From my submission for short stories

The Man’s story

 Psychic Soup

What would happen if the air around was not as clear as you thought it was and I’m not talking about pollution. What if all the signals that bombard our modern world, radio, television, WiFi, GPS. Ok you get the idea, but what would happen if you could receive all of those and many more all the time, how would you function ? How could you know what was important and what was not? 

I struggle in enclosed spaces. By some quirk of fate, I hear, or feel all the thoughts of those around me, not just the nice ones, or the trivial ones, but the deepest darkest ones, those thoughts which in the middle of night we wake up screaming from. All those I hear, everything all of the time.

Being on a tube train in the middle of summer is my nightmare, so guess where I’m? Stuck down my own version of Dante’s hell, with everyone’s deepest thoughts screaming at me. Inside I yell in pain, begging please for something to help ease this madness of being this deep.   

Suddenly I get the feeling of a beautiful mind reaching out. Like being in the most, soft gentle embrace you could imagine. Kindness and peace surround me. I’m left wondering how and why this could happen, who could reach out and touch my tainted heart.

Now not even sure where I’m, only the train slowing down brings me to my senses, drags me from internal dialogue. All my physical senses become focused on a feminine hand touching mine, something real that counters the metaphysical embrace which still holds me. The comfort now seems to have taken a deeper more erotic edge, leaving me breathless and excited

 Becoming lost in the fog of pleasure, endless, intense and passionate, I travel to places and see and understand things beyond my wildest dreams. But as soon as this moment has arrived, the train stops, the contact lost. Feeling disorientated I turn and see the lady who was beside me stepping off the train.

As the doors close, our eyes meet with a level of understanding, for we have both shared a beautiful experience, leaving us  joyful. For to find such beauty is a gift, to lose it is bitter sweet. 

In a single moment she has gone, lost in the crowds of a busy underground station. I start to feel the others around once again. But now it’s not a problem, for in those few endless magic moments, somehow she managed to heal my broken heart, add a filter to the gift.  Dante’s hell has now lost its flame.

Morality

I haven't blogged for a while.
Something has made me question my own morality, someone I know, but only on a very superficial level has bought a motorcycle, sort of a flat pack Chinese one. This person has no history of motorcycles and seems to have not even much interest in them or  even a basic understanding of how they function.
When it finally is put together enough to function then the real dilemma will be faced.
What is the moral responsibility as regards to teaching someone to ride ? I have been taught by those bikers who came before me, handed down their knowledge and experience. All of us who have done this seem to understand its part of the history, culture and magic of motorcycles.
But in this case, this person has not listened, hence the Chinese bike, only ever past as CBT on a automatic moped. Never ridden a geared bike ever, seems not to understand the importance of safety gear, ie clothes, leather boots to cover the ankles, etc.
How much time do we put into a situation to perhaps allow them to stand a fighting chance of survival on the madness of the public highway ?
Teaching others to ride is fun and passing on experience is a big part of life, learning and teaching. But what happens if face a situation where the system has failed and we seem to be the last stage. If we don't try how do we look someones parents in the eye, after their child has been hurt in an accident?
Maybe I am being a little dark, I hope this person dose fall in love with bikes, but most of all I hope this person stays alive and safe.

Butterfly

A poem for a friend.

Butterfly

You flew into my life with a thousand signs

I spent a day wondering why I kept seeing you everywhere I looked,

From pillar to post, you fluttered.

Trying to show me what I don’t know.

But when I found that jacket,

Not really sure

I put my hand into the pocket

And there you where

Enamelled, bright, green

That was now so many years ago

For all this time,

My every step matched by your delightful flight.

Now after so many shared adventures

You have gone,

 In a single night you took flight.

I wish you luck in whoever’s life you will touch next.

Your beauty will always be carried deep inside my heart,

Good luck my little friend.

Pyshic Soup

The Mans story

 Psychic Soup

How do I explain this? For some to walk though air, well seems to be, well easy. In fact if you go higher you would notice how much easier it is. Go deeper and you would notice how it had become harder to move through something that doesn’t seem to be there most of the time. I talk in riddles, without a clear answer.  

What would happen if the air around was not as clear as you though it was and I’m not talking about pollution. What if all the signals that bombard our modern world, radio, television, WiFi, GPS. Ok you get the idea, but what would happen if you could receive all of those and many more all the time, how would you function ? How could you know what was important and what was not? 

I struggle in enclosed spaces. By some quirk of fate, I hear, or feel all the thoughts of those around me, not just the nice ones, or the trivial ones, but the deepest darkest ones, those thoughts which in the middle of night we wake up screaming from. All those I hear, everything all of the time.

