Celobrasion.

It was a Sunny afternoon, not like most to be honest but I couldn’t celolbrasian my brain into gear!

The pen just sat between my finger and thumb it was as if I had a seizure; stiff, and eyes all wide and weary.

I could hear through the ceiling from the bedroom using my celolbrasian in my brain cells to open my motor neurones to allow the blood flow back into my brain. An image of where I had left my phone.

I was due an important phone call from my friend who was in a country that was in turmoil.

I could see with the celobrasion children with their legs bent backwards and mothers with babies all dead in rubble.

I used my celebrasion ; the only way I could describe it was it like a porthole opening in the room and images and sounds then enter your head. It’s most difficult.

Especially when suffering with psychosis to what is actually real and what is human interpretation.

However you muddle through with your celebrasion; you either trust or you just put headphones in and try to blank everything out.

It’s quite common for celebrasion it’s just not acceptable for us to see or hear things after the age of seven so we loose our celebrasion. It can be a curse or a blessing at times; all you know is that what is in front of you something so much bigger has walked and cleared the path before you.

With my celebrasion I love to link into peace, love and harmony, it’s like listening to someone on the drums strumming with feathers , we all join in harmonic overtones.