The Spirit of surviving together
by Andrew Roberts.
The spirit of Philip Morgan is not just about Philip, it is about all of
us. Spirit is for sharing. It is our spirit.
In words from the latest Asylum magazine: there are many "creative
identities in the spirit of Philip Morgan". As I speak, please think about
your identity and how valuable you are.
I am what used to be called a mental patient and is now called a survivor
or service user. I belong to the
Survivors History Group, which goes back
to the past to find out who we are, to appreciate the present, and to fly
forward.
I can only say that like that because of Philip who communicated
to me his philosophy and that of the
Tower Hamlets African and Caribbean Mental Health Organisation (THACMHO).
I
am also helped in saying it by others such as Sidney Millin and Sam Shakes
who will share with us the symbols of the spirit that they helped create.
When I first met Philip, on 30.10.2009, he gave me a copy of Power
Writers and the Struggle Against Slavery, in the front of which he
wrote: "To the Survivor History Group. From one group of survivors to
another as we are all family in more than one sense of the word".
Soon afterwards, Philip and other THACMHO members joined the Survivors
History Group and both groups have worked together since then.
By what they say, power writers change our perception of who we are. Their
power is the power of words.
Modern science suggests that the whole human family has developed
out of
Africa. The cause of
recovering African culture to which Philip
devoted
much of his energy is something in which we can all share.
Our spirit can expresses itself in many creative forms, story telling,
poetry, painting, taking photographs, smiling and embracing one another,
singing, dancing, grieving, comforting one another, sharing a meal, looking
after our families, exploring our histories, collecting memories, being a
disc jockey, performing a play, living and sharing.
In Power Writers, Philip wrote about "self-realisation giving people a
truer sense of identity and a greater purpose for living their lives"
Philip has been described by his friend Steve Laudat as a "motivational
speaker". He was a power presenter of the relevance of "London's Black
African History and Today". Survivors from all over England who saw and
heard him perform Ukawsaw Gronniosaw in the Pageant of Survivor History at
Kingsley Hall on
Friday 19.3.2010 will have some idea of the qualities that
earned him the name "Spirit".
In his "last words", Philip wrote:
"Cast not thy fate to the wind, nor anything else. For ye are not the
wind nor fate and neither are ye to be casted"
As Philip and his brother Rupert have also said, we are "a force
moving forward" - "a force boundless".
Spirit does not cease to blow when you do not see it.
Asylum is a quarterly mental health magazine for democratic discussion.
The March 2018 edition includes a review of
Ravaged Wonderful Earth, A Collection for David Kessel and an
article on "Creative Identities in the Spirit of Philip Morgan" which
discusses, amongst other things, the
THACMHO logo
above. The back
cover features a painting called Flaming Spirit by
Sam Shakes
The flame is the infinite spirit, our life source. It burns in the midst of
the blackness of depression. A wall of black, red and white bricks
encircles the depression, equally incarcerating and shielding: Imprisoning
the 'depression' and protecting me from the unsafe out-side world of
people, the environment and the status quo. The bricked wall is built on
fear. Its black bricks of depression are mixed with red bricks of anger
arising from being depressed and anger at other people's insensitivity, and
white bricks of suffering. Outside the wall a field of red denotes the
encompassing danger. But in the middle the flaming spirit burns and will
not be put out.
I would curse it - "Why am I made to keep going? It is punishment making me
stay." I tried many attempts to silence the flaming spirit. I tried with
drink, but I drank myself sober. with eats, but was never satisfied ...
with sleep, but became restless. I contemplated how I could kill it, how
many tablets would it take, how much brandy?
But the flaming spirit still shone - somewhere in the distance, somewhere
that felt far from me. In the dense darkness of depression, of
hopelessness, in misery and in despair, with thoughts of giving-up - of
suicide -, the flaming spirit refused to move-on. "Not yet" it continually
whispered, subtly, but with great strength. I listened to the flaming
spirit - I listened to the master and core of our existence and managed
clinical depression. (March 2008)
Last words of Philip L. Morgan 'Spirit' on his Facebook page
29.4.2017
If home is where the heart is, then perhaps in an ideal real wor(l)d home
ought to be all, any and every place where there is a heart.
Thy heart is within/out thyself and does not exist without thee.
Cast not thy fate to the wind, nor anything else. For ye are not the wind
nor fate and neither are ye to be casted.
Thy heart and thy home ye create as ye desire and will in the non-true non-
entirety of the wor(l)d.
Meaning ye are before, within/out and beyond the wor(l)d/s that may seem to
confine thee.
Contacts
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Andrew Roberts