Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Friday, April 21, 2017

the man comes fixes the leak, it's a big job, it's expensive so i head away to see my accountant and have lunch with an ex girlfriend. my accounts are fucking desperate, things slide from bad to worse but i spin some numbers and do some fiscal juggling, throw chance to the wind and see what happens. it could be my ruin but i feel it may be a salvation of sorts.
lunch is nice vietnamese vegetables, some green tea. i enjoy the company to be honest, it's been a long time since i saw this girl and she's still kooky and smart. we should never have had a relationship, we were to alike, and it was nuts. like really nuts but wow, we created so many dramas and left so much damage in our wake. now, older wiser we are battle worn and jaded. i should have never had a relationship but we should have gone into business, we worked very well together.
i show her some picture of jake and tell her about my brain injury. she laughs i laugh and i guess we just laugh.
'are you happy,' i ask.
'good. i couldn't bear to be unhappy on my own.'
it's a strange old life.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

the trees have roots, they penetrate some pipes that carry water, the pipes are copper and cannot defend themselves against nature. water bursts out from the surface, my tropical garden swamped with a new wet look, mosquitos, snakes and crocodiles, slip through all defences  quickly environments transform and i see prehistoric conditions at my front door. 
i have to call a plumber, he says 2pm but comes at 5pm. he charges me for the pleasure of telling me they have to dig up the whole front, maybe pull out trees and adjust my water pressure. 
i sign the line. it's costing a small fortune, a big one to me, but it has to be done. 

over the last few months i was having liaisons with a new agent, she was in training and doing very well on her assignments. i liked her, despite the poor communication and unpredictable moods and what appeared to be a wobbly domestic situation. the situation between us was good, it seemed to suit us but she decided to end it as she had the chance for a relationship. 
i will call her agent L for want of a better name, we never developed far enough to formalise the arrangement but she was progressing well and i often looked forwards to our adventures. agent L amused me in a strange way, i would have liked to have kept her but her needs for a saviour were not quite in line with my need to save. i just don't save. sometimes i wish i could but that's not my role in this life. 
anyway it's been about a month since she started her 'relationship' and i hope it's working out for her but there is a little void in me that requires filling. i am a poor slave of my own appetites. 

Thursday, April 13, 2017

anyone who understands the state of play right now is lying through their teeth, allegiances are shifting, aircraft carriers and nuclear subs are an their way as north korea gets ready to take south korea down with it. some where some one will bomb some one else. good guys bad guys, it don't matter now. 
assad fights isis, isis fights everyone who is not isis, russia helps assad, europe wants to fight russia, everyone is someones enemy and something has to give.
the fact is the war was coming as the usa and china are in deep debt. there is no way out after every other developed nation decided qualitative easing was the solution. the only way out is the war machine. it's like the default button for unimaginatively dumb people, and their dumbness knows no border. 
this is going to be a long weekend. 
i have no idea if something will happen but everyone seems to be taking a position, the deck is clear, the pieces are falling in position. i guess we will know on monday. 

left wing politics is so dumb i couldn't possibly support any of it, what a load of morons. unfortunately the right is only marginally better / worse. the centre is unrepresented and these days because university has failed to educate a generation the centre is now the left we are heading for abject misery and repression. once beautiful truths and political ideas were worth fighting for, feminism, sexism, racism ect but these causes have been so dumbed down by the left they are worthless unless your wanting to make some gesture of tokenism. 
a classic example are the useless journalists, let's take nikki savva who has written in the australian for many years, won many awards and is loved by the abc and the followers of barry cassady like clones who think they have an intellectual bone somewhere in their body because they sit on a panel with other morons.
for many many years nikki savva has supported the liberal side of politics. then suddenly she began to start writing outrageous lies about the new prime minister tony abbott. it was sudden and shocked a lot of people, and her words were stained  with a vindictiveness that i found disturbing. not that she was alone, every left wing journalist was after abbott, it was a witch hunt to bring down the man. the man the left had hated for years. sure he's a clown of a man, but he had won an election by a landslide and the people liked him. 
nikki wrote such hateful pieces she was adopted by the left, and she elevated malcolm who was not only leaking to her continually but had his eye on the prize. he wanted to usurp the pm. 
along with the left wing media this happened. abbot was replaced by turnbull who made a nasty speech about abbott and relegated him to the back bench. 
now, because i am an astute political animal i saw the future play out. it is nothing to do with abbott being a better pm, the writing was clearly written upon the wall years before the coup. 
turnbull is an egoist, a man driven by wealth which he has, and power which he had and lost. he wanted to feed that drive and that drive only. he is a man that speaks without saying anything, a very modern politician. 
abbot is a man who not only voluntarily worked as a surf life saver, as a bush fire ranger and had a sense of community value he took the liberal party back from the clinically dead to win by a huge majority. he was a man of the people. he had a mortgage  his wife was a child care worker.
but the left wing are a bunch of immature bubble living fools who not only hated him without cause, they collectively pooled their resources and set out to destroy him, and put MT in the seat.
they had no idea that the public would react unfavourably to MT who  although a politician has no skills at being one. his karma is so visible and it will end in tears for him.
abbott made terrible mistakes, yet he was honest about them, he was inept in front of the camera, he was facing a firing squad from people who hated him, with the same irrationality they hate everything non left wing. hate hate hate, mindless fucking hate. 
exactly the same way they hated trump, hated brexit, hated isreal, hated free speech, hate within a bubble is an interesting energy. 
it always implodes upon it's generators.
the list of mistakes MT has made are far to long to write about, but the biggest one is he will loose the election because he lost his base. he paid 2 million for his prime ministership, he bought his power, abbott at least worked for it. 
nikki sava writes today about blaming abbott for MT's failing in the polls. she write's about abbott everyday, endlessly using him as a scapegoat, she even won a prize for her book claiming abbott had an affair with his political strategist. as usual the book was a complete fabrication, she never bothered to interview the people she accused, nor seek out the story, it was a hatchet job promoted by the left for the left and it became a best seller as it was promoted by the abc as some sort of great revelation. a book of lies nikki savva. you are not a journalist, your a propagandist and the decent thing to do would be to stand up and admits that your husband works for malcolm turnbull and you have used your position to elevate him. 
most australians hate MT.
he won by one seat.
and pretty soon the game will be up for them all.

