When, in the current of life, the undiluted flow in which real experiences become infused by those that appear fictional in content, realize, there is no need to worry or deny. These experiences are as real as any other. And it is because of this that I relate to you this story which speaks of how this is. Not just because it is nonfiction but because it is hoped that it can effect the future. At the time of writing future appears bleak. Not on an individualistic level but on all fronts although things have come a long way.
On the 2 weeks preceding Christmas in 2014 a odd figure walks the streets of the City of Edinburgh bearing traditional gifts with magical qualities from an old Marmet carriage pram, in the imaginings of this strange persons mind the vision is of a horse drawn wagon or cart. A tinker of sorts. But of course these are dreams and therefor non existant. Anyone can see that this person does not belong in this time or place. Within the pram there is a worm hole. This person hopes that people can escape this reality she percieves a wrong through this medium, and she does so herself every night. It is, for this thing, a cruel affliction to be forced upon this world. A story for another time. By climbing into the pram she disappears and it folds in on itself but once again that is a story for another time. A return to the childlike nature of playfulness is all that this creature can fathom, why oh why would be grow up, is life not about laughter and fun.
Unlike a conventional stall this one can go on the buses and it is here that the woman is photographed crest fallen and holding a ticket which displays the standard ticket words. Adult....single. It appears in the Evening News but that's not the story that its covering. The story is about how now babies have been granted priority over the disabled. The Forth Reich is alive and well an it breathes its stench across the cities and town of the once Untied Kingdom like a foul smog!
Our story, of course, means nothing to anybody except for this untidy thing because she knows that life is hard on your own and there's no mistake ever in thinking that loneliness can be solved without medication. She knows this because of the other world from which she came. . While outside Saint Giles or while circumnavigating Bristo square people approach attracted by the worm hole. She sells them thimbles that she has made into bells, presenting them as wish makers. She calls them Tinkers Bell's afterTinkerbell from Peter Pan.
One woman approaches and says" How brilliant my friend just gave me this little book of luck and in return I shall buy her one of these". She opens the book and it reads, "Its better to be born lucky than rich. " And that's true you know...she walks off not realizing from that day on all her dreams and wishes will come true because that is the power of the thing she holds.
Next on George the Forth bridge a pair of Spanish tourists buy a bell....also attracted to the worm hole, she loves Tinkerbell...it is no coincidence...she is here because she believes in magic and that is all! A man on middle meadow walk asks to see a licence. He is interested, not angry. It is the pedlars licence and that intrigues him. He talks of the gypsies of Morningside and of the old Scottish travelling families, the Macphees and the Stewarts. How they are different and how theres no sign of them now. The creature says..."well I'm no gypsy, I'm just down on my luck. " To which the man responds. "You are wrong you know, the blood that runs in your veins is both!" He buys a bell for his good lady wife and they continue on their way. Around the corner, by the foot of the old James Guilespies School, the creature walks before climbing into the pram. Here in the shadows of a broad beamed yew tree the touseled one returns to the other domain in which it exists, but like I say that world is another complicated story reserved for another time.
While in the other "real" world a stranger staggers through the night, he has had a bad day, things are not going well for him...he has fallen through the cracks and he doesn't know where he is. He is attracted to the space where the pram once stood and that isn't because of the darkness or anything like that , he is attracted because of the invisible threads, but he knows nothing of that. He's mental, with the drink...flying....and because of that he can see to where the pram has gone. He sees the creature but he knows that its a she, in the other she doesn't wear her dirty disguise. She has hidden herself again. He has seen her before and he cannot take his eyes away from her. As long as I am not describing "the other" till a later date I shall not talk of what happens there for too long. Upon her realization that she has been spotted by another creature from "the other" she knows she has met her match in the world. There is no story to tell apart from that. There was a time for a while that nature tried to keep them apart using chains of distraction but they both knew too well otherwise. They had been together before through time and infinity immemorial and there is something very primal about that. From the very first reflection, which was the division of a cell and not the splitting of an atom.
Reflections...not divisions. You just know when you know. And when you do there is no way back. Just the road of togetherness ahead. And that like I say that is all!
