Straining Your Psyche Through the Veil

By Nigel James Wilson

In this compendium, you will find poems that are not too long, that will encourage you to read and enjoy poetry.
Delightfully entertaining, humorous short stories.
Quirky, innovative and thought-provoking observational prose.
And a set of five pieces of written work that the author – so far – has not been able to, or does not want to classify, for want of a superlative title.
Nigel says, “All of my works mentioned above are helping you to escape from the hell of the modern media world, which you are now, unfortunately, standing in up to and over your head.”
This, Mr. Wilson’s second book, Straining Your Psyche Through the Veil, like his first book, Stories for All the Children of All the Worlds, is yet another perfectly fitting key to the unlocking of the door of escapism.
“With my books, I’m pulling you up and away from out of the modern-day brainwashing swamp of the media.”
“Enter and close the door of escapism behind you by opening my book, and now that you have escaped, lock it, by reading and turning the pages!”
To paraphrase and quote Nigel again:
“The book that is now in your hands is your ticket fully out of here.
And so, it is worth more than every penny.
I hope that this for you is naturally and unnaturally clear,
And doubt that that goes for the many.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Oct 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781528921923

Nigel James Wilson

Nigel James Wilson was born in Sheffield – the City of Steel – on 20th of May, 1966. From a very young age, he was working in his and his father’s home and bicycle shop, building bikes and wheels by hand amongst a myriad of other jobs, six days a week. Later serving an apprenticeship in the shop’s cellar and workshop building hand-built bespoke steel cycle racing frames with the master frame builder himself, Nigel’s father, Mr J F Wilson. Better still, Nigel was brought home there after his birth in Jessop Hospital, to the shop house, and at the time of writing, 55 years later, he is still there, living, working and now writing in a lifestyle unique, in the 102nd year of his father’s anniversary and his shop’s 73rd anniversary, which this book happens to mark.   Also, at times when a very young boy, Nigel was entertaining the ladies in his mother’s hairdressing business, Olive’s Salon, that was upstairs in a couple of rooms of the terraced house-cum-bike-shop, just across the landing from his bedroom.

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About the Author

Nigel James Wilson was born in Sheffield – the City of Steel – on 20th of May, 1966. From a very young age, he was working in his and his father’s home and bicycle shop, building bikes and wheels by hand amongst a myriad of other jobs, six days a week. Later serving an apprenticeship in the shop’s cellar and workshop building hand-built bespoke steel cycle racing frames with the master frame builder himself, Nigel’s father, Mr J F Wilson.

Better still, Nigel was brought home there after his birth in Jessop Hospital, to the shop house, and at the time of writing, 55 years later, he is still there, living, working and now writing in a lifestyle unique, in the 102nd year of his father’s anniversary and his shop’s 73rd anniversary, which this book happens to mark.

Also, at times when a very young boy, Nigel was entertaining the ladies in his mother’s hairdressing business, Olive’s Salon, that was upstairs in a couple of rooms of the terraced house-cum-bike-shop, just across the landing from his bedroom.

Dedication

To Jim and Olive Wilson

Joanne and Alfie Myers Wilson,

My grandmas Elizabeth Wilson and Hilda Merrick.

And family friend, American blues singer and pianist: Champion Jack Dupree.

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Nigel James Wilson 2021

The right of Nigel James Wilson to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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ISBN 9781528921923 (ePub e-book)

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Acknowledgements

Love, respect and a big thank you to my partner, Jo – nurse at the Northern General Hospital in Sheffield – for looking after patients with Covid-19. And to all the other NHS staff around the country so precariously employed.

The same to J F Wilson Cycle Manufacturers that have and still are able to support us, by keeping people fit throughout this worldwide pandemic and, like the NHS, have looked after us for 73 years.

Also, to Olive’s hairdressing salon, a small business, now extinct, but not extinct in our memories nor our souls’ hearts. A business married together from upstairs with the previously mentioned cycle shop below. Both little family business in one terraced house that have supported and helped us, our community and our country for many, many years.

