In the cloudy backwash of last weekend's full moon, strange creatures are emerging from the depths. As though the supersonic blasts of sun and moon, frequencies and fuckery, keep conspiring to dissolve the barriers to necessary change.

In the 1920s Dr Dolittle introduced us to the fantastically perplexing creature, the lesser known Pushmi Pullyu. It boasted two heads at each end of its body, each with a mind of its own. Its remarkable form was built on both magic AND on the coordination and cooperation of opposites, requiring one part of the creature to be moving backwards in order for it to get anywhere.

He was by my front door just as dawn broke, a welcome sight after the long dark night. Mantis medicine is meditative and patient, biding its time and ever keeping a clear head. The natural state of this insect prophet who sees beyond the mundane world and its grievances.

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly and directly and actually our thoughts create our immediate reality.