Thursday, January 31, 2019

Sky sports disgrace & discrimination

@sky news TERRIBLE TV news coverage.



 ‘on sky sports’ ...... 

I feel discriminated against


Most of these knife and the violent attacks are driven my the persons emotions WITH NO THINKING present - their mind not coming into their behaviours.

There is a vast majority of young people who have not stabbed. 
There are so many on the fringe of this lifestyle. 

1 Being entertained by it all 

2 Being tempted to join in under the cover of numbers and the excitement of it all. 

It is all like an action movie or a 
violent computer game - and attractive. 

We can see there is a large number who are using knives 

in different locations in London and beyond. 
I work with, and have for many years, 
worked with young people on the edge, 
who are living in violence and anti social behaviour. 

I write and share stories about their lives and struggles. 
I feel with them in their situations. 
I work and yearn to understand them and want for them deeply. 
I, like you, think that knife crime is totally unacceptable - absolutely horrific - 
but that is not enough. 

What can be done? 
Short term the local communities and the police force and 
the course of law has to manage the crisis - but - 
what about the long term? 

I have two challenges in my life. 

1 How to burst a bubble. 
Firstly I am challenged by 
young humans, living in a bubble. 
Trapped in a cycle of 
a spliff habit, alcohol dependency, 
no reason to get out of bed, 
twittering on Facebook and 
trapped in the benefit system, 
and clinging to security with their peers. 
Life is not challenging or stretching. 
They have no responsibility for anyone or even themselves. 
It is a bad place for them to be. 
It is a bad place for the rest of us to be. 

My challenge is how can I get through to them. 
How can I help facilitate them in bursting their bubble? 

I can't burst their bubble, 
it needs to be an act of 
liberation by them themselves. 

I know so many young beautiful intelligent humans 
who are trapped in such circumstances. 
I am on a mission to be of some use. 

2 Burst a Bubble 2 
Young humans involved in serious crime. 
Drugs, knives, guns, violence, BMWs, prison. 
Here they are, and all their friends and opposition parties, 
in a cycle of socially and personally negative relationships. 
How can I facilitate them bursting their bubble? 
How can they burst out of their networks 
to form more positive human networks? 

Place these two ingredients together and an explosion will happen - sooner or later. 

We cannot leave families 
and young people to 
become and exist in these circumstances. 

I don't know what to offer in just a few words. 
But there is a massive need for social and emotional learning.
Most of these knife and the violent attacks are driven my the persons emotions WITH NO THINKING present - 
their mind not coming into their behaviours.

Their families are also very much in need too. 

It is no use saying 'lock them up' 
because we have no space for them 
and it only criminalises the more. 

These young lives need to to be able 
to self determine their lives 
They, like us, need a reason for living - to choose that 
because oppression does not change people - 
it is only themselves who can change. 
They are beautiful humans - like buds of flowers
ready to bloom & NOT be stabbed in their own streets.

Youth Work - my profession, 
is often titled ‘Informal Education’.
That means working among young people in any context. 
Any of their 'normal' environment.
That means making human contact & developing / building helping relationships with them.
The police can’t do that, 
and the teachers are doing their best
but they are not on the streets.

We need people workers on the street.
Skilled workers who need to 'busk it' in terms of relationships.

It isn’t easy.
It can’t be short term.
Harsh communities don’t often welcome outsiders.
Workers need to earn the right to be in helping relationships.

They can become like ourselves 
who would not wish to riot, loot, stab & 
have fun in extreme vandalism. 

It can be done. 
It must be done. 
we need to get humans on the ground 
to do this specialist work with them. 
Nurture, involve, new skills, 
new values, new spiritual inner life. 
I have experienced this in my life. 
Seeing those at the bottom 
become significant humans 
giving of their intelligence and personalities 
to become more than useful members of communities 
and in our society at large. 

Youth services have been hit deeply in recent years. 
Massive cuts. 
Employment is an escape from poverty 
and relational ghettos. 
Yet not available to those in extreme need. 

We need to do something about disaffected young humans. 
Otherwise they will take the risks of behaving like this 
because it breaks their boredom. 

We can see a persons behaviour
but we can’t see their upstream. 

Moving images for you - young photographers in action

I love the story of the 'Selfish Giant' and wonder if you can compare the story to Donald Trump?

Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.

It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. "How happy we are here!" they cried to each other.

One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.

"What are you doing here?" he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.

"My own garden is my own garden," said the Giant; "any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself." So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.


He was a very selfish Giant.

The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. "How happy we were there," they said to each other.

Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. "Spring has forgotten this garden," they cried, "so we will live here all the year round." The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. "This is a delightful spot," he said, "we must ask the Hail on a visit." So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.

