soon science will discover what is already known, dark energy is actually quintessence. captain mission walks through the mass of atomic structures between molecules, between quark and charm, he is harmonized and complete, a fully formed creative fractal spiralling outwards. in the galaxy he encompasses new births are creates, formulas achieved, the fatalistic probability makes new patterns and deterministic outcomes reformat themselves.

harbinger of freedom, those who come come, those who don't don't. liberation is not found in deception but in freedom from deception, it is not found in spiritual people and their agendas. it is not found in byron bay it is found in the place you least expect it. escape your own trap. 

deceptions are mirror universes filled with smoke, some people fill their hearts with them, others clear. some who think they are clear are just trapped, some who think they are trapped are free. 

i am quintessence. 

the mornings surf, big waves propell me forwards, i notice how my skills are improving. i can turn and twist, steer into waves and slip quickly into physical mode so that i can activate my system. it's the flip of a switch, a shift into the correct state. it's beautiful. 

the day is excellent.

and dawn is rising.

tradespeople walk through mission control, there's renovations occurring and it's a big job so my driveway is blocked with trucks and a trail of flooring, tiles and empty concrete bags. the sound of people industriously redesigning filters through to the back of mission control. i'm hanging around catching up on paperwork, e mails and stuff. no work for a few days, yay! 

so far i have had a big clean out, so far i have made a slight dent. i'm recovering form a big weekend, my body feels tired and aches, i really need a big sleep. 

i chat to my father about the elections, we both know. he's telling me about some clint eastwood film he likes, i tell him about the one i just saw, richard jewel. we both like clint eastwood, dad for his cowboy roles, me for his directing choices.

later i speak to my crop circle contact whom believes time travellers are responsible. we speak about the 'farm' and the eerie activities, it is quite strange such events happen in such a small area but the cattle story freaks me out, that's just freaky.

i'm do not subscribe to the time travel theory with crop circles, i've always thought it's information encoded within the earth itself. mostly concerning technology, free energy and perpetual motion machines. 

i'm not surprised to learn that there are a now a number of scientists and engineers whom are designing machines based upon the patterns within crop circles. a number of vibrationary tools especially rife machines are based upon crop circle designs. also ancient devices from prehistory seem to match patterns found in circles. there is much speculation about ancient technology but i feel it is more than likely.

i lost my sense of humour, i looked for it everywhere, starting in all the obvious places, i looked under my bed, on the windowsill, i searched through my drawers and bookshelves, i looked in four places at once, i tried scanning the ceilings and staring at the walls but it was nowhere to be seen. perhaps i dropped it when i was walking along the beach. i panicked with the single thought, maybe the dog ate it, he would do something like that, i have noticed his inclination towards me lately is to pull little tricks and pranks. oh no!
my dog ate my sense of humour, devoured it while i was distracted. i can't believe it yet it is the sort of thing that could happen to me. i ring the vet.
'we never heard such nonsense, dogs don't have humour, but bring him in, we better check him out.'
'well i'm warning you, be prepared.'
of course the dog has hidden the box, he's also not in his kennel where he enjoys snoozing but he's swinging in my hammock reading peanuts and wearing my special rose coloured glasses. i offer him a dog biscuit but he demands a something more sophisticated, 'why do you give me those stupid biscuits, they just taste like cardboard,' he says. 

i'm in no mood to enter a discussion, i carry him to the car, i'll drive he says.
'you can't, you have no...'
'licence. i do, it's a dog licence.'
'oh no, you stupid dog you ate my sense of humour.'
'well it's not very funny is it, i mean it's no robin williams, no ricky gervais, i think i'm doing you a favour really.'
'shut up and let's go see this vet maybe he can help.'
'he's not sticking anything in me, i have rights you know. i should have a private health fund anyway.'

'even i don't have one so forget it.'

'last time i went to the vet this woman with a dead duck was there.'

'so, we can be in an out, you don't have to play with any other animals.'

'oh that duck was dead. the vet kept telling her but she wouldn't listen, she kept yelling at him, my ducks not dead he might be in a coma, he's not dead!'

'the vet called in a big labrador who then sniffed the duck from head to toe. then he gave the vet a look and shook his head slowly with his big sad eyes.

next a cat came in and did the same thing, meowed softly and shook its head slowly. so the vet looks at the woman and says, this is a certifiable dead duck. he goes over to his computer and punches in a few keys then to the printer where he grabs a sheet that feeds out, and hands the bill to the woman.

she reads it and shouts out, $1000, just to tell me my duck is dead.

the vet shrugs and says, lady if you had just taken my word for it the bill would be $20 but with the lab report and the cat scan it's $1000.'

'jesus, don't give up your day job,' i mutter as we hit the highway north.

'it's your humour mission.'

'ahh well a confession at least.'

'i was hungry and you leave it laying around, what do you expect?'

when angelica revealed her true nature to me i was not really surprised, i mean i'd always suspected she was from another planet so anything less would not shock me. we were cleaning up, washing and drying, she was standing there with bright yellow rubber gloves, naked from the waist up and wearing heels and a short skirt. i don't know why she liked to dress so provocatively when she did her domestic chores, maybe to get me more involved in the mundane. it worked.

halfway through the dinner dishes she flicked me with some soap suds and stood there waiting to see how i'd react, i waved the spatula in front of her face, smiling i teased, 'not very clever, to splash a man with a spatula in his hand,' she laughed at me and i went to whack her then she said, 'you know, i was clear for a few years, it's changed, i've moved into a different level.'

the spatula stopped in mid-swing and she grabbed it from me, 'i'm actually an ot8.'

