Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XXI Edition VII

 Doc GM

            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.

            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.

            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. 

            

 No life like it so to speak.....

            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. 

Doc GM's Political Messenger Vol. XXI Edition VI

Doc GM

            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.

            

            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:

           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, 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.        

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.