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The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.comBlogger379125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-45675228177296096612024-03-01T15:32:00.022-05:002024-03-09T16:16:44.806-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol.XXII Edition II <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1qkfk0TbshZb1ACZMfuY6Md4QeulL_ZidtP2x9ZVVCal7ovYDAzoCsggP-gWHQoKecUw-Docg8SeHnDq9lSiyJY-yLUWov87ufSmIkzWw996VZpwX1tkNgzU0FuU3d4nQ8baInASxut97LYJOmgKHUKQ7QXWbV9Kl-qav0qCiM-hgAgii42C-g/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1qkfk0TbshZb1ACZMfuY6Md4QeulL_ZidtP2x9ZVVCal7ovYDAzoCsggP-gWHQoKecUw-Docg8SeHnDq9lSiyJY-yLUWov87ufSmIkzWw996VZpwX1tkNgzU0FuU3d4nQ8baInASxut97LYJOmgKHUKQ7QXWbV9Kl-qav0qCiM-hgAgii42C-g/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Doc GM</span></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">Where Does One Turn When The Mental Health System and Psychiatrists Are Impossible To Deal With, Due To Medication Increases Unjustly, They Do As They Please With Court Orders On Patients</h2><div>In Canada the mental health system is a joke, my Psychiatrist has ordered an increase of medication unjustly, the psychiatric team that I deal with still think I am delusional over media attention. I am suppose to submit to his demands or refuse, to get the Police sent after me for non compliance for their terms. I can not even live a decent life, trying to find work and get better living conditions, eat right, exercise and process water for health, but have the Psychiatrist say I need more medication at taxpayers expense. If I get extra pyramidal side effects from the increased medication levels, and I can not work and function, who is going to take take of me? The State? In a Courtroom the Psychiatrist states that I fake extra pyramidal side effects, their way of being in denial once again. So I an held in limbo and at the mercy of the Courts in an unjust system, that favours the Psychiatrist over the patient's need to work and be a productive tax payer. </div><div><br /></div><div>My question for now is, how does one get State protection, to protect an individual from the Courts, and the State, to prove their innocence? If this does not occur, the Courts and the State will inject me with more of a drug which I feel I do not need. I am happy with my present dosage!</div><div><br /></div><div>Trying to get on with my life, I made the arrangements to pay my rent, and bought my tank of bottled water to process through light, and my filters. Inclusive of a hot filter from the kettle and letting it cool, then filtering two more times for cook, and drink water. With this I try to maintain a work out schedule and try and get work for my company, while trying to keep up a good diet on my limited income. </div><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">The Dark And Dreary Road Of Psychiatry</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;">Art Done While In Hospital, From A Psychiatrist Having Me Arrested For Saying A Freudian Slip Knot Phrase In Speech</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaFS-0WXh9WU3wAg8M0vjaO0Ekue8YYxE9rhwNl8koLvg06qGBeonvbFmT7c2FP87u62ahHnHAk2zRr4T-Vslh7xMqLvqk1gQipcGllCXbIyPW5NISz6H6gN1JPCum55nNRfMsR8Ce9EPP_V4CCNcROr4W9SKB2l0bkhxwYCsFS5P6nYsm9eaWA/s3265/scan_24greyBlackPsych.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3265" data-original-width="2193" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaFS-0WXh9WU3wAg8M0vjaO0Ekue8YYxE9rhwNl8koLvg06qGBeonvbFmT7c2FP87u62ahHnHAk2zRr4T-Vslh7xMqLvqk1gQipcGllCXbIyPW5NISz6H6gN1JPCum55nNRfMsR8Ce9EPP_V4CCNcROr4W9SKB2l0bkhxwYCsFS5P6nYsm9eaWA/s320/scan_24greyBlackPsych.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">If I have people following of my blog through my stats, then perhaps people talk about what they read, and psychiatry can not accept that I have become a public figure, two of three arrests were done by public figures. So the arrests are a mental health story about what? Public figures! People are talking about public figures in the media. Just the thought, on the radio just now, remembering the passing of the Honourable Brain Mulroney, how I will always remember him. What did I hallucinate the words he once spoke saying, "I will put Mr Lamb in his place" during his pre-election speech as Leader of the opposition when Trudeau stepped down, I was in Newfoundland. Then here in Montreal on a morning show his son Ben said ,"Mr Lamb put himself in place." Are these two hallucinations or were these words really said! If I hallucinated these words let me know please, I am not hallucinating the passing of of our ex Prime Minister. Tell me when I ask, what do I hallucinated in the media anyway. That is why the road of psychiatry is so dark and dreary, you do not get any where but for a needle in the ass at what ever amount they want to inject into one for the Courts. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here it is Saturday morning and I am waking up with extra pyramidal side effects just with the threat of an increase of medication. So I will have to go to emergency in psychiatry for a second opinion at a cost to taxpayers at over $1500 a day due to a Psychiatrist threat to increase medication. Like a Psychiatrist said to me once, the extra pyramidal side effects are par for the course, my dream of being a tax payer again is ruined by a Psychiatrist, fine then the State can take care of me with extra pyramidal side effects at the stated cost. I called 911 and I am off to emergency psychiatry because of the extra pyramidal side effects.</div><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">The Stupidity Of Canadian Life, Who Messed With My Bedding, Police Do Not Even Care After Phoning Them, Nobody Can Do Anything! I Need Protection From Assholes using My Bedroom As A Whorehouse! See Picture Below!</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUdMDEhUsLUJ4Lb_rHdtSfreFzE5gVah78iHRtKSdQUTx83Rz0hf6FwnchFgCCUcP289icCJnaMmBfYDZ2zub7N2w3m35XfWskOi3urrGZvgvFPib8t-mjbMSyeU4c0Vg-AVmii8az77ZLA7-sAgHbUISjGHRWfCzTGOWbLJsSHmIRHwvsUgLaA/s4080/bloodymess.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4080" data-original-width="3060" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUdMDEhUsLUJ4Lb_rHdtSfreFzE5gVah78iHRtKSdQUTx83Rz0hf6FwnchFgCCUcP289icCJnaMmBfYDZ2zub7N2w3m35XfWskOi3urrGZvgvFPib8t-mjbMSyeU4c0Vg-AVmii8az77ZLA7-sAgHbUISjGHRWfCzTGOWbLJsSHmIRHwvsUgLaA/s320/bloodymess.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">And Psychiatrists Want to Pump Me Full Of Drugs! Send Me Back Home To This After Going To Emergency For Help, This Country Royally Sucks!!!</h2><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-84784997647720936262024-01-16T18:25:00.057-05:002024-02-17T12:57:47.401-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XXII Edition I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVDYMUIYD2Gq0q8DJGWPypCyr2G9tupp8B3qJfemrpOlQaJEF9wEU3T2_NqZ3G0tAqm_R0JCO0D2Nz4K1uEMP_M49wSE6wo69gaHD-Uza7iJRq-n1-Gr49iaX4Q1S860_UW0-W8cVT4Fg5DYuCFAY9nQbmwrFPbHU8FRlehv1vceBycK5lYYZ0A/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVDYMUIYD2Gq0q8DJGWPypCyr2G9tupp8B3qJfemrpOlQaJEF9wEU3T2_NqZ3G0tAqm_R0JCO0D2Nz4K1uEMP_M49wSE6wo69gaHD-Uza7iJRq-n1-Gr49iaX4Q1S860_UW0-W8cVT4Fg5DYuCFAY9nQbmwrFPbHU8FRlehv1vceBycK5lYYZ0A/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><h2 style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">In Hospital As An Inpatient For My Mental Health Issues, Just Getting Geared Up Again...</span></div></h2><div>Will write updated info soon....slowly getting organized in hospital going through post tramatic stress disorder therapy in away. What I have been through from sabotage of my life and company Doc GM Creations here in Montreal, Quebec, as a person with schizophrenia. I am in a very unique situation. I have to get back to my ward from the mental health computer room I am in at present.....till later! </div><div><br /></div><div>Finally all geared up on my chromebook and cell meshed together so nobody can hack into my chromebook without me and a phone call, #%$&^%*, problem solved....till later I clean up now!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>With the chromebook all cleaned up and ready to go, I am now typing away! The problem is, where does one start explaining on my blog my most recent arrest, that got me put into psychiatric care in hospital since November 7th 2023, I am getting discharged this coming Friday January 26th 2024. I got arrested over a "Freudian Slip", leaving a voicemail that I could hang the Psychiatrist, for having me on the wrong medication as a small boned man, thus the medication started busting up my knuckles with osteoporosis in the joints. I always found that particular Psychiatrist a bit of a nut compared to myself trying to deal with my issues around my schizophrenia with her, and the team under her command so to speak or write. it is like we are just a mental health consumer to be processed.</div><div><br /></div><div>With Montreal's finest Police officers being sent after me at home, I got arrested around eleven o'clock at night, and handcuffed in my jerk jammies as I was preparing to get into my bed. The Police know me well in mental health, and gave me no time to change clothes or anything for they know my chambers is filled with weapenary, of one sort or another through having tools from my tool box scattered all over the place, while being easily to garap in quick thinking if I wanted to. So I was taken outside in my jerk jammies, and my warming up poncho for cooler winter evenings at my desk, from working my chromebook and getting the evening news on TV. When the Police arrived the second time looking for me on a warrent for my arrest from the neighbourhood CLSC mental health system. My roommate answered the door, and called with an echoing drunken slurr, "Hey Slim the Cops are at the door for yea again!", So I trotted through the apartment from my chambers as I dub my room, and approached the apartment entrance door, with the one Police Officer soothingly saying to me, "You know how it works Iain, up against the wall and spread 'emme. So being uniformed trained I followed orders, had my limited pockets on my jerk jammies checked then my hands brought together behind my back and cuffed forth width in the spread position. Grabbed by the chain of the cuffs, I was pulled off the wall at the apartment entrance , with a twist and turn I was guided from the back out of the apartment, then placed to stand standing outside of the apartment with myself facing the wall. It was not until the honourable Police Officer's Partner fetched my I.D. in my wallet along with my keys to the apartment, then off into the cold driving wind of the winter night of November 7th 2023, to walk up into the cold prevailing wind towards the Officers' squad car. Then I had to lean up against the ice cold blue and white steel of the squad car, getting frisked one last time before the guiding hand went onto my head to tuck down my head as re-entry into the psychiatric system through a Police cruiser's rule of authority, hand cuffed in the back seat with the hands behind the back as a compliance measure. You just got to co-operate right to get through the system without too much of a battle!</div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I never battled it out with the attending Psychiatric Team overseeing a treatment plan for my schizophrenic issues, with this hospitalization in particular, since my first Hospitalization in this Montreal Institution for emergency care. from before</span> <span style="font-weight: normal;">this joint when it went through recent renovations, to a more modern environment for an in-patient clinical evaluation for good or bad depending on how one co-operates. I am a Grandpaw at it now, compared to the psychiatric child that had got into joints and stuff somehow jonesing for a fix. It can drive me and the attending Staff nuts and some patients team up to defend the staff so the adult child that gets demanding for what they want, smokables from cigarettes onward to</span> <span style="font-weight: normal;">what ever someone can flash up with a BIC lighter to smoke. My lungs have been around a block or two when younger, and say to the patients, look at me now, I'm taking my lung medication, and you do not want their psychiatric medication for your very own issues, that drive everyone nuts in or out as an patient from the Ward from emergency care.</span></h3><h2 style="text-align: center;">Art Done In Hospital While Under Mental Health Care</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkS0iFIbhWcziLR4rqmqoEbSufmcimzXLQfiiJ1P-8iaLpbBq3tIdi-DvwyetJZe1882utf1DhHhpbPcWIUKY1YilY0JvGkr6ozW-vq9e5B_wU8W15McnVxnRdS3nrlvIQnnlzJzYwRj4ZD_j0f0TRS7J4MRRHS9Ld8nPj8BQT1x44u4DKSpiiRQ/s4160/20231217_185051.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkS0iFIbhWcziLR4rqmqoEbSufmcimzXLQfiiJ1P-8iaLpbBq3tIdi-DvwyetJZe1882utf1DhHhpbPcWIUKY1YilY0JvGkr6ozW-vq9e5B_wU8W15McnVxnRdS3nrlvIQnnlzJzYwRj4ZD_j0f0TRS7J4MRRHS9Ld8nPj8BQT1x44u4DKSpiiRQ/s320/20231217_185051.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqK80vCkDURv6BHkSS8Auqvl8jQW_lGe-poQf5keIyn22tGHj6mxrWFWGX1UaKl-qv2qQPafMU54Nd9BYBXXmXPzJ2ljiPdNEgZcEf0LhEMrFuthspe4bGybKVYs6e-mwS8qTw6Jwn-O1knsP4brB3NMgl-lBcGNzLheSXpX2ou5gvZ82O-waKZA/s4160/20231219_155129.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqK80vCkDURv6BHkSS8Auqvl8jQW_lGe-poQf5keIyn22tGHj6mxrWFWGX1UaKl-qv2qQPafMU54Nd9BYBXXmXPzJ2ljiPdNEgZcEf0LhEMrFuthspe4bGybKVYs6e-mwS8qTw6Jwn-O1knsP4brB3NMgl-lBcGNzLheSXpX2ou5gvZ82O-waKZA/s320/20231219_155129.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1QZNol6jtS2p4uP4_H5aKCAIM6zGkFaLZnU4sLCdNPZs0wdLWsOssYnA58TPlPt3XIekNNZglskLNenfjwJw5B3TVZ1LpU07eU4X1qEW2zxPfX7uzkdTaukmStNGcQ2ip9-Ttl0kezvcdV6uUqXN-QeYuOSa1o65CO_mHinskHkYF5F2roAY8dg/s4160/20231215_192318.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1QZNol6jtS2p4uP4_H5aKCAIM6zGkFaLZnU4sLCdNPZs0wdLWsOssYnA58TPlPt3XIekNNZglskLNenfjwJw5B3TVZ1LpU07eU4X1qEW2zxPfX7uzkdTaukmStNGcQ2ip9-Ttl0kezvcdV6uUqXN-QeYuOSa1o65CO_mHinskHkYF5F2roAY8dg/s320/20231215_192318.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where do I start describing my art experience under my present hospitalization for my schizophrenic issues here in Montreal's revamped Mental Health Care Services, while working with Ville de Montreal community services for bug and mice extermination in my art studio back home in my cave of a joint!!! I am now back home to the music of the radio, construction, garbage trucks, and building banging, here making a statement of life in my blog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>It Is Now Time To Cooperate with the Canadian Governments At All Levels, The System Can Work For All As It Did For Me, This Piece Of Art Was Done In Hospital A While Back!!! Then The Governments Have To Listen To The People As Well!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5VvyeOW67DeZ6tC1flMHJXUxBy2u-HsBw_YOTyrTwwVbVvMXcHZWWzZAbIM2_t9OhOdZsPxe4Jn56hGJxCZHzdyWNoiKaCBd6NZ23ivfdZvvRSPmG6PXdN3ZSlht6KQWw_oIeUhTgenGLWnrmiYNGaLNeFkloGf4FGPcPq9SxCwNmZBr4HAZFg/s1667/scan_24clockfish.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1667" data-original-width="1233" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5VvyeOW67DeZ6tC1flMHJXUxBy2u-HsBw_YOTyrTwwVbVvMXcHZWWzZAbIM2_t9OhOdZsPxe4Jn56hGJxCZHzdyWNoiKaCBd6NZ23ivfdZvvRSPmG6PXdN3ZSlht6KQWw_oIeUhTgenGLWnrmiYNGaLNeFkloGf4FGPcPq9SxCwNmZBr4HAZFg/s320/scan_24clockfish.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />The last leg of seeing the system work will be after Court with my Landlord, I am due in Court the 14th of Feb 2024. I will leave well enough alone about this, tax dollars at work defending my rights against false accusations, let the Judge decide. I am as well moving on in the mental health system somewhere, I could never earn a living or make my company grow where I presently reside, other than doing a fair amount amount of art, which I am going to have to unload somehow. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Being a person with schizophrenia in this country has not been a easy ride, the stigma is alive and well over mental health, not as bad as years ago when no one never heard of mental health, those were hard years starting out building a career in engineering and not having the stability of my schizophrenic issues. I have today worked with acceptance and medication compliance as to how I earned my certification in engineering and working the same field developing my expertise around being a technician in engineering, even although I carry the schizophrenia title. The blessing of knowing how to work material and get into design side of things by knowing engineering principles, could have helped me succeed late in life with a health prototype I came up with this time in hospital, through studying a Rabbi in his ritual work with his tools of his profession. What I came up with, and gave the engineering blueprint of sort to my attending student Psychiatrists that treated me, I treated them to a viable way to measure brain waves, if the concept is medically proven by such experts in medical engineering.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96dwkDJXdSUM31nshC6YyKzb-fbDAvSYFzzvwv11J23HXoB-IINhY9IZvdhf_I9q-AjYi_vzoJUUuWZaFupT3uf-vzTBjAo0xCfosmq6R1cxXLNo2nBXbVZqXisnZATy2g5EP6w3HZv8JZ1R0bXpWqL-7xcYTeGx0cXb8i4mhNi3X5n2VCfnz9Q/s1739/scan_24waveforbrains.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1739" data-original-width="1282" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96dwkDJXdSUM31nshC6YyKzb-fbDAvSYFzzvwv11J23HXoB-IINhY9IZvdhf_I9q-AjYi_vzoJUUuWZaFupT3uf-vzTBjAo0xCfosmq6R1cxXLNo2nBXbVZqXisnZATy2g5EP6w3HZv8JZ1R0bXpWqL-7xcYTeGx0cXb8i4mhNi3X5n2VCfnz9Q/s320/scan_24waveforbrains.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Concept Of Using Electromagnetic Forces To Measure Brain Waves And Project On To Cell Phone</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b> </b>In theory and electromagnet field could detect brain waves, I was once hooked up to an ancient brain machine for sleep and wake analysis of brain waves. Perhaps here is a fresh way of doing it, one would have to watch putting the circuit board to the head too much. As cell phones were accused of doing damage through this means, as to some early users of the cell phone product.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeyA2tJYQMbPIHWcozAqFWCQh2JUVGIw35bfuZkNNEkLqCRRtWANX9Q-HXjtIZzrjzYvCBlXiOF_CagQpfHGVKOQZf27d1MKHISSEh2tvU6FPDhMmx68X_xM3Y0Pk-75cZZqWunIMS5QglYzV0nuaRqCjOzJPchINacacNqdCiRSgY3jOVmqGtA/s1565/scan_24minds.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1565" data-original-width="1184" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeyA2tJYQMbPIHWcozAqFWCQh2JUVGIw35bfuZkNNEkLqCRRtWANX9Q-HXjtIZzrjzYvCBlXiOF_CagQpfHGVKOQZf27d1MKHISSEh2tvU6FPDhMmx68X_xM3Y0Pk-75cZZqWunIMS5QglYzV0nuaRqCjOzJPchINacacNqdCiRSgY3jOVmqGtA/s320/scan_24minds.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>With The Sketch Of The Brain Wave Measuring Apperatize, This Wordsmithing Came About, And Below Is My African Canuck Angel I Drew In Hospital When Call A Bigot</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GSz27-43oV1ARaH3dbphTXu7eAGxln2F8-zA9wDsxtH1RQfjs1u53-7sRe1fH28rhro0zhIjuxOoCCg0mIBAED0qduCraI2C-QX9Jg-UJULxw_4an7DqLS_3Rbg7bfOpkQOxq7J90_xvwN3kmPUzuOBSk6-tkz9-G5LOcXLhh_SGVy6gy8tAmg/s1599/scan_24AfAngel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1599" data-original-width="1193" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GSz27-43oV1ARaH3dbphTXu7eAGxln2F8-zA9wDsxtH1RQfjs1u53-7sRe1fH28rhro0zhIjuxOoCCg0mIBAED0qduCraI2C-QX9Jg-UJULxw_4an7DqLS_3Rbg7bfOpkQOxq7J90_xvwN3kmPUzuOBSk6-tkz9-G5LOcXLhh_SGVy6gy8tAmg/s320/scan_24AfAngel.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>After All, It Is Black History Month In Canada, I Did The Sketch Prior To February, Then Turned To A Hospital Staff Member And Asked, "Is it not Black History month coming up next?"</b><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here I sit baffled by my situation, I am faced with throwing out a lot of my personal property, to reconstrutruct for a move, it is hard to face alone, not knowing where to turn to start. I am scared that I will lose everything to mental health taking over my life as a last resort. I have to move out by June 30th 2024, or give two weeks notice if I find a place. I do not know what to do with my water processing table I built here, the tri-layer filters,funnels and syphoning hoses, the money invested, I need help to sort out this mess. If mental health takes over to get me a place to live, I will lose my investment in the water processing equipment, this can not happen to me, it is the third place I invested in filtering my water to save myself in colonoscopy. I emailed my water paper "Thirsting For Water Of Life" quit a few place for support, the people acknowledge through the media the process helped them as well, and I am still sitting alone with this medical concept of water for life.</div>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-68929426310102334892023-11-01T06:25:00.028-04:002023-11-05T05:07:37.835-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XXI Edition XI<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQSIGxn6Pz-bJPROQwUA9r-MRxsvNfq5xP6a2p7hAuVRjq-_1S4xg3R-bgZPnUYKyxNxWdHtsW19yCQHcaFFmr6GllZvh9w-yHZy18SFxVYbrla3y9v_gb89QRDZsBt12asVW5MR2NUPWGrvoHzxnW96m2kfdIWdFTMT4B7ZRUzsdsDQncgLY0A/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQSIGxn6Pz-bJPROQwUA9r-MRxsvNfq5xP6a2p7hAuVRjq-_1S4xg3R-bgZPnUYKyxNxWdHtsW19yCQHcaFFmr6GllZvh9w-yHZy18SFxVYbrla3y9v_gb89QRDZsBt12asVW5MR2NUPWGrvoHzxnW96m2kfdIWdFTMT4B7ZRUzsdsDQncgLY0A/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Doc GM</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Another month has rolled around once again, hence the start of another edition of the Political Messenger. I have been so busy doing practical engineering with several projects, multitasking with my tools, tha is why I have had no time to write. Stimulating the local economiy around the area of my trusted industrial hardware store, that has known me making purchases for tools and material for earning a living self employeed or on a companiy's pay role. After shopping for material for the job at hand in the engineering profession, to do my instillation and working office paper work for my company, promoting my sound business pr with a keen business sense from the experience gained over the years in engineering with qualitive workmanship for salesmanship through conversations, as I did for for various companies working for different other enterprises, other than my own work operations, for claiming all self employment on taxes, building my provincial Government's pension, ever since I came back to Montreal from the east coast. Chirstmas 1984, delusional and needing an cost effective mental health treatment plan. How I am first to write, for going on 40 years to get my craft in engineering steam rolling forward, through my established practical engineering application as an Engineering Technician with an assortment of investment in myself for my skill level as a "Schizo" in engineering. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Starting Friday morning, I worked 32 hours straight work, accomplishing a lot of work in my office and my tool shop in the apartment where I share with two others. When self employed with one's developed engineering field, it is expensive for today's tools and engineering supplies in the present world economy with two war fronts needing production of military hardware, for the coming to an end of the planet soon, as it stands now. November and the unsueing continuation of two war fronts between political view points of rival military countries, with Generals leading armies to the death of soldiers and civilians, when there is a beutiful planet to save, instead of killing each other, off with all the human resourses we now have. Surely we can muster up a team of Worldly Leaders, for a universal team lead by United Nations as a source of planet security for the benefit of tomorrow's children. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> <span> </span><span> </span></span>Trying to broker peace between endless ineffectice talks of leaders in economic power struggles with 2023 approaching the Christmas Festive Season, which I know some Canadian Islamic Folk have adopted into thier culture for their children, hence more part of the Canadian tradition with schoolastic classmates. As a devoted Christian I strongly believe in my Bible's Old Testiment, as to my own personal Exodus from over coming the stygma of mental health and schizophtenia which knows no borders, it is a human issue for all political and religious strips world wide to acknowledge the wrongs in psychiatric basket case treatment plans. What I went through in mental heath, I do not want any other person with the schizophrenia diagnosis to experience the life hardship from darn mental health biggotry at all levels of society. We all know, and can not denied Hitler and his Doctor Dearh"doing in my fellow "Schizos" during WWII, like faithful Jewish Folk getting done in. We are all in the same life boat together and I am trying to maintain the melodic hum of musing like the lister diesel engine withs sterring toward "Peace On Earth" like a deutz de-supercharger attached to it, for cooling down the tide of global warming, thus trying to drive us to safty with more ethical political manuvers for believing in a "Christ like a Musouff", while there is so much dumb political rhectoric world wide, causing too many unnessary military up risings. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-88310316617030210732023-09-30T19:15:00.088-04:002023-11-01T06:16:17.471-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XXI Edition IX<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbenao_Ny6cyFsqPUOrDMCGaR8dV_8_BmAPcRTE3QuYR5tl-tYhJ26ucmn7mbCHbHj4XSFaSi5zc9x1L7Wj__mNbS5_QMUy8S_sueBmMo5B-rpSympemhzNOrHHY5vAUvYeKAszKM_TnoxAMUE88z7JNDohJkzV6pkDoDxqSff4x_cAiDGg-SHOw/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbenao_Ny6cyFsqPUOrDMCGaR8dV_8_BmAPcRTE3QuYR5tl-tYhJ26ucmn7mbCHbHj4XSFaSi5zc9x1L7Wj__mNbS5_QMUy8S_sueBmMo5B-rpSympemhzNOrHHY5vAUvYeKAszKM_TnoxAMUE88z7JNDohJkzV6pkDoDxqSff4x_cAiDGg-SHOw/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">Doc GM</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> Here I sit in heavy memory lane, for here in Canada it is "Truth and Reconciliation Day", for our Indiginous community across the country. Just what to write, about my youth in high school as a W.A.S.P. (white,anglo saxon,protestant) where there was a 5000 student body in a regional insitution for education, where I attended as a junior and went on to graduate. The sudent body consisted of Indiginous, Caucasian Protestant and Catholic students from such families of birth, along with other Christian denominations. How do I go about writing the memory lane, of the first romance in my head over an Indiginous gal in french class from grade seven, I remember the ways I tried to charm her, then the ridicule that followed by classmates. I do not want to write about it without a lot of thought going into it. I did tell the men at the domino table out back the story. At least it is in oral tradition for now, as one of their "Slim Shady of Walkley" past expoites, amoung the men I associate with for leisure/business time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFh2bBCSRRYp5MAtPiMrQlav3EoQt4kk63X2DOg1JNd17Vb9Z9dl4zNRdUcgxovH4O-k-FzfoAWid6PKCgVN8KeGoL_LOfyT0t2ku-RtKgaYWLK4EgT9py_xPECED3QP4hUiGc1G0WwiA1nHRhcnXcMSg7-RmXLZfXRGUpErTEDXcVb0SkwI_rzA/s639/HDog.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="639" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFh2bBCSRRYp5MAtPiMrQlav3EoQt4kk63X2DOg1JNd17Vb9Z9dl4zNRdUcgxovH4O-k-FzfoAWid6PKCgVN8KeGoL_LOfyT0t2ku-RtKgaYWLK4EgT9py_xPECED3QP4hUiGc1G0WwiA1nHRhcnXcMSg7-RmXLZfXRGUpErTEDXcVb0SkwI_rzA/s320/HDog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Above is a piece of art I produced through Indiginous TV and getting art lessons from a educational show. As I learned of their Indiginous drawing lines, I put together this image in oil pastel. The original was lost to a Bailiff's container, before I became homeless in the streets of Montreal, thankfully recovered in the digital era. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> For explaining grade seven french class, I though about it and came up with a bit of a melodic talking rap, with a beat being kept with a Indiginous instrument. It seemed like a simiple way of telling the story without necessarily causing hurt, by revealing the story the wrong way. I wrote the words and in due course of working the instrument while reciting the rapping words in practice. Then when I think of it, one story leads to another, the Indiginous lassie that came to me in grade 9. I wrote her somethinmg as I remember and gave her an old key, of a barrel and flang design, while giving it I stated that it was the key to the bottomless pit. Later in life I caught her on TV, stating that indeed it was the key to the bottomless pit of stupidity. Yea, I was institutionalized at the time, and deemed one that hallucinated radio and TV, while having delusions of media association. So I had no one to talk to about it, while having to keep my mouth shut about what I heard, for fear of having to take more antipsychotics, which would have been perscribed if I had yapped about the preceived broadcast. Being angry and bitter over the mental health treatment plan I had to deal with over my life, it lead to two unforseen arrests, mouthing off the wrong way a few years back, before that trying to charm the wrong woman. So I do have something to rap about in my own way, over my sour puss romantic life that never really happened, except for in my head. </span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Then to think I am a Scot by heritage, kind of writing another type of "Amazing Grace", to think being born here and our first Prime Minister being a Scot and responsible for a lot of atrocities, sometimes our past heritage is not so pleasent. ....little pause, I must go pop pills for the Courts at the Pharmacy....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></div><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span><span>War Has Broken Out In Gaza With Israel, Forces Mobilizing, Thus There Will Be Hungrey Refugees That Need Fed On Both Sides</span></span></h2><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5tlFNTPa-D_Hi9ijPfTEaPJ4X2raymNPsj0CjkGhM4BkVDo-zk6Lz5RRab419_bwzliZp0zlXxqgkUSJrnieXPPkB4-yOkHn4fg9c2R1GHBaB9tNe0mrSILl4yoOD4V1Nq9p9LOLYClMelaF5i0GJeRQMvpkwqamRtGr54e_R_ur_L8BlV_ZAA/s619/HolocaustBoy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="479" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5tlFNTPa-D_Hi9ijPfTEaPJ4X2raymNPsj0CjkGhM4BkVDo-zk6Lz5RRab419_bwzliZp0zlXxqgkUSJrnieXPPkB4-yOkHn4fg9c2R1GHBaB9tNe0mrSILl4yoOD4V1Nq9p9LOLYClMelaF5i0GJeRQMvpkwqamRtGr54e_R_ur_L8BlV_ZAA/s320/HolocaustBoy.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>I did the above sketch going through my own moments of Holy War in my head due to my training in uniform, somehow prepared for war through my Fathers teachings and that of my Federal Government of Canada through training in engineering practice and now having schizophrenia as a handicap, which did show a bit in my training years. Hence I got through my education in Government training and during my rehab years financially at trade school, CEGEP and University level with help from Mum and Dad. With having no children of my own to support as a small business person. For this reason, it is my will to be there for the war children on both sides of this nasty disruption in the middle east, while striving for world peace with a march into the future aiming towards the need for reconition and planning towards environmental concerns for the world, having ones own heart towting the line of hope for our populess at war, and not more bloody butchering of fellow human for an answer towards peace, tolerance for others, no matter what creed or complexion with the various genetic make up of a civilization gone wrong that consists of seven basic beliefs in faith that have settled peacefully in our hearts with our Indiginous folk, can we at least humanize for a while and bring some young minds togther to demand a better future for the younger children through UN inititives, fighting for food water and medicine with schooling, so war orphans can be provided for, no matter where they are on this planet. With honesty in our heart, faith in our religious leaders, while giving to charity with a labour of love for our fellow citizens of planet Earth.<span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> My city of Montreal really pulled through for me, with assisting in preparing for extermination by a profeesional exterminating team dealing with this building, they really know what they are doing as city employees with such kind and curtious service, giving us a helping hand in here. Where my roommates and I have no immediate family, we got assistance from the city to do a proper cleaning before estermination. We were not alone in my community with help from street family and the city.to take on such a task alone as senoirs.They started washing everything down in the kitchen along with all the walls and all, then slowly worked their way to the front of the building where my chambers are located. Now ever building my company in some sort of peaceful Canadian environment, while world conflict is a foot once more, with the brewing of heavy war unless initiatives come forth soon, from United Nations Security Council.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-kt1foLYnZnjg2M87Cz1wZgQ9gluTkN7OV5Q02b8aY-5QrTAFbPzEwmV1nXDgD7SYtGfPd3yiVvTyj9t2JTy8ceqfpj2ITZ7HESXadYkAai5cvw1R_VAzz1bFRjR7aFxbYhDypnbyRnmkI0-JQURwmdhqFWlGdkoUcbt7wBiLT3hl8ytQCqPWQ/s2985/scan_2023multifaithsystem.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2079" data-original-width="2985" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-kt1foLYnZnjg2M87Cz1wZgQ9gluTkN7OV5Q02b8aY-5QrTAFbPzEwmV1nXDgD7SYtGfPd3yiVvTyj9t2JTy8ceqfpj2ITZ7HESXadYkAai5cvw1R_VAzz1bFRjR7aFxbYhDypnbyRnmkI0-JQURwmdhqFWlGdkoUcbt7wBiLT3hl8ytQCqPWQ/s320/scan_2023multifaithsystem.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span><h4>Ink Brush Art Depicting The history Of Great Prophets From Our Human History Above</h4><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYpKdyqJemV5sZycnxBtVjbvShJaETqVbtLCSWdqrdj6kX_4OCLeNg6dMiC-ifdzG8g-JI4OAMOZTYm7IdQzi1fSUmpG5XFwhv00CfIMTx-M-YHRCVzv5Z44tznXy0jLXrGGPkG_qAoWeqfqaIUFOh8Dklaq0S5AaeNcnhueke_AqIwpnj_w75g/s4160/2023ScarProject.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="728" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYpKdyqJemV5sZycnxBtVjbvShJaETqVbtLCSWdqrdj6kX_4OCLeNg6dMiC-ifdzG8g-JI4OAMOZTYm7IdQzi1fSUmpG5XFwhv00CfIMTx-M-YHRCVzv5Z44tznXy0jLXrGGPkG_qAoWeqfqaIUFOh8Dklaq0S5AaeNcnhueke_AqIwpnj_w75g/w518-h728/2023ScarProject.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: center;">Shadows And Light My Way, Bounceing Off The Quebec Artist Jean Pierre Reapelle</h4><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> There is a lot to this image, I do not have time to explain it all. Sit back and study what you make of this through analysising my work of art as a whole image, with individual pieces like a chess game of humanity. Also bouncing off, ricko-shading style from an Indeginious Artist's "The Scar Project", that can be found through Google searches. From older African surreal Iconic art, to surreal Iconic Indeginious thought, to the dogma of religious thought. Now approaching the time of Canadians Remembering our lost soldiers as our Canadian time of "Rememberance Day" the 11:00 hour, of the 11th day, during the 11th month emerging, as war brews across the middle East while the Ukraine and Russians battle it out. