a week in suspended animation, although i'm not that animated in rain, it slows me down, keeps me inside the prism contemplating my nexus. i do get a chance to make some changes around mission control, lots of clearing out of stuff, the place is taking shape as i rearrange everything into coherence. i found a way to communicate with the local bird life, they have always been paying me visits, and now i understand what they require from me, i am happy to oblige.

i bake some stuff, it seems like a good idea on a wet day, i shift some furniture and create a new space where an interior jungle area sprouts forth. here i will spend my mornings after my surf. it's perfect.

the pond life is growing in spring, dragons are awakened, the flowers around the area blooming in spring, after such a watering they will be pristine. it's almost south american in bromeliad and water lily.

i begin a new novel, max goldsworths, the empress of forever, it's vast and imaginative and although i have just begun it find myself in love with it's two main characters, although i am yet to encounter the empress. 

my front tooth is falling out, it's endless irritation keeps me firmly in my moment to which i always return. my pain threshold is so high but it's there.

back to work soon, i need to pace myself, in for the long haul. gotta just find my swing.

finally speak with my dad, he tells me about what's happening in europa, same as ever. same islo-fascist savagery. i can't blame them, it's the europeans own fault, what did they think?

i saw it coming with samuel rushdie back in the day, very few others did. ho hum. he ho, free speech for expensive oil. 

politics.

on one hand you have the marxist morons and the other the islamo fascists. there's no escape except escape.

 

i'd never read any paolini novels despite various people saying to me the dragon reminded them of myself, i avoid fantasy novels as a rule although i have read the obvious ones. the only fantasy writer i think had something different to write was scott r baker who has written a very interesting sextet of books known as 'prince of nothing.' 

anyway's paolini writes his first adult science fiction novel, ot's taken him 10 years and it's a huge monolith which i read in about two weeks. i mean it's easy to read.

the story is not original, it's a sort of mish mash of classic themes, a strange artifact, a weird alien symbiotic being, a galactic war and a band of renegades in trouble with the authorities.

it's not a bad book but it's not really a book for anyone that likes science fiction to blow their minds, it's written for a basic audience and although within is a whole new universe it's very basic.

i'm curious to see how he builds the next book in the series but overall i'd suggest it's really a fantasy book written as a science fiction book. the alien could be a dragon, the quest at the first part of the book is every generic fantasy quest and the ending somewhat trite.

however this should not stop readers from enjoying it, characters are okay but never more than one dimensional, dialogue okay but predictable, aliens and termanology are a bit unimaginative but it will keep you turning the pages. 

i make a date with the sun, the future is arriving, my calculations point to december, maybe the 20th or 21st. the wave will arrive in earth's atmosphere around that period and i will be ready. that's all. mutation is adaptation, adaptation is evolution. my rituals are prepared in advance, i have a date with destiny.

big night out, wandering around the city with some long lost friends, in and out of bars and pubs, i'm at the italian film festival with some celebrities whom seem to have adopted me, an actress and director and we agree to watch the new version of pinocchio which is rather good, much more loyal to the book than the disney version.

my new round of herbal cookies are amazing, quality cake. wow!

news from europa is bad, lockdown high mortality and infection rates, this c-19 thing is moving faster than we can.

anyways, here's the issue.

all governments (except china) are in the dark, they have to make it up as they go along. they have to balance economy with infection. it's notoriously hard as they must appear to know what they are doing, the illusion of control. yet if they had power over their masters they would make one simple announcement.

build your immune system by exercise, diet and joy. spend time with your family and loved ones, life is short and then you die. balance work, rest and play. 

no govt. has made that announcement, instead they are instructing people to isolate, stay inside, wear masks and ppc, don't go out to the beach.

the issue is this virus is not as deadly as cancer so why are we never seeing a worldwide race to cure cancer. because of money. because of control. the vaccination for c-19 will be compulsory, you won't be able to travel or work unless you have had the vaccine. and the vaccine will not be the cure.

so i'd suggest keep calm, keep reasonably healthy, build the immune system and don't buy into to much hysteria. in fact turn of the news, watch something more creative and relax. 

fleeting moments in the water at the beach, watching the supermoon, the stars sprawl across the bay, it's picture postcard, a zen night garden, a lullaby for the motherless children as i think about the dead.
thoughts to the dead, the old people, the people who are in graves, the people who are lonely and isolated because the family can't see them in quarantine zones, the dead-end streets, the tunneled vision, the obscured by clouds, the people who lost their jobs, the people who are without. 
i saw a film clip of a woman in a big modern city apartment standing on the balcony yelling out at anyone who could hear, 'help me, help me, i am trapped here with the dead body of my mother, please someone help me.'
it is now a terrible situation for humanity as fear sweeps its way through the world. conspiracy and paranoia, infecting minds. stockpiling in survival mode. people clutching at straws while others hold hands.
in fear the amygdala shuts down compassion, care, kindness and understanding. we only think about survival.
listen to the media words:
lockdown, virus, disease, death, surveillance, military, recession, depression. 
watch the new global sport as countries play the dead population game show, numbers soar, the world watches.
i think the virus is the antidote.
it takes no prisoners, ignores borders, ideology, race.
now it is time to contemplate what we have surrendered to. 
what's important baby?
money?
ambition?
fame?
recognition?
these things do not matter to the soul.
they are requirements of mind.

richard dawkins a scientific fundamentalist whom i have never really endorsed says 'we are just progenitors of dna and it is every living object's sole purpose, our prime directive.'

yet if you think about it, 'it is the rationalism of frogs living at the bottom of wells that deny the existence of mountains,' so says a much wiser man frithjof schuon.

materialism is the wrong road. as i have been writing for eons, ideologies, all of them, they are fundamentally wrong. capitalism, socialism are atomized reality infiltrating our lives and reducing life into valueless paper or constructs. the money is not real. debt is a side effect but so is mental health and the natural environment. so is love.

the world has been visited by covid-19 which reveals a house of cards society exposed now as it falls, globalism has ended. money has ended. even in affluent societies like iceland everyone is in debt.

the average household debt in au. 200%

covid 19 is showing us the value of toilet paper over diamonds.

i'm captain mission and i'm going to fucking save us all.