Dear Friends. I feel more hopeful. One of the bullies that has previously attacked me has now been caught on cctv letting in a group of friends in after they have attacked me just before they enter the building. For the first time housing and police are seeing what it is that I have had to endure for so long and can now see the bullying network’s Perverting the course of justice.
I still face challenges, but I have more hope now of over coming such. I haven’t managed and have misused alchohol to try and ease immence grief, trauma and pain. However, I am finding great support from our local ‘We are with you’ and inspiration frm others. I now do not feel so alone. With Facebook friends, my Church friends and accessing the addiction support networks – I aim to embrace life and be committed to my independence and self care. As always, A big Thank You to everyone who has helped and supported me through these traumatic years.
Spectrum Art Award .
End of February 2022.
It is just that little this is a little bit of hope of something.
That my painting submitted to this award will journey forward.
Within Covid and the need for organisations to change deadlines – I am so pleased that my painting went forward.
By the end of February, I am guessing that I will know if I stand a chance of winning a ‘Spectrum Award.’
In so many ways, it does not matter. I painted a portrait of an incredible Reverend who (with others) gave me hope.
That I was diagnosed by Simon Baron Cohen’s team gives me Hope. That Autism was established, in terms of my life journey, gives me hope.
The portrait that I entered. The Painting entered was of Reverend Andrew Day.
I do not have the original paintings of Reverend Andrew Day or Reverend Chloe Jones. They were given as gifts to say ‘Thank You.’
Thank You to Our Church. Riverside United, Looe, Cornwall.
judging me, but showing LOVE.
Refuse to let ‘Hate Crime’ kill your spirit. Your bones and body can heal, but keep your faith and your spirit alive. You may wake up with night tremors and scream out because of the trauma. But do not let them win. They are bullies and some of them are on the quaint little tourist streets and some of them wear uniforms and get paid highly. MY body seems to have an incredible way of healing itself after vicious attack. I meditate constantly and ask higher power for healing. This weekend, I will be: cold sea swimming (with wetsuit – I’m not that brave) … I will be careful, my nose is still healing. Going to Riverside Church on Sunday Morning to hear what the lovely Biddy has to tell us. Walking, tidying my flat, yearning for tobacco as I ran out (but, know I can manage until Monday). I will be washing any dishes and putting them away. I will be drinking lots of water. And when I am out and about, I will be smiling. When it comes to bullies … that really irritates them. Sincerely, once again, wishing all friends Peace and Love.Image shows the 7 crafted wooden twig Chakras from Kilminorth Woods, Looe in Cornwall. Stain Glass Window, St Mary’s Church. Hand painted orange trees on my wall and my favourite image of Frida Kahlo. x
This is how I see ‘Lincoln of the woods’ 2022(fictional illustrated novel – in process)drawing copyright. Mr. Alyster Gynn.C’est ‘Lincoln des bois’ 2022(roman illustré de fiction – en cours)droit d’auteur sur le dessin. M. Alyster Gynn.
