Saturday, 9 May 2015

A Schizophrenic Perspective on Tory Victory 2015

 Psychosis I believe has permanently effected how I view the world.  I, like others with this condition believe lots of what seems wacky nonsense, to many people when I've been delusional.  Usually to do with an alternative reality, based on a new world order and religious and spiritual in nature.  When the delusions are in full swing I have been driven to the brink of fear, terror or bliss and madness. So it have left an indelible mark on the way I think.   This election has sent me thinking about all sort of fantastical stuff.  As people talk about what matters to them and voting accordingly, there has been revelations for me I was totally unaware of.  I'm wondering if the heart of the nation is predominately Conservative.?  If this is true it is a frightening concept to me.  I feel Maggie has won.  Discovering what people believe and then voting for it was an absolute shock.  It was like the tv program V.  Where people uncover their true identity, which is an a mouse eating alien.  Although I do believe the following that I posted on facebook..

        ...Society seems have been atomized, isolation from each other, divorced from nature. I understand that people work really hard and have many more responsibilities and pressures than ever before. It seems that the void for co operation and the inter dependance we all share is exploited. Capitalizing on natural wants and needs and desires into shopping and spending. I honestly think most people only have time to work on the treadmill, with a well earned holiday now and again. I understand why people become resentful and vote conservative, get blind drunk on the weekends spend a lot etc. I think its been engineered to be this way. Low pay, long hours, media propagating hate for anything that doesn't fit this norm.

The country is predominately blue on the map now.  There is a war on poor and sick people. headlines.. scroungers, immigrants, homeless, and the shambolic NHS.  

I believe this is a stabbing at the heart of humanity.  I know it's very much a secular society and its now very unpopular to talk about spirituality and religion in this technological age.  Whether its something or nothing. I believe it was something that made people think about their conduct towards each other.  It obviously doesn't work all the time.  It seems like society has been engineered to be self centered and self reliant.  We really can't sustain that, like natural resources they will run out and we will be left without.  I believe that all we have really is each other, we are completely interdependent on everyone and everything. Things are getting biblical nowadays.   The milk of human kindness is going sour.








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St Dymhna as shaman

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A story by Izzy

Live Forever

Once upon a time, in a place far far away, there lived a beautiful and spirited woman, who was like a wild flower.

Her hair contained the most incredible dreams and wonderful magic spells, from the most beautiful parts of the earth and from the edges of the solar system.

The wind of the East fell deeply in love with her and played through her lovely locks, it became such that she could command the weather.

One day the wind spoke to the smoke of her cigarette and told it to cling to each and every strand of her beautiful hair.
The cigarette smoke obeyed the wind and saturated through everyone of the golden threads and began to decay from within.


The bright sunshine of her days began to grow dimmer and colder and she was dragged deep under ground and was sent to Whitchurch Castle in the clouds.

Here she battled tooth and nail with demons and dragons. Spoke with angels and had untold adventures with good and evil.

The beautiful dreams that dwelt in her hair, turned into terrifying nightmares.

She went to the well to wash her hair, but the water would not cleanse or renew it. The sun refused to shine upon it and the saddest of all, the wind no longer wanted to play with it.

So the young woman by this time, had become a princess, scraped back her beloved hair into a ponytail and the gold sunshine began to grow out, taking her dreams and magic spells with it.

The Castle keepers were worried about her and so gave her a magic potion to rid the evil smoke that had claim of her hair.
An eternity came and went and she grew older.


One clear day the smoke had finally gone once and for all.

She was banished from the kingdom of Whitchurch and was now expected to toil the fields with the good men and women of the outside world.

She was now mortal and pined for the Easterly wind to play with her again, but he no longer loved her.

One cold morning, she had an idea to attract him back to her, so she sat at her mirror and plaited her hair into strands and put coloured ribbon on the ends to bind them.
Would he notice her again?


With her hair plaited, he would see a string of golden tears that she cried over missing him so much.

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Now she lives in a little hut in the village and has worn her hair in plaits for 2,000 years.


One day she hopes it will be unravelled, when he remembers where he left his sunny days and warm nights with her on the moon.
The End


Illustration for story Live Forever

Illustration for story Live Forever
This is a drawing of the character in a story I wrote for a digital story telling course with the Four Winds

Bay Girls

Bay Girls
This is a drawing of two of my neighbours

Zippo face warmers

Zippo face warmers