a word to the left. for a change allow people who have a different view to speak their truth without  dragging them off to the human rights commission or bulling the crap out of them on anti social media or calling them names.
i was once a socialist but now i find them the most sexist, racist  nasty vindictive bunch of people i've ever encountered. socialism now is the fascism i hated as a youth and like a lot of ex socialists i see the hypocrisy clearly.   
and now the chickens are coming home to roost.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

under big full moon, watching it rise from the roof of the apartment where me and the people are staying. it's a beautiful evening with a chill in the air, colours are vibrant in the last few moments of crystal dusk, pinks and splendid splash of red, a yellow moon looks down upon the inoculated city. i see the hive from a new perspective, checking out landmarks with my birds eye view we crowd a balcony with red wine, laughter and silliness.
later i eat a big dinner and drink very good wine with the people, oh yeah big night out with tickets to give away. i wander around outside the venue talking to random people, offering two tickets for free. a romantic couple get the gig, rickie lee jones. i am inside the small club, it's filling with jazz cats fast, everyone drinking their drinks and talking like philosophers. i'm wearing black and have my beatnik beard, find a seat around the corner from the be bop stage and tune into some old framed photographs of the cool age. 
i meet some new people, bump into old friends, i am the centre of attention unwanted, it's a crazy night out, rickie lee jones is unwell, she's overdosed on cough syrup, how rock and roll she jokes. she's fighting a cold, her band are very young and accomplished she's okay, not really my cup of tea but you know...
i return to the apartment, have a shower and try to fall asleep in a big room. it's uncomfortable, i can't sleep, tossing and turning around like some sort of fish in it's last throws. 
it's a nightmare. i'm fucking exhausted. 
when i tune out it's deep. float tank deep. 
in the morning we drive to newtown for coffee, it's very nice wandering around like a over tired, over worked, unwashed and dazed jazz butcher. i sneak into a book shop, i eat some sort of hipster breakfast. in glebe now, we drink coffee with a strange man who insists we are invading his personal space as he makes his mobile phone calls, 'it's a fucking cafe man, not a monastery,' i whisper with my inner city edge.
we are heading home now, she drives in and out the lanes, foot down hard like a female steve mcqueen, like a groovy getaway driver. 
everything bleeds out from the day, centrifugal force has sent me to the edge, spinning on my orbit with a shower and my own bed.

Friday, April 07, 2017

finally the sun returns, thankfully i can get through my laundry, sort out the chores that i have been unable to do, it only takes a few hours but wow, it feels good. 
there's been some minor damage from the downpour, gutters need cleaning, mud needs moving from the driveway, some electrics need fixing, the pond is ravaged. i do most of it but the electrics calls for an expert. 
$200 down at least my oven works and apparently some dodgy dangerous wiring has been sorted. 
'jesus i can't believe you have been using this for four years and survived?' 
'guardian angel,' i tell the sparky.

Sunday, April 02, 2017

so much rain, i drive through what is like an ocean. the freeway traffic slowed down to a sort of weak pulse. i drive blind, even the tail lights in front are just washed out by the rainfall. torrential is an understatement. 
cars are almost stationary, my module has all comforts, i'm listening to some 'speed of stars' it all makes sense when you have the right soundtrack.
the drive usually takes 40 mins, it took me 110 mins, i usually drive at 120k, i was at a crawl most of the way. once a truck sped past me going the opposite way, a huge wave of water rose out of the bleakness, i couldn't see it clearly, it was just a blur but as it hit my car it sent me into the other lane. i don't know what these truck drivers were doing, thinking they are invincible, making a deadline, it's crazy they pay no heed to conditions. 
when i get to where i am going the driveway is flooded, no access. there's no way i can get to the door unless i have a canoe.
the weather is nuts here at the moment.
later i see on a tv some shots of the north, devastation, whole towns drowned. queensland suffers worst but northern nsw also cops the brunt. it's a hard land, hard country, a massive shark gets thrown out of the ocean onto the streets. imagine that!

Thursday, March 30, 2017

grumpy captain mission has a few days snoozing away catching up on sleep, drained of energy and depleted i lounged around watching some tv shows, i made a paella and baked a batch of healthy savoury muffins. i saw a couple of movies, 'life' and 'ghost in the shell.'

life- i was expecting the usual fare, space station picks up some alien thing and it kills them one by one and that's pretty much what you get. the only difference is the characters and acting are exceptional. i really was on the edge of my seat as the players all were convincing. but what makes this film so much better than the usual is it's ending. 

ghost in the shell - i'm a huge fan of the two anime films so i was interested to know how it would transfer into the film medium. these days you can do anything with special effects and this film proves it, it's beautiful in most parts and scarlett johansen plays the major very well, in fact all the characters are well cast, i didn't have a problem with johansen not being japanese. what made the excellent premise of the movie fail was the last 20 mins which i felt lacked all the intelligence of the previous. it was a classic hollywood ending, predictable, pointless. underwhelming in the lack of imagination. it's a shame as this inconsistency plays a huge impact in the over all reach of the idea, i wish they had not used focus groups and stayed true to some sort of imaginative and intelligent conclusion, i'm pretty certain a japanese director would have done this. 

Monday, March 27, 2017

sensitive information slides through, someone made an error in their firewall and now several agencies are hot on the heels of the master cyber - verifier known as captain mission.
he has used several alies in past activities, captain kaos, captain impossible, captain missionary, captain unnecessary, captain stimulating, captain alternative, captain mainstream, captain elemental, captain voodoo, captain hologram, captain cute, captain less, captain lost, captain extra dimensional and others that slip under the radar, suffice to say, we know he is a slippery character and dangerous. after all anyone who does not follow the twitter feeds, facebook politics and socialist green adgendas must be somewhat slippery. 
we cannot allow people, individuals thinking for themselves, we cannot accept individuals who will not conform to the left political agenda, sanctioned by our beloved united nations.
that's why we have judges and magistrates, local councils and various oblique investigative units cleverly under cover of human rights activists.
cyber crimes seeks out facebookers, twitters and bloggers who may challenge the normative codes of propaganda.
we discovered when someone he knows on his face book page posted a photograph of what was claimed to be millions of muslims marching against isis. the image came up in his feed and we were alerted that he did not repost it as we expect all good citizens to do. instead of unquestionable loyalty to the cause he chose to conduct his own research into the image and discovered the whole story to be fake.
isn't it all.
yes but some are more fake than others as some pigs like to point out.
anyway alerts have been issued, we will catch this captain and make an example of him. 

