Dependency Culture

(noun) A culture or lifestyle characterized by individuals’ dependency on state benefits such as welfare

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Welcome to this short post on dependency culture. It seems a bigger problem now than ever. Are you dependent on the state for somethin or a corporation? Do you want to be? Do you have a choice? The reality is everyone is dependent on the system of the government and the banks to live, because they are the lawmakers and the ones who control the money and they say we need money to live.

The reality is everyone is dependent on the system of the government and the banks to live, because they are the lawmakers and the ones who control the money and they say we need money to live.

Wizard

Many other things we can become dependent on. Fast food, money, technology, phones, social media, other people, welfare, drugs, alcohol, sex, exercise, being busy, being with people, not being able to look after yourself.

Over the last few years the issue of dependency has grown from the helpless state the world had been left in. From being unable to work and refused to access work to being refused access to going outside, to mandatory clothing and mandatory positions to stand in when at the supermarket and the distant to keep from one another… These are mere tools of control and have no reality in science and the evidence strongly showed it nothing more than a mild illness for the majority of people. We became dependent on the government for news updates on what to wear, where to stand, who to meet and what to say and think… and everyone followed like sheep.

We became dependent on the government for news updates on what to wear, where to stand, who to meet and what to say and think… and everyone followed like sheep.

Wizard

Things were as normal for a lot though, with many still going abroad on holidays and days out seemingly unaffected by travel bans or restrictions, and holding indoor gatherings of multiple households. Despite saying people obeying were like sheep, the people completely ignoring the guidance and living normally are the ones who should be ashamed of themselves. They were not above the rest, as their fellow humans struggled they fobbed them off and carried on. They were in fact dependent on their own ignorance. And this ladies and gentlemen is by far the most dangerous thing in the human race. It leads to acts of selfishness and as we’ve seen nothing is more dangerous than this.

Why not come together? Why not be individuals? We can learn our own dependency and gather our own tools and systems. But, we should never leave people suffering, bring them into the fold of being an individual. Nurture them.

But, we should never leave people suffering, bring them into the fold of being an individual. Nurture them.

Wizard

When kids are racing to the fast food restaurants to eat junk, encourage them to go elsewhere or make their own food for half the cost. If you see people afraid to socialise why are you being nasty to them instead of inviting them along? If someone is crying in public why are you not asking them if they are okay?

Dependency on yourself is key. Dependency on the mass thinking or the thoughts and ideas of others will lead to you becoming a robot. You are already under their control whether you like it or not. The banks control your money, the government controls the laws, the housing and the economy and so do businesses.

You gave them that power, now you need to reclaim it.

Wizard

All the best.

Many Years Ago

uniform, cradled desire

transfigurative deceptive, reliance

who do you see when you stroke the night and wish upon her that all is to be 'well'

a glass chalice glistened under my palm said that I could stare into your heart

as motions kiss beckons on my lips she who called upon me

back in the wind of my grace I see I fell unto you

when time rolled and transcended mirrored ghosts 

give you say, be freed from the anxieties of your awakened existence

move forth into the battle zone, paced not for war but for joy

I'm sat here alone surrounded by a brilliant white light a love so bright

is it time to go but no I sit here not to see the day end but feel a rapture

could it have lasted an eternity?

friendship, family does not dwell on the lips it suffers in the gullet



Burgers are Sluts

She sits opposite me in this leather booth. The restaurant is fairly busy, waiters and waitresses flock from table to table, taking orders, delivering drinks and food and gossiping about social media nonsense. I daren’t reveal to this brunette bombshell that I am vegan, after she took the leap to tell me on the way here. “I’m vegan,” she had said. I didn’t want to share my intimate life details or let her feel some connection, because honestly, the whole date was a big set up. I’d agreed to this after being paired with this lady by a friend. Yeah, she was okay, she chatted a lot about family and decided to tell me about her recently holiday with her ‘girlfriends.’ Not that I was bothered though.

