an absolutely brilliant movie, possibly the best one i have seen after 'dead man' 

everything about this movie is perfect, i loved it. i think christopher nolan is my fave director, and he would be the man for 'manifesto.'

ironically another novel i have an idea for would fit right into the nolan universe. mmm, christopher are you reading this, shoot me an e mail. i love your work. 

the answer is in the pineal gland.
it's been in my vision for weeks, i see the signs all the time, they are pushed into my face and begin to overwhelm me. the universe has been bashing me over the head with a soft instrument and now finally as i dissolve i see what the information is really saying. dmt. its many forms represent themselves in my reality but i know the universe i am in currently is not my own, it's a mirror so i apply my mirror mind to the mirror to get the truth and the answer lies in the pineal. it's melatonin.
the front line defence is levels of melatonin. 

meanwhile i am having a strange moment. i purchased a bag of books, specifically one on colour, one on a mental yoga and several novels which i threw into my car in a large bag. the next night i began searching for the bag. i look all over mission control, search the car but to no avail. it's a mystery but as i fall asleep to a you tube video of jorden peterson talking about some kind of jungian psychology, the night envelopes me and i must have fallen into slumber. i wake up several times, the video still playing, it's very long, and i'm now convinced someone must have taken the bag off books from my car.

i begin to feel angry and disappointed in myself. i tried to go back to sleep but i was so angry it became difficult, eventually i did. now, in my dreams jorden starts telling me to take responsibility and not to jump to conclusions, he talks a lot about how dreams and reality overlap and then when i awake in the morning i wonder if i dreamt my books are missing. so i go search and find them immediately. i head to the surf to clear my head.

two hours later i am listening to an interview with charlie kauffmen, whom has just written a novel. the interview is great and suddenly the interviewer says, 'charlie your book is filled with dreams and often i couldn't tell what bits were the dreams and what was actually happening to the protagonist. then i myself started to dream about the book.'

as far as books go i'm halfway through ubo by steve rasnic tem, a sort of alien abduction type story where the experiments are actually quite bizarre. subjects are sent back in time into the bodies of various 'evil' historical individuals. when they return into their prisoner consciousness, they are all traumatised to some level as you would be, and slowly they attempt to understand what the purpose of these experiments are. and also who they are. interesting, and i'm getting a bit of a history lesson in stalin, himmler and various other nutjobs, not light reading at all. 

                            NEW MISSION

late last night as i drive in my headlights illuminate the top of my postbox, it's a stone pillar and right upon the top of it sits what i think may be a cat. it's dark and furry, i stop halfway in my drive to have a good look.

it's a huge owl.

he's got big eyes and lovely brown / black feathers but he's sitting down. i watch him stand up, present himself. how strange. he's so cute i smile at him. then continue driving into my driveway and park. i go inside wondering what owls eat apart from mice and other animals, none of which i have on hand. i could make him some vegemite toast, at 1am in the morning that's possibly the best i can come up with.

up at long jetty, in the yoga place where they do great food i meet some english girls who seem amused at my 'fish out of water' aura, as i look bewildered by the people all looking glamorous and healthy in their alternative lifestyle choices and voices while my head is buried in a book called, 'big bang.'  

'are you ready to order,' a young girl with vibrant skin and a natural smile asks, her eyes are amazing and so wide open.

'just bring me something healthy and an almond latte thank you,' i say smiling because she has a soft friendly voice that is not irritating or harsh.

'okay, i'll bring you something yummy.'

'sure, i have complete faith in you.'

my books is good, i'm getting really into it when a new character appears, it's william burroughs so i'm even more captivated by this remarkable novel.

she returns with a large plate of health and a steamy coffee. it's all to perfect.

later i stop off for a milkshake, blackberry and blackcurrant with coconut milk, it's incredible, so thick and beautiful my body just absorbs it like osmosis. i'm on a natural high, my book has just reached stratospheric heights and the input of the best quality fuel activates some natural power inside of me that blooms and sends a turbo charge to my energies. 

later i am in the city, wandering along in the sunshine like a well behaved civilian when, hark! 

my supersensitive hearing tunes in to the distant sound of a guitar strum, a beat so mellow yet pleasurable, a funky cool rhythm that reminds me of my santa fe days. oh yeah i'm caught in a tractor beam of aural pleasure. it draws me closer and through the people i see a man sitting on a crate in the middle of george street. he's strumming a guitar and starts singing, a smooth silky deep base voice like a well refined soul singer from the 60's, so fucking pure i drink it in. next to him in another milk crate is a puppy, curled up asleep. not many people stop to listen, not many people leave him cash. but i am standing there listening to the most amazing voice. when i look at the man i see the disfigurement, a sort of weird growth protruding from half his face, i mean it's pretty brutal. it's like a tree sprouting from one side of his face and hanging down over his nose. he's a young guy, about 40ish, singing in the sunshine. i leave him some cash and think how god has given him a terrible condition yet bestowed him with a beautiful voice, it's a strange thought and it makes me ponder. i must say i am supremely happy for hearing his voice, it's the best thing ever.