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The curiosity of the lost child

what is authenticity?
said the child to the king
a little bit of this and that
he replied, you curious little thing

Oh I know that, the child said
my monkey told me so
but I was someone else then
and it was very long ago
I wasn’t very happy then
nor was I very sad
I thought I might be tainted though
sown from a seed quite mad…

I pondered that a long while
as I tarried on my way
A selfish self I was them
I heard some people say
Then one day I realised
I must let go of me
to find the self, we must loose the me
and spontaneously, just
be…

Posted in Current Affairs, poetry, the hethen project, The Unconventional Thesis of a woman from Glasgow

Old school boys

Here’s 2 all the old school boys…

how they like to make a noise.

Treating us like we’re all fools…

While they’re breaking all the rules.

Climbing the political co-corporate ladder,

they say the journey couldn’t be harder…

shaking hands and patting backs

drinking port and smoking fags

nice big cars to get them around

gosh they’re parents must be proud.

Ripping of the working classes…

While they’re sitting on there arses.

Putting down the common folk

 treating them like they’re a joke.

They are nothing but a bunch of crooks

Screwing accounts…& cooking the books.

History will tell the story…

 Of how they lied then falling from glory…

While the common man scrimped to make a pound

And died in distant field and ground…

While trying to lend a hand for peace

In a bid to make the tyranny cease…

How many have died?

HOW MANY MORE WILL?

And who exactly pays the bill…

While they proclaim its all gods will…

They lie and cheat but that’s ok

Cos every dog sure has its day…

BUT, when the truth is out and they face the blame,

Will they hang there heads in shame…

Posted in Current Affairs, the hethen project, The Unconventional Thesis of a woman from Glasgow

My perspective on asking that Assange be Pardoned by the Trump or any other USA president.

While I understand, and empathise with the desperation, and pain of the family of Jullian Assange, and how his suffering, and plight, affects his mother Christine Assange, and Father, John Shipton, his adult children, his partner Stella Morris, and their two enfant boys, and all his close friends and supporters, I cannot beleive that JulianAssange, in sound mind, would compromise his integrity, even after ten years of abuse, and torture of his human, & indeed, his civel rights, to ask the likes of Donald Trump for a pardon, it just does not compute in my mind.

Sure, I understand that his supporters, and family, have reached a point of desperation where all they want is Julian free, I want that too, but I just can’t imagine Juilan Assange would beg, any corrupt individual, or organisation for a pardon, for alleged crimes he didn’t commit.

I cannot imagine that Julian Assange, the hero, who exposed war crimes and held governments to account ,would willingly incriminate himself, and his organisation Wikileaks, by asking for “PARDON”.

A pardon request, infers guilt, that a crime was committed by the person who seeks it.

That ricrimination is in order. A pardon suggests an admitance of guilt, and goes against all that Julian has stood to expose for over a decade, and suffered, torture, abuse of rights, arbitory detention, and imprisonment for, to date.

I’VE SUPPORTED #Assange FROM THE BEGINING, and I find this whole “#pardon” rhetoric completely wrong and insulting, not just to #JulianAssange, but to the whole ethos that #WikiLeaks is meant to represent, and I think it beggars belief, that the idea or word “pardon” is even part of the equation, or that Julian Assange himself, in his right mind ,would go along with it.

That is not a slur to Julian, but it is a reflection of his suffering, and #abuse, and that #coercive pressure is at hand.

When you request “PARDON” you infer a crime was committed by Julian Assange. Julian Assange has not been shown to have committed or admitted any #crime of #espionage or #treason, which the #USA is charging him with, and which sets the president of the #extradition request.

Why then, and for what is a pardon necessary?.

 #Journalism is not crime.

Are you asking that he be pardoned for #publishing evidence of #warcrimes as a journalist?

If so, then shame on you, you are no longer standing with Julian, you are standing with those who seek to #incriminate him and #Journalism by inferring what #WikiLeaks, Julian, and those who published with him, and #exposed, war crimes were wrong or #illegal, and no, it was not.

What was exposed was criminality of the worst kind, war crimes, by those at the top of government, and someone has to hold the #government to account.