But… the waiter came over and I knew there was no way for me to hide my diet preference, and that was all it was, a way to stay slim and healthy. I don’t care about animal activism. I’d rather let her do all the talking, but I have to throw in the occasional question to sound interested. “Been there before?” She’s forgotten her own holiday already, and she talked about it for like 20 minutes. The waiter hovers over our table, pen on his pad. After viewing the menu, seeing the little choice there was for vegans, I decided to brave it.

“Yeah loads of times,” she finally responds, blushing and batting her eyelids. Damn, this woman is really into me and we’ve known each other for about an hour or two. Essentially a blind date. I give her the silent credit, she is busty, slim and tall. Her wit is questionable, after telling me I look like Colin Farrell. I look nothing like him and was born in Brighton to a mother who worked in a factory and alcoholic father who beat me as a child after his drunken nights out. Maybe being a Colin lookalike was the career change I needed. She glances to the menu and looks to the waiter, he’s young, probably early twenties and for some reason looking down her bra. Kid, take the order and **** off.

“I’ll have the vegan burger,” she says.

“Fries or onion rings?” he asks, smiling. Little jerk is jerking me around, can he not see she is on a date? I with hold my frustration and give him some leeway, as he probably hasn’t even reached puberty yet. “Okay great. An you sir?”

All can be forgiven, he’s addressed me by my master title, sir. Maybe I should correct him, to for the laughs. “Actually, it’s madam,” I say. The waiters face drops and he blushes. The young woman chuckles, and I get a leg up.

“Excuse me, madam.” So far so good, obedient waiter. “What would you like to order?” Oh dear the shame is built up, and I have to look at the menu, but cannot contain myself and splutter, laughing my ass off, she laughs again, and grabs my hand.

“Stop it,” she laughs. Her skin is smooth, her eyes magnetic blue. “What are you eating?”

I really was tempted to push it and order a portion of crisps, I didn’t have the mental energy now. “I’ll have the exact same, thank you.” The waiter takes the order and leaves without another word.

“So are you vegan then?” She smells of rose perfume and has that peaky, coloured tone in her cheeks. Do I confess my intimate details to a stranger? It wouldn’t go anywhere anyway.

“No, but I thought I’d try it.”

“You should be, it’s great.” Oh no, que the long animals abuse rant. I cut her off as she goes to speak.

“Do you want to know a fun fact about burgers?” She draws closer, smiling, her pearly whites glisten under the dim light.

“I’d love to.”

“Well,” I say, hesitating. “Burgers are sluts.” She pulls away, flushed. “They told me they like to be eaten out.” I expect her to laugh, but oh well, there she goes, from the table and out the door. I enjoy the moment and thank God I didn’t have to dump her.


Writing Goals for June

Thank you for taking the time to read this blog post today. I hope you have had an enjoyable week and are looking forward to the weekend celebrations. I read a post on social media describing someone’s writing goals on the Medium platform. I have published a few posts there myself, however my site is my main source of writing. Plus, you all get to see it! It would take a while to build up to the same amount of followers on there, so will add to Medium every once in a while.

So my motivation was sparked by that post to add my own writing goals for June. I listed 3 main goals in my notepad. I also listed 3 lesser goals. Here they are:

1) To Complete my Masters Submission for the 10th June.

As part of my law course I have to do a masters too, it is on clinical legal education and involves a critical reflective report. I have managed 2,500 words on it today taking the word count to just over 6,000. I have to write between 8000-9000 words overall. So tomorrow I will edit what I’ve written today. I am planning to have completed it by Sunday or Monday which will give me a few days to review and edit it.

2) Finish Beach Town: Survivors

The new upcoming and horrifying novella which I plan to release in August 2022. A summer release for what I think it quite the gruesome and dramatic story. I’ve managed to crank out 2,500 yesterday or more, and tonight I suspect I will be able to finish the story. There has been a lot of surprises whilst writing, namely that it is just full of bizarre twists and turns and unexpected happenings. You can see a little more about that by going to the post below, where you can also see what I hope is going to be a good cover!

