Monday - Magna Carta 15th June 1215.

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Aligning the inner and outer purpose.

Doing and being in one.

Out of unconscious ego thoughts and actions

Awakened doing and being

Consciousness

Acceptance, enthusiasm and enjoyment.

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This morning I left the Leeds Mind Housing Service, for which I had self referred myself in September last. It will be better if I accept Wetherby as my home on the earth. Home is a state of mind. The service in Leeds is too centralised - or is Wetherby not part of Leeds MDC.

There is no escaping my mind on many occasions, i.e. the trauma of Friday and Saturday when I discovered my mother was in denial about some events in her relationship with my father. But he's been dead so long now how is it I allow him to raise his head from the rivers he is distributed in: Swan, Wharfe and Yarra? But at least 75% of the time I can operate without unbalancing the pH neutrality.

Discharging myself means there is also one less reason to scuttle off to Leeds every couple of weeks. If only I move across the border into North Yorkshire (1974 has so much to answer for judging the boundary being drawn just to the north and east of Wetherby - not really in no-man's land. Simone I saw walking a dog the other morning said that things hadn't been the same since. Wetherby was never close to Leeds prior to 1974, but now has been forced to face south west and therefore have a lack of regional identity (I never asked if Wetherby was in the North Riding then?).

A visit to the library on Wetherby Road, Oakwood provided me with two French novels - Garnier and Simenon - to read thoroughly in the Camague - most of my life from adolescence was spent elbow deep in fantasy, sci-fi and other literatures. Recently I've moved into factual, scientific, spiritual and philosophical: I grew bored of authors who wrote the same novel over and over again, with as few character changes and subtle plot differences; especially Iain M Banks, Terry Pratchett, Raymond E Feist.

Once the journeys to Leeds Autism Diagnostic Service and Leeds ADHD have ceased - which ever decision they make about me - there must be a logical switch towards North Yorkshire as the sole respite in stormy weather. It's never truly so intense in either Harrogate, Knaresborough or York - I never deal with the irrational fear of crowds and noise in West Yorkshire.

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