It has always been my understanding that was the job of men and woman of #conscience, those  of the #freepress, decent, good, journalist with #integrity who protect their sources, and act as the messengers of truth. 

#ChelseaManning was pardoned by the #Obama administration for the theft of the documents passed to Wikileaks, she is now at #liberty to live her life as she chooses.

Julian Assange published the information via his WikiLeaks org & with other MSM media outlets, if Julian is to be charged, then so must every other editor involved in publishing these documents that Julian shared via WikiLeaks, and what does that say about the USA as the home of the free, and its constitution?

If the incoming #Biden government truly serves the people, truth and freedom, if it truly supports the rights of #humanity as a whole in the interest of #equality and #democracy then it MUST end the pursuit of Julian Assange for #exposing warcrimes, and begin to make amends for the crimes of past #USgovernment administration, and the war crimes they have been involved in,

WarCrime exposed by the journalism of Julian Assange via his wikileaks orginisation and their associates in the free press.

Warcrimes that have contributed to civilian #deaths, #destruction, #displacement, and #poverty, around the world, and caused the deaths #injury and #harm, to the #mentalhealth and well being of thousand civilians and #USmilitary personel, and indeed, the military personel and familes of their allies, servicemen, and woman, and by association, harm to their families, as well as damaging the reputation of The United States of America as a civalized trustworthy nation around the world.

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Isolation

This is a writing therapy exercise prompted by a task previously set at a writing group I used to attend to write a 20 minute monologue suitable for radio.

I decided to video it during isolation after seeing some of the shorts scripts posted on line by The Scottish National Theatre Company and shared it with friends on my facebook page.

I’ve decided it to share it here now following encouragement by a friend on social media. I guess because whats the point of keeping my projectpage going if I don’t post on it anymore.

So aye, hope you enjoy.

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Ode to the daft punk & disapointment

She didn’t morn them
those daft punks of her youth
or the pseudo anarchist wide boy
who basked in the limlight
buttered up, by the sceaming dispondents
of the great punk rock swindle
lubericating his pee shooter, pistol style
in old school Brill cream, left over by Bullington boys
filled with envy, of their shiney shoes, & licking their rings
for a few minutes of prime-time screen time, chat
as he grasped for glory.
A has been, who never believed in anything, including himself
A bravado, of Brit pop, suckled, on the loadsa lolly dollar
for which he grappled.

Trumped up puppet of the machine
with little more than a fake smile, faded and debunked in exsile
She didn’t morn them, those daft punk$ of her youth,
& she ignored him, disillusioned by the man he was
a vicous batrayal, & disapointment to the cause
and the movement of her youth.

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Mental Health Awareness Week

Yesterday my eldest son asked me if I was having an episode, and I replied flippantly/ sarcastically,

“Not every period of deep thoughts and sentiment is an episode, sometimes it is just a period of deep reflection, a connecting the conscious and subconscious, to the bigger picture, so, no I wouldn’t say I was, having an episode is something very different to how I am at the moment”.

I wasn’t lying, although I realize now I wasn’t telling the truth either, I was in that place of self-denial where ego and arrogance blur the reality of mania, and I forget what being manic is. I was semi-aware I had been triggered having spent the night before without sleep, overthinking, unable to stop thoughts racing. Memories, good and bad, flooding my mind in a tsunami of sentiments. My whole body aching and drained of energy. I had only just gone to bed and fell asleep with the help of two pain killers before he called. I just hadn’t recognized what had triggered me, which in fairness to myself is unusual these days, as I normally do and as a result, can take the appropriate steps that I know will help me maintain balance and not fall towards the dark place.

During our conversation, I had made some out there comments about geometry, for what must have seemed to him no apparent reason, although in my mind at the time it made perfect sense to me because I know the sentiments and thoughts that had triggered the questions, but I couldn’t explain them in a way that might have made sense on a different day in better context, and even if I could have he didn’t have time for that, I’m not sure he ever would have time for that kind of conversation with me, I know my mental health makes him uncomfortable, I know he finds it hard to have deep and meaningful conversations about stuff with me, and I understand that I get it I really do, but it doesn’t make the difficulties in communication any easier, though I desperately wish it did.

