Monday, September 10, 2018

School Monsters

I used to attend boarding school as a teen. Approximately 1974 to 1978.
Security was different then and there were no human monsters worth worrying about like today.

One of my responsibilities was to lock up the school late at night.
I was the school electrician and projectionist before the days of television.
On Saturday nights I would show films in the main hall and I was always the last to leave way after midnight..
Alone.. Really really dark.

As boarders we used to go down to the school weeknights to do homework until 10.30pm, when everyone would go back up to the boarding house together, and I would have a smoke and start locking up and turning off all the lights.

My glowing cigarette gave me a kind of confidence... Made me tougher?.. Maybe just distracted my terror.?
I had a master key and would lock each classroom upstairs and down.

It was really scary all alone where I had to go, down those pitch dark passages echoing... In that huge empty building.
The ghostly glow of the street lights far away cast shadows onto the ceiling in places.  Patchy and shadowy.

I did it every night and I got used to it, but the same swirling shapes followed me like huge curling ghosts of darkness.. Shapes.. Silent.. And watching.
I could feel their eyes on me and my skin prickled, but it was my job and the big boys that had done the same job before me, seemed not scared..
So I had to be the same.
(Anthony Yell.. he gave me my first cigarette.. Van rhyn.)

I also couldn't let them see how scared I really was. 
There were places where it was so dark, whether you opened or closed your eyes it made no difference.
I walked like a blind man in that darkness and knew where everything was..
How far..
How many stairs..
And exactly where the doors were..
The dark was so black it was thick and syrupy.. It clung to me like wet smoke.

There was a sound one night..
A beating swishing fluttering and my heart stopped.
I ran and got out of the building as quickly as I could, desperately locking the doors behind me.
My heart was exploding in my chest, and I had no idea what it could have been but I was not going to go back and look and I was not going to tell anyone.
Then they would know how scared I was.
The next day down at school I went to go and see what may have happened..
What it could have been.?
Who?

But there was only a huge mess of pigeon feathers everywhere and a very half eaten pigeon.

And then those rattley keyhole always gave me away.... The monsters could hear where I was, and waited in the darkest places. 
I got better at dealing with that darkness,
with those monsters,
but I never felt safe. 
They slid along the ceiling ahead of me and swirled when I turned to see if they were following me behind. 
I would sometimes stop, and hold my breath, and listen, to try and catch them out.. But they were always too quick for me. They were waiting to catch me.

A torch would have been so easy and sensible... But there was no such thing.
It was such a relief to get out to the road where the streetlights welcomed me and scared my persuers away.

They didn't follow me outside as I walked back up to the boarding house.
Only my shadow following shorter and longer between the lamplights and the bright stars smiled. They knew.

The real problem is still...
the places I dont know..
Like today..
Places I haven't been before..
Like life's Dark alleys and forests. .. Lonely places...?
We all go there

Now you know too.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

A Mountain to Climb


I dreamt today 2nd September 2018, as I dozed alone before going out for a run.
I did not even realize that I was asleep and it took a few moments to realise that I had just been dreaming.

I was climbing a very high ladder high up in the sky above a volcanic crater filled with water.
As I reached the last few rungs it was as if the stairs moved down as fast as I climbed up and I kept trying to get to the platform at the top.

Two men were standing up there watching me as I kept climbing as I was  staying in the same scary place suspended high above the lake.
The boss man asked me why I dont just give up and jump and that there was nothing up here..
And I answered him immediately still stepping hard against the ever sinking rungs...
It was so clear and immediate!

I said to him that by jumping or falling I would lose his respect, but by making it  up to the platform I would gain a bit back of my own. Self respect.

He smiled and the other silent one pushed the whole ladder, and it swung round into a closer position to the top and I scrambled onto the top level and looked back down at the distant forest and lake far below..
And I felt good.
It was so clear..
And I was alone up there.
And  then I woke up

Monday, August 27, 2018

Personal Serpent

Yup be XXXtremely careful of Her
(your personal serpent) …

when I visited, she said in front of your son,
“Whatever happens, they must never let him out!”
or words very close to that.

I will tell you the context if you ever want to know, but cannot write it.

It is not easy for men like you and me, men of integrity and honour, to imagine the badness of rotten people like my ex-wife & yours.

People who we loved and gave our all.

People who have changed from good to bad Gareth.