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidwkH7AlVFDxDrSZjJxxppaXs99UHfTsOd82mzxPLOwnAECE4Q_bpaqt0dbNxJL0VW42IiDzvhiNUxKVpHYTFG-YevHY4e8kn_5FhEQ1fKw1sNWElvhVbmAiHffhaBQ38iXu6tPOyeAAV3USUyPPCwQaCC3o0Sx7WIQoEIO2wg4x8Sm0jDTvxowA/s639/MaplePoppy3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="464" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidwkH7AlVFDxDrSZjJxxppaXs99UHfTsOd82mzxPLOwnAECE4Q_bpaqt0dbNxJL0VW42IiDzvhiNUxKVpHYTFG-YevHY4e8kn_5FhEQ1fKw1sNWElvhVbmAiHffhaBQ38iXu6tPOyeAAV3USUyPPCwQaCC3o0Sx7WIQoEIO2wg4x8Sm0jDTvxowA/s320/MaplePoppy3.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3>Rememberance Day Is Marching Upon Us As Canadians, With The True North Strong And Free, Since Our Shit Ass History Began Under The Era Of Sir John A MacDonald And His Legacy As Prime Minister.</h3><h3>It Is Poppy Time Again !!! </h3><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> It was around 2007- 08 when I first posted this piece of poppy art. Long time ago I told a Canadian Operative that I would be thier "Poppy Maker" for the Canadian Government, as they strive for "World Peace", stemming from our "Peace Tower Clock" in Ottawa. Which is running out of time with Global warming. To use the words, "Onward Christian Soldier" to save our Planet from what it has become, as a bit of a lost society. It is becoming more and more essential that our younger generations of Canadian War Vets get what they need in up to date financing as Canadian Vets unionize in hope, faith, and charity together. Thus promoting as many poppy sales as we can, there for contributing as much as possible to modern War vet mental health issues, like my own isues from what was cold war operations in the North Atlantic. Due to rising costs for catering as much as possible for Vets to meet the new demands of modern economics, while war is brewing around planet territorial religions intertwining with Governments in dispute. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVez1t0o3zMjI-bfi27v2vmgcPBbDLNrj5ANKSJNnznOB6J-pqMyQ4XJkCePObMsjYDBd0cERyNhpNm7j91hjjXYMqb7GepeDpa_9FLHndsadWW7mkEqpS-W0uVAVQX_El3kPI7yNMOplTBHqGs-4Q_vUF-qz1fRlK-AoVvD5vGL0eiy7oSh4K1Q/s4160/2023BMark.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVez1t0o3zMjI-bfi27v2vmgcPBbDLNrj5ANKSJNnznOB6J-pqMyQ4XJkCePObMsjYDBd0cERyNhpNm7j91hjjXYMqb7GepeDpa_9FLHndsadWW7mkEqpS-W0uVAVQX_El3kPI7yNMOplTBHqGs-4Q_vUF-qz1fRlK-AoVvD5vGL0eiy7oSh4K1Q/s320/2023BMark.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3>My Grandfather's Honour Of Service From WWI, I inherited His Scottish Nose For Trouble, As A Canadian Human "Hound Dog"For Government Needs, Bit Of A Wolvine Nightmare Around That Title. </h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi481YfrPQYVbrnx2z_JEMNU1WA2Vwq3EX33eaN26nZV51PMbFoi03QklHX5c3eULe0O-Q3l0r0UXnRfa2LgBx1xmN4RWbFOmcpa3SgU6pcPhHWW_yOidw_y7C3VXYp-h3aCY-Tl5xib7bdy3TeL4Gu6VKycws6_EC4GMKY5zCiEBxiw2PyubZB9Q/s640/remembrance.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi481YfrPQYVbrnx2z_JEMNU1WA2Vwq3EX33eaN26nZV51PMbFoi03QklHX5c3eULe0O-Q3l0r0UXnRfa2LgBx1xmN4RWbFOmcpa3SgU6pcPhHWW_yOidw_y7C3VXYp-h3aCY-Tl5xib7bdy3TeL4Gu6VKycws6_EC4GMKY5zCiEBxiw2PyubZB9Q/s320/remembrance.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3>Books Of Assorted Faiths, Some How Intertwined With A Poppy, I Know Of One Canadian War Story, How In WWI, An Angel On A Horse Lead Our Troops Into A Battle. The Spirit Of Being In Canadian Soldiering Is Precious</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjG4C8midE6qP1tSKEaAbOdEAkH1VFbcSSQ_gm-sVgXlRyZsVWqezAWrPf-CcO0W399REtzS_oFsjaPtILOgIzhBXxpTli5L_jE4qCPRfyg5ijxey0EwAdoqp26qwDpcpAjNA1ynfwLrV_GPUj0k7pPewLH9kz4NytiP52NLYSz6akn-ZoMpnhDQ/s2924/scan_2023MotherChild.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2924" data-original-width="2050" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjG4C8midE6qP1tSKEaAbOdEAkH1VFbcSSQ_gm-sVgXlRyZsVWqezAWrPf-CcO0W399REtzS_oFsjaPtILOgIzhBXxpTli5L_jE4qCPRfyg5ijxey0EwAdoqp26qwDpcpAjNA1ynfwLrV_GPUj0k7pPewLH9kz4NytiP52NLYSz6akn-ZoMpnhDQ/s320/scan_2023MotherChild.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><h3>No Matter Where You Go On This Planet, People Generally Love Their Children, Some Are Brought Up In A Peaceful Environment, While Others Are Caught Up In A Holy War, Which Is Unjust</h3><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></div></div><h3><br /></h3><span><br /></span></div></div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-37100613552805416932023-09-04T14:59:00.086-04:002023-10-01T17:27:28.934-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol.XXI Edition VIII<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZqLIgi3qt7tvm97mA5HeZtZI1CTHgVIl-VZy6fG1hH7BMGD34XwFcg4YbxC_0jSRVwD2i8b9ERWA5NWGtB1rXgeyg0tqTbu2fDsP0YUz0PzObTlEDTobXvh2eU9e999PqZYnY7oe5P8ikjWcDWUo1SxR7t7a2eqKT_RpbrmTTTVtPTG5UF-iBA/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZqLIgi3qt7tvm97mA5HeZtZI1CTHgVIl-VZy6fG1hH7BMGD34XwFcg4YbxC_0jSRVwD2i8b9ERWA5NWGtB1rXgeyg0tqTbu2fDsP0YUz0PzObTlEDTobXvh2eU9e999PqZYnY7oe5P8ikjWcDWUo1SxR7t7a2eqKT_RpbrmTTTVtPTG5UF-iBA/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Doc GM</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span>Here the end of August and rolling into September on Labour Day weekend, still alone too much around my Schizo/Genius type approach to my art and engineering, which has a hard time getting off the ground, to bring monetary rewards in the wallet. As much as I envisioned in art and engineering, I am still determined to succeed late in life, thanks to my survival skills as a mental health consumer with a solid education. With having electromagnetics being part of my education, I envisioned a proto-type from recycled parts. I took it to Politicians for help, having an education as a mental health consumer helped me through, to have the upper edge in life, while surviving in the mental health system. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> The regional mental health clinic that I deal with, sees me in a bit of a different light, for what I went through standing up for the National Building Code, and becoming an angry man over it. Now that I have backing, that I know what I am doing with a tool in my hand, and good at helping to solve engineering problems, I command a lot of respect. I figured out how sewer mains in my neighbourhood need tending too, as I was put to work to resolve a flooding issue, by a neighbourhood management of property team. </span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> What to write? I have succeeded with my education somewhat, the cheque is to come! An Engineer that I have a lot of respect for, stated to me I am getting paid consulting with him. He is back working full time from part time, through my inspirational emails for endeavors with him like way back. He knows me, long before all my dark years of my mental health problems. Things I wrote on the Internet or felt during the dark years of my mental health treatment, bitter and angry with what my treatment plan did to me. Mental Health Workers were in denial of my media attention, and street gossip around me, told me I was hallucinating when I was not. I am still damaged goods from what the mental health system did to me with their denial of truths and reality.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I am back painting my canvas for the art show at the Mental Health Clinic that I deal with, the original version was done studying a drawing, when in the Montreal psychiaric prison getting an evaluation for the Courts, when abused by the Canadian system. The Canadian Courts hold the colour of my mind against me through schizophrenia, as pre-judgement with and through our own stereo typical biggotry like any where else in the World. Accountability of what has gone on during my growth over the years must come about, to earn a decent living again without the psychiatric stigma. Canada always had to walk a thorny path as a member of NATO, while being open to our humanitary services to the World, no one country is perfect. It was once stated at United Nations that fellow members all said, yes indeed all Countries have illegal activities, which is becoming more and more obsolete with a Planet in crisis with Gobal warming. Everybody has to do their part to save a fair and just society, which is earned through hard labour of elected officials guiding us, which sometimes lead to war policing each other as countries. Our march with weaponary was always done, through being followers of what ever political regime that tries to work within the UN Security Council, or outside of its mandate. It does not make war right, where do we find a balance to deal with outlandish idealogies from the far right to far left, while serving up our humanitarian efforts for the less privilaged or those in crisis from destruction through war, over bearing politics, or natural destructive forces of the Planet. Due to what ever idealogies individuals are caught up in, who survives with who? We do not paint a pretty picture of ourselves as a society, trying to be a workable civilization in union, to save ourselves from ourselves. </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> I am trying to save myself with the odds of the mental health system against me, now with the evidense of osteoporosis in my hands from long term use of anti-psychotics, I got a phone call back from one of the over worked members of the mental health clinic. Finally!! Attention long over due around the state of my hands with osteoporosis. I knew what my Mother's hands were like with age and diagnosis, but she was a lot older for age with the condition, than I am presently in. I need a special treatment plan so I can continue growing somehow with this new aging process of schizophrenia upon me, to deal with my changing hands of osteoporosis and associated pain. With a visit to my Dentist, I got some teeth repaired during the morning on the last Monday of September, which is today. Still asking myself? How I fit into a bigger picture with this issue at hand, osteoporosis. I promised to just bang back the pills for the Court order, until seen for my hands next week. I admit to the mental health team that I have smoked pot along the way as a Canadian, it often helped with digestion, nerves, pain, and could be part of what ever bad side effects such as in prescribed medications and mixing them. It could have been affecting me in my fingers, while working a tool over the years and smoking and drinking after work, should not be dismissed as a cause. A lot of the time that was all I had, alone with my schizophrenia. I smoked a fair bit of pot in my life time, while popping pills, and taking injections, handicapping me or not. I did apply intelligence for survival over</span> the years with going to school, it is just what comes out now with being later in life, as a person with schizophrenia caught up in the Courts, as a low income tax absorber for money. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> The system allows me to just survive, with bad habits yes, as to my pot consumption. I quit cigarettes for the most part, stay off them most of the time, and do not take alcohol any more. With recent need to steady my nerves, I have reached for cigarettes, but hold back from smoking the majority of time. I am fighting the system in the Courts, it does rattle one's cage, makes you nervous to be precise. Got to head to the Pharmacy now, to take my pills infront of him/her, until later.... home again and feeling lost to the system. Years back I cried out on the Internet over not being able to function and write for extra paramidal side effects, I got through that and back functioning to produce. Now my past activities may be my end all for my joints, cold and damp and they are hurting coming home from the Pharmacy....I will leave it at that for now.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> I asked my Pharmacist for an anti pot smoking aid at one point, like the nicorette cigarette tube to suck on, with a interchangable charge of nicotine, which I used with the patch getting off tobacco. It is like I need a green one for pot to help me out, and save my lungs. It still feels like I still have to beg for help, in a more demanding over worked system in mental health. The over salivitation seems to be getting worse, it has been a sore point with me for a long time. My pillow still soaks at night dripping on it, they say medication for side effect, but it do not taste too good putting under one's tonque. Just another thing to deal with, wondering alone, trying to deal with medication levels and side effects for the Courts. </span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> Going through the Courts, I onced said to a Judge, you want to pass your water on your bench through my filters. Well I am still caught up in processing my water some for the rust in the old pipes of the building. </span></span></span>It could be saving me once again, even although I do not eat the best with my budget to economy. How I must try to process water, lack of financing to do it right, but struggling to do it, while not being able to afford bottled water at the end of the month. I can drink a lot of coffee during the day, just adding to my nervous situation as a coffee consumer, and worried what my life has become sipping coffee. Gossip spreads fast going to the Pharmacy every night, being seen popping the pills, the street gossip and all is getting a bit much. The arguements that I started, for one being told I proved that I am or was fit to breed, before I put forth the osteoporosis state of my hands to the system. I do not know what to make of it, why was I deemed unfit to breed in the first place, due to the schizophrenia issue? Phobias and schizophrenia run side by side, some people with schizophrenia make the news in another way that is not so pleasent. I got caught up in the system the wrong way with the Courts myself, while fighting for justice from my past during mental health years, defending the National Building Code, then with the media commenting on the situation with who I am after the fact, or became after the years. Some believe in my water paper and engineering for me to succeed, thanks for that in my life, I am not totally alone.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-68731252709995585962023-07-31T07:01:00.023-04:002023-09-04T14:57:10.231-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XXI Edition VII<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMugO-kezL8fUmITuaXFhWEKeHlQtkVYM7xzNtXQcpUqW4Am6XrCgQqa6fe9DbdoGuoVkvyRbeho-WZWUWcf1sgYmN7-j-N7NwhFTIgF7M2Z34Xz5yGmMmhgx_V8MztxexoE1S3S12WpmQ89K3IdpJF2Fu9Gp_FPDUKfsC0J2BOPphPAN_LAU8g/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMugO-kezL8fUmITuaXFhWEKeHlQtkVYM7xzNtXQcpUqW4Am6XrCgQqa6fe9DbdoGuoVkvyRbeho-WZWUWcf1sgYmN7-j-N7NwhFTIgF7M2Z34Xz5yGmMmhgx_V8MztxexoE1S3S12WpmQ89K3IdpJF2Fu9Gp_FPDUKfsC0J2BOPphPAN_LAU8g/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">Doc GM</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span>Here we go again, another new posting has come upon me. Time has just flown by this summer, as I took the oppitunity to do physical labour again, working my assortment of engineering tools. Like the men around me now say," do not mess with him when he is working a tool, he knows what he is doing with an engineering tool in his hand". Now that I have rebuilt my engineering career once again and well respected with working a tool to create or fix an item within my skilled capacity. I did not know I was slandered royally when standing up for the National Building Code, as an educated Canadian citizen proving that I am fit to work once again with my skills in art and engineering. Below is an art creation, done dreaming of a wife and child to be, as an older man who is well put together and has something to offer a woman in a solid relationship. My people in our neighbourhood are trying to hook me up with a woman, I am working on that my way, so here is my recent piece of art below, from studying a statuette of a similar design.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmL_GxlcYLXmFaM9Q-eCIuD-dA-YTCCG0uHwc2AaTRblvI2vvr3QugfIfjOSIdKjmdDajlshrAWp-b4IktsDLHHzLsAo6DKEnx0aqD9MNmuhxybKigPPgBnZHm1aYMSkNY8DJ0cKNQLpFnc45lILPSggC4KZLrJHeiU1z848OJqEVGR2ht9EOGTw/s2920/scan_2023WomanChild.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2920" data-original-width="2011" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmL_GxlcYLXmFaM9Q-eCIuD-dA-YTCCG0uHwc2AaTRblvI2vvr3QugfIfjOSIdKjmdDajlshrAWp-b4IktsDLHHzLsAo6DKEnx0aqD9MNmuhxybKigPPgBnZHm1aYMSkNY8DJ0cKNQLpFnc45lILPSggC4KZLrJHeiU1z848OJqEVGR2ht9EOGTw/s320/scan_2023WomanChild.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> As they say, strange thinks happen in time and space, as to how my life is turning out for the benefit of NATO, and NORAD command. My Father was a Canadian Military researcher of a sort, then Father like son, as to Cat Stevens song "Cats In The Cradle". I am getting more into youtube and enjoying their artificial intelligent for leading me in song themes. Music from Government training in the Canadian Coast Guard, even going to the point to try and join the Canadian Military in the Princess Patricia Regiment of Montreal, when they were advertising for recruits during my battles over the Canadian National Building Code. I cut my own deal in life starting at a young age, from being a Cub Scout to Military application of survival tactics in an "Urban Jungle". I am a team player in society, rangling my way through a society that could collapse with too many followers of dumb ways, compared to being a bit of a stratigest trying to save society, taking on the environmental issues of 2023, with a keen eye on a military prospective.</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Another good application of artificial intelligence (AI), is for my hands with being small boned and having medication inducing osteoporosis from long term use of antipsychotics for my schizophrenia. Picture comparison study and artificially predicting outcome of busted knuckles from osteoporosis over time, predicting out come and preventive treatment plan through actificially comparing worsening pictures, from my first image, to a second or third over time over time. For someone trying to be me in writing technique, and style, through AI, is not for me to deal with but the Courts for copyright protection. I would not like AI taking over my writing capabilities, I would not want AI to do the writing for me, or have another individual thinking they can be me in writing through AI capabilities. </span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ORJf2uYUArN5hmuTJ_iCAtVEZKJcp4yh9YeZ8M7NguYzLj4L1Z0tsuVZ48OTMLNI0X2CBcAto2wIJ0j-A1gyj_JmFnTRVWXbBfWIA9W6VUcxLAiGk_sSYwQoRka1dY8CxUpVDnpgqVPkSu3ARLm-z0Hr5EPY0z0yqt9TDDO4WgOPdxTUD4mY8w/s4160/2023LeftHand.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ORJf2uYUArN5hmuTJ_iCAtVEZKJcp4yh9YeZ8M7NguYzLj4L1Z0tsuVZ48OTMLNI0X2CBcAto2wIJ0j-A1gyj_JmFnTRVWXbBfWIA9W6VUcxLAiGk_sSYwQoRka1dY8CxUpVDnpgqVPkSu3ARLm-z0Hr5EPY0z0yqt9TDDO4WgOPdxTUD4mY8w/s320/2023LeftHand.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></span></div> No life li</span></span></span><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;">ke it so to speak.....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>It is now coming up the last days of August, and I have not written in a bit. As the wild fires are decending on Canada, and the World with the parched dry forests, I myself am looking into a way out of a difficult situation that my life has become. Going nuts trying to get financed for my labours working with the system and it does not seem to want to pay for my labours. How do I go about writing what I have come across in another engineering faulty workmanship, past enemies come out to haunt my present position a bit. I could write an engineering report for Government with being properly financed, even if it is through past investments I made for myself, coming forth in my wallet for what I am all about with my water processing, and window filter box concept for health, along with other proto-types. </div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-24118537184286953282023-06-28T07:15:00.033-04:002023-09-04T15:00:03.564-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XXI Edition VI<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1H42B1y3J66lpx7X0SEK9-L3vosfDDOTxYwVvvaRWYSDMynEcH2RkNDhVu__LrA5bvaeMa_9tHIw0jcjF44qhAWXf7kFhemjDyASXbCDxstR7IvXz62K6NG1V0Lzn-23HVHk7oRiOEE12K_RjV5KrA5q4wN7pVTE9tNOxd6r2G5xVj53r-BDFg/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1H42B1y3J66lpx7X0SEK9-L3vosfDDOTxYwVvvaRWYSDMynEcH2RkNDhVu__LrA5bvaeMa_9tHIw0jcjF44qhAWXf7kFhemjDyASXbCDxstR7IvXz62K6NG1V0Lzn-23HVHk7oRiOEE12K_RjV5KrA5q4wN7pVTE9tNOxd6r2G5xVj53r-BDFg/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;">Doc GM</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span>It has been a while since I made a blog posting. I have been so busy since the TAQ hearing I went through, I will be getting a copy of the TAQ decision in the mail. As it turns out, between caulking the gap between the floor and wall in my rented apartment, along with processing water through my system of filtering water by gravity with funnels, while paper and cotton filters are inserted into them, I am all the more healthier as age comes upon me. From studying a famous Quebec artist named Jean-Pierre Riopelle, I produced this star burst with chaulk pastel. I am star struck with what my life has become and studying the image below, as to the little star I am becoming as Doc GM, (A.K.A. "Slim Shady of Walkley"). The star burst was done way back, when I was still part of a mental health art group, while in the homeless missions of Montreal. I am healthier as a result of my efforts to succeed, I have also been working on my art show, that has been arranged through the help of the mental health clinic at the CLSC, that does my mental health follow up for the Courts.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xQeB-eQPCUEmrvo4wBPyh707KsyZrpOw9xLM5JRE_4nHYHEWmy1snbR-XHhhWW8t5ilzs51lBkiBeOPkv5mdNj_yD94DNKFgQsj7_slhchW9CHQPBPPmMy75GQb8zuVAGYj6-tmb_Qogqx7d6mwMkGmjoLo2CAT1NyOsszCtTZ07HKXvnRzZXw/s3278/scan_2023StarBurst.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3278" data-original-width="2550" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xQeB-eQPCUEmrvo4wBPyh707KsyZrpOw9xLM5JRE_4nHYHEWmy1snbR-XHhhWW8t5ilzs51lBkiBeOPkv5mdNj_yD94DNKFgQsj7_slhchW9CHQPBPPmMy75GQb8zuVAGYj6-tmb_Qogqx7d6mwMkGmjoLo2CAT1NyOsszCtTZ07HKXvnRzZXw/s320/scan_2023StarBurst.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> How my own faith in being a believer in a Christian philosophy around old and new scriptures, found in our Bible. I have found some sort of salvation ever since I went into the homeless missions and then long term care 10 years ago in the summer of 2013. With a Lawyer a Social worker I got out of long term care and became "Slim Shady of Walkley", my beloved street family and what my life became when the men took me in over time, and like they can all profess, I know what I am doing with a tool in my hand. May it be for doing art or as a Engineering Technician forging material at my now productive work bench with my tools. I remember way back in here, the doomed home I made for myself since I lost both my parents and contact for any other close family member in Canada. Below is an image I did during some darker years in mental health. and having some incriminatory incidents as a Greek Tragity, the Officer and Gentilman from the Coast Guard that ending up with a sort of criminal record by Quebec Courts. The Lamb under the protective grip of the Courts and pyschiatry, artistically produced while incarsarated. See image below:</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNl4UYdQk0mWhgaFriS_Is63gj2BArFEL1a8S6nUJTK4mW6CIRYuCtrU1AJfBI9B_Ww5PfmlcRYpxTbLNMmLUWuwfbxCQxgASrVYkmVP15McBVOtx4f9vqAXB8T6pT6WM-gF0I8jk-bbQeb1T8HB6qv4_toBub2KXmrbmaA3Tu2hbENsKQ_XwxMw/s2773/scan_2023lambandman.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2773" data-original-width="2017" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNl4UYdQk0mWhgaFriS_Is63gj2BArFEL1a8S6nUJTK4mW6CIRYuCtrU1AJfBI9B_Ww5PfmlcRYpxTbLNMmLUWuwfbxCQxgASrVYkmVP15McBVOtx4f9vqAXB8T6pT6WM-gF0I8jk-bbQeb1T8HB6qv4_toBub2KXmrbmaA3Tu2hbENsKQ_XwxMw/s320/scan_2023lambandman.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> As I put together the start of this section of the posting, at this point in time...."taking care of business every day", makes for my theme song as to, the BTO song of my youth in the '70s! Yea, even money issues over my writings, and physical labours,</span><span> with acknowledgement of my work efforts as a mental health consumer that learned how to write at the University level. The studying cost money and investment.! How can one, through writing be able to somehow support the Writers strike in the States. I support my writings from a well earned pension cheque, it was a forum of writing therapy for getting me working with a gracious Provincial system of work and paying taxes. While still bringing home a cheque to survive on as a Pensioner over 60, with such a cheque developed through paying taxes all my life to the Provincial pension plan in Quebec. Even if it is the Government tax plan from, a income tax paying system, for an individual that works or learning how to work.....to looking for work is work that makes work...it is all work that needs a small "Hero Biskit" for their labour of love, to volunteer within a community or for a race of people, one with human issues different from others, that needs tolerance applied as a science. In my own determination, perhaps soon I will pay my fee for the Canadian Writers Guild...My birthday present for myself in August, at least I want to pay for work done in writng, proving I am fit for some sort of physical labour or for a rewarding pay cheque in the end for my labour of love in physical labour as a Engineering Technician. Writing on various topics as a mental health consumer that always worked around buildings and machinary, developing my skills to obtain a pension plan, in continued growth financially with my community backing me to get civil engineering of a certain standard, in a metropolus that has an ambundance of homeless individuals, that need a place to live and get back working, as we need all the home grown workers we can get for this economy of August 2023. </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span></div>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-30512972430401986712023-05-29T19:49:00.051-04:002023-06-14T16:55:56.330-04:00Doc GM Political Messenger Vol. XXI Edition V<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFL3wZqkvUC6UDJuaotNfpjs6jkJ4anbFI_19EjKkntMfmii9dqafIjGAb_R3oIY44ZqHrl3DgquPq3Y-p3cQpUia0Uda9TB-80Fau6So-cjb6ZuSw66d6NIe8WlYhQquUwEXCjR80cDSTlQl4qWksTJo3yzxERyyn-AnoKrYMn4OvPcY0aA/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFL3wZqkvUC6UDJuaotNfpjs6jkJ4anbFI_19EjKkntMfmii9dqafIjGAb_R3oIY44ZqHrl3DgquPq3Y-p3cQpUia0Uda9TB-80Fau6So-cjb6ZuSw66d6NIe8WlYhQquUwEXCjR80cDSTlQl4qWksTJo3yzxERyyn-AnoKrYMn4OvPcY0aA/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Doc GM</span></p><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Sat Out Side The TAQ Hearing Today, So I Would Not Come Home Angry, I Let My Lawyers Handle It All</span></h2><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> I let my legal Team handle everything this afternoon, I just had to identify myself, then I exited the conferance room, I knew what the Psychiatrist was going to say, it pissed me off geting the document in the mail, I did not need to listen to it being read. It has been a long time since I valued a psychiatric opinion, I went through a lot proving I had more than shit for brains, it got me this far in life! My own little Biblical story of finding salvation, blooming late in life, no matter what I do I get more backing to carry my own little cross in life. When there was nothing, I still had something through the scriptures to cling on to, that power of prayer will get me through, by meditation and being open to receive insight when it comes, in the various ways that is offered in spiritually believing. </span><br /></div><div><span><br /></span></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">Believing In Psalm 23 To Carry Me Through Troubled Times</h2><div><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlOc55ITs0mEN3hKV4upxkn_kXyODWyNLtxBtTyq2h3s9f1wjkpfp2Eut3p6ja46yS7yZVR-572ELrCI7ylgCK8LuB99NOEvH624RcjRtj7QqCwVbmXZGrcCV1S8s3NZ0d41bGcj_d5lGzc1ny7g48iGM-UddtXUautaZSR_YdElpNMmgFrg/s1686/scan_2023LordPrayer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1686" data-original-width="1137" height="527" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlOc55ITs0mEN3hKV4upxkn_kXyODWyNLtxBtTyq2h3s9f1wjkpfp2Eut3p6ja46yS7yZVR-572ELrCI7ylgCK8LuB99NOEvH624RcjRtj7QqCwVbmXZGrcCV1S8s3NZ0d41bGcj_d5lGzc1ny7g48iGM-UddtXUautaZSR_YdElpNMmgFrg/w367-h527/scan_2023LordPrayer.jpg" width="367" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span><b>Print From Canadian Bible Society, Design: ABS, 1995</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>Which Leads To My Piece Of Art Below</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jqgUsdhSJAX9QqtCJX3IFgnAGbSVd5HyH0Z4TmWkJ6-7ydNOstevX3tFARJPG30FTgicN0qVXvL5kNylL_Y9O2FGg7M1ST9aZp6b9xzjxb_-QQPIQZ7ve882NyXwWY0TfiEHStvundDiVTbKwzjP5a76zUGzkHnawQFpB423FaVPYMoYY8c/s1561/scan_2023Table%20Angels.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1561" data-original-width="1231" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jqgUsdhSJAX9QqtCJX3IFgnAGbSVd5HyH0Z4TmWkJ6-7ydNOstevX3tFARJPG30FTgicN0qVXvL5kNylL_Y9O2FGg7M1ST9aZp6b9xzjxb_-QQPIQZ7ve882NyXwWY0TfiEHStvundDiVTbKwzjP5a76zUGzkHnawQFpB423FaVPYMoYY8c/s320/scan_2023Table%20Angels.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div>The Comfortng Table Of The Lord</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><b><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></b></span></div><div><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> The angel and table pencil sketch was done while passing through Court as a victom, in my jail cell there was my Bible I packed when arrested, and a Church booklet in my cell, which I used as inspiration to produce this particular piece of art. I was able to get pencil and paper off the Guards and kept myself busy doing sketches.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> Here it is after near a week since the TAQ hearing, I reflect on an old reoccuring dream I had when young, how I could not load the truck of life. The dreams prepared me in a certain way, for what my life became with mental health poverty, through the schizophrenic issues I carry as a consumer. I was always a eccentric since young, leading to lonely feeling most of my life, When I was alone too much I could go delusional as an "apartment hermit", having no interaction with others. With the warmer weather I am meeting contacts again to try and get some work, my art is also encouraged. I am proving my point with the water, the ailments I went through not filtering building rusty pipe water. My aches and pains and stiffness came about, so I started on bottled water with the start of the month budget, and feeling better already with less stiffness waking up. </span></div><div><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> For getting a good work out yesterday, doing physical labour cleaning a contractor's van with him, I did not feel all that bad in my morning movements. My morning coffee is also filtered water through my demise of course, it does make for a better wake up coffee after my vitamins and breakfast. When working yesterday, I put my stethoscope probe to my ShopVac, before and after being cleaned. There are definitely different sound waves between clean and dirty state of the ShopVac. This concept applies to any piece of machinary that the stethoscope probe is put to. What comes to mind, putting out the wild fires across the Country, for our water bombers to have my stethoscopy probe as a device for a cell phone maintaining a sound history, to monitor the aircraft's engine for optimal operation requirements during the present forest fire season. Then we have to put up my cotton and curtain shear window filters to save us from the dense smoke blanketing the country. To cut home heating air filters for furnaces, they can be used in alliance with the cotton teary cloth and curtain sheer polyester as a filter in windows for those with weaker lungs.</span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> That was what I am up to engineering wise, between my stethoscope probe developement plan and trying to be an influence towards recycling and waste management in my community, while I work towards cleaner water through my filtration process by gravity, through tri-layer cotton and polyester filters I had custom made for the purpose. The water filters have been mentioned in Court documents, what I went through and now the whole country needs my window filtration help from our raging forest fires, with the smoke blowing over majar centers of population, interior cleaning from smoke particales landing on furniture will all need to be cleaned. I have learned the hard way how smoke from structure fires just eat at guitar strings, so they pop when tuning. I was in hospital once, when smoke from a down town fire plastered the hospital with dust and ash.</span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> My spring cleaning has not stopped, I am getting more and more accomplished around my apartment that I share with two other senior adults. After getting a new desk, I have restructured my room and I am getting organized with working my tools, have made a work bench with vice for holding parts for forging the material of my choice . Then I have recieved an oppitunity to have an art show, finally walls out side of my own room, to put up my creations in a public place again is tickling my zeal of purpose. This is all thanks to the SIM Team that I work with in mental health, for my schizophrenia issues that come with the mental health turf of complications. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> I am a good sales man on the phone, the other end does not know my mental health issues, I am taken more seriously in engineering conversation for my pro-types, some multi national companies that one has to deal with, are a hard sell, even when using their product and modifying it for another engineered purpose. