Doc GM
Sat Out Side The TAQ Hearing Today, So I Would Not Come Home Angry, I Let My Lawyers Handle It All
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.
Believing In Psalm 23 To Carry Me Through Troubled Times
Print From Canadian Bible Society, Design: ABS, 1995
Which Leads To My Piece Of Art Below
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
