I Was On a Walk

 I was on a hike in an area where the fresh river meets the salt tide in the junction. As I followed the trail I could hear sandpipers, frogs, and the wind as it moved through the spruce trees and rustled the pine needles. Glancing to my left a Great Blue Heron stood majestically in the Pugwash estuary at low tide. 

The Blue Herron was over a meter tall, had long slender legs, a white head, and a black stripe above the eyes. I had seen one in flight before and admired his massive six-foot wingspan. The impressive bird was standing at low tide in the warm shallow water under a blue mostly cloudless sky. He was in a mysterious unexplained place somewhere like I was as the sun shimmered across the tidal pools. Being here inspired my sense of wonder. I suspected hidden out of sight in sublime genius was a creativity responsible for the mysteries world. I was no fool, at least in this way. 

As I contemplated these wonders, I noticed an Osprey with a dark brown back and wings. He had a bright white chest and belly. I stopped walking and admired him in flight for a minute until he landed in a nest in a tall Red Pine beside the water.  

Over one-hundred and sixty-eight species of birdlife were found in the Pugwash Junction estuary revealing impressive birds like Bald Eagles, Hawks, Kingfishers and Cormorants. The mix of fresh and saltwater created rich feeding grounds for fish and invertebrates supporting the bird population. The estuary provided nesting sites for marsh birds and tall trees for herons and eagles. I was walking on a popular trail that gave easy access to views of the numerous wildlife.

The estuary was surrounded by diverse Acadian forest with dominant conifers like Red Spruce, White Spruce, Eastern Hemlock, and Red Pine. These trees stood alongside hardwoods like the Sugar Maple, Yellow Birch, and Aspen. Noticeable in the wetlands there were also Black Ash and Northern White Cedar.

I had come here today with a notebook, a pen, a desire to write down my thoughts, and a plan of talking to my friend God who frequently revealed clear thoughts to me. I didn't need to be here, or somewhere else special like on the Northumberland Straight, looking over the sunlit ocean, or on a quiet secluded gravel road I visit, where an old green bridge spans across a peaceful river valley, nor did I need to be on one of Nova Scotia's peaceful lakes in the early morning before dawn, to connect with God and have a conversation with him. 

These are the locations I visited originally when both Jesus and God the Father first began to talk to me. This is where our friendship began but since then God has talked to me almost every day. He usually talks to me when I'm lying in bed beside a manger scene of Jesus in my bedroom or while sitting in my living room. The only exception is days when I'm having a drink of whiskey. On these days I've learned to stay away from the manger scene in my bedroom. I've tried to sleep there dozens of times after drinking but awoke each time to a frightening presence that I realized with considerable fear was observing me and this was quite terrifying. 

I trust God greatly, he is a friend not only to me but to anyone who seeks his friendship and God wants our friendship. I know he's good and I know he's fair. The evangelists and theologians, in my opinion, don't have a fair or inclusive enough understanding of God to recognize the love he has for human beings. They thump their old Bible's, written in a cruel age and culture, without really knowing God's heart completely to realize the unending love he has in store for imperfect people. What I learned talking to God is there are no narrow roads leading to salvation, like spoken of in the Bible, where the human being everywhere must find the difficult and often impossible right path to be deserving of God's plan of love. Such hard to follow roads don't actually exist at all. There is instead a universal road, like a hundred lane freeway, leading imperfect people everywhere to God. Jesus death on the cross revealed God's love for all of the world and how God will be fair with humanity. There are likewise no broad roads to destruction that most people in existence are destined to follow. There is also no cruel hell at least the terrifying kind invented in the early days of the Church. Only truly evil people in this world deserve fairly to be separated from God and his goodness.

Walking along the trail in thought now, discussing these ideas aloud, I approach a wooden foot bridge. Stepping onto the bridge I notice wildflowers in bloom nearby before spotting a bench next to the water that overlooks the estuary. 

