A Star is Born…

One of the many reasons I love to buy old books as opposed to new ones, is the rare delight of finding something forgotten inside it, left behind by a previous owner. Whether it be an intriguing inscription written a hundred years passed, or a curious bookmark that has a story all of its own….

Hush let them sleep

Hush let them sleep… find me on Instagram Celebrating diversity includes celebrating the unawakened, the asleep and the people-sheep. Too often we complain about the still-asleep. We call them sad and brainwashed, dumbed down ego-mentalists. We secretly cast our judgements and small hatred down upon them. Darkness can seep so quickly from the corners of…

Mind Spilling on Instagram

My love of imagery and instantanous idea-catching led me to create yet another mind-spillage platform for Disappearing Me. This time in the form of an Instagram page. I do like how quickly I can upload an image and share a thought or hashtag with it. Life is about catching those magical thoughts and sharing them,…

Novel beginnings

Feedback welcome on the novel I am writing, here are the first two chapters… Chapter One ~ A Fragment   We are standing on our edges. My edge is always The Bridge over the river, at the mouth of the sea. Arms outstretched, faces to the sky. It may look like we are going to…

Eyes of Three

There’s always this nagging feeling. Like my whole perception on life takes place inside a giant dome and our eyes can’t see round it. Unless you become enlightened or eat some ayahuasca or begin to die. You would develop the third sight then. But for now if you want the super sight for longer than…

In lak ‘ech

I am you and you are me. Our Multidimensional Me’s. I am another yourself.

Hush, let them sleep

Celebrating diversity includes celebrating the unawakened, the asleep and the people-sheep. Too often we complain about the still-asleep. We call them sad and brainwashed, dumbed down ego-mentalists. We secretly cast our judgements and small  hatred down upon them. Darkness can seep so quickly from the corners of awakening eyes. Ego spikes, we all have them….

Meta Memories in the Dream Folder

As my mind gets older the more computer-like I have to treat it. The sorting of files, the retrieval of data, files as in parts of the sub-consciousness (id) or consciousness (ego), data as in memories, events, meta-events. Information about the event, another memory. Those event-data streams and meta-memories are filed away, some are filed…

Snippets from my Self

Her words come to me in waves. They are not heard, they are felt, within my heart. Without love, life is just a mechanical clock ticking with no breath. We had lost the ability to feel. Human emotion, combined with the senses. We had lost them. To know love one must know hurt. To admire,…