I am aware that I can be quite arrogant and even egotistical about how well I believe I manage my mental health without anti-depressants,  anti-psychotic, or other prescribed meds used to treat mental health conditions. I am aware that sometimes I think I understand and know more about my condition than I probably do, as a result of my studies, life, and work experiences, and I have no doubt that when I am in that blurred place of self-denial, between manic high and clinging to the tightrope above the abyss of dark depression, psychosis & all else within that place, my arrogance and ego are amplified tenfold in mania, the high of self believe and invincibility, the false sense of restored confidence and ability.

Following the conversation, I spent the rest of the day with random intervals of uncontrollable tears prompted by various random thoughts still unfocused and unable to eat for the third day in a row, tired and drained to the marrow of energy and feeling anxious and guilty that I had worried or upset my son during this period of lockdown when he has enough to worry about without me adding burden.

Eventually, I decided to go on Facebook if only to divert my thoughts,  read some positive posts & listen to some tunes to help me relax, and to my surprise, it helped more than I expected and I went to bed but was again unable to sleep, my body filled with shivers and shaking, my feet freezing though my body was sweating and still aching, though the mania I suggest beginning to subside, I felt calmer and focused so got up to have a hot drink and a couple of painkillers to ease the aching muscles to hopefully help me sleep, and write something about a movie I had watched on Sunday night, that had prompted an idea for a writing piece I was pondering. Writing for me is a therapeutic exercise, it helps me focus, and more often than not prevents me from falling into the abyss of darkness and despair.

As the kettle boiled for my drink I think I worked out what the trigger was, though  I suspect that this period of lockdown and a build-up of thoughts and related worries over last few days, or probably if I’m completely honest to myself and you, the past couple of weeks subconsciously, also contributed but I was perhaps suppressing them, as even as I write this I feel myself recognizing the signs I was slipping were there in my physical sense of well being, which won’t have helped either.

If it was an episode it was briefer than most, and that I am able to write this with a sense of calm and focus then I suggest at very least the worst has past and I have managed it I hope reasonably well, and without falling to the dark place and that for me is a good result.

And if you are wondering what I think the trigger was, it was the movie I watched on Sunday night that I was going to write about when I started writing this instead, Educating Reta, but that explanation and analysis will have to wait till another day, as now finally I feel I just might be able to go to bed and successfully fall to sleep.

 

 

 

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hashtag #GetTalkingPoetryChallange

I don’t do the new years’ resolution thing at Hogmany, it always seems to be a little untimely for big life-changing promises of good intentions, generally fueled by new year celebrations & alcohol-infused euphoria.
That said, and quirky as it may seem, I do have a tendency to make affirmations of intentions for my forthcoming year around the Chinese new year. Spring festival feels, at least to me, to be more in tune with the beginning of the natural year in the northern hemisphere where I live, or maybe it is just how my own biorhythms and energies begin to attune to the promise of spring and natures rebirth.

Anyway, this year my primary affirmation was to push my personal barriers & challenge my social anxiety to try and rebuild my confidence and try to get out and mix with other humans.
The first step was to go back to a writing group I’ve attended on and off over many years, I am comfortable there, familiar with the environment and the tutor is a trusted friend.
I was enjoying being back at writing group, and with a little encouragement decided to send some poems off to the Scottish Mental Health Arts Festival 2020 Ayrshire Poetry Competition, and was looking forward to attending other SMHAF events with my friend in May, as step two in challenging my social anxiety.
Then as the great bard said, ” The best-laid schemes o’Mice an’ Men gang aft agley,”

Along came COVID-19, lockdown, and social distancing. Life as we knew it canceled indefinitely.

Like most people, I’ve now worked my way through most spring deep cleaning tasks.
Unarguably my mental health has yoyo’d since lockdown began, I suggest most peoples have by now, It’s ok to not be okay.
It’s a myth that having social anxiety and being used to isolation makes it easier.

Yesterday I found myself on the precipice of mind- bland, which for me is never good, as mind-bland teeters on the edge of the abyss to madness.
I shared my mindset on twitter.

