The Anniversary Journey part 1

You have to take out a mortgage for breakfast at Southampton Airport!

I took a photo of the Southampton Airport sign, but it was spoiled by boastful island pretending to be a holiday destination instead of an insular bubble full of egomaniacs.

We walked into the airport as we have every year on this day, To wait for the arrival. The lone and destroyed Jersey abuse victim. No one can arrive alone and having been destroyed and imprisoned and left homeless and destitute. No-one should have to do that. So hands reach out from the future to the past.

That's HG.

What we are doing is knitting the massive psychological wound. A wound that will never be properly mended but can, with time, become bearable. Although the onslaughts against HG by the Church and States of Jersey means that there may not be time, However, commemoration, memorial, outlet for grief, are all good reasons for the anniversary journey tradition to continue.

We have planes, shall we take one?

Lets go and see Uncles Phil and Ian and friends and have stern words with them about their very norty behaviour. I approve of norty as long as it is norty but nice, but they are real norty step material. Not Nice At All.

We slow down and glide, and I look
my island, clear and sharp against the blue sky
this is my home, this is all I have known
this is my island, and I have come home

the 5th Anniversary

Here we are again

At Southampton airport

And every year I come

and I collect you

as you walk out of arrivals

from Jersey

In your pyjamas

and destroyed

I know you died

those years ago

but I have no choice 

but to continue to collect you

until the church allow you to rest

in peace

until they remember Christ

and stop hating Him

Until they stop stoning you

and forgive you their own sins

Because until then

you have to stay alive

through the anguish in my mind

and their lies to the press and police and public

One day

They will let go

there will be an investigation

or a declaration that we are safe

One day the diocese will collapse

or the church will be disbanded

or there will be a real investigation

and then I will hear you sigh

I will take you back that day

and you will rest at St. Ouens Bay

The bay with the heart in the sand

and your heart will rest happy where it belongs

Corbiere and Casquettes beaming bright

over your heart forever

you will be a child again

running to your Father's arms with joy

and the horror of what they did to you

will be gone, forgiven, as God forgave you

And I will smile 

and make my journey home

I am waiting to lay you to rest

your life wasn't in vain because I was born

and I live, a light she hasn't extinguished with her efforts

and even I am likely to die as you did, at Jane Fisher's hands

The Church hates, but God loves

and He forgave me when I was Baptised Catholic

and the brand of the Great Grim Church was gone

and I became me, but the church in hatred attacked again

the woman they killed, and the one who lives

Because they would kill

rather than ever accept their own evil and dishonesty

And so we wait

as they continue to deny you or I

justice or a voice

with their money and influence and hatred for Jesus

The grave is open

and we wait

to lay to rest 

what was

Thank you for giving me life

and if I can, I will avenge you

for their evil

RIP HG1 JW 19/03/81 - 11/10/10

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bc9yPqHfOU0