Telepathy

You will no doubt have experienced the phenomenon whereby, out of the blue, you may have either dreamt, thought, or talked of someone who has been part of your life previously, but not for some time. Then, either a matter of hours later, or maybe the following day, you either hear of them, or indeed from them, and equally as out of the blue.// I believe that this is possible because we are all inter connected by some kind of telepathy, like a wireless network throughout the collective subconscious, maybe even transcending right across the natural world.// Somehow, over the years, we have lost the ability to be conscious of this, but it’s still there, and just occasionally we tap into it, almost by accident, sending up a thought of someone who may be receptive enough to have picked it up subconsciously and then in turn, subconsciously acts upon it.// In the same way, sometimes I come across my ideas proving successful for someone else, with whom I have never discussed them, or indeed, about which I have never discussed with anyone. Maybe these ideas already existed within a higher plain, and I have simply found a way of tapping into them, just like those who may have made something of them, or maybe I, or them, put the idea up there, upon the information super subconscious by way of deep thought to begin with. It would explain why scientists so often make similar discoveries so close to one another but completely independently.// Of course, it may also be purely coincidence, and a matter of, ‘great minds think alike,’ but I believe that, in some circumstances, great minds think alike because they are truly great, in that they are able to tap into, and utilise something beyond current understanding.

Mutual Recognition

My dreams were provocative throughout the night and lingered into the waking day. My whole essence coursed with desire for the sexualised sultress that wanted me so deeply and yet had been forbidden by the overriding dominance of dream. Who was she?// I’ll never know, but she did walk through my waking day that very day, and directly into my carriage. I recognised her instantly, as her left eye took sight of me from below a single lifting lock. She recognised me, and stared a little in dismay, for our brief time thereafter, there was a mysterious tension as she would look at me, and then I her.// After only one stop my opposite disembarked and turned, and I watched her watching me disappear from the platform.// This happens to me from time to time, not always sexualised, it can be anyone in any number of circumstances.

One To Think About

Development is a form of destruction.

Who's There?

As I lie in bed, my window slightly ajar, lets in the summer’s evening air from deep within suburban High Wycombe. My bedroom nestled in between five others, my inner week sanctuary after a tiring day and the inevitable tea time social of shared accommodation. At last, some time on my own to reflect, my door tightly shut, they know not to disturb, it is usually open, and throughout the night on a weekend. A passenger jet flies overhead; it is unusually the only sound at the time and holds clear as it moves across the sky above my bedroom. Closing my eyes, I picture first the nose of the plane, making swift but gentle headway through a clear and crimson sky, then I peel away and down the fuselage, its length lit with windows filled with happy heads in my mind’s eye. I picture the people in their plane, some sleeping, some eating, others engrossed within the flashing blues of their screens, and the hot hostesses working the aisle from time to time. Others look down upon my tiny town as an amber glow of clustered urban suns, the social dynamics of hundreds of homes, doors to doors, streets to streets, crawling and nesting. I can picture them and their surroundings; I wonder if they picture me and mine? I’m thinking what somebody else might be thinking, and suddenly, somebody else might be thinking what I am thinking - it is me, I think.

Waterborne

We are a species evolved of a saltwater habitat, and born of one still.

A Good Day's Observations

A bird who's fit, snogging a lad who's fat. Nice to see that. The meat in Aldi comes from the Ark itself. Face to face with a fox...a real one.

Ready For Fatherhood

Ready for fatherhood now, got myself a Wikepedia app.

Greed?

Greed is what makes he metaphorical world go round.

Humpty Dumpty Post Stagadoo

My mind is in a thousand bits, and entirely occupied with trying to put itself back together again.

Mastering The Very Basics First...continued

It is instinctive to prey on the weak, it is intelligence that curbs it.

Politically Correct Rascists

I don't think in terms of race until the politically correct remind me.

Hindsight

The benefit of hindsight is somewhat overrated; it's always late.

The Craic

No good dominating the dynamic and sapping the energy flow, it puts you on top, but depletes all of what you are on top off. The secret is, to enjoy receiving and distributing as evenly as possible, the craic must flow.

