bolero

december light
grey mist
pavements glistening with a touch of frost
christmas near but not yet
show windows glowing
seasonal good cheer
poetry in the early onset of evening
ghosts of the year
little birds with their feathers fluffed for warmth
craggy doubters believing for once
coffee brewed to a froth
allison humming something about love
heaven and earth are closer than they appear
all the promises of god are true

what would victory look like

If we're correct that anti depressants, so called SSRI's, and their varieties, are essentially damaging to the human being, ie that pharmaceutical companies and elements of the medical profession have perpetrated a monstrous lie in prescribing and marketing these things, and yet another monstrous lie in advocating a genetic or biological model for human suffering, rather than a model that recognises the dignity of the individual and the many causes for their pain...
IF WE'RE RIGHT...
WHAT DO WE DO?
WHAT WOULD VICTORY LOOK LIKE?

Suggestions:

1. Help individuals experiencing mental pain or disruption wherever you can in humble ways.

2. Advocate the alternative to anti depressants and their ilk.

3. Point out that people routinely recovered before the era of Prozac et al, from conditions that are now supposedly incurable.

4. Lobby influence makers.

5. Establish a mass movement.

6. Establish a professional group promoting a mode of address to mental health which is TRUE.

meditation

The goodness of God.

The eternal beauty of his holy church.

The glorious light of life shining in every face.

The music of the seasons.

The infinite grandeur of the creation.

Men, women, children, creatures, the world, the universe, existence itself, rejoicing.

Even now he has conquered.

The spirit is moving.

An ancient war is coming to an end.

The hour of victory is at hand.

The king is returning.

Soon.

strange visitors

come with me
to the darkest most beautiful night
that the world has ever seen
and ever might
we can sit on the straw
we'll get warm from it
and watch the stillness draw
a cloak of peace
through a time of war
lambs are calling in the fields
that this night is forever
and forever yields to this night
we are there
hid in the warmth
from things that are old
and things that are rare
look look my friend
gold
frankincense
and myrrh