Sunday, March 26, 2017

'i am a stranger loop, it cannot be denied. i wouldn't mislead you about that. however strange you think it is, it's far stranger.' 
'weird?' she asks with the innocence of a parisian whore.
'yeah slightly but let's just keep it at strange for the moment.'
'mmm,  that's interesting.'
'turn and face the strange.' 
'who said that?'
'ch ch  ch changes.'

Sunday, March 19, 2017

i miss my son, he's far away from me and although we skype and call i wonder if he feels close to me or i'm just some irritating adult in his life. he's become very english whereas i became an alien. his star is on the rise while mine is fading, i guess i'd like to be closer but i can't hack the uk although the last two weeks in sydney... i may as well be in england it's rained so much.
jake is a great guy, but i don't think he has time for me these days. that happens don't it? 
as i try to get closer to my own dad my son is distant from me like some strange family constellation, we are all on our orbits.
and while i try to get closer to my dad my mother repels me away from everything with her strange behaviour and madness. i'm on an strange path now, no conjunctions in sight, quite alone and distant from anyone. i'm in a part of the universe where not much light reaches. deep space baby. i'm in deep space. 
strange conditions dictate my circumstances, i'm no slave but i am trapped by forces i can't control. i sometimes wonder about the idea of freedom, in the true sense of the word. 
just how free am i?
how free are you?
on a sliding scale where do i sit, somewhere in the middle maybe. if i chose to be freer what do i sacrifice what do i gain. is it real? does it have value? how do i measure it?
somedays i feel freer than others, some days i feel like there's no freedom at all.
area's i am not free are money, family, negativity, doubt, fear and anxiety. i am not free of suffering, old age, pain, decay and death.
we trade freedom for responsibility.
in the old days where people were not so free i wonder if they were freer mentally, less stressed. i mean if you are a slave on a plantation i would assume your suffering is more local and focused. you would take joy where you find it, not worry so much about your family relationships,  taxes, getting a new car or the onslaught of old age. i think your main idea of freedom would be to escape the plantation and work on your own terms rather than someone else's.
freedom is a strange concept, none of us are really free are we?
i heard of people rotting away in towers who have mentally become liberated and free. i heard of millionaires who feel trapped and suffocating from the demands their wealth has brought. then there's people in syria or sudan who just want to be able to walk outside without being shot, people who would like to have fresh water and people who would like to just be self determining. 
freedom means a whole bunch of things.
when someone says 'i am free' it's a big statement.
are they.
do they just mean i wish i had less responsibility.
what would they do with it.
if i were free i would want you to be free to. i'd show you how to do it. it's what jesus and krishna did, it's what wise ones do. they show others how. sometimes they get laughed at or burnt. but once they have found freedom, nothing seems to ever trap them again. 
i think i found a way to be freer.
there are a few glitches. i can't escape time as much as i want to.
there best technology is the mind. be in the moment as much as possible. accept the responsibilities you have with gratitude. 
don't place any significance on to much, just acknowledge the experience and explore it and understand it's just an experience and try to love it as best you can. 
sure it may not set you free completely but it may make you freer than when you began reading this.

Wednesday, March 08, 2017

The Precession of the Equinoxes

the vision the voice
the deep fix

i'm the precious secret, the whisper in the air
i'm the ever present deliverer of your torment
the one who does not care
i'm the muse in the making, the sister you never had
i'm the guy that leaves you bleeding
the one with the base ball bat
i'm snug and unconcerned, i couldn't give a fuck
i'm the master of my own destiny and fate 
i forge my own luck
i begin when others finish, end where they start
i'm the inconceivable mayhem 
that tears your soul apart

i'm the vision, i am the voice
let's not forget the vice
i may appear as reasonable but
i'm not really that nice

i'm the manipulating moments, pulling all your strings
i'm the bone crushing defeat
that's waiting in the wings
i'm the perpetrator of your sufferance, draining your supplies
i'm the torturer of the guild baby
you can see it in my eyes
i'm violent revolutionary, an agent of change
burning up your oxygen
replacing it with rage
i make the internet and media, thought control hypnotise
everything you think is true is really
just more lies

i am the vision i am the voice
let's not forget the vice
i may appear as reasonable but
i'm not really that nice

kerry miller thank you very much. bless you for your kind words.

