I am here; I'm not far away; I'm always close. There is nothing outside my understanding; my ways reach far beyond what you can see.
Donald Carter
A writer with schizophrenia writes with unusual insight on the subjects of death, God, immortality, the meaning of life, where space leads, hope, and other intriguing unknowns on his unusual blog. Donald is from Nova Scotia, Canada where he lives with the illness paranoid schizophrenia. Please spend some time researching his fascinating blog below for any unusual insights that might be discovered there through his philosophy. He is also an aspiring novelist in paperback and for kindle on Amazon.
Blog Archive
Friday, 27 March 2026
At my parents house on my iPad observing and recording God's clear thoughts when a relative appeared in the room. I had to do more editing then usual because of the interruption.
Monday, 23 March 2026
Books written by this author
Donald Carter is a writer known for his unique insights on profound subjects such as death, God, immortality, and the meaning of life, with a bibliography that includes various genres and themes.
Biography and Themes
Donald Carter is a competent writer who has shared his experiences and insights through his works, often drawing from his personal journey with schizophrenia. His writing in characterized by a clear and engaging style, exploring deep philosophical questions and human experiences. He addresses themes such as death, spirituality, and the quest for meaning, often intertwining elements of erotica, comedy, and divine communication in his narratives.
Notable Works
Carter's bibliography includes several notable titles, such as:
"Demons in the Pleasant Valley Hills" : A philosophical journey that combines elements of hope and adventure.
"The Imbecile Donald Hucksworth": A work that has received attention for its unique perspective and storytelling.
"The Schizophrenic's Journey of Hope" :This book offers an honest portrayal of living with schizophrenia, emphasizing resilience and recovery.
"The Devils of Truro" :A fictional story inspired by unsolved murders in Truro, Nova Scotia, blending mystery and local history.
Reception and Impact
Carter's works have been praised for their honesty and insight, particularly in how they depict the challenges of mental illness and the journey toward recovery. Critics have noted that his writing fosters empathy and understanding for individuals with schizophrenia, making his books valuable resources for both those affected by the condition and their families.
Donald Carter's books are available on various platforms, including Amazon, Audible, and Apple, where readers can explore audiobooks and written works.
In summary, Donald Carter is an author whose works provide profound insights into the human experience, particularly through the lens of mental health and spirituality, making significant contributions to contemporary literature.
To view Donald Carter's author profile and books please click on an Amazon link below.
In the USA on Amazon.com Click Here
In Canada on Amazon.ca Click Here
Or you can visit another Amazon country website near you and do a search for his name.
Saturday, 21 March 2026
Taking sips from a tall glass of Crown Royal while philosophizing about the mystery of existence
Through the course of human history what has mankind been doing in the world? have we been looking for the truth? searching for what goodness is about? have we been trying to recognize hope while facing natures formidable and indifferent end?
How were life's questions of mortality and immortality treated by ancient philosophers like Plato and Aristotle? or religious figures like Jesus and Buddha?
Many people who proceeded us through the generations have no doubt tried to escape this life's suffering, to overcome the burier of death, by organizing the world into what's good, and saying from a momentary perspective what truth is, or isn't. But is it not true that proceeding them, and coming after them, we have all sought to control thought and direct the course of the world's ideas? to set thought on a narrow restrictive course, by indoctrinating and guiding the path of billions of people even very commonly by authoritarian control?
The thoughts of man set on a course to say what's good, what fairness is really all about, how to live, that tells mankind how to respond to what has been written that supposedly instructs us in what is good and bad.
Have we fathomed wisely enough yet, however, from where we sit in time, the mystery we're part of so that the light illuminating the hidden truth behind reality shines brightly enough? do all the claims we have now emerge from a source that should never be doubted, challenged, changed, or refuted, after being produced by our ancestors wearing their ancient drabs? people who lived at a time when ideas were being turned into stone.
But I dare to question all thought, like any free thinker does, and so I now ask fearlessly the question has goodness really been entirely found? has total fairness already come to light? do we know that life has hope, or no hope, or is there more then hope, can this life offer a mindboggling future that is exceedingly good far beyond our capacity to dare imagine? I believe that future is real.
