Heaven’s Gate

A FEW years back (2014-15), during the most turbulent throes of my inner journey, I turned to the most readily available source of information, the Internet. It was only too easy to find an explanation for what was happening to me. Not only was I ‘ascending’, so was the whole damned planet. In short, theContinue reading “Heaven’s Gate”

The Quandary

I’ve sweated these past few days about how to write this post. I had intended to attempt to justify the course of action I am about to take, before then realising that I didn’t have to explain myself at all. Firstly, the circumstances that led me to this juncture are too complex to pack intoContinue reading “The Quandary”

Kiss

IT BEGAN with a kiss. Not a passionate embrace but a soft brush on the cheek. The feeling of warmth and love from an old friend lingered on beyond the dream and well into the following days … Like a little seed, the feeling grew and grew until I longed to be with my oldContinue reading “Kiss”

Brothers in Arms

TO THE strains of Dire Straits, I am surrounded by battle in its last throes, a sea of mud everywhere. These fields of destruction, baptisms of fire, I’ve witnessed your suffering, every man has to die … But not just yet. A trapped horseman is pulled from between his fallen mount and the mire. Am I theContinue reading “Brothers in Arms”

Kiss

IT BEGAN with a kiss. Not a passionate embrace but a soft brush on the cheek. The feeling of warmth and love from an old friend lingered on beyond the dream and well into the following days … Like a little seed, the feeling grew and grew until I longed to be with my oldContinue reading “Kiss”

Brothers in Arms

TO THE strains of Dire Straits, I am surrounded by battle in its last throes, a sea of mud everywhere. These fields of destruction, baptisms of fire, I’ve witnessed your suffering, every man has to die … But not just yet. A trapped horseman is pulled from between his fallen mount and the mire. Am I theContinue reading “Brothers in Arms”

The Witchery

I DWELL in the company of witches, none of whom I recognise. All robed in black and taking part in rituals, we are controlled by a matriarchal figure we cannot see but who we know is there. I want out but leaving is not an option. When I do something that is against Her, IContinue reading “The Witchery”

The Dalmatian, the Cactus and the Wormery

ALEX tells me he had a dream in which he has a dog. A Dalmatian to be precise. Only, it leaves him because he didn’t feed it properly. “Jeez, that sucks,” I say. “If a dog leaves you, you really have to be doing something wrong.” Nose in the air, bags packed, the Dalmatian saysContinue reading “The Dalmatian, the Cactus and the Wormery”