From Bee.. Sept 1st 2018
My dear friend.  What a lovely message that was  that you sent on messenger.  I am so thrilled that I am able to communicate with Tom now.  he is an angel in disguise, obviously - I don't have to tell you that.  And I strongly believe that it is no coincidence that your lives crossed. Earthly angels taking care of earthly angels.  Because you are one too.  You are both of a special, rare breed of human who cares so much for other humans that you will risk your own well-being and safety to do what is right and good.  Never thinking of the "self" first, but only as an after-thought.   Always choosing to do the right thing, not what is best for the self.  Always ready to stand up to injustice.  I feel so strongly about these things and I know how much courage it takes to face these adversities - where most would falter or simply not give a damn.  I want you to know this and I know I am cutting deep here but I have never been one to mince words as you well know.  You couldn't have had a worse person as a life partner than Linda.  She is the exact opposite of you.  I found her to be cold, calculating and self-serving.  She proved herself to be just that in her lack of love and affection towards you all those years, and then final abandonment in your darkest time.   I believe you were nothing more than a trophy husband for her, with your drop dead handsome good looks and coming from a good family etc etc.  Thinking of herself first and only herself: oh I don't want to be tied to somebody who is sitting in prison in Kuwait, it's too tedious to deal with, it embarrasses me and it's a stone around my ankle.  Not: I will never abandon the love of my life, my partner and father of my son, because I believe in his integrity and innocence, and I will fight for him with every ounce of my strength and ability until I have succeeded in bringing justice to him and getting him home.   I can't stand people like that and I consciously cut them out of my life!!!  I am so grateful that our paths crossed so long ago and even more grateful that we have been able to remain connected despite the incredible distances and the many many years that have gone by.  I know you said that you don't want to settle down to a family life again and perhaps you never will.  But here is what I want to say to you: there is nothing in the world that can bring you true happiness besides being a family.  No amount of money, success, toys, travel, fancy houses and clothes and cars, good looks either naturally or through plastic surgery, fame, etc.  You can only find that happiness when you have love in the home; a home that consists of a family unit and that lives according to those wonderful Christian values and principles that we were brought up on of honesty, respect and love for each other and for our lord.  This is why I never stopped searching and trying, after my first marriage failed.  I wanted that happiness.  Somehow I knew in my deepest heart of hearts that this is where true happiness lay.

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Sweet Amends and God's Friends Michael D

I just responded to an old friend who has been funding me very generously over the last few years and I thought I would copy you in on some thoughts even though you don't have the previous track.. You know what's going well enough.

It was frustrating..but I will soon be out.
It was often very disappointing to learn so late, how impotent and apathetic.. Aloof and bound by bumbling excuses the authorities were, at every turn.
There is more to this than meets the eye I think?.. and they have yet some cards to play...
Some evasive excuses or possibly good reasons that they were previously unable to disclose?

Either way, they were careful and courteous, and I know a few concerned  individuals were well on side, and did more than they were permitted, but were careful to stay within fairly tight diplomatic boundaries.

I write to a few of them today out of official channels and they will always be family now.
We've made more friends through these trials, and learnt so much too.

I think at this stage after so much good has resulted, that angling at deficiencies and flaws will not do as much good as highlighting the minimalistic tardy efforts with complements and thanks.
They did a lot of good too.
Even to the kuwait authorities, I will direct only respect and thanks, for their efficiency and compassion.
In all these big organizations, there are failings,.
As much... or more, in the uk or usa.

The last thing is, that we can be secure in our knowledge that we tried everything. We left no stone unturned and still had no response. But I know that every letter and appeal was noticed.
And today every one of those was a bright ray of hope for me, restoring every ounce of my honour and self esteem bit by bit.
My family was so grateful for the concerted efforts by so many great people from near and very far.
For them it was much more of an exoneration from my indiscretions and getting into this shameful situation.
Nothing was wasted.
Everything, every voice counted, and today its all pulled together so positively in the end that there will be no place for critical reproaches, only relief, and gratitude I think?
So Mike.. Again thank you for shepherding me so generously through some very dry months and now finally as I pack my bag and stride more confidently into a new chapter. Bless you

Friday, August 17, 2018

Letters from Friends ed

Gareth. Truly . Yes reasons are so important. Reasons allow us to make positive choices..to hold onto something other than ourselves. This gives us a Nexus however tenuous to the greater good and the cosmos.that Nexus is vital in face of adversity such as yours and mine of past.the lack of nexus is responsible for most of the pain  in this world because it births compassion so your nexus to your son and reason to prevail for him is a gift to mankind and our earth biome..it reminds us all and creates magical fortitude and opens up corridors  of opportunity. its funny because organised religionists hold onto their faith and it is the faith itself that produces the magic then they credit their religion.it is the fortitude and spirit born of faith rather than the thing we believe in that allows the universe to help us.it likes us to believe in it.. Funny that.we could start a religion where all u have to do is believe in anything and the miricals would abound! It is so easy to forget.i forgot that u had a challenge just to get a phone let alone bandwidth..such a small thing but the link to the outside  world for u. Yes I almost died but many have and we ultimately all will. It just helped me to lose fear. Your son will have learned so much thru your journey and he is so lucky to have such a wonderful father. Don't forget that this happened to u.u didn't do it. luck struck u down but u have and  are weathering it.this will create an incredible platform for the next chapter when it unfolds.use it..don't let it use u. I am sure u have already learned this from your words. It's all about love and light. Your son has a father.a great father.he is watching from afar as he grows up and u shape him in your absence perhaps even more than your presence.u are teaching him that u can prevail in the face of enormous headwinds.perhaps the greatest lesson a father can give his son. My daughter ironically was the result not the reason. I had a wild life and then fell. It gave me perspective.i decided to focus.that focus gave me a wonderful woman and my daughter was born out of my lesson and that union. The wheel is circular.we get on and off but it always goes around.. but attitude...my goodness attitude is everything.i watched my brother be angry in hospital and the universe made it difficult for him as his anger increased.i learnt from that that our choices affects the outcome.u hang in there brother.. u are an inspiration to me.

