positions of claimed professionalism as yet, not delivered, for recognition as should be, by duty of care laws enacted many years ago, in claimed and paid for authenticity.

What others choose to do about that is slow in the doing. Many choosing a defensive approach declaring disbelief, most because they do not like picturing how the harmful truth of the matter affected/affects, one they care for and even love.

Let me suggest it is time to, ‘sort self’s out’ or stop declaring that love or care, about or for a person, is in said ‘self’. Stop implying that self would help other harmed self out of helpless situations. Stop adding harm to the harmed because self doesn’t like that they are indeed harmed and are choosing to live in denial. That mind set is harmful and it is ‘wrong’. It aids continuation of harm being done by charlatans posing as professionals because they have certificates of qualifications and word their behaviour in such manner that their patients or clients seem ‘wrong’ when the opposite is true. De ‘harm’ self’s, all, before uttering another word, implying another implication of support in the fields of care or love. Until such time as self is actually equipped to help.

When in paid positions, authenticated by whatever authority, ensure your own ‘self is not only equipped to do that work but also willing to do so with good grace and applied decent work ethics. There is no space in these days of incompetence and advantage taking for for incompetence and advantage taking for ‘wrongful’ monetary gain for ‘self’. Doing things the ‘not wrong’ way leads to better practice, better understandings and be helped vulnerable persons, as is properly paid for already but, not yet properly delivered.

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Surely the loads of disturbing incidents and encounters, has and does motivate me to improve my own self and distance myself from that type of harmful company. Choosing not to take part in the burdening of ‘wrong’ on self or others experiencing life, including the planet. That is often a problematic challenge for me, breaking old mind set habits is a lifetime activity as new ‘wrong’ mind sets are presented, proposed, imposed even, on me. It’s not easy at all, is often exasperating, considering all else that I need to manage and is of but, not for, myself.

I prefer of professionals of the efficiently authentic kind, cognitive, considerate helpers, supporters and motivators, truth be told, especially from those paid much money, given many benefits, taking ‘wrong’ advantage of their own paid positions, where there are practical things to do or, to organise the doing of any of those.

Those volunteering their time freely, to help me, or others in need of concerned consideration, accounts of their whatever, horrific as they may sound, were and and are truthful. The questions I would initially ask of those wishing they could help is, “Are you truly able to accept my/other truthful accounts and help me/them?” and, “Having accepted my/our account as truthful, though hard to digest, are you now equipped to help?”.

Burdens, we can all contribute to lessening..should we choose wisely and truly..so that balance is continuously, sustainably restored for the continuation of the evolution of harmlessness for all life forms to experience and hopefully, to enjoy.

Educating, inspiring, harmlessly challenging, can be, I find is, exciting. Makes me shake with excitement at times, truth be told. Without relaxation from excitement life is not just harmful it is dangerously so. Would be ‘wrong’. I have chosen a path of doing less harm but I do enjoy a few excited feelings. I don’t crave or pursue excitement, never really have but excitement finds me, sometimes it floods in and overwhelms me. I recover, smiling inwardly as well as outwardly and then get on with stuff.

By the way, ‘not wrong’ just in case any one of us persons, is still in doubt about own selfs’ contribution to the ‘no harm’ cause by doing at least, one harmless thing at a time and embracing that new habit. It does indeed reduce and in some situations ceases not only our ‘wrong’ but, the ‘wrong’ of a harmful mindset of another. That, one, ‘not wrongs beginning and inspiring other such behaviours, is by itself, a strong act of quality and so, of value.

As we are in a position of situations, traumatically harmful, happening now, if not to our selfs’ to others, we need to consider our parts, individually and collaboratively. Our part in the reduction of all ‘wrong’ can be a contribution to that reduction as soon as we recognise the importance of our own responsibility to check our self before checking another, we are free to influence by individually recognisable, noticeable acts of changing our self to beings of a much less harmful nature.

Always room for improvement is a recognisable place to begin improvements.

Have I improved a situation caused by harm or by harmful disease? Is a recognisable question that assists mind set changes.

Our parts in better evolvement of self, of people, is possible when harmless is applied more commonly.

I have begun to do so more purposefully. I have a lot to sieve through, my own causing of harm and, harm caused to me by others.

I am on a daily basis doing so. I manage my own errors as soon as I recognise them. I am usually in the process of observing my own behaviour and that of others, among other brain activities.

My own instinctive, reactive desire to punch other persons lights out in instant reaction to their harmful wrongs done. Those harmful ‘wrongs’ that directly or indirectly affect me. I am amazed at my strength of will , my mind control, in the past before any helpful to the cause advice, and even now, the ability to refrain from holding onto or acting on such thoughts, ideas of killing certain offenders, violators of my body and my mind…amazed at my ability to grain from causing them to cease being alive because I do not appreciate the harm they cause at all. Not a glimmer of relating to their harmful mind sets do I find in my mind set. No, acting on those deadly or other harmful thoughts is rarely entertained and when it does stick I can usually water it down until least harm said or done. I do not appreciate any who feel they have lawful permission to disturb my own purposefully, harming less as I learn and discover new understandings, my own creative thinking, life. I do manage not to satisfy my reactive desires. That has caused cost and harm to others before I achieved ability to think on, I did cause harm that I have carried shame for, not deadly, but truly emotional for all concerned. I may or may not be forgiven by those adversely affected by my life, my company, thing is, I have forgiven myself and ceased thoughtless behaviour in favour of cognitive behaviour. It is an evolving skill.

It isn’t easy but breaking any wrong, harmful habits to and of self and/or others, never is.

It is challenging our harmless abilities. That my friends, takes a great deal of strength of purpose and will as much as of mind and, proves that we have a different type of courage to those types historically and currently being promoted who blatantly do and promote harm.

A different type of selfish and selfless courage and purpose emerges. Take a look at the life, the people and times surrounding, Mahatma Gandhi. He was a master of ‘harm less’ courage and strength.

Courage and strength is necessary to build upon knowledge shared by the experienced, in order to gradually or suddenly, stop our parts in the harmful contributions to our selfs, to others and to the planet, having arrived or yet to arrive, by birth or by any other means. To stop the harm is the interesting and somewhat overwhelming task of importance, above all other tasks that need our attention and will assist us in performing all our own tasks.

Whether or not our direct and our indirect relatives and friends do so. Strength and courage to control our words, thoughts, emotions and actions comes at a cost to our selfs and some times at cost to those directly and indirectly related and/or effected or influenced by us. I hope those other selfs have the strengths, means, courage and ability to understand that there are costs of changes for betterment and progress, during changes from harm very much to harm very much less.

Prior to my own costs, I had no idea costs would cause my self and the self of others, so much pain and so many tears.

Those who would harm, at least to at most, have plenty of examples and ideas of the costs accompanying harm. Look at history, include the traumatic, the barbaric, then look at recent and today’s news, watchful for traumatic, the barbaric,

Understand. At least begin to understand that the pathways to traumatic and barbaric are very broad, crowded and trodden a great deal. The costs of continuing along those paths are way too high, far too traumatic. Soon to be obliterated..according to this broad pathway of destruction, weaponry dealers and pushers are leading others onto. According too, to the broad pathway those of religious statements, not deeds, are also leading. Those baffle me because in Christian faith it was written that God can and has changed mind set when enough pray for change. So …? Whatever, I have chosen to cut through and develop my own narrow path with very broad often spectacular challenges and views.

The harm less aim, narrow, less trodden, is to prevent further harm to self and to persons born and/or being born into harmful, traumatically or other degrees of harm that, are not always possible to shrug off, wrong doings. By expecting those born, to accept those ways without argument or evolvement of other ways less harmful is a wrong in its self. I did that myself, that was a habit I was born into and questioned but then later imposed other harmful by imposing my own wrong habits and by being in communities imposing harmful habits.

I gave birth in the belief that because I wasn’t imposing the wrong habits of those harmful immediate situations I was born into, my child would not be as harmed. My child wasn’t harmed as I was, instead, my child was harmed differently by the habitual denials or lack of recognition about what is harmful to myself or my child and the habitual denials or, lack of recognition of what is actually harmful, of many others. The shame of that hangs around like a bad smell, it is not mine alone to deal with and repair or replace mind sets. My child has harmed the children born to my child in differing ways to the harm done in the communities I and my growing child were in. And so it continues among many families and communities .. do we want that?

No! Surely not!

During my time, starting with my birth in the middle of 1955, habitual, wrong situations in families, communities, societies and states, were widespread and wrongfully accepted without question. It was a complex time indeed. And yes, we are actually facing yet more complexities and wrongs these days.

The difference for me now is that I am an adult who appeared in the horror story of the mid 1900’s when no support was inspired, offered or purposed properly in order to break wrong doing habits. The wrong then, had got so accepted that one man and his recruited band of followers tried to force starting from scratch with his ideals. His name was Hitler. My parents and their parents, those opposing his brutal and deadly ideals fought a massive war to prevent his progress. This involved other continents with differing complex differences blown out of reason, joining the deadly and destructive affray. Ending with the use of deadly nuclear weaponry that killed harmless minded folk alongside the harmful minded folk.

It did nothing to set in most minds that, changes about belief that starting from scratch is possible without affecting those who want that.

Starting from scratch is impossible for any given the differing ways of the differing populations. Believing that starting from scratch doesn’t involve mass, thoughtless destruction, affects every living being adversely. No argument presenting the wrong is proper. Not having a wrong mindset is the better aim, doesn’t involve mass destruction either. Once achieved that influence can be shared widely and consequently, eventually evolves into nurturing properly, lovingly, definitively. Those who gain are numerous if not personally known to us.

In the evolving interests of ‘not wrong’ surely that encourages us all to be evolving for betterment of experiences gained by self and others.

Evolving

There are many avenues making this possible. They may not be famously known or broadly used but they are plentiful, interlinking narrow pathways of broad views of ‘not wrong’ actualities and possibilities, in a most friendly manner. It is true that the louder, more famed wrong doers, in their own narrow minded, on their ‘broad path’ ways, are opposing, annihilating even, any on those narrow paths that they see as a threat to their current, narrow views of, only the wrong ways done are possible habits to continue, denying that wrong is indeed wrong. Promoting it as the only way to get anywhere, of religious or secular worth. Those with mind sets of destructive and deadly content tend to agree, encourage and purposefully promote the broad, well trodden path ways of harmful ‘wrong’.

They believe they can continue their way without disruption, not noticing or wanting the habits of the narrow routes, broader mind sets creating, enjoying and even cutting narrow pathways to avoid such terrors as wrong habits incur.

Ways even to encourage them other wise.

To evolve in hopes of bettering life on the Earth is challenging and very rewarding in little ways that stack up. We simply need to accept the often difficult challenges of discovering those other harmless wisdoms and share directions to them harmlessly. Accept rather than internally argue for sake of harmful peace.

No, it is not easy but then those seeking challenge are usually equipped to handle such and can often readily be found in creativity.

Seeking to find our own creativity, it surely does exist without exception, in many variants, differing genres. Our very own methods of encouragement,inspiration too. We tend to oppose abuse by denying it’s effect. This will, most often, result in dissolution of the desire to adversely affect our own self purpose ad strength of will, individually and eventually communally.

During evolvement, the desire to harmlessly affect eventually has an effect that is preferable to those among us seeking friendly calm, enjoyable commitments, communications, educations and better, extensive understandings that eradicate harm and wrong doings.

All it takes is better time management, organisation and use, the exploration to discover treasures of ‘not wrong’ which are as the population is, plenty. Found first in ourselves .. as of .. now.

Our own focussed reflections in established situations, wrong or not wrong…one can use times that have become for most, automatic, harmless habit. The moments like waking, dressing, cleaning of teeth, making of breakfast, bed, washing of dishes and selves, walking, the waking, dressing, breakfast making etc. for others too, or while others are doing things for us, less physically able.

Organise the travelling of the mind during automatic tasks, to create *concern from *worry (about any unsettling or disturbing matter) then, on via our own mind, into better more harmless, purposefully productive moments of reflection with, any aid necessary. Challenging our selves to better behaviours of no harm involves conscious acknowledgment, recognition of observed or experienced knowledge of behaviours that cause harm. Our own and those of others.

