this story is dedicated to rukmi

the brilliance of a new sun, light spans the cosmos until it runs out of time, and somewhere out of time a man watches the flash being born, the light has reached his time.
meanwhile in a small club in sydney's east a band called 'the deep fix' plays a song it's called, 'reverse time flow' and the lyrics are about a man who manages to make time reverse itself, he manipulates the cosmos with magick and love and engineers the collision of atoms and bodies and souls until he gets back to the place where he was once safe. the arms of the woman he loved but lost.
the writer. a man called captain mission is not a good musician but he has a shit hot band and can sing reasonably well, the song tells a story. it's a bit of a greek like epic, homeric in scope but the audience like these tunes and captain mission does tell a good story.
in the audience is a waitress who keeps getting hassled by guys, she's beautiful, looks real cool, she likes her drinking, drugs and exudes raw sexuality like a ripe peach in a tight fitting corset but she don't suffer fools.
some one asks her for a card and she pulls out one from her pocket and throws it down on the table, it says trouble, and there's a mobile phone number.
old captain mission is busy trying to remember his words, he's not noticing the details of the audience but he can't help but notice the waitress walking across the room with a tray.
in the song the character casts a spell that reverses time, but it's a cluster fuck, it comes back in strange dimensions and overwhelms him, he's uncertain, a little freaked out cos he didn't think it was gonna work, certainly not the way it panned out. anyway the man in the song, decides that the only thing he can do is love what he has created, and let whatever happens happen the way it will. it's a good strategy, it's from the heart.
the singer finishes the song, it's the last one for the night and he has to help the rest of the band move their stuff of the stage. they are all old men with bad backs and creaking bones inbuded with the spirit of rock and roll.
the room is emptying, the bar closing, he's drinking a glass of water and the waitress comes over and says, 'hey great gig.'
'thank you,' he says,' you did well to, i saw you dealing with the crowd, and carrying all those drinks, moving through the room, you didn't spill one.'
'ah i wanted to spill a few over some of those assholes.'
'ha yes i imagine you get hassled everywhere.'
'yeah idiots. i'm not even into men.'
captain mission smiles, he thinks that this is fantastic because now he don't have to even think about any sexual issues between them, it was love at first sight for him.
she ends up giving him a card, he looks at it, 'can i borrow your pen?'
she hands it over, her nails half painted with a white gloss and a bright red one, like talons.
he scribbles over her card, writing the words, 'know' before the trouble.
she smiles, but she's seen it all, been around the block a million times, she's not surprised by anything much, but the smile was genuine.
later they meet up, they go to the aquarium.
they go to the zoo.
they go to various pet shops.
they listen to music.
they sit in cafes.
they walk along the beach.
they don't really talk much about anything but they both feel at peace.
everything is simple.
then one day they take a night walk.
'you know if i was a painter i would only paint the night' he says.
'yes i can't think of many painters that do that but it's a great idea.'
'i love the night skies.'
'mmm.'
'look there's jupiter, and venus.'
'how do you know.'
captain mission takes out his i phone application and shows her. he follows the night sky all the time. knows the planets and their movements, knows their influence.
they both stop and sit near a wall, watching the waves break and the magnificent sky. he doesn't notice her hand curled around his at first but then he sends her a little pulse. suddenly a bright light switches on, right in front of them.
'a star is born.'
'our star.'
they sit in silence for a long time watching their star.

while this event occurs over on anteries 7 the great octopus goddess swims to an important council meeting, the chamber of 12 only convene once a year, every year on anteries 7 is 200000 earth years equivalent. it takes a long time for anteries 7 to orbit it's sun. most of the octopi have life spans off a few million years so they take their time about such things, and don't sweat it. to them life is about pleasure and harmony. these beings are all powerful, that is a relative concept, but they have evolved their brains to such a high level things like technology, science, religion, are obsolete. the fact there is a goddess exists as a respected tradition and although she wields some power, it is usually the chamber of 12 that make decisions. not that that happens often. in fact it has not happened for 12 000 years, anteries time.
mostly they convene to engage in pleasurable activities, erotic in nature and harmless.
however this time they have an agenda.
they take their places at the chamber, there are 12 spaces, one for each of them, they are polyp like structures the octopi can play in while engaging in conversation.
when everyone settles the goddess telepathically starts communication.
'we are witnessing the birth of a new star in the multiverse, we have located it's origin in sector seven of the universe we know as 888. or using the old system as some of you prefer 777, however it makes no difference to the problem we face. while the event is several thousand years away it will effect anteries 7 by melting us in approximately 1.7 thousand years. the great chamber must deliver a course of action so we can make preparations.
there is much chatter, ideas exchange at very rapid speeds, some are selected for further consideration some thrown aside but the great goddess has focused on one that is reasonably achievable, if not a little left of centre.
the idea is generated from the octopus known as asha. she is the youngest and the most brilliant mind the octopi have ever known. she starts to explain.
'we must know why starts are created on multidimensional levels, on the most physical they are created by proton, photon tachyon activity but in the higher dimensions they are born from love. we must find the source of this love and stop it.'
the goddess agrees although reluctantly. 'we could travel backwards in time and avert this.'
'yes' asha say, we would have to intercede in 7 dimensions, not just 4. the math is straight forwards but i don't know as to the consequences.'
'the consequences could be catastrophic.' the statement emanates from an old wise octopi called nevets. 'you can't fuck with love dudes.'
'we have to do something. romantic platitudes won't help.'
'it's not romantic, it's white magick.'
'mmm the old ways again.'
'we have evolved since your time nevets, your just an old skool octopi.'
'yes but i am right.'
there's a general feeling that everyone will dismiss his statement when suddenly asha who has been lost in thought, interrupts with a mind bomb of information that would translate along these lines.
'nevets is right.' she smiles at the old octopi, 'we should respect his idea, we can't mess with the first principle, it would return with unimaginable consequences.if not in our lifetimes in other incarnations, we must be true to ourselves and our wisdom.'
silence falls.

captain mission and the waitress who he calls 'know t' or 'not' for short, are drinking coffee in a small cafe waiting for dolphins. they don't come, they never come, but they live in hope and never give up waiting.
they have been seeing one another for a long time but they are only friends. captain mission respects her sexuality and won't transgress it. besides he's happy like this. why complicate things. but little did he know things were about to get very complex.
he'd been watching the stars one night and even though he was quite smashed on high grade thia buddah sticks as he gazed at the stars with not, he makes out a massive octopus shape in the constillations, it's gigantic and so well defined he leans over to not and gives her a gentle nudge.
'hey look up there a moment.'
'yeah, stars, lots of them.'
'look at the shape, tell me what you see?'
'what shapes, it's just a load of stars, lots of them, billions, it's so beautiful but you woke me up, i was sleeping.'
;just look and tell me if you can see anything standing...'
'oh yes, there's an octopus.'
and they lay back staring at the giant octopus above them.
her hand finds it's way to his, she whispers, 'you know what. i'm really happy.'
'me to,' the captain says.