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span><br /></span></span></span></div>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-58575993352742381582023-04-26T18:30:00.118-04:002023-05-24T14:08:05.744-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol.XXI Edition IV<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ks0KpPiUtjxuBqgrMC_jXaEWR_CUqmqecGRuwl04zS2PB-O6gHDrQ0VdYVYArEzDNmrBCC_hASqY5ijgYQS6m411E2p_DFiIaTSO-rfbC7qxymoi47Cu_gD2M53hPPUxN3HqTe7Z6cWFbekdyIOqlUvz5t2nx0fznPZ1zPT6LLcU_oziRas/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ks0KpPiUtjxuBqgrMC_jXaEWR_CUqmqecGRuwl04zS2PB-O6gHDrQ0VdYVYArEzDNmrBCC_hASqY5ijgYQS6m411E2p_DFiIaTSO-rfbC7qxymoi47Cu_gD2M53hPPUxN3HqTe7Z6cWFbekdyIOqlUvz5t2nx0fznPZ1zPT6LLcU_oziRas/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><h2 style="text-align: center;">With April's Warmer Weather, I Have Been Making More Money Again During Spring Clean Up, Which Leads For More Work Down The Line</h2><div>Working for peanuts but proving I am fit for some type of work, and handy during spring clean up in my community. Working with the Government line of 311 for municipal pick up of trash and recycliables, while trying to synchronise scrap metal collection and collecting hardware off furniture, as a way of collecting poundage for recycling efforts. Gunning for the nickel and dimes it is worth, for budget investment in myself and company. It is difficult to get proper scrap dealers organized to handle recycling of neighbourhood household electrics and electronics. The price of fuel for a truck to properly handle recycling of certain household items, makes it more and more difficult to accomplish the recycling that needs to be done.</div><div style="text-align: left;">How do I try and put it, my street is not for sale, nor is my community around the street I am part of, foreign Nationals that can not even be part of writing a lease correctly with a Canadian citizen, has become a real hornet's nest of complications unfolding. How can one sign a lease and not understand what is written on it? I was pushed into a lease without it being hammered out right for my needs. It was like just sign the paper, so I wrote and signed, technical he accepted my ammendment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwfD2pT60SAuXdw5bvdOBw-xRU9Mfg3Zzc9aM8EfYR9fe-EfYGH2P1Yp7O4hBOfcIdmyD6mghpMZYA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So I have something to chant about, while learning the microphone with an instrument in my hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As a mental health consumer it has always been difficult proving I am fit for work of some sort. My specialty developing around practical engineering application for recycling in my community and sterilizing the dirty garbage bins How to convince people to do it with the right objective in mind, to recycle better and more effectively. Trying to get the political influence to move a mountain of complications around domestic, and industrial waste or recycling, starting at the street level within the community. The crews that handle the city's waste management and recycling have to be commended for what they put up with, while trying to handle the island's waste and recycling management with the different levels of Government in a semi structured society for proper recycling and waste management. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am getting fed up again with what I have to deal with, I am sick and tired of people finding problem with me the mental health consumer! The weaker mind so to speak, that never can do anything right according to those around me in the mental health staff that I deal with. All some people want to do is argue with me for what? At 62 years old, it is like I am not wanted in Canadian society, not allowed to earn a decent living and be in decent accomidations through my art and engineering talents. I did not know mental health consumers like myself, are not wanted in Canadian society for the most part, but can be used for free labour sometimes, making present emotions and feelings. I deal with people pushing to argue with me, while others see the light in me, and I have to end the arguing with the wit of my tonque. The visit from the mental health staff member turned sour when the individual incinuated I hallucinate the media still. Why am I in this God awful mess of a situation once again, as an educated mental health consumer that does not feel wanted by society, while part of my story has been in the media for a long time. It is that stumbling block one feels as a complex as a consumer. Someone can prove me wrong when ever they like. I have no life due to the stigma of mental health and what comes with the title, now I am hallucinating the media again before the up coming Tribunal. I am really damaged goods over this issue and trying to find my way through it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sorting out this mess of emotions...editing and sorting thoughts...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Judges, Lawyers, Doctor and Pharmacist with their staff, make all the money in mental health, if I do something to better my life, I get pushed around and done in every time, it has been five years and still waiting for my inheritance from Mum's passing. This is a sample of how nothing goes right around me, I get a complex like anyone else. There has been unjustified practice of pushing me around and insulting my intelligence. I take out the issue on said people I deal with for the courts, that are suppose to protect me, instead I go narrow minded and blaming the system that is failing around me. I am due at a Tribunal, to be judged again. I can not even be an Engineering Technician, which I went to school for, to earn a living and keeping busy somehow. What I went through, proving I know what I am doing with a tool in my hand in my neighbourhood. With what has gone on in the recent past while I was proving my skills, unleased events that should not have transpired. When part of me dies in a toxic atmosphere. To nail it on the line, lingering gases from black mold do not make for the best of living atmosphere, side effects of medication seem to come out in the cold and damp as it is now, like a gypsum mine of gases. I went through the same type of complications in an older building when I was younger, and going pre-cancer at that time, I am scared of that end result again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Even although I am an associate member of Engineers Without Borders, through a Chapter here in Montreal, I still get the extra scrutiny when people know my mental health status. Those that do not know, when they find out about the diagnosis, the problems start. All I can say is I am 62 years old at this beef, and at it since the year 1984, when I started finding my way in mental health as a consumer, while always trying to work, educate myself, and earn income for a pension cheque one day. I am part way there, still alone taking on a system that does not reward boat rockers, because I am an educated "schizo" that has rocked a boat a long time ago, and still paying the price for it. Then I am rocking a boat once again, fighting for just engineering practice in a multi-unit building that I am stuck in at present. I can wake up smelling the dampness as a thick blanket hovering a bit, until aired out some. Walls and ceilings boxed up too soon after several leaking pipe problems, not dried out right over the years, which I witnessed since I came here in March 2014. Then the caulking between wall and floor to cut back on internal wall gases and dust from seeping into the apartment, needs to be done or get a better place to live by working a tool in this wth ay. Bad health issues seem to come out in such an unworthy practice oorking a tool as to this building I live in, falling short of Canadian common practice by our own skilled labour teachings and professionals at maintaining the older structures. Filtering my water, could have saved me from the building's rusty pipes once again. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Getting some news after Church, during this long weekend of May, the war in Ukraine and the G7 summit are highlighted. How to walk the middle of the road in Canadian politics? I know what is in the news, which makes me the nervous character that I am, through being aware of Ottawa's gossip and its security issues. Foreign Nationals and Chinese influence, India pressured for a role they play as an economic powerhouse during these troubling times. Artificial intelligence is in question, and how to use it, it has helped me with my writing skills, I know my prolific sardonic writing is not wanted. What comes out of me with feelings of suppression and using a keyboard should not be. The system is tainted with a rocky road, to hopefully lead to something more positive in life. Determination, and the scattered thoughts thrown my way as an influence to keep me balanced, coming from my friends that make for family, and associates in my neighbourhood, help me through the the time I am alone with the complications of surviving mental health. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXAjDcHoBS4553ojxb-TPes1ubyZmBTB7bvrt7H1_O2ssp5pUTNtuhypQ5LHvkjkQlVw4areMYybjSAF3Ws9eGyJl26eZHEx6TEpPsNUvGr1YNxs0dNRVRSEX3vfuv1T-OnF0YhVUhoAjtfzJTVz9E4PO0jQP0blog74zA1xyBxaga7GjECI/s1598/scan_2023Mule.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1598" data-original-width="1225" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXAjDcHoBS4553ojxb-TPes1ubyZmBTB7bvrt7H1_O2ssp5pUTNtuhypQ5LHvkjkQlVw4areMYybjSAF3Ws9eGyJl26eZHEx6TEpPsNUvGr1YNxs0dNRVRSEX3vfuv1T-OnF0YhVUhoAjtfzJTVz9E4PO0jQP0blog74zA1xyBxaga7GjECI/s320/scan_2023Mule.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I Have Always Been Taking Something Home, To Dish Up As A Stubborn Mule, With Method To My Madness In Society</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Below, My Little Tune "The Haunted Pipe", That Needs Budget To Get Something Right In A Recording</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzM7tSpWm6arrKhJxwjW1BqfVK3HyxRCQHzmod6-IbqeVF0C-nFS0hSX3eLATocvGswALvfdAvXi7Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I forget when I created this piece I call "The Haunted Pipe", it goes back with me a long way, some say it is too haunting for them. It sums up my life, haunting! No likes to hear me learning my recorder. I have some score sheets to practice with, I clued in on how to read notes from elementry school lessons, just need to pay for some coaching, to learn how to play with timimg and all. To rent a practice room at the University, for now I figure I will have to go outdoors somewhere in a park with the nice weather. I do not want to amount to noise pollution in public either, blowing my recorder in practice can be irrating to the ear of others, as my room mate mentioned to me early evening when trying to practice.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Like Work, As One Piece Of Art Leads To Another</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"The Bleeding Changing Planet Is Haunting" Below, Medium Is Ink Brush</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBqS4g2GMgvlXBGe1fLgdguDj0CRlx9OKqhF0IZV5-lLLxDh4DPaq3xKunQjvyQ39T-mmqPARaUXnrmGjtiAhgtmQOgbWO8ZSRynWzJZt8gDBBsXh9VUfVMpW5zLJdRINhmKKs1ITGfyr8W8BD7o6NJACaf8oilMSXlt6U0Vt5yQDnwjV3FU/s2989/scan_2023BPlanet_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2078" data-original-width="2989" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBqS4g2GMgvlXBGe1fLgdguDj0CRlx9OKqhF0IZV5-lLLxDh4DPaq3xKunQjvyQ39T-mmqPARaUXnrmGjtiAhgtmQOgbWO8ZSRynWzJZt8gDBBsXh9VUfVMpW5zLJdRINhmKKs1ITGfyr8W8BD7o6NJACaf8oilMSXlt6U0Vt5yQDnwjV3FU/s320/scan_2023BPlanet_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Here Endeth This Posting, Until My Tribunal Judgement Day At The End Of May, The Court Documents As Public Knowledge, Does Not Portray Me As A Person That I Am In The Least, It Just Pissed Me Off. No One Wants To Deal WithThis Court Crap In Their Face. All At Tax Payer's Expense! The Legal Injustices In Democracy.......</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><b> </b></div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-23326247351916315692023-03-16T13:21:00.028-04:002023-04-02T13:51:05.561-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XXl Edition lll<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5b6bgoGnXeppUyCw8ou6x2CdWPW9YPKg5uqnjPDRV4LAuTlOjmhgFfDWrb39VPsZGkIKBrVMrgZQz-DbL5axGNGsFcCUM4YXLtjW3I591M_fSDlOPgcfxeeEHsqIO_7QEE_FyhWfR2IBXsj3qOxmR3YMbjDBaf9joEWGCLEDDcsNuzAQZjA/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5b6bgoGnXeppUyCw8ou6x2CdWPW9YPKg5uqnjPDRV4LAuTlOjmhgFfDWrb39VPsZGkIKBrVMrgZQz-DbL5axGNGsFcCUM4YXLtjW3I591M_fSDlOPgcfxeeEHsqIO_7QEE_FyhWfR2IBXsj3qOxmR3YMbjDBaf9joEWGCLEDDcsNuzAQZjA/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;">Doc GM</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here we are mid March, Montreal weather has been mild, so getting out more and seeing others in my neighbourhood, after winter type hibernation inside. I am gtowing spiritual with time as it passes. Observing Lent with my prayers and meditation for inspiring thought and guidance for religious reading material.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What ever guided my house cleaning today, I caught one of the rodents that chewed on my rattle. This is dumb what I have to deal with, I could do better for living accomidations, see below for how mouse trap technology was there for my mouse catching efforts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqVUFweqwa-_-e-sZwLYDM7vH5uW4NWQxnjdqq8aeBNPeARMP_-8SreMAdEwG3tg93oQVrbm2mSPmQ-je0VZ0l6WsLw1Qxns7LsdD6xB0OqLGrdIvGf_LHbSKr5VOQa0Lm9viDWqFFwNPP7CqcGfGEAMq84ZlWlc7XMW8YSiqfQb95xOBqAo/s4160/2023MouseTrap.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqVUFweqwa-_-e-sZwLYDM7vH5uW4NWQxnjdqq8aeBNPeARMP_-8SreMAdEwG3tg93oQVrbm2mSPmQ-je0VZ0l6WsLw1Qxns7LsdD6xB0OqLGrdIvGf_LHbSKr5VOQa0Lm9viDWqFFwNPP7CqcGfGEAMq84ZlWlc7XMW8YSiqfQb95xOBqAo/s320/2023MouseTrap.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="clear: both; text-align: center;">St Patrick Day 2023, My Christian Art In Lue Of All Circumstances</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrk86AuPYcYfsT5W0yWX7VLovG0_-MWQG72O76e0omb_MdFEjD3oMhQb2YEwfuFs2mnQkn8dQEtv3RtU6GWHiSc2lcvAXL0qOjPgNlUWbFk1vjsSFwSeNEYT-mRVkqUGesaoWCNdlSesIi7EmqVgbWf6KSmgH6qc2OKuSQeoYavVsJSHn5J0/s2335/scan_2023CelticCross.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2335" data-original-width="1649" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrk86AuPYcYfsT5W0yWX7VLovG0_-MWQG72O76e0omb_MdFEjD3oMhQb2YEwfuFs2mnQkn8dQEtv3RtU6GWHiSc2lcvAXL0qOjPgNlUWbFk1vjsSFwSeNEYT-mRVkqUGesaoWCNdlSesIi7EmqVgbWf6KSmgH6qc2OKuSQeoYavVsJSHn5J0/s320/scan_2023CelticCross.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The Quebec Government is injecting much needed money into our province's mental health care system, I am already reaping some of the rewards in asking for an occupatial therapy group or something. Many in our urban community, need a protective work shop, a place to go under support for a conciencious environment to produce for a purpose. I recieved a call from the hospital to follow up on the request that I made for such an activity, one has to be observed on medication in the work type environment. Thus the mental health team can deduce capabilities, as observed for succeeding as a mental health consumer, that has to have a bit more of a guiding hand, compaired to other more self sufficent individuals.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">Military Art Inspired By Some Old Military Hardware From 1942</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlQ5DpVBQhgg9N0t_1COwHQj_ENgfdJKDH_AyT0XL1xTEjL87DAfAMbulRwM7YjVrELk0m9peRJh5DHiCHkxKZYHmldbxuLszsY9HyKpe4HUcW3erVavF5W_j33h5Gf2h-v_hhuGTw-98zrDMTRe3-lSo74eICMBUajMUjGj6VV6_WfmrLRU/s2966/@023RadioKey.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2043" data-original-width="2966" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlQ5DpVBQhgg9N0t_1COwHQj_ENgfdJKDH_AyT0XL1xTEjL87DAfAMbulRwM7YjVrELk0m9peRJh5DHiCHkxKZYHmldbxuLszsY9HyKpe4HUcW3erVavF5W_j33h5Gf2h-v_hhuGTw-98zrDMTRe3-lSo74eICMBUajMUjGj6VV6_WfmrLRU/s320/@023RadioKey.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;">Here I Am Posting My 1st Quarter Growth Of 2023</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vSg88z13vbr3vTdxQGCifGmYixReEs3zZpJQ-r26oCaNDMSzTxnl88_jf9W6g3GwpgqdyK8CtCupgBkaxm8Qa-i9WfFrw7mfFwxMypEQpWT9rodh2gjEvTXxLaJUBGz6UQ3aGzoQlnzhq41JPHLN-YWEE7worE6zBgO-aLVnbiFxnDBBq-Q/s4160/2023First%20Quarter%20Growth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vSg88z13vbr3vTdxQGCifGmYixReEs3zZpJQ-r26oCaNDMSzTxnl88_jf9W6g3GwpgqdyK8CtCupgBkaxm8Qa-i9WfFrw7mfFwxMypEQpWT9rodh2gjEvTXxLaJUBGz6UQ3aGzoQlnzhq41JPHLN-YWEE7worE6zBgO-aLVnbiFxnDBBq-Q/s320/2023First%20Quarter%20Growth.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">A little joke in relation to economics, my plant is flourishing with it being fed my cleanest possible water that I consume for myself. I share this processed water that I make with my plants, they grow a lot better. The plant's growth is no longer stunted, it really grew compared to just being fed city water over the past three months. I posted a picture of my plant in the December post on the 31st of last year. As to myself, and being more of a healthier body mass index as well, since I gained that despartley needed weight after recovering from a bad bout of pneumonia, and near losing my life because of it. I need a Doctor's endorsement of what I have accomplished, consuming the cleanest possible water for the benefit of health.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-44608961041673748412023-02-17T09:02:00.176-05:002023-05-21T16:34:22.400-04:00Doc GM's Poltical Messenger Vol. XXl Edition ll<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFuQkmvIVwupF8dSwqd_e2XcTg9s2z6Jhtv6ygBCNXNjEMJW2jwYI--Gl_WjiVr92n5bP6d4zxJorvI6lbCZVaaEAl2vOdKT2W5QEaIZKaDBmKAFQPwvb6H0bibMwqOI9KkttL4fGYEpV66Ubbr7ZvuzpSGkIL6YevcHWYvbUuJVI0eaJ4_c/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFuQkmvIVwupF8dSwqd_e2XcTg9s2z6Jhtv6ygBCNXNjEMJW2jwYI--Gl_WjiVr92n5bP6d4zxJorvI6lbCZVaaEAl2vOdKT2W5QEaIZKaDBmKAFQPwvb6H0bibMwqOI9KkttL4fGYEpV66Ubbr7ZvuzpSGkIL6YevcHWYvbUuJVI0eaJ4_c/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">Doc GM</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Another month has rolled around, keeping busy is aiding me in maintaining a healthy, wealthy and wise life style. I am getting more of my health back processing my water through my tri-layers of filters. At this time it is hard to handle being alone with a lot of mental health issues. then again, I do have a sweet female voice that listens to me, getting through my sort of talk therapy with this wonderful female. There are a lot of good people out there, I have finally found one person that listens to me and I am growing with the experience, through getting good feed back. The feed back I give the Psychiatrist falls on deaf ears, I have more side effects, and asking why all the medication at this point in my life, I have expressed my concerns, and want to be treated on another drug of my choice. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One of my Nurse's from the CLSC passed by this morning, for a regular home visit as mental health follow up, I demonstrated my water filtering process and showed him the dirty filter wash solution, of vinager and my cleanest water. A lot of of the cotton does decompose and comes out in the filter wash, trapping other particals being washed out of the filter, in the boiling water solution with a measure of vinager. Seeing is believing what is being taken out of the water that I process. One Psychiatrist testified in Court that my filtering process was delusional, which it is not the case, I ended up getting done in to some degree by the Courts, out of the Psychiatrist's testimony against me. Like my Nurse said to me today, it is not in my character to harrass women, no one knows me to do it, the arrests were misjudgement of the law. I should never have ridiculed the Courts as a result of frustration being dragged through them so much. Why can there not be a round table discussion for a treatment plan with my Lawyer being present if need be, instead of the chemical treatment plan dictatorship by one Psychiatrist of my past, being followed through by a mutual relation to him, as my present Psychiatrist. I still get the same footprints of my last Psyciatrist's dictatorship over my care, with the power of the Courts.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I do not want to live with these medication levels of clozaril in me, I sit in the morning all rubbery and drools running off my lips. along with tremours. The Psychiatric Team I deal with does not care, they all get a pay cheques no matter what, while they more or less try to bop me off with medication. My present Psychiatrist only cares about my clozaril levels in my blood for her stupid experiment with a chemical treatment plan, with more side effects than I care to deal with, just take more pyschiatric drugs for the side effect solutions. The system is corrupt with the Psychiatrist's dictatorship of medication levels with the power to do as she wishes to me for the Courts, all to save her brother the Psychiatrist that testifid in Court against me. I have no one with the power to stop this demented psychiatric chemical trearment plan that does nothing but gives me side effects. Due to psychiatry saying I hallucinate radio, TV and street gossip around my art and engineering, I am forced to consume excessive medication levels. It is like I am a broken record constantly repeating myself, due to the fustration of a mental health life. There are something like 4500 mental health suicides per year in Canada and 75% are male, when I am totally fed up, I will end as a another psychiatric failure and statistic, committing suicide or pushing for "Medical Assistance In Dying". To be free of psychiatry for once and for all, to be free of their Doctor Death practice on me. Like my educated cousin said, "you can not tell a Psychiatrist any thing, they do not listen", my American Cousin is older and wiser than me and so correct and hits the right point home about Psychiatrists. I am a living example of a bullshit psychiatric chemical treatment plans, that does nothing but piss the patient off. I always worked and paid taxes while taking much less psychiatric medication, now the Psychiatrist increased medication levels to make it harder for me to live and work. If I work then all psychiatric patients are fit for some type of work, instead of "unfit to work", as Psychiatrists always wrote on Government paperwork around me to get my medical benefits. I worked anyway and claimed my work to welfare, my welfare Agent know it too. It is like my Psychiatrist wants to stop what I have achieved with my work record and quarterly financial claims of my company's income to my welfare Agent, when my life was doing better, my Psychiatrist increased medication thus hampering me with medication levels and side effects. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here it is the middle of the afternoon and I am falling asleep, and I got to fight it like when a Psychiatrist burdened me with extra paramidal side effects with his chemical treatment plan. I was alone most of the time with Psychiatrists doing me in with their chemical treatment plan with no prescribed therapy. Instead of them trying to lighten the load of mental health, as a worker in this field of medicine, getting more therapists employed so someone popping their pills have something to do. I achieved all that on my own with my background and the education level I strived for. It would be so nice to speak to a Police Officer again in the back of their cruiser or in an ambulance, to hear the words once more "Iain, what is going on?" Then yap about my Psychiatrist and some street talk about the yahoo Psychiatrists, they deal with junkies too, and I know what talk I am hearing, with the Psychiatrist saying I hallucinate public gossip, radio and TV. Put two and two together how many times to say, something is not right with my drug treatment plan, I am living pretty good for hallucinating everything. Am I hallucinating the news segment on that stomach and intestinal bug going around, and spreading through hands that are not cleansed enough. I thought the problem was from my medication, now I am trying to get answers from the medical community from what I learned on the News hallucinating it, but I am disposable chop liver to the medical community as a schizo. The lower cast in society, and not suppose to succeed at anything, while Psychiatrists make sure of it with Court orders at tax payer's expense, with a select few lining their pockets with money at the expense of the schizo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">To make matters worse, clozaril induced adominal and intestinal pain can be common, I found evidance of the fact on the Internet with information out of Austraila. I found a report on the web how this complication can lead to death, and I am sitting here alone trying to get answers. Toatting the load with the monthly Court ordered antipsychotic injection, I pop pills like never before. I was given the chemical solutions the Nurse mixes from the pharmacy, all contained in a package deal to have a Nurse inject me for my monthly injection, as a compliment to the nightly popping of pills ritual for the Courts at the Pharmacy. I forgot, Psychiatrist say I fake symtoms, as stated in Court by a Psychiatrist. I am fed up with it and banging my head against the psychiatric stereo typical treatment plan.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Working between the Internet and the phone, I got an appointment for my upset stomach and intestinal track, with a Doctor at a local medical clinic tomorrow, how to kick mid week into gear through trying to solve medical issues, around medication and schiziphrenia. I asked my present Psychiatrist for a medication group for this type of situation, never materialized, just suffer alone too much. I really only have one person to converse with, when that comes around, outside of my meetings with fellow Christians.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> The only time my phone rings is when psychiatry, or other medical appointments call. I got the call to get my antipsychotic injection for the Courts tomorrow, to save time and money I buy a 24 hr buspass, and it so happen that I get my injection and clozaril blood test in the morning, then go see a Doctor about my intestinal and stomach pain. Playing Doctor with the Internet, which they hate, perhaps my pain is induced by clozaril, but I am the idiot schizo with the medical complex of being an undesirable by Doctors, due to psychiatry and how feeling I am brushed off to easily, it is suppose to be a true feeling by a lot of people. I know too much and even testified in Court once for an Engineer and his Business Partner, just let me think of what all could have went on, with my experience in life, retaliation can come in many forms. One of my proto-type inventions using a product of the the two business partners, came out in Court at this time. The Judge protected my prot-type in Court, when it was mentioned. Why did psychiatry try and destroy me just before my 10th time giving blood to Hema Quebec? I have not given blood since before long term care, when I was processing water through my filters in another dwelling where I was residing at that time, psychiatry put an end to it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here with a sore stomach and intestinal track, I still have to make my way to the Pharmacy to pop pills, no mercy, just a stupid inhuman dictatorship of consuming chemicals to have a chemical in my blood to stop dophamine in my brain, and so what for the side effects and being unable to cope with the treatment plan, how many schizo's in Canada my age of 62, in the same bowl of go fish? How many people like me that are deemed one that hallucinates neighbourhood gossip, and under going media association as an hallucination, through feeling my art and engineering is being referred to in the media from some of my expoits in Canadian life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here I sit in God awful pain in my stomach and intestinal track, after taking my vitamins with breakfast. I am expected to march in this condition for my injection and blood test for clozaril levels, then go to a Doctor appointment for my gut pains. (My Nutse got the taxi paid both ways for the appointment) It just shows the cold hearted treatment plan of psychiatry, with no consideration for the patient in mental health. It took negociation to get the taxi, it is like I had to plead for the help. People that know me as a person, know I will not ask for things. Waiting for mental health to call me, like I left the message to the mental health clinic. If I was the Psychiatrist, the mental health team would do anything for me to accommidate whims and all. All I get out of psychiatry is "you are under a Court order". That is all psychiatry cares about, their stupid Court orders. They do not care about the patient, we just become a number and Court Docket or the belittering comment would never have been said to me. Like I do not know it that I am under a Court order. I am not the one in denial. Consuming 200 mg of clozaril every night with other pills induces after drip of urine when one urinates. Do they listen no! I am sick and tired of the after drip induced by psychiatric medication, mental health workers are in denial not me!!!! I solved the after drip problem somewhat, now it is back again with increased medication levels of clozaril.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Do I write the end result of my visit to the Doctor? Or slowly die emotionally at the hands of modern psychiatry 2023, in a grudge match? Clozaril and kidney problems are more common that one can think appairently! Now I can say I am a dying breed!! Oxford University Press warned me what happens to whistle blowers years ago, so I go down as the psychiatric Martyr in Canadian history that just wanted to work, and a Psychiatrist is putting an end to that!!! The Psychistrist put up my clozaril dosage, when I was doing more work. I do not know how many second generation antipsychotics I have been on, they have the tendancy to induce kidney problems, and I am feeling the brunt of it with side effects. Just waiting inline for a ultra-sound as an investigative tool for my symtoms of not feeling right with gut problems and not being able to get a good night sleep. The average age for a person with schizophrenia to live to is about 65 years of age, I am a bit scared for my health from this stupid chemical treatment plan, of marching to the pharmacy every night to be the public pill popper. I turn 63 this year and still have the Court order on me for another two years. What? Die marching back and forth from the Pharmacy popping pills every night, slowly doing myself in to statisfy the Courts and a Pyschiatrist.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It is amazing what I wrote under the pain of it all, alone to much like usual with my education and skill level, what could be saving me is filtering my water once again. My perscription for the stomach and intestinal track seems to be working. the constipation issue induced by antipsychotic medication has been present for a bit, it is not fun being alone with medical issues as one ages. I admit my kidney could be damaged, some of the symtoms are present, how do I escape the odds of long term use of antipsychotics and the Courts ?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On April 4th of next month, I have a Tribunal hearing as I just found out, the on going judicial system around me as a person with schizophrenia, while having my art and engineering to earn a living for making financial gains.When I was innocently arrested over my flirting with someone way back, whom I asked to be my Art Manager, it was the start of the harrassment alligations around me. I even had a art Curator in New York that was interested in my art work. I sent her an ink brush drawing to raise money for the charity of her choice, and pass me a cut of profit. I heard on TV how an American Senator for New York politics, mentioned money I am owed from that particular business deal over a piece of my art talent. I could be off the Provincial tax dollars of last resort income, if I got the financial rewards I am due from my art and engineering. Why can't I earn a living? Who is trying to stop me? Who is threatening who? I know something is not right!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I know a lot of stupidity passes my way, it is like I am good at inheriting other peoples problems, they are left on my door step for me to trip over so to write, and I can be a survivalist but at what costs ? I am gaining weight consuming my processed water and use it for both cooking food and drink with a daily protein shake, it gives me a bit of a work out, moving the 10 lbs bottles of water, while I have been tending to other sorts of writings and visual arts. Rumours float in my neighbourhood and the media feeds it just the same, why is it so hard for me to earn a bill or get female company ? It is out there that a shortage of clean O postive male blood type is creeping up on our blood banks, and I confess that I am clean O Positive blood. It has got too complicated along the way, chasing women from my youth and being denied that right somehow. It is always a conflict of interest or something stupid like that as I got older, it has been 18 years since I touched a woman, as to dating and all. I grew on my own for these past years with my Christian ways, while being the eccentric that I am with my mental health diagnosis.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have given the mental health system a bashing over the years while on the Internet, like a theif in the scriptures laying a beating on an innocent victom and robbing them of their dignity, as they did to me. When I got over worked for no money on the job like medical staff go through, like any other person, one starts hating certain aspects of their work, as to dealing with me the problem child in mental health. Then things go wrong with a mess of confusion, as in my life, does the Judge that okayed this treatment plan of mine, know I visit the Pharmacey every day to be the public spectacule for the Courts? The handicap business person that I am, with a Court record that I still have to deal with, serves no justice in myself trying to get a head in life, while I am a political hot potatoe on Provincial meager budget. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On my alotment of a budget, I lashed out a fare bit at society as well, I learned off psychiatry bashing them for not having the time to listen, due to what went on around my life, it is like I am the last to find out everything. Now information from the past is coming out from Government on me, in the capacity that I served my country. I am a news buff, and know some of the politics of the day, which I do not hallucinate. I have a past that if I told Psychiatrists some things from the cold war, they would not believe me like usual, which I know is the result, so I never yapped about some things from my past, but the Canadian Government now is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pDqLAnxnofW-LTr5oI2t9VveoOmspcT85QsEvjEJBIxbIrzP8ms5vEE67w31uA7PxJgixYwjsr0j18n0ssOVZKH-N4jWnPi_Q_WvlHyQkX-siGV8C_JfG6m0FagpyotP2p12on0eN0_lIe4Nu2TCyK30mleWFldlVVZ_Lqt8MfhKHZIIr-w/s3221/scan_2023MountainSunset.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2004" data-original-width="3221" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pDqLAnxnofW-LTr5oI2t9VveoOmspcT85QsEvjEJBIxbIrzP8ms5vEE67w31uA7PxJgixYwjsr0j18n0ssOVZKH-N4jWnPi_Q_WvlHyQkX-siGV8C_JfG6m0FagpyotP2p12on0eN0_lIe4Nu2TCyK30mleWFldlVVZ_Lqt8MfhKHZIIr-w/s320/scan_2023MountainSunset.