I remember how my mother shared her knowledge with me of  Nova Scotia wildflowers. My gaze then falls on the Trout Lily, the Spring Beauty, and the Bloodroot. The wildflowers appear in sync with the return of migratory birds and the emergence of pollinators like the bumble bees. 

Nearing the bench, I step off the trail, walk down beside the water, and sit down so my back is resting against the wooden bench. In the quiet I then retrieve my notebook and sit in the silence thinking. After a few minutes I begin to write down different thoughts I have that matter to me.

"I miss my real home; I talk like I know it so well or like I've seen the place where God assures me I'm going. I want to be there now is the truth. My time spent talking to Jesus and often God the Father each day is so important to me. I've lost the ability to be happy with people. With my mental illness I suspect great unfairness from every face, in every dealing. There is no ally for me, no honest companion, not even an occasional inquiry into my wellbeing. I stand alone amid those I see as, right or wrong, adult children."

"When I call them adult children they could point at their elite; they could look to a minister of the church with his ideological convictions, his supernatural myths, his belief that God only favors those in the end who think the right beliefs like he does; they are pointing in my opinion to an adult child, one without a heart fair enough, wise enough, knowledgeable enough about God to see universal dignity in people exposed to different ideas, struggling with different thoughts, in different experiences, uncertain about life, struggling in chaos, wondering in pain, sorrow, heartache, wanting to be loved, wanting to have hope, to see good, but no everywhere I look I see adult children."

"When he came into this world we conspired, all of us, to control him, to punish him for his insight. He was here; he was in this world and he's here now. God is not dead but God is around us and not far away. God talks to me and I know him as a friend. I know he has the same love for everyone. Yet I find it so hard to navigate people, to hear them whisper, to learn of their hate. I find the struggle difficult, I find it hard to communicate in their petty ways, with their changing tempers, their angry remarks."

"No one here will notice when any of us are gone, at least very soon after we're gone, but I know we're going somewhere good outside the reach of what our imaginations can envision. There exists creative wonder beyond earth, a genius, though these wonders are unfathomable to us now they are very much at play in the mystery of our present habitat here in the midst of this uncertainty."

"If I fall down dead on the ground will anyone here recognize a life that matters to the universe, to God, to someone wiser with a superior way of thinking who sees and discerns correctly the ways of mankind, perhaps by looking at my heart, struggles, challenges, the love guiding my person; will they see relevance in me though I walked an unsuccessful life in monetary terms; is my life one of only ruin, of failure; is my life a meaningless waste on the mysteries terrain of earth."

"The God I talk to loves everyone, everywhere, including all of India, all people, regardless what they understand about reality, regardless what they think is true about him, regardless if in this world of confusing claims on what truth is people believe correctly what life's purpose and meaning is, regardless if they think one groups "saving ideology" or not, regardless if they doubt God's existence; I know from talking to God he loves people; What God despises is war, cruelty, indifference to the lives of other people; he despises poverty, when we fail to stop hunger, or stop preventable disease."

"I have seen the unwise and I have followed this life's road taking the same footsteps. The error of man is everywhere but there exists a wisdom we don't see, a wisdom more fair then what our historical literature teaches, and even greater then some of the words we think can be attributed to God speaking; our ancestors tried to create ways to escape this world's unfairness and cruelty but the cruelty they knew in their day  has been shared with us and is infringing on our moment in this world; we seek to be good, to live fairly, to be kind, to love others, to hope in what's right. 

I look up from the paper I'm writing on now into the heights to the cumulous clouds. I'm sitting next to the Pugwash estuary, in the back country, below the stratosphere, on this bright blue spring day.

Passing Through a Hostile World to a Better Place

I think we're all, or at least those of us who are not really evil, passing through a hostile world to a better place, and that this life has meaning that none of us understands. We should suspect there are reasons for adversity, for changing emotions, for struggles with our thoughts, opinions, and understanding, with hatred, jealousy, and that we're finding meaning through our glimpses of happiness, our longing for joy, we're finding value in our fears, that our uncertainties matter about death, and finding hope, and that there are reasons we experience grief, that might seem meaningless, unfair, and without future purpose now, but that these are immeasurable learning stages we must pass through toward a far brighter tomorrow.