Yet did the ancient Buddha teach the right way to stop people from reincarnating in pain? or did the early ecumenical church councils, hundreds of years after Christ's crucifixion, really solidify in writing all of who Jesus is in errorless certainty?
By producing a claim of an only path to hope for mankind did this worlds prior contributors to thought know what fairness is meant to look like in its entirety with God? did they recognize in their ancient culture all that goodness is about? to know the path we're walking on with accuracy? so that they knew God well enough to understood the mystery of his love.
Perhaps our reasoning, vision for fairness, and way of treating people is yet to understand the importance and dignity of who people really are, so that we treat them all with fairness and love, other wondering minds and hearts walking clumsily along the road of life to the grave, a grave holding multitudes in number.
For now we wonder the hills watching the sun rise and set; we think, and moralize about what's fair, while hopefully daring to question what this life is about, asking ourselves is the mystery we're part of here large and fair, even more fair then we dare hope possible. Could the hope we pursue in this life point to a fair God real and good beyond all estimations, even beyond the wisdom and understanding of the thinkers who came before us.
My thoughts wondering
Stares in a crooked line, looking around obstacles, through clouds, around planets, through dark unlit areas, following a course many times larger and farther then has ever been seen, and then his imagination gets treated to a reward; his thoughts become freer, the hidden truth, that lies beyond understanding speaks, which tells a story of hope, it's purpose, not merely its possibilities, hope of better days, of fairness.
Wednesday, 11 March 2026
An ai search result, after doing a search for my name, and my thoughts in response
I sent ai a question tonight (sorry I forgot to copy the question down) and the results I received are found below. I sometimes use ai to share opinions about my writing found by doing a search. I think it should be fairly obvious to people where the places in my blog are that I quote ai. Included in these ai results I responded to several points I either didn't agree with or found incomplete and put these thoughts in brackets.
Saturday, 28 February 2026
Life has great meaning (Clear thoughts written down)
Tomorrow like yesterday clouds drift across the sky, the day becomes dark, uncertainty fills our thoughts, worry consumes our thinking; each day in this world we face confusion in our understanding; we wonder life's road imperfectly, our thoughts forming individual perspective; our understanding of reality imperfect; what we think of as true in many ways will be false; this inadequacy to see reality clearly is shared by all.
As we approach the grave, and love the people we do, night will eventually set in, and our darkest hour will arrive; darkness will then overshadow the earth, fear will grip us in our uncertainty; days like this are not uncommon; the journey is for all who dare to wonder the road of life from birth to death; in this way life continues in this mysteries unknown place in the sky surrounded by the unending and its unknowns, each mind uncertain or in error, each step we take imperfect.
A light that is good shines on the trickling creek, the lilac bushes, and the hummingbird; hope is that life has planning and a purpose and such evidence is everywhere; there is nowhere you look that there is not signs of intricate sophistication; each minuet detail in nature hints at architectural complexity; no vista, no natural phenomena, no human body or brain lacks clues of wonder, mystery, genius; each thought the human person possesses, each guess at life's meaning, our philosophical inquiry, the heart felt beliefs we form; the earth as it spirals on course, the subatomic underlying realm, ideas waiting in nature to be discovered, to be engaged with, effecting change, the building of language, culture, belief, the different arguments, the freedom permitted in certain liberated places to question and ponder unhindered what truth is, to doubt what we think truth isn't;
As we gaze around at distances that outstretch into unfathomed domains; life remarkably involves consciousness, the ability to understand strangely we exist, to look at ourselves inwardly, to question life's possible meaning; nothing is accidental here; nothing is random and meaningless; consciousness as we know it is not unique; thought predates what we think we know and recognize now; real thought, knowledge of self, analyzation of others, recognitions like these speak of possibilities far more real then our doubts about the transcendent, a higher order and meaning hidden behind the buriers of existence; these mysteries are self-evident and disclosed in this life by multiple aspects that reveal one genius clue after another about a power and preplanning and even a great hope itself; life suggests considerable organization, creative planning, an environment we're part of that's preplanned and deliberate; a world that has intelligence hidden behind it; we do not exist here alone in the deep; life has great meaning.
