Perfect Chaos

I want to encourage you to keep writing and speaking from your heart. Yes, our technocratic overlords are listening to and watching everything we do. But still, God is in control and of course, He values honesty.

I will try to be fully honest in this post, trusting that God will protect me and bless me for speaking the truth.

For the last few years in my accommodation I have faced many trials. I have shared about them on this blog so I won’t go into too much detail. I have reported instances of antisocial and dangerous behaviour to the landlord on very many occasions, but the response has always been that I haven’t provided enough ‘evidence’ for them to intervene. They ask for witnesses and video recordings of incidents. Well, forgive me for not having the ability to conjure up a witness inside my property, or for not being able to make a video recording of my neighbour standing in the hallway outside my flat and shouting insults at me. If you choose not to believe me, landlord, that’s your decision. But God sees and God knows.

Reporting incidents to the police has led nowhere as they simply deflect the issues back to the landlord. Even when I called 999 when I felt I was in immediate danger, no help was given. I have stopped reporting issues because both the landlord and the police aren’t interested in helping.

Sitting in my flat most days, I feel a heavy weight of oppression. I think it’s partly from the landlord, partly from the technocracy, partly from the police, and partly from the NHS. Turning off electonics helps, but not enough. I am still suffering every day.

All of this has driven me to the verge of homelessness. When reporting issues doesn’t lead to any kind of resolution, this leaves a person in a hopeless situation, simply having to suffer abuse, and no one should have to go through that. I have been feeling as though the wisest thing I can do is get away from the property and trust in God to take care of me.

I am planning to leave in the next few weeks. I may not be entitled to government benefits any longer if I take this step, but I have my work, which is my books, which offers the promise of some kind of income to allow me to buy food and drink. I suppose I will be sleeping on the street.

I have joy in my heart as I type this because I know that God is good and I fully trust in Him to take care of me. My joy comes from a belief in the justice of God – that for every second I am abused and oppressed, justice will be done.