Cognition-reflect upon that word, I have, several times since I first heard it years ago, and recently used in conversation with therapists attempting to help me with managing anxiety, depression and all that triggers those. I am aware now that probabilities of harmless cognitive behaviour are possible. They are certainly, if dormant currently, in others as much as self. Applied or not,hey’re there waiting to be applied no matter what society situation we find ourselves in or whatever social situation we purposely take ourselves in to.

* Concern-Controlled, prioritised recognition of an unsettling issue in manageable focus.

*Worry-Uncontrolled, un prioritised, recognition of an unsettling issue in magnified focus.

Collaborative, reflective questions-perhaps to be asked by each of us inclusively, now

What do we habitually do that causes any other living being, harm?

Are we behaving automatically in habitual learned state of automatic denial of the harms we cause. Are we living habitually or cognitively?

(Clothing currently causes mass pollution, which results in disease and death and all the feelings that accompany disease and death. The over production of too many clothes, too much meat and grain foods is currently causing unnecessary harm, destroying forests and distressing animals. The announcements of, ‘too much waste’ in both clothing and foods, surely informs us that there is too much production, too much buying of that which is produced. The use of pollutants in our habitual daily life is burdening the Earth in wrongful manner.

How can we change this individually, collaboratively and communally in unity to realistically meet needs by harmless production of both necessary clothing and necessary production of all food by farming? By the gentle method of breaking harmful habits, too often automatic, without thought, or mindful, purpose full time out from.

Does the established mass farming truly need to continue? Do we truly need to buy things wrapped in pollutants?)

Reflect, do not allow guilt to distract you from constructive, purposeful improvements harmless to self and others. We are not often acutely aware that we all exist at this time, with liked or not, thoughts.

Keep purposely asking of self only, do I truly need that thing, that like?

Do I consciously and purposefully contribute to this stage of Earths’ evolution harmlessly?

Am I fully knowledgable about all harms I cause directly or indirectly?

Are my words and my own actions fully expressing my harmless intent or do they continue contributing to the habitual excuses for harm?

Ask self-ask self-ask self.

Think creatively with humility, as many have already been doing. Encourage this train of thought, ‘to produce practicable, purposeful methodology that will probably, perhaps not definitively appeal to at least one other’. In hope that, eventually, most and then, all begin to change and enjoy the changes, or make light and fun of own mistakes. Unlikely to happen overnight but that doesn’t stop me purposefully willing it to happen to and for all eventually. Not only harmless thought but any act that is selflessness, harmless, after self has been duly broken of harmful habits in word and deed contributes to the beginning of all acts and deeds being harmless, spreads like a cure for the social disease of mindlessly causing harm to self and others.

Inspiring excitement of a pleasantly acceptable and harmless nature.

Challenging the very best of our own harmless practises in our very own minds.

How do we change our own harmful wrong doing?

How shall society evolve from most harm into least harm?

We begin by aiming purposefully our self into doing no wrongs. That is how.

It is not going to be universally done fast, unless we all change our individual habits at the same time, in the same instant. That would indeed be of miraculous origin.

Looking to the children to better things is a wrong look. We must our selves change in order to be example that change is possible even in adversity.

It is by no means easy but, it can be an exciting, if not always enjoyable, challenge of discovery of self content, weaknesses and strengths, self contribution.

Ask self, “kindly build on my harmless strengths and forgive my harmful weaknesses as I change from doing harm to being my most possible, highest form of harmless. Focus on recognising both at the same time, in the same reflective moments. This is truly necessary in order to confront our own wrong doings and change to not wrong.

When we do so in ‘proper’ manner we are flowing, if over bumpy ground, at times. We might experience bruising, we probably need to. After all we have all contributed to more than the bruising of our most wonderfully giving host this planet Earth and all she freely provides for us all. There are no Earth sourced lists with named persons saying who she favours. Heavenly sourced lists are in question too, due to the killing wrongs done and being done. No doubt she will have her vengeance and I personally have no doubt Heaven shall have vengeance too.

Thing is, as of this moment we have now to improve our self and the life of our earth.

Let us watch and note, witness who favours the considered for sake of

We have all, without exception caused some living being, plant, animal, insect, sea creature, person on this Earth somewhere, some harm, to deny that is to live in delusion and to express illusion.

The as yet, undefined to all in obvious enough manner to inspire cessation of harm extent and the consequences of harm varies. Whatever the opinion, the view, variant, harm causing, is definitely wrong in any mindfully considered thought.

Causing harm deliberately is of a mind that has been manipulated to do so, original source unknown. To assist changes of mind/s and will/s that are set to harm self and/or others, cognitive support shall be needed, hopefully provided in secure way, when necessary to prevent any further, ‘worst harm’.

Evolving

To evolve ourselves from wrong to not wrong is, in itself merely part of evolutionary process and occurrence. Perhaps merely a tiny dot in existence, but, when looked at as our own, our responsibility to behaviour that is not wrong, we educate ourselves. We do not emulate or support the wrongs of others, no matter their famed, wrongful achievements. Famed achievements have already caused much harm on many levels. Fame in its self is not necessarily harmful. It is of use to promote the harmless. The harmlessly entertaining. To show the wrong in harm causing. It has been abused, sometimes unwittingly used to,promote selves of a harmful if of lesser harms, nature. True to say, any harm caused, is wrong. Sometimes when promoting, exposing harm it has been oppressed that the harm caused was wrong. Left to assumption that the harm was obvious and that how to stop that harm is not possible for those choosing not to cause it. There needs to be more cognitive behaviour among those promoting and seeking fame. As well as those exposing harm in their ‘famous’ advantages..

Life can be an exciting journey. It often includes our own part in our own frightening, often painful but survivable, horror story. It is non the less our own living story. Our own harmlessly playful story? When we change our mindset from wrong to not wrong. When we begin evolving, we don’t often notice how many little changes we are making due to bettering the frequency of our own ‘not wrong’s. We often deny ourselves that glory. It is glory, personal glory, often voluntarily ignored by ourselves in favour of the suggested glory to be found in fiction, in films, that of ‘two wrongs’ not making any rights in the famed societies imposed upon ours. That comes into our living rooms and suggests we are worthless while they pursue fame to give themselves justification of some sort or another, alien to me as a matter of fact. I choose to watch such on my living room box or computerised items in search of amusement or entertainment…rarely found. I do not find the so labelled ‘reality shows’ in any way entertaining. In my opinion they are merely auditions for other shows that, are simpleminded tools of the wrong doing delusional illusion pushers. Nothing inspirational, encouraging not wrong that I’ve seen. Nothing of note at all…yet.

To evolve the widely seen entertainment industries, to begin changing those shall be a challenge not of simple minded origin. Fringe entertainment industries are sadly not accessible for all. So they have created exclusivity. Hindering their contribution to change. Exclusive is wrong because it is not inclusive. The challenge is to find entertaining qualities in entertainers who are encouraging and/or inspiring not wrong and sharing that in easy to access places. Now there’s a challenge. Too difficult? No, only to those promoting wrong, those not yet acknowledging their ability to evolve and influence others to evolve harmlessly.

One wrong habit that I challenge is, approaching another with friendly words or signals when intent is harmful, in my mind, that is devious behaviour, deviousness is wrong. However, I have often countered the devious with cunning. Cunning I discovered and achieved upon reflection after experiencing the harmful deviousness of many others. Do not enter into deviousness believing self is teaching another harmless cunning. Self do not. Self teach them they shall need cunning.

You do not teach them anything but your deviously harmful intent or deed.

To smile at another with violation as intent, is as harmfully wrong as violation.

Best check selves for any devious, harmful or violation in own mind content, whether by own desire or the experience forced on self by another, the desire to harm, before even looking at another with intent to communicate or befriend.

Clear out harmful clutter of self first, note where you have spread/shared that harm, in any variant, before expecting the harmful clutter of other minds be cleared.

Know true abilities of ‘not wrong’ self, clutter of mind can be harmful not only to self but to one or, more than one, other. Are they close, by initial love, by adoption, befriending or blood-related or other ways connected, to life of self?

Shall they notice the evolvement of self? They might not like the example of harmful habit breaking but they shall observe it. How they react depends on their own evolvement from harm into harmless.

Do we all now begin to better understand such is truly possible and eventually probable, for the sake of continuous and flowing-well evolution, instead of actual un-conscious and/or deliberate destruction, in any name for any cause? Be aware of where thoughts are being manipulated. There are persons living among us whose minds are certainly and often definitively set, very firmly in ‘wrong’ mode.

They need encouraging into ‘not wrong’ mind sets. Encouraging with inspirational careful cognition that is more effective for better changes than, forcing that change via any degree of reactive anger. Many angry reactions though they are often justified, they are still of ‘wrong’ mind set.

Reflections…

Cognitive….

Compassionate…

Consideration leading to better widespread examples of knowledgable understandings not, argument or instant reaction, is necessary from this moment onwards to each selfs’ proper place in the harmless evolution of all persons as a sustainable life form among other life forms for and on this spectacularly complex and yet oh so beautifully simple planet, Earth.

Love is a genuine key.

How to love properly is not as obvious to all as is necessary for bettering our harmless activity’s.

I set a question for bettering personal and widespread cognition;

“How is love expected to be harmlessly learned about and then applied in proper

and harmless manner?”

I ask this so that we may begin learning how to love properly rather than only feel love and impose improper love of on any. Thereby protecting many and most importantly protecting those recently born and others that follow, from causing or being caused actual bodily or emotional harm. So they may march happily and less harmfully forwards in their own part in the evolution of their own and, that of their fellows, life’s.

Reflect, discuss, educate, encourage, inspire to make whatever ‘will’ necessary for better effective affecting expressions of harmless selfs’ we have time while we live and breathe…yes we do.

So let each of us, by our own self, motivate our own self and, others among us;

Reflect, discuss, educate, encourage, inspire, understand, gain and retain, strength and be courage building. While driven by harming less, learning to make of self whatever ‘will’ necessary for better effective, affecting expressions of harmless selfs’ necessary for ‘harmless’ sakes.

We have plenty of ‘self mind’ discovery time while we live and breathe…yes we do.

Change is happening now.

From harm to harm less to not much harm at all then evolving into no harm at all, not rushing, in order not to miss one scrap of harm our self causes or feels. Creatively evading harms. Creatively inspiring no harms, not wrongs.

Evolution dictates we change or we be destroyed.

As humans, most of us, sadly not all, living today, whatever our origin, in our hearts, may be not yet, in our conscious minds, have the will whether or not yet built the strength, to make necessary harmless behaviour in order to purposefully, create better harmless evolution.

The argument that it is not possible doesn’t withstand justification as, only the harmful has been given time to, unhappily, quietly devious or loudly barbaric, evolve.

It is time for the harmless whether quietly cunning or noisily experienced, in sight and soundly grounded, of the harmless. For happier widespread times in historical records of the future of persons being thought of and those being born now.

Changing our mind sets to strengthen and accommodate our will to initially, purposefully create or cause as much harmless as we, our own self’s, are able by, quiet cunning or noisy experience. Then onward to discover, by uncovering, much more that is harmless and sharing that in loud celebrations.

Time for history to begin the first page of the second chapter of purposeful harmless actions and activities. Beyond the reading of how to be harmless, past that post and into the wonder of doing harmless. Somewhat challenging as many have not even read and digested fully, the ‘how to’ chapters yet. Many are still in the misplaced, misleading mindsets of naively, some ignorantly, causing harm.

Hey ho, various challenges are what we face most days.

One of my personal, traumatised aims is to be able to overcome anxiety and depression triggers at all times as much as to do much less harm in cognitive manner. I am hoping that those paid to assist and support understand and do their chosen works.

You?

Carry on *number one. Make it so.

Any words that are new or not understood by self can be easy found in alphabetical order in The Oxford English Dictionary.