Along with all other key businesses, trades and workers from around the country, here is a big thank you.

To Sheffield’s Norfolk Comprehensive, Manor Lodge Junior and Infant School and Saint Aidan’s nursery. Thank you for my on-the-doorstep, atmospheric and memorable education. To the teachers who read the stories of Roald Dahl and Joan Aitken to us. And tried their best to teach us. Remembering for example our music teacher Mr Shaw saying to some of the lads whom were moaning that they were bored in his lesson:

People who complain of being bored usually do nothing to deserve it.

Regards to all the lads and lasses who knew me at the above schools.

An Extract from My Synopsis

A Book of Poems, Short Stories and Observational Prose. With five other pieces of written work that for the moment, I have marked as unclassified.

A collection of four bodies of work, which for myself, have naturally come into fruition over the last 19 years and are now presented here in my second book to take you away, and like my first book, Stories for All the Children of All the Worlds, to offer you some inner protection on your return, and thus some self-controlling outer protection (by simple thoughts, and so the good deeds to one’s self of avoidance) from humanity’s biggest growing threat; that of the long time and now well-established, biased brainwashing media.

Prologue

In my synopsis I mentioned the media’s threat to us all, when in fact it is a threat no longer. It is much worse. Instead, it is now a menacing and un-mincing fact of human life. Of seemingly self-imposed circumstances; in other words, they have made you to believe that you are not brainwashed. Yes, they have ingeniously manufactured you, via yourself.

The illusion of free will is theirs for you not to see but to be.

To believe that it is normal to sit and drive your life time through 24/7, 360-degree advertisements and news that has nothing to do with you and gives you nothing but a short term and unasked for distraction, and thus impregnated, the short, middle and long term asked for distractions of misery and paranoia.

Not to walk or cycle, oh no! Not unless you have one of their mobile phones along for company, plugged into your head, constantly intravenously feeding you with their life sapping spiel…not merely tracking your every move – there is no real need for that now, because you are only able to follow in their tracks that they have already placed you in beforehand – leading your life which has slowly but definitely become theirs. Forever.

Asked for? Yes. If you let them in, in the first place, you were asking for it. To be brainwashed. Hello, have you received the information? Yes, that’s right, to be brainwashed. Has it sunk in? I doubt it. At least not for the moment. Because if you have only read this far, the medias’ hold on you has not yet been released. Only time will tell if that miracle will happen. Every individual is different. We are all unique, just like everyone else!

Yes, you are media brainwashed, so much so that if I also said that your right hand and your left leg were not yours but mine you would laugh at me again in the same way that you are thinking now. Unconvinced. And yet the media, having already infiltrated your mind, are on their way to having the whole of you; that is if they have not already captured you, soul and all. In which unfortunate case you will have already put this book down. So, you see, so far, it is not too late, for the real you.

The media has become an important (Really? Think about it. Important surely only to them) part of you, not just a part of your life… Ultimately it wants the whole of you to be a part of it.

A media zombie, another puppet of the medias’ will. Which you, just like myself already are in varying degrees (For the moment?), but not it appears, in totality…because I’m writing this, as a relatively free spirit, by a chance of nature, with an extant human passion; in a spirit of good will to help myself and others, like yourself…and because you are reading this now and have not stopped reading. Yet.

The media once introduced has been allowed to be an accepted nuisance – if that! – even though its penultimate aim has always been the total control of your thoughts, and thus the complete detrimental control of your life. Its objective has reached out to new pinnacles in the last few decades, for its ultimate aim – that of invading our souls. And once that has been achieved, they will have more than an absolute Earthly control over us.

Whether you like it or not, that we: you and I and everyone else on this alien sphere – in varying proportions (so far) – are already Media led Morons. The good news is each of us are only on this planet – at the moment – for a relatively brief stretch of time and can avoid its clutches to some degree (if you are not too mediatized to realise) whilst alive and hopefully totally in death.

Although at some future point, our heirs will be a life form mixture