This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Saturday, 11 February 2017


Good morning peeps,

I thought I had better blog before the image of Jersey fades. It was a strange dream, it seemed to have a message about St. Lawrence and St. Matthews churches in Jersey, but I don't know what the message was.

What I do know is, there isn't a memorial garden there, as there was in the dream, and I wouldn't dream of going to either church if I was in Jersey, I don't support black magic or abuse. Has a memorial garden or some sort of garden been put in at St. Lawrence while I can't be bothered to wander over? Who cares, I do know this was a prophecy dream about the black magic church St. Matthews and St. Lawrence.

I didn't like being in Jersey in my dream, I was supposed to settle there in my dream, but there is too much water under the bridge, stupid expression.

Jersey is in my heart, I will keep it there. But live there? No thanks. What I want is something done so that St. Clements can be resolved, but who can do that and how?

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