*In my opinion, as a practising, evolving, cognitive person of altruist beliefs, we are all number one’s, without exception. Each has at least one harmless to self and one harmless to others, thought or action, most, including myself, have many of both those, perhaps undiscovered yet, evolving as harmless, creative thoughts in several different areas and small and in large fields, containing river and lake, all of great importance, if not great in size, to harmless evolution.

I now heartily suggest you hear my all time favourite song, a song that expresses my own feelings of and for various true loves in beautifully harmonious presentation. Yes.

Ain’t it Nice in Here

For your consideration…your reflection

What is expected of family?

How can family members contribute to community where their family heads of household exclude local community, deny local community, misuse local community?

What hope for distant communities when close communities are ill considered and treated harmfully?

How does each family member adapt to their own family and any local community, any society that they are born into and/or living among? How to do so with contributory, considerate and helpful actions, ideas and support as their intent? How to question respectfully and be considered seriously, the continuation of any wrongs to themselves or others?

Surely when born in the position of such huge populations that is apparent, (2020), the contribution expected of family members, both in family and in community needs to be, at the very least, discussed with each, existing and when developed the new, family member, in each family and every community and society, with respect to all harmless and mindfully considerate contribution.

Too many are born with their lives not free for them to live as they harmlessly choose. That, when they develop themselves with little or no recognition and, have no guidance of proper grounding but are left to find it for themselves. Some are not even aware it exists so how can they find it? Often such guidance is so hard to find, many get swallowed up, in the widespread social disease of, ‘causing harm and harmfully impose pretence that it’s not caused nor is it happening’.

Often established guidance or expectations have no living source but, enforces unquestioning acceptance, only the harmful, misleading values and ideals of the heads of households, heads of communities and of societies and State, also established without hearing reasonable question, often established with questionable and harmful values.

Inherited denial of celebrating and proper recognition of harmless to evolve more comfortably into the harmless best behaviours, denies admiral aim.

Best harmless behaviours are far more challenging, require much more strength than the harmfulness of established ways and situations.

Denying harmless values is not only a mistake, it is very wrong and encourages harm. It is also extremely questionable.

Being born human, with reasoning capacity, we naturally and oh so obviously have questions. We have and are often denied the opportunities to establish our own harmless values. We are very often harmed in the process of accepting harmful values and denied our harmless values as being true in nature. Sometimes being a person with the capability of reason means denying our natural instincts. However denying harmless in favour of harmful is not reasonable by any stretch of the minds journeying among its own thoughts and desires.

Questions of a reasonable nature, left unanswered, silenced and or punished in many different, harmful ways for having, results in; confusion, Stockholm syndrome and unrest. Lack of harmless guidance is in actual fact, as I breathe, live and observe myself and others, proven to cause death. Death of harmlessness, resulting in actual deaths of actual persons. Awful results.

When creating, growing a family member, surely identification of their harmless discoveries, questions, developments found in their personality as much as their physical abilities, needs to be accommodated. Ensuring that parents and other family members are not only equipped to give that support but are willing and able to provide emotional support for each family and or community member. If not established currently, now is the right time to begin establishing it. Best not deny such harmless encouragement due to harmful minded, grand-parental, parental, sibling and other family members and indeed, community and so larger society who need or want to expand, by birthing more members before discovering personality’s and abilities of all the already existing established members.

The lessons of harmless, considered, proper contribution to community, family and individual behaviours, the words and intent of those, need to be learnt and applied fully, without the apparent rush to get otherwise.

The fact that all human beings are born with differing brain and mind management abilities, ranging from very little to a great deal is often overlooked in a rush, driven by desire or chemical need, to expand numbers of family, community and/or society members. People of any age, with less abilities in those areas, are currently often denied the support they need, in family, community and society, yet they tend to have creative and other abilities of admirable content that would contribute to both family and community.

This surely needs addressing with less harm being done to them.

Those with limited physical abilities who have been ejected from families, though born of them, put into community establishments or areas and there, often abused, often denied personality expression, even though their personalities are not of a harmful nature. Many times thoughtlessly thrown into and forced to live among harmful often wrongfully brutal other persons.

These society, community and family issues need addressing. Many distressed characters are being denied support in favour of harmful overbearing personalities, often to point of discourteous, disrespectful bullying and imposed, without due emotional control guidance. Limiting proper development and resulting in growth of persons, families, communities and societies in unfavourable manner.

Surely this needs due time for discussion, not petty squabbles or argument. Only those with free and emotional control can assist the reduction of loud, insulting arguments by applying their ability to control their emotions, denying insults, mockery and those petty types of comments too often presented in reaction to wise and reasoned knowledge and/or observations.

The creatives can share their ideas and or creations with the emotionally controlled to suggest and request proper presentation of proposals worded accordingly. Time used in this manner is the proper way to help and encourage establishments of harmless families, communities and so, societies.

There needs to be less desire to mock-insult-ridicule, to deny or to bully those without the ability to physically defend their selves. Especially to encourage inspirational creativity while discouraging wrongs, harmful, copied or inherited behaviours which establishments today seem happy to ignore or develop.

Any types of mocking-insulting, often loud denial of the sense of others and, bullying behaviour is unacceptable to any with fair, harmless, properly considered and reasoned points of view.

This all surely needs to be considered honestly as much as accepted as important in all discussions when desiring or needing to expand families, communities and societies of any worth to the Earth that is desperately struggling under the weight of supporting all life.

Unproductive to talk of or indeed expect as a right, the generalised statements of ‘quality of life’ when values vary so enormously and many are questioning in imposed silence. Imposed silencing of reasonable questions results in much unrest, anger and denial of freedom to be and/or encourage all things harmless.

Perhaps, your choice of course, encourage instead, discussions from answers to the question, ‘what specifics do you believe all persons born any where, in any condition, should already be established and known as given considerately by family and/or community and/or society for life, as well as at the beginning of each and every human life?’

Also maybe question, ‘what advantages are truly harmless and realistically fair in any family, community, society and/or State?’

Reflection.

Pulling self together

“Pull yourself together” “Sort yourself out” and “Get it together” “Sort it out”

Four statements that drove me on. Stuck themselves firmly in my brain. Were louder than all other ‘instructions’.

Complicated a great deal for me, by a great many others.

Alongside those three statements was the obvious fact that, pulling myself together was easy but, only possible when others did not push, punch, shatter, slap and/or smash me apart. Thing is, others did ‘apart’ me in many of the several ways mentioned and more besides.🤔-reflect.

Upon reflection, sorting myself out was possible but made more time consuming when others did not keep messing me up while I was trying to pull myself together. The physical handicaps that disabled me and still do, were and are cumbersome, more than challenging by themselves never mind the bigger expectations that being alive in England, from 1955 to now enforce.

I appeared to be expected to do more than those demanding of me. Being ridiculed because of my handicaps or failures to ‘comply’ opposed pulling myself together and sorting myself out.

As for sorting ‘it’ out and getting ‘it’ together…by now you’ll know my definition of it=Infinite truth and in upper casing has even bigger meaning. So….

I also add here the need in my heart, ‘to love’, added a known condition called ‘Stockholm syndrome’ to the list of my handicaps. That was the only handicap I was not conscious of until recently, ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ that, I recognised in others but not myself. My life continued, I did my best. Love was my drive. Still is. Now my own hearts’ love is better reasoned by me, no other dictates what or who I love.

The responsibility for everything, seemed to be falling on my shoulders, both in upper casing and lower casing. Both whispered through gritted teeth and shouted aloud, differing implication, as much as tones and implications in between.

Why was I responsible for sorting the mess and mayhem of others? Why were others not being responsible?

Who imposed, who voted that responsibility onto me? The responsibility is certainly not all mine. Certainly NOT! I take responsibility for my part alone.

It is not possible for one person alone to pull ‘it/IT’ together or sort it/IT’ out!

That takes cooperation of collaborative teams, eventually uniting in one cause, “Sorting it out-Getting it together”. For better for all. Not just sections of inadequate bullies with weapons and addictions that are unacceptable.

No one seemed aware of much beyond their own sphere of family or community. Most seemed bent on shifting full responsibility and unreasonable expectations, onto me instead.

Well, I’m not going to accept that responsibility. I’m not able to do the pulling together or sorting of ‘it’ due to physical impossibilities.

Not only because of my failings no, it’s because of the failings of others…yes! Global population failings are rife.

Admittedly my failings did not and cannot help me or others but, that is called being human…allegedly. As is addressing them! Sorting them.

I shall continue pulling myself together, while hoping others do the same. I shall continue sorting myself out while hoping others do the same. Sorting myself out is less complex than pulling myself together, given the handicaps disabling my person. I shall though. No longer in Stockholm syndrome makes doing so less emotional.

I shall, only love in my own reasoning, not for the reasons others expect of me. Most certainly not in the reasoning of those emulating or actually being of evil mind. It is not possible to love evil nor those emulating, uniting with evil. Their choice is not my responsibility so I drop the burden of them from my shoulders onto their own toes.

Onward I continue with that knowledge. With my love now sorted, my caring heart in one piece, established and, I now recognise those who truly love me or want to. I easily enjoy the company of: Those who find themselves liking my company. Those who introduce new understandings to me. Those who carefully consider my understandings. Those of like mind.

Not too much enjoying of others because I have handicaps that disable me and I have creative thoughts to express to the best of my ability. Many distractions are enjoyable, they are not always conducive to progression of self in a proper or, considerate of others, manner.

The handicaps that disable me cause different reactions. I am aware of and understand, though not always liking or enjoying all. Not all reactions to any disabling handicap are acceptable.

The personal reaction to any disabling handicap proves a persons value and, makes apparent their own level of/stage of development. Whether they are handicapped or not, reactions differ in acceptability. Some are it seems, quite content to judge another as of no use, when they observe a handicap differing from theirs. Believing themselves to be perfect in mind and in form. Those believing they are perfect, better than, superior to, others, in form and in mind, are in a state of unacceptable delusion.

That, I observe, is unacceptably common among many, in many societies and communities. Be responsible. Do no harm. Starting from now. Be aware of harm done or being doing and correct self before expecting others to mend things for selfish advantage.

Until we are all without advantage the divisions are unsorted. Obviously my observations shall disturb those with unacceptable advantages.

I neither pander to nor accept the statements of those expecting to continue with the unreasonable, the unjust and the unacceptable advantages.

So there.

Choking with Fibromyalgia

Another, little revealed, problem fibromyalgia causes is, when we choke. The obstacle causing the choke may be small or large. The throat is often in spasm and is a common event for those with fibromyalgia. The spasms vary in encroachment and the length of time that takes to recognise, deal with and recover from, this, due to other painful and disabling Fibromyalgia eventualities.

Throat spasms also have extremely painful effects during and afterwards.

They often cause choking due to trapping of obstacles in the throat that would normally pass on through easily if chewed properly. Move in the ‘normal’ process.

It is worth keeping in considerations and spreading awareness about Fibromyalgia that, people with Fibromyalgia rarely experience…

…’Normal’ bodily functions.

When choking, the obstacle is often prevented from release by spasm trapping it in place of, to choke with. This complicates things for the person experiencing the spasm and the choke and, any onlookers, as much as, those attempting to assist the release. It is helpful when those of us with Fibromyalgia remain calm during the choke. If Diazepam or another such effective relaxant, can be directly administered it will help both during said choke and, after the obstacle causing it, has moved, swallowed or emitted. There might be cause to carefully administer Diazepam afterwards to accommodate safe eating for the duration of the spasm attack which can last minutes, hours and days. Sadly Fibromyalgia spasms are unpredictable and intermittent. Throat spasms are serious, can result in death by choking and, need to be treated immediately with that consideration in mind.

As Fibromyalgia causes many spasms, Diazepam really shouldn’t be administered as an ongoing prevention for throat spasms, it causes cessation of and a relief from them, especially when choke is happening or the throat spasm is extremely violent and ongoing. Pain relief should be administered too. The pains and spasms on choking, reach the neck, shoulders, chest and often the back and stomach, causing a lot of extra, other spasms and pain. It is not possible to focus on anything else but the choking and spasming because Fibromyalgia chemistry is in control. For any attempting to help them, it is wisest to have awareness of these matters. Best they become aware and when they are aware of all things Fibromyalgia, are in an experienced position of being able to help, best they do their utmost to remain gentle and calm.

