By David Wilson

I am not sure what I should say on this website. I do feel like I should say something. Within the auspices of this ‘place’ I can only claim to be neurodivergent with a diagnosis of schizophrenia.

I believe that I am myself and am the way I am because it is “who” I am at this phase of my spiritual evolution.

We are all spiritual beings. If we are not, what on earth would we be? We cannot be mere biophysical, diet-powered machines! Intelligence is the revealing aspect of people… that we are psycho-physical because we are spiritual.

In my life I have gone through a lot of doubt. Uncertainties are part of trying to understand. It seems people generally are sensitive or apprehensive about acknowledging our spirituality. So, what is spirituality?

The very onset of anyone’s being is spiritual… that who and what we are is spirit or soul, modicums of God.

So, what is God then, since we are extensions of It? The best answer to this is that God is Self, ie. Self-dom Itself: Sheer Self, all Self, and Self Only.

“I am that I am.”

It is not separately existing and is effulgent. Humans are effulgent, accordingly. Most typically, we humans see ourselves as physical selves. We also tend to regard ourselves as separate beings, one from another. We have ‘defined’ ourselves, usually because it is a convention to do so.

I don’t like calling myself an artist or a schizophrenic person. Should I care what people think of me? I do care. I don’t like to be misunderstood or labeled.

I am thinking of relationship to, and with, others. All sorts of different correspondence occurs. “ No woman or man is an island.”

To get into art school I had to write a brief paper about ‘why’ I wanted to attend that university.

I wrote about communion and my need for it. We are sensitive and we must share. It may be because Love exists that we are impelled to share. Love will not be denied. One way or another, we each correspond with our fellow men and women, our brothers and sisters.

Why is this difficult for so many of us? Why is there fearing among us? I am not sure and this uncertainty ‘colors’ my art.

I even feel like apologizing for my own fearing. Perhaps that’s what I do when I am painting. Apologizing.

I have exhausted my ‘wisdom’. Once I admit fearing, I am done! I believe fearless living is possible but haven’t accomplished it. Maybe, one day, in another lifetime I will. Even this is ‘another lifetime’! There will be more!

I am an ordinary Canadian person who tended to be uncertain about his place in this world. Drawing and painting are the main things I like to do. It is so nice to be able to do something that is not controlled by others.

I lived in Ontario and British Columbia (Canada) and in California. I graduated from high school with honors and went briefly to Mount Allison University in New Brunswick. While there, a nervous breakdown caused me to quit and return home to Ottawa.

As a very young boy of 3 to 4 years of age I had experienced manipulation and perverse activity that I didn’t disclose. I suppressed it and it seems my adolescence was affected by it. (One dies not transcend what one obscures.) I used the popular drugs (1960’s) , ran away from home and attempted suicide repeatedly. I had psychiatric help but still the underlying problem remained hidden, even from me.

Having returned to drug use in the summer of 1971, I ran into an appearance, a visit, from Jesus and participated in a spiritual experience of my relatedness with God, the ecstatic, eternal Self and all-inclusive Oneness.
I quit drugs except for cigarettes and occasional alcohol. By 1976 I voluntarily acknowledged God and an aspect of peace ensued.

By 1981, I was diagnosed ‘schizophrenic’ and government financial aid enabled me to get off the streets and have a bed and a door that locked! I had been homeless for 5 years.

Since then I have worked at my art. I married in 1998 to a wonderful woman from Florida who also believed in God in a comparable way. She wrote to God and God responded!

My wife left her body in 2016 but is with me still, particularly through my psychic friend, ‘B’. Much of me looks forward to leaving my own body, but that ‘due date’ remains undetermined. I am 70 now, and am stymied as to my art and what to do with it.

Header Art: David Wilson Michelangelo’s Harley Davidson Sonata