.”Time is non linear”, is a quote we have stumbled upon, many times over the past four years.
To the essence that we have only counted the number of years, since we have last blogged, while writing the inaugural paragraph of this short in text blog, yet homogonous in photography.
Chapter Titus and his friends
We have reported the experience as it was unfolding, in a sequel of blogs. Which we have promoted on and off through social media and word of mouth, so the matter would not be forgotten to gather dust in the corridors of the attic of miscarriage of justice.
Since that was the end of the chase, or the chase could no longer be sustained, by the abusers.
Primarily, because we resisted the abuse, despite being out numbered to two, three after Titus.
We have blogged and highlighted the wrong doings and conveyed our message to many in authority, and within the third sector in general, and those entrusted with the wellbeing of people in similar situations.
Therefore, the wrong doers were very wary of being caught, so they halted the chase, bar limited isolated attempts.
We have put the pen down and spent the past four yesrs, reading and exercising, firstly as part of our career path.
It was also essential, as part of our wellbeing, self treatment , as seeking help from the sysyem or the nhs was not an option. There was also a leisure side to it.
We have also cleared our chukras, so energy flew smoothly through body and soul while reading, exercising and manifesting a fairer reality.
The entire thing was bogus and a lie, and no one would believe our struggles, until they get to know us for few months.
And even then the help would be emotional, rather than get out of their comfort zone and alert the relavent authorities to misscarriage of justice.
It was favourism, and only the application of the law seemed to matter in abstract of any sense of justice.
Trials were a test to the excellence of the lawyer, rather than the innocence or culpibility of the plaintiff.
It was an opportunity for the local magistrate to show his new garment or watch to fellow digniteries, rather than their might in construing the cases in an impartial manner in line with biblical or ethical codes.
After all, arguably the legal system is a product of athiesm, and by no meams subscribes to the notion that time is non linear.
Maybe, it distracts from any organised faith.
As material life seemed to be the only arena for settling scores, as far as legal affairs and their rammifications were concerned.
That is not to taint all by the same brush, as most the judiciary embrace fairness and are informed in jurispidance, and are keen to deliver justice in line with community enhancement.
We are referencing our particular dealings with shady and corrupt individuals, who aim to deceive and would deny the entire thing through means of discrediting others, rather than disproving wrong doings, which were done in day light.
Furthermore, in our case powerful connections were manipulated into interferring with the common course of daily justice, in which is a lower teir in terms of courts structure, as the case was handled locally at Highbury magistrate. I was even denied legal representation, despite having been unwell.
I have contracted covid twice while in confinment, not to mention the cocktail of mental health issues caused or enflamed, through the years of unspeakable torture.
They even seemed proud of torturing them, and would often boost about it, while off radars.
We, on the other hand have lost any sense of time, and have been building up on the schedule that led us to ascention.
In hope that it will also lead us to justice.
Another important aspect that made the four years pass by swiftly although we spent most of it working hard for hours, days, weeks, months and years.
We had good times in togetherness with the great Titus, who we found abandoned by a hospice shop, during our nostalgic stay in picturique Belvedare.
He made the journey more beautiful intellectual as well as cozy.
The new Eid begins.
Renewal of vows.
We had mishaps but never drank.
We embraced sobriety in the presence of a sun.
Yet to put a closure to the loss, and forever erase from our mind, the uglineas we had witnessed.
We survived it unshaken in faith, belief, and probably enhanced self worth in this dome to the equivalent of I am.
We have shield the candle resembling our love from passing winds and often hurricanes.
The wind is gone, the candle is dimly lit.
There is no more threat unless we blow it out.
We have no intentions to do so, while the age of inadvertant occurances has long passed us by.
I lend my hand to you, and together our love would reinflame the candle resembling our love.
It will outburn all sorrow and negative thougts.
And burn out all the nemisis , all of them in togetherness with their thoughts and evil deeds.
We then go back to our oak tree and whisper if tomorrow is judgment day we are ready and deeply in love.
Titus in Mungo's land 