Daniel Kemp

Fear is the instinct to survive. Animals sense danger and run from it, or turn to face it if so required, we, I suggest, wallow in the perpetuation of it.

From an early age we learn that somethings are dangerous, we know this through experience or through the advice of others. As we mature, however, we lose this ability to rationalize and we make the same mistakes as have gone before.

Constantly we are told; ’Get a good education other wise you will never get a good job.’ We install fear early on.

Hide yourself away in conformity, never raise an opinion in case that is frowned upon and you are perceived to be different. That can make you anxious or worse, alienated.

Don’t compete, as failure may bring ridicule, and that will distress and harm you.

We read History and see how fear of the unknown brought conflict and wars. We see how the inability to understand or even listen to another viewpoint, frightened us into killing those who were not the same as us. Greed was another excuse. The fear that some one else had more of what you wanted was sufficient enough for some.

Do we learn for this, or do we still oppose those who think differently?The world in which we all live is a shared place not exclusively one idealism or another, no side is right and the other is wrong.

Fear is what keeps us apart.

In a darkened room you need a light to be switched on to erase the fear of the voice in the other corner.

Hasn’t that light been switched on you may ask, are not people the world over beginning to question authority and raising their voices against tyranny and dictators, is Fear not at an end?

Look around you, fear of terrorism is not the only tool in the bag, fear of uncertainty is equally as powerful.

“Look at the market index’s, they are our Holy grail. Look at the job market, the price of this, the price of that, the world is in decline. What can we do?” They ask all the time, as the poor starve and go without the basics that we take as granted.

This world is a rich abundant place, full of fertile minds and impassioned souls not only full of resources that will better used in being ours.

If we all learnt to share more, fear could be eradicated and not just something we live through until the fear of death takes us away.

http://www-thedesolategarden-com.co.uk/

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Synopsis of The Desolate Garden. By Danny Kemp. Only months before the murder of Lord Elliot Paterson and his youngest son Edward, an address in Leningrad is discovered hidden in the ledgers of the Families Private Bank in Westminster, dating back to the 1930’s.—-There is a spy in the Family, but on whose side? Elliot’s eldest son, Harry, is recruited into the British Intelligence Service to uncover the traitor. The Desolate Garden is a twisting tale of deceit and intrigue spanning decades when the truth was best not told! Lord Harry Paterson, Earl of Harrogate is introduced to an attractive woman from the Foreign Office and together, desperately, try to unravel the intricate web before the killer strikes again.

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The Power Of Fear

Fear is the instinct to survive. Animals sense danger and run from it, or turn to face it if so required, we, I suggest, wallow in the perpetuation of it.

From an early age we learn that somethings are dangerous, we know this through experience or through the advice of others. As we mature, however, we lose this ability to rationalize and we make the same mistakes as have gone before.

Constantly we are told; ’Get a good education other wise you will never get a good job.’ We install fear early on.

Hide yourself away in conformity, never raise an opinion in case that is frowned upon and you are perceived to be different. That can make you anxious or worse, alienated.

Don’t compete, as failure may bring ridicule, and that will distress and harm you.

We read History and see how fear of the unknown brought conflict and wars. We see how the inability to understand or even listen to another viewpoint, frightened us into killing those who were not the same as us. Greed was another excuse. The fear that some one else had more of what you wanted, was sufficent enough for some.

Do we learn for this, or do we still oppose those who think differently? The world in which we all live, is a shared place not exclusively one idealism or another, no side is right and the other is wrong.

Fear is what keeps us apart. In a darkened room you need a light to be switched on to erase the fear of the voice in the other corner.Hasn’t that light been switched on you may ask, are not people the world over beginning to question authority and raising their voices against tyranny and dictators, is Fear not at an end?

Look around you, fear of terrorism is not the only tool in the bag, fear of uncertainty is equally as powerful.

“Look at the market index’s, they are our Holy grail. Look at the job market, the price of this, the price of that, the world is in decline. What can we do?” We ask all the time, as the poor starve and go without the basics that we take as granted.

This world is a rich abundant place, full of fertile minds and impassioned souls, not only full of resources that will better used in being ours.