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A Mountain Sunset</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">In my own way I moved a mountain, people are talking with concern about what is going on in Canadian mental health, this was some afternoon creativity with mountainous thoughts coming forth from studying a piece of art. Twelve planted trees symbolic of something I wrote about, "The Twelve Astrological Women"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR3T2A8KZR9XVFNJ1jbnood7dvxtR2J9r9ZNRWEWvYHs9hyBRkKooJSykKsPLAHJR-M4l2Nhe2XriWHYqBsRyncmynhnQeaFm7ts93VJHOFq2Dx1wbeo3LVO3hKxo45ekmh-Ll8dUfAUXg0Pzv4LyYv7QTcHGXWAupwOoPcyIdI78W90-Fbl8/s2769/scan_2023redrose.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2769" data-original-width="2014" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR3T2A8KZR9XVFNJ1jbnood7dvxtR2J9r9ZNRWEWvYHs9hyBRkKooJSykKsPLAHJR-M4l2Nhe2XriWHYqBsRyncmynhnQeaFm7ts93VJHOFq2Dx1wbeo3LVO3hKxo45ekmh-Ll8dUfAUXg0Pzv4LyYv7QTcHGXWAupwOoPcyIdI78W90-Fbl8/s320/scan_2023redrose.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A Red Red Rose</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Inspiration for art comes in many forms, I once had a book on how to draw, paint, and sketch roses. It went into a Bailiff's container unjustly, with all the rest of my worldly property of company invoices, tools and all from that time and place.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzxVhE6OlWTo2Y_6i9VfZjOJBOSu0Wdaka17RDNaRiuvAMZrNYE1Q6RKUqiF5gCf5I1baaM3q1bZT0' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Above Is A Fellow Artist Under The Name "King Shadrock" With His Message In Visual & Song Which I Believe In</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Below Is My Rattle Video That I Jut Put Together</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzKE_aSNCOFhs-dv4zu4s7A4LGrXaDYMy2RGXrlqATQYyAbf35OeErsi4YTFz2v_e63qPG-Se6kj-o' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Human kind has evolved since I entered mental health during 1984, in another Province other than Quebec. I feel the system has changed, for it has a lot to be desired still. The time has come for society to be able to protect themselves from the rare violent mental health consumer or a person with a disturbed mind. The resources have to be put in place such that dangerous predators, do not get their hands on weapons of any kind, people have to be able to prevent violent acts from tail-tell signs a head of time, which would be early warnings signs of a dangerous troubled mind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-33256061581621876162023-01-16T19:18:00.094-05:002023-02-13T06:26:11.846-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol.XXl Edition l<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQbZpAzs0AKRJmtKILFJuLgYU51sSQW5-USEIY5HhFRru2OtcSCuTMjDgt7KlzAcPvZGdbHIQw-WGa3MbkvSszHduFeqv7IU4FKY0dkVtiJFdwwMq5lHXvqhvOj1IuL9fIZu_5boF4DMFrEJtbLv9SEvBj9F070BjA6OPC9c2J4xnldwLj70/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQbZpAzs0AKRJmtKILFJuLgYU51sSQW5-USEIY5HhFRru2OtcSCuTMjDgt7KlzAcPvZGdbHIQw-WGa3MbkvSszHduFeqv7IU4FKY0dkVtiJFdwwMq5lHXvqhvOj1IuL9fIZu_5boF4DMFrEJtbLv9SEvBj9F070BjA6OPC9c2J4xnldwLj70/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><span style="color: #38761d;"><div style="text-align: center;">Doc GM</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">Here we are into the new year of 2023, pushing ahead while being deemed fit to work in some capacity, after a lot went wrong for a period of time in my life. I want to get on with my life for getting ahead start in the beginning of the year, while rumours float as I am getting more and more well known as a public figure. Parts of my dark past, being alone with schizophrenia, I try and leave behind me. It was not a easy time climbing on top of my life plateau, while being a diverse person with schizophrenia. I was even a eccentric in my youth, from a young age, while writing and passing written words to certain people over a life time. The habit started young, and my memories are acurate for what I went through, while coming to terms with my mental health situation and issues that come with the diagnosis.</p><p style="text-align: left;"> I spent the day researching a Christian Leader from our recent past, with two Internet sites I became informed what he accomplished in his life time, a motivator with insight, wanting human rights for all. It left me thinking a lot about my own plight in my darker years, being taken wrongly and passing through the courts quickly by stereo-typical judicial practices around mental health, through my eyes as somewhat of a complex, in retribution and peace with me and the Courts.</p><p style="text-align: left;">It is like I broke all the rules of my side bar that I wrote for myself, on what not to do, but things came out in my dark past with mental health issues. Rejection from the moment go around me, I still spend to much time by myself, in the isolation of being me. I tried hard to succeed as a mental health consumer, what I unearthed processing water through my filters, what do I do with the filter wash water? I can not stock pile it. Between my art and engineering I have out grown where I presently live. I came to live here March 2014, the last 8 years past fast, I do not know where the time went. I started processing water the start of October 2022, I proved my point to some, there is some acknowledgement of my pursuit of cleaner water, and the results but it is a hard road to follow by one's self. I need companionship along the way like anyone else, just finding it as I grow older, with mental health and the Courts being part of my life, makes it all the more difficult.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I just survive in the present system in Canada, as an educated man with schizophrenia, without my educational background I would never have been able to accomplished what I have. Living for cleaner water, knowing the results of processing water for health, as the man that I am with determination. Getting close to a woman around my water that I filter, would be forfilling a dream of finding a life mate. Here with the determination, some meaning and purpose in my life, that carries me through a lot of lonely moments. I can only reflect on older thoughts that I put on the web, yes some were wrong during the dark years of my life. Not having anyone to turn to with my schizophrenia issues, using the web as a release safety valve of emotions was wrong. I had no one but a keyboard while trying to make some sort of reason to life, being a mental health consumer that was not to be believed. My water processing and filters were mentioned in Court, I was deemed delusional over my water theory that I spoke of to my attending Psychiatrist. The Courts listen to the Psychiatrist over my engineering with filtering water. I do not know how many years I have been dragged through the Courts for mental health. I got boxes of Court documents that need properly disposed of. It has been about sixteen years since I first started water processing through filters, lost everything after being pre-cancer in colonscopy and solved my colonoscopy issue with filtering water. I can hardly make other claims without a Doctor's varification of status and water consumption records from when I started filtering again this past October of last year.</p><p style="text-align: left;">What am I to write? I am having problems by over medicating by the Psychiatrist, she wants to increase medication levels, and I am forced to rebel challenging the Psychiatrist and her power in the Courts. I am sick and tired of over salivating on to my cell phone, and having drools run from my lip, waking up at night with my mouth a mess of saliva with a soaked pillow. All these side effects as I try to work, at what ever it may be to better my financial status by doing labour somehow, other than the daily tasks of taking care of one's self and suroundings that I live in. There is a lot more talk about me in my community, the public pill popper at the pharmacy, it is a pubic display of mental health which should be held behind closed doors. Being a week after "Bell Lets Talk Day" for mental health, and the first day of Black History Month, why am I still paying the price for the colour of my mind in 2023, with the grey matter of my brain, as to schizophrenia brain analysis post mordom. This lonely fight against the system seems that has the end result of 4000 mental health suicides in Canada each year, of which 75 percent are men. They do drive people to think about suicide, it has happened to me in the past during long term care. I thought about it and wrote on the subject as a way out, somewhere between June 2013 and March 2014, from the mixed emotions of having no one, while locked away in psychiatry needing a way out. That is why people start opting for Doctor assisted suicide, when they can not bear living with their present condition/circumstance. Once again I sit by myself taking on the system, behind a keyboard looking for justice, as a Psychiatrist does me in with medication levels and side effects, while I strive to make a better life for myself. Why is it I always worked, paid taxes and took minimal medication, for the greater part of my life, even although the Psychiatrist was writing on Government paperwork that I was "unfit for work", to get me benefits. Now I am fit to work in some capacity by Provincial Government standards and the Psychiatrist does not like it. More medication makes it harder to work with side effects, what co-worker wants a person that over drools around them? Then with Valentines day coming up, one has to watch all the kissing commercials on TV, knowing and asking the question, who wants this mouth full of saliva?</p><p style="text-align: left;">Canadian health care is in the news, everyone is concerned with getting the money and manpower for health care, the Federal Justice Minister is speaking on medical assistance in dying, <b>(MAID) </b>Expansion of the Law would cover mental illness, how to make sure death is done right by the help of a Doctor. I know I am not hallucinating the news right now, where as the Psychiatrist says that I do. As a way out, the Justice Minister could be giving mental health consumers an answer, I am tired of fighting the Psychiatrists, who do not really know me or my needs. Otherwise I would not be in this mess that I am in, with being treated for media hallucinations that I do not have. Now with health care as a Canadian way of life, that is in a crisis to some degree, my Doctor is sending the Police after me to force me to take her perscription levels of a drug which I am opposed to. As she increased it for no good reason, doing what she wants with the power of the Courts. So off I will go with the Police, who know my water processing system from three different adresses of where I resided on the island of Montreal. They are Soldiers of the Courts and must follow orders, while being taken away I get to yap in the back of a Police cruiser for talk therapy. They know me better than the Psychiatrist does, we kind of trained each other in mental health over the years. More tax dollars being spent to do me in, while in the Police cruiser, I will see how they feel about the conflict of interest with my chemical treatment plan, I value their opinion. Even to the point of when they come to get me, I will show and ask them why it is so difficult for me to develope proto-types. Like my stethoscope probe for health and monitoring the likes of Police cruisers, through comparision studies of sound recordings by the probe for their Head Mechanic. I even approached the city bus system through emails, on the possibility of enhanced mechanical maintenance plan, through use of such a tool as the probe with recordings. Things take time in development phases, I have too many stumbling blocks along the way compared to other business people. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwkXGrTByzb0sZIrKCOS2I5pH9OVJD21W2Da2I9tTu5W7-g4oIuC0A8QgWmm9beGgqvbdaanJH7KM0WfvIxlmc-T9gycaJzK2IIeka0oNF0WEWTq1XTzCiF78y2W1N4zHnOhJN3cTBj61yax4CmuAkd2WFtJm9gCZGabF2KM_-n_XX-Af5fg/s1284/scan_2023CaveScene.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="1284" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwkXGrTByzb0sZIrKCOS2I5pH9OVJD21W2Da2I9tTu5W7-g4oIuC0A8QgWmm9beGgqvbdaanJH7KM0WfvIxlmc-T9gycaJzK2IIeka0oNF0WEWTq1XTzCiF78y2W1N4zHnOhJN3cTBj61yax4CmuAkd2WFtJm9gCZGabF2KM_-n_XX-Af5fg/s320/scan_2023CaveScene.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Symbolism of myself in the above image, rebuilding my life in the arts and engineering with tools in my hands like usual. Between the two forms of occuparional therapy I administure for myself, for being an example worker, while on mental health medication , I am making my point about work. Over medicated by my standards for work and capabilities., will the Psychiatrist ever listen to me, and not judge me in a stereo-typical fashion. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCdbiPfPdLjhVv814OLypeigk-4YCcvsXgiVNNuLWiwOvFXSjPnz1zB-XRWOolQxVFi6Hu28RAYqAg53PUkhEHdNyzXyDhUnR4q6jdC18OUJenGiXkGIvR0Z_URwJpp-4S_VID-JcrekWqJmxwF2KBj3jq7KyYA8sqAdQOoRRXhPZqb4IE0s8/s3145/scan_2023MountainLakeScene.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2046" data-original-width="3145" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCdbiPfPdLjhVv814OLypeigk-4YCcvsXgiVNNuLWiwOvFXSjPnz1zB-XRWOolQxVFi6Hu28RAYqAg53PUkhEHdNyzXyDhUnR4q6jdC18OUJenGiXkGIvR0Z_URwJpp-4S_VID-JcrekWqJmxwF2KBj3jq7KyYA8sqAdQOoRRXhPZqb4IE0s8/s320/scan_2023MountainLakeScene.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The above image is a result of an art tool in my hand, which I am getting back at doing more often. The medium used in the drawing is chaulk pastel, I had a source of inspiration from an old calander that has images for each month. </div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-16863829716680235982022-12-16T16:01:00.040-05:002023-01-14T17:54:52.113-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition Xll<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4WNrN8USXlnjDtqP5Bj3gn09xtdmXb4PFnaPNka45bhdpLu9-_zPMNnrrUJ_DY-7RYyMuEE6yXHTyCKWMamsxUSe9WkhUyfta9LseM_ZizjUo6JRZYm-CRltnqI8g9AM4typ_T0ZRHwb-cstEf3WQYH7_AsUTVlk7xmxUTcLMKnnxYgoH_U/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4WNrN8USXlnjDtqP5Bj3gn09xtdmXb4PFnaPNka45bhdpLu9-_zPMNnrrUJ_DY-7RYyMuEE6yXHTyCKWMamsxUSe9WkhUyfta9LseM_ZizjUo6JRZYm-CRltnqI8g9AM4typ_T0ZRHwb-cstEf3WQYH7_AsUTVlk7xmxUTcLMKnnxYgoH_U/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;">Doc GM</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here it is the start of another posting, how time flies when one keeps busy. The mental health team I deal with, is now getting to know me for who I am, along with my capabilities for work and building my company. With a lot of blood, sweat and tears as a mental health consumer in a up hill battle, in a Canadian socialist system providing free speach in a democratic society. Hate speach is not tolerated in our system, but I got caught up in it. When I cried wolf and then got deemed delusional over it, I had nobody, while suppression and denial made me get out of hand on the Internet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">People in general do not like being told what to do by a mental health person with schizophrenia. The old thought of the weaker mind of a mental health person, with so many people reaching out for mental health these days, we are all somewhat equal. We can be of sound mind, while still needing mental health support, as a fix one way or another in our modern urban jungle. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">It has been a quiet Christmas, mainly by myself, out side of attending Church for the Christmas Sunday service. It has been five years since Mum has passed away this December, I became more of a man being on my own, with no family close by, but taken in somewhat by my street as all sorts became my family in my community. I only have myself for survival tactics, with mental health services here and there along the way. I get my injection tomorrow and regular blood test and weight taken. I have put on a bit of muscle doing the physical labour as part of my routine, it also helps not being so medicated while keeping active. During the month of December with the Quebec Government issue of extra money, I have been buying bottled water and passing it through my filtering process. My filters do eventually clog from passing bottled water through them. I made a smaller siphoning hose in diameter for handling 4 Litre jugs of bottled water. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Had a good chat with my Nursing staff this morning while getting my monthly injection, and what it costs for a medium french vanilla coffee in that neck of the woods around the CLSC, that I attend for mental health. On their digital scales, I gained 1.3 pounds in the last month. I am taking a protein suppliment every morning for 10 o'clock morning break, my egg nog laced with the protein suppliment, has paid off over the past month, as I work at various jobs and art to stay active. I am still on morning vitamin supplements which I take with my breakfast, even popping the supplements, I do it with my cleanest possible water. I pay for print outs and feed hard copies here and there of my water paper called, "Thristing for the Water of Life". A cross between theology and science, backing Moses and the water well concept, as to the properties of the cleanest possible water as a healing tool. I had a hard time getting my plants to grow in my chambers, until I started feeding my plants the cleanest possible water that I consume myself, now my plants are starting to grow more flourishing like, how else do you put it. So here is a picture of my now growing plant as it consumes my processed water like I do. This picture of my plant was taken on December 31 2022. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjgsQdUuPaGScASL9q2K_YCVXzdv6qYPb6p5YNHGTS3WUpWdq_BqDbEj5TBMLSyvJiBUT1hd4SbA98pi6sfR6KrrhlGxzVIBceS6EDQhS2e3fyRx1iGqnM9IKNVbvnetIQsPHLMI7yemQPgOApK0ZsQovboORNQ4ZIQwNxSVwpHlNteyN49Q/s4160/plant2022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjgsQdUuPaGScASL9q2K_YCVXzdv6qYPb6p5YNHGTS3WUpWdq_BqDbEj5TBMLSyvJiBUT1hd4SbA98pi6sfR6KrrhlGxzVIBceS6EDQhS2e3fyRx1iGqnM9IKNVbvnetIQsPHLMI7yemQPgOApK0ZsQovboORNQ4ZIQwNxSVwpHlNteyN49Q/s320/plant2022.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">I myself have been quite the flourishing plant in society, I forgot things about my life, specially where the first time going into mental health, was by having our RCMP put me in a holding cell, when the Pope John Paul ll was coming to St John's Newfoundland, after that day and night I was put into mental health. I now remember more about my training while being influenced with the media stimulating my memory some. What I went through to succeed as a mental health consumer, I now say I am an Engineering Technician first, mental health consumer second. This is a way of combatting the stigma that surrounds mental health. The system has changed for the better, more public awareness of mental health issues, and of course more people are affected by mental health, post initial covid lock down measures. Everyone handles mental health issues differently, the mind is like the last frontier of medicine, for it is not all black and white with gray matter in between. A mental health dianostic term is for the paper work, everyone is a individual and there is individual insight to coping mechanisms in mental health, what works for one, will not always be the way for another, in a similar situation balancing emotions and feelings. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Now what is in Canadian society around me, my emotions and feelings are hampered by hurt this Friday the 13th, I was rejected from somewhere for my unjust criminal record, being present in my recent past. No matter what I try to do, there is always a stumbling block in my path, that makes this life in Canada impossible to succeed. Just march to the pharmacy every night, no matter what the weather condition, and pop pills for the Courts, as a reject from society with a criminal record, supposedly controlled by a chemical treatment plan. Tax dollars fighting tax dollars in the Courts with Lawyers, Judges and Psychiatrists doing me in with tax dollars, tax dollars dishing out the pills at the pharmacy, and I pay the price of life with tax dollars paying to feed, and house me. I get tired of it, who wouldn't ? Stigma is alive and well like always, just gets dished out in different ways at various levels of society. Once judged in the Courts, there will always be some form of condamnation along the way, we humans can be vefor a second ry judgemental of character and nature, it is no easy ride through the mental health way of life. </p><p style="text-align: left;">When one door closes, it is like open a window for a breath of somewhat fresher air for yourself, meditate on it and pick another course of action to find relief from rejection. I got creative with an urban planning idea, and put it in writing. May be something will become of it with some effort put into the concept. Like everyone one else that needs money and security as we evolve with new health measures, while trying to do business when covid is still in our mists, I am determined to get out of the present living situation that I am in, I have out grown this place not drinking and smoking cigarettes. I invested in my water processing that I could bring to a more receptive environment of encouragement and backing. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-7020703984280730862022-11-16T20:53:00.047-05:002022-12-16T15:57:16.477-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition XI<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGXt6SO-8uOHBGOcKSqji_s0ldiywNok6v_GErUGTr9A4w1j-9BLpDbw_eGOtwGBlW4D-ziLiaTgg4HylNGpdi7yX3Jjy5L_wJ_oop76ql5k8g7Dml6-wmnDqPP-SkUrNi5Po10xVjEam_Y5_JuMJk9PguVPE9DM-AZ3saBXkFBC273FHxRE/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGXt6SO-8uOHBGOcKSqji_s0ldiywNok6v_GErUGTr9A4w1j-9BLpDbw_eGOtwGBlW4D-ziLiaTgg4HylNGpdi7yX3Jjy5L_wJ_oop76ql5k8g7Dml6-wmnDqPP-SkUrNi5Po10xVjEam_Y5_JuMJk9PguVPE9DM-AZ3saBXkFBC273FHxRE/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Doc GM</p><p style="text-align: left;">Here it is in the middle of November, snow came down today in Montreal, giving myself a chance to exercise a bit shovelling snow. It would be good to find a new place to live, the building where I reside right now, well it is on its last legs. With being a mental health consumer, I know the stigma from my Landlord's representative dishing it out to me, while not being a true Canadian but getting rich of the skin of the backs of others. Even my Social Worker in dealing with him, concluded that indeed he is a bigot as a Landed Immigrant. My very own parents were Landed Immigrants to this Country, but they tried hard to adjust and work at doing things the Canadian way, while still maintaining some of the old country's ways.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I am well rounded with a grounding staff though my faith and beliefs,, with a strong influence with my Scottish roots. I am not alone with my friends and family, that took me in their social circle in my nieghbourhood. With them I would have been lost coming out of long term care the way I did. It is like, do not go there, I now leave a lot of my past with psychiary in the hands of the legal office that I have right now. They have gotten to know me, so has my Pharmacist, from me having to take the psychiatric medication infront of the of the Phamacist for the Courts, along with a home visit once a week. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Through the home visits by the team of Medical Professionals that I try and work with, they get to see my art and engineering, such as my water processing system. There is no denial that my water filting procedure works, it is a form of occupational therapy within its self, along with my art and engineering that psychiatry once denied me for a period of time. I have been filtering water for cooking and drinking water since Oct 3rd 2022, it takes up a fair bit of ones time, note taking to record what I am doing. Along with revealing my notes and findings to other oraganizations, industries, and in my neibourhood to my friends and family, along with my Church that I attend. On my well filtered water, I am getting more of my health back and gaining weight, I have gained 2 lbs in a week. Being Sunday today, I get my weight taken again at the pharmacy when I go there, and take the Court ordered medication, which is more of a placebo effect. With watching my weight, I lost three pounds but have more muscle tissue on my body. Searching on the Internet I discovered that muscle is more dense to fatty tissue. My belly has firmed up and I am eating a whole lot better, on the change of medication that I fought for, even although I lost three pounds. I know from the past that one will lose some weight firming up before putting on muscle mass. When one is processing water, you are manipulating 4 Litre jugs of water that are about 10 lbs each, which makes for exercise on a regular basis through out the day.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Funny how ethnic backgrounds can make judging people in different ways a handicap, perhaps due to the ethnic background of individuals concerned. The first Social Worker that my Landlord's representative talked to on my behalf, was a female. Yesterday a male Social Worker of mine spoke to the building's representive, there was no problem, then again the second Social Worker was a male. Different ethnic groups treat women in different ways, my first Social Worker that spoke to the building management was a French Canadian female, how she preceived the Landed Immirgrant gentilman, could have been stereo-typical differences from backgrounds of each other. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Here I sit not knowing what to write, fustrated once again over having no one to have converse with. Knowing what I hear in the media, while having no side kick to discuss what the media is saying, and not handle it alone. Rumours float a bit too quickly like inflation, I have become well known in my neighbourhood, but housed up for the cooler less comfortable days, with the mish mash of what we now call gobal warming and server weather patterns to a northern winter we are faced with now. The COP15 summit is in Montreal and people are voicing their concerns over the state of what has been done to the Planet. I know the results of my water processing, and the God awful state of the St Lawrence river where we draw our water for consumption, how I make the city water somewhat better than what the city provides. I am even buying and filtering bottled water, for consumption in cooking and drinking when I do not get enough city water processed. There was a program on TV about a research ship for water analysis on the seaway that flows through Quebec, it was a lot to handle knowing something about water myself and what I am getting out the tap.</p><p style="text-align: left;">What came out of my finger tapping over 18 years on the keyboard, some things should never have come out of me, it came from suppresssion and denial, it made me a very angry person. I still trying to pull out of suppression and denial, without having bitter sarcasm being published on the net by me, . Responsiblity came about through some reconition of what I accomplished with my water and theology paper in Google Drive. Even doing my water paper, it was done in the stupidest environment I have to live with, in this aging building that is wearing thin on my nerves. I still have the nervous disposition about myself, I stopped smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol, my Doctor knows I still smoke some pot and I express my need of help to get off it. The Pharmacist also knows I smoke, while realizing my situation where I say it is better than valium, and I am also followed by a lung Doctor at this point in my life. I am first to admit mariquania has an addictive nature like tobacco, that is why I need help to stop, like I had tools and help to quit cigarettes. There is still tar in some form in smoking pot that one has deal with, all the chemicals identified in cigarette smoking, to get medical mariquania as a base for a combustion process known as smoking, to lead researchers as a guide for medical consumption of pot with intention to quit.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Through all the years in mental health, I was always deemed unfit for work, but worked any way. Now as of this new year I am fit by some capacity for work, by a Quebec sponsored program and financing accordingly. It can not be held against me that I am unfit for work on documentation any more. I am fit by some capacity to earn a living, no matter how much or how little, I still get the reward of earning a living to some degree, while not being used as cheap labour by the stigma of mental health, which has been present against a person like myself when working or looking for work. Writing and editing my blog is work, my art and engineering is work, which I went to school to do these activities for purpose of duty to grow for self financing. Today's modern age, with computer technology, who is not fit to work in some capacity somewhere or somehow.</p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-90681791487134515572022-10-16T14:41:00.085-04:002022-11-16T20:49:19.189-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition X<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08-zcbYQiFnbSFteBlFa2whSvgrN2D9LyCPhDAUUoEvScf3S84Sfr59PvDfwZOqCHVKH6NFAueEKTGyb3M12l9SZY8tTD4Fk85rB0ADUMxjqC5H02lQCghaxT-IfDECbtI9ZaiI_UJuK8jMs2EdfjOfu1hpFMT3I4Lp5LpQeQLyuZy8j6cNo/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08-zcbYQiFnbSFteBlFa2whSvgrN2D9LyCPhDAUUoEvScf3S84Sfr59PvDfwZOqCHVKH6NFAueEKTGyb3M12l9SZY8tTD4Fk85rB0ADUMxjqC5H02lQCghaxT-IfDECbtI9ZaiI_UJuK8jMs2EdfjOfu1hpFMT3I4Lp5LpQeQLyuZy8j6cNo/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; text-align: left;">Doc GM</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span>There it is on the radio, Putin would take me in and have me taken care of, too much blackmail to do me in, while here in the free democratic society. I could produce better, in a more of a protective environment, that would nurture harvested skills. Even appling for a job again, I was told they got a phone call not to hire me, just like it was about twenty years ago. Is this not a sign that democracy is failing? Stopping a person for what cause? When the individual being myself, justs wants to work towards financial independance from the state somewhat, instead of the state always dishing out to support me. What psychiatry costs, chemical castration with a Psychiatrist and the Courts, for no good reason, all causing me emotional pain, along with costing tax dollars. Inclusive of my Legal Aid Lawyer to fight back, because I have a psychiatric problem as deemed by the Courts. I am just a health card number in line with others, that no one cares about the truth of my life. The Psychiatrist say what they want for the Courts as the expert witness of my state of mind, and most people will not touch the likes of me with a 10 foot pole with this background. I have written on this blog for 18 years now, not much good has come out of it. At least it was a place to release mental health fustration, when Pstchiatrists and their Staff members were bent on doing me in, when I claimed to have some media attention around my art and engineering.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> If I do not show up at the Pharmacy, to be the public pill popper as demanded by my Psychiatrist and the Courts, they will sent the Police after me, for an escort to a psychiatric ward for refusing to take the prescribed medication. I am not even suppose to bitch about chemical castration, with the cocktail of pill consumption. In psychiatry over the years, Psychiatrists have chemically castrated me several times, do they really know what they are doing? Why use chemical medication methods, at levels to such a degree that you castrate the male? I am not their little pill popping experiment, but that is how it turns out.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I am back filtering my city water</span> for cooking and drinking fluids. Even although the Psychiatrist slandered the shit out of my water processing in the Courts. I once said to a Judge, the glass of water on your bench, you want to pass it through my filters that I developed. She took no interest, but listened to the Psychiatrist as the expert witness, to do me in with no appeal of her judgement. Let me guess, I was just another "schizo" passing through her Court room. How many others got the same judgement cast upon them, with the expert witness being the Psychiatrist, testifing to get what he/she wants as a chemical treatment plan, like I wrote, in my case leading to chemical castration. As to the present Psychiatrist, who said to me, "I do not care about your sperm", when I started complaining of sexual dysfunction, well what does she care about? So she knew what she was going to do to me, with the chemical castration as an end result of percribing psychiatric medication at her medication levels. This is no way to live, it is like a wasted life at the hands of psychiatry, someone want to give me a reason for what this is all for? An 811 Nurse informed me on what is in my psychiatric file, like he said to me, "this is impossible what psychiatry wrote on your medical file." They get off with doing and saying what they want, to the mental health patient that needs a Legal Aid Lawyer to fight back. Tax dollars being used to fight, the tax dollars doing me in, is the basic bottom line. Psychiatrist's always got their chemical treatment plan through the Courts applied to me, never was it ever mentioned that I should be doing some occupational therapy on the chemical treatment plan, I always came up with my own occupational therapy through working. What and this counts for nothing?