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Getting Back

What is there to say after this?
What is there to share of this journey?
What good could result from all this pain?
What good could ever be realised by all this shame?
So many questions...loose ends
And having the answers would not be my claim.
Nor would I presume on such wisdom or advice or ill claims to fame.

What we have together here,
is a view into an obscure experience. What we have together is a strategy of inspection.
What we can share in this travesty and this display of such delinquent legal processes, is not bitter and angry but a clear and progressive regrowth.
For us all.
As I stand back from it all with you, from an objective standpoint, and after a great deal of effort and care assisted by a great many wise contributors.

What I've done up till now is to have presented the myriad of confused components coherently and clearly for you to see and share and assess.

Through my previously unblemished reputation and my perhaps tardy attempts at  a putting these events up for an exacting scrutiny, it is my sincere hope that much of this unfortunate travesty will be presented in its entirety for the good things it has yielded .and  Your opinions are very important. crucial.

Your respected opinions and conclusions are yours alone to choose with no obligation to me, or my devastated family and friends.

I am most highly indebted to my now divorced wife and son for enduring the most traumatic deprivations and social rejections on my account.
Their shame and ignominy through all these years of secretive whispers and gossip must have been a most painful ordeal. 
Their incredible fortitude and achievement as everything they had earned and deserved was snatched away as I lay incarcerated, helpless and destitute.
Most significantly was how my parents too, endured much of the same torment and disinformation.

My parents were equally  bewildered by the roughshod allegations which were bandied about, so contrary to the long suppressed truth which eventually surfaced years too late.
Bravely those most gallant parents, family and friends stood by my side regardless of the fabrications that resulted in my convictions through a well proven legal slaughterhouse.

Most importantly I've acknowledged my misdemeanors and shortcomings many times over and have drawn much reprieve from having disclosed all that. The acceptance of my misdemeanors was a very important factor for my credibility thus far.

What I really need to express now, is that there is so much good that has transpired from this most unfortunate turn of events.
The indescribable horror, shock, shame and outrage mustered into the Arab spring and its inconsistencies, transformed into the errant legal processes leading to my imprisonment.
So much good came out of all this.
So many networks of campaigning supporters formed..
So many meetings of the most wonderful personalities.
So many diligent operatives within the diplomatic structures and rather sadly, also the dissappointment at their inaction and impotence.

Together we learnt so much and are  sharing it . Having a tiny phone changed everything and allowed my loved ones to hold my head above the water . Every day.
Allowed an interaction of powerful emotions as the cruelest of events played out. Every day.
So many felt the pain and sadness with me... Every long  night.
So many shared the great many joys that occurred. Every day.
Contributions came in to me in many ways by relief parcels.. Visits..messages.. Letters.. Cash amounts or loading to my phone credit.
Supporting my old mum and helping her with using her phone.. Carrying letters and love between her and myself so excessively restrained and silenced.

Some very great friendships and meetings have resulted from all of this.
There is a manuscript for a book presently undergoing final editing.

I have also managed a few of my own achievements as I experienced living into another culture.. Language religion and lifestyle. There was so much I could never have learnt anywhere else.

Reading speaking and writing arabic and using it all every day.
I completed a course as an electrician in the workshops and ran the satellite TV systems.
I made many friends and good impressions at every level.
I used the time well and exercised consistently and many now follow my example.
I fed the birds every day, now they do it.
I taught some basic English at the school .
Every day I gained a foothold and where I feared I was slipping behind the busy outside world..
I was progressing in other ways.

Obtaining a tiny illegal phone was a revelation and it changed everything.
It became my lifeline and a major part of my metamorphosis to freedom .

I had found a way to see the world and to extend my presence far beyond the thick concrete walls and steel bars.
I was never alone as my support base grew ever wider.
I was more reassured as the details of my case were corroborated and shared widely.
The details were all researched and cross referenced and carefully set in place for everyone to see,  so they, and you, could come to your own conclusions.

