What on earth has happened..?

I’m consumed by a feeling that I’ve been here before and flung into a mysterious experiment... location: Monmouth. Everyone I meet I’ve met before, but where? Another life or am I part of an experiment in cryogenics or time travel? 

It happens on a daily basis. 

I want to tell groovy X with short hair who used to be a newspaper editor and now keeps bees and has mud under her nails from outdoor work … that even though we’ve just meet we know each other really well. We have probably danced the night away at many a festival? I can see it in her eyes. Or the lovely ex professional internationally acclaimed horse rider who wears all seasons in her face and exudes warmth that we too have met a lot somewhere before. Even the woman who I chatted to at swimming classes and liked so much who now strangely gives me a frosty look in Waitrose. Perhaps she harbours some grievance from a playground scrap we had aged 6 or fight after too much Thunderbirds over who was going to smoke the last B n H, aged 16? 

I managed a new yoga class this week (first in years) with the bird of paradise K who I did in fact go to art college with her when I was 19. But I knew the teacher, her face and way all chimed deep. We went out for coffee with half the class and I knew them all, long haired artists, even the wife of the bbc wildlife photographer…but yet apparently I haven’t met them before? 

However, there are new characters too and they are all Welsh. So I think I’ve never lived in Wales before! This lot hit a different note one of sincerity, transparent warmth and perhaps I pay more attention as their story is unchartered territory. 

Am I part of a new age reality show and all the characters have been hand picked and placed in Monmouth? How does the show unfurl I wonder. Will they all come forward with particular tests or challenges or turn out to be the personification of different virtues and vices in civilian clothing. What feels most likely is that there will be a grand finale at a hilltop temple, perhaps The Kymin, when we will dance around a pyre and have to state allegiance to the blue way or the red way. …But that is mere speculation at this point. To be continued
The Kymin By Lynda Jones

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