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By John T Hope

ISBN: 978-1-78382-010-8
Published: 2013
Pages: 366
Key Themes: Mental Health, Bipolar, Manic Depression, Writing

Description

This book looks into the life of an ordinary man. Who happened to be born into believing in the Christian capitalist ideals! 15years after first being diagnosed with manic depression, financial stress from 2008 economic changes has caused a relapse to his mental health but now one is diagnose a philosopher with Bipolar or a personally disorder. Disillusioned by the monetary system, religious, Government propaganda and what seem like consonant so-called bad luck, coincidence or could it be chance other wise known as the Laws of Probability! One morning he decides to write when he’s not known for reading or writing. His writing is the start of a journey of learning, discovery and becomes aware of his-inner most spiritual being in a battle of the mind in order to survive.

About the Author

John T. Hope is originally from Manchester. He started his working life on a Government training scheme as a trainee chef. After a few years in the catering industry became a father at a young age before being trained as a carpenter. Only to face unemployment after training just to take up selling class ‘A’ drugs. The death of a friend in gang warfare causes the trigger of a mental health condition Manic Depression, revealing a sensitive side to one’s persona. Soon after recovering from ones condition a 3yrs 6 months prison sentences made one search for peace of mind upon one’s release. Now living in London only to find conmen, crooks and unemployment within ones profession when ones trying go straight. The stress of everyday life has caused one to have a relapse but now one’s called a philosopher with Bipolar added to a personally disorder. Since one can no longer work in our current environment, ones massage is about humanitarian values towards conscious awareness and society in general.

Book Extract

I can’t say I had a troubled childhood! The only trouble was with my neighbour Parnell. The first thing he said to me when I met him was, “The world’s going to end in the year 2000!”

At five years old I could just about count, made a fast calculation that was wrong.

My thoughts rang out in my mind! ‘Hey, I just got here; I’m too young to die!’ Parnell lived at 128! We went to the same school as one another. Royce county primary school built on the original site of Rolls Royce. Although we were friends, we were always fighting for one reason or another. Mainly by his will wanting and not sharing, we were separated as much as possible in school. He was seen as a bad influence on me and is now doing life. But my mother’s relationship with my father was a lot of trouble.

129 William Kent Crescent was where I lived with my mother and two younger sisters Sharon & Anne Marie being the younger of the two. The two-bedroom house was situated in the middle of the block crescent on the first floor. As you approached my home, walking along the veranda over looked large patches of green playing fields where we played football, cricket. Two paths led to a small park in the middle of the crescent for younger kids. Climbing frames, swings and the like’s two paths led out towards the main road with two fields either side of the path. Walking along the veranda to my home there was a balcony above the walkway, which only gave access to the person living within that house.

My father would usually come around at some late hour, climb to the balcony, which gave entrance to our home above. Smash the window as the family was asleep, then! Beat my mother up.

There have been many times from the age of seven I’ve had to fight my father in the defence of my family. Along with my grandad ‘Dad’ who lived with his wife Mrs. G. Walker! She took me, and my sisters to Sunday school, at St. John’s Church in Longsight every Sunday, until I was about eight yrs old I stopped going. My grandparents lived on the third floor of William Kent, where they could hear the fights as the chaos of screams, shouts and cries for help echoed around the crescent.

Police would rush in my home to enforce order, as my father would try to fight them off. I always understood my father was strong when I witness him punch through a wall, as he fought off the police. I later realized the difference between a brick and plasterboard when I tried the same myself as a kid. Kids only do what their parents show them and defend them-self by whatever means, like anybody else. As an intelligent society we shouldn’t have to be, in fear of ourselves!

What surprised me the most, after my father had been to jail and hospital! The council moved him into a flat, six doors away from my council home! My mum wouldn’t come out of the house for weeks and she had a 500yd court injunction on him. He lived less than 100yrds away. Fortunately it seemed like he had got better, he wasn’t much of a problem. My father would knock on the door from time to time with some food and say hello, which my mother wasn’t comfortable about it but what could she do.

My Grandad ‘dad’ always said, ”John, give your father a chance, he isn’t a well man. And remember, for all his might and strength, no man is greater than you, no man is lower than you, we are all equal. Now don’t forget John.”

With his words of wisdom, I always forgave my father for what he had done to my mum and family, I hope he can, forgive me. As I got older I became stronger, feeling no fear for my father, I defended my family.

This all occur when I was feeling adventurous and took the first of my many walks to Moss Side 146 Great Western St. to see my other grandparents on my father’s side, grandfather and grandma or Buster & Mrs. B. McCoy. We didn’t do much together, that was mainly because of the relationship my father had with my mother. But that did not stop me from knowing my wider family, which didn’t extend further than my first cousin’s on my father’s side.

Boney M ‘Brown girl in the ring’, Bay City Rollers, Burning Spear was the music that reminds me of my childhood. Champagne ‘How about us’ was the first track I asked my mother to buy for me! When times were good with my mother and father I can remember them having late night parties in my home, which my grandparents in Hulme didn’t like. With my father as deejay busting reggae, lovers rock the early 70’s tracks. It was hard for black people to find venues and wasn’t allowed to have house parties ‘disturbing the peace’ was the most commonly used wording.


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This product was added to our catalog on Thursday 19 September, 2013.