Friday, March 03, 2017

okay i ate some weird asian food, some sort of jelly like seaweed, it tasted of the deep, it could have been anything, it may be radioactive, it could be a creature suspended in some kind of ectoplasm, maybe even just a cake of obscure plankton, i have no idea but whatever it was has laid me low. 
often when i am in an asian supermarket i see products in asian packaging, i have no idea what they are, the wording is korean or vietnamese or it could be tibetan or even from somewhere like exotic butan, it's a wild guess every time. as for the product, a total mystery and sometimes the taste is alien, it's unknown territory an adventure. i know it seems ridiculous really but i like putting myself through these experiences, they are usually harmless.
i tend to go for the weird seaweed stuff, dried or wet, it's all good as i feel my body absorbing the nutrients, defining the taste and flavour into some kind of category, but just this once i have bitten into something that has reacted very badly, something my system cannot define or assimilate. 
the package was translucent with black writing and a picture of what looks like a toadstool or mushroom, there are small little people with big heads pointing at it as they dance beneath it's head. it feels soft and cold as i handle the package and when i opened it i was uncertain wether it should be cooked or eaten raw, it kind of oozed out onto the plate, and then it expanded into a white jelly type shape that took up the whole area of the plate, it did look like a super mushroom, very large covered in some sort of viscous slime. 
i attempted to smell it but nothing registered, and i turned it around suspiciously, looking for any signs of a face, again nothing, it seemed reasonable to assume the blob was a sea vegetable of sorts. 
i couldn't eat it with my hands, it had swollen now and was the size of a watermelon. i'm not sure how they squeezed it into the tube, which was about the same size as a pack of 20 cigarettes.
grabbing a knife and fork i sliced a piece off, the slicing felt easy, like cutting through the inside of a watermelon, only a strange black ink started to leak out. on closer inspection it was blue, a deep cobalt blue.
dipping the flesh into the liquid i brought the slice up to my lips, there was a moment of anxiety, i don't know why i didn't stop then, i should have trusted my instinct but instead i slipped the piece in and suddenly the most strange effect occurred. i found my mouth warming, my lips burning and my tongue began to swell up. This all happened fast, 10-15 seconds, i found myself swooning, the colours seemed to explode, mission control began to expand, i immediately thought of alice entering wonderland, shrinking or was it rapid growth, jesus i could feel my body heating up and then i must have passed out. 
the weight of my body was unfamiliar, as though gravity had shifted, my eyes couldn't function correctly, blurred shapes loomed and then receded. my skin felt so wet, i was drenched in sweat i realised.
i attempted standing but i was already standing, or floating, i was floating, my body still lay upon the floor, i could see it there, laying still on my kitchen floor, only it was no longer my kitchen floor it was the ocean floor, a sea bed. 
i seemed to hover for a while, and then some shapes flashed by, small shadows, slithering in my peripheral vision. but there was the tentacle, it came out from nowhere, unfurling itself, a huge immense thing from the darkness, it swept past me and i could feel the swirl from it's force, i could see the saucer like suckers, the size of dinner plates. there was a lot of turbulence and i could feel the terror creeping through my skin, bile rose from my guts, i was shaking and then suddenly i was laying upon the floor gazing up at the kitchen ceiling.
i calmed myself and wandered into the kitchen. it felt strange to use my legs, i looked at the jelly type thing on the plate, god knows what it is. i wrapped it in plastic and was about to throw it in the bin, but instead i stuck it in the freezer. 
you never know when something like this may come in handy.

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

vale maime
champagne always flowed, laugher abound, and children always running around us exploring the big house, splashing in that big pool, man, those were happy days. even when i was freshly divorced i always found joy in that pool. she was a matriarch that's for sure, possibly in a family of matriarchs, bigger than life, an abundance of joy and positivity. lot's of love floating around that place, a sanctuary for kids, adults, people in need, and family and friends. 
when i worked with her she was straight up, tough and real. we took in many troubled homeless kids, kids on the gear, kids abused, kids who were no longer kids. we took em down the beach, surfing on boogie broads and we would spend all day in the water, in the sun, just playing. no fucking talking, no fucking deep heavy shit, just play and slowly after three days man, those kids would smile again, their fucking faces would change and they would look like kids again. we were a crisis service and this was our solution to crisis. maime understood that. a good feed and a surf. get these kids back to whom they are not what experience forced them to become. it was a simple and elegant solution and a cure for all crisis. even my own, the surf has all the answers. it's basic.
cancer, fuck cancer right of the planet. 
wherever maime is she will be smiling, glass of champagne in hand and the party will be just kicking off.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

saw t2 the trainspotting sequel, i have read the book but have to confess the film is better, some liberties taken. 
surprised by it's emotional impact upon me, i think i shed a tear in there somewhere. 
it's seamless despite the twenty year gap between the first films narrative yet it fits perfectly and there are some very cool references to the original  the soundtrack is excellent except for one queen song which was out of place.
it was very funny in parts, violent and graphic and surreal. 
choose captain missions blog.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

certain outlines of trees in the twilight offer a glimpse into shadow lands, the way they branches resemble hands and fingers curling outstretched and gnarled. the rising moon just peeking behind horizons painted by blind deranged men, the way light sucks back to whence it came, the remainder is a paler shade of nocturnal expectations.
certain trees represent a grand idea, a time where form meant something deeper than mere lines. the brain endorses this in tales and myth, mystery surrounds some trees.
when i was a child i recall wimbledon common, opposite my grandmothers house. the trees came out to the edge of the road and leaned over my bedroom. in those early days the streetlights were gas, and the light itself had a shimmer and aura of uncertainty. 
it happened one evening, i couldn't sleep, was not allowed down stairs where the adults were. i looked out from my bed at the strange light shining through the gap in the curtains. 
it was softer than normal light, changeable and watery. i peeked at it from the safety of my covers and wondered why it was.
in a tiny body things look different, altered. 
i clambered out from the security of my bed and went over to the curtain. outside i could hear a wind howling. 
there's inside where all is safe and sound. and outside is another business. every fear awaits, all the dark imaginings of a young mind are beyond that thin screen. 
i must have looked. eventually. i must have opened the curtain and seen the big tree.
only the tree was not a tree, it was a face, a huge face, angry and moving wildly in the howling wind, roaring at me, bending right over across the street, leaning towards me, with a mouth of leaves wide open screeching silently, it's big eyes hungry and violent. it swirled and moved backwards and forwards, all the while that big mouth raging in the wind.
i'd never seen an angry tree before, i had never seen one so violent and hostile. it seemed to leap towards me and then rear back.
i was scared, a tiny kid in a dark room, looking at something that was terrifying me and i realised at a young age, some trees are just bad.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