Other non addictive relaxant medications need to be discovered.

The THC component of the Cannabis plant is something I would like to test for myself over a period of say, six months. I haven’t had the opportunity yet but would like to be given that and very soon.

As yet there is little or no prevention or relief from such traumas. So for all experiencing them it seems depressingly hopeless.

Today I had two such experiences, the first one earlier, a tiny crumb from a biscuit I had dunked in my tea to soften, it wasn’t properly softened, a crumb lodged in my already spasming, in pain, throat. I managed to dislodge it after a while. I recovered without using Diazepam, however I wish I had used Diazepam then, might have prevented the second bout of grim spasms that caused the second choke. That came only two hours afterwards, when carer❤️ was here. I was eating the toast she had so caringly made for me. I did not inform her of the first choke at that point. A tiny crumb lodged and…here we go again. It was a much more painful and intense choke than the first one of the day. I actually felt as if it would not stop until the breath in me had ceased to be. A concern I had to manage before slipping into panic.

My Lesson: do not ignore throat spasms just because I am ‘used to them’ they cause choking if eating during them. If they occur while eating, be prepared to choke-

Always have water and a hot drink close by when eating. It helps dislodge any particles remaining.

Carer❤️ observed the choking, changing of colour on my face, the jerking of my body, the choke tears that sprang, not of sorrow, from my eyes, it obviously moved her. She did not panic either. Though I sensed her recognition of urgency whilst I was directly experiencing the situation.

We talked afterwards. Her sense of ‘important to acknowledge’ the seriousness of the ‘event’ was still being gently and calmly expressed in her eyes, her choice of words and her tone. I was in still shock and had still not thought to take Diazepam 5mg. Shaking, truth be told and experiencing internal, painful spasms. Her presence was very helpful. While talking when everything calmed from choke to not choke but, throat still in spasm and in various areas of my body, spasms greatly lessening in violence but not pain. I told her that, during my childhood, when choking happened I had been schooled to ‘pull myself together’ during such attacks. She said, “You certainly did that” I said, “So the programming, while sounding and being quite harsh, worked”. It was more of a statement than a question. She confirmed her agreement with a nod. Her concern still apparent. I like this carer, she is efficient during such times and caring about the whole of me, all the time. A lovable skill experienced and observed by me.

“Pulling myself together” comes naturally to me, it’s in my personality, it is in the blood of all those in my immediate family. I do it with as little drama as I can muster at the time. As do my family.

I found that when I remain mind calm, things settle…or not…so I can deal accordingly in that instant. More often than not.

The pain and spasms during and afterwards need to be treated, treatment/medication assists in the ‘pulling of oneself together’. Those pains and spasms not only in my throat but in my neck, chest, face, my eyes, my shoulders, my stomach and my back. It is no little thing. Today I administered to myself very shortly after carer❤️ had left, only after ensuring I was recovered enough to manage alone, without her or other, more intense medical interventions. So glad of that considering the Coronavirus that has arrived on our shores. So a while after the second choke incident .. Mind functioning in the most ‘normal’ manner I can muster, I decided to administer, from 3 of the 7, duly prescribed Diazepam and from the remains, more in quantity, of the 100 duly prescribed 30mg Dihydrocodeine, 1x5mg Diazepam, 1x30mg Dihydrocodeine. I shall administer Chamomile tea at regular intervals today. I shall also take Dihydrocodein as and when necessary, not above the prescribed dose of 2×4 times daily. 1 is often helpful, though nothing seems to eradicate those nasty and often with shocking consequence, painful during and after spasms Fibromyalgia causes.

Today is mostly ‘written off’ by the vitally important need to focus mostly on not choking and, spasm prevention methodology.

I do not want a third choking incident ever again, most especially not today, one is enough of a shock. However I am acutely aware it is probably going to happen again if not today…I have not yet released tears of exasperation. Maybe they’ll come, maybe they won’t. To relax and recover and prevent is my goal today. Writing this has helped.

Poetically Speaking

Twenty

Twenty times twenty

Equals with

Forty times forty

And more

When that is seen

Wash yourself clean

Of all that was wrong

Before

Open the door

Look from the floor

Gain freedoms

Not known

Before

Doing times tables

For all types not able

To reach heads of death

Inclined for

Before

R.A.S. 2020

_____________

In the midst of it all

You get a call

Not at all what you were expecting

No more delays

Getting out of the haze of the daze of days

Into the light

Out of the plight of wrong and wing right

No longer the fight

Or panic in fight or flight but clear, excellent insight

Ready or not

You get what you got and move on

R.A.S. 2020

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It’s challenging being asked to sing positive or happy song…

…when looking at our world that’s got, people who’re not …

…troubled by the rot they inherited, but happily spread it further…

(causing consequences…challenging others born into)

…expecting not a murmur from those affected by their obscenities…

…obstructions, disruptions, destructions…mayhem and murder…

……………..Yes……it’s……extremely……challenging…………….

But…I’m alive and I strive to sometimes do so. Hoping the mistakes I make…

…are graciously taken…not causing earthquake of mind or matter…

…perhaps even unheard…above all the loud, truly destructive, intrusive, disruptive, does matter and, chatter.

R.A.S. 2020

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The tree debris laying soft beneath the avenue that, from Spring time, becomes covered in leaf canopy.

As if, during this late part of winter, nature’s own tree surgeons have been extremely busy

Greeting me untidily. I love that the debris didn’t fall on me.

The delicious smell of pine as my wheelchair wheels and pine needles entwine.

What joy to be here breathing it all in, as my canine friend and I, quietly, in awe, pass by.

R.A.S. 2020

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At times intense pain gives my brain acute articulate ability

At times Fibromyalgia symptoms mess everything there around

Into jumbled, crumbled fragments of scattered, articulate inability.

At times combining but, apparent in my brain

My personality, beside my evolving understanding

Remains with much more else to know, to discover, maybe even gain.

R.A.S. 2020

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Born into consequences

What’s that about?

Made me want to shout

But I didn’t.

Instead I endured

Suffered more untoward.

The living interferences

Found me askew

Lied about and lied to.

You?

R.A.S. 2020

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For me this world is worth it

As are most beings on it.

It delights, with rights

It saddens with wrongs.

Who truly belongs?

Many people face it, embrace it,

Learning daily, fair ways to grace it.

Others storm, divide, and hate,

Those cause much harm and alarm,

Often oozing false charm.

Is it to inspire artistic desire,

Poetic and musical activity?

Creativity.

How to deal with the rot?

We, who are global patriot.

Who truly belongs?

R.A.S. 2020

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Continuously feeling the pull

Of deep, dense miseries.

Recognition of depression

Ignites lights in me.

Changing, rearranging

My ‘now’ missions.

Will that uplift?

Will I a-bridge?

or,

Do I need

To leap across

This rift?

Gravity.

R.A.S. 2020

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In the sweet times

We forget the sour

The dour, the poor

The rich, the obscene

We ignore all

That came before

Not thinking of the morrow

Or all the sorrow

In the sweet times

While there

Others lack our care.

R.A.S. 2019.

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Dad(1920-2013)

The altruist and the stoic

In one family

She a she.

He was a he.

They’d argue it’s true

“You must see my view”

“I do however

It’s slightly too narrow

tho’ not askew”

The eyebrow lifted

The brains sifted

On they debated

Both related.

R.A.S. 2019

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The depths and breadths

Of energy

Flowing in and with us

Is complicated and

Found in simplicity

For all to understand and be.

The depths of our waters

Flowing freely

Washing away all sorrow

In our dimensions, our realities.

As all have chance to be free.

Including me.

R.A.S. 2019

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Election

Election fever

Oh the big deceiver

Dawns another day

What is left to say?

Contemplate your way.

Deliberate, cogitate, ruminate

Decide after fair and varied,

Free thought and properly,

Justifiably, considered debate

It,

Is never too late.

R.A.S.2020

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Those claiming education…

Superiority

Yet resorting to use

Of aggression, even use of weapon

Have no worth, according to me.

My opinion is merely one

Of contemplation

Seeking understanding.

Searching for peaceful

Resolution or solution of

Never ending value

Freedom and unity

For all and with each

Including me.

R.A.S. 2020

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When you find

First appearances

Distracting you

From anothers’ heart speak

Close your eyes

And your mouth

Truly hear them

Treading not, on the weak.

Just as you’d care about

Not treading on

Thin ice, think twice.

R.A.S.2020

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How much of

Your own appearance

Makes the whole of you?

Dictates to

The personality

At the heart of you

Often liking to be

Among people

Having not identical

Origin, appearance

Opinion and destiny?

R.A.S.2020

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Yesterdays are gone but they linger on

Situations created by adults adulterate

Who continuously celebrate

Their abilities and affinities

That adversely infiltrate

Lives of the helpless

Creating unhappiness

R.A.S. 2019

Tweeted today 28/10/2019.

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Those sheep in wolves’ clothing

Dedicated to loathing

Ambitions ambitious

Extreme and malicious

On their way to the pen

Want to be men

Large of the mind

Those minds un-kind

Thought right but’re

wrong

Some delivered by song

Believed by loads

To be narrow roads

Filled with love

side by side

But are wide

filled with loathing

Those sheep in wolves’ clothing!

R.A.S 2019

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There’s no point regretting

Things we did or didn’t do

It crowds out now possibilities

Opportunities

What’s next to do?

Unfolding realisations

Applying to me or to you

Deal with your own emotions

Controlling them helps too

Firmaments existing whatever we do.

Gifting sights of wonder

Joyous sights all over

In and around

Even

Underground

It’s blossom & bloom

It’s away from, even in or over

Any gloom.

Better to be stable

Allowing who and what we are

Than stuck in much unable

*Able’s best by far.

*Able to control those

Emotions running riot.

Firmaments existing

Whatever we say or do.

R.A.S. 2019

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Twitter and Twitterers

I think it kind that you share

Your adventures out there

Your knowledge, your ideas,

Your sightings, Your writings

Your artistic creativity

Many an interesting activity

All impact me

There’s so much more, of that I’m sure

Another journey, another artistic surprise

Enlightenment, education, is on the rise.

I’m thoroughly enjoying

Lots of exploring.

Most everything I see helps

Meditative me

From my timeline to beyond

Breadths, shallows and depths

Magnified, verified, identifying

Lands, people’s, oceans and pond-

Life

Thank you

R.A.S. 2019

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Avenues and meadows

We see from our tree

Beyond this the sea

Sighing gently

Onto sand

Our land

Where waters are precious

Elements bless us

Continuously

Lives aplenty

Joyous and free

Beside us

Family.

RAS+1 2018

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Here in our tree

Swaying innocently

Thanks to the breeze.

Here are we now

Resting peacefully

Lay we with ease.

They seek us

Endlessly

Elusive us.

Never shall they see

The discoveries

Of our forever

Here among the trees

In the avenue of love

For all of these

RAS+1 2018

Introduction & WING WALK

All rights reserved Ruth A Sutton – 2019

In my writings I’ve made new word. It consists of hue, for all skin tones and main as in, mainly humane person, comes the word huemain.

I saw a lot. Heard a lot too.

All in the space of a few moments but it seemed much longer.

I saw something like a Dad. I saw others smiling, connected and equal in authority, to that Dad-like being. I say ‘like a Dad’ because he seemingly, at first glance, had a gender, was with all others connected directly to and being part of, a massive evolving, flowing and growing, Core of energy and matter combined. It was, I quickly recognised, without gender and, like that Core, all were connected to and included in it. With possession of incredible, strong communication energies and, with the authority of an Earth Dad but much more so than an Earth Dad. In my opinion and experiences.

I heard them. Talking, talking, talking. Communicating in more other ways too. Saw them interacting with him and each other, quite extraordinary.

So many levels of existence and, everything different from Earth but, relatable in my huemain heart and mind as well as, in my soul and spirit. I felt welcome. I was party to a melding of these authoritative energies. It was extremely interesting, enfolding, all consuming momentarily. There was and is nothing harmful to me there that I experienced, saw or heard then or since.

