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Prince William

To take on something

Like homelessness

This is how I

An intuitive feeler

1% of the population

Feels about it

You cannot not get

Political

About it

When people need

Love

Healing

Therapy

Shelter

Animals

People

Care

Trust

Specialist treatment

We have to go above

And beyond

To truly understand

The reasons

The heroine addict

Behind homelessness

So this is the trip

I went on

First

Brown

When you cook it up

On your dirty single

Mattress

In a squat

And inject it into

Your veins

Running through your

Blood stream

Every worry

Every concern

Dissipates

Distillates

Filtrates

And disappears

From your body

When all you feel

Is pure bliss

Sinking through the

Floor

Swimming through every

Cell of your body

It isn’t sex

But it feels safe

For a moment

Lost without time

No problems

And no fear

The trip of all trips

Transcending dimensions

A potent mix

From the universe

Of plants

The affliction

Of the addiction

Takes hold

As moments pass

For I have no judgement

When you would do

Anything

Anything

For that next hit

With your skin

Crawling

And itching

You run

Steal

Break the law

Beg

Yearn

For the money

For that bit of brown

Maybe it’s crack

Maybe it’s smack

Anything to take the

Memories away

For I’ve slept rough

Lay next to tramps

The homeless

Spent hours

And nights

With them

Trying to understand

How they feel

Why they are on

The streets

My heart beats

With an ability

To sense

And go through their

Lives

Witness is not experience

Sympathy is not

Empathy

Their stories

I hold dear to my

Heart

The alcoholic

He’s in his sixties

White beard

Unwashed

Bad teeth

Can’t remember

The last time he

Washed

And that first sip

Of the spirit

Whiskey

And the feeling

Of that state

When the alcohol

Works its magic

Whether he pisses himself

Ends up in the gutter

Vomits over himself

And the pavement

Nothing matters

Because of the pure

Ecstasy

He feels

Escaping reality

Into sleep

Oblivion

With no care

In the universe

For he reached the

Gods

Before passing out

I met this guy

When I caught the end

Of an AA meeting

He’d been clean

For 46 years

Said he loved alcohol

More than

His wife

More than his life

Itself

That is how it feels

The girl I used

To see

At Clapham Junction

When I was

Coming back from

Work

Skinny to the bone

I asked her what she

Would like

She always wanted

The cherry icing bakewell tarts

Anything to feed her

Her story matters

They all do

So the abused

The different reasons

For ending up on

The streets

Sexual abuse

As a child

The guilt

The shame

The confusion

The fear

Some become sex addicts

Themselves

Others carry the

Memories

They flee to the

Streets

Where survival

Of the harshest

Cold

And weather

Conditions

Is better

Than any memory

Cold to the touch

Your eyes tell me

Too much

So many different reasons

For homelessness

The mental illness

The neglect

What they have witnessed

So there’s this Irish

Guy

Let’s call him Jo

His father’s a gambling

Alcoholic

Who beats up his

Mum

He has a sister

Jo runs away to

Dublin

Aged seventeen

He finds a stray

Dog

Who really found him

He can barely read

Or write

Cannot articulate

How he feels

Pale

Skinny

Green eyes

Green veins

The way people look at

Him

When they walk

Past him

The pity

They feel

He doesn’t know

The word

He just knows

How it makes

Him feel

He sees people

In smart clothes

Girls his age walking

Past

Looking at him

With sorrow

Someone gives him

50p

And another person

£1

He buys a can of coke

That pours through

His body

And it feels

Like pure medicine

A rush of sugar

To his brain

Jo is completely broken

He can barely feel

Most of the time

He is so cold

He forgets what warm

Feels like

As the hours

Pass like years

And the years

Pass like centuries

Someone from Shelter

Speaks to Jo

‘We’re gonna help you

And find you

Somewhere to live

With your dog’

The flat is freshly

Painted

With a cupboard

A single bed

And a window

Looking out onto

The street

Jo gets diagnosed

With PTSD

What does that

Even mean?

