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Surely one of the most effective ways to covertly control a population would be to make the game so fucking obvious that eventually the population refuses to play it at all? Bear with me. My brain is wandering. Covid did something strange to us collectively. Forget, for a moment, the arguments about where it came from, what governments knew, what pharmaceutical companies knew, whether every measure was justified, whether none of them were, or somewhere in the enormous grey

I had a moment today where my nervous system recognised something before the rest of me had even decided whether there was anything to recognise. Nothing dramatic happened. There was no betrayal. No revelation. No actual evidence that anything was wrong. Just a tiny situation that looked enough like something from my past for my nervous system to go: Excuse me. We have historical data on this. And, to be fair to it, we do. I've been in situations before where I haven't s

I love writing. I love thinking. I love disappearing down rabbit holes, pulling ideas apart, changing my mind, finding another perspective and realising that the thing I thought I understood six months ago has grown another twenty branches. Which makes what has happened since publishing a book very inconvenient. I am absolutely terrified of people reading it. My book arrived yesterday. My actual book. With a cover. And pages. And my name printed across the front in a manner t

I've been wondering what the puppet masters' end game actually is. Yes. I'm using the words "puppet masters". We're going there. I should probably clarify something before we wander too far down this particular rabbit hole. When I say "they", I'm talking broadly about the powers and systems that currently appear to hold disproportionate influence over the direction of our world. Governments, corporations, financial systems, intelligence agencies, global institutions, billiona

My last blog, "This Is Bullshit", has sat with me for two days. And, somewhat unexpectedly, it seems to have been received exceptionally well. People resonated with it. Not because I was telling them anything particularly new, but almost because I wasn't. The overwhelming response has been some variation of: I've thought this too. Some people had apparently wondered whether they were alone in thinking it. Before I posted it, at approximately 11pm because apparently inspiratio

This Is Actually Bullshit I am currently sitting on my sofa watching MasterChef. And I've just had the overwhelming thought: Why the fuck is this interesting to us? Someone has made some food. Someone else has tasted the food. There has been an overdramatically concerned face over a sauce. Somebody's potatoes aren't quite right. Joe might not go through. And apparently I care. Except suddenly, I don't. Because I had this strange moment where I stepped outside of the wh

TO MY MILLENNIAL BROTHERS AND SISTERS Now, if astrology isn't your thing, stay with me. You don't have to believe the planets personally programmed an entire generation for this to get interesting. Because I came across something last night that made me look at Millennials differently. And considering I'm one of them, that's saying something. Apparently, we aren't difficult. It's Pluto. Which is frankly wonderful news, because Millennials have spent years being blamed for eve

Well, I thought I'd worked out what consciousness was yesterday. That lasted approximately 24 hours. In fairness, that's quite a respectable shelf life for one of my theories. I was watching Upload, which is probably already enough information for anyone familiar with the way my brain works to know that I wasn't going to simply watch the programme like a normal person, as hard as I may try. In the series, human consciousness can be uploaded into a digital afterlife. The biolo

My cousin visited the other day. I love her so much. She's genuinely the sister I think I always should have had. When the rest of our family seemed to pick themselves away one by one, for various reasons and in various directions, somehow we remained. Quite often standing beside each other with question marks over our heads. Because... why? But we remained. And in many ways, we are completely different humans. She's a Cambridge-educated vet. Science, evidence, research. She

I'm spiritual and I like a wine. There. I've said it. And apparently, depending on which corner of spirituality you wander into, these two things aren't always supposed to coexist particularly well. Alcohol lowers your vibration. Drugs lower your vibration. Altered states leave you energetically vulnerable. Eat clean. Think positively. Protect your energy. Keep your frequency high. And I'm not entirely convinced it's that simple. I'm not about to argue that alcohol is good fo

I was thinking about an ex earlier. Not in a nostalgic way, before anybody gets excited. I was wondering whether, if I met that exact same person for the first time today, I would fall as deeply for him as I did then. The probability seems fairly low because I'm not the same person who met him then. My reality has altered. The things I know have changed. My understanding of myself has changed. What I want has changed. What I notice has changed. What attracts me, what repels m

Before anyone starts preparing their simulation theory PowerPoint, that's not actually where I'm going with this. I can't prove we're not living in a simulation. I can't prove that this isn't all happening inside the imagination of some enormous cosmic octopus either, so I'm probably going to leave the actual nature of reality alone for today. Not that I'd discount any theory related to that anyway. I'm talking about the human bit. Because when you really start looking at ho

I've been thinking about labels. Not just relationship labels either. This has somehow gone much further than that. I've always tended to want to know what something is. If I care about someone, I want to know where I stand. If something feels important, I want to know what we're doing. I think, for a long time, I've mistaken the definition for the safety. If I know what something is, I know what I'm supposed to expect from it. Except then I realised something rather obvious

For most of my life, I think I've looked towards the outcome. If something felt meaningful, I wanted to know where it was going. If I cared about someone, I wanted to understand what we were. If there was a connection, I wanted the reassurance of a definition. Not necessarily because I needed a particular answer, but because at some point in my life I had learned to believe that knowing the answer would make me feel safe. Except I've realised that the label doesn't create th

Libra Isn't Indecisive I keep seeing posts about Libra that begin with some variation of: "Libra's. Can't make decisions because they struggle to choose what they want." And honestly? No. That's an unembodied Libra. There is a difference between not knowing what you want and knowing that, in some situations, what you want simply isn't the most important thing. Ask me where I want to eat and I'll probably tell you I don't mind. That's not because I have no preferences. It's be

Knowing the Difference Inside Myself Sometimes a feeling hits me hard and won’t let go. It burns bright one minute—like longing, like destiny—then turns heavy, like something I should force myself to drop. Underneath all the noise there’s a part of me that simply knows: this feeling belongs to me, not to any story I’m trying to write. Ego shows up loud and urgent. It spins incessant scenes: what could have been, what still might be, how empty things will feel if I don’t act.

....but youre not losing your mind. Discard the noise. The opinions, the spins, the partisan deflections, the "we already knew" shrugs, the calls for boycotts that fade, the resignations that feel like theater. Discard it all. Go within. Sit with yourself. Breathe into the ache. What do you actually feel about this? The files are out—3.5 million pages, 2,000 videos, 180,000 images dropped January 30, 2026, on the DOJ portal under the Epstein Files Transparency Act. Names of t

In every relationship — friendship, family bond, romance, all of it — something can start to feel uneasy. A pause where there used to be ease. A boundary where there used to be flow. A heaviness where lightness once lived. You feel it instantly. Connection has terms again. Terms rarely spoken with the clarity of truth. We like to believe everything is unconditional — that “good people love without limits.” Real life is less poetic. Humans carry loyalties, exhaustion, fear, ol

Do you ever notice that at the end of a conversation, there’s a little tug — like you need to say one more thing? Not necessarily something big or groundbreaking. Just… something. A soft agreement. A gentle insight. A casual, “completely get what you’re saying.” It’s not always conscious. It’s not about being right or needing to be heard. It’s more like an internal itch — a feeling that leaving without leaving something behind is incomplete. Like the silence might swallow the

Remembering How to Feel Again The re-entry into emotion, connection, and embodied consciousness. --- 1 – The Re-Entry When the universe wants you to understand something, it personalises the lesson. After weeks of downloads about collective numbness, I thought I had the message filed neatly away. Then Spirit smiled and said, “Not yet—you haven’t felt it.” The translation came through a pair of eyes. A conversation I would normally have stepped away from—politics, history,