I know God is not a tyrant, that he is not irrational, therefore we must scrap and cover over some of the pages of our old books, written by the irrationality of irrational men like us, said to be God speaking, and realize instead that God knows the human heart, he knows ideas are not clear to us, the way not marked universally for all, and that all thought has its attraction, its persuasiveness, but that real fairness is on side with all human beings and will never abandon us as we humanity wonder in this place in the great mysteries unknown.

In the light of imperfect wisdom, where error, ignorance, misunderstanding exist here, but not completely, not forever; every person wonders an imperfect course, some figuring out ways of peace, of compassion, of love, others lost to a nature that never grows, never matures, but though so many are lost; though so many minds are filled with poison; despite the resolve to hate, to judge the worth of others, the light of love is never eternally extinguished because we are really in a world made by God who is far more just, fair, and compassionate then we realize.

Me Listening to God’s Voice and the Publics Reaction (A Donald Carter rant)

(Rant will follow initial statistics) 

 Vince Li (Will baker),  Jeremy Skibicki, Glen Race, Gregory Despres, John Paul Ostamas, Kyle Sequeira, and Michael Stewart all live with the illness schizophrenia like I do. 

 In 2008, Li beheaded a man on a Greyhound bus in Manitoba. Diagnosed with untreated schizophrenia, he believed he was hearing the voice of God. 

 Jeremy Skibicki killed four native women. 

 Glen Race killed two men in Halifax and a third in New York. He believed he was a vampire slayer. 

 Gregory Despres killed and decapitated a neighbor in New Brunswick.  

 John Paul Estamas murdered three homeless men in Winnipeg. 

 Kyle Sequeira killed his parents with a golf club. 

 Michael Stewart killed his mother.

 Though schizophrenia is associated with an increased statistical risk of violence, actual homicides committed by individuals with the disorder in Canada are rare. Based on available data as of 2026:

 *  Total Homicide Share: It is estimated that approximately 6% of all homicide perpetrators in western countries, including Canada, have schizophrenia.

 * Annual Risk per Patient: The annual risk of a person with schizophrenia committing a stranger homicide is estimated at roughly 1 in 70,000 to 1 in 140,000.

 * General Violence Contribution: Individuals with serious mental illnesses (including schizophrenia) are responsible for only about 3% of all violent acts in Canada.

 * Key Risk Factors: Homicidal behavior is rarely caused by the diagnosis alone. It is overwhelmingly linked to specific external factors:  

 Substance Misuse: Research shows that the risk of violence in patients without a history   of substance abuse is only slightly higher then the general population.

 Lack of Treatment: Approximately 94% of homicides committed by patients with           schizophrenia involve individuals who were not receiving planned treatment and/or were misusing drugs at the time.

 * Victimization Risk: People with schizophrenia in Canada are significantly more likely to be victims of violence than they are to be perpetrators. 

 The information I researched above shows homicide statistics for people living with schizophrenia. Obviously most people living with schizophrenia are not murderers and serial killers but a percentage of us are capable of committing violent crime. 

 The reason I have for deciding to research these murder statistics and post them is due to an angry belief I have that I wanted to share here. I can't prove this belief true quoting a scientific study but it's a theory I have formed from my own personal experiences. The theory is that you (society), and your cruel attitudes toward people struggling with schizophrenia, is driving people already unbalanced by mental illness psychologically over a line. Yes you (society) and your unfairness, your meanness, your rejection of people, your laughter, or your judgmental condemnation, depending on what type of angry mood you're in, and what kind of anger your spewing, is hurting people like me. You’re treating people unkindly who already have a lot of woes, struggles, suffering, that we're trying really hard to endure and not give up our lives from. We're trying to have a meaningful life just like you are.

