Felicity

On this very hour, at this very moment, one hundred years before seven o'clock, right there in the blazing midday sun, my popsicle melted. Ice pop we used to call them in England. Those were the days! I melted it by the power of my wisdom teeth. My wisdom teeth had come through hotter than the sun, hotter even than Sirius! And to prove this very fact, I used to melt ice pops between

my teeth, in three seconds flat. People would pay to come and see me do this. It was a lark.

So, back to the beginning. One hundred years before seven o'clock, I'd been there. In England. Lazing in the park in the midday sun. What a beautiful day it was! My leg was starting to ache from the breeze. I was very sensitive in those days, and even a slight breeze

could send my muscles off-kilter. It was the left leg, which was pointing towards the east, where the hot breeze was coming from. Emanating from some Arabian desert far far away. "So there we have it!" I told the child staring at me in awe, "A fully melted ice pop. Shall I melt yours now too?" The child laughed and turned

away from me as if to say, "Certainly not! This ice pop belongs to

me!" I chuckled and carried on my way. Away from the park. Away from the breeze. Away from that world.

Back to a quarter to ten on the moon. Yes, we do tell the time on the moon in a similar way to how we used to do it in England, except it moves at a different rate. We still say quarter to ten and half past eleven and all that malarkey. Time is relative anyway, I think that's what that old man with the strange hair said. It's certainly bent by perception, I can tell you that with certainty! There's a spider on my windowsill and I'm going to call him George. George is a kind little chap. He helps me catch flies. That is, if we ever had flies on the moon - of this I'm less certain. In any case, there aren't any flies here on the moon now, and I give all credit to George. Beautiful man-spider. George is my friend. I talk to George when I'm not talking to you. I talk to George in other languages which you don't yet understand. One day you will understand them. Today is not that day. Everything in its time. This you will come to learn.

I suppose you want to know what I'm writing to you about. Ice pops and spiders, and the moon. Yes, all these things, but there's something else. I need to tell you about your Mother. She has some information for you from this realm. She wants you to know how

beautiful it is here, and how beautiful you are to her, as she looks at you from here. She watches you all day long as she stands by your side. She wants to tell you how she came to know me. I am your Guardian Angel, my name is Felicity. That's because I am always very happy. When your mother came here, I helped her regain her stability and knowledge that you are safe and well. I showed her the ropes, so to speak. She was looking a bit lost, so I picked her

up and just showed her how to do it all! It's so easy peasy, and we want to show you too. When you were walking out by yourself this morning, we decided to shine the sun extra hotly on you, to try and get you to notice us. You didn't, of course, too engrossed in the worries of the day to give a thought to Felicity or your dear Mother! We kept shining anyway, and something did filter through to your awareness, you felt warm and a little bit safer in your skin. You even noticed the splendid shape of the big Oak Tree on your way through the park. She waved to you with her big leaves and managed to get your attention, if only for a moment. A beautiful sacred moment. When you got inside your house your hand went instinctively to the back of your neck, you were aware of some tense, hot sensation there. This part of your neck is where you like to store a lot of your worries from the day. We notice you hoarding them all there in just the same way that you hoard your unpaired socks in your sock drawer. Well, today was different, wasn't it? You paused for a moment there, and we whispered to you to linger and just feel those sensations as they flowered more fully into your awareness. You recognised the pain and felt a small sense of relief

as you let some of it go. We felt it too. This is good, Jonathan. Keep doing this.

This morning, your Mother was flying over the horizon while you washed the dishes. If you’d looked up and out of the window, you’d have seen her over the fields behind your house. She was blessing the crops in the fields, and blessing you as well of course! I was up here chatting to George, he was teaching me how to build webs, it’s very simple but also quite complicated. I’ve never been a spider before but I am considering a spider incarnation in the near future so I feel it is a useful skill for me to learn. In other news, Barry sends his love, and the brown speckled hen from that book you used to enjoy when you were four years old is real, as is Humpty Dumpty. They would like you to become a vegan, but they also respect your personal choice and say it is up to you. To be honest, death and suffering are only illusory concepts so I can’t really see what all the fuss is about! I suppose that’s all for today. We’ll hear your response through the thought waves, or you can send us a letter to any address you fancy. We are omniscient. Until next time, au revoir!