Showing me little experiences akin to film clips too. It was intense. It was brilliant. It was incredible.

It was all about energy, matter and, all kinds of matters and is constantly being, evolving with each addition .. IT IS .. massive. The energy was translucent and solid, rainbow colours. In its’ surroundings and core there are lots more differing levels of energy. All those with that being, emerged from its core energy, it was swirling around them as well. Some things and beings in the energy were solid others translucent. I’ve seen this before but not the same film clips. I get a lot of story ideas from there actually and, they don’t mind me writing them and, they help me with details. One of my sisters, the one born first, into my immediate huemain family, helps in the editing of them. She’s got loads of patience and a hardcore honesty to be admired, if not always liked. Truth often points out flaws. I don’t mind at all because I learn when they are pointed out to me. Everyone has flaws here on Earth. We don’t always see them until they’re questioned by ourselves or others. That’s why I like community, it’s inter-connectedly helpful when at peace. Some traits are not flaws at all but are considered to be by others. Complex situations arise from ideas about flaws and ways of dealing with them. Yes, complex.

I get a bit mixed up with reading and writing so it’s handy to have that Rainbow Core energy help and, the help of my sister. Her huemain understandings are big and her understanding of the English language is very much better than mine. By making suggestions and corrections she improves my writing a lot. Usually I’m so excited when I write after vision experiences, my writing can only make sense after my sister edits it.

I’d like to paint pictures with oil or acrylic paints but my physical limitations have made that practically impossible. So I write pictures instead, physical limitations allowing. Complex. This Earth is filled with complexities as are all residing on it.

I’m always very excited by my connections to and with those transmitting the visions, the energy is strong. Stronger than billions of trillions of all the combined energies on Earth, natural and man made.

Exciting, uplifting and temporarily pain relieving, are the connections. Vivid revelations that I am utterly convinced are real, just not here on Earth. For me to prove true, they’d have to be visible and-or audible for everyone. I’m happy to experience them by myself. No need to convince others, except, they are always so amazing, I want to share them.

I’ve been allowed to ask my own questions since the first time this happened, when I was very, very young. I don’t get answers straight away, then, of a sudden, a vision or an audible that I can see or hear or, both will come. They even don’t mind me discussing, like I’m part of them, anything at all. They don’t appear to think I’m an oddity or a nuisance or a burden, like many people do.

One time it was a lot of children, belonging to the authority figure. Some adopted, some born and some owned but, all of whom were made relatives. They took different forms, some solid, some translucent. Then they were in a huge rainbow ball, travelling. This is strange because a story I’m writing has something similar but it is nothing like the same story. Nothing at all. Related only by the Rainbow energies and moving beings.

The multitudes of children got sent to another place to learn to, “get along”. They’d been misbehaving and squabbling and the more mature beings decided to send them away, within hearing distance of the Core figure but very much quieter, to a new galaxy. That galaxy looked suspiciously like ours. It was weird because once inside the ball, before setting off, they all became energy and merged with it. In one big energy. Pretty and colourful, they became silent. The rainbow ball moved fast and further and further away from the mature ones. It was fascinating. I could clearly see and hear the mature ones chuckling. It didn’t seem serious.

It seemed like some kind of celebration was being prepared by the core and all the mature ones connected directly to it. The children got over excited, so, the adults sent them to another room. Only what I saw wasn’t another room it was a combination of energies, in what seemed like one huge ball, connected by many strands and globes of varying concentrations of colours and energies as well as sized appropriately for interlinked travel. Loads of other children who weren’t squabbling or misbehaving, went with those who were. It didn’t seem a problem for any of them. It felt more like anticipation of an exciting school excursion that would take their minds off the big celebration. Leaving the maturer beings to plan and prepare in peace.

Before the rainbow energy ball detached from the main energy and moved, I saw other less pastel colours of the rainbow forming into other energy forms, of matter, like globes. Some as big as the one the children were in. Every colour of the rainbow and some black and white ones. They merged into a huge cover around the ball with the children in and, some barely visible strands of even smaller bold colour globes, remained attached to the mature, Core energy beings. It was a sight because at the same time as I was seeing this communication to and from the Core of all that energy, other experiences were happening. Descriptions, plans, preparations, general ordinary life there, names, oh goodness all sorts going on.

Apparently the extra globes are protectors of varying ranks, with varying authorities and limited powers, guardians, relatives and teachers. They accompany the children. Thing is, it’s like a collective some can be seen by the children, some cannot. All are linked to each other and to Core though. It’s different from anything I’ve seen or heard on Earth, that’s for sure.

While the mature ones return to their celebration plans and other doings that are normal for them, the journey of those in the rainbow coloured energy ball and the globes is very fast.

It’s odd because it’s all happening at once and the destination is arrived at and I can’t see those connecting tiny strands any more but they are communicating their continuing existence, as are the larger boldly coloured globes but, they have just vanished and are invisibly there and audibly communicating. Not just to me by the way, to each other, to the mature ones and to somewhere else. All via the tiny, hardly visible colourful strands, connected via and to varying globes and the ball. The strands are thinner than the finest huemain baby hair. Apparently they’re all forms of energy. The tiniest as strong as the largest. It’s more difficult for me to put into words, than it was to have understanding. When one is cut or broken, the others quickly repair, recover or link it back up, unless told otherwise by the Core of the energies.

I was shown, while being told that I am linked via a rainbow coloured strand with globes so tiny, I’d need a huge microscope and I believed that, because I experienced it audibly, spiritually and visibly.

I decided to explore the strand I was connected by. It happened really fast, the straight bits were colourful with lovely music, the globes were fun. Each time I entered a globe I was met by many with a smile and then, “Greetings Ruth!”. Thing is, each, in every globe, gifted me with a story. When I left each globe I heard, “Farewell Sister!” Or “Farewell Aunty!” Or “Farewell Ruth!” Such intensity of love, I’ve never known. Lots of giggles were had. So full, every one. I lost count. I did arrive at the Core. I cannot even begin to explain that experience. I can sum it up. WOW! A LOT! I am changed. Then back to Earth again, to be who I am. To be my purer personality, enriched by this and many other personal experiences. I was given to understand that this comes to all who request it, using any genuine Spiritual quest.

This is incredible. I’d already asked my question, via the strand connection without travelling along it. I constantly have audio-visual to and from the Core. My question, this instance, was about Karma. Lots of human people have their definition and belief in Karma and seem content to do nothing about many destructive and harmful personal traits. Leaving everything, justice linked, to a supposed, later on-Karmic judge. Saying things like, “Karma will deal with them” or “that”. Not too explanatory or definite for all. Very common among Christians too, except they leave much justice up to God. Similar in many religions. I do believe there are some who try to educate against destructive, harmful behaviour. Looking at the world, they haven’t succeeded but hey, judgement comes later. Seems like a threat often used, instead of effectively teaching better behaviour in each. Persevering until it is learned and applied, leading to better environments and more thoughtful experiences for all. I’m reminded of the excited, misbehaving pre-celebration children who, it would seem, began this.

While I can understand this Karma belief as it’s been presented to me by humans. I have my own belief, about spirits and energies before and after life on Earth. I think belief or faith is extremely personal. Seems others do not believe the same, they’re on a seemingly generalised, broader pathway.

I wanted to know more about Karma. I asked whether or not there’s more to the interpretation being bandied about on Earth. There is!?!

Yes.

There is more that I haven’t heard about. Until I was connected to and intertwined again with, the Core I spoke of just now.

Apparently there are volunteers in the connected spirit energy areas, both strands and globes. The larger globes have what are called Ascended Majors and Minors as well. The Majors and Minors often visit humans, cannot always be seen or heard by them. The voluntary spirits have chosen to be on Earth, as creatures, humans/huemains and plant life forms. It’s all very friendly in those spirit energy realms, planes, levels. It isn’t as complex as I first thought either. Well, unless looking into the energies with a desire to present proof, then it gets extremely complex indeed.

So not only is there a chief authority dishing out Karmic justice but there are volunteers joining into Karmic life on Earth. Extraordinary, in my opinion.

All because some young energies got excited, misbehaving, into squabbles, during the preparations for a massive celebration, a wedding I believe, somewhere else close to the Core. They had to be removed from the preparation areas and occupied while tasks were and are carried out for the big moment of excitement.

Something else just happened on the same, rainbow energy, communication strand. Oh my goodness me!

You see, in early November 1997, I had a mind altering experience. Followed by a lot of sorting out of what was already in my heart, mind, soul and spirit. The whole of me, focussed, concentrated. It was a very calming, relaxing set of energies surrounding and, enfolding every cell in my mind and body, unlike any other energy. I’d reached the end of my abilities to cope with any more pain, both physical and emotional. I said a prayer, from my heart, mind, soul and spirit. It was then that I was shown that I go on after being huemain. Just as I existed before being human, in a form of energy, linked to Core, related to Core. I perpetually live with Core energies as energy. I don’t lose my personality. It was an all consuming moment. Giving me understandings I hadn’t had before that November 5th afternoon at 4:15pm. Yes, I remember the time and date.

So much came and triggered my memory. It appeared that I am ancient but new. The strange thing is, it all makes absolute sense to me. It is proven to me. I don’t need or desire to prove anything except myself. 

Nowadays, in an extremely limited physical body, I find myself unravelling more and more of what appeared to me that afternoon and a lot more that has appeared since.

I haul my pain racked body and my happy soul and spirit into my wheelchair. I take my little dog to one of two local parks, depending on my strength of mind and willpower each day. She is fun to take out. She enjoys her life as I do mine. Most especially the ‘connected’ moments and those moments, going out with my dog, together. Meeting and greeting others we see along the way. Sometimes it’s just us. Her enjoying ground level smells. Me enjoying the details, sights and smells. I recall stories told in the globes I mentioned. Often a story is triggered by something I see or smell. More often a story comes while on our little jaunt or, an answer to one of my many questions. My mind is ram packed all the time. Always has been. Apparently that has a label, it’s called hyperactivity.

The murmurings of many voices come and go. No one else can hear them. They don’t bother me because I’m used to noise. Living in this loud city called London, helps one be used to, if not always liking, noises. Sometimes I listen to music. Sometimes I hear music that is from the energy. I want to write it down but I can’t always do that. I must say, I appear to be complete. I do have complete moments that are wracked by physical cramps or spasms. Foggy moments too. The diagnoses for my symptoms are; Arthritis, Asthma with overlapping COPD, Costochondritis, Dyslexia, Fibromyalgia and Post Traumatic Stress(COPD). Recently, another serious diagnosis in the lower spine, they scanned it. I’ve often heard Post traumatic stress called a disorder. I’ve seen more disorderly behaviour from people claiming to be orderly. I’ve experienced a lot of nasty things that have caused me to suffer with anxieties I cannot control or tolerate. The way that manifests is physical, adversely affecting my breathing ability and the Fibromyalgia. I’m still, at age 64, working on improving my lot. Finding my own abilities. Being more honest about my likes and certainly more open about my dislikes. My dislikes were usually hidden for fear of beatings or worse. Yes.

Since the energy input, I fear very little. So life does not necessarily begin at forty. It does begin afresh, each moment. I like all my new and better understandings, they sit very comfortably with me.

Who knows, by the time I’m eighty, I might have got the hang of being a creative thinking, female human being.

                                                                End

All rights reserved-Ruth A Sutton 2019

A fiction story … or is it …

ALL COPYRIGHTS RESERVED BY RUTH A SUTTON February 25th 2019

                                           THE WING-WALK

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I leap out of bed, singing, “This day is gonna get better!” It’s already a fine day and, I’m excited. I skip to the bathroom. When I’m done I decide to put on some music, my choice is, ‘Dancing in the street’, the original version. I allow that to be quite loud and set it to play over and over because I can. I fill and boil my kettle. I decide to have two poached eggs on thick crusty bread. Love thick crusty bread, the smell alone is enjoyable to my nose. I slice the bread, two slices, one for the eggs and one for some marmalade. I decide to have coffee this morning, very unlike me. I usually enjoy my morning cup of tea. I pour water from the kettle into my cup containing two brown sugars, my taste, and a level spoonful of my favourite instant coffee. Mmmm, I could survive just on that smell without drinking it. My nose is having a treat this morning, crusty bread and coffee. After full appreciation of the smell I sip from my cup and put it on the table. I am  dancing on the spot, as I crack two eggs into a mug of boiling water, I slide across the room to the microwave with the mug. Set the microwave for one minute and then slide back to my worktop, in rhythm to the music. I use benecol spread because I love the taste. Butter always tasted rancid to me, I do not like tasting anything rancid. I know lots of people love their butter, not this person among people. I spread both slices of crusty bread liberally, I had cut both slices without accident, hoorah! 

