Yes its getting near Halloween again. I have no feelings much about Halloween, I don't feel it to be any spookier than any other time. I am a Hedge Witch, a follower of the old ways, a Greenman, no I won't be running run naked like a dopey twat.
I'm more aware of things than some are. That film Final destination mentioned it to my delight, the patterns you can find in life if you just notice things, more to do with omens and the whispers of the spirits than electrical cords wrapping round yer neck.
I listen with my ears and my........ I don't know my feelings my very being I don't know what the words are for it.
I type this and as I do I can hear faint music on the air, I call it "The Devils radio" it plays at night when I'm trying to sleep, so feint I'm not sure I even hear it but its there with songs I sort of know but can't quite place, if I go out to listen for it I won't hear it at all, I hear it when I'm not trying.
Then theres the partly in the next room, as if there are 20 people in there but I can only hear them muffled, if I listen at the door the voices die out as if they are all turned towards the door waiting for my next move before talking again.
I do know the difference between hallucinations and what is there and only I can pick it up, I am open to the existence of other realities and so they present themselves to me. The ancient Celts believed that the spirit world could be seen at times out of the corner of yer eye, I used to get followed to work by someone everyday, for some reason they just like to watch probably just glad that someone can see them as if can get frustrating for them talking but no one listening, now you know how trees feel.
I sometimes wish I was a one dimensional mundane type of person in blissful ignorance of their own issues without a deep thought in their head at all, the kind of person I annoy easily when I tell them why they behave in such a way for them to knee jerk deny and get defensive, some people hate to be read they think they are such a closed book.
I envy a life of contentment with being happy working in a dead end job, talking about football everyday and saving for one holiday in Spain a year, no depression, no passion and no brilliance or the pain that goes with it.
Brilliance? is that self-inflation, boasting or telling the truth ? I must try to remember, people actually hate the truth, it scares them.
I type this and as I do I can hear faint music on the air, I call it "The Devils radio" it plays at night when I'm trying to sleep, so feint I'm not sure I even hear it but its there with songs I sort of know but can't quite place, if I go out to listen for it I won't hear it at all, I hear it when I'm not trying.
Then theres the partly in the next room, as if there are 20 people in there but I can only hear them muffled, if I listen at the door the voices die out as if they are all turned towards the door waiting for my next move before talking again.
I do know the difference between hallucinations and what is there and only I can pick it up, I am open to the existence of other realities and so they present themselves to me. The ancient Celts believed that the spirit world could be seen at times out of the corner of yer eye, I used to get followed to work by someone everyday, for some reason they just like to watch probably just glad that someone can see them as if can get frustrating for them talking but no one listening, now you know how trees feel.
I sometimes wish I was a one dimensional mundane type of person in blissful ignorance of their own issues without a deep thought in their head at all, the kind of person I annoy easily when I tell them why they behave in such a way for them to knee jerk deny and get defensive, some people hate to be read they think they are such a closed book.
I envy a life of contentment with being happy working in a dead end job, talking about football everyday and saving for one holiday in Spain a year, no depression, no passion and no brilliance or the pain that goes with it.
Brilliance? is that self-inflation, boasting or telling the truth ? I must try to remember, people actually hate the truth, it scares them.