To put this theory in perspective I'd like to share a few observations I made over the last couple of weeks through the Christmas season. I see only a very few number of people in my life because I have such bad anxiety. Simply being in the same room with someone I'm not used to seeing causes me to become anxious and grow silent. It's difficult to communicate and most of the time I say nothing. 

At my parents house there is a friend of my fathers who visits. I'll call him Leanard Grey not wanting to use his real name. I really liked Leanard for a long time and I even defended him when I heard him being criticized a few times.

 I have no clear window into the outside world. No one tells me how many people in the community dislike me. I have to try and figure it out in other ways, and I'll explain that way here. The first time I realized Leanard disliked me was a month before Christmas. He walked over to where I sat on a chair with an iPad and said to me rudely.

  "You must know just about everything there is to know by now."

  It was a sarcastic remark, and I thought it sounded mean. Several weeks later he appeared in the same room this time wishing me a Merry Christmas followed by a high-minded look at my father, a coughing sound, and a self-righteous comment about all people being worth a Christmas greeting. I wasn't left feeling uplifted by the experience.

 After Christmas there was another rude incident and then last night my father talked with Leanard over the speaker phone. I finally heard in their conversation how much this man really dislikes me. 

 It became evident listening to them talk that they were discussing me and that their topic was not a new one. What they talked about clearly had been discussed between them before. Leanard began discussing people who hear voices and then he said: "Every time you learn of a person who hears voices isn't it always right after a mass shooting or a car plowing through a crowd. The voices are always instructing people to kill people." 

Leanard Grey (which is not his real name) spoke words similar to these on the phone but his words were much more articulate then I remember. He had an anger in his voice, and it seemed like he was trying to influence the mindset of my father. 

 I realized immediately that their prior conversation before this one most likely involved a discussion of my blog and it's content. I recognized quickly Leanard was stirring up shit and attempting to get my father to see my experience of communicating with God as dangerous. 

In my blog I talk often about how God communicates with me through clear thoughts that are very different from my own thinking. Overhearing this angry conversation Leanard Grey (a man very well liked in the community) gave me a window into seeing not only his views of me but perhaps a window to see what hundreds, or even thousands, of other Colchester County citizens are thinking about me and my experiences. 

This blog has an unknown number of viewers. I have no way of knowing the exact number of visitors the counter only works some of the time. The people who read this blog might easily have the same contemptuous thoughts as Leanard toward me. My claim that I have real friendship with God, and that it’s a friendship that can be trusted, could be viewed by most people in the same way Leanard views my claims in a dangerous way.  

I now considered soberly the possibility that a widespread gossip circle of hatred might very well exist in Colchester County against me for naively deciding to share God's clear thoughts in my blog and novels. 

 My thoughts then turned immediately to the only friend I once thought I had. I'll call him Bubbles (which is not his real name). Bubbles knows that all my former friends deserted me a long time ago. They came for visit after a fifteen-year absence, winking and whispering among each other, with attitude, and a plan to share a bottle of rum back at one of their houses after they'd humored me with their prestigious visit. Bubbles knows from our conversations that I find living alone without friends ruff, that's why he comes to visit me every two or three years; he's kind-hearted and compassionate like that.  

The last visit Bubbles made, previous to two years ago, was on boxing day and he said something that I now find suspicious. He pretended to be referring to a person he seen on TV who claims to perceive thoughts communicated to him from God. He said quickly after mentioning him. "How are we supposed to know that he's not listening to the voice of the devil?"

 In response to this memory of Bubbles my eyes were finally beginning to open. I then recalled another memory of a millionaire businesswoman from the area visiting my parents house on the previous Christmas over a year ago. She started asking me questions I couldn't answer because of my anxiety condition. The woman seemed to get angry before suggesting I lacked a work ethic because I didn't put up my parents Christmas tree. 

