One Small Step…


“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.”

Jiddu Krishnamurati.



And when I think that I am on my way back to some type of recognisable normality, I stop. I check where I am and where I have come from. I see the mountains and the storm sodden valleys that I have trekked through. I see the paths that I have taken, winding, self-inflicted, but the way that I had to take.

Ahead of me is the world that I called my previous life and for all its promises, I do not trust it.

Why would you drop a being like that into a chaos of madness and lack of belief if your intention was only to drag them through the pain, head first, to be reborn as the same thing that disappeared in there in the first place. It could be a cosmic joke and that may explain why aliens have never made themselves known on Earth. Perhaps they did send down a few emissaries, but they were tortured, stoned, burnt and crucified. These days they have learnt to keep their distance.

So, my infant yelp is not because of the happiness of taking my first breath.


It is a gasp of disbelief that I may have come so far only to be given what I had before…


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