I have to pinch myself to prove I’m really here. The outer world in descending rapidly into unfettered insanity. It seems that the global management is rapidly moving backwards towards aggressive expansionalism. Instead of horses and bows and arrows, they have executive cars and jets. Instead of streaming across the steppes screaming war cries, they’re sitting around polished tables talking nonsense. Increasingly, the other bit, the unseen world which I access in dreamtime, seems like reality and this like a weird illusion. I can see why those clinging onto the 3D paradigm risk psychosis.

I came from afar, I’m not sure where,

To be of high service, I know not how,

And this mad, crazy theatre gave me cause for despair,

What civilised ones, could this mess allow?,

At first it was them, I projected my pain,

The question then changed, who, then, are ‘they?’,

I had pointed my finger, with growing distain,

Drawing roars from the crowd and inflaming the fray,

‘They did it to me, they beat me with fists,

They burned me, and drowned and whipped me too’,

Near the point where I broke and could no more resist,

My mind was unravelling, by turns of the screw,

I’m losing my blob, feeling insanity,

As I search for an anchor, a mast in this mess,

With my raft now adrift in a wild karmic sea,

Leaking and groaning, near sinking no less,

But stop, wait a minute, pause the epitaph,

A movement now caught, to one side of my eye,

A cavorting red robin is making me laugh,

Silly clouds making shapes, swirling now in the sky,

‘Don’t take it too seriously’, a soft voice says,

It’s just an experience can’t you see,

Many hats, a sombrero, a trilby, a fez,

All the fun comes from what you can be,

Take a step back, just breathe, take a look,

In the maelstrom you still can be mellow,

Think of the contrast, could you read a good book,

If all of the pages were yellow?’

Hmm, hold that thought there, the penny has dropped,

The lift has arrived at top floor,

I suppose the entirety of soul can adopt,

Any script at short notice and more,

Sometimes it’s gruel and a secondary role,

With sackcloth and pay of two bits,

Or the World Cup scorer of the winning goal,

With champagne and cake at the Ritz,

Or a perp or a victim, else something between,

Or a king or a sweep or a groom,

A beautiful maid or something obscene,

( or a mollusc in a pool on the moon),

The landscape is endless, possibilities vary,

The movie keeps rolling forever,

No need to react or be sad or contrary,

Or make out you’re wonderfully clever,

The shift is the shift and it’s happening now,

As the storm clouds, they move in advance,

There’s nothing to do but surrender, allow,

And ride quantum waves in a dance.