</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span>I have a dam good education in engineering and theology, when one goes to school at night, between books, tuition, meals and coffees, it was about $1000 a year in Quebec's CEGEP level. Over ten years I invest $10,000 in myself to build my life. Burseries account for twenty four credits at University level for about five yeatrs, my transcripts and tools etc, illegally went into a Bailiff's container with a Landlord. How to support Ontario's Teacher strike! They have to pay for an education to teach, and one does not load their sixteen tonnes and go deeper in in the hole being buried in debt for nothing. I had also invested in about $10,000 in tools for engineering, which were stolen at one point in my life. </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Appairently, one can only sue the Government of Canada, for a maxium pay out of $350,000,000.00, well so be it. Let the Schizophrenia Society of Canada have the money to help persons with schizophrenia, to make some small change for the positive. The cost of using the word "schizo", by an elected official to the media, was a very expensive mistake, I am still pissed over this. What I became when my community took me in and nicked named me. It is like another A.K.A., on top of all the other names I have been called over a sixtious time span. Now reduced to Doc GM as a signiture name, not too sure what became of the Doctor Goober Modesty name, a lot of rumours float in the rains of gossip, as I am a rising star in art and engineering once again. It takes a community to save a life of the less fortunite, and there are multitudes of less fortunite, like there are multitudes of people with abundance, who have to help share the load of society, and not have a free ride through life at the expense of others. </span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> My work and pleading to introduce my water processing into what can become a common practice for one's health. I am proving it once again working with a Pharmacist, 811 Nurse, a GP Doctor, and the unfortunite psychiatric past. Where one gets stereo-typed by the grey matter of the mind with schizophrenia, which is evident in brain analysis post mordom. Schizophrenia is through out all ethinic groups and delusion in some extreme religious practices can be determined. In</span></span></span></span></span> the same light an apparition to a Theologian , is a hallucination to the Psychiatrist, found in schizophrenia cases, like in my own personal case. Working toward cleaner air through my window filters, I try to succeed against all odds, but Canada will not let me earn money due to sabotage endorsed by some as in my case histroy. Just because I carry the schizophrenia diagnosis, it does not mean that I am not an individual that is delusional about everything as Psychiatrists testified in Court proceedings. I have to try and convince psychiatry that my engineering is not delusional, it is still a malpractice law suit around this stupidity. I know what is in the media, through listening to the radio and watching quality TV, which I do not hallucinate as Psychiatrists claim. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> The stupidity of my life, even although I have installed window filters in my apartment where I live, and have a circulating fan with a filter on it as well, I still can not earn a decent living due to political interferance. Why is it so hard to to launch a proto-type design in this Country, Justin took the tatoo not me, I know all about the delusion of "tatooed into the faith of time", all these tatooed jealous people with their now medical handicap. I have no tatoo and I am perfectly healthy for my age and mental health status, while rebuilding again with sabotage doing me in everywhere. I have friends and associates with tatoos for certain reasons, the whole affair and original reasons for taking a tatoo has been lost. Email me if you are in the Montreal area and want window and ventilation fan filters installed in your dwelling, for the benefit of your health. Working together with financing, this filtering concept can be done in most dwellings, while developing the concept with what is yet to be put together correctly, by a competant engineering team. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I fought so hard for proper engineering application by guide lines for dwellings,when standing up for the National Building Code and trying to apply it, to stop gyprock over old plaster instalations. Then I now have unearthed suspended ceilings put up under old plaster ceilings. One problem ,when the roof leaks under wear from normal to extreme envi</span></span>ronmental conditions, how does one get to repair the old plaster ceiling, if they can not get to it for the suspended ceiling.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Rememberance Day 2022</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARhzJ5C6vxd9i3clYkl7ftfRoL6Bb6Eo8qLRD-jImIkeUjPWO-5ULnjlEmYMNAeKa7BA5WKM6ELVHtD74BSqJVvI3Q7JSBh9pDwar3kj8O2nL0tAnEp7pvSbNk6W-gokN9u580qvEkGafVa77v4UOYGX1UXxgKge7CMDg2Rw1AFD30vMr2oA/s647/flag.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="473" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARhzJ5C6vxd9i3clYkl7ftfRoL6Bb6Eo8qLRD-jImIkeUjPWO-5ULnjlEmYMNAeKa7BA5WKM6ELVHtD74BSqJVvI3Q7JSBh9pDwar3kj8O2nL0tAnEp7pvSbNk6W-gokN9u580qvEkGafVa77v4UOYGX1UXxgKge7CMDg2Rw1AFD30vMr2oA/s320/flag.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: 700;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span>The above work of art was done while standing up for the National Building Code, I took it to my local legion at the time, and told them I needed help to get it finished, with the tomb of the unknown soldier to be painted in the center of the circle. The art was lost to a Bailiff's container, just prior to becoming homeless, but saved through the digital era. When I was standing up for the National Building Code here in Montreal, there was an ad in the paper for joining the Canadian Military Reserves, and indeed I did apply and made arrangements to somehow survive. Like a RCMP Officer said to me when my life was getting out of hand, "Never give up your hope", it was something like that, how can I qoute so many years later. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I started fighting for justice as a child, when pinned to the ground by two neighbourhood bullies, I screamed 911 repeatedly claiming an attempted robbery of Montreal Gazette collection money, which I had on my possesion. Sometime around that part of my life, I was taken in at a young age by Police Officers on my paper route. I will leave it at that for now. I knew by instinct to cut a deal to survive Canadian society while in Uniform in the Coast Guard training I went through. I admit I was used to complete a mandate which I have done several times over, being a special Artist through how my story panned out in nugguts of gold flowing in engineering and the arts around me. As it was mentioned to me, "what you are</span> worth, now I really got to watch over you". Who is crying foul now? I have a lot of backing for doing what I am doing having control of my life again, to always being my basically happy in nature. I solved quite a few problems by processing my water again, and on the verge of landing a golden egg in psychiatry, through my friends and associates, with a Pharmacist that knows me better than the Psychiatrist. I have to deal with psychiatry for the Courts in mental health. When will the ball and chain of psychiatry be cut down to size for their stupid medical practice around me through unevolved Freudian concepts. So I am controlled by a Psychiatrist with the Courts and Tribunal Adminastratiff in Quebec, I have a good Legal Office at tax payers expense, fighting the Psychiatrists tax dollars to do me in with a chemical treatment plan, with no real proper follow up! I close for now, with my winning hand of my own occupational therapy to keep busy, and be a productive person in my community and society on the whole. </div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-42498740485840066752022-09-18T05:53:00.150-04:002022-10-13T11:56:29.629-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition IX<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihbVbci3bApguJsJ0pqyOrtawvi0m4Hsj9adxWomduJRikEjk7h5MrE5kbMywm2R3e6IB0mrs7F-P-b8LNFsUYjQ2lTJm_QRuZJ4Eaj8TrWx5nXMb6j4lHoBJnT4NTtgRItLMyB4NObLtrpSDerUMZ2U6SyVkOz85Nriq-9TJ7Yrc4V51IM7g/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihbVbci3bApguJsJ0pqyOrtawvi0m4Hsj9adxWomduJRikEjk7h5MrE5kbMywm2R3e6IB0mrs7F-P-b8LNFsUYjQ2lTJm_QRuZJ4Eaj8TrWx5nXMb6j4lHoBJnT4NTtgRItLMyB4NObLtrpSDerUMZ2U6SyVkOz85Nriq-9TJ7Yrc4V51IM7g/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> Doc GM</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Here we go again, the start of another blog posting. Time has past a bit too quickly, but that does happen when one keeps themselves busy. My company has had some income every month of this year, the end of September is near, and another quarterly financial report is due, for my Last Resort Income Agent here in Quebec. The stupidity of Canadian politics, the Provincial and Municipal Governments back my self employment efforts as a mental health consumer, where the PM's Office is sabotaging us with communist Ottawa on our backs, causing suppression, thus interfering with different levels of Government possible tax grap from me. What are the Courts going to say? That I hallucinated Justin making reference to a Merlin Priest while speaking at United Nations. I think Justin should explain himself to the Canadian people, on who is his Merlin Priest, and his pay scale and functions.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> As I work in the vacinity where I live, making some money self employed, while doing some physical labour as occupational therapy, thus saving my own life once again from being over medicated on a chemical treatment plan with no occupational therapy. I succeeded in getting my medication level reduced, and like I wrote in the past, I am now getting more and more organized while getting my act together to be productive. I always built my life through investing in myself, by working on scholastic education and partaking in the practical application of engineering, the arts and writing. Political inferance seems to be my handicap right now, stopping me from advancing to a higher income bracket more quickly, than what it is taking me now.</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span><span> Then of course there is all the talk that I am going to prison, to go to prison you have to pass through a Court room, while being defended by a Lawyer, and if need be cut a deal with the Crown Prosecutor. Thus making for a swift and speedy trial to save dragging out Court costs and legal fees. So stop yapping that I am going to jail, or come and arrest me on what ever trumped up charges you want to make around me.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span> </span><span> I am getting a charge out of my life now, thinking and remembering, 50 years ago September a Indiginous gal was the apple of my eye in first year of junoir high, then 40 years ago. I was out to sea, working 12 hour days 7 days a week, then 30 years ago I stopped the Montreal East End Oil Refinary from blowing up, it was around that time. through having a social with the Field Operation Manager and discussing our work to each other. Then 20 years ago I was standing up for the National Building Code still. 10 years ago I was caught up in crap around my Mother and I ended up having to deal with a hitch in the Homeless Missions. I will zip it shut for now, my whoof and mouth disease is typing too much. So here is my Celtic to Indiginous style art of the Government Hound Dog below, sniffng out bull shit on a special leach as a schizo/genius. A long time ago I was told there was 1.5 million contrafeit Canadian Social Insurance cards, yea like what is going on all these years later. Zip...zipper style?</span></span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GJWAQTWFUkoVw90p33fcYrWAYNNMRF18vSRkQfzz7_26Eaoezn8sVRXkKpM6LatmkKQe3NlCaGuOVl9rHmyGOl5xX3K8nHCbjGNuvWtFBNX_v0E-7c4d0VAyThZaR6RPiwInBiHnsPNDCOi8UbXRSd7aTojUKWkpKWZBypqq7kk_WEk0XAs/s639/HDog.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="639" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GJWAQTWFUkoVw90p33fcYrWAYNNMRF18vSRkQfzz7_26Eaoezn8sVRXkKpM6LatmkKQe3NlCaGuOVl9rHmyGOl5xX3K8nHCbjGNuvWtFBNX_v0E-7c4d0VAyThZaR6RPiwInBiHnsPNDCOi8UbXRSd7aTojUKWkpKWZBypqq7kk_WEk0XAs/s320/HDog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> Some say to leave my blog as it is, even although it does not meet Google standards in substance, for Google advertizing like I had. This blog being my Court evidance of me and what I went through, from the mental health situation I am in. With myself being dubbed, a modern Canadian Otto Dix, another brillient German from the past, an Artist of WWII, who carriend his Troops through the trenches of WWI with his protraying of it in art. The following art in the picture below, is from an Indigenous Artist's concept, being studied by me,while her work was in a museum while I was in the homeless missions of Montreal, surviving a winter while finding my salvation. Now it is Canada's National Day For Truth & Reconciliation 2022 for remembering a sad part of Canadian history and dealing with our past as a Nation.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsXlSyrNNrH-cOhczjubVQq8RUeTpQ4fUJ4FfII8_bjGvvDUGRHHmlOuYQpZELHunFirnAWHzGFrKRZPYK6TuS2MzwA3WKO5PuxikBUOC_XL3vj-JGy78oXm1cBhiXoTiuGl0x1buv0vvbo3zEXewbUaAAPDcgRad2YJaec9Ls6cPGg_m6iM/s4160/ScarProject.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsXlSyrNNrH-cOhczjubVQq8RUeTpQ4fUJ4FfII8_bjGvvDUGRHHmlOuYQpZELHunFirnAWHzGFrKRZPYK6TuS2MzwA3WKO5PuxikBUOC_XL3vj-JGy78oXm1cBhiXoTiuGl0x1buv0vvbo3zEXewbUaAAPDcgRad2YJaec9Ls6cPGg_m6iM/s320/ScarProject.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I have to deal with what I wrote on the Internet through being an angry mental health consumer, with the hospital being in denial that I had media attention going way back. It became a curse through the un-necessary suppresion and being told I was hallucinating radio and TV when I was not. The Pharmacy now knows me better than the Mental Health CLSC in Montreal that I deal with. I am a bit scared from it all, mental health is no bed of roses, it seems like it is more of a thorney path, and you have to watch your soul with every step. I always felt different from the others in mental health, and fought for everything that I have, it did not come easy, I now own a lot of recycled furniture, building what I had in the past out of nothing. It has been eight years since I got out of a unjust incasaration in long term care. Then slowly making my point and through partly manipulating the system, to get less medicated from a stupid chemical treatment plan while having nothing to do. I found my own way of putting my talents to work, in a lot of cases I made no money, rip off working for nothing, but a labour of love to keep busy, and be productive while on a chemical treament plan in psychiatry. Through fighting for my own determined path to recovery, getting the medication changed so I could function, even if it was just for my own self determination. Psychiatry thought they knew me, but they never had the time to sit with me to nuture my intelligence for a form of occupational therapy, the system never reasoned with me, it was all Court ordered bull shit for chemical treatment plans with no occupational therapy plan attached to the Court orders. I have boxes of Court orders that need properly disposed of. With the change of medication levels so that I am not chemically castrated any more, I am not having the angure problem, while my particaular case of somewhat of a schizo/genius in art and engineering, the two fields of profession that I studied whole heartedly, is getting me through with self creating my own occupational therapy and quality work habits on my own. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Part of getting my life back is owed to processing my water through filters that I developed and investing in for processing water. Moving the 4 L plastic bottles is exercising within its self. The healthier water I am pursuing, for cook and drink water for my coffees, where the discolouration of the my filters speak for themself. It is like the phrase, seeing is believing, I trust my work around my water science, even although a Psychiatrist testified in Court that my water processing was more or less a delusion. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Here below, is an image of inspiration from a Church service. it</span></span></span> is some sort of Godly thought of water and the plant life to make a surreal piece of art, as I wrote, it was done after an inspiration thought during a sermon in a Church service while in the homeless missions, when I was still banging out works of art in the missions. Feeling the gift of giving, I have a lot to be thankful for </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipANmRxK6e80sRv4ZN9rgNkghWfKlzav2glP54JGW_qm6_nrALxlSuQ8rpdsOX71uafvUH33SasK5hYVAkk8yuax6BEJ9wdVSJcTwZWiyCPhE5vtIdY1eKNS15CwOEjMNSrA8uH-rq7XYn-aKwXwyO5mtil-XYxLKVQf6oHpRlHGd3KImV1Ow/s3300/scan_2022opensky.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3300" data-original-width="2550" height="562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipANmRxK6e80sRv4ZN9rgNkghWfKlzav2glP54JGW_qm6_nrALxlSuQ8rpdsOX71uafvUH33SasK5hYVAkk8yuax6BEJ9wdVSJcTwZWiyCPhE5vtIdY1eKNS15CwOEjMNSrA8uH-rq7XYn-aKwXwyO5mtil-XYxLKVQf6oHpRlHGd3KImV1Ow/w420-h562/scan_2022opensky.jpg" width="420" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">this Thanksgiving Sunday. It has been two years since I got out of a mental health hospital, where I ended up after doing my term under arrest by the State. I have a good team of Medical Professionals working with me instaead of being chemically butchered by medication. What it took for the system to see me as a public figure schizo/genius, my own occupational therapy worked, to the point where I am getting more and more acknowledgement in my community for my acomplishments.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> As to what I did emailing a lot of places, even sending my water research paper to a Zoo in Quebec, to get the chimpanzes to learn how to process water my way, for themselves and other animals at the Zoo. Like I wrote, volunteer work gets you things even if by being supported with food vouchers. Thanksgiving words of wisdom that came to me, after my Church sermon I absorbed this morning, from my Reverand hosting the service: "Being thankful for the blessings of hope through faith, even although the challenging nature of faith, causes one to curse their God, for the misery dished out to one in life. It is just God's way to set you on a path, to grow in various degrees of human nature." </span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Human nature and war, I do not want to take sides of the Ukraine war with Russia at this point, war is war! How to put it, what is the difference between Israel launching missles on civilians areas in Gaza, it is not a war crime too, but it is accepted military tactic, as Israel is a friend of NATO. I am just debating this in my head, what is the Ukraine war really about? It is human nature for some to be bullies with armies, and some people/politicians will not listen to reason, then war often comes about. I remember the first TV war as a child in Canada, Veitnam conflict, who backs who for what reasons? War is dumb but has always been in human nature since Abraham in the scriptures. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> How not to make comments in public, as to in a coffee line this morning. A young Jewish lad expressed himself to the Cashier, "I am a Jew and resent what he wrote", heard while I was standing in the coffee line. The Cashier express herself back. "I resent what you just said, I am from Palestine." So it would have been best for Canadians to stay neutral in public conservation, and let the Government of Canada take sides by suppling arms and training to the Ukraine war effort. Thus putting Canadians to work in arms dealing, creating jobs where there is a shortage of manpower with steel toe boots, but our Government is a committed member of the NATO allegance, hence they try and fill the wrong shoes. To be there for more of a peace effort, if Canada had decided to stay neutral and try to broker peace with suppling food, water and medicine to the Ukraine. Thus putting pressure on both sides for peace talks, instead of being an arms dealer, for a select few to get rich from the war. It is next to impossiable for me to earn a decent living in Canada, due to blackmail that thrives in our democracy, that makes life in Canada impossible. Would Putin offer me work and a chance to breed, where I am not allowed to in Canada with being a schizo. To suit the Canadian Government, I can not crawl up into my Mother's womb and come out an abortion or miscairrige, she dead! I have no real family on this side of the ocean, really now, if I get a pay cheque and fucked and blown, I do not really care who I work for, as long as I can earn a honest day's pay and do my taxes on money earned. Yea like trading places, I go to Russia to work as an Engineering Technician and get decent housing, then an Ukraine refugee can have my room to rent with Quebec's last resort income cheque, and pay a Landed Immirgrant slum lord the rent instead of me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>To think, to be free of Canada's blackmail and politics, on the lunch time news, our Prime Minister used the word "schizo", and a reporter called him a biggot. One would think Justin had learned something about mental health over the years, with his Mother being a mental health consumer with bucks in her pockets/purse, for her status in the Canadian community. Only a schizo can use the word schizo, it is like the "N" word, Justin proved himself to be a biggot once again, with his misuse of the word schizo, in his news conferance today on Oct 12th 2022. He should resign from politics over this, his political theatrics do not wash over the schizo word!!! It is like Justin needs some sensitivity training over mental health issues, and what, tax payers have to pay for this too? </span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> I am suing the Prime Ministers Office on behalf of all persons with schizophrenia, world wide, we will clean out Canada of all revenue and oil reserves to provide for my fellow persons with schizophrenia in a small way. Then I will get the fuck out of this demented country that gets no facts straight about any thing, what, everyone from my past got something to say in slander, which I will not have to listen too in Russia. Then when in public places, I am not going to have to hear that I am going to be bludgeoned, when I am in a safe environment like Russia!!! Now that I broke this news, I hear the "Man", Putin has a daughter that is O positive like me. As to an RCMP concept, where there is one, there are more! So Russia has O positive women by logical deduction, a fresh start in psychiatry and on the chase for a woman to breed with, is something very attractive. With my grade 10 education from taking a course back in high school, I know I can only breed with a another human of the opposite sex that is O positive like myself. I will still get my Church on zoom and hopeflully I will make good contacts for developing my stethoscope probe as a device for a cell phone, along with my water processing. A chance to prove my water paper as being valid medically, with the results of consuming the cleanest possible water for cooking and drinking. I am sick and tired of the industrial sabotage that I have to deal with in this country, and living in an apartment with two very questionable characters. It has been 17 years since I touched a woman, two abortions later through help from Social Workers, and two women that tried to put me in prison for selfish gain, I have had enough of this crappy life. The abortions were to stop questionable women that wanted a child for financial gain from my hard working hands. At 62, I am really fed up, being in Canada really sucks!!! A lot of Canadians are still bent on putting me in prison, for what? Canadians and their petty problems of being jealousy people, that would rather ruin a person's life than see a person succeed, as in my story. To let the country know, I am like my Father, I can not be bought to be silenced like people that do anything for money. Here ends the lesson to Canada's corrupt bull shit around me.</span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span>. </span></span></span> </div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-75588648009757042162022-08-16T20:42:00.156-04:002022-09-18T14:55:33.763-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition VIII<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dBPcTLcKyGTSM46zD_iWiBnrwBfDE87_T1db8K2XuVZSLKHEvouM-OhPFOSBX7f59DTuJnGLM9gspzD5EAdSbiLYnd5nUxBT66ErQhB_z5_jxKfjw9NdZE9wYxBjUtEZYQtx9sQz4SeGqBi8WlIMvMNcukFGw5S9q38ZVN4IYBlS0U11UyE/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dBPcTLcKyGTSM46zD_iWiBnrwBfDE87_T1db8K2XuVZSLKHEvouM-OhPFOSBX7f59DTuJnGLM9gspzD5EAdSbiLYnd5nUxBT66ErQhB_z5_jxKfjw9NdZE9wYxBjUtEZYQtx9sQz4SeGqBi8WlIMvMNcukFGw5S9q38ZVN4IYBlS0U11UyE/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><h1 style="text-align: center;"> How Is One To Express Themself, When The Stupidity of Psychiatry Rules Their Life </h1><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Honestly, I am sick and tired of this life ruled by the Courts and psychiatry, and what does the Psychiatrist care? The system has had me walking to the Pharmacist every night to take medication infront of one of them. No one cares about the side effects of being over medicated for my skill level and aptitude, to the point where once again a female Psychiatrist has taken my sperm away with medication. I suppose she has got side effect medication to give my sperm back as well, which I doubt. Like she said to me, "I do not care about your sperm" While being alone with this issue, when their are 9 staff members getting a pay cheques, just backing up the Psychiatrist and doing me in with a chemical treatment plan. I am not suppose to bitch and complain, just swallow pills, all at tax dollar expense, while the system provides nothing in return. If I want treatment, I am to go to psychiatry emergency, for what? More wasted money with Doctors sticking together like glue, when they are doing in one of my testicals as a end result of their chemical treatment plan, that I have to follow or they will send the Police after me. Some body want to correct me for being wrong about this? I should not be feeling like this about the system, I have lost faith in it.</span><br /></div><div><span><span> </span><span> <span> </span></span><span>I wake up and get my vitamins in me, with a bit of a snack. Until I wake up from the sluggish body from the pills the night before. The testical is still sore, I will have to now pop some pain killers. This all came about from a urinary track constipation induced by the antipsychotic pill consumption. Where there is after drip when ending to urinate occures. Well what now, I just heard on the radio that Doctors resent my comment about sticking together like glue. Well the Psychiatrist and medical profession say I hallucinate radio and TV, so the antipsychoatic medication is not working but giving unjust side effects. I am sitting alone wondering who to call for my testical issue? All I get is an answering machine from my mental health system, I managed to get an appointment with my GP's Nurse, one problem, getting there on the other side of town where one needs a car. </span><br /></span></div><div><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Hopefully when I get to my GP's Nurse, something will be done with the over salivation I am experiencing as another side effect of the psychiatrict chemical treatment plan, I am tired of the drouling and spitting saliva when I talk. I do not make for good company as a result of this, just driven more into isolation from the mental health experience. For their medicale advice over the saliavation, they want me to put another chemical under my tongue, what I am suppose to do? Submit to thier money making medication skeme, off the skin from under my tongue? Then who in their right mind would want a medicated saliva kiss? I have lived and functioned on less medication in the past, without all these complications.</span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span> </span><span> Then as another side effect, the medication changes my focal point for my bi-focal glasses, which I just bought last Novenber/December. I do not believe what my life has become, being a lonely public pill popper for the Courts. I admit I have been in this position most of my life, somehow for the pain of it, I will puff on a bit of pot in a small pipe, it is also a way to get food into me through assisting me to feel like eating. I withheld writing these issues, hoping to have some workable treatment plan, one gets no where in this Court ordered system of psychiatry, yet to find away to over come into a healthier situation with some basic life essentials. More than likely be the death of me trying to achieve something better for a life.</span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> After my meal thought, how I feel betrade by the system that educated me, as I educated myself within the system. Logic process in my mind, like a game of chess, but developed in engineering line of thinking, to survive what I have been through. It still gets dam depressing trying to succeed with my tool box of ideas, such as processing water for health, helping in colonscopy which I did with the evidance of positive results when practiced. Why was I stopped from processing my water several times from sabotage, like other engineering interlectual property I conceived over the years. I am still waiting for returns from old investments in time and energy from years gone by, to a lot of my art I put together over periods of my life. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> My bitterness comes out in my writing, now I have extrapyramidal side effects from long term use of antipsychotics again. They have come back once more after being free of EPSE for some time. I made a short video of my contractions, and emailed it searching for help. I know I am drinking too much coffee, which does not help the situation any, where does one turn when the system works against you. This posting has become mess up thoughts, frustration at its peak, I have to leave soon to go to the pharmacy for the ritual pill popping.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> How to edit all that I have written, now that I am home knowing I am a mixed bag of emotions. The years have come and gone, eight years since coming out of long term care. That time period slanted the system against me, I am now off the drug that started my urine after drip as a result of urinary track problems, the Doctor said I was getting older, I did not swallow that too good. The problem started on a certain drug and I mention this fact to my attending Psychiatrist, after he started my prescription. Now I have the problem full tilt and yes off the one certain drug. Like one TV Doctor said, "Sometimes the patient knows..." I knew my body at that time, I was donating blood and all before long term care, my first arrest was the mind blowing part to the psychiatric record for the Courts.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> Why was I suppressed the way I was? I always heard it stemmed from south of the border, Americans did not want me to succeed or something, I wrongfully did American bashing out of it, who is suppressing who around me.? All I know is the media attention is real and I am alone with the gossip of a grape vine. I never knew what my brother was up to in life, I only hear rumours of what he has done, which was not exactly for the benefit of man/woman kind. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> With regards to my comment on how Doctors stick together like glue, my science of theology and water paper that I put together as a visionary schizo/genuis, with my filtering process. Doctors seem to admit the healthier benefits of cook and beverage water that go through my process of filtering by gravity. People admit what I accomplished by doing the filtration process for themselves, and getting their own results. All in the benefit of human kind, sharing medicine through Doctors of Medicine and Engineers Without Borders, with myself being an associate member of Engineers Without Borders, as an Engineering Technician. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> It came about that I did a search on the rhesis babies, comparison to schizophrenia, and yes indeed there is a known link. Then answering to the Godly science of medicine, justifing myself with schizophrenic issues from a young age. I trained myself diligently for certainly being with the spirit and stategy, in the fabric of my being, coming of age with knowing my schizophrenia from my birth, through the education stages and backed by medical records. Forestalling a clash of interests, staying calm trying to be of reserved spirit. Yet still in strong spirit as much as possible, hoping not to cause unsettling accounts of experiences but do. I studied my own strategies to become indepth of my own winning spirit, to have the financial victories for oneself as in yesteryear. Tomorrow should then surface as a victory that becomes easier for survival, as a financially rewarded person, for stature of place in a largely unrewarding structured society, one falls into with the associated stigma complexities and practice of mental health. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> The logical deduction of a basically lonely life, is to thrive for something, a meaning to the pharmacutical science for a chemical treatment plans for the "schizo" state of being, lost in a unresolved confused thinking process for lack of social life with others. I have been there, taken to hospital and adapted back with some norm quickly, around the social structure of being an inpatient. I used to always work with the hospital staff on the ward, I had methods to lead telling the staff engineering problems with the ward, sometimes I was deemed delusional around my engineering when I was not. The Nurses and BAP's on the inpatient side of things, knew I worked closely with student nurses on the mental health team, giving them visionary thought of automating the equipment that they were learning to use on rounds. I showed inpatient staff air and water filtration. I told them to take the concept to the engineering students from their schooling system. Why am I still alone if I have all these assets of inspiration from engineering.?</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> Here today being Sunday within my time span of writing my posting, I am left thinking about the concept of sin. I once came up with the word Envirosin, as a way to admit to doing things that were not so eco-friendly to the planet. Then it became Intersin on the net, firing away wrongfully as an end result of suppression and bullying keeping me in poverty. My Psychiatrist deems me delusional about media attention and being a public figure in art and engineering. I have had to deal with this situation for too long now, since I became aware of the media vine of attention, like a political hot potatoe in some cases, with reference to my situation being made. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> I have become well known in my neighbourhood, I always related the words "my brother the old pirate bought I, sold I , thought he owned I". stemming from a musician's song of redemption, I sure relate to his lyrics. When I think back, going through the Courts in mental health, I was never treated like a person of engineering stature, even when I offered to pass the Judge's glass of water through my water filters. I am still fighting to get proper space to process my water through the filters I developed, with the reverse osmosis system, by using different coloured spectrums of light, in a time laps setting.