The heavy black clouds lifted from over my head, and my family and many friends breathed a huge sigh of relief as the long concealed explanations were finally aired .
So many letters of  appeal were made to many a high level of government and media groups.
Every single one was  rebuffed or ignored. So many kind friends wrote the most flattering glowing testimonials on my behalf submitted all in hope.

Nothing was wasted.. It all served a purpose and confirmed most universal support and encouragement to me and all who hoped with me.

Thank you to my stalwart friends who persevered with these appeals on  my behalf, literally right up till the last day of my incarceration. Thank you to the hundreds that messaged the most heartwarming encouragements on all social media platforms.

My jailers all knew of the delinquent events leading to my implication and incarceration but were helpless to say a thing. They reciprocated by looking after me most kindly and I will be ever indebted to them for that. 
A number of them are linked on my fbook.

I've gone on too long here I know.. But I needed to share an important point with you here.. That this most terrifying ordeal was turned around to serve a far greater purpose than my welfare.

It's way bigger than me..
Its every one of you who held this all together and I will never be able to express sufficient gratitude to you all, but will endeavor to pay it forward.

I know it's taken a corner of many lives and brought together the most incredible friendships across the world. There will be a book and another after it concluding and revisiting, rejoicing.

I will recover.. And I hope the labels will fade.
My losses will balance with many more gains.... and the credit for all this is due to you.
Thank you for standing by me through all this. Thank you for acknowledging the bravery of my young son and my parents.
Thank you

I just responded to an old friend who has been funding me very generously over the last few years and I thought I would copy you in on some thoughts even though you don't have the previous track.. You know what's going well enough.

It was frustrating..but I will soon be out.
It was often very disappointing to learn so late, how impotent and apathetic.. Aloof and bound by bumbling excuses the authorities were, at every turn.
There is more to this than meets the eye I think?.. and they have yet some cards to play...
Some evasive excuses or possibly good reasons that they were previously unable to disclose?

Either way, they were careful and courteous, and I know a few concerned  individuals were well on side, and did for me more than they were permitted, but were careful to stay within fairly tight diplomatic boundaries.

I write to a few of them today out of official channels and they will always be family now.
We've made more friends through these trials, and learnt so much too.

I think at this stage after so much good has resulted, that angling at deficiencies and flaws will not do as much good as highlighting the minimalistic tardy efforts with complements and thanks.
They did a lot of good too.
Even to the kuwait authorities, I will direct only respect and thanks, for their efficiency and compassion.
In all these big organizations, there are failings,.
As much... or more, in the uk or usa.

The last thing is, that we can be secure in our knowledge that we tried everything. We left no stone unturned and still had no response. But I know that every letter and appeal was noticed.
And today every one of those was a bright ray of hope for me, restoring every ounce of my honour and self esteem bit by bit.
My family was so grateful for the concerted efforts by so many great people from near and very far.
For them it was much more of an exoneration from my indiscretions and my getting into this shameful situation.
Nothing was wasted.
Everything, every voice counted, and today it has all pulled together so positively in the end, that there will be little place for critical reproaches, only relief, and gratitude I think?

So Mike.. Again thank you for shepherding me so generously through some very dry months and now finally as I pack my bag and stride more confidently into a new chapter. Bless you

Friday, August 10, 2018

Prose 3 Depths and Contrast

Hallo Gareth
Ek baie van jou gelees ek as n buitestaander het geen begrip wat jou ervarings met die jare was en nogsteeds huidiglik
Ek hierdie geskryf gebaseer op Psalm 130 vers 1tot 6

Uit die dieptes

die dieptes is iets
wat ek baie goed ken
die leegte

wat 'n mens se diel
en gees binnesluip
jou vrede en vreugde verdryf

soms is dit net te
pynlik of deur die venster
van my hart te kyk

want die lewe is nie maklik
"dieptes " is eintlik te ligte woord
aan dié ervaring van leegheid

hoe beskryf mens iets. ..
wat jou siel opvreet
maar nie 'n gestalte

die niks wat
alles in beslag neem
juis omdat daar nie woorde is

wat my diepste
versugtinge
verwoord nie

tog vind ek
troos uit U
Woord Here

want hierdie
" uit die dieptes "
ervaring wat ek

so goed ken
hoef my nie van U
Here vervreem nie

Opgedra aan Gareth Rutherford ek bid saam met jou vir 'n nuwe seisoen in jou lewe binnekort

