in the other city the day is sticky and the heat folds in on itself like a heavy blanket, the light configures itself for sunglasses and wraps itself along the natural world like a belt holding everything together. 
i whisper in my sleep to an avenging angel, she says she is high but feels low, i feel low but am high. 
some kind of technology intrudes, maybe some where down the time space line i did get my wires crossed, could happen to anyone, anytime, least of all myself, when i wasn't expecting it. 
caught out but not surprised i guess, ha well it takes a great mind to catch me out and there's proof in that pudding. 
i will wander through the daylight, reading my book and discussing the touchy subject of reincarnation with my long distant friends who are always close by. we travel back together to the days we were in a band, rehearsing in a south london loft. we were not really friends then, i guess he was way ahead of me, i was just some kind of arty punk from the north side of london town. i belted out lou reed / bowie songs and sang the lines, 'crack baby crack give me your head' with a little to much conviction for his liking maybe. ha, i don't know i was just young and dumb.
anyway through some subtle space time manipulation we came full circle, after about 30 years being missing in action he played on snuff music for me, laid down some glam guitar on 'straight outta hell.'
off course i'm still a talentless fool with no idea but we are friends now, and we chat often, he always encourages me for which i am very grateful.
we discuss reincarnation, it's strange how few people around me accept this, choosing a rational approach i guess is the curse of modern times, rationalism is applied to everything and kills imagination. you see it in science, economics, politics and religion to, the enemy of vision. these days there's a terrible sickness to stop magickal thinking, to dumb everyone down into one mono acceptable culture. i warn tez that the next thing we will see is a political control being willed upon the internet because despite being filled with nonsense, hate and distortion it is a true representation of human consciousness as much as we want to aspire higher, the internet is where we are at and the powers that be hate consciousness more than anything, in fact that's what the war is all about.
later i go to look something up, i want to know about transmigration of souls and type it into google, thinking wikipedea will assist. this is what i find.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:SOPA_initiative/Learn_more


so here we have it, congress wants to control the net, once that happens change will be slower, information will go underground but it will still rise, for truth is like that, it can't stay buried. same with your previous incarnations, sooner or later they surface and you find yourself acting out dramas that you have been playing out since time begun. it's all just some weird pattern we have to confront or a doomed to repeat. isn't that right?