Category: the world

Why I paint.

Today I had a sharp reminder of why I paint. Or rather, a sharp reminder of what painting means to me.  It’s complicated, selfish but important to me.

Painting is, I have discovered at this rather late stage in my life is the way I experience, peace. And in that silence, at least for a while, I am healed. Call me unrealistic or whatever you like but I admit it…I paint to escape.

The story…

Basically, we were that close to being scammed. That close to have what meagre monies we have torn away.

Unfortunately, my other half (who has recently come out of hospital exhausted) reacted to an email supposedly from our bank telling us that a large payment was in the process of being taken from our account. We did what we usually do when money or rather the lack of it is mentioned in our life, we panicked and clicked on the phone number that offered to help us.

We found ourselves engaged in a conversation with the scum of the earth.

The thing is and of course with hindsight, these people were so obviously scammers it makes us ashamed to think we were deceived so easily and dragged partway down into their swamp. Their manner was hurried, impatient and so obviously unprofessional that how anyone could be as fooled as we were, makes the mind boggle. But we fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

To cut a long story short.

We, slowly, very slowly, realised that the route these despicable human beings were leading us down was unnecessarily confusing. Questions were being asked and scenarios invented…’someone called Mohammed has ordered a mobile phone from Argos in your name’ that raised our suspicions.

After much toing-and-froing we ‘clicked’ we knew something was not quite right and after a quick conversation on another phone with the legitimate bank we ended the conversation with the criminals. Our cards were stopped at source, and we were told that our money was safe. Relief all round.

What fools we were (and how easily it is done)

The panic is only now subsiding leaving behind a mess, a vestige of doubt and the question that will plague us for probably days, ‘is it really all over’.

Anyway,

Tonight, before I go to bed, I will put a curse on the scum who stole a couple of hours of mine and my other half’s life.

But I will not sleep…

So, tomorrow in an effort to heal myself, I will paint.

‘Them’

Painting used to be the way I dealt with the world. It was applying paint to canvas that in its own strange way enabled me to cope. The minutes, the hours would pass, and I would be in the time it took to create whatever, at peace.

Something has changed. A great black cloud has appeared, blocking out the sun and the peace. My sky has darkened, and my life feels like it is changing.

Let me explain…

When I was feeling more myself it was not unusual for me to pontificate, preach even (forgive me) that WE. US. Us human beings were connected. We were, ONE. And for all our differences in culture, appearance or whatever, we were joined at the hip. Always, brothers and sisters. Family.

I was, however, wrong. Blinded by the light and basking in the good times, I had foolishly forgotten about

‘them’.

I had forgotten, that although ‘them’ spend most of their existence, their ‘lives’ under damp and slimy stones and other dark places, they are easy to forget.  The truth is, ‘them’, are indestructible and will always be with us. And when not in plain sight, spend their time planning for their next intrusion.

They exist

…and there is nothing to be done except to be ready for ‘them’ and prepared for their next and terrible incarnation. We must always be ready and brave enough to turn the tables and muffle the most awful of their attacks when they arrive…and arrive they will. Yet, and here’s the thing, we will always defeat them. BUT history shows us…at great cost.

For even in their inevitable defeat there will always be a price to pay. We will win and they will retreat unfortunately, leaving us with the consequences of their short or long, destructive rule. They will run back to their dark holes in the damp ground, but they will always, always, return to test us. They will always rise again.

Often described as ‘the Right’, they are a particular breed that exist to disrupt and destroy. They are like the bad and diseased offshoot of what it means to be a member of the human race. A mirror reflection. The opposite. A faulty copy that desires power over and complete control of other human beings. To turn the Status Quo and make profit out of misery they cause is their lifeblood, their heartbeat, their purpose. 

And by the ‘clever’ use of infiltration, confusion, lies and more than anything, the ability to set everyone against each other, they will as they have done in generation after generation, succeed in many different ways with their wicked aims.

SO. BEWARE. It is their time. we are under attack.

What we must and can do is to see through the dark mist and recognise them for what they are. That is our first line of defence. We have to make a note of where they stand and make all efforts to remove them from their positions of power and influence. However, this is not easy because it requires a courage that many of us have no idea we possess. And because these monsters come in many cases, disguised. The task is made that more difficult.

Only revealing themselves when they are sometimes already established (albeit in minor positions of power and trust), we must be prepared to be surprised and shocked who our enemies actually are.

Be alert and have close eyes on the Politician, the Spokesperson, the President.

Beware wolves in sheep’s clothing who claim to speak for the weak and the worried whilst at the same time blaming the powerless for all the ills of society.

Watch out for the charlatan in power who blames vulnerable groups with nonsensical claims concerning their validity to even exist.  Watch out for those that claim to be ‘a man (or woman) of the people’, whilst living a life that is separate and bears no resemblance to those that he or she is trying to appeal to. Do not be fooled.

Stop. Think. Take a breath. Do not give way. Do your Research.  Use your voice. Use your vote. Shout more loudly than usual if you can. Do all that you can to send these monsters on their way and back to the swamp. Organise. Go underground if need be. If none of these things are possible keep watch. Stay loyal and protect your friends and loved ones. Above all…

Do not be sheep.

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