Ever thought of dying totally unholy?

Yesterday, upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn't there

He wasn't there again today

I wish, I wish he'd go away...

Ah. This one.

Yes. Now do you understand?

I never understood until now what was actually happening, but eventually as with most things, the answer was revealed in time.

Those mysterious events in your life that you don't quite comprehend. They are never anything pleasant, are they?  Rather they are troublesome, worrying and sometimes downright frightening. Confusion reigns. Because you don't understand what is happening with your life. And then a woman visited me, she said that someone had been writing her letter's, saying the most terrible things about me and my family.

An old enemy? Neighbour? Disgruntled colleague?

I thought so too, but she said no. Guess again.  And then she told me who the anonymous writer was. I was shocked. But then again.

Jealousy.

Yes, probably, but so much venom, so much hatred, the letters were more than disturbing. How could I not have known? 

No, how could you possibly have  known?

I thank god that woman told me, but she herself was troubled and worried about this person's sanity, and my safety. As she stated, it was overkill. I was advised to say nothing to anyone about anything,  leave quietly before someone got killed.  Which I did. I've had life threatening situations before, but not like this.

 As in all matters,  eventually a clue is exposed, and then you begin to put the  pieces of the puzzle together. This is clarity, something you get during those rare moments of lucidity. That happened to me following my transition. Everything became startlingly clear. I sought the counsel of my Guru in London. He's high on the spiritual ladder. A sadhu.

I knew you'd have one of those somehow.

Well they are the enlightened.  And initially you feel like you're going crazy. A Sadhu puts everything back into perspective and put you on your pathway to learning. Understanding your own spiritual journey.

I was stood leaning against the car one night. It was pitch black outdoors. Nothing, no light no sound. And then suddenly a ball of light dropped into the tree in front of me. Then another, and another. As I turned to race back indoors, I noticed a blue light glowing from inside my car. Then I knew these were events beyond my control and I had to learn to embrace them instead of run away. 

What happened next?

I saw the man who wasn't there. And I've seen him several times since too. Last night I walked into an empty house, or I thought it was empty. The lounge area was darkened except for light from the TV screen. The sofa had become a bed, almost filling the entire room. The man stood up, he embraced me. His hair was dark and dishevelled, I noticed he had shaved one side of his head. He asked me if I understood, I told him I did, and let's get out of here for a shortwhile. Go and seek some light. He agreed. But he was weak, and he struggled. I stayed with him until he disappeared. He seemed happy, he smiled at me as he vanished into thin air. But he will reappear at some stage.

What stands out in your memory?

I was struggling to light the central heating boiler, it was brand new and had recently been fitted. The engineer showed up and told me there was no way it wasn't working, it was new and there were no faults showing on his handheld meter.  The motherboard was replaced, but it still wouldn't work. That's when he found a black plastic bin liner deliberately placed inside in the flue, to stop the fumes from escaping. The new boiler had a safety feature to prevent carbon monoxide leaking back into the house. Because the flue was blocked it wouldn't switch on. 

Who blocked the flue?  The same person who wrote the letters?

Well the Police said it could be an attempted murder as they had heard something but didn't want to go into it right there and then. It was logged and we were given security. 

So you are all dead, and the murderer removes the blockage from the flue and it's presumed you died of Carbon Monoxide poisoning - the perfect crime.

But who would do that?

Someone who has killed before and has no conscience about it. The first thing the Police do when someone is murdered is look for someone who has done it before.

But what if he has never been caught before?

And what if it's the perfect murder? Goes undetected?

No, it would have been detected. I had a camera on the door. I saw who did it. This person is dangerous. I'm ready to leave now. 

You shouldn't even be here. Here, sign this and go. 

Thanks. Where's Frenchy?

He's outside the gates waiting for you. Tiny Fair.. Be careful out there.

I'm safer out there than you know.

You know I've been watching you.

Hello Mr Sadhu.

You have a scent, I have noticed this scent before on only certain people.

Really? Not Dior then?

No, it's deeper than that. You have the scent of one of the chosen few.

Oh shit. I'm not sure I can go there with you on that, it's kind of cultish.

Call it what you like, I know the scent. And you have it.

Frenchy, pull yourself together, we are going to Miami.

What for?

I have to go to the Island's.

Their issues are not my fault.

Not my circus, not my monkey's.

Once upon a time in a small village, there lived a young woman who was the target of jealousy and hatred from an unknown enemy,  someone who pretended to be her friend but who was most certainly not. Who attempted to murder her out of envy for her beauty and kindness and perceived happiness and success.  However, she survived the evil plot and exposed the lies of the evil monster, who was eventually banished from her life for their wicked ways. Despite the hardships she faced, her resilience and courage prevailed, proving that even in the face of darkness, goodness will always triumph over evil.

Yeah, I kind of like that. Very Princessy. You check the flights?

Yes we can get one first thing. But let's shower and eat. Cipriani's I think. Here's the cab.

Oh no, it's the same driver with flames coming from his head..