If we all learnt to share more, fear could be eradicated and not just something to hide from.

http://www-thedesolategarden-com.co.uk/                http://danielkemp.co.uk/

I AM THANKFUL:  FOR THE WIFE  WHO SAYS IT’S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,  BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,  AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. FOR THE HUSBAND  WHO IS ON THE SOFA  BEING A COUCH POTATO,  BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME  AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS. FOR THE TEENAGER  WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES  BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, NOT ON THE STREETS.  FOR THE TAXES I PAY  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED .  FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.  FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT. FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE  FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,  WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,  AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME. FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING  I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT  BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.  FOR THE PARKING SPOT  I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING  AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .  FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM. FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS  I CAN HEAR.  FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR. FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.  FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF  IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.  AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MANY E-MAILS  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.    Live well, Laugh often, & Love with all of your heart!

At one time in my life, not that long ago, there was an enormous black cloud that I lived in the middle of. I had just been medical diagnosed as being traumatised and suffering from anxiety as a result of a Road Traffic Accident. I had lost all confidence and any sense of security in being able to cope with life. I was frightened to leave the safety of my own home and I can assure you, that up to that point, I had lived anything but a sheltered existence.

I snapped at the least provocation. I ‘jumped-out-of-my-skin’ at any unexpected noise and I knew that I was useless to my nearest and dearest. But perhaps worse than all of those things I was distinctly uncomfortable in any company, whether known to me or not. I had lost the ability to engage in conversation. I didn’t want, nor knew how, to express how that state of depression was affecting me. Because of that, few tried to engage with me. I received expert medical care, under-going a treatment called EMDR….Eye Movement Desensitization Routine and eventual, after three and a bit years, I recovered. I began to slowly accept the fact that, contrary to my belief, I was vulnerable just like everyone else. I had previously thought that I was impregnable, strong, a self-entity. The very epitome of that island that John Donne made reference to.

In one way or another we cocoon ourselves behind what we call conformity. We shun what we don’t understand instead of embracing the whole of life, in it’s best manifestations and its worse. We don’t welcome those that are different to our own measurement of behaviour and convention. The hackneyed expression…’There but for the grace of God go I’… has lost its relevance in today’s society. It should not be quoted in celebration of the fact that we are normal. It should be used by those that recognise that not all should be measured against the stilted perception of conventional.

Danny Kemp
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One final post before I say goodnight. Five years ago I was the innocent victim of someone else’s incompetence in a Road Traffic Accident. I was diagnosed as suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It effectively put me out of work for three years and whilst inactive throughout that period of time, I received expert medical advice and counselling. Over the last two years or so I have gradually been able to put that harrowing experience out of my mind. I wish now though that one of the many experts I saw had been on Face Book, then maybe they might have advised me to join. The best remedy in the world is found in communication and here, some what late, I have found what I needed those dark days ago, Friends.

Danny Kemp
When I was nineteen years of age I graduated to become a fully fledged Metropolitan Police Constable, prior to that I was merely playing at it by being a Cadet. During the two and a bit years I spent in the junior ranks as an understudy to the real thing, I enjoyed adventures and pastimes many would envy. I went Rock Climbing in North Wales, Orienteering for two days across The Brechin Beacons with nothing except a compass, a map and two bars of chocolate. I took part in the Devizes to Westminster Canoe Race and jumped willingly into every brawl or domestic disturbance that I could possibly find. I also, when time allowed, played Rugby and cricket, seeming every day. At nineteen that excitement changed. The very first week after exchanging the flat blue banded cap into the ‘Bobby’s Helmet’ I was posted, with hundreds of other’s, to protect the American Embassy against Anti- Vietnam War protesters. There in Grosvenor Square I had a sudden wake up. Marbles and darts were thrown at us with no redress to retaliation or protection other than the normal, everyday uniform that we wore and the occasional sortie into the throng to arrest ring-leaders. Today I drove passed the American Embassy and although those days in the late ’60 were horrendous, the sight of the necessary machine pistoled Police officers on the streets is worse. The world takes a long time to improve, and an even longer time to rid itself of zealots who think nothing of anything but themselves in their continued pursuit of violence to effect change.

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