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> I also have put together a window filter, and installed it in my kitchen window, at the same time my air circulating fan has a filter on it. I am yet to put up a second filter in my main room that I rent to sleep etc.. My community on my street know me as the little Engineering Technician, that earns his keep with their help, while I invest in my proto-types, which are my design and fabrication side of my company, investing in my conventional products inclusive of my conventional art products. I am an Engineering Technician first, schizo/genuis second, one feeds the other in skill development with schooling and work to over come mental health issues, no matter who you are or location on the planet Earth. I had to come up with my own occupational therapy, while on the Psychiatrist's the chemical treatment plan in mental health, chemical treatment plans do not work alone.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVduneqiZBOe_4FwimuB3fCMANfaVHQjQUnAoRqMoHUdevtHQRC2_9Pny1j2gltnA6J0IqtcmHAje49C3yscWvGkeLWs07AihR5EpymiG0wjDyT9ZEfqdPIGJfWNopwliF1zDkeDy5-ZzrbYI99Pvvnej78aiibVpp82U-Zv2lPsIa8nLRzc/s3000/DOC313_Page_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="2100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVduneqiZBOe_4FwimuB3fCMANfaVHQjQUnAoRqMoHUdevtHQRC2_9Pny1j2gltnA6J0IqtcmHAje49C3yscWvGkeLWs07AihR5EpymiG0wjDyT9ZEfqdPIGJfWNopwliF1zDkeDy5-ZzrbYI99Pvvnej78aiibVpp82U-Zv2lPsIa8nLRzc/s320/DOC313_Page_1.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> With the times being what they are, I am posting this peice of charcoal drawing, how to be a gentilman, and honouring the passing of Queen Elizabeth II. I always believed in the Queen, and prayed she would see affairs of the Throne through, to the best of her ability. </span><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I enjoy challenges, here is one challenge for someone to answer for me, how is it a person that does not read or write English nor French, how can said people get a driver's licence in Quebec, or run a honourable business as an owner, to owning property. I get by doing work self employed through my company Creations Doc GM here in Quebec, and Doc GM Creatilons in the rest of Canada, by knowing how to read and write for taxes etc. It is just how to curtail this lack of education situation, that has landed imirgrants succeeding more than others in this country called Canada. My parents were landed imirgrants, I got no problem with individuals from these roots, it is how to work together for fair wage between both business associetes, without scamming slave labour out of a Canadian that is educated like myself. There are labour laws and wage control in Canada, the present system fails when people in general end up working for next to nothing, and the rich get richer off slave labour, using people while breaking labour laws by Canadian standards. This does go on, I got used as a slave in my neighbouthood by a "bull shit" Landed Immirgrant, who is a business person that used me and my psychiatric financial benetfit for my income, during a time period, when I was proving I can work while taking my mental health medication. The business person I was involved with, was getting me to work but with me getting caught up in not being paid for services. If one can not read or write english and french, how does one make an informed vote as a Canadian citizen? To filling in government paper work and all, I know this goes on, but how do they get off with it? </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> The supper time News was interesting how a manufacture gave French lessons to his multilingular staff of Landed Imirgrants, so that they could better themselves in the system insituted for language protection of Quebec's French speaking community. Going way back I had an employer that would pay for my electrical lessons in school after work, in passing the course it would get paid for, and a pay raise insentive, that was when I came back from the coast dazed and confused with my schizo issues. It was my first job in Montreal related to the engineering field, I have since built a solid engineering back ground, from ships to land based production establishments, of invested money for jobs in the Canadian economy. </span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Fishing through my blog, I do not remember all the bashing on the net that I did. Why did Bush say what he did, appairently he was another politician that had a gripe about me before I knew it myself. How sorry it got, when too many people got out of line running my life and denial of who I was, to who I became as a man, working through a mental health system since 1984. I started writing my blog the beginning of 2004. Now I am in control of certain aspects of my life, still forging away in art and engineering, physical labour, along with writing to have a honest bill in my pocket once again like I acheived in my youth.</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><br /></span></span></div></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-73698101354889360192022-07-17T04:21:00.073-04:002022-08-27T15:21:37.283-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition VII<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHg2bNMly3e8S2HppgG9uSabntsCRL9bgPjDUdtcJkqXcC3gKs5dcl7PhpygEdlPRHIX7rCyix6Ssy9E-WVNWprvkJIH3qspYJv40Sm0Z5kX1G0YOARGEU13AblCqNEf0xTgSuUkqm2wBCmkp9vC62TSz0DzSvblmVlow26vCYH0rFxyFsMQ/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHg2bNMly3e8S2HppgG9uSabntsCRL9bgPjDUdtcJkqXcC3gKs5dcl7PhpygEdlPRHIX7rCyix6Ssy9E-WVNWprvkJIH3qspYJv40Sm0Z5kX1G0YOARGEU13AblCqNEf0xTgSuUkqm2wBCmkp9vC62TSz0DzSvblmVlow26vCYH0rFxyFsMQ/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><h1 style="text-align: center;">Getting More And More Done Around My Apartment, Now That I Am Not So Medicated</h1><div><br /></div><div><span> </span><span> Between doing odd jobs around the building I live in, like handling the garbage bins with the garbage truck crew, while starting up doing art again, with recycling as a theme. With some of my personal items, recycling and designing, I made a simple engineering drafting/art board, for today's accomplishment in the Montreal heat wave. Here is a picture of what I engineered for myself, as I forge ahead with my developed skills.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7MxbUMErAiMW8HAi8JdJUw42AaUEUfM6JXgtCHj1OzgUtQmJDkZbSNybJjQY2ARInkAXvWgN4TuUEHdwJ891PGMOkvoaSzoVwfUzEo3Tp2tO7lf7hUfP6JnfsYOWiq7Gk_uANOCcGMI0AQXVlC-XQCwa8rY02KHQL_SZsLpzrZ6qthpkGB8/s640/IMG_2022draftingboard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7MxbUMErAiMW8HAi8JdJUw42AaUEUfM6JXgtCHj1OzgUtQmJDkZbSNybJjQY2ARInkAXvWgN4TuUEHdwJ891PGMOkvoaSzoVwfUzEo3Tp2tO7lf7hUfP6JnfsYOWiq7Gk_uANOCcGMI0AQXVlC-XQCwa8rY02KHQL_SZsLpzrZ6qthpkGB8/s320/IMG_2022draftingboard.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I am also recycling more by handling the garbage bins, taking out electric/electronics from the city garbage dump and water table, through taking them out of the trash bins for environmental concerns. There are people that stand by me, to do garbage with strict</span> enforcement, to help save Garbage Collection Crews from dealing with lack of co-operation from community dwellers.</span> How to sort out a mess of green, brown and grey building bins for recycling, garbage and composting, While all the unwanted garbage made from what is suppose to be recycled, is left for someone to sort out in adverse conditions. We all have to do a bit more to save ourselves and what has become the state of the planet. I was advised by medical care to join a gym, with the lack of financial resourses, I work a bit doing the garbage bins, and stripping down electrical household items that are put out to the curb. Taking the controls out of them while putting just plastic from the items in the recycling bin. I was given a garbage bin and I marked it for recycling electrics/electronics, to be recycled right </div><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> I more or less volunter to help with the garbage bins with the waste disposal team from the city. I bleach the bins for the white parasites in the street garbage containers, with a tool I recycled from the garbage and purchased a part to make it operational. I am trying to earn extra money from doing this physical labour once again. It was my GP in medicine that wanted me to get in a gym, I could not afford that at this time, so I am trying the physical labour handling the garbage bins for exercise. Then I also use an covid bio-spray on dwelling common door handles etc, I do not work for free, this is a much needed service. This building I live in has had its day, and needs leveled, rebuilt for apartments and electric charging stations for cars in a re-structured design and construction methods for 2022 standards and evironmental considerations. </span><br /></div><div><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> The social and theraputic environment I am in now, is more founded with roots growing from March 2014 when I came to this neighbourhood. It has been a long haul trying to establish myself after long term care for 8 months, I will leave it as no comment at this point. The whole affair was stupid and unjust administering of the law. The mental health system failed me and the mental health act needs some hole patching and strenghtened out with a germ and virus act, in paraelle legislation for prosecution or defense of a mental health consumer for the Courts, or anyone one else for that matter. </span><br /></span></div><div><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Appairently people want to drag me through Court again, now that I am rising in popularity with people that see me trying to be a leader in handling the garbage bins on my street, while controling the white parasites in the bins. I built my life through the pyschiatrict shcool of hatd knocks, and blooming as something special instead of that stereo typed mental health consumer, that is the ugly duckling at first licks. I turn sixty two this August, and life is turning around into stability with a sound environment, working with the Pharmacist, Doctors, Nurses and Social Workers. I develope my own occupational therapy through pysical work and writing efforts on several papers to succeed once again and feeling myself worth out of it. </span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56pW7V455vN-gtfxcGxawzwGq0hPx_0ZdseZCc24-dizsGvehKEU07gDraFlpX8as386iK-gPX0XTG373Jb2pohJIRC4ysefvlU455sOjv-oc6qhMbEFh14nZQwMQpFBIIC_RjH7pkkgH4R5BEsX9_8WpyjVJszkrhF7IqmxbU7EK5yRjljU/s1640/wallhole2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1640" data-original-width="1246" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56pW7V455vN-gtfxcGxawzwGq0hPx_0ZdseZCc24-dizsGvehKEU07gDraFlpX8as386iK-gPX0XTG373Jb2pohJIRC4ysefvlU455sOjv-oc6qhMbEFh14nZQwMQpFBIIC_RjH7pkkgH4R5BEsX9_8WpyjVJszkrhF7IqmxbU7EK5yRjljU/s320/wallhole2.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> This piece of art was done when I was being processed through the Courts for an unfortunite arrest and due processing. Symbolic of breaking free from these chains of suppression, as depicted by a wall with a path through it, to some sort of break away from being confined with the stygma of mental health and ensuing bullying around it. My Father told me a bit, of how my brother bullied me around the wagon he made for us. I guess it never ended, and some sort of political might of bullying against me came about. I learned the hard way, I never knew what was going on around me with people that followed my brother, they deem me as their slave, or some dumb idealogy like this, and try to bully me into that position. How I rose to break free of this God awful mess I fell into, I will be getting retribution with time through the Courts, with a Social Worker Team aligned at my side to see me succeed. My tools and equipment I put together over time, since long term care, are going to pay taxes again !</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I claim all money I make from tips doing, Dep and Tim runs for associates. They add up over a month as income and justifies my being, for doing some sort of work in my community, that took me in without judging the colour of my mind, through the grey matter of my brain, as to schizophrenia post mordome analysis. The mental health staff that over sees my life, how do I word it, do they really care about me or is it just a job for money? No one in mental health industry has ever got me a paying job, I did that on my own, hiding the mental health issues to get work. Psychiatrists that write medical forms for individuals, and the Government that issues the mental health cheques accordingly. The Psychiatrist can not even get the facts straight about unfit to work etc. For getting monetary income, the Psychiatrist signs your life away into poverty as a consumer of mental health system, one is written off as unfit for work. By what they write for a lame excuse for their patient to get money. If the mental health system really care about one like myself, who worked all my life while taking mental health medication, I would not have to argue my point at the age of 62. I am high functioning and fit for some sort of work as an engineering technician, but the system falsifies documentation that I am unfit for work. One can not live on a mental health provincial alotment alone, it is not enough money, Mental health staff get all the money for dragging me through the Courts for their bennefit to have a secure job, I am alone with my issues and the staff I deal with have no time for me. I get a home visit once a week for what ? Giving the mental health worker power to run my life with the Courts, and nothing gets accomplished but me popping pills, while fending for myself to earn extra money with the side effects of medication. I even had to argue my point with Social Services that I deal with, over claiming the money I make. I should get a pay cheque for teaching the system about claiming money one makes, and how to work the books with informing the Last Resort Income Agent in Quebec, all the money made during the month, no matter how little or how much. I should never had that arguement with mental health staff, the stupid blackmail around me is more of a handicap for getting work, not my mental heath condition or status. It is not my fault, where it seems half the country wants under the table money and pay no taxes, they never thought about provincial taxes and paying into a Provincial Government pension plan. All these jealous people over my provincial pension cheque, because they do not have, due to not claiming money made over "x" amount of years. Then when one gets caught not claiming money, they bitch at the Government catching them, like they are up to no good, collecting taxes etc from unclaimed revenue. This gives someone a good paying Government job in a well structured system, of taxes and tax refunds, while policing the same system of monitary rules and regulations, to catch the determined scam-artist. The scam-artist ends up in a senoirs residence like everyone else, but sharing a room with a person, with a welfare cheque of a income, pensioned off with nothing in money or assets due to having a life time of scamming, then maledies or old age sets in, just costing the socialist system much needed money, where it is needed the most for senoirs care, as we grow in elderly population and health care needs. </span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I can never retire with my present financial income, I have to work until I drop dead on the job or something just as stupid. I can not get my inheritance because of what my brother did to my Mother's estate and assets. It has been five years this coming Christmas since my Mother past away, I only have myself to care for with my limited income, until if and when I get my inheritance.</span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> At the age I am now, I have come to realize how people in general, can not handle being corrected by a little schizo like myself. That applies to mental health workers as well, I can not be wrong over everyrhing, I am not as delusional as made out to be by the mental health system and the Courts. Why is it I have known more scammers on welfare than wholesome people that believe in paying taxes ? It boils down to having nothing for my labours, such as for the chores of cleaning the apartment and being the only one paying for cleaning products. I do the work around my shared apartment trying to keep it clean, while handling the garbage bins of this multi-unit building on garbage day, with the recycling truck or garbage vehical. Garbage and recycling services of the city are considered essential service, as to working with the the city crew and keeping the bins clean from these white parasites and other dirt that builds up in the bins, causing offensive odors from the city collection bins. Someone has to do this job for the building I reside in, it will have to be settled in Court, me against the Landlord of this building I live in. The building representative asked me if I wanted to work for him, I said yes with giving him my business card, but the landed immigrant decided no, putting his own kind from his country of origin, to work instead of me around the building. By voluntering one can get work by the reputation of the person doing the voluntering, volunbters higher amoung themselves as believing in volunteering.</span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></span></div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-27299977583820688572022-06-16T20:25:00.091-04:002022-07-14T06:41:59.019-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition Vl<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2-PnMsiVRBQS9D0aq-C1KEE7l9WCa0JyWqa9wabnT2RAydjev0hSKNdPXjsPOPx_iOyjP4ji1JCVsHxKU1KkhAruNKCibxcoAV2iBcK31ArcUr6jUkJ1_zIWaGz4Ybr9CbkC5fSIYQ0ucsOlyK8WYU_VA7Pz-FF_e-4O17Ad2IYZOAF_vpA/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2-PnMsiVRBQS9D0aq-C1KEE7l9WCa0JyWqa9wabnT2RAydjev0hSKNdPXjsPOPx_iOyjP4ji1JCVsHxKU1KkhAruNKCibxcoAV2iBcK31ArcUr6jUkJ1_zIWaGz4Ybr9CbkC5fSIYQ0ucsOlyK8WYU_VA7Pz-FF_e-4O17Ad2IYZOAF_vpA/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><br /><h2 style="text-align: center;">Finding My Way While Having Very Little, Trying To Cope With The Stigma Of Mental Health And How One Is Treated As A Weaker Human As A Result Of It</h2><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> I have a complex about my mental health situation, going back around 15 years now, I was giving blood donations, getting through some university schooling and building an art career. Around that time I started processing water through my own filtration process. I have lost everything more than once in the hard school of mental health knocks. My engineering was deemed delusional by mental health staff and I became all the more bitter with intoxication of aggression on a keyboard with the whole situation. Now faced with pretty well only having a chemical treatment plan, while still having no one to talk about issues with, since when and why I got my first arrest. The system and the Courts do not have the money or will, nor the desire to sort out the truth, or I would not be in the mess I am in with psychiatric care. What went on around Psychiatrists and I in court, nobody wants, it is demeaning. The little schizo as a burden to society, that psychiatric patient that must be controlled by the Courts, instead of a round table of compromise. I am going on 62 soon, life should have become a little bit easier, somehow to prevail in the system with the "schizo/ genuis" concept, which psychiatry says they have not encountered before. I had inventiveness in engineering at a young age, before consuming any alcohol or smoking pot. Which could explain why I had such a hard time at mental health, I had a education at my side as a mental health consumer with the attached schizohrenia title, that always tried to work in engineering. One could say their was something different about me from a young age, being bullied a lot for example, as I grew to what I have become with my qualities and down falls in suppression. I still try to make something of my life with the limited help I do get with social services in my Province and some self employed income from errands, along with looking for additional work in my field of engineering.</span><br /></div><div><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I wanted a round table agreement being made in mental health around me for a long time, the mental health act failed around me, looks like I am going to get a mess of facts sorted out, through cross referencing my medical file and blog as a testamony of my life since 2004. I do have interlectual property like anyone else, it is just why, can I not reap some financial rewards from it all. I was one of the first rhesis babies and was given blood transfusions and experimental medication to keep me alive from birth. I had a skin rash on a finger going through high school, the cream did not come cheap. When I started smoking pot under age, wrong as it was, but it seemed to help with the iches and flaking/cracking of skin on my finger. Now I am on lung medication for what my lungs have been through from the ships, industry to smoking combustibles. It is quite the process to stop smoking alone, with the pressure cooker of mental health for a balancing act, nervous as I am, I am still not consuming cigarettes or drinking any alcohol. </span><br /></span></div><div><span><span><span> </span><span> I have got my present Mental Health Team working more on my side for the Courts, doing a comparison study between my Welfare State Office, medical file, and my blog for dates and all with what has transpired. Ones signs paper work with a Social Worker that they have access to my Welfare file, so does my Lawyer.</span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><span> </span><span> The science of theology does not mesh well with the science of psychiatry, I was deemed delusional over processing and filtering water using natural spectrums of light, that are part of rhe Trinty while also being found in nature. I was pre-cancer at one point and solved that problem with my Doctor in colonosopy, through a water filtering process. Exodus to Moses, cleanest water well to heal with a team effort along side medicine, through reverse osmosis on water, as taught and trained, between engineering science and theology, of this devine Planet. How to pick up all the pieces of what we have become with divide and fractured terms of thought. Environmental politics to start preserving as much of our urban salvation, no matter what habitat with the changing climate, I keep these two coins in my pocket as a reminder of my Canadian roots, and the Peace Tower in Ottawa:</span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-YkF11OTQpe3A6TyYllEQnEUj0mhKDYrJ59as0e_ZxFEobaNdHVy-cW91Pxcr7ZbohXWtCoB4_CWozsJw-ZOLh87stSB0dDE37wsnzj6kDhZ98bMWPVvSbo8tpo8_HYtU1eoxwPLiJWoYQZ3h4iUeUuA6eRO1xp7-ifDi4yrLOE4rX-J0BE/s1280/IMG_2022VictoryForPeace.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-YkF11OTQpe3A6TyYllEQnEUj0mhKDYrJ59as0e_ZxFEobaNdHVy-cW91Pxcr7ZbohXWtCoB4_CWozsJw-ZOLh87stSB0dDE37wsnzj6kDhZ98bMWPVvSbo8tpo8_HYtU1eoxwPLiJWoYQZ3h4iUeUuA6eRO1xp7-ifDi4yrLOE4rX-J0BE/s320/IMG_2022VictoryForPeace.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> I am still left wondering why it is so hard for me to earn a living, but things are turning around, with acknowledgement of my capabilities in my roaming around the city, trying to accomplish more in my life </span></span></span></span></span>with my skills at hand. Art and engineering are both developed skills I worked at, with the age of me and being stunted in financial growth from various sources, it is now unravelling over time between regulatory bodies what truths lie out there around me. As people get to know me personally, I am not the problem that mental health made me out to be in the Courts. With being alone I have lacked good conversation, and to have an editor to help a bit for my blog even, could come in handy. I just told my mental health story, it was not all a pretty picture of what mental health can be like, truth usual does cause some crunching and pain along the way, the system did not like my version through an educated consumer perspective.</div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I was searching for something long ago, I did not really know what it was. Finding an answer spiritually was part of it. Once in hospital, when first entering mental health in 1984, I said I wanted to study theology. Later in life, like the recent past and the present, I am finding myself with my roots of Christianity, while coming out of a cave in thought. Will the Psychiatrist question what happened to me, through thinking out side the psychiatric box, so that they see there is more to my engineering, art and being as a mental health consumer, than they actually saw me as. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> I fired out on the Internet, and wrote somethings I should not have. I also viewed and heard newsclips I wish I did not see or hear. Mental health staff said I hallucinated the TV and radio, when I was not. I made a lot of mistakes under this suppression, which was even denied around me as well. Bitter and still looking for and desiring a qualitive conclusion to substantiate justice, for me and others in mental health that find themselves in the Courts, from being accussed of something. The mental health consumer is not always to blame, some of us are bullied as a weaker being, as in my case, so there must be others in the same perdicament.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIV5QofgxhDATWHVsiliIXUz3Ini0f4lhycriNBQ3KgUya7Zwzl7q2QcnsB6s2364PbOrbGs9ohp2I1dCpTHlhEU6DGSOx58GzR4cA4ZTlAATxbZS5aGzggC8D7FXHReehEgjyBJJtnJucMoRtwfvZym6TM2cTSt2G076ZlZQ5d00tW2LJbVE/s1056/Warrior1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1056" data-original-width="787" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIV5QofgxhDATWHVsiliIXUz3Ini0f4lhycriNBQ3KgUya7Zwzl7q2QcnsB6s2364PbOrbGs9ohp2I1dCpTHlhEU6DGSOx58GzR4cA4ZTlAATxbZS5aGzggC8D7FXHReehEgjyBJJtnJucMoRtwfvZym6TM2cTSt2G076ZlZQ5d00tW2LJbVE/s320/Warrior1.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><br /><span>The above work of art has become a bit of a contraversey unfortunitly, I will explain some of the art. In grade 7, the apple of my eye was a Canadian Indigeous gal. Up in the woods as a teenager, I made an actual hatchit/tomahawk, and gave it to my first sweet heart. The atire around the waste is a cross between a Scottish kilt or Roman Century, as to an original Native design of loin cloth of buck skin, with some bit of a present day steel toe boot on. Then a Bowie knife in the left hand. The sun in the upper right corner, is a mandela in art. Siymbolizim in art can be very powerful, from cave drawings in anthopology, to forging stone in shape and form to produce art with electric tools, to charcoal on paper as seen below.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYb5EmV0mssOcss91cDgD75Zpb-cr12ONL0-5k5dTQ1jqeTD3W960fGCanv66XXDhV-EHDXvbOnrbEE9wQuoL6UOHQTxBjZ7wNCqrAy3Mxp7tQ_Nlktdv7dolhQ2pj2UlCKCraabJFi8Vaq8sx_yKtTwoPmR459n4tRBNSh-D_P6F3_rINJ4/s639/Primitive%20Instincts.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="464" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYb5EmV0mssOcss91cDgD75Zpb-cr12ONL0-5k5dTQ1jqeTD3W960fGCanv66XXDhV-EHDXvbOnrbEE9wQuoL6UOHQTxBjZ7wNCqrAy3Mxp7tQ_Nlktdv7dolhQ2pj2UlCKCraabJFi8Vaq8sx_yKtTwoPmR459n4tRBNSh-D_P6F3_rINJ4/s320/Primitive%20Instincts.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Like someone said to me, in my neighbourhood with my family of friends, now that we have raisen in popuality in street talk, we have to watch what we say and do more closely. That includes what I write, draw and engineer as a technician. Trying to earn more money by putting my body back to the physical labour. My GP Doctor wanted me in a gym working out, to improve my condition after a couple of examinations. I could not really afford a gym and all, working to keep in shape while covering for one of the building team. Now we are all going fishing for a bit, it is just what we are baiting our hooks with, to get ahead in a Urban Jungle of a Metropolous. </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElb2x96gdrhxaI6C0buCnTJ3Ew6QctaT36gjDuzOOHPEkqCPOgD6uNhXi1nRlz0xd3PcJm-q-InTMUVzo5GAaz0Ymdu4sSepFuXExVmqqrz7dHPUfWOiBygEVtR9CVnjG9B3J3j4w0aIcmC0tF24K4UUi8sUPi4bFQjsCkbINvtVUAVBKQYs/s482/GoFish.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="482" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElb2x96gdrhxaI6C0buCnTJ3Ew6QctaT36gjDuzOOHPEkqCPOgD6uNhXi1nRlz0xd3PcJm-q-InTMUVzo5GAaz0Ymdu4sSepFuXExVmqqrz7dHPUfWOiBygEVtR9CVnjG9B3J3j4w0aIcmC0tF24K4UUi8sUPi4bFQjsCkbINvtVUAVBKQYs/s320/GoFish.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> Going fishing for answers still, what I found in my blog, yes it was American bashing, but I had to deal with a rebel flag bandana over the National Building Code and what went on with me fighting back with nothing but a key board. How do I pray for our American cousins in North America, I have family in various parts of the States, how do we keep deadly weapoins in North America in the correct and appropiate hands through tuffer legislation, to have more resourceful laws around gunpowder and associated machanical equipement. What ever goes on in the urban jungle, I have become very much more known with my engineering and creativeness in the arts. </span><br /></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-52093409227906664042022-05-17T02:33:00.054-04:002022-06-15T16:18:09.616-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol XX Edition V <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuVTiVzgoP8tT3Q89cM3wbN-00FgEIJd39EP-A0jx6GK8D1FS4qyr5XEQB2UFU9eJ0HqAA1MhFy6l1ifBYP_XMlZNJgHixwy_lbqwz2zxLLqEVjwsdYOUIVrAiYIbUeeeA5O-MnX_vTG0087JnC8c6-pPCZsc6cvme-Jj1df0AuZ-ISUei4s/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuVTiVzgoP8tT3Q89cM3wbN-00FgEIJd39EP-A0jx6GK8D1FS4qyr5XEQB2UFU9eJ0HqAA1MhFy6l1ifBYP_XMlZNJgHixwy_lbqwz2zxLLqEVjwsdYOUIVrAiYIbUeeeA5O-MnX_vTG0087JnC8c6-pPCZsc6cvme-Jj1df0AuZ-ISUei4s/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Doc GM</span></div><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Working Putting Together A Recycling Program in My Community, Improving The Present System As It Stands Now </h2><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I am on the go with my tools, working communication lines with my Bourgh 311, Municipal Government, along with my Member of the National Assembly in Quebec City, through telephone and emails. Trying to improve Monrteal's garbage pick up with the Team of Unionized Essential Service City Employees, while I consult as an Engineering Technician to make our city more eco-friendly. Repairing some items after washing them down with bleech, trying to make the community within its self more eco-friendly and neighbourly. With the area I am trying to work, which I would work from a map, using a strip of road property fronts and municipal bins, paid for mining rights of garbage, thus being registered and kicking into City budget for required paper work and all, around an enhanced recycling program. I am after a way to buy this mining licence from my Bourgh Office, registering with Fire Department and all. while working the building bins on my map, doing Team Work with Municipal Garbage Trucks on route. I put together a pallet from recycled wood with my tools and have it loading up with recycable large packaging boxes. What I did was not right by municipal laws for stock piling materials, while waiting for my guy with his truck. He has been down with covid and trying to recover. I pulled some text books from city bins that are worth $600, by Internet searches, I may have a student interested in them!</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> The month of May has really been passing fast, over the hill and gaining speed like the old saying goes. Doing more and more work with steel toe shoes on my feet. My General Praticianor wanted me to get in a gym, for the work out to help my bone densisty situation. Trying to get many things under control while working with what Quebec deems a CLSC Mental Health Team, to ensure I succeed with the skills I gained over the years, along with Canadian schooling, while trying to strive for less of a State hand out. As I survive and pay taxes with my company, hence building my Quebec pension plan. To even selling my logo when too old or in need of special elder medical care.</span><br /></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> It was sad what went on around me, the hospital not believing my story over media attention. In angure and fustration, my Internet presence went over board, yea the suppression while I was being told my media association was delusional, and testafied as such in Court....I went nuts and a lot needs cleaned up with help from someone, just who and why am I still alone for the most part. With the few good people I have around me, seemingly to be more of at a distance, like my Social Worker I am trying to get on my side for the Courts and my treatment plan in mental health, which is dictated by a Psychiatrist and the Courts. While I have no say in the matter. I guess the Psychiatrist will say, I am hallucinating on the news that mental health does not know how to handle individuals that come from uniform background, my story is exactly that! What I did with a keyboard with being mistreated in mental health, thank God I was never around a gun, my penmanship over suppression became my unjust weapon!</span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes it is hard to get a person to listen and then implementing improvements to the social safty net, I was always on my own for the greater part of my life, now the system around me has broken and over worked as it is, what my life has become as a mental health consumer at the age 62. I have been dragged through the Courts unduly, for what reason I was not to be believed, but deemed delusional for a period of time when I was not, that lead to me having an angure problem. Like many that once wore a uniform and lost every thing to mental health. When the mental health system would not believe my stripes of success as an Engineering Technician/Artist Writer out of uniform. Did I ever really leave what was in me from my training in uniform. I remember as a child during the Veitnam war, our family was visiting the United States, and an older man gave me an fifty cent piece, saying I reminded him of his son over in the Veitnam war. It was always a special thought instilled in me. I am medicated more and even find it hard to maintain writing abilities. I am emotionally dying at the hands of a psychiatric chemical treatment plan, forced on me by the Courts, that makes me feel like shit in the heat, along with other side effects. How do I write about this, I know too much much type thing .... or write science and engineering with a twist to the science of theology.</div><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div> <p></p><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></div>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-90742346248767409652022-04-16T16:47:00.080-04:002022-05-10T14:44:50.666-04:00Doc GM's Plitical Messenger Vol. XX Edition lV<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8ZNgoWPRm6JUSPO4Hv4Tgo4xpLvLF-1bCweJjTLgmHraUrbsY3AXZtYELIo3ec7Bv9s-Pt2-xeEhTMhfGG0VwmWRiP63DLtFVccjscOo0ZGcQrPx7DiatqUl3BieSSXDiHMicwqD5X36OXsH2wuDxJbiJQuT_WfW14aw-atqg9DtZzkmNz0/s245/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8ZNgoWPRm6JUSPO4Hv4Tgo4xpLvLF-1bCweJjTLgmHraUrbsY3AXZtYELIo3ec7Bv9s-Pt2-xeEhTMhfGG0VwmWRiP63DLtFVccjscOo0ZGcQrPx7DiatqUl3BieSSXDiHMicwqD5X36OXsH2wuDxJbiJQuT_WfW14aw-atqg9DtZzkmNz0/s1600/Rainbow%20on%20top.