Being stuck on a tube train in the middle of summer is my version hell, so guess where I’m? Stuck down my own version of Dante’s hell, with everyone’s deepest thoughts screaming at me, inside I yell in pain, begging please for something to help ease this madness of being this deep.   

Suddenly I get the feeling of a gentle, beautiful mind reaching out. Like being in the most, soft gentle embrace I have ever had. Kindness and peace seems all around. Never before have I ever had such a thing happen. I’m left wondering how and why this could happen, who could reach out and touch my tainted heart.

Now not even now sure where I’m, only the train slowing down brings me to my senses. All my physical senses become focused on a hand touching mine. The embraced still holds me firm, now it has a deeper edge, almost as if an angel reached out to touch my heart.  But an angel with an erotic edge, for my body is also responding, leaving me breathless and excited, as if the angel has an erotic edge, one which touches the very essence of my masculinity.  

 Becoming lost in the fog of pleasure, endless, intense and passionate, I travel to places and see and understand things beyond my wildest dreams. But as soon as this moment has arrived, the train stops, the contact lost. Feeling disorientated I turn and the lady beside me stepping off the train.

As the doors close, our eyes meet and a level of understanding passes between us, for we have  both shared a beautiful experience, leaving us both better joyful, but with a bitter sweet edge, for to find such beauty is a gift to lose it, is bitter sweet. 

In a single moment now she has gone, lost in the crowds of a busy underground platform, deep underground. I start to feel the others around once again, but now it is less of a problem, for in those few endless magic moments, somehow she managed to heal my broken heart, add a filter to the gift, which allows me to function once again.  Dante’s hell has lost its flame.

Worlds colliding

I find two personal worlds colliding and to be honest I'm not sure really what to do.
We all get known to different people for different aspects of our personality, this is not being to faced, more the fact that people know us for different reasons. The best example of this is in the film A Matter of Life and Death. The scene it the pub with the Doctor, Peter and June is a classic example. The Doctor knows Peter for his poetry, June as a dashing airman who some how has managed to survive jump from an aircraft.
The Doctor knows both Peter and June and in a sense they all know each other as different people.

So what has this got to do with my worlds colliding?

My good friend Dez Richards, who on facebook goes under the name of Cornish Medium is launching a radio show called The World Beyond, on Penwith Radio , 4 to 6 on Sundays from next Sunday the 15th of Jan 2012 . Along with Alan Jones, AKA the Rational Mystic and a couple of lovely ladies called Angie Kruger and Sue Searle along with Dez's lovely wife Anna Mae who will be acting as a producer for the show, or should that be loin tamer .
For those who don't know me, or know me for being a petrol head or the funny old guy at uni with a big mouth, this may seem a little of a diversion, but all of us have worked together before on different projects.
But for me this is a little like coming out, in a very real sense I'm  now showing my interest these areas, what I believe is of course something for the radio show.
All those involved apart from Anna Mae have skills or are known for certain talents within those areas the show covers .... Whilst anyone who reads this blog knows that my talents are ..well best described as undefined. So this really a step into the unknown and a often the most exciting journeys start that way.
With a single step and a leap of faith, but in this case I know the that those behind this project all have the best on intentions.
So watch this space, one of the things  has happened is that Dez has already created a space where like minded people network and post just about anything which concerns the nature of spirit or being spiritual and to define what is meant by this. The Collins Desk Top Dictionary and Thesaurus defines spirit as
1, The nonphysical aspects of a person concerned with the profound thoughts or emotions.
2, The nonphysical part of the person that lives on after death.
.....
10, a supernatural being, such as a ghost.

I have picked only the definitions which I feel are relevant for the context of this blog, but it dose show just the broad the spectrum that the new show will cover.

Now just time for that step...gulp

2012

Well folks.
A belated happy new year.
But  by saying those simply words makes me question what has truly come to pass, 2011 now its finally gone was not a good one for so many, in fact Christmas just didn't seem to happen at all.
Christmas spirit ...Don't make me laugh.
It has been said that in 2012 a cosmic shift well occur, the end of the world if you believe a south American myth...Others say that a shift of awareness will occur in people consciousness, if it dose lets pray that it occurs to heighten it and not a cosmic shift to make society even more self centered , well you never know the universe might just play that joke on our species.
But I do hope that if a cosmic shift occurs it brings a greater awareness of others, for it is far harder to hate when we can feel someone else's dreams, or even just their point of view.
So as I type on the first morning of the new year, I hope most of all that we do a share a cosmic shift of consciousness and in what ever form that takes that it brings just a little more understanding and a lot less hate.
Happy new year

Alex