Ivana de Graaf
Kopiereg voorbehou
05-08-2018

Prose 1 The same questions 9th August 18

I mentioned in that writing, the account of August Array .. The clear water, wide open sky and Whales in the bay.
I have not swum in ten years.. Or seen the sun rise or the moon at night..assembling the story and queries
You think right.
But you will see all these little things in the accounts in my blog.
Many don't bother to go there, too busy their lives. I know it's hard out there and that reading such misery is bit of a slog.
I know it's a bit tedious and long and many have told me so
but there are details in there that have to be shown.
There are a few who have read through the chapters there, and they are the few that know.
So in the state of Kuwait and the city the same.. Kuwait central prison is the name of the game..
It's a maximum security with guards and high walls
with nowhere to escape to, no chance, not at all..
I've never killed anything.. Not stolen or broken the law..
Ive never taken any drugs or made a bad call. Don't drink or smoke or excess in any way.
Amongst thousands of criminals I've been made the same..
And every day I have to make huge efforts to adapt to keep sane.. 
I've shared all this hundreds of times with many who have cared
or those like me who have never imagined being in a jail... Or what happens on one day in your life when everything fails. My soul so delinquently bared.
Today  9th August 2018

Prose 2 Inexorability

Where do we go at sunset?
A journey of dreams and hope?
A sensation of light and consciousness.?
Gently waning, as if to sleep?
No more than fables and fantasy
No less than simmering dread
Sadly no guarantee or assurance
Ever faithfully we follow like sheep
The chasm awaits every one of us
Not one has ever returned
But still we dream of its graces
And pray that it's not too deep

Monday, August 6, 2018

Ch (17) Today... August Array 2018

Here, today in early August, there is in me, a sensation of numbness.
A comfortable disconnect from the claws of duty and obligation.
A smile imprinted into my head as images of my imminent release from this agonizing incarceration, form in my mind.
Imagining those long awaited meetings as they replay in blurs of tears.
And I wonder if I will hold them or hide them or share them or dare them.?

Ten years after my most obscene abduction from the bright sunshine of the peak of my career..
Snatched so rudely, into the depths of shame, torment, deprivation, disposession, indignity, and disillusion.
Contrasts of every hue and some painful lessons of life, and it's truths.

Here today,
no longer bewildered and outraged by the cruelest of deceptions and fabrications imposed.
No longer angry or vengeful in response to these most delinquent of convictions.

Now there is  direction.
Now there is  firm resolve.
Now there is clarity and intention.
Now there is a new correction.

There has been time to winnow the chaff of confusion and lies..
And time to assemble the fragments of a shattered career..
Time to piece together the tatters of my destroyed family and friends
and time, and to stand back..
And to consult with the wise and able for their unbiased direction.

So privelaged am I, to have had all this and to have shared it all with so many. So grateful today that so many of them have participated, impacted and   contributed so passionately to the support mechanisms that have lifted me out of the most soul destroying destitution.
Lifted my family too.
I direct no longer to others, any arrow of blame or miserable regret, but to my self.
Those sentiments of Futility.. Apathy.. Helpless frustration and impotence.
Years of stonewalled intransigence have been order of the day. Those days of hope..
But every day there were thousands of you caring friends, who have ever more  stood behind me, in confidence and hope and prayer.
Even my own prison wardens have stood with me, as they too, knew of the disparities and common disconnects within the most powerful  circles.
They too were as helpless as my countrymen diplomats at the highest levels. But they cared for me.
They too were most cautious as were  all who knew that, in the truth, there was great risk to my welfare. 
No finger could too loudly or truthfully declare..
That which we all knew..
But were impotent to share.
So today here I am updating this news for you as clearly as I dare.

I owe so much to so many caring friends, and it is a daunting prospect to consider how I will ever be able to repay the hours, days, and dollars..
The compassion..
The fortitude the wisdom and the love that was showered over me day after day.
The sequences of the most uncanny of good fortunes and positive energy exactly at the right times, culminating in what I can only describe as miracles.
The myriad of the smallest things that made the hugest differences.

So here... I write and think and appreciate every tiny thought..
Every tiny whim..
Every tiny inclusion that you may have had in your own lives, as so many have so kindly thought about me here.

It's not all about me.
It's about compassion.
It's about a shared travesty
It's about a window for many to see
It's about an opportunity to care
It's about a lesson of great pain and loss
Observed in safety from far away
Observed while enduring your own traumas and tribulations.

So it's been a journey of success
A perilous tragedy turned challenge.
And a challenge turned victory.
Like a dull strip of mild steel forged in a hell fire.. . Beaten, annealed and tempered.. Now burnished to shine.
Yours to hold and admire
Your efforts did all this
Your care
Your fire
Your rescue
Your love and interest and forgiveness.
Your passionate participation
Your friendship and inspiration
Even on the darkest days.. I was never alone.. Someone somewhere always had me in mind and I knew it.. Felt it.
So here I write this today, to share with you the results of your most generous care.
You did all this
I played my role almost as a token
You stood by me when my nearest walked away in shame. Cut me off.