The discovery of good (clear thoughts)
In the event of obliteration smile and rest and worry about nothing but in the event of change look up, notice where you are, take an interest in what you see, fear nothing, and smile because not all days are dark, not all experiences unkind, not all states troubled; there are paths that wonder through peaceful dales; there are possibilities that are fair; not all is dim so open your eyes and say what is this that I glimpse; does it have promise; where does possibility reach; how much good is real.
Monday, 23 February 2026
What no eye has seen (clear thoughts)
Love is powerful beyond where belief can go up up high into the unknown its reaches go ending no where but traversing into the mysteries of open-ended possibility.
There is no stopping where possibility reaches, no buriers, no impediments, no naysayers can quell what is infinitely expansive and good beyond estimation; listen to the voice of genius standing on a mighty rock pointing toward the Heavens and smiling confidently.
Ask one who has looked into the unknown and seen the size of love's reach; ask him to bare witness and tell the hopeless where the distance goes; look into the farthest corners, into the deepest recesses, the highest platforms, then tell the weary, lift them up from their hospital beds and coffins.
It will be different then, great maturity, fairness, commonsense, wisdom, light, peace, joy, knowing what's good, seeing what's possible, well at least those beginnings because where the unknown reaches to has never been revealed, not even to us the elders.
I will tell you this, you have seen evidence of this light when someone acts like a friend, when they are kind and fair with you, when they say something nice, but you have not seen the light of true goodness which shines so bright with fairness nothing dims the rays.
Tomorrow the song bird sings and the corn stalks sway as a breeze blows through; then the days turn dark; the sky produces shadows; the night owl moves through the darkened night sky, while light larger and fairer then what has ever been seen rises triumphantly in the east, the west, the north, and the south.
Wednesday, 11 February 2026
Lying in bed next to my manger scene of Jesus listening for God's thoughts
Have faith Donald, I have spoken to you, you know who I am, you are not alone. The world around you is in darkness and those shadows appear everywhere. Tomorrow will bring a new day with new light. There is much to see in a new day. The dawn light will not be obscured by shadows. My hope for you is that you will trust me. The day brings its own pain; the evening air is cooler, the waves then get larger; beyond the world’s commotion is my peace. This peace I speak of is far reaching. I will soon show you clues where the unknown extends to. I will open your eyes so that you will understand. There is much you haven’t seen, many sights to behold. This scale and reach of my ways extend far into tomorrow beyond where thought will ever comprehend. The light that arrives in a new day is a good light. I am here with you. Around you now the earth is still, the sea is calm, the wind is quiet. The day is a new one; sunlight shines on the world and its cities. Tell them they have seen signs of me for a reason.
Monday, 9 February 2026
Talking to God in my Living Room (taking notes with my iPad and correcting words that don't sound good)
Tomorrow brings a new day with a new beginning. There will soon open a door; what you see on the other side, walking through that opening, will reveal what no eye has seen before. I am a watch maker; I have created time and when I choose to time will reverse and stand still for you. I am the origins of your imagination; all the wonder you know now comes from me; this is a precious gift I give and not without purpose. To dream and hope in the future is not to decay and die but to have your eyes opened. The road you walk on now is paved; why air fills your lungs now belongs to a mystical reason you cannot foresee.
At my parents house on my iPad observing and recording God's clear thoughts when a relative appeared in the room. I had to do more editing then usual because of the interruption.
I am here; I'm not far away; I'm always close. There is nothing outside my understanding; my ways reach far beyond what you can see...
-
During the summer months, when I was twenty-six, I had stopped taking my medication. I was living in a dilapidated horse stable in Bible H...
-
D onald Carter is a writer known for his unique insights on profound subjects such as death, God, immortality, and the meaning of life. Hi...
-
A little information about Donald Carter Donald Carter, a writer with schizophrenia, has shared a variety of interesting ideas a...