As I reflected on this, I then recalled a woman working in admissions for routine blood work at the Truro hospital just before Christmas and how bad she made me feel. I then thought of the rudeness of the woman who's chair I was accidentally sitting on in the reception area. Finally, I remembered the rudeness of the receptionist of my family doctor a few days ago. OH, it suddenly dawned on me; the people of Colchester County really dislike me a lot. 

In all honesty, and with considerable defiance, I think your society is immature, cruel, and really unkind to people suffering with the illness schizophrenia. For as long as "crazy people" (interesting likable people in my opinion) have existed in this world throughout human history you regular people have been attacking our humanity. For centuries you tied us to rocks, locked us unfed in the upper rooms of houses, beat us, chained us to the wall in unheated mental institutions, before dreaming up the inhumanly cruel lobotomy procedure that drives a stake up through the eyeball into the frontal lobe of the brain. 

Isn't it time you jerks did something nice to us people living with mental illness? Oh, I have an idea! (a lightbulb goes off) You could provide housing for the homeless; you’re an affluent country that could accomplish that. Most homeless people have mental illness. Yeah, it's mostly us who don't have a home. It's hard to navigate society with schizophrenia. Do you care? 

I started this blog post naming notorious killers who have schizophrenia. My intension for mentioning these notorious figures was to make a suggestion. What if society treated people struggling with troubling and disturbing delusions humanly instead of attacking us so frequently. This is just a suggestion but perhaps troubled people wouldn't get rudely pushed off the rails if your mean petty society was capable of using a bit of common sense. You could actually treat people with schizophrenia with dignity if you wanted to. You could look at us like people. You could include us in your snobbish society. The pain you've inflicted on people by your narrow prejudices really does do a lot of psychological damage to us.

 The reason this post is angry is because I spent the last twenty-seven years friendless, for the most part, and listening every Friday and Saturday night, until recently, coming from the lawns of either side of my house, to the loud drunken lecture sessions of community people ranting endlessly about me over and over again. Every freaking weekend these morons would repeat once again their high-minded  attacks through slurred speech. I don't know what made them stop but now it finally seems like I have friendly neighbors on two sides, and a house for sale, owned by a friendly lady nearby, with only one hateful neighbor directly beside me. He's Columbian and I guess he comes from a culture where people hate the mentally ill there, even more there then they do here, because he started hating me instantly. He hasn’t found a lot of fans here either. 

 I'm ending this blog post now but I'm glad I wrote these words. This needed to be said for a long time. If I never sell another book in Canada too bad. Wait I'm not done yet!

 The clear thoughts I pay attention to from God both Keith and Charles need to know are not the devil speaking. One of the ways I know the clear thoughts are from God is these thoughts are always peaceful, they always help me figure out some of the profound mysteries of this world, how to let go of my anger, how to love my enemies; the clear thoughts share with me reasons why there is hope to life, where I’m going beyond this world, who my real friends are: Jesus, who I talk to daily, and God the Father who I talk to in separate conversations more frequently now. These conversations with God are not like your little obsession with horror movies Charles. Evil things don't happen when you talk to God like they do in the movie Poltergeist instead God rewards people who search for him with his friendship.

  I can imagine how many people would thump their Bibles and object to the ideas God revealed to me through clear thoughts. People who are Bible literalists, and don’t understand or take serious the wisdom of scholars, refuse to believe the Bible has any errors in the books passages. I know of a few people who read my blog that are furious with me after hearing from them online. They are from religious and political circles in the USA and they refuse to accept the ideas that God revealed to me. God shared with me clearly, numerous times now, that he loves all people of this world. God told me he loves all cultures and communities in every region of planet earth. God loves gays and lesbians and God is impressed with the search for truth of atheists and agnostics through scientific research and in literature and has no plan of abandoning imperfect people looking for answers and searching for truth regardless what those answers are. 

Yes, I can see how this is all devil talk to some of you, but God instructs me to do nothing violent so maybe there are different voices people listen to. When I get angry from the perceived mistreatment of others it's God who helps calm me down.

