Balmy

Yup.. I am not quite the full dozen anymore. It is like this I guess. 40 years of all manner of abuse. You slip up you know. The world gets to you.

One very odd thing is that I see all kinds of ominous going-ons around me. It is like the wool has suddenly been pulled away from my eyes and, there! Right before me! Another story is being enacted. A different play is going on. The other end of conspiracy. An unveiling of sorts.

My own prophetic sight. Deranged and mysterious. I see duality in representation. Two simultaneous enactment of life intersecting and generating little landmarks of things to come.Symbols where there aren't. Meanings where there are none to be found. My very own madgenius vision.. I turned forty into an oracle.

But then it could all be just be a propensity for all things metaphysical. I want to see meaning and symbols where there are none. 40 years knowing yogis and holymen on first name basis can do you in. Send me straight to the madhouse if I am not careful.

When a detached wing of a butterfly ominously floats into my balcony one fair evening, I bugger myself with panic. Oh dear..