Day of the Lucas, Scratches in the Night.

The effects of time/space relocation are playing with my mind in the most extraordinary way.

I was collected from the airport by my dear friend Lucas at 7am, who drove me home to a screaming reception by some close friends (including a beautiful, nourishing breakfast by another good friend Lucas - who also happening to be celebrating his birthday). I had a beer as well, with the full intention to burn brightly into the early evening, however the quiet, luring atmosphere in my control capsule had me closing the hatch and sealing myself within at around midday and setting all the stereophonic settings to "Explosions In The Sky".

Aided by these dream-like rock orchestra instrumentals, I threw away the advice of every single person who I have encountered and discussed any matter regarding jet-lag and slept like a log. An out of control tree trunk hurtling down the steep valley of fatigue. Right in the middle of the day. The rules were to stay awake until evening. I failed the test.

Thus, at the witching hour, I am still wide awake. Laa-laalaaa, SOOO AWAKE! I'm sore, and thinking too much about the crazy designed airline seats that are made for people who are tiny and only have one buttock/leg. If anything could make me rant, it would be on the subject of the comfort provided by airlines in economy class. I have ranted about this subject before, and will save you all another by changing topic, mysteriously.

I've been offered a job at the beginning of next week, but the more I think about it - I really need to stick by my plan for a great escape. Let someone else do it. There is so much swirling around in my head (all in a good way of course), I need to get off the crazy train and hit the skids. A random text message from a  complete stranger prompted me to this standing by my morals.

I've got a list of important things that I need to do: Live a little. Love a lot. Be extraordinary. Shine the golden beacon at the clouds swirling above the city and discover the meanings of wonderful, intoxicating dreams. Smile. Bear hugs and imitation Irish jigging. Long conversations that meander for days. Discovery. Enlightenment. Enchantment. Laughter. Light. Sing for a Goddess. Listen. Learn. Reveal my super powers to the world. Enjoy. Give thanks to a universe for all that there has been and ever will be.

It's hard to focus. Time dilation inside my cranium, green rolling fields still on the insides of my eyelids. Words spoken by a voice I have not yet heard echoing in my mind. If I sleep, will wake again in the now? A normal day, washing clothes and making calls? No, I'm not ready for that. I'm going to fly in the night, around the moon. I'll settle in to the nest in my cave just before sunrise and sleep. And then, no matter what happens - awaken in a golden age of freedom.

I just looked at my worlds clock to see that it's after 3pm over in Ireland. It's all so confusing. I'm 7 hours behind behind where I actually am. I'm trying to be quiet and keep still, mindful that some people have to work tomorrow. I had best stop my tapping, I don't want to drive us all mad.