Author: Tadzio

I put the writing page back up, adding a link to a brief explanation of why I often talk about good and evil as affirmation and negation. I think it was necessary to do this. 

I’ll share further explanations and thoughts on matters I believe are important in these difficult times, and I am also considering a page focused solely on climate change. Many websites and YouTube channels already exist, but I find they fail to give people a big picture understanding of the challenge we face. 

It would be great if visitors could share their own thoughts, and will restore the comment function, when I figure out how to put in place a decent spam filter. I had comments enabled a long while ago, but got sick and tired of deleting spam messages. 

Also, my skills when it comes to formatting texts, and other aspects of creating webpages, are what they are – not great. I apologise for the imperfections, and maybe over time I’ll figure out how to get things right.

Back in Australia, the Great Southern Land.

One month in Europe, with most of the time spent in the UK. Comments? I feel it’s mission accomplished, I decidedly reconnected with what a neurologist would call an alter, and expected to have a lot to say, but feel a strong inner resistance to doing so. To me, it is resolved, so I look towards what I can do with my remaining years. Questions remain, but they could be best left unanswered. I do have a double dissociative condition, and amnesia is a means by which nature protects you from destructive memories. 

A final chapter to write before that book of mine can be published, and then turn from myself and the past to the present as someone who is still here, that matters even if I often feel I don’t, and may as well make an early exit, and finally, telling myself I can do things. There is a lot of pain in this world, and climate change is getting beyond human control. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three weeks ago I arrived back in London where fifty-four years ago I was one of the Piccadilly Circus boys, The purpose of this return is that it is the subject of the final chapter of a book completed last year about my youthful experience of life on the street. Initially and contrary to what I was expecting, I felt a great joy stepping out of the Piccadilly Circus tube station, but in the following week that was followed by a serious crash. 

It’s left me numb and a bit shell shocked, and in that state of mind, it’s best to be still and avoid overthinking. So, cleared this space, and will go about rebuilding this blog next week when I’ll be back in Sydney.