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Doc GM</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Here A Holy Saturday During Easter Weekend And I Am Left In Awe With What My Life Has Become</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span>Where do I start finding answers for my life, wanting a new start without all the psychiatric Courts hanging over my head. It is like a noose strangling me like always, with the life of poverty as a rope which draws tighter around my neck.<span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span>The need and want, to succeed with my education in engineering, it is like Canada has no place for me. As a mental heath consumer that is well grounded, while angry with what this country did to me as I evolved as a person, it is like going through the "Canadian School of Hard knocks", I tried to succeed with education and skill development over the years. While enduring many huanting memories from my past, elementry school bullying as an example. I witnessed things I wish I did not. Been through experiences I wish I did not go through. Yet I still plug away to earn a bill to cover expenses with the war and inflation at the present rate.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Having become developed in my writing skills, since being to school learning how, it has become a bit of a weapon for self defense and attacking the unjust over worked system. "The System", which is trying to run my life in some fashion, as an abused product of the mental health system, makes it even more difficult to succeed. The preconcieved notions of Medical Professionals in psychiatry that over see my care, they have never treated me as an equal partner in my treatment plan, the dictatorship becomes unbearable, what is so Holy about pill popping for the Courts?</span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span>I do not consume alcohol nor cigarettes, I still use pot for my nerves, due to the fragmented parts of my life, what else do I have for now? </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> My Saturday night, just got back from popping pills for what? They, the Psychiatrists, say I hallucinate radio and TV.......so I pop pills for the Courts.....</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Venturing onward this Easter Sunday, caught in a stale mate between pharmacuteical science and rational thinking of myth and legion around believing in scriptures. Who and what I am as of Easter Sunday 2022, being so outward in writing as a fustrated individual, just beginning to get the drift of what is happening in society on the whole. Like it was said in the scriptures, how Jesus mentioned that society is a viper pit, he was not that far wrong! </span> I am often psycholgically bitten by flash backs from my life, with being 62 soon, everything that happened that should not have happen in my life, to getting things that I should have had when younger for more positive life patterns. Some call it a late bloomer, with me it will be really really late.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> How ever late it takes me to better my life, I had a God given right to education and I applied myself in my field of study, in various ways while inventiveness came out many times. Some acknowledge what I have done with my expertise in engineering, while being a mental health consumer</span></span></span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span>at the same time.</span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span>Feeling the injustices of North American society, while viewing the injustices of the Ukraine, Russian war on TV, somehow wanting to make sense of what makes no sense.</span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span>I am trying to make some sense of my life somehow, where it basically makes no sense. I am hurt and discouraged by mental health that I am faced with now that it is 2022. I am an angry man like my Father was, with what has transpired, especially around my paper on theology and water science. The science of the cleanest water for consumption for the benefit of good health and what one may deem, reproductive science for gene mutation correction factor. Why did I come across the paper on the subject?</span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">I have a fare bit of editing to do, takes time </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span>The Courts and ridicule of the them came up in the News tonight at supper, I took my angry side out on the Courts as a Mental Health Consumer several times over the years. It was really hard, being dragged through the Courts for the state of ones mind, alone with no one but a key board. It should never happened that way, I once had a Social Worker that knew me, testify on my behalf, it should always be that way from my own past experience. Being alone with a chemical treatment plan enforced by the Courts makes no sense, it just consumes precious tax dollars with no consideration of alternative therapies, like getting back to work, to better ones life and financial status.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Who is to blame for the deaths found in war, the Generals of armies or the Politicians of controling influence ? How many deaths on the free streets of democracies, along with homeless in democracies trying to survive in varies temperate zones of this Planet Earth? Where do I find someone to survive with the stupidity of my life in Canada! I was once asked by Google in a "digital question", forget the question, but my answer was to the effect, "I hold Google in good faith they would not abuse thier position with me using thier service, and in the same light, Google can hold me in good faith that I would not abuse their services." It was along that line. Political influence could have been a result, where trouble came about around this original agreement. What transpired with myself becoming homeless and rebuilding as a mental health consumer with a solid education, how to explain and justify what all went on over my attempt to filter my water for consumption. What, my work was wanted, but I was not due to the colour of my mind, the grey matter of schizophrenia. I was an early rhesus babies in 1960 that survived, through multitudes of blood transfusions and as a last resort to keep me alive, my Father gave the Doctor premission to use an experimental drug on me. I am here to tell the story. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I had a good conversation with one of my Nurses and then a telephone appointment with my General Practician in Medicine. It is funny what has come out between the two medical personal and myself today. How would I put it, my GP Doctor gave me a new way to look at my life, as compared to always dealing with what became an unbalanced psychiatric treatment plan, the GP seems intent to sort out what he found while scanning my file during conversation on the phone. </span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> As I say to a few people, stimulate my memory, or I have my own blog since 2004 to stimulate my own memory, for a Court room par-say. It is too easy to say I do not remember. I remember pre-kindergarden with my first proto-type and calling for my Father, he knew what to to with it, with his working affilation with the Canadian Military. Dad had me on a Canadian destroyer as a teenager, my position was his apprentice, like I always was around the house. Even to the point of brewing beer and wine making for Mum together. After through a lot of probmatic situations, with a anchor weight of a cross on my shoulders as I struggle through political praise as Engineering Technician, with over due compliments from the Prime Minister of Canada. Mental Health Professionals never believed me about my media attention, while having to go give blood and deal with them in the morning. </span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Another day of some work and earning my two bits, while finding some time to make an entry. Justin, Canada's Prime Minister has made reference to my words and character. Justin as the Government representaive that you are, any budget to get dancing shoes polished up spit shine black, personally I need a pair to get to Church on time.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Well how do I put it? I got my tools working again on time and still making it to Church through zoom on time! My Canadian social sercurity cheque issued by the Province of Quebec, complimented by a whopping Quebec pension cheque and medication card, with education it got me down the schizo/genuis road to where I am now as a leader in steel toe boats, while I am getting to taste of success again in my own little hell hole through keeping my tools on a building dwelling maintaince team working.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-26401898893816294382022-03-16T13:05:00.285-04:002022-04-15T17:09:59.143-04:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition III<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2eAQKb2Cv4qvK-gDJtag-rTOf_OkXHk_tiiZbGkq3-K3X5EHe_vr4fpXbquh0fwWKmj2tlnHZAROnOcZCY8UVNcNNWehQvZJrIJTgswBzJ8FSqUhT4obsit-XqFnOIqEjyAPF9rcKmJUmb_c3C1SJ1g6WtwAdaRsFqUvi7gIWnXkgDUIruRM=s245" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2eAQKb2Cv4qvK-gDJtag-rTOf_OkXHk_tiiZbGkq3-K3X5EHe_vr4fpXbquh0fwWKmj2tlnHZAROnOcZCY8UVNcNNWehQvZJrIJTgswBzJ8FSqUhT4obsit-XqFnOIqEjyAPF9rcKmJUmb_c3C1SJ1g6WtwAdaRsFqUvi7gIWnXkgDUIruRM" width="245" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">War, Nobody Ever Liked War, Going Back To Abraham In The Scriptures Or Samson For Example, What Is The Orthodox Russian Church?</span></h3><div><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> War has been part of our history since the beginning of our recorded time line, Cain and Abel, which is in the scriptures of years gone by, was an early recorded text of conflict and death. As to any point in history, countries go to war against each other for various reasons, as in the past we warred over water, oil , metals and food. Oil in the past was cooking oil, that the middle east warred over as population out grew it's self in the region, old caravans of produce moving around their supply lines over land mass of our Planet Earth. As Rulers came and went when they lost control to others, Empires rose, then came and went. As in the past, villages could be over come by Normadic Tribes as to ISIS in modern times. A lot of these people from the caravan routes were known to be Armenians as nomads, that have been condemed over time and even genocide of their people has been committed, while nobody really bats an eye about this issue, they were under Soviet type protection finding a homeland place. Like the Jewish folk after WWll, for they were under Allied protection finding a homeland. <br /></span></div><div><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> All these people that want to protest the war with no real educational back ground, who is financing their protest ? Federal Government cheques for looking for work, my Premier of Quebec is looking for men or women workers to fill job oppitunities. Or are people, on the Quebec Premier's last resort income benefits protesting the war with hi/hers issued financial benefit. Here in my protest in writing, how do I put it? I am on Government money protesting my life situation like always. Here are some bullets :</span><br /></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span><span>George W Bush spoke on the BBC and stated that if any one did anything for a certain Canadian, theitr would be war. As President he went into a Gulf War as a delusional Leader of the free world. </span></span></li><li>In 1978 the old USSR went into Afganistan due to being sick and tired of truck loads of heroin being smuggled into their region throught the Kiser pass in the mountains, as part of a Global problem. </li><li>Justin, the Canadian Prime Minister said to Donald Trump, get your guns out of my Country, what is Sir Putin as I dub him, tired of his black market and bodies in his morge gunned down by American guns and bullets smuggled in, or other manufacture of gun running ? Blackmarket money can be a lot of American money as well on the World market.,who is going to let the cat out of the bag to bring peace and safty to the young and aged alike.</li><li>Well how do I put it, Bush got his stupid war as he wanted, and their Constitution backs the right to have the religion of your own belief system. Some American religious Leaders are delusional around religion, then they get to do what they want, even if it is a delusional belief system around the scriptures. Present time interpretations can point the wrong way, as to any other Country with religious problems, like my own Country. </li><li><span>War over religion, riffs in the Church, who believes what? For what reason? Who brain washes who with religion for their own greedy purpose. As to CIA drug experiements in a Montreal hospital, any one can do this with drugs and alcohol to gain control of an individual to make them a black market slave, for under the table operations. People thristy for religion can be controlled the same way. Thus undermining a proper and just system, that always fails due to stupid idiotic Political Leaders that hide the truth, by not listening to his/her staff, but think they know best as supreme Leader of a political party and elected as such! Many a Leader was found with alternative personal issues, for becoming a World Leaders over time.</span></li><li><span>Putin once said, "At least we are no Neo-Nazi's", well what, the KKK is USA backed swatika bearing people with there Hoods on and all, how to stop bigotry and spread more tollerance towards others? I have felt being bullied or shuned, it was for the colour of my mind, the grey matter of schizophrenia late in life, and as a skinny little runt of a child being pushed around and all, it never stopped!</span></li><li><span>The States have a lot of American based demented cults, that tries to spread its web around the globe like a game of "Risk". Wako, Texas demented cult that made Canadian News is one, I think somehow like our very own RCMP. Where there is one there is more!! We will hunt them down and keep them out of out true North strong and free, as others try to do with military might, eg: this demented thought of Merlin Preist around me.</span></li><li><span> Bush went into Iraq destablilising the middle east for American selfish gain under his Leadership. Why did Bush hate me so? I got his comments once.</span></li><li><span>I saw a News clip where ex President Bill Clinton said, "God sent him to us?", who may I ask was he refering to or about what? On American paper money, does it not say, "In God We Trust", who's God, what God, where the hell do I dine with this American God?</span></li><li><span>How many bullets do you want?</span><span> </span></li></ul><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span>Here I sit getting some lunch time News and something to eat, CP rail is taking some strike</div><div style="text-align: left;">action and the Government may put forth back to work legislation. Then you take, my Psychiatrist says I am not fit to work, even although I always worked and still work building my pension plan, against all odds. This dumb system is failing, I know it, the people know it and we have some sort of sick tatooed Leader in Ottawa, Canada, committing political interferance around me. The Prime Minister stole my words, "....Where is the Health Canada certified tatoo ink tank?" I started that on the streets of Montreal and idiocracises of Justin used my words and still doing me in with suppression under his Leadership. Did he pay GST on his shoulder tatoo he got?. People are sick of it!!! He did not bother to contact me, maybe because of jealousy or a sick mind as a political Leader I guess, he still used my words, from my budget to his, he could have asked me to write a speach for him about the issue.</div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> Now we will lead onto the riffs in the Churches over the war in the Ukraine, in a bit, I have to get back to some physical labour to prove I am fit for work and to breed, compared to the idiots that have called me "Schizo" etc, what I went through to work as a mental health consumer. I admit, I am effective at being Schizo! I will continue in building a pension of some sort with my company through my education level, either in Canada or else where. Really, how to be a real spectulator on Putin's blood type, I would be royally pissed if people started speculating about my blood type on the Internet. I openly put up on the Internet my blood type and some truths about blood work from my grade 10 biology class.</span> To bring the Church into this, at one time with pre-marrige lessons or groups, part of it was getting a blood test for compatiblity for breeding with, what ever. Some do, some do not, why did we loose gene mutation correction factor in humans, I tried to read the medical paper on the subject regarding rats. Yea the little rat I am, when I get to breed I will have human gene mutation correction factor, due to knowing what I am talking about. While being married in a Church as request by one Lady that tries to charm me.!!! Some Father's are saying to me, my daughter is interested in you, I feel good about all this charming late in life with no children of my own. One problem, all the political interferance and blackmail around me.</span></span></h2><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> With the Ukrane and Russian conflict, what is one to do? My Father had a role with the Canadian Military and Father like Son, here is who my Father was:</span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0qeE2A76AHnTgahWFSD0hQ1buKa5vGprfnwt3JRx2QloUPrq_7Vz2nDmsuYBwSkQm4XB9nVqn5p0YxrwbVNKWuboB4fqncrevx8TpInhzNdgB-jGS8-eWHRo9Mj5WuXUSCHYndHCALfvODVYShngE-eFaGxexPTIGYW3UB247XbeYgT6Em5s=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0qeE2A76AHnTgahWFSD0hQ1buKa5vGprfnwt3JRx2QloUPrq_7Vz2nDmsuYBwSkQm4XB9nVqn5p0YxrwbVNKWuboB4fqncrevx8TpInhzNdgB-jGS8-eWHRo9Mj5WuXUSCHYndHCALfvODVYShngE-eFaGxexPTIGYW3UB247XbeYgT6Em5s=w592-h399" width="592" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span> </span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">This plack from "The American Society of Mechanical Engineers" was presented to my Father for his engineering papers that he wrote. The date on the plack is April 1971, that was my grade 6 in elementry school year. I never knew, I was too young to know. It is on the News about Doctor's without Borders are working with combat zones, where ever there is a Doctor Without Borders, there is a whole team, inclusive of Engineers Without Borders, which I am an associate member of as an Engineering Techncian and playing my role at home cleaning up my water through research engineering. Which is applicable with the Canadian Military Disaster Assistance Relief Team, for cleaner water to supply as required, where they are deployed, as I started with my at home system with filters. Even DART can fall short of needs for the people, while they try to get clean water in a combat zone as for themselves and others. In the same light, the Military has to control the black market in a combat zone. It was on the News once , how a lot of United Nations Personal, all agreed that every country has an under ground illegal activity. Most countries kick into Interpol, the International Team of Police Officers trying to control the International flow of contraband goods, human smuggling, street drugs and guns. This is also a reason for war between countries to happen, I am tired of some of the bull shit I get in my face, while not being allowed to earn a proper living due to political interferance and with Psychiatrists marking me for unfit for work!!! How shall I put it, "Hey honourable Sir Putin, exodus, would you take me in as an effective schizo, I come with educational back ground in engineering. My company, Creations Doc GM in Quebec, Canada, just want to earn a pay cheque. North America will not let me, or may be I could serve under Her Majesty the Queen of England, earn some money doing something with my company for Her Domain !!! Who all wants to follow me to a promised land with good water through science and gene mutation correction factor in humans, I know something about breeding in humans by Godly demise.</div><div> <span> </span><span> </span><span> Hey Justin, what is this you got over me, why don't you put the black polish on your face again and come spin a yarn with me and my buddies. You know what is around me Justin? Now back to the business of the day. I did not know what this was all about, I almost died under Justin's reign instead of succeeding.</span></div><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> Below is a painting I am working on, seeing is believing for some people. What did I ever do but try to for fill my Canadian Coast Guard mandate, as to the role I was to play from a pre-arrangement agreement under contract. So here is a peace of war art: </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTPfWGj1F-Sb2HixNt0bVEgEdCtxZ1jYZiFrK6TgUVUwIgK92ekXE7Y6zlXsen1mSTkFrEbwG8NQMOsifDkrqJTFB6EBg1mJzzkgxq6q5D7tKiKvhWCXa_skjXVWFBYBvtw9pDd8iUva3JndPG6vKK_dtk58lzt7MhMOxaVhjZMxl3LK8A2DA=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTPfWGj1F-Sb2HixNt0bVEgEdCtxZ1jYZiFrK6TgUVUwIgK92ekXE7Y6zlXsen1mSTkFrEbwG8NQMOsifDkrqJTFB6EBg1mJzzkgxq6q5D7tKiKvhWCXa_skjXVWFBYBvtw9pDd8iUva3JndPG6vKK_dtk58lzt7MhMOxaVhjZMxl3LK8A2DA=w474-h337" width="474" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></span><br /></div><div> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I am up and at them, early this fine Sunday morning. Getting my first morning radio broadcast, what I heard was an insult to our lovely Newfoundlanders in this Country. The unjust, that Justin is running with corruption like the old Harper years. Another Politiician I got to put in their place, this Justin holding the Prime Minister's office of this Country, If I know what I am writing about, why is it no one will hand me a small contract for some engineering, or buy some art off me, return phone calls. Now I got people in denial they know me on the phone, when I have worked for them in the past. Which Politician is releasing what to the media, information that there is no such thing as "spinning a yarn". Get over to Gander and discuss this issue with the Baymen or Townies of Newfoundland. While making sure that you bring along a case of Newfoundland Sqreech, they most enjoy a little nip while spinning yarns about the environment or what ever. While nipping it out in a heated debate on, who is insulting who in this Country the most. Due to people never taking the time to learn something of the Country they reside in, as supposely Canadians, but with alternative reasons for getting elected. Instead of dealing with the political domestic issues, along with those abroad to keep Canada's economy running at all costs. Justin Trudeau is still a child in a man's shoes, with wife and children and there is a war on. Where ever I go to earn a living, there is political interferance to stop me, just like during the Harper years. </span></div><div><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> An example of political interferance from Justin Trudeau, when he was in New York at United Nations speaking, he refered to a certain Canadian saying that "He is a Merlin Priest for now,", for some reason I do not think he was refering to something honourable, what is this Trudeaus's demented belief system pinning this Merlin Preist title on someone as a tattooed bearing person. What, "tattooed into the faith of time" or something stupid like others? The Chineese Representative spoke after Justin on the news clip and stated there is no such thing as a Merlin Preist. Someone once said to me, that this is a real life game of Dungeons and Dragons, played by idiots using people for roles and individuals are not aware of what is going on. Even Hillory Clinton on her Canadian book tour, she said "there is no such thing as a Merlin Preist, he is an Engineering Technician." That hits close to home, since I am a Engineering Technician and a dead buddy of mine once said to me when asked," Who is this Merlin Preist?", with knowing something he pointed the finger to me. Funny how this came out and who started it with what delusional mind and financial backing for a delusional belief system, around a made up game of life, boiling down to Justin's delusion as Prime Minister around a Merlin Preist!!!</span><br /></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFYnoKEgG89swFaWM3P-jWgNcd3bXW5NuOeLcD8pMl9MlePPyV6CdGdKx5k898647-Mv5NgySwUJV8yvT2G7_gnDMgNIAvtfofRvKcn2xs1T53Xno8-m-XUOJSELORtfk7VGbORpgL2HIvEpxXuRHhTFTqPk0NvZdBCJPmKNr1n4zLs-mCkUs=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFYnoKEgG89swFaWM3P-jWgNcd3bXW5NuOeLcD8pMl9MlePPyV6CdGdKx5k898647-Mv5NgySwUJV8yvT2G7_gnDMgNIAvtfofRvKcn2xs1T53Xno8-m-XUOJSELORtfk7VGbORpgL2HIvEpxXuRHhTFTqPk0NvZdBCJPmKNr1n4zLs-mCkUs=w491-h310" width="491" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></div><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Boots on the Ground All Over The Place, Want "Pro-Per-Pay" For Labours, We Do Not Load Our Sixteen Tonnes And Go Deeper In Debt </span></h2><div><div><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>All these that protest with big rigs, like a good buddy of mine said when I asked, "Are you protesting with your rig, you just bought it?". His response was, "Hell no, I got bills with having wife and kids, I can not afford the wasted fuel!" So who is protesting and how/where for what alternative motives. I worked the trucking industry as a youth, during a summer in high school, later in life I worked a long haul chain smoking staying awake, to make sure the driver on the open highway stayed awake. When he got to city limits and changing gears, I got my nap before the morning work!! Enough is enough, the cost of all this to keep certain industries running, moving containers of imported goods and equipment. Items to be sold or machinary assembled by a foreign crew, while teaching young Canadians to be millwrights how to assemble thier machinary container by container, like building houses in Newfoundland from containesr. It is all steel boot work, such men do not like their kick ass foot wear to be messed with the World over! Soldiers on both sides of the war are in there steel toe kick ass marching boots that I know only too well. May as many of these kick ass boots at the war front, one day lay down their weaponary to pick up a hoe and shovel to help till the soil in some fashion, to save the multitudes of this Planet, the best way we can!!! A Psychiatrist I presently deal with, is unreasonable to the point of delusion. (she increased a certain medication level, now I am with more of a morning hangover and hard to function, I do not know what is going on with my pills, they are nuts making me pop all these pills) She will write me fit to work, then I will loose my medical benefits, it is like she could not plan a slow transistional program that I am slowly fit for some work to earn money, bit by bit, while being monitored in mental health follw up as stipulated by the Courts. Even although I am allowed to earn money on welfare/last resort income and always claimed my income through my company. My Psychiatrist could not reason with me, she made me fustrated instead!!! This afternoon I will talk to a Last Resort Income Officer in Quebec, about the same thing to see how I make out, compared to a conversation with a Psychiatrist and her side kick, a Masters of Social Work from today's meeting. The grey matter in my mind from schizophrenia and the stigma of mental health is a handicap with it's self, even when wearing my steel toe boots or shoes to earn extra money like I always did.<br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5fSFNuqWDVH9RKpVW-hpeDgtLmL22bSi-0dRtWqOkWtIlwqIw7GpI_UMHVGMdNBKmdSofgHYXG1t-MCuEGmZ2UpSdnXe3ZYfx53kbdOyxDfdQe6kw_E_3BW6MeJWvL3HRCqtGFGEuSktCXeUKTd-KGMPG-6sbof2Jpy5Pt2eOwu-FX8mTyI/s1280/IMG_2022peace2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5fSFNuqWDVH9RKpVW-hpeDgtLmL22bSi-0dRtWqOkWtIlwqIw7GpI_UMHVGMdNBKmdSofgHYXG1t-MCuEGmZ2UpSdnXe3ZYfx53kbdOyxDfdQe6kw_E_3BW6MeJWvL3HRCqtGFGEuSktCXeUKTd-KGMPG-6sbof2Jpy5Pt2eOwu-FX8mTyI/s320/IMG_2022peace2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span></span></div><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Newer Art To Older Art Of Mine, Let Earth Have Some Philosophical Order</span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicU1nIjOtp1szTiQBuRQtmGAXmpucWtg2lrJinPaq326WLGUr6ZjY2L1mw7lDp6CCBdwFm63O6s_VV3Vyxa49CdkYSJ1hgu4fooe23oICchJScUSSCdGGVyn_mtDXVGsNeAtxEHg8zCawZsaHMhwC99fpzPAXChW3U0jRzlRpXSk_WqDDXkE/s640/PhilosOrder.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="471" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicU1nIjOtp1szTiQBuRQtmGAXmpucWtg2lrJinPaq326WLGUr6ZjY2L1mw7lDp6CCBdwFm63O6s_VV3Vyxa49CdkYSJ1hgu4fooe23oICchJScUSSCdGGVyn_mtDXVGsNeAtxEHg8zCawZsaHMhwC99fpzPAXChW3U0jRzlRpXSk_WqDDXkE/s320/PhilosOrder.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I did the "Buddha Philosophical Order" art in a war zone of arguing here in Montreal in my Urban Jungle, fighting for justice around the National Building Code as a Canadian. I am still fighting on, as a Christian Soldier, being a bit of an Iconic Slum Priest/Minister of the faith, through an art and culture story, with a unfortunite binocular twisted effect. I have made believers through conversation. At least I have some morals and ethics when trying to do business with my company. For some reason, not to many people are willing to do business with me, where does the blackmail end around me. By gettimg out of the country and screw the North American free market of blackingmailing stupidity around me. One can not keep a good man down, just as well moving my company to a Russia and Pacific Rim alligence, to have a living and work while being a mental health consumer, building a better pension plan than I can in Canada.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span>The newer painting, the call for peace through a mushroom cloud, is a work of art in progress. I will be watching for the next G20 summit and who is all at the table. I want to work and who in Canada is paying who to make sure I can not be an effective tax payer once again, as a mental health consumer. Who has been ostrasized the most in Harper's, then Trudeau's Canadian political regime, who are the ones that abuses the power of the office, to mess with me the wrong way. As a small buisness person, I can not keep loosing my shirt like other business' that struggle, with the stupity of Government abuse doing me in, instead of stimulating some baby economic grow around me. I get the continued plate of dished out crap through Government sabotage. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Who is out there slandering me and my feeling for "World Politics, I am fed up with this stupity. I did not only read American publications, and watched their movies and all, like as to the majority of lititure etc in North America. Watched oriental movies with subtitles. along with consuming my fair share of Canadian works of art. I have read Maxism, pulled Russian ball bearings from old machinary in Canada and had to order new ones, I have shared a brewski with Russian sailors during the cold war. We were watched by RCMP National Security, CIA and the USSR's KGB, all playing a cat and mouse game on who is who in a cold war. Warring never ended around me, at least I have learned someting about other nations and business capabilities of the World's resources and I am a resourse of ideas to earn money. By way of my intelligencia and practical application of it on the job, creating economic stimulas, through various cost effective proto-types, is what we have to do for controlling economic growth. The States and thier criminals "Protected Species" hiding out in Canada, I am fed up, even more so that I have an American wanted criminal as a roommate and I can not get him to Court. Due to more American bullshit in my face somehow. Something about him teaming up with an old rebel flag mob soldier in Canada, whom I nailed red handed putting up gyprock over old plaster. There is a lot of talk on the stupity with what is going on. I will end up facing them all down, through getting to protect my human rights as a schizo that works a tool and earns a living like the majority of the populus. Even if it is outside of Canada, along with others like women and children from the war front. Some people never learn, I am no slave to an American "rebel flag and my brother", their stupidity and what has come out with demented cults as mentioned in the News, go guess who started the war, and real people got to pick up the pieces through United Nations. </span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Here I am getting my morning News once again on my TV set, through my recycling and making a TV antenna, I pick up more stations than other people I know that use antennas . So I got the News that Troops moved into Burma, to squash pro democracy movements, how old was that clip? The name Burma is the old country name.. The whole affair is all about how democracies have become too corrupt. I am not allowed to succeed as a mental health consumer because of our Prime Minister, why else can I not earn money for a living with my company. His family's mental health issues are not mine, </span></span></span></span>so leave me alone Justin, I do not need your political interferance at this point in my life. As I heard, Russia and China nurture their borderline schizophrenia/genuis' to build nations with, as within the "Laws Of Their Land". Here in North America, one like me gets done in by corrupt politicians suppressing me and Doctors saying I am delusional. The want-to-be worker that is not allowed to work, for earning a living with my education is like ungodly in this country, due to a poverty cast system of political delusion around a "Merlin Preist". I demand my "Freedom From Canadian Suppression", I have beome a role model for succeeding against all odds, but with no money in it for me, this Liberal communism under "Justin's Tatooed Reign" over me that has to stop. As to my non tatooed situation and need with want to work, which I do not work for free. It is like the Federal Government wants me to sit around popping psychiatric drugs, doing nothing but comsuming Quebec's much needed tax payers revenue, I contacted my Federal MP about revamping the Mental Health Act for it has failed me, an educated man. All because of Justin's first pick for Governor General, implicated in a conspiracy to do me in. It was all over my engineering, that I emailed to Canada's Space Agency, before being made homeless during Harper years. Justin is only another Harper in power trying to play God over me for selfish personal gain, with their personal delusion around who and what I am. I do not think one can find any referance to a "Merlin Priest" in the Russian Orthodox Church. Something for me to look into further! I do a bit of religious art as an Artist, I have studied theology in the arts, what is an Iconist, producing art for the Church, which I do in a small way.