Description

By Hollis Dixon

ISBN: 978-1-84991-609-7
Published: 2011
Pages: 56
Key Themes: Mental Health, Psychosis, Homelessness, Spiritual Journey

Description

This book is a spiritual journey had by Hollis Dixon leading him to many conclusions about his life and life in general. All of the contents within this book is how it happened and as Hollis saw it. A true accounts of his unusual life.

About the Author

Born in 1969. One of eight children, which is the youngest, Hollis Dixon had a normal comprehensive education, leaving school with 3 o’ levels and 5 CSEs also unrecognised o’level art which was done in his spare time. He had a good working life from school age up until 2009 in various jobs, mainly the care industry and security reaching management level in warehouse, care and security posts. He was first diagnosed with psychosis at age 24 after 2 years of substance abuse, suffering with visual and audio illusions of which he knows now were not illusions at all, but an awareness of a different plane of life.

He had two main relapses of which the first caused a breakdown of a 9 year relationship with two children and second relapse caused the breakdown of a 3 year relationship with one child at age 32. Both times the same state was reached without any substance abuse at all. He became homeless in 2010 which he sees as an enlightening and spiritual time. His awareness was heightened and his spiritual experiences were a daily occurrence; so much so that it became the norm. he sees art and writing as a positive vent of emotions and oneself and the future, we will see.

Book Extract

I thought I’d found sanctuary. Wood floors, large windows, one exit, one entrance. Amenities accessible in every way. Ten minutes’ walk and the skyline from east to west were fields and foliage and the place to be. Until one late evening I sat thinking in the living room focusing on the dark wooden floors which covered the area of the flat and its grain turned into a graveyard of open coffins. Each one with a skeleton with arms crossed and feet like they were pinned together. They covered the floor from corner to corner. Where ever I looked was a skull smiling with its uncovered teeth. Although this image was unnerving, there was a peaceful calm surrounding me and the thought was not to leave, but to stay as I was home. An afterthought about the image of coffins in the living room came to me I remembered a picture seen in a history book of the way slave traffickers used to fill their ships when transporting slaves; they were packed in like sardines at the bottom of the ships laying in the same position as the skeletons. I thought could this vision have been a warning. Also I used to find myself waking up in this position; feet together, arms crossed with my hands on each shoulder. In a rigged state unable to move.