It must have been late in the morning when I saw her, holding on to her dead baby. Just with one hand, but she would not let it go. Occasionally looking up, then to the ground, sometimes at the baby, sometimes at the sky, but mainly just looking ahead. No discernible expression on her face, but the eyes were glazed and wet.

Whether the baby died from a fall, or by another’s hand which had proved too strong, I could not tell. There was nothing that I could say that would ever comfort her, even if I spoke the same language. But there was this - communication in its purest nature. No words, no action, just emotion that needed to shared. Immersed in a feeling of utter helplessness. Nothing could be done. Nothing else mattered.

The New Age teachings - that all is vibration, that everything from colour and sound to the essence of all we experience is simply a unique frequency, I expect to be true. Yet no mantra, crystal or meditation could communicate or create truth in the way that raw emotion does.

This shared feeling was so strong that it made me wonder about what was really happening. There we were, both infinite beings, bundled mixtures of whatever existence truly is, somewhere within an infinite range of possibilities, completely helpless, yet in that moment we were as one.

She lifted herself up from the rock on which she was sitting. The little body still hanging limply in her hand, as she climbed on to a new rock. I saw the sign on the fence beneath labelled “eastern chimpanzee”. She didn't even know I existed, but I was there. I could do nothing else.

A theory which most of us have taken as an established fact is that if we give an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters, blah blah – you know it.

Well, I just don't see it. If you give an infinite number of typewriters to an infinite number of monkeys, what you actually get is an infinite number of typewriters broken in an infinite number of ways.

As an example, let’s say an infinite number of people read my short story ‘The Three Trials of Odeiyon’. Then an infinite number should notice that the title was a compound anagram of ‘On the Other Side of Reality’. Okay, so very few have actually read it, or are likely to, but given the feedback that I have patiently awaited, this epiphany is just not going to happen.

I also left some straightforward anagrams to be discovered, but alas they probably never will be.

I liked the classic line in the film Hook where Smee, when introducing the captain proclaimed ‘He is so deep, he's unfathomable!’

It also makes me wonder if Dylan Thomas shared this experience when he named the village Llareggub in Under Milk Wood. Not right to make the comparison though. He was a good writer.

Moving on, but related. You may have come across the 'conspiracy' theory that our world is under the control of reptilian creatures. Not only that, but some are disguised and actually live amongst us.

This idea has been expressed in many stories. Good examples are the old television series ‘V’ and the film ‘They Live’ by John Carpenter. In ‘V’ the creatures have invaded Earth, and can change their appearance from reptilian to human. In ‘They Live’, the creatures have always been in control and hold all senior positions of authority and influence. They too disguise themselves as humanoid, until someone creates sunglasses with special lenses which reveal what they are really like. Not reptilian, but very scary.

I don't have any inside knowledge whether any of this is true, although many people do make such claims.

In the series ‘V’, we have seen that the invaders are hated because they eat people. But are we just hating them for looking after number one? We eat animals. Over the last week, I have eaten pigs, chickens, fish, cows, and probably a lot of other creatures that I am not aware of. I didn't personally kill these creatures, but I ordered and paid for them to be killed so that I could eat them. So yes, I do kill them. Why is that so different from the reptile in ‘V’?

Answer, it isn't.

Perhaps we are all reptiles, just different types. So how can I hate the reptiles in ‘V’?

Answer, I can't, unless it is a hate based on looking after number one.

What I do know is that we as humans are a pretty diverse bunch. Forget about politics and borders, we have obvious physical and I would say other differences. Now consider for a moment if we were all in a sort of parallel world, where we were the same but different. There, we are all reptiles. Some are born rich, some are workers….

Let’s start by learning the true difference between boys and girls. It’s easy once you understand the 2 real facts of life:

1 - Girls grow up and become mature, sensible ladies.

2 - Boys get bigger. And older. But they never grow up.

Of course a very few do, but they’re so boring we don’t need to talk about them here.

So now let’s talk about marriage.

Why on earth do people get married?

It’s simple really, once you have understood the difference between boys and girls, you then see that the real purpose of marriage is to make those seemingly incompatible God given gifts of both men and women somehow work together.

It’s starts with a natural law, based on the fact that you always want what you haven’t got.

This is a universal law. You can see it in action when the opposite poles of a magnet attract. Or, when you throw a ball. Is it content to continue on it’s steady course, rising majestically? No. It sees the ground below becoming more distant and wants it, so makes every effort to join it.

In the same way, girls start to look favourably at those boys that seem exciting and uncontrolled. This is what they want, so they get one.

(I will skip for now the reasons why boys are attracted to the girls. Especially since it’s pretty obvious)

(to continue…) Unfortunately and before too long, this in turn creates the inevitable next step in the natural law. Once the girl has become a mature, sensible lady, she now wants a nice home with nice people to call friends. But there is an obstacle. It is a husband who doesn’t quite fit the picture. In fact he is the diametric opposite what she now needs. She is left with this unruly, unkempt, socially unacceptable, independently minded bloke who seems to want to do everything his own way and of course makes a complete hash of it.