The rewards must return to you and I will endeavor to conclude to each their share.
The days ahead still have a load to bear and I will be more ecstatic and confident when I see you there.
These days I will share with you, as the sky opens wide and the glittering water clear, swims clean and free.
Then holding your hearts and those joys together, relived, this all becomes yours.
Do this with me
So.. I think.
Today.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Depths and Contrast

Hallo Gareth
Ek baie van jou gelees ek as n buitestaander het geen begrip wat jou ervarings met die jare was en nogsteeds huidiglik
Ek hierdie geskryf gebaseer op Psalm 130 vers 1tot 6

Uit die dieptes

die dieptes is iets
wat ek baie goed ken
die leegte

wat 'n mens se siel
en gees binnesluip
jou vrede en vreugde verdryf

soms is dit net te
pynlik of deur die venster
van my hart te kyk

want die lewe is nie maklik
"dieptes " is eintlik te ligte woord
aan dié ervaring van leegheid

hoe beskryf mens iets. ..
wat jou siel opvreet
maar nie 'n gestalte

die niks wat
alles in beslag neem
juis omdat daar nie woorde is

wat my diepste
versugtinge
verwoord nie

tog vind ek
troos uit U
Woord Here

want hierdie
" uit die dieptes "
ervaring wat ek

so goed ken
hoef my nie van U
Here vervreem nie

Opgedra aan Gareth Rutherford ek bid saam met jou vir 'n nuwe seisoen in jou lewe binnekort

Ivana de Graaf
Kopiereg voorbehou
05-08-2018

Friday, June 15, 2018

Ch (12) September Breeze

Hello my friends im back again
with an old missive along the way
I am the same today, only
with a little bit more to say.
I am neither sad nor complaining,
but I have to keep on trying.
To face the days.

No more thought of whining
or tedious dismay..
My many friends now firm behind me every step of the way.

I would love to share the story of many here far worse off than me.
And to let you all know right now
just how much you have helped
me to see.
And how to better face the days

So many here have fallen foul of a world where wars and greed hold sway.Where millions of impoverished children and migrants, raped and tortured as the silent world looks on in impotent dismay.

Much I've learnt  and written down is saved for all to see.
My life, my efforts, my many sins declared, aknowledged
My battered heart now mercifully freed.

The years have taken their toll of health, family and fun and extracted all their needs.
After Ive seen the bent of truths
and laws and justice.
Banks and global ethics.. hippocrisy...national debt and bribery..
No more trust

Shattered efforts at Human rights.. political correctness..
Democracy and its sickness and corruption...
all said and done.
Nobody is perfect, and blaming others is easier and sadly seems more fun.

Read through these records please...
as critically as you choose..
and see that there are many like me, who have tripped over some tiny ruse.

I'm one of many thousands of voiceless prisoners so abused
and a lot far worse off than me, so cruelly roughshod accused.

Today I write this for all for them, 
and for whom there will be no reprieve.
I myself am tired now and will be  taking a bit of leave.
Perhaps September though?
soon to feel the breeze..?

My illegal fone is dying and I've said all I really need.
I'd guess you've heard this all before,
but it's my constant hope that many will take heed.

I've been so drained and weakened by this long and sad adventure through thick and thin,
but I have gained much relief by sharing in this fight..
Cascades of care and support and loving encouragement my heart is now bright.
I am so grateful as my clarinet sings, but never to forget those trapped indefinitely in these dark wings.

But now my efforts are for those with me .. who will never say a thing...
The great ogre of global justice has his way unhearing..

I am compelled to persevere with  exposing their silent plight,
For them their torment has no hope of reprieve,
or imminent end in sight...

So we see how busy the world is,
with its own injustices and delinquent human rights. .
The mechanisms are all so complex like good sense lost in a thick fog at night. 
A blend of greed and politics that obscures what should be right.

I am not running away ..

No more futile flight.

Now to face the day

September breeze
We will see

Friday, February 23, 2018

Ch (8) Complicity in Context taken out

I'm one..
One who was Taken..
One of The dissapeared....
A minor oblitteration..

From the day they took me until today, after nearly ten years of silence and hope and loss and torment, I still offer my full cooperation in every way that could possibly bolster my credibility.

I listened today on the BBC radio, to the voice of an Egyptian mother.. Zubeida.. who's daughter had been snatched from the world by the same clandestine and untouchable political  forces that took me that day with their infinite and unchallenged authority.

Doors closed in her face as she searched over the whole country for her 23yr old daughter... They turned her away as she searched from prison to prison .. Desperate..
Its now ten years and she searches each day..and is met with the apathy of helpless impotent timid beurocrats.