 If people could be kinder to a lot of people out there, people with and without mental illness, I'm convinced there’d be a real drop in murders.

 Keith is busy trying to convince my father I'm an evil devil talker. What a crock of shit that is. The only violence you'll see from me is me chucking that old fool Keith into a snowbank. If he was younger I would.

 This is a real rant this time. I began ranting in other blog posts and then I edited the anger out of the writing. I’m leaving the anger in this time. Peace

 

Follow Me

 There exists a man, rumored by many to be an idiot, alive in the unknown, questioning time, not sure if life has the potential to lead forward or back, or which way the world is moving. He stands in a mysterious unknown place, perhaps a part of the infinite, admiring nearby hills, their grassy slopes, and numerous wild flowers. The man often recognizes God's voice speaking to him in clear thoughts.

"Follow me Donald", God says to him and Donald listens walking down a winding path through a meadow, past a stream, up a rising hillside past a patch of daffodils. He sees blue jays and a red-breasted robin fly by in song while gazing up at an azure sky into a forever blue but for wondering white clouds and one soaring bald eagle. On he trods around the twisting trail until he arrives at the hills peak and looks around. Wilderness meets his eyes, in the unknown distance, while noticing foreign lands, and unique valleys.

God says to me now again: "Follow me" and so I listen and on I go beyond the world, my heart leaping in my chest, until suddenly my eyes are opened. It is here that a higher truth is mysteriously revealed to me. I swallow saliva down my throat and say in awe in a low hushed voice, "What is the impressive scenery that I now look upon? What place is it that I am now being lead to? What mystery is this that I'm part of? What good is real and what are those ways about and where might they take me to?"

Looking up through a white mist I imagine an island in the sky, with a rocky cliff at its edge, patches of grass, and a trickling waterfall. The water streams over the precipice, falling and splashing into a pool, before overflowing the island and landing on the ground before my feet.

I say to God looking up at the imagined island. "God I know you're good. I know your ways are fair. I trust you unlike the deep distrust I have for other men. You are my God, my dearest friend". 

 "The hills you admire have their own eyes Donald". God says to me. "Tomorrow I will show you how the phenomena you contemplated in your world is only part of what I have prepared for you. In me is an endlessness; my plan and mystery reach far beyond the world you know. My kingdom transcends the temporary path you wonder on. The highest heights you imagine are not the pinnacle of my potential. I am one in which newness is never exhausted and possibility never at its end. I know of ways that reach beyond all revealed beauty, leading beyond hidden boundaries that approach newer realities, new mysteries, and unseen otherworldliness that I will gladly show you that will cause you to marvel with joy. Our friendship is a strong one Donald; nothing will come between us. Tell them they are loved if they will hear you; they need to know. "

The Road

 Does a great road exist, a road longer then any trading path or eight lane highway, a road that doesn't fall into disrepair with years, one that lasts more then a thousand years; a road that isn't easy to see, with no one with knowledge of where it leads, a road if real of promise, of hope, of future, leading to unknown surroundings, to new ideas, new understanding, new life, and to the one who made us.

The highest heights

 If the unknown had eyes and could also speak what would that unknown say about us and about what we're part of. It's in error to not glimpse a hidden hand, a winking eye, an unresolved curios nod suggesting destiny; you who lack insight obviously haven't seen clues in the shroud, haven't had your sights elevated to wonder what is it we really are and what this we're a part of is about; the myths are yours to trust but you haven't peered into the domain of possibility to see the highest heights to bring you to your knees.

What my heart belongs to

 I seen a monster, he was dark and sad and his ways unfair, he was also cruel and made me feel bad. I seen his ways and didn't know why I despised him but I did and yet did I wonder in the dusk on august nights in my own confusion. The steps of life entangled in darkness and misstep, missing out on steps that rise to greater elevation, where truth rewards meager hearts, where what is, what is true, what is of consequence, dares to call out and say to all I am that to which your heart belongs.