The flashbacks

He experiences

Wake him up

In his sleep

He thinks about

His sister

He receives

Therapy

But we know what

Jo needs

It’s beyond therapy

He needs to be

Held

Loved

He needs to feel

Safe

So Shelter help him

Find a job

At the local newsagents

He learns how

To work the till

There’s this girl

Sophie

Who works at the

Newsagents

Too

The way she looks

At him

If only she

Knew

Gradually, Sophie

Starts speaking

To Jo

It takes time

But they get to know

Each other

Sophie comes back

To Jo’s flat

And she holds him

When he shakes

When he cries

When he screams

Jo feels like Sophie

Is an angel

Who was put on this

Earth

Especially for him

Homelessness

Prince William

What a task

Mammoth mountain

To take on

Soup kitchens

Shelters

Supported accommodation

Mental health

Severe trauma

I respect you

So much

For doing it

Your mother would be

So proud

There are some, few

Who would prefer

To be on the streets

As that is their only

Way to deal with

Reality

But many

Really do need and want help

We need resources

Funding

So much specialist treatment

To tackle this issue

Above all

We and they

Need

Love

But need will always

Be greater than love

Lack of judgement

Understanding

Listening

And accepting

Our differences

Is crucial

I’m with you

On this one

Wholeheartedly

Fortitude, magnitude

And circumference

Encapturing these never

Ending lives

For sacrament and

Solitude

Dancing through

The equilibrium of time

When I’m galloping

Across the desert

With my blue eyes

Persian metal mask

With the bar between

My eyes

Where is he?

And then there in

My mystical visions

He’s standing in the

Middle of the desert

On the sand

Bare feet

In a blue turban

What is it that you

Need or want?

So I bring him a horse

Through another galaxy

Door

We strip naked slowly

And make love

All of my dreams, fantasies

And visions

What are the Gods

Trying to tell me?

Is this my brain’s way

Of protecting myself?

Another vision, he’s on the

Motorbike

In that spiked leather

Jacket

And I’m behind him

With my head nestled

Into his shoulder

I’m in my leathers

I swivel round and

Straddle him on the bike

My land of dreams

I’ve taken you to my

Paradise

With the mountains

And the gorilla on top

With the blue butterfly

Atop its shoulder

The trees and mud

All around us

Walking into the lagoon

Of water

Naked, bare

With the waterfall

Falling down on our

Naked bodies

Connected tantrically

Sexually

I have only taken one

Other person there before

You can take anyone

You’re there

When I’m 17

And you come into my

Dorm

And get into my bed

You kiss me and make

Love to me

You’re healing me

Is this Eros?

What is going on in my

Mind?

Isn’t it hard to find?

When you’re separates

Creating different art

But there’s a part

A roll to play

Stay away

And my God I will

And am

Yet you keep saving me

Giving it to me

If this is all my spirit’s

Work

And yours

And your spirit’s not

Connected to your body

Do you have any idea

At all?

Let the rain bless your lips

My soft skin

And pulsing hips

This celibacy is

Pure

I only need myself

Right now

For my spirit guides

And angels

Have my back

Their delicate wings

Holding their magic

Powder

Does the blue butterfly

Only mate with a blue

Butterfly?

Or do different species

Of butterflies

Mate with each other?

Butterflies and fears

Through all these years

I’ve travelled through

Your life

Time’s gone by

Please stop asking me

Why

When I need to see someone

I know I need to see someone

But that is not what you want

Unhealthy?

If only you knew

Holy Mary Mother of God

You gave the Virgin Mary

Your donkey

For we trade

Mary Magdalene

I truly felt that crucifixion

Pre civilisation

The rocks billions of years

Old

The energy of animism

The moldavite to help you

Sleep

The many moons

Across the midnight

Galactic starry oasis

So I’m a whale in the ocean

Pangea

Lucy, the oldest soul I know

My friend

Ocean eyes

Reptile fingers

With the plants in the

Water

The way whales mate

From sea to land

Dinosaurs

To birds

To apes

Gorillas in the midst

And the monkeys

Animal Kingdom

Should there be a

Hierarchy?

Do we need this class

System?

If there were no public schools

And we all started

On the same level

Invested in state schools

For children to have

The playing fields

The education

The mixed schools

That everyone deserves

Wouldn’t the system be

Fairer?