Daily she searches, enduring the agony of knowing her daughter is being tortured and raped and silenced and hidden.. Taken

At least in my case, I am still grateful that I have been able to communicate some of the details that we were aware of..
I have been to court and have been tried in front of clueless or complicit judges.?
We may well guess, but will never know.?
My lawyer certainly didn't either.

But I have always hoped that the rest of my evidences would miraculously materialize or be revealed by my consistent cooperation, honesty and testimony of those that knew me..
Those who had worked with me, and possibly someone who might have been witness to the intricate plan to implicate me, in the ways that I could never disprove.

Evidences that were never revealed. .. They remain buried and silent, and the passing years give them joy.

Embassy watched in horror and shame as my stuttering and incoherent denials buried any vestiges of my credibility, and my vain hopes of exoneration.

So many of my family and disillusioned friends have stood up in shock and disbelief at these allegations, as I myself quietly accepted the blame in the hope it would pacify my captors.

It didn't..
It emboldened them...
My appeal case appearance took a mere seven minutes , with no witnesses called.... or testimony from me.
Life in prison.. No quarter...

Embassy watched aloof and remained courteous and diplomatically intact as they processed the list of errant convictions that had been filed against me.
I wonder who they believed more? 
It didn't matter... Ten years have gone.

From the first day of my irregular abduction, I was adamant that the minor misdemeanors that I may have committed, must be confessed and disclosed fully, in order for me to retain any semblance of credibility.
I did that....

I told them everything I knew and hoped they would respond to my truthful submissions by equal acceptance of my most sincere denials.
But they did not...

Like Zubeida... My family and many friends have begged the world and the powerful embassy diplomats to intervene on my behalf.. But my family were met only with stony silences ten years too late.

Taken... Abducted...
For ten years, where no one can lift a finger without fear of further antagonizing the captors.
Here we are Blackmailed into silence or could it be ...
Complicity?

My petition for clemency signed by thousands who know I speak the truth and who have seen the errant indiscretions of the Arab spring and its cohorts..... hangs open ended and exhausted, flapping like muddy rags on rusty wire..
Seen but ignored.
Derilect...

As the years go by, the impact of my abduction becomes diluted and our muted impotent appeals for clemency are ignored.

My dear mother Susie hoped and prayed so many years in complete futility, and died without my hand and support.
She died in such sadness as she missed my hand on hers.

My young son, the bravest of men at ten years old, endured the shame and derision by all our friends..his best classmates and their parents... as his once great father, sat imprisoned...made a vile criminal...
His teachers and the onlookers who had no idea of the facts as did we.
We knew so little then..

He persevered, and with his devastated dear mother behind him, he achieved wonders at school in sport... Music.. Academia.. And character. 

He suffered far more than anything I have endured here so cruelly condemned, in a foreign jail so far away and so spurned.
His silent agony and loss was seen by  many as they cringed helplessly not knowing what to say.
I never heard a word from him in so many years.. or even received a photograph or a letter or a card.
He was cloistered.. I was banished..

He beat all the odds.. Where there was very little money or emotional support.
He worked hard even as he heard the whispers and caught the sidelong glances that followed him everywhere.
Then at university he continued stoically and with aplomb.
He did all that...

Ive blamed myself all these years for the blatant travesty of his torment and deprivation by my captors.
It's them that have done this.
With me here in this prison, there are many fathers like me with sons much like him. 

But with every day that goes by now,
I am awakening to the extent of the crime that is being perpetrated by my captors, regardless of my innocence and non complicity in the alledged convictions layed on my head.

With every day that passes from the first day I was taken.. and made a great criminal.. I have realised, to my horror, that submission and cooperation might have benefitted my immediate welfare, but it has only destroyed my integrity and resolve.
It covered me in a patina of dust..
Subdued finally?

I've become as timid as a mouse and beg daily for crumbs of their mercy, as if it was me that had been guilty of all they chose to lay over my head.
My fragmented dignity daily laid waste by the derision in the eyes of the free men much better than me, working as cleaners or refuse collectors in the prison.

I started to delinquently believe that what my captors insisted was true, was what happened..?

And yesterday.. 22nd Feb 2018...
a kind and thoughtful prison doctor asked me whether I was guilty or whether I would after all these years, confess to all my convictions? .

And I said to him, that" today.... and every day forward from here, I will deny any complicity in these crimes and that it would remain so forever.". Or until there can be one credible witness to show that I have ever told one single untruth".
Further, I said to him that" everything I did on the day I was abducted by my captors, I would do exactly the same again, with one exception"...
"That I would be more careful not to run errands for unknown contractors and businessmen in foreign countries"

And I said this to him with the utmost confidence knowing this was my most sincere and final confession.
My  cleansing..
I did that..

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Ch (10) Thinking priorities

Here again..
Its me alone in my tiny barred cell..
And I think.. 

