over the last few days i recieved a number of e mails from an old friend, a guy i went to school with, stuart. we kinda grew through adolecence together, sex drugs rock and roll, he married a beautiful spanish lady carmen and lives in england, whereas i live in australia, still in the grip of sex, drugs and rock and roll, however my involvement in these have taken a somewhat evolved approach. anyways stuart and i were really good freinds, and although i never saw him much after in 30 years, we occassionally touch base via an e mail.
anyways he's written to me, i'm writing to him, seems weird how people from my past seem to be returning in the present, we all took out directions and we all must have been changed fundamentally, i am certainly not the person that left londonistan 20 years ago, life fucking destroyed that construct and a new one was born. captain mission is no myth, its a ideal i struggle towards, its the realm beyond intellect, the landscape beyond logic, it's not touched by emotion or reason, it lies outside of space and time and points of here and now, its the axis on which every thing hinges, the moment of perfection, where magick and mysticsism unite and godhead is born. captain mission sails towards libeteria.
things come full circle, what is lost is found, what left in hate comes back in love, what is destroyed is re created, what is forgottern remembered and what is then is now.