Friday, 25 January 2013

Really it is saturday and this is being posted at 07.40am.

GOOD DAY TO YOU
ALL

                                          
                                   STOP  THINK & MOVE ON

I took this shot yesterday. The person my sister  appears to be pointing at - but didn't know it at the
time - had no awareness that he was lined up in my sight as part of a shot and incidentally, my sister was pointing at something completely different.
The picture came together though and some would say through chance, but the mystic in me disagrees.


             STOP THINKING SO MUCH AND 
                            FEEL MORE NOW.

So my brothers and sisters, my other sister, Viv - the one whose finger is pointing in above photo - drove me to my art therapy session, with the wonderful Kate Rothwell.    Here below are some photos which she kindly took for me, showing start to finish a work we did together.

                     I did the easy job, which
                     is the painting and talking.



                                          Kates job is a hard one, partly because of the having
                                           to listen and analize everything as well as taking into
                                          account
                                          things
                                          like
                                          body 
                                          language, 
                                          as well as what is perhaps
                                          not being talked about. Knowing when to prompt and
                                          where and at what!  So well done and good job Kate,
                                          for all you have done and are doing for both me and
                                          others. Not all art therapists are trained or up to the
                                           task of working with an individual, not only with my
                                          previous background of growing up with a personality
                                          disorder and all which that entailled, (being sent first to
                                          approved school, then, borstal, prison and finally 
                                           Broadmoor Special Hospital, for a six year stretch
                                           of productive treatment, which finally sorted me out.)
                                          but also having the skill and ability to help a chap with
                                          an aquired brain injury.   
                                          When you rise to the challenge, as I think both Kate
                                          and myself have done, then the reward is a great result!    
                               
                                            






                                       
                                          Well the talking can come from areas which are not
                                          always that easy to talk about.

                                       
                                          Kate has the hard job of working with an artist who
                                          has acquired a brain injury as a result of his wife's suicide!

                                       
                                         Of course I wouldn't have chosen all the things which
                                          have occurred in my life. Otherwise there is a chance
                                          I maybe would have chosen not to be born.
                                          Maybe I did choose and said, `bring it on`, and boogied
                                          into this incarnation of ` THE cHRISTIAN MYSTIC,
                                          ARTIST`.
                                           Lets not ever think life isn't worth it. I like to think that
                                          God thought our lives so worth the living and not just for
                                          this present worldly lifespan, but eternity, that He came
                                          down to be born a Jew of all Godforsaken people and
                                             (BUT DO THEY THANK HIM, NO, YES, MAYBE!)
                                          take the death penalty for my wretchedness.
                                          Always when I think of this, coming from Heaven to earth
                                          to save me and help me become enlightened, I thank God,
                                          for His amazing grace to me.    
                                          The way I like to look at it, God provides me with the
                                          necessary resources to overcome those things which will
                                          leave some unfortunate individuals to fall down and remain
                                          down. I though can say that not I, but because of Gods love
                                          I was lifted up from the chasm of death, to carry on one day at
                                          a time, until before we realise it, a lifetime will be made up
                                          in a creative, loving way. Amazing grace is what I have
                                          found it takes. People may say it takes `inner strength` to
                                          overcome life's troubles. Tosh and hogwash. There is no
                                          inner and outer. We cannot separate our self from all else.
                                          We are one body. I like to say, in Christ. That is, in the
                                           power of Love as I know it and as it knows all! We must
                                           not waste more than a little time on conceptions and
                                           misconceptions.  Onwards and forwards my brothers and
                                           sisters. Death where is thy sting. Lets dance and sing. Yet
                                           lets also work and band together those who want to be
                                           to be prepared to live a good life in a better world!

                                           You are all so wonderfully loved, you must smile and have
                                            a glint in you eye every time you realise this.
                                            Take my word for it, the times become more frequent.
                                         
                                             MIND THE GAP


                                             
                                               Well! Job well done or what?
            You dont get it! You dont have to, the 
            paint is still wet. Just wait until the 
            painting is dry and then you may.
  
                       
                                         


                                                BE MINDFUL



                                     
                                          Kate also remarked that she really liked this Ralph
                                          Lauren POLO JEANS CO. jacket which I customised
                                          with my own `one off`` frog bones art patch. I am sure
                                          it could be purchased at the right price!!!   Notice to be
                                          taken by any Rock Stars out there. Shine on you crazy
                                          Diamond. Oh yeah, that takes me back to the 1970`s
                                          and to Pink Floyd and LSD.  This was a time after the
                                          1960`s when LSD was no longer `pounds shillings and
                                           pence!  Far out man and all of that jazz dude, man. Toking
                                          in the van. Stuck in the mud and going nowhere. Well get
                                          outside and push. Push harder to it all really gets going.

                                          I do know that sometimes it can get so hard you do not see
                                          any way out. That's when you have to stay in there and hit the
                                          ground praying. Don't pray to any God out there somewhere.
                                           Pray to the almighty God who is inside you waiting to be
                                           unleashed on all that is wrong in this Godforsaken world.
                                           People, some of them think the term `Godforsaken` means
                                           God has given up on the world and us. No, its the other
                                           way round. People say, I can do this without any ones help.
                                            Worst still, some of them, they rant and and swear at a God,
                                            they then even say doesn't exist. So it is God who has been forsaken!
                                                        I get it now.  Thank you Jesus.
                                            To deny God, whom even the heavenly bodies (stars and galaxies)
                                            declare His majesty, is to deny the *His power. Maybe this power
                                            which provides the holding of comets, moons and planets
                                             in their orbits, is going to let us deny His control over our
                                             inward bodies where matter obits around other matter on such
                                             a small scale that if it was blown up in scale, then all the space
                                             would resemble to us, outer space!
                                             Cancer is, although I may be slightly wrong on this as I am no
                                              doctor, an abnormality in the growth of cells! Maybe the obits
                                             of matter on the infinitely small scale, inside our bodies, is not held
                                             together right by the power of God. This if it the case is our free
                                             will! If you have the ability/right to drive a car or own a gun, as
                                              then do others, don't blame God when your (of course it is not in reality
                                              anymore you dog, than another man was the rich mans slave.)            
                                           
 *I use the term `His` for conventions sake. If god made man in His image, then that's in my opinion, mankind; which it made up of both male and female.. Chicken and egg. Which came first the chicken or the egg. Hens make great mothers, but she is never going to hatch an egg without dancing with a rooster first!
Yin and yang baby is the order of the day in the physical universe. I cannot answer for that which is of God outside this universe as my brain injury has left me with a bad enough enough memory for these present times, without me being able to recall the eternity before my birth and this encarnation typing this to you, my beloved. I remember though Harry, my second son telling me when he was a toddler, that when he was born, he forgot what came before!


What will come for you and me, my brothers and sister, today and tomorrows. A lot will depend on we give each other. God has no hands on earth now but ours. Ours are the feet which will go about doing His work! We know the devil finds work for idle hands, but we have it give God our hearts, minds and bodies to work with. He can only give us what we are willing to recieve!
  
               Bless you all and know that you are loved.
                Your bro Peter.

    

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