sometimes the past just drags you backwards, kicking and screaming. i loathe that imposition, yet here i am being compromised to do something i really don't want to do. fuck it!
the sudden life movement formed in 2018 after the nihilism of the previous year. it's founder captain mission, a fucked up freak strung out on powerful entheogens had the satori moment while communicating with several alien lifeforms through deep meditative practices.
they had been engaged in a dialogue over several months and the problems they encountered were based in the human central nervous system, although very advanced it was limited by the laws of the physical universe it inhabited. the aliens understood out there in the quantum foam each universe functions under different laws. newtons thermodynamics don't apply in most of them despite their irrefutable reign in ours. alternative universes have their own laws and rules, some where sound travels faster than light, some where time flows backwards, some where there is no time, some to alien to describe, bizarre worlds, an infinite number of them. 
each life form is designed to inhabit the universe it resides in, most obviously a localised one. humans lived on the earth and were limited by natural laws, just as natural laws would not allow them to flourish on jupiter it was possible to one day create a safe environment upon that particular planet. equally kepler 424 could support non human life but whatever form that life took it would have to obey the laws of the universe just like humanity.
during the discussions which some of the extra dimensional life forms mission learnt how they had transcended their own universal laws by learning how to use black holes as a gateway. although the black holes sucked all gravity inside itself it went somewhere, and certain holes are pathways in and others out. 
for the human mind it would as though swiss cheese was the fabric of reality, but it was slightly more complex. the swiss cheese may be our universe but if you took one of the holes as an exit and left through it you leave the swiss cheese behind. the hole will still be there, only it's an exit not an entrance and return is not guaranteed unless another gateway is found that returns to the universe you originated from. 
most aliens who have managed to cross this divide did it by changing their central nervous systems and brains. the safest way to do this is through meditation and breathing techniques however it would take a lifetime to reach anywhere close enough to do this in a meaningful way. there are plant medicines that will do this and then there's magick. 
students of the occult would indeed know lam was one of the first aliens to have made direct contact with a contemporary magickian, alister crowley. although crowley fucked himself over with addictions, ego and trappings of his age he did at least record his communications for prosperity. since his time the aliens have always been there for us should we require assistance. over many centuries humanity has struggled to define these beings, often relegated to folk law, mythology. now at least the age of global consciousness allows us to expand out into the reaches of inner and outer space and invite assistance. 
mission was working on ideas when first contact transpired. although versed in the forms of schizophrenia and mental illness mission conducted several self diagnostic assessments before committing to the inevitable.
using sherlocks deduction techniques all that remained no matter how improbable was the impossible. 
eventually two minds were joined by others, and the network began. 
the explosive inter dimensional leap was known as 'sudden life' as life as we had known it since the birth of consciousness now took on a new meaning. the evolution we had assumed started with single celled creatures joining other cells and specialised groups to form thriving efficient organisms had catapulted to a new kind of life. life that crossed universes, life that crossed and lived under different physical laws. 
the sudden life cult's main mission was to find other seekers and connect them, and when the time was right collectively begin to access the black hole networks. we were all just cells in another organism, despite this idea we were seperate, we are just bits and bytes in a larger life form, and it was waking up.
humanity is an organ, part of a vast intelligence, perhaps but most probable another being that spans dimensions and universes. 
on the 1st of march 2017 the sudden life cult movement was challenged to prove it's authenticity and validate it's claims to a skeptical observer. 
suffice to say the proof lay in front of their eyes all the time.
since then several networks have established themselves, many with direct links to alien intelligences and inter-dimensional beings. networks link with networks and a framework emerges of just how large the host organism is, perhaps that to is part of an unimaginably larger being.  


Saturday, February 18, 2017

about 5pm the massive darkness blots out the sun and i find myself in a car park loading up on supplies. as i'm transferring coconut water into the boot i stop momentarily and take in the landscape above me. the blue skies have just become one mass of pulsing throbbing black, dense with electrical activity, i can feel it on the ends on my fingers, somewhere in the brain a reptilian circuit flips on, and i know i need to get home fast.
the drive is congested and a few massive drops of rainfall hit the screen, a bolt of lightening streaks down followed by hideous thunder.
i watch the lightning, it's not just impressive, it's awesome and having once been struck by it makes me fear. logic dictates i am very safe in my capsule but none the less i can't wait to get home. 
massive vibrations of sound, war zone above me, the situation is grim. the bolts now are a few seconds apart and light up the valley, searing their way across the skies and downwards, searching me out. i put my switch on my thrusters and find my way home. 
transfer the goods before the deluge, light candles, lock doors and windows and wait. 

Friday, February 17, 2017

the disruptive climate oppressively pulling us all down with it's heavy gravity, my capsule is cool, the air con pumps out cold air and the cd player spits out flaming lips electro trips. that new album is incredible but far out there. it's drug simile songs for a new generation of pop people. 
the surf conditions are not hospitable, a messy whitewash of disunity. i can't even get wet in water that angry. 
just chill out, read, relax under the fan, smoke my purple haze and drift in and out. 
prey for the rain to come, the garden needs it, the fish need it, we all need it. rain, rain rain, here comes the rain.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

anti social misanthropic mission attends a big ho ha down in the city outside parliament house with a whole bunch of other nutters demanding things from people in big homes and nice suits. man, we just want to keep our paltry wages, we just want to keep our security and all that jazz. the fat cats look upon us with scorn, a water drenched rabble of fucking plebs, the citizens. 
i scan their minds and this is what i find.
we don't care about you as humans
we only want your vote
we only want your tax dollars
you are all expendable
we have the power
you do not
we have the authority
you do not
we have it for four years and we will milk it dry, every ounce, until we are set for life and you will pay for it.
some one shouts out 'what do we want?'
another yells in swift response something inaudible and i join in by yelling out, 'free lunch.'
these fat cats won't listen to us at all, they have their heads buried in the sand, journalists won't even ask us a question. they watch from the shelter of their big building and look upon us with scorn.
suddenly the riot squad arrive, they clear the streets and block the traffic. 
about two hundred aboriginal people march passed us, demonstrations clash. good timing, as usual the union fuck things up. these people want to stop black deaths in custardy. i swap sides. i ditch the fucking unions because they are the pigs who wheel and deal along with the pigs who look down upon us. i can't see the difference in the animal farm. all i know is 30 years after the royal commission into black deaths these people are still asking for a basic human right, to stay alive under police protection.
i care about wages and conditions but you know, i 'd feel a sense of shame if the right to stay alive was not a priority. 
this is australia 2017.  