Society 5

As life becomes comfortable, the need to sustain this takes priority over those who remain otherwise.

Society 4

God forbid that any other being be allowed to exist alongside the human being, or anything at all in the way of the so called progress of the human being, including the human being.

Commonwealth Karma

And so the diseases we exported of old come back to haunt us as that world now comes to us.

Try and Try Again

When you lose a creation, you have to try like mad to recreate it. You never will, but you will end up with new creations instead, some of which might even be better. When you lose a creation, you have to try like mad to recreate it. You never will, but you will end up with many new creations instead, some of which might even be better.

The Truly Clever

A truly clever person never assumes intellectual superiority and never belittles, but instead seeks to understand, often discovering that they were not as clever as they first thought.

Race Card Getting Tatty

To play the race card in British society today, is to disrespect those forefathers who had every right to do so. We should never forget the slave trade, but we should get over it.

Mastering The Very Basics First...continued

The grass is always greener on the otherside until you get there. The grass is always greener on the side you allow it to be.

More Trouble Behind The Eyes

Sometimes I can be so pre-occupied with being myself, there is very little time to be just that.

Trouble Behind The Eyes

Being natural is one of life's more challenging poses.

Eyes Like The Wings of A Butterfly

Her eye opened gently like a butterfly And then closed again quickly All shy

Growing Old Grumpily, Or Growing Old Gracefully?

There is no excuse for an old person not to have gained something in wisdom, other than loss of faculties, or none to begin with.

I am Fast Becoming

Trapped by the trappings of a materialistic world.

Society 3

Funny old thing society..and these formalities we have to flex our intellect within it.

Sofas With Soul

After sustained use, some possessions took on a quality of spirit that endeared them to the possessor, and like a Gladiator who had earned freedom from his master, they became more of a companion, like an old faithful or a trusty stead, they were loved members of the family by whom they had been acquired; heirlooms. This was materialism stripped back to it's purest form, a meeting of quality and appreciation that is now drowning within the monster it has become.

Subsequent Impressions Count Too

It is a shame to write off a lifetime of impressions based only upon the first.

We should listen to the Dalai Lama but we're too addicted to trauma

I'm sure we would listen to the Dalai Lama were we not such trauma junkies, we would probably even do a little of what he advises were it not for being trapped completely by our own trappings, which ironically include statues of the Buddha and meditation paraphernalia.

For All Their Fuck Ups

Mankind...deep down, predominantly kind.

Mastering The Very Basics First...continued

Everybody makes mistakes. It's what you make of them.

Mastering The Very Basics First...continued

The quickest way to lose something is to keep everything.

The Early Bird Doesn't Always CatchThe Worm

The night owl regularly beats the morning lark to the bakers.

Tempting Fate? (Interpretation 3)

If it is one's fate, then how can one tempt it? It is our destiny to push the boundaries.

For Those Who Don't Take The Trivial Things Seriously

'Thou shalt do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Although, if you have a high capacity of tolerance I would suggest lowering the threshold.

UFO's

I hear that US drones are currently in use over Britain. I look for to meeting one at kick out.

War

Wonderful worldwide unity, with heavy fighting in parts.

War Basics

MOD. Insure your son's limbs.

Mastering The Very Basics First - continued

Behind a barrage of bark often lies inexperience.

Mastering The Very Basics First

Sometimes folk won't see the solution for the hang ups - what's been has gone, so lets move on! Time's a ticking.

Times Are A' Changing

Permanent markers no longer have the intoxicating headiness.

Olden Day Remedy For Frustration

Hitting a brick wall just isn't the same without the satisfaction of pain. Brick, mortar and a hot sticky graze; over paper, text and a tense frustrated gaze.

My First Batch of Cubans

Earth is like a cigar; an acquired taste well worthy of the perseverance.

The Benefits of Drink

Drinking is not an escapism, it's an emersion into life. Drinking is not an escapism, it's an emersion into the spirit.

Inflation

Big wild world don't take tenners.

Science Will Take Us Closer To God

I have absolute faith in God, why should the magic stop here? To CERN, may you take us closer than fasting and orgasm.