Later, I got a wee motivational reply from my writing group tutor, and later still, a lightbulb moment, as I stared out the window across the waters of the Clyde when my mindset shifted from bland to plan.

Sure it’s disappointing that the SMHAF 2020, and all festivals and social gatherings are canceled, but that doesn’t have to mean we can’t still enjoy poetry, raise awareness of mental health issues, ( now more than ever our mental health is important as we all face these difficult social changes affecting life as we know it). As Ant and Dec keep telling us on the telly, it is important & good for our mental health to talk.
So, my lightbulb moment idea that took me from mindset bland to plan?! ….

Inspired by the SMHAF poetry competition theme “perspectives ” is, a get talking mental health poetry challenge.

TO GET INVOLVED ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS;

1. write a poem. (The theme is ” Perspectives” & how that relates to Mental Health, interpret as you wish)
2. Upload a recording of yourself reading/reciting/preforming poem
3. tag 5 people you invite to challenge
4. post & share with hashtag #GetTalkingPoetryChallange

To start the challenge I’ve re-edited and tweaked my canceled entry to the SMHAF Ayrshire poetry comp, which was inspired by the Get Britain Talking campaign, and my 5 nominations go to,

  1. David Mclaughlan  @davidwordworker
  2. Ruth Anderson  @RRudiB1
  3. Kate Lindsay @KatieL251
  4. Tracy Harvey @Tracyanneharvey
  5.  Mkuu Amani @tocarbne

I hope they will rise to the challenge and get involved.

Poetry has long been a great influencer of social change, RAISING AWARENESS AND HELPING break down the barriers to understanding and tackling social issues and taboos that stigmatize and prevent good mental health.

SO, let’s GET POETIC! and #GetTalkingPoetryChallenge.

https://youtu.be/4rXsV0Ap0CQ

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FACING DEMONS

https://youtu.be/Y_42aHAb85U

I faced the demon, a deja vu flash

two decades back…

Two weeks of anxiety, waves

new moon phase,

two days of random vomiting.

Today comes the hour,

see the minute dawning, seize it!

Anxiety grasping my heart

a warning…

The tide has turned,

my name is called…

a whisper escapes

“Oh fuck!”

the demon tightens its grip,

Sharp intake of breath

I move to center stage,

spotlight glares

inside my head the demon sneers,

anxiety rears

I look at the microphone,

I look at the page

I speak, “Open me carefully…”

The demon, retreats,

Anxiety subsides, goal achieved.

Tidelines 19.1.18, the tide has turned.

I smile, steering from the harbor

towards new horizons…

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open me carefully

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DG9A3OxlNL4

Sitting at his desk, he stared at her blindly
hardback, she stared, tempting…
Open me carefully, read me, if you dare
but beware, of the secrets lurking there
in the corners of the pages of my cranium maze,
in a hazy array, of faraway days, and torrid affairs
and I just don’t care’s, of the happened before’s…
Come scroll the pages, bound in my mind
let’s see what you find, as the story unfolds
the stark truth, so bold
The good and the bad, the exciting the sad,
the quite, completely, mad…
Read, the absurd little story of me.
My moments of insight, my fears and my fantasies,
as we swim through the ocean of insanity,
that roars thru my veins, as volcanic emotions rain
we shall rage thru the rapids that send a tingle down my spine
trust me when I tell you the sensation is divine…
as we drown in my sorrow then rise joyously
at the bridge to my heart, where love and sorrow embrace
in my light and my dark.
you can dance with the demons of my frontal lobe
then pirouette thru my mind’s eye, to my unconscious, untold’s.
Drift thru the oasis of my dreams, and nightmares
to dance with the angels, who hold my souls’ prayers.
Dive into my consciousness, and smell my unleashed joy
then taste the fruits of passions in words, my thoughts deploy.
I’ll take you past the closet with the closed, locked, door
where pains and hurts, and other, awesome, memories are stored.
we shall go on an adventure through my soul laid stark and bare
You may linger in my memory bank and see whats hidden there
You may find some old scandals behind some forsaken prayers.
You can pause a while and look out thru the windows of my soul
and you can see what I see as the story is told…
so open me, at your leisure,
and read me, with care
and perhaps I’ll become a friend, to have and hold and share
who you can turn to anytime to find comfort for all cares.