Sunday, February 12, 2017

this heat, the killing kind, sucking the juice outta bones. it's to hot to spontaneously combust, i gulp down my coconut drinks like a wild beast at the watering hole. even the fucking surf is exhausted from the heat, waves can't function, powerless and like lethargic attempts fail before they even start. i splash around and find some sanctuary in the shade.
meet nicole for some sort of breakfast she has arranged in some sort of cafe i would never ever visit or return to. i wait one hour for my coffee, several young waitresses seem disinterested in my needs, although i am quite happy chatting to nicole about europian cinema and magic tricks. 
i make several jokes about the long wait, i guess at least the place is chilled as the air con is turned up high, things could be worse, i could be waiting for blood in a make shift hospital in nigeria. sometimes a little perspective helps, sometimes you just gotta fight the impulse to demand efficient service and just know not to return rather than cause a scene. i won't return, it's not my sort of vibe anyway, far to middle class. 
tomorrow i think i will do some major work around the mission, if the temperature drops and i have to find some suitable colours to match my inner vision, a trip to the hardware store maybe, a place i am completely out of place in.

Friday, February 10, 2017

the days have melted away, the nights drift into heatwave, you try to find a happy medium but the only ones i find are jaded old gypsies with chips on their shoulders and broken teeth from uttering to many curses. 
my cards all read good, my hand is an example of happy daze, my aura is a happy ending and it has the old hag bamboozled .
she spits on my palm, puts her finger on my forehead and asks if i need the crystal ball reading. i nod, i like the cool of her tent and it offers me sanctuary from an abusively hot day. 
she stares into the ball, throws her head under the shawl and her eyes just peeking out look puzzled, her wiry hands and elongated old crinkeled fingers form a shield around the balls circumference. suddenly her iris expands, eyes open, her hands withdraw, the ball shatters and implodes. 
i look at her puzzled face, 'did you get anything?'
yes, i saw your future. it said, nothing is true everything is permitted, but i don't understand it.
i hand over the silver, 'it's not for you to understand.'

Wednesday, February 08, 2017

collection at the vet, a small deceptively heavy metal box. it's sealed tight and contains dust from whatever is left of pans corporeal form.  
ashes they say but it may as well be dust.
i transport it home and place it on my table. 
maybe i'll just bury it in the garden and plant some pansy's around him, a memorial. maybe i'll unscrew the screws that seal the box tight and let the wind carry the scattered ashes where it will. it's a strange business, i feel like pans still with me, standing by my side, i still wake up and go to feed him, i still check out the back to see if he has water and see if he is snoozing in his spot. i still sometimes go to call his name, i still keep all his things. i gotta let it all go, ghost dog pan can hang around but i need to let everything go.

Monday, February 06, 2017

the hottest night and not in a good way, way to hot for clothes, sheets i lay naked on my bed under the fan which is on high speed and manages to push hot air downwards, so not much relief, it's impossible to sleep. 
i've had a big night, city rendezvous with val and olga for hash cookies dinner and ice cream and our usual ramble through the strange worlds, but the hash cookie has been over cooked in the heat, it's burning up my blood stream, frying my neurones. 
laying on my bed i have already drunk two litres of mineral water and immediately sweated it right out. when i stand up it's like walking through molasses as i make my way downstairs for some relief, i open the fridge door and want to climb in.
we used to get days like this in the late eighties and early nineties and they were glorious because around evening the southerly would kick in and a cooling wind would blow in, great for beers on the balcony, an evening meal and some friends to sit back with and share a joint, these days the change don't come. it just remains oppressive. i drip all over the place, no relief from this, no where to go except the car which has incredible air con. 
i throw on a pair of shorts and nothing else, take the module down to the beach, in a few hours the sun will rise. 
i wake up in front of pure brilliant orange and red as the flame burns through space and refracts off the water, the sunrise offers no respite but the water does.
surf conditions are immaculate, wave structures form for me, as i swim out, fin in hand. the heat fatigue fades, the cool joy of bliss  explodes in my heart. catch waves, ride waves, banish everything, except the wave, zen moments bring elegant satori. 

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

vale the great dog pan

part dog part god
visitor from the dog star 
the dog who fell to earth
the diamond dog
taoist sage and salty old sea dog
loved dog
beloved dog it's the end of an era, 
i sail alone
and you wait for me in a better place.

a celebration of david bowie, or a david bowie celebration. sydney opera house, bowies backing musicians from all periods select five cities around the world and without any rehearsals offer a few lucky people the chance to hear them play to their comrade and leader one last time. 
he was there, you could feel it, we invoked his spirit, the packed audience on their feet for the whole three hours, dancing, crying, and yeah celebrating the last great icon. lot of joy in the house. a lot.
mike garson told us a story, he and david were in japan and met an old zen monk. the monk said that world religions were meaningless as the message had been lost through their corruption and now it was up to artists. mike garson said, we are here to heal and heal with you. celebrate david and  then they played an amazing gig, three hours. i danced sang along and watched, having somehow managed to buy the last seat left, right at the back, in the corner where i had plenty of room to enjoy, fashion, boys keep swinging, sorrow, aladdin sane, lady grinning soul, where are we now, fame, win, golden years, five years, changes, life on mars and space oddity, loving the alien, boys keep swinging, stay, wild is the wind, rebel, diamond dogs, heroes, suffragette city, under pressure, moonage daydream, sound and vision, life on mars, ziggy, starman, china girl, let's dance and the rest....

a celebration. 