With this realisation, the wife now has one single goal in life. To change her man into something socially acceptable and presentable. And so she embarks an unstoppable campaign to achieve that.

While all this is going on, the man of course has his own role to play. He is a man and has to follow the man’s code. It is his honour-bound duty to do everything in his power to make this process as difficult as possible.

Training rituals are wide and varied. They involve constant persuasion techniques (sometimes mistakenly referred to as ‘nagging’) so that he wears the clothes that she considers appropriate for any given occasion, uses a napkin instead of his sleeve (at least in public) and becomes occasionally useful such as by doing the dishes, helping to make the bed (with hospital corners) and so on.

But his tie will continue to be impossibly crooked and his handkerchief inexplicably stained, while he forgets that he is on working on the car in his best trousers, then comes in and leaves oily footprints on the polished floor, oblivious to the presence of paper that has been carefully laid for him to walk on, then hides those socks that have developed a hole (after all, they are still comfortable and 95% almost perfect). In short, generally making sure that he is uncontrollable. When confronted by his mate he will assume a baffled defence and continue to present a puzzled expression and claim that he is amazed regarding where that dirt could possible come from. And certainly how that carburettor came to be found in the sink with the white spirit remains a complete mystery.

You will see by now that in this way both husband and wife will continue to have a meaningful and fulfilling existence. It is probable that neither party will ever fully achieve their goal, but both will have the satisfaction of a jolly good job well done by giving it their best shot.

And teachers teach what they have been taught. Doesn't mean we are right. If you don't repeat what you have been taught, then you fail your exams, or you can get thrown out of your profession. That is the system.

I'm not going to give a full argument for any opinions. They might be sometimes taboo or politically incorrect, but they are just alternative theories. There is no reason why I should know better than you. If you haven't already followed both sides of the arguments, look for yourself, and if you think looking for yourself means repeating what you are taught, or accepting the mainstream news as true, there is no hope.

Fossil fuels. We have been told that oil is the decomposed remains of vegetation and dinosaurs. Many dispute that fossil theory. It doesn't make sense when so much oil is found over seven miles under the earth. Do I know? Of course not. Do you?

Some say that oil is a natural product of our living organic planet. If it is, then shouldn't it be replenished naturally? If you lose two of the eight pints of your blood, it is recreated and quickly.

The Moon and the Sun. Lots of challenges to what these are. Look them up. We are assured that they are natural celestial objects. So what are the odds of the sun appearing as exactly the same size as the moon during an eclipse? Just asking. How is it that we see sun rays through gaps on a cloudy day at 45 degrees when it is so many millions of miles away? Weird.

If anybody used a car made by the late 1960’s technology, they would know the moon landing was just a silly idea. The cheapest most rubbish telephones now have a thousand times more capacity and computing power than was available on the biggest computer then. And why haven’t we been back?

Why is the film industry trying so hard to convince us that women are as masculine as men, when there is so much to be proud of in being feminine? Films are full of stunt actors and computer graphics to convince us that this is so. Yet when we look at men dressing up in women's clothing, it is rightly considered as unacceptable for them to compete in womens’ sports. And why do they do that? Presumably because they can’t compete as men. And why do some try to pass off as women anyway? If you’re an ugly bloke, you’re sure not going to be an attractive lady.

On the same subject, why do some politicians have wives that are reported to be masculine? Perhaps it's just hurtful propaganda(?), but it’s started me thinking about ‘V’ and ‘They Live’ again...

Dinosaurs. I believe that they were bright pink and sang pop songs. Does anyone know any better? If you believe everything that you’re presented with, I can go to the beach and sell you a fossilized dinosaur toe for a small fortune.

Almost all of history. Each episode was written by the winning team and the losing team's records are almost non-existent. Perhaps they were a bit embarrassed to record what happened, or more likely their records were destroyed.

All theories relating to ‘the origin of’ are just guesses and subject to change, ditto with ‘what happened to’. The same goes for ideas on what it's like on somewhere we haven't visited or at some time we haven't been. There is always some evidence, agreed, but often contradictory and padded out with lots of guesses.

The history of the British Empire has been changing fast over the past few decades. Stories are written and revised depending on the prevailing attitudes. It will become the same with America, as it was for Rome, and China etc. History, like so much else, depends on who you talk to, when and what they were taught, and what they want to believe.

Frequencies. They have to be real, and similar vibes get together. However it's a long shot to claiming that I create my world. I've tried repeatedly, concentrating hard on my creation, like a constipated chicken trying to lay an egg. We want to believe, but I think John Lennon got it right when he said, "Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans."

I'm sure you can think of more.

So where am I going with this? I would expect that some of you are already hot under the collar, but fret not. I expect that a part of what we are told is right and other parts are not. We just don’t know which is which.