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IMAGINE WAR

Imagine lying in your bed
the sound of warplanes overhead
You go to the window & all you see
is rubble and carnage where homes & schools used to be.
The local hospital raised to the ground
the shops and your work place can’t be found.
No where to work no where to play
everything bombed, life in disarray
No clean water to cook or wash
no gas or electric, for the hob
no heat or light,children terrified,
wondering will they die if they sleep at night
Imagine war was all around you
living with oppression, what would you do?
would you pick up stones and try to fight back
knowing the odds against you were politically stacked
would you pray for safety, would you try to flee
Imagine the dilemma of being a refugee
ordinary people just like you and me

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5.55am july 15th 2014 … dedicated to the children of Palestine

As i lay me down to sleep
i heard a million voices weep…
and on the inside of my eyes
i saw bombs raining from the sky…

piles of rubble on the ground
fear & panic all around
i saw a child with tear stained face
a look of terror on her face…

my body shook
i couldn’t breath
i felt a chill wash over me
the noise resounded in my ears
of screams & panic
bombs & tears
sirens resounding everywhere
the smell of smoke filled the air

& then i wept, full of despair
at all the evil happening there
pray tell what has mankind become
when he kills the innocent young

for power & profit
land & oil
the souls of children the warlords spoil.

The Hethen Project

The Hethen Project is an art project developed following the most difficult period in my life to date which occurred between 2007 & 2012, & till the present day…

I think its fair to suggest that 2007 was the beginning of the gestation period,
the long pregnancy of stress, anxiety & depression of a brewing meltdown of mind, body & spirit which finally hit the proverbial on and around the 7th February 2009, & from that moment The Hethen Project was born.

The seed or idea which the project developed from was a self-help therapy & health management program/project to get me through the meltdown of that time, & grew from a project idea I had as part of my degree modules while studying Health & social welfare & social policy at Wolverhampton University for my foundation degree &then BA( which circumstance dictated I was unable to complete).

Ironically, had it not been for the beaurocratic errors made by local authorities at that time I would not have been faced with the circumstances that led to the meltdown, but all things happen for a reason & therefore I have no regrets in that regard.

THE HETHEN PROJECT charts social, legal & health issues that led to, were, & indeed still are, kinda ongoing .

Gallary menu reflects a selection of collections of paintings, sketches, drawings, photography & sculptured wood pieces that became my fundamental medication in my recovery journey from that time.

Poetry menu will take you to a selection o poetry & recitals with images from the art project.
The poetry was written before, during & since, and is an ongoing project.

Some of the poems are also incorporated into the text of HETHEN the creative writing project, inspired by a stranger, I met on the internet the key to my survival & recovery My Key, at that time, had it not been for their support I may not have made it through some of the harder moments.

My Key was my key to opening the door to me, my art & the strength within to get me through that very difficult period, & indeed it is their inspiration that helped me begin to find the me I’m trying to be today, even going on the meltdown days.

 

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WOMAN

colors are the companion’s of her moods.
confused and fused together…
blended in shades of perpetual psychedelia.
she scorn’s the iridescent stains
on the pallet of her mind.
flame’s burn and scorch her thought’s
binding them to countless, nameless shame’s
unrepentant.

Beneath a frozen moon she drink’s the mist of liquid twilight
and melts into the lava of the undignified self,
taunted by unknown tomorrow’s.
sunset smears the horizon as she bathes
in the soft caress of fragrant rain…
she is the breath of mother earth,
the capricious daughter of Van Gogh,
the muted prophecies of Gibran,
the whore of Babylon.
she is birth, death, love, hate, joy, sorrow.
a subtle portrait crowned with wisdom.
she caresses her pain in eloquent solitude,
She is Woman.