Sunday, January 22, 2017

rain falls, seaside town in summer, plants on the side of the street  rejoicing. i'm driving along in the module through time. i watch a few rainforests pass by, some strange buildings rise and fall like the tidal movements, temporary things come and go, chromosomes mutate strange evolutionary dead ends slip through the cracks, escape from the prison planet, religions are born. 
more news from nowhere. 
static eats the airways, i see strange scenes outside the mind mine, a slippery shaman like reptile with temptation lullabies offering me some sexy knowledge but i'm immune to the 21st century blues, got my immunity aura mojo working. serpentine and crystalline time, don't mix in the particle accelerator with out some kind of fall out. i see creature features slide through cracks in the skies, a misfit population hiding undercover like chameleon sleeper agents waiting for their cue, brains washed and hung out to dry by authority...man.
big flaming birds fall from the sun, ignition and fire, a burning desire just to have one more day. yeah i'm witnessing butterflies, ah it's all to much, beauty is tragic, but only if it's true. 
nuclear and atomic, spirit and demonic, it's a clock stopping era, the suicidal monopolies their truth, it's not for sale baby but everything has a price. i'll take a life for a life, so sayeth the great sayer. oh baby i ain't soothing you with promises or kind words, romantic fucking lies or mysterious truths. 
elephantine, airborne mermaid shapes bloom from mushroom and vine. gigantic insect devastate cities that appear like a future tokyo, all neon and over population, hack shops, body mod specialists and cut price gene slicers making deals with desperation. 
for a moment i think about picking up a dolphins sonar but if i leave the module i'm bound by psychics to join the linear flow and i could never return to the module.
i sit back and close my eyes, there's only so much time a man can live in.

Friday, January 13, 2017

the furnace starts early, i've had a sleepless night, air to hot, my ceiling fan is on the high speed but it's fighting a loosing battle as it can't even cut through the air it's like thick liquid sky. all i can do is lay there in the dark breathing shallow breaths and trying to stay alive. even my blood flow is sluggish, synapses just refuse to fire. thoughts can't even be bothered to be born so they lay there melted down to some half formulated idea. around 5am i get up, clean my teeth, i sit down and watch the sun, and half hour later as it pierces the day the heat begins to burn. i drive down the road, the car is the coolest place and my body enjoys the reprieve. 
on return to mission control i languish on my lounge like a worn out washed up hollywood scarlet and can't even be bothered to roll a spliff. my garden looks more yellow that green and my fish are hovering slowly, expending minus energy seems to be on all my beasts mind. 
i flick on the new tv, its much bigger than the one i paid for, there was some kind of mix up which worked in my favour. however it's far to big, i can't watch it for to long as it feels like i'm at the front row in a cinema, it's to immersive and for most tv that's a quality i think is unhealthy. however there are advantages. 
even the sound takes over the whole space, it dominates the room. 
i lay back and close my eyes, thinking of a different time. 
my business head flicks through some ideas but no single one cuts through, just write a random thought says. write and write and see what happens. so that's where i am at.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

i have a dr, he's a tall chinese chap straight out of william burroughs, i call him dr. lee but he he may be called something else. dr. chang perhaps, the receptionists all think i'm crazy.
'there is no dr. lee here, you mean dr. chang.'
'to me he is dr. lee.'
'take a seat mr. mission.'
'it's just captain, no mr. or mission.'
i get the look that says, 'he needs a different type of dr.'
well it's been a long time since i seen a dr whom i trust and dr. lee is my man, he looks like he's got the keys to the medicine cabinet and helping himself, he's got the shakes and speaks in a raspy oriental tongue. needles everywhere, syringes and pills spilling out over his desk. the book of change lays open on a side table.
he has very thin lips and narrow eyes, black eyes pinned like a nasty chemist. he sits down and suddenly looks like a preying mantis. i love this guy, a strange fantasy pops inside my head as he chops up a couple lines of bug powder dust and offers me a medical tube. 
in reality i have to tell him about some issues for a sick note.
he presses a keyboard which is hidden under the cluttered desk and a printer kicks in, then he hands me some straws to pick, i'm directed to pick six. 'ask question,' he says.
'am i in good health for work?'
he arranges them on the floor and consults his book, he shows me but it's in chinese pictogram. 'hexagram 22,captain, says you are now in form not function, the environment is not one of depth, you are appreciated for image not essence. you perfectly fill a roll, no one sees the genuine you. still, you are being listened to and watched. use this influence to further your goals as much as possible, even if you don't understand you can connect with a few isolated hearts.' 
he smiles and read's last line, 'relax, enjoy attention.' 
'what's hexagram 22 called? i ask.
'pi or in english grace, you feel better now?'

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

step out of the shower into the furnace, my skin seems encased in a layer of second skin, an invisible ultra thin sweat suit. i can feel my body slime through the thick viscous air in mission control. 
if you have never been to the tropics then you couldn't appreciate this oppressive heat, personally i love it, the way my reptilian brain just wants to find the most attractive girl in the room and get naked under the fan. pull her into some sensual twilight sultry contortion of pleasure until our bodies meld into one wet slime covered slug like slow moving love making creature. the heat pumps through my atoms, blood on the slow boil. 
i wake up under the fan alone, it's night, still ridiculously hot. somethings wrong, the fan no longer rotates. i check the time, it's midnight, i must have drifted off.
i look out at the street, all lights are off, i check my bedside lamp, there's no power. the temperature is rising. 
i wander along with my super slimline flashlight, it's a high performance  swizz army knife of a flashlight, perfect for any extreme situation, any dark environment.
my body moves so slowly in the heat, i avoid the towers of books and  a few cd's on the floor, make my way down into the studio where i look out at the garden. 
pitch black outside save for the slither of moonlight that casts peculiar shadows across the garden, particularly at my palms. there are some strange clouds up there, very dark with splinters of light. a crack in the sky.
my body is dripping in sweat, it's pouring from me, ridiculous. i don't know what to do with myself so i sit down and watch the night pass by. 
it's far to hot to fall asleep, i can just about breath. there's no longer a sensual feeling in the air, in fact i feel somewhat nervous. i run a self diagnostic, yeah, breathing is about all i can manage. i peer outside into the night, the terrible oppressive atmosphere, the heavy presence of things in our world being just slightly out of whack. it begins to 'clunk' in as i look deeper into the night
something moves across the night, a silhouette. involuntary i take a step backwards into total darkness. am i hiding?
i can't keep my eyes from looking at the long inhuman shapes that flutter by, in and through the black skies pass terrible shadow like feathered bodies. my brain so slow to understand, synapses misfire and make the wrong calculations, these are no angels. in that alien heat i tremble as a cold shiver starts along my spine. 