The voices are silent this morning, I note. Maybe they are just listening, they do that sometimes. 

Bing! goes the microwave, I have exactly one minute to set a place at my kitchen table, next to my coffee cup. This I do no problem, adding a jar of marmalade and a teaspoon by my knife and fork as well as getting two small tomatoes from my fridge. Bing! goes the one minute extra time on the microwave. My eggs are done. The coffee is poured and I am set to enjoy my breakfast. Superb morning. Everything going so smoothly and with music I like.

I enjoy my solitude. I have had my fill of intimate ‘relationships’, wasn’t any good at them. Give me platonic all day long, preferable to me. I don’t spoil my excitement about what is to come, the Wing-Walk, by thinking about my relationship failures for more than a few seconds. My will is strong about that.

I clear up my breakfast mess and saunter back to my bedroom. I open the wardrobe. What a smashing sight, clothes for every occasion. All responsibly sourced.

I have old fashioned thermal underwear, a really comfy suit of recycled silk cloth, lined with British wool. I feel that is appropriate for my Wing-Walk. My old boots are so comfy, bought years before. I will wear them to the day they are rotten. They are black ankle boots with rubber souls. My suit is camouflage but in pink. I like to wear pink sometimes. Oh, all this is really comfy. I decide not to wear the top until I go outside. Well I’m ready to be collected, I pre ordered my ride days ago. It feels as if butterflies are fluttering in my stomach.

I double check that all doors and windows are shut and locked. I turn off my stereo and double check all switches and sockets are off. I am going to the airfield. I sit in my kitchen, waiting for the intercom bell to ring. I tap my fingers lightly on the table to some new music that is now forming in my head. It is a few notes of a piano, gently…ring…intercom! Those butterfly feelings. I answer and sure enough my ride is here. The driver knows the route. I know it is going to take about one hour. I have no desire to watch busy roads and other drivers and passengers, nor do I have any interest in shop fronts, housing differences and pedestrians. I trust that my driver pays attention because in my experience, he does. I get my mobile phone out and play a word game. Time passes for me, well that way. The driver knows me, knows I do this and prefer not to chat. This driver is the one the firm send me every time. I like familiar faces. I like the, no chatting today please, instant respect, from experiencing and respecting my travel wants and, the observation skills my driver has. It is not that I feel a rudeness towards the driver, we greet each other politely and the driver opens the car door for me then shuts it when I am in. I show my gratitude for his professionalism with a couple of words, “Thank you” and a smile. His car is very comfortable, one of my favourite types too. I love that the designers and manufacturers of this type of car, made a saloon that does not emit poison, as does the driver. I sorted all that when looking for a firm with ideals similar to mine in that respect. I am  content to do business again and again with them. 

Oh those butterflies are busy, they do not distract from my focus on making words from the letters in the word game level I have reached. I can think about making words and the butterflies can flutter, while I wait to reach my destination. I glance out the window, not even close. I thought more time had passed, wrong! Back to my game then. Be nice if I could pass this level before we get to the airfield. Hmm, that piano music is back. I make a note to myself to write down those musical notes, then think, silly, tap them into your phone Ruth. So I do. It is a part of a musical I have been working on for years and years. I’ve no musical qualifications but I hear new music and it goes well with the idea I had many moons ago, for a musical story. One day I will finish it. I’m determined and happy I’m not working to any deadline with that idea. It is pleasant for me that the idea developed into details and, the musical ‘bites’ keep coming into my mind when they are ready. Suits my busy brain. 

This word game level is challenging. 

I look out of the car window, we’re at the airfield gates! I did not pass the level yet. Those butterflies are getting more agitated. 

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The driver looks at me through his rear view mirror, to check that I’ve noticed we’ve arrived at the airfield. I nod and smile, then easily find my ID and the confirmation letter I had received. I hand them to Michael. We drive slowly through the gates to the checkpoint booth and face a closed, red and white striped barrier that is blocking the driveway. Michael duly stops the car to verify to the security man, who’s sitting in the booth, that we are invited and we are who we are meant to be. He hands him the ID and the confirmation letter. After checking, via a quick telephone call he hands everything back to Michael, he then waves us on and smiles. He’s now leaning down to, I assume, press the barrier up button. The barrier lifts slowly up and we drive on. It’s not far to the hangar at all, a few minutes. Lots of little aircraft are scattered around this airfield, one is just landing. I think they do flying lessons here, as well as parachute jumps and private, small plane, flights. 

My driver approaches the hangar and we come to a stop. He’s going to wait around while I do the Wing Walk. I did ask about what the driver would do while waiting for me, when I prearranged the trip. There was a brief chat about, should he wait or go away and return. The day after that brief chat, I was telephoned, it had been decided by the driver that he would wait. 

There is a cafe on the airfield grounds, in case he fancies a drink or some food. I’ll probably have a hot chocolate when I’m done. A smiling woman who is familiar to me, comes out through the hangar door, towards the car. She’s wiping her hands on what looks like a red scarf. All of a sudden my car seat seems to be the strongest magnet in the world that, somehow manages to hold my torso and legs in a grip unlike any. How strange. My driver gets out of the car and comes around to my car door and opens it for me, he’s smiling and lifts one eyebrow. He says, “you sure you want to do this?” That seems to trigger a release button on the magnetised seat, allowing me to move. I look at my driver in a different light. Is there a body magnet in this car that releases passengers by driver voice activation? I speak nothing of this thought to him. I say, “Yes I’m sure, thank you Michael” as I emerge from the car, smiling back at him. I hope I’m wearing my, determined facial expression, I’m certainly feeling determined. He says, “Enjoy, I’ll be waiting here when you’re done, ok?” “Yes thank you, are you going to watch?” I ask. “Now you know I can’t do that” he replies. I nod and off I go to greet the woman. The butterflies are silent for now, I’m glad about that.

The woman, who I know well, comes forward some more and hugs me gently, as she says, “Good morning Ruth, it’s all arranged just like we spoke about on the phone.” “Good morning to you Violet.” I say as we emerge from the hug. I am very happy about what her words have confirmed, my face shows my happiness with a smile on my lips and in my eyes, “..are we good to go?” I ask. She replies, “a few checks and then we’ll get you strapped on. It’s a lovely day for it” Violet says, still smiling. I find myself smiling to, I nod about the lovely day. The sky is blue, varying in shade from baby blue to Royal blue and it’s clear. The air smells lovely and fresh with a hint of fuel fumes, it is warm too, gifting a very gentle, cheek caressing, breeze. The fuel fumes waft in waves. Those butterflies let their presence be known again. I feel welcomed by Violet and that always puts a relaxed, with whoever is welcoming me, feeling in my heart and mind. The butterflies ignore my relaxed heart and mind and flap their wings too keenly for my liking, I put my hand on my stomach in the hope, to soothe them, it doesn’t work.

We go into the hangar, paperwork needs doing. Violet shuts the little door which has been inserted into a huge sliding door, camouflaged in the same material and colour as the door. Some other, familiar faces, are now waving their welcome to me. They are all wearing overalls, obviously stained over time with grease and oil but, look freshly laundered. Those people are loitering around a bi plane on the far side of the hangar. It is the only plane in here. The bi plane is scarlet red with a white, winged horse painted brilliantly, on the only side that I can see. I feel curious about the other side now but don’t go to look. I smile and wave back, they, still smiling and chatting among themselves, return to whatever it is they were doing. Some of them, busy about the engine and appearing to do, under the plane, checks. Most with dirty cloths of varying colours, hanging out the back pockets of their overalls.

There is a tall frame on top of the centre of the bi plane wings. 

The butterflies, more gentle than before, now reminding me of their presence.

One chap is standing next to the bi plane, he greets me again, with a big grin and loud voice, which echoes around, over the other echoing noises. He says, “Good morning Ruth, I’ll be strapping you in” it’s David. David is Violets’ soul mate, “Good morning David” I reply, I’m still smiling. Enjoying, to myself, that this is all helpfully relaxed and friendly. The butterflies, not gentle at all now, are seemingly getting ready for something energetic, their wings and bodies, slapping more frantically against the inside of my stomach. They must have strong wings and bodies.

Violet has perched on the edge of a grubby wooden table, with mugs on it, some empty, some half empty and, one or two with what looks like hot, strong tea in them, I cannot smell coffee at all, so it must be tea, poured elsewhere because there’s no teapot on the table or anywhere in my field of vision. There are a couple of clip boards with papers attached to them, on the table near where Violet is perched instead of on one of the chairs around the table. She indicates for me to sit on the chair closest to her. I choose not to, and just manage, to shake my head with a smile, no words. I’ve been sitting for too long in the car already, I want to prepare my legs for this fifteen to twenty minute adventure. My legs might be strapped to the frame on the wings later but now, I’d prefer them free and standing. I surreptitiously search for the person who has the voice to release the magnets because, my body seems very much like it is magnetised on the spot, but not with such a strong magnet as in the car. At least my eyes, the rest of my face, my head and my neck are not as seemingly magnetised.

It is huge in here, long and wide with high ceilings, I am constantly hearing sounds echoing. Laughter and voices continue to come from the direction of the bi plane and echoing. The plane is opposite the little door I came in through. I am drinking in every moment of this. A radio is playing a tune I love, from the sixties, I haven’t heard this one for many years. I do believe it’s Magic Carpet Ride by Steppenwolf. How appropriate.

While Violet sifts through the papers on one of the clip boards, I continue to have thoughts. I’m not keen on flying. Truth be told I am very afraid of flying on commercial aircraft. It’s not that I fear the plane falling to bits, losing parts mid air, dropping from the sky nor is it, fear of pilots losing their minds and crashing the plane. I have other concerns completely. I believe, most commercial aeroplanes, flight engineers, pilots and flight attendants are trustworthy or airlines wouldn’t hire them. Years ago I had the opportunity to visit a family member in a far away country, this involved more than one very long, commercial flight. All those flights happened without my worst fear occurring. They were incredibly uncomfortable, in more than one way. The first part of that journey out was an eight hour flight. Seven hours into the flight, I had a desperate urge to leave the plane and expressed that urge to my travelling companion, whilst keenly using my eyes to search for any parachutes. I was determined to get off in mid air. Absurd as that seems now, I could not calm myself then, nor could my companion. My desperation built up into a panic and my companion talked to the flight attendants who soothed me. They went away and came back saying the pilots had invited me to the cockpit, would I please follow them, bricks followed in my long walk along the narrow aisle of that commercial aeroplane, to their cabin. I did not want to be in the cockpit at all. However, I figured if they and the flight attendants were brave enough to fly in the risky political climates, I would do my best to keep calm, I was impressed that not only could they keep calm but they all did their jobs efficiently and regularly. I did land safely home, on British soil, after a lovely family visit and more uncomfortable flights, with no panic incidents. To this day I remain on British soil apart from a couple of trips, by boat, to France and back. Even on those I was nervous but, not as much as on commercial flights.

Now my bucket list has come to Wing Walk. I must fly in order to do that. I am very pleased it will not be on a commercial aeroplane but on a small plane with a pilot and engineers that I know personally.

Butterflies still fluttering, they seem to want to accompany me, perhaps they want a lift to high into the sky too. I overcome my nervousness with excitement and I’m looking forward, very much, to getting up in the sky, on the wings of, not in a seat of, Violet and her ‘gang’s’ bi plane.

