On the longest journey from Palestine to Egypt
Their bare feet need healing and cleaning
Their women are bleeding
As much as I try to hydrate you and nourish you
Their fathers carrying their weight
Exhaustion and malnutrition I cannot bear
Me telling them to stop, rest, sleep on the side of the street
When I hear them saying they can’t carry on
Tears pouring from my eyes and then trying to sing Mariah Carey’s Hero
And while some stupid greedy organisation is determined to make me mentally ill
Put all kinds of thoughts/images/lies in my mind
It is the work, the forces of darkness
I keep speaking between 3-4am
Not aware of the time
All hell breaking loose
I know it’s an idea but there is something in it
Devil’s hour
This greedy organisation doing anything
So I will take your poison
And you are ‘back in business’
With you $250,000 pay check
You’re thinking of your life and your wife
Could you even possibly imagine the damage
To the world if I cannot feel them and heal them
If you do not care for the patients, their side effects, permanent damage, a lifetime of suffering and early on-set deaths
Then I think it’s time we question who is really mentally ill
Why don’t you focus on keeping me well
People need me
Big Pharma we have never needed you
Don’t try and make a medication that prevents psychosis when it is essential, vital, and an important process
It’s just tragic mine have become so petrifying, traumatising to people and life threatening
But that has probably happened for a reason
If I agree to come in voluntarily and you don’t touch me or medicate me then maybe it wouldn’t be so distressing
If you could all try and keep me/us well rather than those of you who are trying to create lies and illness in our minds
The patients need fresh air and exercise, nature, they should be allowed to stay in the garden as long as they like
Optimum nutrition, kinesiology, healing, treatment, therapy, cuddles
Ever realised how long term that would save the NHS billions
Think of all the refugees of the world, the dehydrated, starving and those who need medicine, shelter
And realise I am a healer so if you poison me
I can’t help anyone or myself
Get out of pharmaceuticals, divest, trust me, you just have blood on your hands
The nurses are saints
What a pilgrimage
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