Through the narrow high masked window seeps a hint of the fresh open air outside, and I can hear the chatter of the tiny brown birds nearby.
The trickle of air and muted sunrise dawn light joins their music to signal a new day..
As it all creeps in past the heavy bars and punched steel plating.. ..

to me. 

But..
The world is so busy..
The birds say the same...
And I am here marking time..
So many of us here have waited so long in anticipation for some chance of reprieve and sadly..
Too many with me have not lasted. They get weaker and lose hope and just die. 

Far away from here...
My closest family, each so patient and long-suffering are being snatched away one by one as I watch so helplessly.

I know they've forgiven me for the choices I've made and we've exchanged a steady flow of love and care...
But it was never nearly enough...
Even though..
That by my very absence..
It was more. 

There is so much to be done and I'm not doing enough of it.. 
My nagging conscience drives me to maintain contact with as many folk that have found me here and seen much of this travesty. 
Folks that have shown so much compassion and care.. and many among them who need me too.

Everyone is so busy I see..
Progressing and dealing with their lives as they must..
So I try to be more like those birds outside..
And not to fret too much.
No more than only for now and today.. Knowing that tomorrow will be it's own matter. 

Priorities in this busy overstressed world are so critical to our progress and very survival but they can be re arranged. 
This tiny prison cell and all these tormenting years have done this for me.
Given me a chance to step back and take stock.

 My most passionate allegiances and obligations are naturally to my closest loved ones... closely followed by many caring friends who have shown me what a great privelage it is to love and care for someone other than oneself.

. And as things go..
Also for those that I am still getting to know..
Those with whom I will be able to share the accumulations of my soul with.. for ever. 

Thats much of what this is about...

I think..? 

Ch (13) Counting for Love

My head down..
Self consciously scuttling..
My clothes ill fitting and threadbare.. My eyes averting from others and my thoughts diverted..
Like lots of small odd sized window panes in the window frame. 
Counting the bars on my door and the light bulbs outside on the walls and the spaces in between. 
The length and breadth and the number of bricks in every row.. I catch myself counting everywhere.
And have to  consciously stop myself from doing it. 
The tiles in the bathroom or the slats over the windows..
Counting and pacing up and down and avoiding the real concerns..
The real issues that need to resolved or faced. Seconds in the minutes.. Minutes in the hours and hours in the days.. In the weeks.. In the months and years.. Years lost.. Years counting and waiting in this jail.

I count the bricks for every minute and the tiles for every month and the windows for every year. I have to stop myself from the counting obsession which siezes my frantic mind when it really doesn't know what else to do
 Perhaps like a the taming of a wild horse..
Bucking and rearing and on down to a quietness onto which there can be some reprieve and onto which new ideas can be formed. 
That constant mindless counting and futile measuring now bridled and focused into the real..
And the next stage

 I'm learning to love better I think..? 

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Dinah analysis

> Gone Fishing<

A euphemism for

Gone awol who the fuck knows where

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I understand completely mention of

Debilitating
Time warp
Regret
Loss
Anger
Apathy
Churning

And the tic toc of it and the grind

It's mentally and emotionally paralyzingly. 

It's PTSD
And so much more than that
It's a raging monster
And a small grieving child

It's a time warp of sensory deprivation while the world hurtles forward in a kaleidoscope of colors bleeding together

Feelings of vengeance are a fascinating bed fellow that both feeds our impotence and our will to survive, it

Whatever IT is.

When the theft has included that priceless commodity TIME
The knowledge of the profundity of the loss, irretrievable, induces a grief and rage that is its own crippling companion.

It takes enormous fortitude to stand steady and stay the course.

It takes a personal strength not often acknowledged, to not buckle at the knee and give in to giving up.

Mostly on oneself

It takes rage.

And anger too

Channeled in the same way a demolition is controlled

Unlike the  building which when brought down is permanently down,

We as humans must rise up the next day
Again, to repeat and rinse and rinse and rinse

That is the blessing, and curse of our human condition, hope

And the resolve to stay the course, dining at the banquet of anger, grief, fear, apathy and channeling it in such a way that it raises us up day after day despite or in spite of our moments of questioning the sense of it all. 

I believe the sense of it is internal far more than anything external. In so much as our control is conditional and limited in large measure by our ability or inability to see and feel colors and give wings to the paintbrush of our inner canvas. 

Ps: I fucking hate fishing !

Most tedious monotonous over rated exercise in the human lexicon although I will admit that wading in a foaming fast moving stream with a woven basket net to catch a dinner cooked over an open flame under a blanket of stars before crawling into a sleeping bag wedged into a bed of moss and pine needles, watching ribbons of mist curling beyond the dying fire was a heady experience complete with smelly fishy hands that no amount of river washing with gravel could quite eliminate. 

Later I remembered that ash from the fire would have killed the fish smell.  Too late ! 

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