'Further from the Truth' was written about an experience that I had one late evening in July. I needed to get a little reality time after spending a large amount of time locked down (like everyone else), so decided to venture to the beach, sit on the coastal defence boulders, watch the sunset and meditate a little. But like all great and simple plans, fate had different reasons for me to be going to the beach. I'm sure you can relate to life not going as you had planned.

I did not even get a chance to sit on a boulder, let alone a moment of peace. I was to be deprived of both.
I crossed the bridge and was accosted by a man begging me for food and money, I had neither. He appeared to be from the traveling/wandering hippy movement, and then offloaded the contents of his mind all over me.

He just got kicked out of 4 different shops for trying to haggle prices down with the security guards, while trying to steal items, and how unfair it was that he had to pay for things. He asked who where the lords who owned the area? (I felt like I had fallen back in time by 500 years), and when I tried to explain what I knew of the local powers that be, he attacked me with a verbal assault consisting of....Why are you not listening to me? Do you know that they have started to put lead in petrol? Car fumes are safe for humans and the planet! Money is evil, but can I have some? The planet was flat and this theory was going global, and many other interesting dispositions. In which he asked for my feedback, but called my a fascist if I did not just say 'yes, you are right' in the 2 second time slot allocated.

Eventually I was saved by some strangers who pretended to know me and I got away. The simple kindness of communication can really save people.

Naturally, after having such a strange situation playout, when I was already stressed and need some chill time, I wandered into my local safe place to rest, the local graveyard, to process the event.

Clearly this person needed to vent, and fate put me there. The local hippy community has never really gelled with me as I am the Gothic Night representative and they are all sun worshipers. I hold no bias against them, but they do against me, and this was another example of this judgement.
(See the song 'Against the Grain' its written about a similar issue)

This person was not interested in any new scientific theories, to help improve his mind and world view, or an alternative point of view (ironic) to engage in a learning discourse. I was to simple be the vessel of all the evils of human kind and he wanted to vent all his worldly anger upon me, so that I could telepathically transmit this information to the rest of the planet destroying human race. I get used as this transmitter more often than I like, but never get around to telling said individuals, that I don't have that level of psychic talent. But they don't seem to care anyway, its all about their vent.

I understand that the covid lock downs have had a huge mental and physical effect on all of us. But I think that we should really be looking to look after each other a little more, rather than using each other a psychological dustbins. But hey, I guess rational thinking is slightly out of the window at the moment :) (if you can get out of the window :)

Have you ever been stuck in a conversation like this? Do you have any great escape plans? :)

So like always, I wrote a song about this experience, in my way to process the event and to learn from it.
Hope you like it :) Musically, it was a little bit of a step back to the 'Electric Ghost' days :) have fun,

Love ya - Chloe xxx