Month: April 2026

Something was wrong with her limbs and fingers, I could tell by the trembling calculation in every gesture due to whatever illness she had.

When I had first arrived I skirted the front of the cab to get to where she indicated for me to stand beside her on the footpath as her precondition of making the trip.

Her shirt was grey and satiny the blouse open all the way to the waist, also to the weather and my uneasy gaze.

She said with a dark worry there was no one at the facility that day to do the shirt up for her.

Was it right for her taxi driver to stand so close beside the road?

I could see and touch the teak brush strokes in her bouffant hair while dealing dexterously with the first button, then moving lower one by one along the row assaulted all the way by her perfume, then finishing with a proud flourish on the last. 

I had deliberately turned her a little away from the passing motorists who even so must have wondered at the odd couple pressed so closely together. 

Easter Saturday 2026

Ex Hypnopompic Hallucination Feb 16th 2026

… There is a moment between sleep and wakefulness when a commanding voice may be heard, coming perhaps from a drama from further back in the dream. It seems to be the sudden intervening authority of an awesome power …

What to make of the voice and overwhelming presence? 

 It broke through from some other place.

What the other place was, and what it was like, on the other end of this thin briefly connected link, I had no idea.

If such a place existed at all it was impossible for me to understand with any certainty. 

The presence introduced itself in such direct words, as someone might who has never before met or spoken to the other, and now arrived albeit in an explosive sundering of peace and slumber.

The voice as it arrived gave the impression, that it had travelled a long distance; it was gravel edged implying a father’s desperate care, and was incongruously packed into this uneven and intrinsically dangerous I believe matchup of scales of power.

Seemingly it had no visual place to rest, since it inhabited decisively the globe of the unshaded lamp beside where I had been sleeping and which my eyes were now fixated on as if welded.

Nine clear unmistakeable words then were spoken.

They rose in volume with anguished urgency, as if the final separation of this momentary meeting was of its nature about to occur which it indeed was. The last four, which were a command to me that I will not repeat here, were shouted just as the link was dissolving.

This is your god speaking the aged voice first said.

The dawn light now infiltrated the edges of the shift worker’s blackout curtain.

I slept. The presence had come and gone in a few seconds and then was gone forever never to return. 

I remember the inescapable and blinding power.

I remember the anguish it its tone. I sensed in that tone a desperation to soothe and comfort the suffering past and future of all humanity.

I was being called to somehow try to calm the oceans of suffering. I had no idea how.

Did breath stir the air when those words were spoken by my companion in the penumbral space? Was the room silent as before? I would like to know.

As time and experience passed what I experienced and observed that day and also later, became subject to my years of relentless work.

The awesome desperate voice and presence was I still believe a sense of the true underpinning reality of every human being.