Violet draws my attention back to the hangar and her clip board paperwork, by gently touching my arm. So the magnet release button is not voice activated, hmm, I am able to move forward easily now. I sign where she indicates, so, we are done with paperwork. All ready to take this magical plane ride. Be active, you butterflies, yes we’ll soon be airborne. I am keen to feel the wind on my face and to be so high in the gloriously blue sky, the views will be incredible. I had already decided that I’m going to shut my eyes for take off and just feel everything until we’re airborne, I’d told Violet this during our arrangement meetings and phone calls. She’d agreed to tell me over the earphones when we are on a level up in the sky, that is, if I don’t feel the change in engine and air before I hear her voice and open my eyes already. I like Violet and David, they have proven themselves to be good friends of mine, more than once. Funnily enough, we don’t agree on all subjects we’ve talked about so far but, we agree on much that we feel is important and we enjoy each other’s company. We have learnt to leave some subjects unspoken. We mostly enjoy spending time with each other and our other mutual friends.

Violet interrupts my thinking, we are walking across the vast expanse from table to bi plane. We arrive close to the plane. “OK Ruth, let’s get you strapped on.” I nod. For some reason I am unable to reply. David and the others, including Violet grin in unison. “You lot enjoying yourselves at my expense?” “Yes” comes the united reply. “Me too” I add, grinning as well. 

Question, is grinning as contagious as yawning? Answer, yes it can be.

I begin to clamber up onto the wings, David grips my left hand and pulls as well as holds me steady. I appreciate his help, Violet pushes my behind. Much as I need her assistance too, it’s made me giggle and I lose concentration for a moment, I stumble a little, I hope my usually overactive, unsociable, microbiomes do not invoke a loud noise for Violets sake and to spare me from a longer, embarrassed, fit of the giggles. David continues to help me manoeuvre myself onto the wing and to stand against the frame on the wings. Violet remains on the ground and I just stand, leaning against the frame on the wings, for a moment, gathering myself together. David releases my left hand as he’s noticed I am ok. Microbiomes behaved with social graces, thank goodness.

Happy day today, such a lot to be happy about.

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David is now faffing about with Velcro straps. he secures them around my ankles and under my knees. He indicates, as he thoughtfully steps back, that I can do the straps myself, around my thighs, waist and under my bust. He has to check they are fastened properly though. Once happy that I’m securely strapped to the frame, David hands me earphones and a neat microphone with a clip attached. He gives me an old leather, snug to skull fit, pilot helmet, it makes me smile, the earpieces cover and hang below, my ears. The microphone clips very securely onto one of the ear flaps. David raises an eyebrow because I haven’t tied the helmets’ ear flaps straps securely under my chin. I feel like a child being supervised by a parent while I’m dressing appropriately for school by myself, for the first time. I grin and look at David while duly tying them securely but not in stranglehold. I notice my hands are shaking as I do this. He watches, his eyebrow returning to its normal position afterwards and, a smile forming on his face. Then my eyebrows raise, together with a smile in my eyes, that smile also tilts my lips up. I know it’s for my safety, and the helmets’ ear wings must be strap tied, to stop my hair whipping my face, to clip the microphone and hold it close to my mouth and, to keep the earphones securely in place, while in the air. I prefer the ear covers flapping about in the wind look myself. I know this isn’t about looks though, I’m thanking goodness no photographic record of me in this look are taken, although, I reckon I look mighty fine in my pink camouflage outfit with black boots. “One more thing” he says handing me a pair of, new looking, goggles. “Thanks David” I say as I fit them over my head and eyes carefully, noticing how they, without adjustment, fit firmly onto my head, over the helmet and over my eyes, slightly impairing my usually broad, field of vision. David winks at me, I give him the thumbs up, he then says, “Right then..” and turns away from me, “Violet..” he pauses to look at her as he speaks then, he continues speaking directly to her, “..all set here love.” His warm smile, reaching from his eyes, curling his lips and wrinkling his cheeks. He leaps off the wings, briefly bouncing off the body of the plane and lands on the grubby, concrete ground with ease. Smooth show off, I think, at the same time as smiling and being impressed. 

I am very excited, so are the butterflies. I’m here, about to do something I have wanted to do since seeing someone doing a Wing walk, on a newsreel, in a cinema as a child. It looked like an incredibly exciting thing to do and I am going to do it, right now. I close my eyes, in preparation for take off. To focus on just feeling it rather than, feeling and seeing it. I want to open my eyes when I’m actually up in the sky, not before. Call me strange, I don’t mind, this is my experience. I might be able to set those butterflies free on my way up.

Violet’s in the cockpit already, I know this because I hear her voice in my earphones. “Hi Ruth. Do we have connection?” I’m surprised my thoughts had drifted for long enough for her to get in the plane, I reply, “Yes we do, how brilliant is this Violet?” “I’m happy in the air Ruth. Yes, this is really brilliant. Do you want to do the roll manoeuvre?” “Not sure yet, shall we wait until we’re up in the air and enjoying that? See how brave I’m feeling then eh?” I answer. I hear Violet chuckle as she responds, “Why not? Sure thing. Right, just a few take off checks, then the noise of the engine.” “OK” I finish. I am quite relaxed and a bit surprised about being relaxed and excited at the same time. Maybe the shutting of my eyes is a better idea than I first imagined.

My other senses are heightened, more so than usual. I hear the loud voices of David and Violet as well as Keith, an engineer friend of ours. They are doing last minute checks. Someone is opening the huge sliding door by the sound of it rumbling and squeaking on rollers. I feel movement of the plane, a slow, silent but a little bumpy, movement. Then I hear and feel the engine growl and rumble. The wings beneath my feet are vibrating. Oh those butterflies. My whole body is shaking with the plane, it is a rather pleasant sensation. The voice of Violet enters into my earphones after what seems like more than a few moments cruising the, more bumpy, runway, “Up we go Ruth, you OK?” When I answer, “Yes thank you.” my voice is vibrating because the engine rumble is reaching from my feet right up to my head, via my throat. I giggle because I find that funny. I want to make more noise like the sound, “AH-ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-ah-h-h-h-h” I cannot resist. Violet chuckles into the headset, she knows me so well. We are both, it would seem, in high spirits. I feel the rising of the plane, fewer bumps in the air, my body is forced back into the frame, oh this is brilliant. Wind is pushing on my cheeks, I wonder if my face is distorted by my cheeks, they feel like they are flapping madly in this wind, it is a fleeting thought. I am surprised by the change from breeze to full on wind though, despite knowing it will happen. Violet talks into my earphones, “We’re up! You can open your eyes if they aren’t already.” I do open them, and I am wowed. “Wow Violet…this is…this is…oh yes!” Violet laughs. I can still feel the strong wind on my face, a cheek flapping feeling and, the vibration of the engine all through my body, I know my voice is distorted and every word still vibrating. I am smiling in every cell of my body. My mind is racing more than usual. I can see the ground below, lots of green stretches and, yellow squares, interrupted by green hedges and dotted with small and large areas of trees, birds flying to the left side of me but not as high. I can see the sea far off on the horizon too. The airfield is not in my field of vision. The butterflies must have fluttered off into the air because they have gone, instead there is a feeling of tremendous elation replacing them. I have arrived, I squeal with delight, well I thought I was squealing, it came out sounding more like a 78 vinyl record on a 33 setting whilst placed on a spin dryer, wobbly, punctuated by a grunting sound just as the plane dips and Violet says, “Sorry Ruth, we hit an air pocket.” She’s giggling as she says it. I really don’t mind. “OK.” I reply in vibrating voice. This is my adventure and it just keeps getting better. I had closed my eyes as I squealed and the plane dipped, my excuse for a squeal, turns into a whoop at the same time as my stomach feels like8 it’s doing a somersault. I don’t feel sick, this feeling is one I have never experienced before and shall remember. I stretch my arms out to the sides, they are pushed backwards by the wind. I close my eyes briefly and feel this, the sun is shining brightly. My eyes are protected from the wind force by the goggles. I feel some warmth from the sun through the chill at this height, it is a wonderful feeling. I am so absorbed by my thoughts that the sound of Violets’ voice gives me a start… “Ruth…Ruth?”  “Yes, I was deep in thought here Violet.”  “Oh, sorry love.”  “No probs Vi’, this is great!” I respond, Violet continues our little chat, “Do you want to do a roll?” I think for a minute, will I regret saying no? I imagine how I’ll feel were that my answer. Getting home and wishing otherwise maybe. I decide to go for it, my trust in Violet as a pilot, David’s strap fastening and the strength of the Velcro, is about to be proven, I hope. “OK Violet, let’s do it, why not?” I say. My stomach does a flip though. Violet speaks again, “I think you’re going to enjoy this…I’ll count down from ten OK?” I quickly reply, “Yes.” Violet starts from 10, “9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..” we roll, Wow! It’s all happening really fast, we roll twice, I’m very glad about the helmet holding my hair in place. Relieved that the straps and Velcro hold and I don’t plummet to the ground. I can’t see anything in detail, just lots of flashing colours and shapes. My arms, neck and head are not strapped in, they are forced one way then another, it is weird. My stomach does not like the second roll, my head loves it, I cry out just as we are straightening from the second roll, “Stop! Please stop!” Violet doesn’t take the plane into a third roll, somehow she manages to get level at short notice, up the right way. She speaks, “What happened? I thought we agreed three rolls on the phone.” “Oh I loved it in my head but my stomach did not, I thought I was going to be sick.” I reply. The next moment, I hear Violet laugh out loud. I sulk for all of two seconds then, in radio silence, Violet and I allow time just flying, for me to recover. I focus my attention on the view below. We are right by the coast. Cheeks still flapping. That is a peculiar feeling, I can feel wind on my gums. My breath is cold. I put my hand up to my mouth. It is not easy doing that and when my hand reaches my mouth, the wind pressure seems to want to hold it there. I don’t because there’s too much mouth pressure.

I manage to put it back by my side. My hands are getting colder now. This doesn’t bother me too much because I am distracted by the speed with which the scenery changes below. I see some seagulls gliding gracefully close to the beach. The beach is practically empty. It is a long stretch of coastline, fairly sandy and clean, the water looks lovely and calm. I wish I’d bought my swimming costume. I think I could jump from these wings straight into that water given the chance. I know this is a ridiculous thought and just enjoy the changes below.

Violets voice again, “We’re going back now OK?” I’m actually happy about this. I’ve had a great experience. I say, “Yes Thanks Violet.” The view below is incredible, I look to the horizon. In my sight are birds ahead, quite a few, I can’t quite make out what type they are though. I know Violet will have seen them. It is quite something, usually I have to look up to see flying birds, not today. Today I am higher than they are. I find myself fleetingly envying their wings. Admiration of their grace overshadows my envy now. The sun glints on their wings. We are turning to the right of them, in order to avoid them. I ask Violet, “Can you see what type of birds they are?” “They look like swallows” she replies. “They are flying like swallows, look how they dip and dive, too small for seagulls.” I comment, voice still vibrating.

                                                        4

I’m still enjoying the birds while thinking. The funny thing is that now I know we are going back to the airfield, part of me wants to stay up here. The other part of me, mainly physical, wants to get in the warm and stabilise my shuddering body. It’s a treat to be flying over things. I’m searching for people but don’t see any. The birds are on my left and are still too far away for me to work out what they are, I believe they are swallows and am enjoying their aerobatic skills. I try to find something else to take my mind off the cold that is now settling in most of my body and is already settled in my hands and knees. My choice of clothing stood me in good stead until we turned to go back. I think the timing of the flight is spot on. I do wish I’d worn warmer clothing but then again, I wouldn’t be ready to land. We are approaching a small woodland. To be over the canopy of trees is a view I thoroughly enjoy, it is a fleeting sight, leading to the lovely patchwork patterns of green, brown and yellow, stitched together with green hedges and patterned with the occasional tree. Now I’m seeing a very unusual sight, for these modern times, a man behind a plough horse. This has turned into a game of ‘eye-spy’ for one. I suddenly realise how fast we are travelling. I still don’t see the airfield, this puzzles me. I speak into my microphone, “Violet, I can’t see the airfield.” Violet replies, almost immediately, “No, we planned a little surprise for you.” “Oh!” I am very surprised. Surprises are not easy to plan for me. I can usually tell when people are withholding something from me. I don’t comment about that to those I think are hiding something because, I truly believe most people hide things when they haven’t worked out what words they’d like to use yet. Not all people are hiding surprises. I am wondering now, wether Michael was being honest about his objection to watching any aircraft or, is he part of this surprise? I ask Violet, as the scenery below and beside us, keeps whizzing past. “Does Michael know you’re surprising me?” Violet answers immediately, “Yes, he’s picking you up.” Hmm he hid that really well I think. “Should I close my eyes?” I ask. “Actually, that will help a lot.” Violet replies. I consider leaving them open. I decide to close them, maybe I can focus on telling each of the coldest parts of my body to feel my inner warmth. I say into the microphone, “OK, I’ll close them…now?” Violet answers quickly, “No not yet, I’ll tell you when OK?” I answer, “Yes.” I begin to think about how I will use the time with my eyes closed to project my inner warmth into my fingers and knees, while still enjoying the aerobic display of the birds, set on the flashing by scenery and, the excited feeling in my stomach. A surprise eh, what could it be? My mind is a bit racy right now.