3) To Reach 600 Followers on WordPress

I really enjoy connecting with you all here on WordPress and putting out content which is so well received. I would love to hit 600 followers by the end of the month. I don’t have that many to go and have exceeded my expectations massively this year, as I’ve gained so many great new ones and likewise discovered so many new and fascinating blog sites here.

4) To Write More About my Life

As I recently started counselling sessions I hope to be able to keep a more accurate diary of my days and to try and incorporate that onto this site sometimes. I think it will allow me to actually see where things are improving, and where things are still in need of support. Many people do this so why not dedicate more time to it?

Well that is all for now and as usual thank you for reading, if you enjoyed then like, comment, reblog and follow and share all over. Also, check out the Dawn of the Dead (1978) movie review below if you like.

🌈Pride Month 22🌈

Happy Pride Month to all those who celebrate this! I want to make this post so that I could briefly talk a little about its history and why it is significant and what we as humans can do to either better understand it or to understand some of the people responsible.

So firstly this is a social movement because it revolves around a social issue. Pride month has been marked since 1970 as June, a time to celebrate what it means to be lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender or queer. Now there is a variety of ‘other’ categories. What it demands is equality from ‘cis’ and ‘heterosexual’ norms. cis is ‘denoting or relating to a person whose sense of personal identity and gender corresponds with their birth sex’.

When there are Pride marches or parades – particularly here in the UK, Manchester, where the event takes over the city for the month – it is because of the Stonewall uprising. It was a watershed moment in LGBTQ history when patrons of the Stonewall Inn, a gay bar in Manhattan fought back against a police raid. It is now a national monument. ’22 marks the 52nd anniversary of the event.

Interestingly despite homosexuality being criminalised and frowned upon long before that, it was Henry Gerber in 1924, a German Immigrant who founded the Society for Human Rights in Chicago, and it was the first group to campaign for gay rights in the United States. In 1955 women including Del Martin and Phyllis Lyons founded the Daughters of Bilitis in San Francisco, the first lesbian rights group in the United States. In fact, the first gay pride month was held in Chicago!

The symbol of pride is a rainbow flag. Are you familiar with the story of Harvey Milk? I suspect you may have heard of him or even seen the movie. Well, he was the openly gay San Francisco city supervisor who tasked the artist Gilbert Baker with creating a symbol for the gay community to use in place of the pink triangle. The pink triangle was actually used by the Nazis in concentration camps, when they forced gay men to wear them. Everyone in those camps had a coloured symbol though. Baker created the pride flag in 1978.

President Bill Clinton (one of the better ones I might add) was the first president to recognise pride month, because in 1999 he issued proclamation No. 7203. His successor who was arguably one of the more horrid presidents, George W. Bush, did not recognise it at all.

Now you’ve had a brief overview of the history. Have a wonderful day!

The World is in Pain

The world is in pain and we must change now to prevent a worldwide fatal incident which will be detrimental to humanity.

The time for being selfish is over. We are now at a point in human existence whereby we cannot live as we currently do and not expect something bad to happen. In life you have a series of slow burning problems, with much bigger problems like war, famine, disease and extinction of species just to name a few. There are international organisations out there doing the work to help and save the planet and the people on it.

Some of the biggest issues are these: malnutrition and hunger (795m people not receiving the correct amount), aids (epidemic, 2016 1 million died from it), malaria, air pollution, lack of human rights, lack of education, gender inequality, conflict and war, displacement and global poverty (1 billion children live in poverty).

Organisations trying to improve and eradicate these issues include: Oxfam, doctors without borders, food and agriculture organisation of the United Nations, human rights watch, Bill and Melinda gates foundation, red cross, save the children, the Borgen project, the world bank, United Nations development programme, United Nations children’s fund (UNICEF), world food programme, world health organisation, world wide fund for nature (WWF).

