Transmute The Fear

A short story from the dark side… You would never suspect I was a taker of lives. I didn’t grow up wishing to be this. I didn’t dream about killing my first victim. Synchronicity brought us together and started the deathly slow-train of thought in my mind. Slowly, it snaked round my brain. She wanted…

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…

Baby Stars

Baby stars curled up Embryonic Die young spit out gamma rays Form the Black Hole

Elder Age

And then, one day all the human hearts stopped beating. The last organic heart failed and the vast machine who had kept it pulsing, was adjusted. We broke free from our past. Our youth of humanity. Now was our elder age of technology, alchemy and magic. We plugged in to the dream net to feel…

The Dream Playground

And so it was decided that humanity had to lose itself in the dream once more. The gods slipped away to let the children play. Waking up, optional.

A Fly Little Soul

Picture the scene. It’s been a long day (and night) and finally bed is imminent. One thing however is stopping me from diving into my little duvet paradise. A fly, a fat one at that, buzzing around the bedroom. I can’t climb into bed yet, knowing that it may start dive-bombing my sleeping face, or…

A Lost Chapter

On the 8.05 train I try to sit and think of nothingness. It doesn’t help when everywhere I look, people are rushing. Back and forward like ants, here and there like wandering nomads. Going everywhere, getting nowhere. Never stopping, always moving, always plugged in. The mouths are busy talking, the fingers busy texting. Ears plugged…

Sol Speaks

‘I have protected them with Forgetting,’ Sol explained, ‘They will die to remember what they were born to forget. And they can re-join the game and forget all over again if they wish. Or they can come back home, back into One and help the ones who are struggling with The Forgetting. But I have…

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…

Look Up

People forget to look up. They’re plugged in to the pavements, the distractions, the shop fronts, the newspapers, the phones, the fingers. Tap tap tapping out a rhythm as they text. Feet and fingers, pavements and phones, we forget to look up. There are probably hundreds of beautiful buildings being missed, we probably walk past…