My intent, is to revise antiquated ideologies & philosophies.

   I have lived all levels of homelessness over the decades, to not speak my truth, to the fiction that surrounds homelessness today.  It would just be insulting myself.   Then the struggle with poverty after fighting my way off the streets. 
  Still to this day, I am bullied and physically abused by RCMP, and those NPO/NGO entities, which I criticise.   
    Government agencies, non-profits and local charities, do not expect those like myself, to become anything more than a shelter bed warmer or dead.  They need to keep the status quo.  It keeps people employed, and creates chaos.  But to come off, stablise, get married, then own a home and land, from my state of precariousness, wasn't often heard of, if at all.  (Yes, there's more to it)    

  Homeless, I was always able to separate myself, from my precarious circumstances.  I understood the realities around me, even from within deep addiction.  I lived in constant fear, but had no control over my own reality, at that point. 
  I was only along for the ride.  A ride some say, "God" put me on.  Some say it was to teach me a lesson, some say, to teach others.  

   My promise to myself from the streets, that if I ever became more than what I was, and at a social level, where I could speak my mind freely and equally. 
  Then I would speak out against the real problems, and people.  This is why I have a passion to somehow, someway change the way people who are homeless are helped, how addiction is viewed and treated.