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Lockdown Random

A time of reflection, for me, for many…
scattered with thoughts and memories
Triggers, and keywords to some time, somewhere, before
some good, some bad, some beguiling…
Dot to dots, piercing a dark silhouette at random
mirroring the shooter, hand-stretched, eyes shut,
ears plugged to the wire… screaming
“It’s not me, your not me, I’m not you…”
Scorched by the bullets of time passing…
I did not burn out, I survived’
Reborn like the Pheonix, to rise up and soar once more.

 

solidarity for Assange…

On seeing a meme post on Solidarity Scot’s Facebook timeline today, quoting the great, John MaClean, that said,

I wish no harm to any human being, but I, as one man, am going to exercise my freedom of speech. No human being on the face of this earth, no government, is going to take from me my right to speak, my right to protest against wrong, my right to do everything that is for the benefit of mankind, I am not here then as the accused, I am here as the accuser of capitalism dripping with blood from head to foot”.

my immediate next thought was of Julian Assange, Australian journalist presently entering his 9th year of arbitrary detention in political asylum in the Ecuadorian Embassy, Hans Crescent London. Where he sought political asylum in 2012, when it became clear that his life was at risk of jeopardy having been threatened by several powerful & affluent American politicians and media commentators, for publishing documents exposing war crimes & corruption by world leaders, corporate criminals & politicians from around the world, including the USA & UK.  (1)

I have absolutely no doubt John MaClean would have stood in Solidarity with those who travel from around the world to join the ongoing vigils outside the Ecuadorian Embassy in support of Julian Assange & Wikileaks.org.

Assange’s fight, & plight has come to represent a symbolic last stand for Human Rights, freedom of speech & expression & the free press.

Julian Assange, as the founder of Wikileaks, from the beginning of his Wikileaks journey, sought as an investigative journalist to hold governments and corporate criminals accountable to the public who they are meant to represent.

Wikileaks.org, boast a 100% accuracy in the files and documents it publishes, and many of these files have been used in courts of law around the world to bring criminals to book and serve justice. (2)

Since Mr Assange first found himself the subject of allegations of impropriety in Sweden, allegations which he was never charged with, that were reported & shown to be subject of much inconsistency & uncorroborated evidence, which were dropped by complainants & the case closed by Swedish prosecutors Marrianne NY in 2017. (3) (4)

However, it should be noted that from the beginning of his ordeal Julian Assange has made ever attempt to cooperate with authorities both in Sweden and the UK, as the timeline of his ordeal reflects.

Julian surrendered himself to Swedish authorities for questioning before leaving Sweden and was granted permission to leave, and given the belief, the case against him was closed, before Marianne NY, reopened the case and began her pursuit, and what some might suggest, a vendetta against Mr Assange.
Assange also surrendered himself to Uk police when it became known to him that the allegations against him in Sweden had been reopened and he was sought for questioning. (5)

Indeed, during that period in 2010, Julian Assange was subjected to a period of imprisonment in London, despite no charges ever having been made against him.
In addition on his release from prison he agreed to house arrest and being tagged, and while Swedish & UK officials conspired to delay justice, which recent FOI documents released to Italian investigative journalist Stefani Maurizi reflect,

“The then Crown Prosecution lawyer, Paul Close, wrote to his counterparts Ola Lofgren and Marianne Ny in Sweden in 2011 repeating his earlier advice that “in my view, it would not be prudent for the Swedish authorities to try to interview the defendant in the UK”. (6)

Even after seeking political asylum in the Ecuadorian Embassy, Julian Assange and his legal team were doing everything within their power to resolve the issues to question him in relation to the allegations against him, and indeed to secure his safe passage onward to Equador or somewhere he would be safe from extradition to the United States where he believed his life would be at risk, and he may face espionage allegations and the death penalty. These fears of extradition which the US denied, but which have now been shown to be justified and true. (7) (8)
Reflecting further, that throughout his ordeal, it is not Mr Assange who has sought to mislead the public, quite the opposite, while he has told the truth, it is those who seek to silence and harm him who have offered falsehoods and blatant lies, to divert and delay the course of justice, while adding stress and harm to Julian’s health conditions affected by the conditions of his arbitrary detention, & political asylum. (9)

In recent days Julian Assange’s plight has been back in the headlines as he ends his eighth year of arbitrary detention, with a visit on 21st December, from his father John Shipton & German MP’s, Sevim Dagdelen and Heike Hansel. (10)

Interviewed outside the Ecuadorian Embassy, Mr Shipton expressed his concerns about his sons declining health, resulting from six years without access to natural sunlight, fresh air & exercise.
Mr Shipton said it was time his son’s torment ended. (11)

I agree with Julian’s father.

