Ebony Night

 What happens when a man returns to a situation 7 years later, when every cell in his body has been renewed since those original days ?  Its strange how a current can pull two people into a zone when they each appear to be wandering at random. Ships in the night. Approval and aid from others seal the deal of optimism.

Perfect song for the end of 2022. I see more in it than just a cheesy song. The gateway to 2023.

 Going round in circles enables us to move forward.

She is back in my dreams for a 3rd December. The dark haired girl flirting...

You can change the words, but NOT the tune...

 December 1st - parents tv switches itself on, my tv switches itself on, car windows both wind themselves down over night. Oh, and an electric pole is renewed at road end. Im learning... There is a mimic here of sorts. Events of a similar nature cluster. This can be amusing or deeply annoying. Now my post page has suddenly gone too narrow...hmmmm.

Love the things I used to kill Hate the way I used to feel I was lying through my teeth Taking hold of my beliefs 2023 could bring anything...

 6am - Finally the penny has dropped. We are not our minds. The mind separate to the soul. This is problematic as the mind is so dominant 99% of the time, and if unsettled or challenged throws a hissy fit that will floor you so badly you will loose all sight of the fact that another you is hiding somewhere. We might call this the subconscious, and even this can reek havoc with the body. I think there is more though beyond the subconscious, a concrete other you bursting to get out, painfully and forcibly. 

 THE COLD HANDS OF THE TURK....

 Two people have approached me today starting a conversation with " allo, allo,allo "  One was my daughter who does it a lot at the moment, and the other was an auctioneer. This is weird. It reminds me of a past situation when it seemed as though someone was speaking to me through different people. 

  This haunting childhood song, but why ? Last night I was woken by the clatter of two plates stacked on top of one another on my inside window ledge. It sounded like one plate lifted and then clattered down on top of the other. Just the sort of noise that jar's my ears. At the time I was dreaming of a group of people happily singing Mull of Kintyre. It was a hit in the 70's I think. Earlier I heard that scraping noise around the top of the window frame. Its been maybe a year since that has happened. Its definitely feeling like winter now. Both these instances remind me of the ghost of Katherine in Wuthering Heights at the window of Mr Lockwood. Window weirdness has gone on here for two generations at least. I think Katherine is early this year.

I worked my way along several horses in the stables until I found this one I really connected to. The look in its eyes. I could understand and trust it. 

 Its incredible how going over the handlebars of a bike takes you back your childhood for a split second, after you hit the ground. The shock and that specific pain of grazing that is only caused by a bike fall has that effect. For a second you forget everything. Its almost exhilarating. The moment blocks out all. Like orgasm.

 Today I learnt something. A cycle ride can ease my headaches, a nice walk can ease me, but so can a erratic high speed race of up to 100mph on a country road, for a short time. In those few minutes everything is blotted out as your only thought is your survival. This is to feel alive. I havent done this for at least a year, to drive on a road that allows momentum of speed. I feel I need to blot out my current over consciousness. Danger maybe a tool.

Autumn anthem  ?

Not sure why ive posted this, but just like last year a random song I havent heard in a long while cropped up in my sphere, and I feel like dropping it off here. That winter feeling is approaching. It a bit unsettling returning here after all that happened last winter, but here I am. This is a nostalgic track. Reminds me of Abracadabra....

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Nobody know about that guy years ago... She was baptised in water from the river Jordan. Is this why the Unseen suddenly exploded into life for me after meeting her ? Things were never the same again.  She maybe out of my sphere nowadays, but the effects are long lasting, every tap and crack in this house, every full moons glory still stems from that point years ago and always will. Some people must be keys, and many probably wont ever grasp the full effects they have on others for years.