will the real me please slow down

Today I am listening to Mike Scott and it was a wonderful disguise.


Being busy.
Being very busy.
The faster we move the less we see the less others see us.


There is an HG Wells story about speeding up your own time frame, so that everyone else seems to be moving very slowly, Mr. Wells likens it to how a Bee must feel: as though it exists in a parallel universe.
In the story the character who gains this power realises that he can now intercept peoples lives now for good. He can move obstacles out the way of folk before they trip and fall. He can now observe that which passed him by before, a lady of poor means staring into a shop window with longing for the item within and he can really take time to see her and to understand her and help her.


Speed is a wonderful disguise. 


I re-read an old children's book from the fifties 'The Fitton Fourposter' this week. I had bought it from a charity shop in Nottingham during a time of recovery from acute anxiety.It held within it a strong timeless tonic. A soothing balm. A steadfast panacea. The pages were thick and tanned and in it four high school kids foil a bank robbery and capture the robbers who had hid 'the loot' in a museum.


Rose tinted spectacles are a wonderful disguise.


Once upon a time, a long long time ago. So long ago that it was in black and white. So long ago that only I and my invisible friend remember it. 
Well once upon a time there was a thing called Sunday.
The day once called Sunday was a pretend day.
It was a day you could use to hide from the other days. 


Eliminating the pause button is a wonderful disguise.


Mike Scott explains his inspiration  “I was living in the Findhorn community in the mid 1990s and started to see divinity in peoples’ faces, in their eyes... changed the way I look at life and other people forever, ... I realized everyone really is the same deep underneath, with the same longing to love and be loved. Behind all our appearances, as one writer says, ‘There is only one of us here.’