LOOE, CORNWALL. UK. To give the names of the people in Looe, Cornwall – those who attacked me, lied to the police, defamed me and hurt me so much after all these years, is quite a relief.I have been waiting on the judicial system for nearly fifteen years. The attacks in terms of ‘Hate Crime’ LGBTQIA , autism and mental health difficulty (depression)and domestic abuse (family)Now, when I think about it I wonder why it took so long, but I know why. I know the answer to that. The biggest is that I lost trust in Devon and Cornwall Police a long time ago.Here are the names of those who deliberatly went out to hurt me and, of course, with physical violence too.The injuries to my body have been severe and copious.If I don’t speak out now, someone else may suffer. The last attack on me was this Wednesday. I am at home now recovering.Looe, Cornwall – Hate CrimePaul Powell.St Mary’sAlfie Powell.Relative.David Bennets. St Mary’s. Lyandra Stone Linandra Stone. Admiral Boscarne, opposite St Mary’s.Elliot Stone.Karen Stopes, lying in court twice, Black Swan employee, Drinks in The Ship and Fishermans Arms. Admiral Boscarne opposite St Mary’s.Nigel Kemp, Loowenna Cafe. Opposite St Mary’s.Georgina Ramsey.St Mary’s and Loowenna Cafe.Alan March. St Mary’s. Daryn Hills Darryn Hills. St Mary’s.Rosie Murray. St Mary’sEric Murray.Margaret Pengelly Deanne****** Surname filed with his image. ****** Soames. lied to police. Statement applied for from adevon and Cornwall Police. Alan boscarne proprieterJamie Wright. Employee Admiral Boscarne opposite St Mary’s. Stephanie. Boscarne proprieter.Nathan, Boscarne employee.Lee Barman Fishermans Inn. All staff Fishermans inn. Scott Dowell. Mentioned in police reports with margaret pengelly and Johnathan Lang. Ginger hair red, fair hair, friend of Margaret Pengelly, consistant constant lier and homophobic threats attacks and threats of violence (Gynn has hundreds of records and photographic evidence)Attack from Salutation. By two Gay me against a trans and gay man myself.Attack from angling club. 5 men one including the Polish, and I’m sure, now British citizen with my blessing. Council worker ‘Carol’ my apologies at misspelling.I feel relief.When Police Fail, use Freedom of Speech. Mr. Alyster Gynn 07/01/22Also: All Devon and Cornwall police taped interviews are being sought after by myself and solicitors.Gynn is currently in communications with the Independent of Office of Police Conduct.Two previous attacks ate currently being in estigated.All attacks remain open investigation.four pepetrators live in the same bulilding. Livewest Social Housing and Gynn at Stage 2 Complainrs. The housing ombudsman is now involved.Gynn has photographic, reported and film evidence to show the group of friends continual Hate Crime. Gynn has collected such for ten years.
Lincoln of the Woods: Capítulo 1
Capítulo uno. Caballo. Y allí estaba él, de pie bajo la lluvia, pero sin sentir. Y allí estaba él, parado en el bosque, pero sin ver. Y allí estaba él, de pie junto a su caballo, pero sin oír. Lincoln. Lincoln de los bosques. El viento cayó como un elefante en una tirolina. Too Quiet se dijo Lincoln para sí mismo y no para sí mismo. 'Muy silencioso.' Y entonces comprendió que los vientos habían llamado a Snow. El silencio que estaba escuchando ahora era nieve
And there he was standing in the rain – but not feeling.
And there he was standing in the woods – but not seeing.
And there he was standing by his horse – but not hearing.
Lincoln of the Woods.
The wind dropped like an elephant on a zip wire.
Too Quiet said Lincoln to himself and not to himself.
And then he understood, the winds had beckoned Snow.
The silence he was hearing now, was snow
Lincoln de los bosques
ahora. 1 de noviembre de 2021 + Sin categoría Lincoln Of The Woods (Extracto) por Alyster Gynn Extracto de mi libro ilustrado (que no se publicará pronto), "Lincoln Of The Woods". “Con un golpe de su cuchillo contra el pedernal, enciende un fuego en la nieve. La leña es de color ámbar y brilla como la luna de arriba. Los animales se acercan y se sienten aliviados al sentir el suave y cálido aliento de Lincoln. Esperan su historia y la cadencia de sus tonterías soporíferas. Sopa de pan y calabaza. Lincoln lo esparce. Lo da. Lo calienta. Lo ofrece. Los viajeros perdidos y la mujer sin nombre lo toman, lo huelen y lo comen, e incluso el perro callejero sonríe a través de esos mordiscos sustanciosos y cariñosos. ... y su historia continúa Digamos que el corazón es tan grande como los océanos que vemos y los océanos que nunca hemos visto. Digamos también que la capacidad de amar es más que esas estrellas. Más de 3.657 autobuses de dos pisos. Más de 178,800 rollos de papel higiénico apilados, más largos que un trozo de cuerda y más grandes que Elvis y más grandes que Levis. Imaginemos que el Amor es eso. (Bosteza. Un búho ulula. El perro rasca una pulga). … E imaginemos que el Odio, en comparación, es del tamaño de una lenteja. Imaginemos eso. ( (El fuego en la nieve crepita, escupe, susurra, brilla y baila) Se imaginan. Es una noche estrellada. ¡Gracias a dios! reflexiona Búho - no hay tono burro rebuznando Kumbaya esta noche "