Torment and abuse of Julian Assange’s human rights that have now, somewhat ironically, become part of the political asylum conditions, since the governance of Equador, no longer under the precedence of Rafael Correra, but governed by the dictate of its new precedent Lenin Moreno, who has succumbed to the pressures & bribes of America and the IMF.

Since March 28th 2018, Moreno has made radical changes to the terms of Julian Assange’s asylum conditions issuing strict rules that in practice violate not only Julian’s human rights but the human rights of lawyers and other people wishing to visit Julian. All visitors, including lawyers, have to surrender their phones and devices and adhere to strict communication protocols that breach normal standards.

The Embassy has also cut off his access to the internet, restricted his visiting hours and introduced charges for various things including phone calls. These new rules have further isolated Mr Assange who is now said to be 80% isolated for humane interactions and contact (12)

On the 21st December, the United Nations working group on arbitrary detention,  OHCHC/ WGAD, experts reiterated that UK government should honour rights obligations and let Mr Julian Assange leave Ecuador embassy in London freely.

They stated,

“States that are based upon and promote the rule of law do not like to be confronted with their own violations of the law, that is understandable. But when they honestly admit these violations, they do honour the very spirit of the rule of law, earn enhanced respect for doing so, and set worldwide commendable examples,”

So, all these facts considered, I go back to the quote that prompted these thoughts about the plight of Julian Assange, the quote by the great John MaClarn, I saw posted on Solidarity Scots facebook timeline, and I stand with Assange as I have done for the past nine years in defence of human rights.

I feel great shame that no Scottish or UK MP’s were signatories of a letter signed by over 30 European parliamentarians, to the UN Secretary-General, demanding UK government abide by the findings of the OHCHC/ WGAD.

And I ask my comrades to stand with me against the Westminster Tyrants and their corporate cronies, and co-conspirators who have conspired to silence Julian Assange and abused, not only his human rights, but his rights of political asylum, in respect of the Geneva Convention 1951 , and

I ask my comrades  at SOLIDARITY SCOTLAND, to join me on my next trip to London to stand in SOLIDARITY with Julian Assange, & with those brave accusers who stand with Julian at ongoing vigils, at 3 HANS CRESENT, LONDON, to protect Julian Assange, his rights to speak, to express and the rights of the free press to share, as a humanitarian and a journalist ,evidence of those who stand accused of abuse , these capitalist tyrants,  as I know the great John MaClean would have stood with me in protest for the rights of JULIAN ASSANGE and others like him, who speak to oppose and expose the kind of abuses Julian Assange has suffered these past 9 years.
referances
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuQW0US2sJw&t=8s 

2. https://wikileaks.org/

3. https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/julian-assange-timeline-wikileaks-founder-five-years-ecuador-embassy-sweden-sexual-assault-a7745291.html
4. https://www.thelocal.se/20170519/breaking-sweden-lifts-arrest-warrant-against-julian-assange-and-ends-investigation
5. https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/wikileaks/8187575/Julian-Assange-WikiLeaks-chief-held-in-British-prison-on-rape-charge.html
6. https://www.computerweekly.com/news/252452830/Police-challenged-over-refusal-to-disclose-files-on-WikiLeaks-staff 
7. https://justice4assange.com/extraditing-assange.html
8. https://consortiumnews.com/tag/stefania-maurizi/
9. https://www.cnbc.com/2018/11/16/doj-mistakenly-reveals-indictment-against-wikileaks-julian-assange.html
10. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2z607m-zX4
11. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBV3u5CiUsg
12. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/03/28/world/europe/julian-assange-internet-ecuador.html
13. https://www.ohchr.org/EN/NewsEvents/Pages/DisplayNews.aspx?NewsID=24042