Doc GM Political Messenger Vol. XXI Edition V

 

 

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 Comfortng Table Of The Lord

            

            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. 

 

Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol.XXI Edition IV

With April's Warmer Weather, I Have Been Making More Money Again During Spring Clean Up, Which Leads For More Work Down The Line

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.

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.

So I have something to chant about, while learning the microphone with an instrument in my hand.

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. 

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. 

Sorting out this mess of emotions...editing and sorting thoughts...

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.

 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. 

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. 

I Have Always Been Taking Something Home, To Dish Up As A Stubborn Mule, With Method To My Madness In Society

Below, My Little Tune "The Haunted Pipe", That Needs Budget To Get Something Right In A Recording

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.

Like Work, As One Piece Of Art Leads To Another

"The Bleeding Changing Planet Is Haunting" Below, Medium Is Ink Brush

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.......

  

Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XXl Edition lll

 Doc GM

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.

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.

St Patrick Day 2023, My Christian Art In Lue Of All Circumstances

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.

Military Art Inspired By Some Old Military Hardware From 1942

Here I Am Posting My 1st Quarter Growth Of 2023

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.