We Own The Sky

Your body is made of Stars Your brain is made of Data The Meta-Galaxy is protecting you Throughout this Great Dream   We Own The Sky – music and video by M83 #consciousness #stars #starseed #mind #soul #enlightenment #universe #eternal #life #dream #galaxies #metaphysical #ego #higherself

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…

Plato’s Rabbits

My awareness shrinks, I am a Me within a Me and I seem to be standing inside the tunnels of my ear canals, in the centre of my head, a cave. Shadows dance on the wall from an unseen fire, flames project light, a procession of shadow people walking across a grassy plane horizon. I…

A Short Hop in Hyperspace

I was standing at the edge of the solar system, looking in. They came rushing towards me on beams of light. The Guardians of the Gateway I named them, as sometimes hyperspace places the words in your head and suddenly you know the name of things you never witnessed before. They had flame golden eyes…

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,…

Just Some Mind Spillage

A child once said… What’s really annoying is- It’s the words that don’t exist to describe it that makes it impossible to explain it. …and an adult agreed. All these multiple selves all these parallel lives, we must have an over soul overseeing them all. Our soul is fragmented, mutli dimensional projected into endless parallel…

Dimitri and the Ego Ballooons

    I once went to this place where everybody held a balloon on a string. Everybody. All their lives. And some of those balloons would inflate over time and everyone would inwardly gush – ‘Just look at my balloon, look how big it is’. So obsessed with their precious fucking balloons. A meeting with…

A Fragment

A Fragment from the beginning of my novel, which I will finish. One day. 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 jump. But we’re doing something far…