The great unknown

 I would like to know the ways of love more fully, to see beyond the twisting turn in the road I'm on in life and peer past mans grasp of truth into hidden valleys and peaceful glens, to wonder rivers banks and by lakes and creeks and ocean shores to unknowns unseen before. To peer through clouds white and still into the sky its reaches and hidden destinations, to laugh and cry and then know joy, to meet fairness on a foreign shore, to belong to good and never see darkness again.

Tomorrow

 In the fairest realm where error doesn't roam where love is known and hearts are glad and joy replaces sad. In places where beauty sings and downhill streams wonder through meadows green; where worries are gone and memories rich with continues happiness.

Books by Donald Carter

Donald Carter is an author whose writing is deeply influenced by his experiences with schizophrenia. His works often explore profound themes such as death, God, immortality, and the meaning of life. Carter's writing challenges conventional boundaries between psychoses and religious or mystical revelation, prompting philosophical reflection on consciousness and the legitimacy of auditory hallucinations as vehicles for meaning.

"A Paranoid Schizophrenic's Message of Hope for the World"

Feedback for the book "A Paranoid Schizophrenic's Message of Hope for the World" by Donald Carter highlights its brutal honesty, emotional depth, and inspiring message.

Key Feedback Points.

 * Honesty and Insight: The book is frequently praised for its raw and sincere portrayal of living with paranoid schizophrenia. Readers appreciate the unique, first-person glimpse into the author's mind, delusions, and emotional turmoil, which helps to destigmatize the illness.

 * Message of Hope: Despite the focus on intense struggles, including suicidal thoughts and fear, the core message of finding meaning, healing, and stability through support systems (like family and friends) resonates with readers. The author successfully conveys that recovery and a fulfilling life are possible.

* Engaging and Thought-Provoking: The narrative is described as poignant, psychologically rich, and engaging, taking the reader on an emotional and educational journey. It includes profound philosophical and spiritual insights, with the author claiming to receive messages from God, which some find controversial but nonetheless compelling.

* Writing Style: The prose is generally considered clear and lucid, making the complex psychological landscape accessible.

 Overall Impression 

 The book is recommended for those seeking to understand the lived experience of a mental illness and for the powerful message that love and support can help overcome significant challenges. It is seen as a valuable educational tool and an emotionally impactful story for a wide range of readers.

Feedback for the book "The Schizophrenics Journey of Hope" 

The feedback for "The Schizophrenics Journey of Hope" by Donald Carter reveals a mix of admiration and intrigue. Readers have found the book to be a compelling read that offers a unique perspective on the experiences of paranoid schizophrenia. The author's ability to weave complex themes such as death, God, and hope into a narrative that is both humorous and profound has been a highlight for many.

The book's exploration of the forensic ward's inhabitants and the mysterious thoughts Donald receives has sparked discussions among readers about the nature of reality and the human mind.

While some readers have appreciated the book's humor and the way it challenges traditional views of reality, others have found it to be a bit too dark or intense for their taste. The book's exploration of the ethical and unethical aspects of the forensic unit has also elicited varied reactions, with some finding it thought-provoking and others feeling it could be more accessible to a broader audience.

Overall, "The Schizophrenics Journey of Hope" has been well-received for its innovative approach to storytelling and its ability to engage readers on a deep level. It is recommended for those who are open to new ideas and are willing to explore the complexities of the human experience through the lens of a fictional character with schizophrenia. It is also seen as beneficial for others, especially those with schizophrenia. Critics have praised it for its honest insightful portrayal of the challenges and triumphs of living with the illness, fostering empathy and understanding for individuals and their families. The book is recognized as a valuable resource that promotes hope and guidance in navigating the complexities of schizophrenia.

"The Devils of Truro"

 

"The Devils of Truro" by Donald Carter is a thought-provoking novel that explores profound subjects like death, God, immortality, and the meaning of life. Based on what others say about his writing style and similar books, here's what you can expect: 

 Unique Insights: Carter's experiences with schizophrenia bring a distinctive perspective to his writing, adding depth to the narrative.