For I’m privileged

But one of the reasons

I under ate

Apart from being in love

Was because of my

Privilege

When I was learning

About starving children

In Africa

And there were girls

In my house

Whose parents

Were splitting up

One girl was bulimic

I was the one people

Turned to

Talked to

An unofficial therapist

Why was I so lucky?

So I had safe foods

Foods I felt safe eating

I do not see it as an

Eating disorder

I’m really done with

All these diagnoses

They’re just different states

Of mind

A revered shaman?

A chosen one?

Who knows? Maybe

But maybe here in London

England

We don’t recognise them

Where are our saints?

For we have many

Sinners

Rishi, I’ve been watching

You

And the decisions

You’re making

What about the animals?

What about the pollution?

The oil spills

Your economy

Is too important to you

For you need water, right?

You need medicine

You need food

You need light, fire

You need your wife

Your life

But you cannot see

What I can see

The scientists are screaming

It is a climate emergency

Yet because your house

Is not on fire

And you are not drowning

You simply do not have

The empathy

Capacity

Ability

To feel, truly understand

What if feels like to

Lose it all

Everything

You need

Your greed

The disabled are crying out

The NHS is on its knees

And you want to privatise

It

Make it a business

Yes it needs to be run

More efficiently

But if you sorted out

Your budget

More efficiently

And saw healthcare as an

Essential need

You would understand

Why tax payers money

Should fund the NHS

There are environmental

Laws that need to be

Made

Globally

Please, Rishi, focus your

Mind

On what is needed

Raw sewage in the ocean

Who allows that?

Noam Chomsky’s

Green New Deal

Read it

And weep

I pray for change

Because you have

No idea

What’s coming

Buenos Aires, Argentina

2002

I was 19 years old

My niece Camila, Cami

Was only a few months old

I remember looking at her

As a baby

And seeing stars in her eyes

My father had found this

Alternative therapist

Who had a technique using

These prongs

Stroking along my back

To try and aid my development

Apparently through the birth

Canal

Through my youth

I hadn’t progressed usually

Hence, my childlike

Personality

I started drifting

Floating into psychosis

So from memory

This is what happened

I was standing in

The middle of the square of

Plaza de Mayo

And I had this

Revelation

Which I will never forget

All the time zones

Were going on around me

At the same time

I could see

People

In glassy spirit like

Form

Walking through buildings

Through bridges

That weren’t built in

That particular time zone

It was the most incredible

Revelation

I think I have ever witnessed

Everything

All time

Going on at the same

Time

Yet the magic of it

Was the present

And the present time

Zone

I could see in physical

Form

So the concept of

Multi dimensional time

My mathematical

Theory

Of TT (Pi)

TT (Pi) = T + T = Two time zones

The circumference of a circle = 2TT(Pi)R

The circle representing

Time

There is a madness to it

A tangent but also in

Maths

And its origins

What does the circle

Represent?

What is TT (Pi)?