Luckily Violet speaks into my earphones, “You can shut them now.” I do. I immediately control my racing mind. I start picturing my fingers, hands and arms. I tell them they are feeling lovely and warm at the same time as projecting my inner warmth into them, like a warm indigo light passing from my heart and mind into them. I feel an elation, strange, now I feel my hands beginning to tingle. Wow, putting into practice what I have learnt in meditations is really effective, my hands are actually warming, fingers tingle, I didn’t mean to be distracted by wow. I bring my focus back to my fingers, projecting with every ounce of focus, my indigo warmth light. They tingle some more now warmth creeps into them. Next my knees, my poor cold knees. Oh this is brilliant…hold on, the plane has changed noise and vibration, the wind has dropped dramatically. The engine is off now. I open my eyes. What the?! We are in what looks like a huge metal box. “What’s going on here Violet?” I ask. She laughs. “Take your helmet off Ruth. We’ll all be able to hear you.” The ‘box’ is opening and folding back into what I thought were the hangar’s other big doors. The sound of that is a rumbling and rolling, just like when I’d closed my eyes before we took off and were, I thought, going to the runway. David is by my side, in two impressively agile leaps, he is laughing too. I am speechless.

I try to speak, while looking at the faces on the ground, in the hangar. David seems tickled pink and is quietly and gently undoing the Velcro on the straps when the word finally comes out, “How?” I ask. “We’ve been part of the team designing this, for years” says Keith, while grinning. Matilda and Olivia nod. Olivia is an absolute whizz with computer technology and Matilda is second to none at building designs for whatever complex project anyone can come up with. Michael is standing sheepishly behind Justin and Robin, two skilled builders, each with their own speciality and teams of craftsmen and craftswomen. “You see” Michael begins then pauses and continues, “You are not the only one phoning our firm or Violet and David, wanting to do a wing walk but not wanting to damage the environment. I did the filming, it’s my hobby.” He smiles sheepishly, my eyebrows shoot up in surprise and I am conscious of my mouth being open as Michael continues, “Keith and Matilda helped me build a special drone for this, like it?” “I love it, I loved it.” Thank goodness I spoke those words, my mouth can close now, wouldn’t want to catch any flies. Everyone is looking at me and each other, lots of eye movement and smiling happening. David has finished unfastening the safety straps and is indicating for me to take his hand and get off the wings. Two things stop me, that magnet again and I really don’t remember how to move in this moment. David lowers his hand and leans against the side of the frame cocks his head towards Violet as she says, “You know how distraught I was when I found out about the damage we were doing to the environment. I love flying, I love the planet, what to do? David and Keith came up with this idea when we were all in the pub. I’ve given it a few trial runs, it’s really similar to being in the air. It’s second best but, it’s not damaging the environment and I can still feel the thrill, apply the skill and some of flying. We’re getting together on Skype with our friends abroad and there are films of different sceneries in many countries all filmed with drones. Lots of people loving this idea.” Her voice, like the voices of us all, is echoing. It doesn’t release the magnet or jog my memory about how to move. Oh dear.

I’m overwhelmed, trying to get my head around how they ‘surprised’ me. I am puzzled by the fact that we did the roll manoeuvre. How did they do the roll manoeuvre? The words do not come out of my mouth, I know they will eventually but for now I am more than surprised. The echoing is back and comforting. How did they manage such realistic, wind, sound, feeling … everything? Most especially that roll. Questions, questions, and complete admiration for them all. Still stuck here, standing on the wings. Joseph, a friend of Keith’s whose speciality I’m not sure of yet, speaks, “The roll was actually quite simple in the end Ruth, Olivia did the technical stuff with my special effects plans and Keith organised the electronics and engineering” Keith nods and then looks at his feet. I speak directly to Joseph, “Oi you, stop reading my mind, you’ll just get lost in here.” I laugh my words out, while thinking, oh yes, of course it would be, special effects and I can move. So, Joseph has a magnet release button…or…do I? Hmmm. Everyone is laughing at my comment to Joseph, the echo is nice and warm, like my hands, my knees not quite yet, I didn’t finish my directed meditation.

David takes my hand and I slide down, stopping to take a moment, for sitting right on the wing and swing my legs, my memory of movement is also back, I am happy, I sit here a little while, looking at each of them and smiling, they smile back from their eyes and mouths. I hope admiration is showing on my face. 

“Come on you, get off our plane” David orders in good humour, while offering his hand again. I comply still smiling. I swing my legs to the other side of the wings and down I go, it’s a kind of wheeeeee moment with a few bumps. I’m glad I put on a little but not too much weight, it’s cushioning me. I land on the ground without ease but manage a bit of grace. Violet follows behind me. I say, “Right, well, I think you all deserve a round of applause” Time for my questions to be answered later I think. I move towards them all and start to clap in each persons direction, I have no desire to stop smiling inwardly or outwardly, every cell is smiling in my body. It’s a very nice feeling that I’m relishing. I believe I’m really lucky to have such friends, all talented in their own way, dedicated to their skills and loving the planet, thinking and doing realistically, their very best to combine the two. That feeling is heartening. Somehow, we are in a group hug, I don’t mind this at all, just this once mind, just this once, it feels really good, like when loving family hug me. 

We release each other and I’m back in my recliner, in my living room at home, eyes open, looking at a beautiful picture on the opposite wall. Right where I started.

Michael who, according to those who are unable to see or hear him, does not exist. Is hovering by my recliner, he’s gently touching my shoulder. I’m feeling really great. “Thanks Michael.” I say. With a smile and a wink, he’s going, back up into his light, gone. The light and Michael, apparently, only I can see.

The pain that usually groans day and night is silent for this moment. I relish this very recent memory, all of it. I enjoyed my moments in the air.

It doesn’t bother me if others can’t hear or see all those visiting me, or the light they reside in. Michael is the only one among them, whose voice is out loud. I’m used to them all, they are part of everything that is around me.

I wonder whether it is possible for the skilled among us, to create such a thorough, ‘virtual’ flying experience. An experience anyone and everyone could feel. I ponder more on whether anyone could create a full bi plane, wing walking, roll experience. I also have quite a few other unanswered questions. Michael left me to my thoughts and relishing before I thought to ask. I’ll ask him next time we chat, if I remember. The environment might make a loud, gentle sigh of relief, were some aeroplanes to be scrapped. Especially if virtual holidays were invented and affordable. I believe that can be done. The possibilities exist but, virtual is not the same as real. It is second best though, as Violet said and, second best is better than no best, in my opinion.

The wing  walk certainly felt real to me in this short story of a long meditation. I’m happy that I took the time to do it.

My knees are cold. 

I’m discovering just how much more my brain can do that my body cannot, when my mind is focussed and directed. Fibromyalgia brings me more challenges about that…Fibro fog and all. 

With Michael hovering close by, to ensure I don’t get lost in my imaginings, my prospects are endless.

                                                  FINISHED

©️Ruth A Sutton 2019

My mind can do stuff my body cannot.

All rights reserved by Ruth A Sutton(R.A.S.)2019

Wing-Walking has more than one meaning for me. The obvious in today’s society means, to be on the wings of a plane as it flies through the air. Another, is to walk or, wheelchair along, with unseen wings. Yet another is to be so in touch with one’s soul that during meditations, one soars among the walking in spirit. My understandings and experiences conclude such.

I’ve wanted to wing-walk for ages. Hampered by my inability to walk anywhere without mishap and intense pains. Arthritis, Costochondritis, Fibromyalgia and serious Spine degeneration cause intense and extremely challenging, for myself and medics, to manage. Physical pains. Hampered also by my inability to stand without mishap. The pain and involuntary movements I endure daily have not helped my endeavours to do anything. Challenges galore. I usually, eventually, overcome several obstacles and mishaps. I choose to use them as experiences I’ve had or I am having and as, many lessons learned. I cannot miraculously heal my body but my mind manages all, most days rather well, in my opinion and understanding.

My choice to take ‘mind journies’ is inhibited by the ocassional descent into depression that once recognised, is swiftly booted with the help of available medics, medicines, support agencies, contacts, family members and memories as well as learned practises. All might be explained at some point in my posts. When I’m not writing other, more of my interest, things. I also love socialising, on Twitter. I do not mistake social acquaintances with the concept of friendship. My true friends know who they are. It is probably a challenge for those who want to befriend me. A challenge hindered by my contentment with the friends I have already.

My mind can, and does take me anywhere, given focus time.

Time, I have much of that to myself. I feel fortunate to have such time. It is a ‘perk’ of being severely disabled. At first I was angry, dazed and confused. Eventually I found it suits my personality. It doesn’t suit those who wish different for me. There are many such people in our UK and global societies. It isolates which, for a creative thinker who writes and used to paint or draw, is helpful.

There are no mishaps when my mind does stuff my body cannot. It became necessary when physical inability gave need to recline or repose, on average, 21-22 hours out of each 24 hours. Yup. Not the idea of most as ideal. It wouldn’t be my choice. Imagine such confinement. Seemingly impossible but actually with the proper help and support, it is doable for a cheerful soul like myself. Of course I’m not always cheerful about this necessity caused by illness and injury but I honestly am. Until officials and authorities of society but in and ask repeated questions. That .. Drives .. Me .. Nuts. Makes me anxious too. Very anxious. A depressing fact of life until officials and authorities stop questioning me repeatedly and begin understanding my reality, which by law, they are obliged to do. I’ve only taken the route of one law suit. I won but oh dear. The prize was not my idea of justice so I thought outside that box instead and understand that I must endure their repeated questions until such time as they are made understanding. Maybe they have personal problems too inhibiting to stop needing the repeats, maybe a form of dementia.

Given a hyperactive mind, one of the challenges I set myself, in my determination for some quality experiences that excite or, interest me, is to write and share, my ‘mind’ journies.

I have what some consider to be an infuriatingly cheerful, Soul. It is me, cheerful. I feel secure about other aspects of my personality, my identity, too.

I write several, of the ‘mind’, journey’s as short story’s, in this outlet. I also write articles resulting from much personal, direct learning and thought. I have an ability to do both. I have educated myself and am just beginning to enjoy that at 64 years old. I feel very young but know I am not. My initial formal education, failed to acknowledge and cater for the conditions I am afflicted with and handicapped by. They were not diagnosed in my formative years so all people I met understood I was different, supported me in their own ways or, bullied, mercilessly mocked or, pretended I did not have afflictions. Too many people expected me to ignore afflictions that were and are not possible to ignore. I did have exasperating times it’s true. To say my youth, my whole life was and is challenging is an understatement. It is a challenge I choose to face as cheerfully as I am. Circumstances allowing.

I’m omitting, for now, all my mind focus methods in favour of story flow. Mind focus methods can be found in abundance on the internet.

I hope you feel inclined to enjoy and/or learn from my writings. You can see my finished writing about a Wing Walk in the post headed, ‘Introduction’ it is published with/after that ‘Introduction’

All Rights reserved by Ruth A Sutton(R.A.S) 2019