Thought Provoking Themes: The book delves into ethical debates and explores themes of hope, faith, and the unknown, keeping readers engaged.

Engaging Narrative: With a mix of drama and philosophical exploration, the story is compelling and eye opening.

Book Details: Genre: Fiction, Philosophical Novel.

Plot: Based on three unsolved murders in Truro, Nova Scotia, the story follows three main characters: Donald and Jane, young lovers, and John Cook, a grieving father searching for answers.

Availability: Available on Amazon, Audible, and Apple iTunes.

Reader Recommendations: If you enjoy philosophical novels with complex themes and character-driven stories, "The Devils of Truro" might be worth reading. Donald Carter's writing has received positive feedback for its clarity and depth.

"Demons in the Pleasant Valley Hills" 

Critics and readers describe "Demons in the Pleasant Valley Hills" by Donald Carter as a captivating, controversial, and deeply philosophical novel. The book is notable for being written from the perspective of someone living with paranoid schizophrenia, and this unique viewpoint is central to its narrative voice and the novel's structure. Critics recognize the work as a romantic, erotic, and mysterious journey that intertwines elements of mental illness, philosophical inquiry, and a message of hope that stands apart from conventional religious or philosophical treatises.

Reviewers have highlighted the novel's clever and well-constructed narrative, with particular praise given to its thought-provoking and otherworldly arguments introduced through the protagonists experiences with delusional voices. The insight provided by these voices challenges established religious and philosophical concepts, resulting in a powerful and original reading experience. Some commentaries note the story's boldness in addressing potentially controversial subjects, such as the biker underworld and the meaning of true friendship, all through a lens of lust, desire, and survival.

Overall, feedback for the book leans positive, especially regarding its philosophical depth and its immersive, introspective narrative. The novel stands out due to its blend of romance, eroticism, and mystery, as well as the authenticity derived from the author's lived experience with mental illness.

"Lust Lust Lust Montreal to Paris" 

 

Donald Carter's book "Lust Lust Lust Montreal to Paris" explores themes of love, seduction, and the complexities of life through the lens of a paranoid schizophrenic named Donald. The narrative follows a wealthy uncle's illness and the intertwining lives of his relatives, leading to a seductive journey that intertwines eroticism with philosophical insights. The book is noted for its unique perspective on profound subjects like death and the meaning of life, making it a compelling read for those interested in both erotic fiction and psychological exploration.

 

"The Imbecile Donald Hucksworth"

 

"The Imbecile Donald Hucksworth" by Donald Carter generally receives positive feedback from readers, who describe it as a fascinating, entertaining, and thought-provoking story that blends multiple genres.

Reader Feedback Highlights

*Engaging and Humorous: 

One Amazon reviewer described the book as a "fascinating read" that had them "laughing loudly and uncontrollably," making it enjoyable for anyone with a sense of humor.

 * Unique Perspective on Mental Illness: 

 The novel is told through the perspective of the main character, Donald Hucksworth, who struggles with severe mental illness (schizophrenia). Readers appreciate the unique insight this provides into reality and the human condition.

 * Diverse Genres:  The book is noted for interweaving various genres, including true crime, mystery, thriller & suspense, comedy & humor, romance, religion & spirituality, and erotica. This variety keeps the narrative unpredictable and provides continuous entertainment.

 *Strong Character Portrayals: Readers found the characters "decently portrayed" and easy to sympathize with on their journeys.

 * Philosophical and Spiritual Insight: Beyond the plot, the writing is described as offering otherworldly spiritual insight and profound philosophy, exploring themes of hope, good, and the nature of reality.

 Reader feedback indicates that those who enjoy unconventional, genre-bending story with a unique voice and a mix of humor, drama, and philosophical depth are likely to enjoy "The Imbecile Donald Hucksworth". 

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