I know a guy

Who knows TT (Pi) to

I think

96 decimal points

Each number and the way

He remembers the numbers

Is that each number

Represents a girl he knows

So for example I could be

Number 28

And the way he remembers

The numbers

Is the order in which

He places us in his

Brain

So to continue the story

I started travelling

Through all the different

Wars

Like I have said

Psychosis

Can be the most incredible

Rarest dream you have

Ever had

Or your worst nightmare

This is where it can be

Your worst nightmare

So for context

I am in Argentina

With my parents

And sister-in-law

At the time

My brother and

My baby niece

And we are travelling

By coach

My mother put a piece

Of chicken

In my mouth

And it was there

12 hours later

For I was catatonic

But this is what I experienced

While I was going through

Catatonia

I was in Russia

During the war

It was so cold

And the war was going

On all around me

So when my father

Was asked to show

His passports

I was afraid

Because I was time travelling

Through different wars

I can see the Russian fur hats

I can feel the icy air

Due to having had

So many lives

Being such an old soul

I was perhaps

Going through

Every life

Of course my family were

Notably alarmed and

Concerned

We got to Iguazu

Falls

I remember the waterfalls

And the spiders

But of course

I wasn’t present

My sister-in-law

Having studied psychology

And my mother

Felt like I needed

Medication

But this medication

Was not medicine

It was truly damaging

And it was interrupting

The process of my

Psychosis

But you can understand

Why they felt like

They needed to give it

To me

It traumatised my brain

Disorientated me

In the middle of the night

I tried to go to the

Bathroom

But I was so all over

The place

I peed on the floor

I’m writing this to try and

Explain how awful these

Medications are

I became incontinent

So they had to get me

Adult nappies

I was dribbling

And was in a state of

Severe disability

We were flying back to the UK

And my mother

I think due to embarrassment

Was trying to get me to stop

Dribbling

I was in an adult

Nappy

I couldn’t control my body

Afflicted by this poisonous

Medication

I think it’s the worst

Medication

I have ever taken

I don’t know its name

My sister-in-law

Got it in Buenos Aires

My point in writing this

Is to try and explain

These psychopharma

Medications

Are not medicine

They have too many damaging

Side effects

To be labelled medicine

Primum Non Nocere

The Hippocratic Oath

Of medicine

That all medics must

Take under oath

First Do No Harm

Big pharma

You have created pure

Harm

Blood money

Damage

My purpose is to teach

Professors and doctors

About where they have

Gone so drastically wrong

There is a way to treat

Psychosis

Perhaps with sedatives

Like herbal nytol

Anything natural

Plant based to aid

With sleep

In a safe environment

Even in some cases

Where the patient may be

Violent

Give them sedatives

Because these anti psychotics

Are interrupting a vital process

These patients need

Healing

Therapy

Regression

Medicine

Plants

Individual nutritional

Diets

‘Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food’

‘One man’s food is another man’s poison’

For millennia

We have dealt with

Mania and psychosis

We’ve burnt witches at

The stake

We’ve chained people up

We’ve put people in strait jackets

We cuffed people to beds

We’ve given people lobotomies

We’ve given people ECT

We’ve pinned people down

More like you have

Not me

I never would

Harm a soul

Yes there is clinical depression

The doctors make claims

Like a chemical imbalance

They talk of Serotonin

Dopamine

But there is not enough proof

Or evidence behind their

Claims

Do the work

That is the truth

When you look at DNA

Genetics

Biokinetically

There is a movement

A reason why one gene

That may be genetically

Carried

That if triggered by

Stress or lack of sleep

For example

It can lead to psychosis

But these genes have multiple

Purposes in the body

If the spirit is not

Connected to the soul

And you are not protecting

Yourself properly

You get too close to the

Light

Dark entities, forces, energies

May pass through you

Causing possession

I have witnessed a patient

On the ward who was

Lying on the ground clearly

Possessed

Shaking uncontrollably

No anti psychotic will

Heal that

In fact the opposite

The Exorcism of Emily Rose

It is explained in the film

They cannot be exorcised

Or healed

If drugged

Or on medication

There is a massive difference

Between schizophrenia

And schizoaffective disorder

And everyone’s mind

Is individual

So categorisation

Is not accurate enough

It’s like a mathematical

Equation

A certain combination

You have to treat the

Individual

Schizoaffective Disorder

Can often be a spiritual

Illness

I have noticed that

Symptoms of

Bipolar

And schizophrenia

It is not about the diagnosis

The flawed psychiatry

It is about what is going on

In their

Mind, body and spirit

We need to become more holistic

Think outside the box

To heal your patients

When medically, scientifically

Your understanding of the brain

Is so primitive

You need to think in

A different way and

Actually learn

From ancient wisdom

And other cultures

The answers are there

But I’m afraid

The west

Has gone so drastically

Wrong

With their arrogance

And lack of humility

Wipe the slate clean

Learn from the damage

You have caused

Of Prescribed Harm

Like PSSD

Permanent damage

No sexual feeling at all

Can you imagine?

Look these people up

I truly feel for them

Anti depressants

Which I have never taken

I have only taken

Anti psychotics

But recently

During my withdrawal

I have felt brain damaged

I can heal myself

But they have damaged

My gut

My second brain

My memory

My physical body

Causing a huge amount

Of weight gain

That is not healthy

This is far too long

But my scars have a story to tell

Pray well