Fatalist (Interpretation 2)

If you're a fatalist and you think you can sit back and become who you are, chances are you won't go very far.

Society 2

The pacifist, like the meek is fair game. What a bloody shame.

Cognitive Behavioural Therapy

It's not the end of the world, it's a way of thinking.

But They Got Us Into This Mess

Leave the old codgers alone Osborne! They're partied out.

Life

Life is a melting pot. Let only the creativity explode.

Bureaucratic Knob Jockeys

The bureaucracy is the route cause of the problem for which it seeks to avert blame.

TransPennine Express

When does delay no longer actually classify as such by way of absolute consistency?

A Word Lost

Hello is a word replaced; what do you do? A phrase in its place. And so this society brings out my absurd creativity.

Britain's New Favourite Words

John Simpson, editor of the Oxford dictionary is a total legend. What an eclectic plethora, a plethora of eclectic. Eclectic, plethora. Plethora, eclectic, legend, legend, total legend...wonder if he does a thesaurus.

Britain's New Favourite Word

Wow, has history ever known so many legends, a new word will have to be invented in order to accurately describe these people.

The Black Dog

Ahh, thank the sod of the earth, it's just a full moon a pullin, not the black dog. Ain't seen that gruesome pup for a while.

What Is To Become?

Patience is a virtue for which there just isn't time.

We the British...And Our Weather

Oh how the weather catches us unaware, this year, last year, the year before...

Only Metaphorically Speaking?

The weight of the world must surely rise with the population, strong shoulders will be required.

Vertigo

Vertigo loves the stars, but feels like falling in to them.

Only Sometimes

Sometimes, I think I could just love people to death.

Society 1

We're surrounded by wolves and sharks every day - circling in wait for a hint of weakness.

Ghostly Goings On

During my time living in Britannia Mills, from May 2005 to September 2011, I would often be woken by what I can only describe as an extremely loud rushing noise, to the point of roaring, straight into one, or sometimes both ears. If you can imagine the feeling when somebody shouts straight into your ear, almost making physical contact, it causes you to shiver down that side of your head and neck, well, this would do exactly that too. I am a very deep sleeper, and will sleep through more than I would say is normal, this does mean that I am not the best at rousing in the morning, but after this phenomenon, I would not only wake immediately, and with a physical start, I would be left wide awake and completely alert, often very initially whilst the noise would still be ongoing, (although this would only ever occur prior to me having opened my eyes and risen), thus however, confirming to me that it was not something I was dreaming. On one very memorable occasion, as was most often the case at Britannia Mills, I was sleeping on the left side of my bed on my left side. I very suddenly awoke to the feeling of being watched, because of the haste with which my mind had so suddenly put me into gear, my mind was sharp before my eyes had opened. I knew that something was looking directly at my face, I could sense the closeness, and I knew that whatever this was, believed me to be asleep. I am often pretty forward with presences, sitting up and talking aloud to establish if I can help, or asking for peace so that I can sleep, so I decided to open my eyes suddenly and stare straight back without fear. Upon doing so, I was face to face; there was barely a foot between myself and the spectre. I gave the spirit a real shock, the face distorting as it vanished almost instantaneously. But, herein lies the proof of what I describe, a witness to the very same, in the form of my new girlfriend at the time, Sam Ashton. For there was a further element to the activity, again, only ever occurring whilst in bed, and this was to experience an external force running down the very middle of one’s back, causing a spasm like reaction, the back to arch with a rather forceful ticklish thrill, and followed by shivers down the spine. I experienced this most frequently, and was less sure that this might be caused by something other than myself and my covers. However, having told Sam nothing of all of this, on the morning of her second visit, I was not too perturbed when she described having been woken by something running down her back, what did give me goose pimples however, was that some time later, having fallen back to sleep, she had been roused again by a terrifyingly loud screaming into her ear! In September 2011 I moved in with Sam.

Life After Life

If we are conscious of nothing before birth, surely then, the likelihood is, that there is nothing after death, unless perhaps there is no memory carried between one state and another, in which case, there is as good as nothing.