backtocrack-land

....Not long after I wrote this last piece, I was extremely ill. Eventually I was diagnosed with Hepatitis C, our landlord decided due to the economic down-turn forecaster in the marketing sector he decided to put the house that we were renting up for sale.

Back to drug-infested, social housing. the young girl that we had allowed to stay in our flat with her young daughter rent-free, decided she wanted to keep it and went to the housing authorities to say that she had been living there and wanted the flat for herself...which is against the tenancy agreement..
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Right through to a week before Christmas we were threatened with the possibility of becoming HOMRLESS. I was so ill at this stage and the stress didn�t help. I was so fatigued that most days Icouldn�t even get out of bed. I was also suffering from tremendous facial pain and blackouts and
trembling fits. The Hepatitis C virus was kicking through my system and I came close to Deaths door and again I choose to stay.

We finally won our fight with the authorities and got our flat back. By this time we were so relieved to have a home that all our sorrow and reservations about returning were washed away, that is until we walked back into it. The young girl had stolen everything in the flat, it was a shell. The blood was so bad on the walls, it took four days of constantly scrubbing to get it off the
walls.

It also cost us a small fortune to get a firm in to eradicate the smell of crack from all the carpets ect, but the worst thing for me was, she destroyed all my photographs which, at the time, were my only link to my past memories.
Due to both my physical injuries from the crash and the Hep. my memory was still terrible.

We held out in the hope and believe that sacred spirit would not desert us......

When my partners daughter was rushed to hospital , 8 months pregnant , extremely ill with hep.A, which she picked-up from the squalid environmental social-housing conditions that herself, her Husband and 5 children were living in.

For two long months we visited, prayed and prayed. (Sometimes it was so difficult to believe that the Experience on the "Other-Side" had actually happened.

I kept saying to my partner that God had promised a place similar to the mountain side that I had seen in my N.D.E. A place to to feed the wild birds and to work from. Maybe I was just stone mad and all my lifes experiences were too much and I had just cracked up and none of it was real.)......

A lot of new-born babies died.........CONTINUED..CLICK HERE