Breathing Moments

​I was told once that true enlightenment can be caught in one single moment, that stillness exists and can be found in the small spaces of stillness between each breath we breathe.  And they say if you can empty your mind completely, if you can find that true place of stillness, because it is a…

Retro Writing – a story found

I found this short story written by my younger self ten years ago. It’s interesting how the writing voice develops, and synchro – this story is called ‘Voices’.   Voices He told me he loved me. He told me he’d never leave. He’d stay with me always. Come back to haunt me. Come back to…

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,…

Consciousness Explorer

Study the school of life the 100th monkey is on his way consciousness explorer activates dna hack into reality since mother earth’s a mother board connect the energy grids of our earth the ley lines can’t be ignored the human race is still asking just what are we racing for ascension time, separation line will…

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror – a short story Martha is a controlling bitch. Unfortunately I only realised this after the tenth week, and by then she had bought me a gift. For my birthday.   ‘You’ll get it on Saturday.’ Martha says while smoothing down her hair in front of the mirror.   ‘Ah, about that…’ I…

Air

Air – a short story I have this thing, this strange thing that happens to me. I only discovered it a year ago when I was fifteen and have never told anyone. No-one would believe me anyway.   It starts the same way each time. I close my eyes and stay very still. After a…

Earth, I hate and love you

  Sometimes I hate this planet. I don’t even feel like I’m from here. Does anyone else feel the same? On good days I laugh, I forget and I feel like a real human. On other days…well. I’m disappearing. These other days should be better days. And in some ways they are. I’m floaty like…