"I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; "I hope there will be a change in the weather."

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. "He is too selfish," she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. "I believe the Spring has come at last," said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.

What did he see?

He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. "Climb up! little boy," said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too tiny.

And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. "How selfish I have been!" he said; "now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever." He was really very sorry for what he had done.

So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. "It is your garden now, little children," said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were going to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.

"But where is your little companion?" he said: "the boy I put into the tree." The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.

"We don't know," answered the children; "he has gone away."

"You must tell him to be sure and come here tomorrow," said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.

Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. "How I would like to see him!" he used to say.

Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. "I have many beautiful flowers," he said; "but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all."

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, "Who hath dared to wound thee?" For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.

"Who hath dared to wound thee?" cried the Giant; "tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him."

"Nay!" answered the child; "but these are the wounds of Love."

"Who art thou?" said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.

And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, "You let me play once in your garden, today you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise."

And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.


Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Blob Tree Books - full of many communication TOOLS

This is Stanley. He was at a training day yesterday & again about 10 years ago when this was taken.

It is my current header on my Facebook page 
by chance - 

I love the pic AND there he was active on the training day yesterday in West Brom, 
the Black Country, 
unknown to me. 

A great surprise. 
A great man still working with young people in a ymca housing project. 



Sunday, January 27, 2019

At the Holocaust Memorial in Berlin

Berlin - U2 and the treat they gave me .............

Search for Meaning..................... on this special day - A book that is still changing my life.

Man's Search for Meaning.

A prisoner can be reminiscent of what 

Viktor Frank writes in his book, 

'Man's Search for Meaning'
about his fellow prisoners in the Nazi concentration camp at Dachau. 

Some of these prisoners, who yearned so desperately for their freedom,
had been held captive so long that,
when they were eventually released, 
they walked out into the sunlight, 
blinked nervously and then 
silently walked back 
into the familiar darkness of the prisons 
to which they had been accustomed for such a long time.

"More than 90 percent 
of all the prisoners 
in our  prisons 
have been abused as children."
John Powell

Frankl's concentration camp experiences thus shaped both his therapeutic approach and philosophical outlook, 
as reflected in his seminal publications. 
He often said that even within the narrow boundaries 
of the concentration camps 
he found only two races of men to exist: 
decent and unprincipled ones. 

These were to be found in all classes, ethnicities, 
and groups. 
Following this line of thinking, 
he once recommended that the Statue of Liberty 
on the East coast of the US 
be complemented by a Statue of Responsibility 
on the West coast, 
and there were reportedly plans to construct such a statue.

Another important conclusion for Frankl was:
If a prisoner felt that he could no longer 
endure the realities of camp life, 
he found a way out in his mental life
– an invaluable opportunity to dwell in the spiritual domain,
the one that the SS were unable to destroy.

Spiritual life strengthened the prisoner,
helped him adapt,
and thereby improved his chances of survival.

This book by Frankl, 
I find, is one of the best books for a prisoner to read.
It is about survival and becoming.
It is about living a healthy mental and spiritual existence.
When the body is trapped.
We can live positively in our head.

On 25 September 1942, Frankl, his wife and his parents were deported to 
the Nazi Theresienstadt Ghetto. 
There Frankl worked as a general practitioner in a clinic. 
When his skills in psychiatry were noticed, 
he was assigned to the psychiatric care ward in block B IV, 
establishing a camp service of "psychohygiene" or mental health care. 
He organized a unit to help newcomers to the camp overcome shock and grief. 
Later he set up a suicide watch, assisted by Regina Jonas.[2][6] On 29 July 1943, 
Frankl .... offered a series of open lectures, including 
"Sleep and Sleep Disturbances", 
"Body and Soul", 
"Medical Care of the Soul",
"How to keep my nerves healthy?"

I have tested out his conclusion 
in some everyday circumstances.
Some stressful circumstances.
Thinking of the positives to come.
Not dwelling on the positives of the past.
Beyond Beyond Beyond - the now.


On 19 October 1944, Frankl and his wife Tilly 
were transported to the Auschwitz concentration camp, 
where he was processed. 
He was moved to Kaufering, 
a Nazi concentration camp 
affiliated with Dachau concentration camp, 
where he arrived on 25 October 1944. 
There he was to spend 5 months working as a 
In March 1945, 
he was offered to be moved to the so called rest-camp 
Türkheim, also affiliated with Dachau. 
He decided to go to Türkheim, 
where he worked as a doctor until 27 April 1945, 
when Frankl was liberated by the Americans.

"The salvation of man is through love and in love."

Viktor Frankl