I write;I think;I know.

Rumour and Rapture

"You do realize," asked my cat one evening, "that you have no fixed perception of self."

"I am," I nodded, "aware of this."

"Yet you appear," said my cat, "to have little understanding of what this really means."

"On an intellectual level," I admitted, "I'm fully aware of what this means. Emotionally it's troubling. When something causes a shift it creates dissonance, feedback where I need it least. If I find myself without a channel to express my inner emotional conflict I do find I have a tendency to become dysfunctional."

"It certainly fragments your persona," said my cat. "You must have noticed how it's been known to trigger your agoraphobia when it occurs in public."

"Certainly," I replied. "It happened last night."

"Did it," asked my cat as she jumped up beside me. "Care to tell me about it."

"I was watching some trailers for upcoming films," I admitted, "the synchronicities involved with one of them unsettled me somewhat."

"Such as," said my cat.

"Well there's the obvious connection to the Archangel Michael," I admitted, "who was very much in my mind when I was recently discussing the angel question with you."

"I admit," that's odd.

"Then there was the link," I continued, "to the schematics for a mind bomb I'd built a few years ago. Which strangely are still stored in my friends spare bedroom."

"Schematics," queried my cat.

"Yeah," I nodded, "schematics. A simple way I discovered to generate a three dimensional overlay when visualizing higher dimensions. It's probably the thing which allows me to talk to you like this."

"You're not wrong," grinned my other cat.

"I swear," muttered my cat. "So what," my cat asked me brightly, "triggered that linkage."

"Only the number written on the top of a Police cruiser," I admitted, "passed through a US/UK date conversion function. Others would probably claim it's taking coincidence one stage too far, but I'm hyper-sensitive to such things."

"You do," admitted my cat, "have a unique logic to the way you pattern your thoughts."

"Certainly," I smiled, "I find most peoples pattern their thoughts along a singular causal model. Mine tend to pattern into a trinity model which also includes the ability to pattern conceptual relationships."

"Sounds weird," said my cat.

"Certainly," I admitted, "it can be unfortunate when I find myself hyper-processing and forget to verbalize intermediate linkages."

"Unfortunate," queried my cat.

"It's been know to upset others," I admitted, "when I begin spewing what appears to randomness. I mean, I may have a very good reason for relating the story of a white rabbit, but the return on such non sequiturs can be a bit of a lurch."

"I can imagine," said my cat.

"I doubt it," grinned my other cat.

For a moment my cat closed her eyes and began counting to herself.

"If you two could sort it out," I commanded, "I'd me more than grateful."

"Sorry," said my cat, "it's a family thing."

"No doubt," I muttered. "Speaking of which I've finally worked out the third thing that was bugging me about that film trailer."

"Really," asked my cat.

"Indeed," I announced. "Michael's raison d'etre within the plot appeared to be the defence of a pregnant woman against hoards of rampaging angels."

"And the relevance," asked my cat sounding more than a little confused.

"Well at the time I saw the angel I described to you," I admitted, "I was awaiting the birth of my fourth child."

"Sounds a little odd to me," said my cat.

"Me too," I agreed. "Although the whole 'field commander of the Army of God' thing combined with the 'Jesus and the Archangel Michael are the same being' scenario does concern me somewhat."

"I wouldn't worry," said my cat, "I'm sure you'll discover the answer well before the film in question is released. You always do."

"I suspect I just have," I muttered. "And now I come to think about it," I continued, "Gabriel still owes me money."

"You really should try writing fiction," said my other cat.

"I seriously doubt," grinned my cat, "that would help much."