Sunday, January 08, 2017

today was the first day i actually felt okay, like my energy was good. i think my reserves were depleted and although the surf recharged me it didn't really kick in till this morning when i jumped on the train and made my way into red eye to pick up some stuff i had ordered. two immaculate bowie boxes, although i have everything except one track, i sort of thought it would be nice to hear the remastered versions. i also picked up some cuban science fiction. then i quickly made my way home for an afternoon surf.
the beach was packed out, today being the last day of the holidays so every woman and her cat was down there soaking up the rays. i didn't like the look of the surf, big chop but when i went in i found myself engulfed by seaweed, it wrapped itself around my, getting everywhere. i tell you, there is not much worse, it feels so weird. i soon realised i was the only one in the water due to the amount of seaweed. every one else stayed on the shore. i was in there for under five minites and couldn't stand it any longer. 

Saturday, January 07, 2017

captain mission has breakfast, a surf and an interesting conversation with a very intelligent redhead this morning, attractive to, and a sort of successful business woman type. she rolls up in a nice car all the way from sydney to see me. i must admit i've already had two coffee's and am in full rave mode so as soon as introductions are over i start, blah blah blah blah i go, like a talking robot waffling on about this and that, my rants take no prisoners, she looks somewhat bemused as i challenge her own thoughts, but then suddenly i withdraw, rant over. 
at the beach she stands out from the horde with her red hair and pale skin and i imagine we would look pretty odd together, a dark skinned fish man and a red headed wraith. the water is beautiful and the waves although not perfect make it interesting. i offer her my fin which like a trooper she tries.
on shore we talk about various yogi's and religions. dmt and ayahuscia and she perks up. my type of girl. 
it's a glorious day, sun shines down skies blue. she drives back home, and i return to mundane life and bake some muffins. 
it's a strange thing to contemplate, a relationship. do i really want one, if i did it would be with someone like her, interesting and self made. 
'om sri rama jaya rama jaya jaya rama.'
 'victory for the spiritual self.'

Friday, January 06, 2017

agent speedsexy thought projected her self into my day. it was quite peculiar at the time as i was driving along the freeway after getting away somewhat early from work. one moment i was changing lanes, the next she's telling me to overtake the cars in front. i give her a quick look and see she is deadly serious so i put my foot down.
agent speedsexy is not some one you mess with. 
she plays with my radio, turning off the talkback host and presses a few music stations, nothing catches her fancy so she's rummaging around opening hatches and concealed compartments until she finds a stack of cds. she flips through them seriously, and sticks on into the slot. 
'that's better.'
i smile, she has good taste in tunes.
'now mission, where you taking me?'
'i was going home, where would you like to go.'
'surprise me mission.'
i nod, my mind flicks through a serious of possibilities and arrives at the inevitable. i steer the car down the road, and take a turn off, 'this is the road less travelled. this is where we are going. you and me.'
we settle into some excellent driving conditions, no traffic, no signposts, no traffic lights or junctions, along a narrow coastal road and eventually follow it uphill to a lookout where the car comes to a rest. i leave the motor on and we look out at the ocean, waves breaking into the rocks and a few determined surfers catching waves.
we smoke a spilff, watch the sun sinking. then she turns and says, 'good call mission.'
i want to say something but it's to late. she's gone.

Monday, January 02, 2017

the spinning blade in my head works harder today than ever before, it is now a silver pole with it's multi bladed attachments slicing away, chopping at the remnants of stupid forms i cling to, occasionally something will just turn up and the blade automatically goes to work. it's far to powerful for me to even attempt to control, it just works and works, powered by some endless frictionless energy, perpetually aware independent of my own abilities. it does not work for me, but it works for me.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

down before dawn, catch magnificent waves, they crash and explode like the birth of some universal event. for some reason (cold current) the water is considerably colder today, but it's invigorating and i'm enjoying riding some mighty powerful waveforms as my void claims me. 
you can't explain this stuff, it's beyond zen, it's some sort of hyper gate, transcendental.
later i have a coffee and get stuck into my osho book, i like the way the man talks, he makes some great observations about religions. i like mischievous. 
he talks about how happiness is something which is found from something or some one else, it's source is outside the self. he says only when you are creating something can you find bliss, which comes from within, it is not dependant on something external. i know all this but it's a pleasing confirmation especially as i have been so unhappy for a while, yet my moments of bliss are frequent.
the sun seems to burn through the clouds, and now as i drive home the sun is blazing the day away, intense and penetrating, it begins to get very hot and i turn on my over head fans and smoke a left over spliff, i think about sonchia, my mentor in jail, ponder over the conclusion to 'asset.'
it certainly was an unexpected ending, yet it was the only possible conclusion, i mean it's exactly what i would do, oh maybe i'd chose the enhancements but i am not a buddhist.  my mind wanders to ideas and ways of living that are hundreds of years old, the human brain was different back then, things were nowhere near as complex. buddha left instructions on how to follow him but our brains are very different now than back when he was daydreaming under trees, we can't possibly apply his techniques to our brains and expect the same result. we need enhancements. yes, i conclude, i would not have locked myself up, but i would have smoked that last thai stick and taken the upgrades. there is no going backwards sonchia my friend. 

Friday, December 30, 2016

a quick surf as the town is packed and i'm parked illegally, but the waves are tremendous, i catch a super powered one that blows all my illusions into the vastness of nothing. it's that one single one, the obliteration every soul searches for, outside the time space dimensions, i ride it to the core of my own void. it's beautiful and terrifying, it's sublimation. 
outside i deal with the horde, all plugged into the town for a long weekend, shops spilling over and walkways packed as i shuffle through. i wanted to go to the bank but it's to tricky and inefficient. i count my blessings and slip away back to mission control.
i check my mail, a card from an old friend, a friend of my ex wife really. i don't know what to do, it says she wants me to call her but i'm sort of unconnected to that past and don't see a point in reconnecting, i'm sitting on this one.
a card from my union thanking me for working on xmas day. i didn't suckers, i had the day off. i hate that union, total bunch of dumb zombies who have never helped me deal with any of the masses of abuse i encountered at work yet somehow manage to deduct $30 a week and send me an xmas card for my troubles.
i get a card from kate, bless you kate. it was so lovely for you to think of me. i get some messages from people via text, all wanting me to get in touch. i ignore them, just not in the mood right now.