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> There it is on the radio I am being sent to prison, "so fucken what, been there done that", communist bullshit in domcracy, it is better than living like the way I am. In isolation as an outcast in society with no one, living a life in poverty because I am not allowed to earn a living by bullshit psychiatry over me. I know how to survive in prison, been there already. People forgot, one can not go to prison without a trial, while having a Lawyer and a Judge with a Crown Prosecutor in a Court Room. The Mayor of Montreal was quick witted with saying to the effect, that Justin is committing political interferance around her office. We are even getting a new Police Chief in Montreal soon. It is the Mayor's island not Justin's!!!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">The Ukraine Was Always Known For Their Intricate Easter Egg Painting, Here are Some Of Mine From Way Back And Now Lost</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHR1RqkkrNdrVPqAV79eceN-_XCTRaeIzeG4T12qurWE8orrwCyJeJ4_frmwLcYyqiN4hMcmqcOFNiRMHbGlAGn_0cmeq76LbOs_Wy0Lcmba-UF9O4MtOk_tasrvQWCo0wiM6vkLq0urrMsNRJ94F6i0sXqnlyBjDx2EidOg4irUk8Ix0Eg8/s640/Eggs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="640" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHR1RqkkrNdrVPqAV79eceN-_XCTRaeIzeG4T12qurWE8orrwCyJeJ4_frmwLcYyqiN4hMcmqcOFNiRMHbGlAGn_0cmeq76LbOs_Wy0Lcmba-UF9O4MtOk_tasrvQWCo0wiM6vkLq0urrMsNRJ94F6i0sXqnlyBjDx2EidOg4irUk8Ix0Eg8/s320/Eggs.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></h2><h4 style="text-align: center;">It Was A Work Of Art In Progress, Easter Is Coming Around Again, What Type Of Egg Should I Paint This Time Around ? In This Next Piece Below, The Mushroom Cloud In Nothing But The Earth With The Elements Of Night & Day </h4><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicFdX3GiBA1O0-Vv7EoqZQNrzVvycTJkCM2kMoC_iFnLozQsPz1qdGj9q76gVf2ij3pfGjx7ZJF6hCadW9dkrWuikGrwu5ejfDGkyNbr3fy3YkCE-XPinPP-_oJYhEQHC5PualNo5b7qL6NMh2wLGBdOS5fO6ELrMiP-9LVExllQpx2HMi5I/s1280/IMG_20220402_143023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicFdX3GiBA1O0-Vv7EoqZQNrzVvycTJkCM2kMoC_iFnLozQsPz1qdGj9q76gVf2ij3pfGjx7ZJF6hCadW9dkrWuikGrwu5ejfDGkyNbr3fy3YkCE-XPinPP-_oJYhEQHC5PualNo5b7qL6NMh2wLGBdOS5fO6ELrMiP-9LVExllQpx2HMi5I/s320/IMG_20220402_143023.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> I lost what I wrote, go figure, Government or hackers ? My accident on the key board or a bit of both to hide, through erasing mental health criticism? So I will post it again, Doctors falsifing medical information around me because they do not know how to write, so they say that I am not fit to work. What is one suppose to do? Be at home and do nothing but going to pop psychiatric pills infront of the Pharmacist and take injections for something to do, the Courts even go to the extent to force this upon me with no rational discourse about paid work or doing something with my life. There it is on the radio again about putting me in prison, preconcieved notion about me, how would I even get a fair trial at this point? I have 9 people deciding my fate with the Courts and stupidity of doing me in. I even have a conflict of interest between Doctors and me. Why is it Psychiatrist's do not know how to work towards getting the facts straight around me. They are button pushers and use team members uselessly. Nothing has been accomplished 3 months into, the Psychiatrist having to report to a Judge in 6 months, from Dec 20 2021, except making me more of an angry person from the way I am treated by Medical Professionals. The count down is on for me to try and make more money with my engineering and/or art. Even although the expert witness for the Courts, "The Psychiatrist" says I am unfit for work. Then again I do house work, art work, there is school work I have done, presently doing some Church work, I bartared for work, it is work getting out of bed, to get out for work! But I am not allowed to work, for some stupid reason. This blog is literary work of writing and editing with some illustrations, but I am not allowed to earn money at it.</span></div><div><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Waking moments, I am heading for jail is on the radio, so what! It seems like I was never wanted by society, otherwise I would not be in this mess!!! Just another way to steal my engineering ideas and get me out the way!!! North America suppression of me never stops, all I get is deemed delusional around my proto-types in engineering and have to pop psychiatric pills with taking antipsychotic injections for what is like a corrupt system. Out to do me in with nine members of a psychiatric team, with the side effects of said medication administrated to me. They are getting paid by Quebec tax dollars to find problem with me, just so they have a job. While nothing gets accomplished but me popping a motherload of pills and getting injections as a lame excuss to justify a chemical psychiatric treatment plan. While being deemed unfit for work and consuming precious tax dollars at about $5 a pill with a $500 injection. This life has no meaning, while the great escape of ending it all creeps into place, who would miss me? In long term care I wrote about suicide and I should not have at that time. I have no one still, I sit alone like always, just like in long term care, with a phone that never rings. It is dumb what has transpired around me! Questioning life, I have made arrangements to dicuss Doctor assisted suicide with an appropiate medical individual, it will give me something new to write about, while swaying the debate. I have suffered enough under the hand of psychiatric medicine and I am not being alone with it any more. Where ever I reach out, it is like it is a conflict of interest or cold shoulder propped up against me.</span><br /></span></div><div><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> My fustrations come out in my writing, it is hard to edit it all, sitting with nothing and still being a strong influence in the systemic gossip around me. I do have valid business interests but no one likes to get back to me for some reason. I grew up on the first TV war, Veitnam, I sit here watching another TV war in the Ukraine. </span></span></span>How do I word things now? Why am I alone with someone messing with my food and water, walk to the pharmacy five days a week, popping pills for the Courts infront of the Pharmacist. My food goes missing, my water filtering process is tampered with, so it makes me worry about my food, loss of appetite sets in! Who all backs this stupitidy in Canada? Obviously pointing the finger, where do I point it? I caught a roommate red handed at my water the other night! Nobody cares or do they? My life has a personal war in it, where it should not.</div><div><span><span><span><span> </span><span> So how do I really feel about war, my Father told me his old stories from WWll, if the concept of war is instilled in one at a young age, through histroy books, media footage or family ancentury. You can be harden to the unwarrented violence of war, how ever it is being done. Take for example, the infighting within my apartment, to the infighting of Quebec politics, and at Municiple levels. Toppling off on what has become infighting of Federal stages, propping up what, on the Internation level, as to what is suppose to represent Canada, as refugees get the welcoming mat. While I am still trying to find a life here at 62, with some sort of decent budget, as a son of landed immirgrants. Let me move my room to something more profitable, and someone can evolve through this environment as I did, to grow out of it with a bit if ingenuity through education. Can not do it here, any buddy got a welcoming mat for me somewhere? Exodus out of hell!!! </span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Some load of editing to do, repetative writing of fustration with my life. Here Sunday after Church I caught two high profile Canadian Politicians, promoting my presence on TV, as a political hot potatoe, that I have become. No money in it yet, hopefully soon. No person is a island in the middle no where, sorry I am on the island of Montreal </span></span></span></span></span>and it is somewhere, it is just how do I fit into it all. It would be nice to have a woman's ear to converse with, it is like a taboo around me by someone else's hand, that prevents this type of thing from occurring in my life.</div><div><span><br /></span></div><br /> <h2 style="text-align: center;"><br /></h2><p></p></div>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-27527166941019856392022-02-16T20:04:00.036-05:002022-03-10T12:58:00.859-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition ll<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6La6ruPVul1gOvwhPrMgz-I1Ev72PbZRs9_fO9I0oG7VqcB3fj9-1wOdG0gLdTUqF5srvMqXq6ozXuIX3qGpvT3ZQQpueDvuGt5mgmMNRVAH2uj5j_y-zZEkb_kEFhw-x-fe6ze4gSYDwBc8I6dKw3pMYft6L_UMBrDsNCmEG7X_v6aiTCz0=s245" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6La6ruPVul1gOvwhPrMgz-I1Ev72PbZRs9_fO9I0oG7VqcB3fj9-1wOdG0gLdTUqF5srvMqXq6ozXuIX3qGpvT3ZQQpueDvuGt5mgmMNRVAH2uj5j_y-zZEkb_kEFhw-x-fe6ze4gSYDwBc8I6dKw3pMYft6L_UMBrDsNCmEG7X_v6aiTCz0" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;">Doc GM</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Started Filtering My Water, Invested In My Tri-Layer Filters Once Again, Along With Water Processing Equipment</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"> </span><b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b>With being a bit worried about the results of a blood test, I started trying to eat better and process my water to make coffee, use as cut for juice or to have filtered water for cooking. The way I was concerned with my health after my GP Doctor advised me that I had some problems with some of my blood work, I took the warning and started filtering my city water again. Every now and again I take weights and measures for varifing the density of the water at my room temperature and humidex etc. I am going to invest in other water testing equipment as I go along. With the digtal era upon us, some people agree on the paper I started writing as a document in Google Drive. It got around to a few people and I did get some positive feed back on what I put together so far.</p><p style="text-align: left;"> Putting together my paper is time consuming and a lot of work, while processing water and taking notes, on the filtering process of water at the same time as a lab report, which I am trying to get financing for. This is the third time I put together a "water table" as seen below, for my process of filtering water, thus for the benefit of my health, along with being a form of therapy with keeping busy and exercising muscles through lifting and manipulating the 4 L jugs or 18.9 L pig tank. I know I am on to something with what the filters trap. I still incorporate paper coffee filters into my process, it was the way I started filtering water with no money. With getting the material and paying to get my tri-layer filters sewn up, I totally blew this months budget, money disappeared fast with having to purchase some vitamin suppliments as well, just to be sure I make inprovement in body chemistry by next blood test. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5qv7RUhRoQh5iEGDoPpX6eMwtJFyz95NoHf1v1kOZWgRqkzmPQadQVYbhBAbee6AKgGG0ErJq4o0YSlrzPbcj7J7PkqRGrfaplLal7flZnuIDDMRx_yzgYnVi_bE7lq85p6gtQYX6w29Kp2FPeEsUcxVD6ifJzNhQJNZrt_Mx-rnYqeriIBE=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5qv7RUhRoQh5iEGDoPpX6eMwtJFyz95NoHf1v1kOZWgRqkzmPQadQVYbhBAbee6AKgGG0ErJq4o0YSlrzPbcj7J7PkqRGrfaplLal7flZnuIDDMRx_yzgYnVi_bE7lq85p6gtQYX6w29Kp2FPeEsUcxVD6ifJzNhQJNZrt_Mx-rnYqeriIBE=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I want to exercise more while eating better, everything went wrong when I was heavily sedated with a chemical treatment plan in psychiatry, with no form of activity. I handled things myself to be less sedated so that I could think and process thoughts better, to produce in some way during the day. Processing my water is a start, I have two small weights that I intend to to put to work soon. I bought an execise mat some time back when I had money, with places opening up from being shut down from covid, perhaps I should look into a group exercise somewhere. How do I make claims about how I feel on the multi-time filtered city water, done in paper filters and my tri-layer fabric filters, for the water I am consuming these days. To think if faith healers of the past, had access to the cleanest base water, soft as to hard water, Montreal had a famous faith healer, was it his water well as a religious figure, that healed his people like Moses in Exodus, Ash Wednesday is March 2nd 2022, religious dates from our oral and written traditions, water is mentioned in</span> "revelations" 17:14-15, war brings dirty water like we know, we have now multitudes of environmental concerns, surgical water, demineralized water, distilled water, USP Purified Water, city tap water, filtered water, bottled water by various companies with their chemical make up on the side in the labeling. Water, water every where, but who's do I drink?</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> Anyway, it has been a while since I wrote due to getting my exercise moving snow and chipping with salting ice, my frozen water situation as a Canadian, like everyone else close to the poles, we all call it winter. Then of course with my expertise in winters from being a child and still in good physical form here in the northern climate, my company is expanding turf so to speak. With the war on in the Ukraine, in a way I am heart broken like everyone else, the desire for peace is no doubt the weight on the majority of people's shoulders and minds right now, the planet's water table does not need the residual gun powder in the heavens and coming down as our acid rain in our lakes, streams, rivers and oceans, it is bad enough already. Then again, their is a reason for the war, at least now appearently everyone in the political arena seems to agree that some demented research in the region, that consumes too much un-necessary electricity, when I do have some cheaper ways in engineering concept to generate electricity. Yes, cooler than nuclear plants! No one owns me now so to speak, what was done to me ? I never knew, what all people did with their demented thought over jealousy of me, the ugly duckling that somehow turned into a "Golden Canadian Engineering Techci Beaver", that still needs a good woman to love and grow with as my company grows under my label.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> <span> </span><span> Enough is enough, I am getting my News time, CBC war breifing like other Canadians, well it is going to take time to shut down that electricity consuming reasearch, that I am burdened to know about, electricity will have to be re-routed to a source of energy consuming constructive industry, health and medicine work, with aligning induustries, along with constructive scholastic education systems, inclusive of morals and ethics in all referances of study!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-31742665719562132782022-01-16T18:34:00.010-05:002022-02-15T06:46:07.213-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XX Edition l<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj771cOgt_I-8F6amZ__zFDnvExsmkdqTvmMMgnmrt8T_qwGD_FbT2BVYEC-HcNcwClMf93hBf8OWnqhTkUOvElo6S_afeZGJdB-kVv8bCi9flreTQ4hhjRYAjYSo-QgaIFGZbKhkc2FFubsFIWNfqoVxAVo_TLyLc2kmvqkjkz-4-nfvH9eHI=s245" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj771cOgt_I-8F6amZ__zFDnvExsmkdqTvmMMgnmrt8T_qwGD_FbT2BVYEC-HcNcwClMf93hBf8OWnqhTkUOvElo6S_afeZGJdB-kVv8bCi9flreTQ4hhjRYAjYSo-QgaIFGZbKhkc2FFubsFIWNfqoVxAVo_TLyLc2kmvqkjkz-4-nfvH9eHI" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Doc GM</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Like I Past Wrote, I Was Going To Devulge Into My Story Around Mariquania Consumption</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> </span><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"> </span><b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b>I first started on candy cigarettes from the candy store as a child, it was part of a calling to be like my Father who was a smoker himself. That was somewhere in the late sixties in the second home our family was in as my parents saved and invested in a house for us to grow up in, instead of just renting a house. I'll take time to reflect on how the story goes, it is really something to think about. As a young family Mum and Dad took us on a lot of travels in the car pulling a camper trailer behind us. One time on a long trip to visit family in the southern part of the United States of America, I would sit in the front of the car between the two of them with Dad driving and he would have me roll a cigarette for him while he was driving. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, I learned how to roll a cigarette with my fingers too quick. As I grew older as a young child, I not sure when, but somewhere along the way I remember pinching some tobaaco out my Father's tin and a rolling paper and tried rolling a cigarette down by the furnance of the house and smoked it at the work bench. This was my first attempt to smoke and be like my Father. The cigarette made me feel sick and I had to go to bed and lay down. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> While doing delivery of a morning newspaper and having the money, I soon picked up smoking cigarettes in grade 9 in high school. It was a different time and era, which I call the post hippie era. smoking and cigarettes were openly advertised and purchased by the youth. I remember starting to smoke mariquania sometime during the period of being a 14 year old, starting on cigarettes first like a lot of my peers at the time. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I smoked most of my life in my solidtude or having a beer, or it was done socially</span> as well. I am not saying it was the right type of life to lead. Since 1984, I have been consuming mental health medication and admit to self medicating with mariqunia consumption during these years, it was my small reward like my own hero biskit, when not having much else or a woman to turn to instead of being alone. Now, with the last time in Court I have mariquania and alcohol induced schizohrenia. If I did I would be dead or in jail with others from doing delusional things and getting in trouble, which I never did. Medical Professionals are yet to accept that I had a nervous breakdown in my youth, damaging myself and brain, while getting a schizophenia repair job over the years. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><br /> </span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrum9ZPSBiYepovDbGOXIfX-POID-TrdaATPFRoFgkF3qkhpJYxhsCMigA4CFWDhgizDqxxGNHzM_hF9MExYLfx1KjMohf19SgZtza4Qu7MkiFONDnhfLG9XbqZQvGjAWbNd7oC8Ph8kQjfsItO9za0CjL2-JUUW45E4AOu6KFe3BhbPswwfI=s3050" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2104" data-original-width="3050" height="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrum9ZPSBiYepovDbGOXIfX-POID-TrdaATPFRoFgkF3qkhpJYxhsCMigA4CFWDhgizDqxxGNHzM_hF9MExYLfx1KjMohf19SgZtza4Qu7MkiFONDnhfLG9XbqZQvGjAWbNd7oC8Ph8kQjfsItO9za0CjL2-JUUW45E4AOu6KFe3BhbPswwfI=w643-h475" width="643" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> The smoking pot issue is a big one, it is legal now in Canada, the smell of it lingers on ones clothes and the smell is offensive to some.</span> Police Officers on my paper route knew I was smoking pot and cigarettes for I was seen smoking doing my paper route delivery or collecting my money to get to my paper route manager. The Police knew I was a minor and what I was doing. I used to make confession about society and the high school through my eyes, at the time I did not who I made confession to, until they showed me who they were in uniform. Even in Canadian Coast Guard College when I was there. In private I made confessions to a Superior Officer about stupidity i witnessed on the base, to saying "Your are busted" to a second year Cadet, for driving his foot with his parade boots on into the lower part of a new gyp-rock wall. </span>Being charged with distruction/sabotage of Government of Canada property is a serious offence. As to the thought of being in uniform and being owned as Government property, that they are investing in individuals to go out and produce for their country.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> It was always hard trying to produce and earn a living as a mental health consumer in <br /></span>Montreal. I smoked a lot of pot and numerous beers building my education plan to become something of myself as a mental health consumer consuming psychiatric medication, I got my education in engineering, worked in the field around a lot of machinary and financed my way through it all, trying to keep my nose clean of stupidity, but a lot of shit happens around tools, drugs and alcohol. I have been through the mill with it, and know how to handle it pretty well, I do not drink alcohol on my present medication but still smoke a bit of pot to relax and as a pain killer which I openly discuss with my Psychiatric Team, Pharmacists and the Superior Court of Quebec, that are now doing follow up on my treatment plan that I was dragged into Court over by Psychiatrists. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I admit how I started to do drugs and alcohol a young age was wrong, 50 something years ago was a different time, now I would say to the young, do not do any drugs (pot/hash) and alcohol until the age of 25, get through school cost effectively sober and then think about drug and alcohol control as they grow into it as a young adult. </span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I am trying to over come certain health issues, keeping busy in my engineering and art, I have limited time to make blog posting as time seems to pass so fast. While working towards smoking less pot, through using my own occupational therapy technique for this coming lent, to lead a healthier life style, processing water for coffe, juice and cook water. At this point in my life I am not consuming alcohol for now and do not suck on cigarettes any more, that has been quit. Then all this people want to put me in prison, for what? I have a Lawyer or Lawyers and have to pass through Court first, which I have become accustom to. </span><span> </span><span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653727.post-48921982774052336972021-12-29T08:39:00.063-05:002022-01-06T15:29:40.922-05:00Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XlX Edition XVlll<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNPtlu5TOPHCbOkF1-iwJIFJ7vXFPuWYJY9wMpk2xi05GY49uF4WsOqcYggG8D8cIFSbkWUCm1lYT2kBqq1LbrZtbdezDcvTzixU0ztjEyyiQXmr04l6ZnH2tqUc4q7XcIK1I6j1Ko1o-sg1T31lt_NK1uZV-_eQsiq0SMwSij79LAebRy33Q=s245" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="245" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNPtlu5TOPHCbOkF1-iwJIFJ7vXFPuWYJY9wMpk2xi05GY49uF4WsOqcYggG8D8cIFSbkWUCm1lYT2kBqq1LbrZtbdezDcvTzixU0ztjEyyiQXmr04l6ZnH2tqUc4q7XcIK1I6j1Ko1o-sg1T31lt_NK1uZV-_eQsiq0SMwSij79LAebRy33Q" width="245" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Year End Blog Posting for 2021</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> 2021 has been quite the year, four years since Mum passed away and twelve years since Dad passed, both in the month of December, how I really grew into my manhood as a older man alone with no blood familhy in the country that I care to think or write about. I do have my street family around me from the people I got to know in the neighbourhood, from when I moved in after long term care March 2014. Now I am AKA Slim, Shady, Doc to identifing myself as Wee Iain at times. I have accomplished a lot this year and now under a treatment plan for mental health at a different hospital from the one where everything went wrong and I was dragged through the mental health Courts, for I do not know how many years wasting precious tax dollars. (once again, same thing different flavour, Psychiatrist ruining my life and wasting tax dollars on an excessive chemical treatment plan)</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>As a result of my last day in mental health Court on Dec 20th 2021, through writing my defense for the Court, my Lawyer got me to be a volunteer patient again, thus setting a precident case where I was the first mental health consumer to win over a Psychiatrist in Court appearently. The Honourable Judge in her deliberation referred to to me as an Engineering Technician, Artist and Writer, (I do not know what is going on, I think I was lied to about Court results, no one cares about the truth! It is all lies and bull shit around me,why am I being pumped full of drugs again?) was quite the compliment after all I have been through in the Canadian mental health system, after I once wore a uniform in the capacity that I did in my youth. With what was instilled in me from that precious experience of training and serving in the Canadian Coast Guard, before entering the mental health system, gave me the upper edge to succeed. The self discipline that came with serving in uniform for training and service experience was the backbone of my survival tactics in mental health, while getting to peak again in my engineering and art career that I have developed over the years. My writing skills have come along way, with the enhanced writing skills due to schooling and practical experience blogging going on 18 years now, I am doing a lot of writing on my chromebook as documents on various subjects. (I will be doing some writing on euthansia after some research on the subject, when I do the Doctor assisted sucide, I will finally be free of the Courts and psychiatry, I am turning 62 and want no more suffering at the hands of psychiatry)</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Then there is the art I am still doing, while having a rotating art show in my neighbourhood for barter to help maintain the premises where my art is hanging. (Which no one wants due of my Court history and women getting me arrested) I have done clay work recently, which I have not done in a long time. I have to start giving away clay work and art for I have really no place to keep it where I presently reside, canvases take up room to store and covering them in paint does not come cheap like everything else. The writing I am doing in the form of documents that revolve around my spiritual salvation from spiritual leaders that I have access to, assitting me in my ongoing path to my salvation that I started trodding on in the homeless missions of Montreal close to a decade ago. This path has also given me some enriching reading material, helping me to get back reading now that I finally got proper bi-focul glasses to see and read with less of a handicap. (It was all a waste of time, nobody wants any thing to do with me for work, due to background checks and the Courts, euthansia is looking more and more actractive)</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> It was always a handicap being in mental health as well, I remember trying to accept the diagnosis of schizophrenia and when meeting people for the first time, I would say my name and state that I was schizophrenic, which was wrong to say as my peers at the time said, it was my early years in mental health. As friends and associates changed over the time, from during my early years of mental health when people stood by me in my home town and most of them now have wives and kids now. That is about the only thing left to do, to bang out some children with a loving woman. (which will never happen, the Psychiatrist stated she does not care about my sperm, but epival and clozaril does do in a man's sperm count, like regulat Hitlers doing in schizos) I need and have a calling for raising a child of my own with a loving woman, Things take time now that I am a volunteer patient (I was lied to, hopefully I will get a copy of the Court results) in mental health again, not drinking alcohol orsmoking cigarettes, the Judge in Court was alright with me saying that the pot helps me relax and is a pain kller for my sore souls of my feet due to using steel toe boots most of my life. I am still wearing steel toe shoes a lot and have steel toe boots to slowly get back to work with more and more hours while under a new treatment plan in mental health. (Now, this can not be done due to new idiot Psychiatrist's medication arrangement and levels on me)</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> The following image was done through inspiration from a zoom art group I was part of, I put it together after a meeting on zoom, illustrating what some health follow up is being done or a form of occupational therapy for mental health consumers during covid and its varients. (Now I just sit in my room thinking how I have been robbed of a life, tired of trying to get one, while planning euthansia)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Automated Health Care</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEig0XnIFrX0VkMm6hMR8RX9uEqFB0TrSpsdeMzgpBUNeTTCe0jbtgaDJwQprAFZkiLNUCWPm8NE-Cnwmb92ke70cQxmbjvzRIklAVeCea3yMBIdtIXX9OFAlh9aHjUlPYJeqrH2CPuUlrxfTiu8rt4YRxnPg2GXq1IBeoXI2aybQDXdBTdbDLc=s3300" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2550" data-original-width="3300" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEig0XnIFrX0VkMm6hMR8RX9uEqFB0TrSpsdeMzgpBUNeTTCe0jbtgaDJwQprAFZkiLNUCWPm8NE-Cnwmb92ke70cQxmbjvzRIklAVeCea3yMBIdtIXX9OFAlh9aHjUlPYJeqrH2CPuUlrxfTiu8rt4YRxnPg2GXq1IBeoXI2aybQDXdBTdbDLc=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span> </span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">From telephone Doctor appointments, to zoom help groups in mental healrh or working with Spiritual Leaders as I do on zoom, pursueing my spiritual salvation in continueing growing process. With the age of computer, all sorts of information becomes availible and tracable for those that want to find lost data, as I learned with recovering art in the digital era that I thought I had lost. I am recovering assets through investing in my old or lost water processing equipment that went missing over time. I invested close to a hundred this month to carry on my water filtration process again with recording data around it all. I am doing it as a result of fluking into it during Advent inspired from a poor results at a dental visit, thus starting something for myself at Advent time of year. Below is a graph comparing density and resistance over a filtering process/time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0WxuwzOl-bf5l56dNts7oxI5K75dAE2Xjcu7XvM7-uALwMgrdJwI6M4XcVvlwyEPEehMMUiRvkcb7BhLarMEYIVgZcQsIAN1F2MTwHrLHVDQIX1h3mZ2BuhZkDYqYMfalD8oygZI0OBknSne88TKDOpcuJUMyXC1RbbGwLrZ0CjyMXVqvEc8=s3300" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2550" data-original-width="3300" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0WxuwzOl-bf5l56dNts7oxI5K75dAE2Xjcu7XvM7-uALwMgrdJwI6M4XcVvlwyEPEehMMUiRvkcb7BhLarMEYIVgZcQsIAN1F2MTwHrLHVDQIX1h3mZ2BuhZkDYqYMfalD8oygZI0OBknSne88TKDOpcuJUMyXC1RbbGwLrZ0CjyMXVqvEc8=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Two possible sources of error with too much of a dip twice in resistance to density, I am slowly putting together notes for a paper/document on what I am doing, some of it will be transcribed in my blog for promoton of my work with water for life. Psychiatry called this work of mine delusional in the Courts several times I believe. </span>In my January posting I will be writing about some truths about mariqunia and perhaps why I have a dependance on it, that my new Psychiatrist is aware of and admits I may need a medical devise to quit. The Psychiatrist along with the Courts, treat me like shit and as incompetant or something, it is like they will not admit the Doctor is wrong, and I am right . The Doctor and the Courts can not handle it, "the Truth", so I get done in through murder by medicine ....till later in January posting. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">(Now depression is setting in, due to my new psychiatric team's tactics. "It is just on the radio I am going to prison, whipty do, for what may I ask? To prove the system is even more corrupt than it already is? Idiot by difinition from my double volume dictionary, "psychiatry: A person exhibiting the lowest grade of mental development" as to my present chemical treatment plan by a Psychiatrist, for murder perhaps. I was never wanted and I suppose it is a way to get rid of me medically I guess. So I do it first with the Courts and euthansia, making everyone happy. How to save the Quebec Government $1400 a month plus sky rocking medication costs and over worked medical staff will not have to deal with me, for they make mistakes around me like everyone else, but can not admit it like the Courts, thus they get off the hook with me not being around no more after euthansia, Thus not bitching about useless over medicating chemical treatment plans any more. Why are mental health workers trained to say, "I'm sorry you feel like that." or "I am sorry you feel that way". Then they do as they please with a chemical treatment treatment plan that is more hazardous than what it is worth, but they will denie it, why all the blood tests with this chemical treatment plan at tax payers expense if it is so safe, what to give mental health workers something to do?)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> A funny thing about being a schizo, if you have the money for mariquania and beer, one will have a few friends until the money for beer and pot runs out, then not giving to these people they will turn on you. I know it well at 61 years old, I know who to deal with but they do not always want to deal with me, due to background checks and the Court dossier of mine. Double header stigma at its best! Dealing with the stigma of psychiatry is bad enough, like a Psychiatrist writing a medical certificate for last resort income and how they defraud the government with the words, psychiatrically unfit for work type thing. Then they turn around and mental health workers get mental health consumers voluneer work with extra money and a monthly buspass, if they hold you in good favour, even when they have deemed the person unfit for work like me, they get help. If you have a good head on your shoulder and see through the crap, one gets done in like me and have to march to the pharmacy five days a week to pop a mother load of pills for the Psychiatrist and the Courts, under the watchful eye of a camera and Pharmacist at tax payers expense, on top of a $500 injection every month in my ass. I am at risk for osteoporosis with the medication, let me guess the first sign is deterioating teeth and unexplainable cavities. It cost me $20 for calcium suppliments and 4 L of bottled water, that the Psychiatrist should have handled but incompetance on their part is costing my dental bill with the Premier and his tax dollars are paying for psychiatric blunders once again, through last resort income of Quebec's provincial medical/ health coverage. It is now Jan 6th 2022......till my next posting bye for now.</span><br /></div></div><p></p>The Flyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16780773746793075203noreply@blogger.com0