What could you do to improve things? I would suggest research and education to schools, colleges and universities worldwide so that people are fully aware of the issues. I am not talking about telling them and then not doing anything. I am talking radical shifts, offering programmes to young people who want to go over to the disadvantaged, and suffering countries and help. Allow them the opportunity to go, fund the programmes well. It might incentivise the human race to become more compassionate. You can offer similar things in developed countries, programmes where people can help the homeless, the poor, the sick etc. Sure they could go work for a charity, but the majority don’t have hands on roles, they don’t work directly with the issues.

It results in a distanced vision of what the issues are, without really seeing them for themselves. The problems start with people not caring, because if they did the world would be a better place. The problem is also the mindset that things can’t change. If they couldn’t change then the organisations out there doing the work wouldn’t bother. We’ve all seen the adverts which proclaim to be helping, but when we see the results in person, it makes it so much more effective. It sparks ‘the inner good’ within the human heart, the compassionate desire to aid other beings. If the world is in pain, which means humans are in pain too, then we need to start being better people.

Do you want to be a full time writer? (poll question time. Yay!) Morning Stretch.

Obviously writing full time is going to take the fun out of writing. Plus you will literally have no other choice but to treat it like a full time job, 9-5 everyday. People think they can just write when they want and class themselves as writers, true to an extent, but those aspiring to write full time have no chance because it is a full time job. You have to write everyday to make money, time not writing is going to cost you. You’ll end up without any money. Even if you do pump out a lot of work, there is no guarantee you’ll earn enough to sustain yourself. It is saddening to see so many young people start to become ‘writers’ because they had a good idea, and then later find themselves without money trying to convince people on twitter they are writing full time. I find that so-called writers are spending a lot of time on twitter and other social media. I don’t, but over the last two weeks I have spent more time on there in the hope to see irregular posts from authors. Most of them are on there posting **** all day everyday. They are obviously using their phones. I don’t have a smart phone thank goodness, save me and my soul from the mundane. I just don’t get it, are they actually writing, or spending all their time imagining writing? I am not going back on there for some time. It was well over something like 9 months before I posted something again.

Cheese Glorious Cheese… & Fries

Confession time. Not last night, but the night before I ate this chicken burger. It was called a ‘tower burger’ and consisted of chicken, hash brown, cheese, lettuce and tomatoe and onion, some BBQ sauce and two lovely buns – not the sesame buns, some variety of gourmet/posh buns. Anyway, I hadn’t slept and I needed to eat so I ordered. It came with really tasty crispy fries with peri peri powder, brilliant taste. I am supposed to be a vegan but since I hadn’t slept I felt like I should divulge myself. Anyway it was lovely and I considered it a treat. Was it filling? Yes it was. Did it taste nice? Hell yes. How did I feel after? I have no idea as half hour after eating I blacked out for 12 hours on the sofa, apparently You Only Live Twice {James Bond} had played on tv and at some point turned itself off, as the day after it said ‘watch again.’ Well I slept right through that.

The picture above is from the site I ordered from. They forget my drink even though I ordered a meal which included one. Not the end of the world, great takeaway. I feel slightly guilty though for giving in to the meaty temptation. I suffered bad heartburn and a ‘junk food hangover’ the next day. It reminded me why I went vegan to begin with!

It wouldn’t be a good post without a poem about said burger: I Ate Chicken, Ultimate Vegan Sinner

Not knowing how passion could exist without it
or how the eyelids could remain awake
the meaning of life slipped into a bun
I remember just how much it was 'yum-yum'
no pickled beetroot, no devastating soya
I just know, I was all out of juice


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Have I Been Deceived?

Have I been born

into a world of rivers of blood

the sea that crashes against the waves

a long lost sought fraught ticking clock

that rests near your side

how painful has it been

 to continue to look inside

amidst the passing of nature

the growth and the rise of spring

dwindling of winters pale gusts

locked away in your safe box

waiting for the sound that the bells shall chime

at midnight

where lost souls gather with the flocking birds

that is not what I heard


It’s about more than death, this is one of the greatest songs on the album. The message of hope and strength, born from pain and suffering.