'is this some gnostic group, oto, iot, current 88, i don't know what ot8 is angelica.'

'i don't know how to tell you this, i hope you understand, i'd like you to think about joining me.'

'joining you, in what exactly, you know i don't like groups, gangs or cults.'

'captain mission, i am a scientologist.

i flicked the bubbles at her, 'yeah, well i'm not joining.'

'listen,' she directed, 'i am 0t8 now, that's as high as it gets, please listen to what i am saying.'

'okay let's finish the domestics and then we can discuss this but i should warn you i've studied every known and unknown group, infiltrated them all and gone through the ranks only to exit.'
angelica passes me a tea towel and we start working our way through the dishes.
'yeah, well you are the smartest guy in the universe. so how come you have never heard of the ot8 mission?'
'i was fast tracked to a level you don't know about.'
'get out, you were not. there is no level after ot8.'
'oh yeah there is, it's called ctc and there are only a handful of us.'
she pulls off the gloves and slides up to me, her arms wrap around my shoulders, 'what's ctc stand for?'
'clear thetan clear.'
'fuck you mission.'
i grab her waist, 'sure, let's.'
'seriously, i wanna know why i don't know about ctc.'
'i can't answer that.'
'why did they fast track you.'

'i passed the test babe.'

'fuck, really? how come you never told me.'

i shrug my shoulders, go back to cleaning dishes.

'you should have told me, you said you would share everything with me.'

i spin around to face her, soft lips pouting, eyes open wide.

'i do tell you everything but there's a lot of everything and it takes time. you capiche?'

'mission, that's slippery, ' she's sneering but smiles, 'and clever.'

anyway what's ctc all about, please tell me, please?'

'it's cosmic stuff, one you get to that level they just let you go.'

'what the church never let anyone go.'

'they let the ctc's go babe.'

'why?'

'because we don't need it and they know it. we are not agents for the church, we are agents for something bigger and the church know it.'

'this is insane, you are fucking making this up just to annoy me.'

'no way, if i wanted to annoy you i'd just do this,' and with that i flicked a whole large blob of soap suds art her face point black.

'ewe, tell me mission. '

'tell you what?'

'about the ctc status.'

'it means i'm clear babe. clear of mest.'

'how?'

'fate, chance, accident of birth, luck, a strange and an unusual brain, some research, a few good teachers along the way, a healthy attitude to reality and my own personal special ingredient which must remain a mystery.'

'fuck you, come on, tell me what can you do.'

'anything. i want.'

'oh that's kinda sexy,' she says, moving closer.'

'so really do you have any affiliation to them?'

'none. i walked in one day, did all their tests and then more, got invited back for more and yet more and then they proclaimed me in ceremony and i was free.'

'to do what?'

'anything, but i choose my mission.'

standing on her tiptoes her lips almost meet mine, she smells of peaches. 'it's amazing. all this time i thought you had no interest in us.'

'i really don't, it's okay to be part of something, a family, a group, club whatever, religion even but i hold no creed or follow nothing so structured.'

'but you still have the dishes to do.'

'always.'

  

steve comes onstage and strums his guitar it's some sort of new semi acoustic one i have not seen him play before. what happened to that old beaten up one with the black tape? 

i liked that look, it told stories and tales and was no mere guitar, that guitar has soul, and what's this. he's wearing a sort of black dress suit with a red shirt, like a naughty mephisto hosting a cabaret, the magic theater has begun. the band begins and it rocks when it needs to and it rolls where it does, and it's very good. it's actually better than the cd, it's alive, with just the right amount of chaos that makes it interesting to me. these players are veterans, all individual in their field. i watch them all do their thing effortlessly, in union like a school of fish following the man in the red shirt through the corridors of the mind, off love, loss, hurt and regret, off prayer and 11 women. 

it's hard to define why this band is good, i feel it's the element of chaos, it merges into the unity and creates something else. it's the bleed, colours mixing and swirling, steve singing with conviction as always and passion always makes interesting art.

i'm sold.

this is a new version of steve, same as the old but with a different background, it's loose and rambling, it's tight and fit. these guys are excellent and all is proven in my own personal fave, 'doris mcalister,' a song about a witch. i like that dark stuff in music, my inner old gothic nature feels like it needs to play. 

the second half set is perfection.

now i'm just an old man, sitting down the front with my friend as we sip our cocktails and our hash cookies kick in. the sound of 'providence.'

steve always plays this song and i always love it when he does. i always feel he's playing it for grant, out of love. i have no idea if that's true but i like to think it is and i am certain it is.

tonight this simple song becomes majestic as it moves into others, segues into, 'is this where you live' and some devotional george harrison like hindu chanting and back into 'providence' again and i'm taken into that strange place where the church always take me, that strange place where steve opens doors and portals for me, that doorway that feels so much like home.

well obviously the second set will be a whole batch of re imagined church songs and stuff from steve's massive catalogue of solo work.

but no, expect the unexpected. 

they play a few songs from the next 'winged heels' album, and oh, 'swinging on the moon,' a song i have never heard but it's stolen my heart already, and i hope it's as good as the live version. look out you rock and rollers.

all the other songs are equally as alluring, i'm so excited to hear the next album now. this is a curious band, very unique in many ways that all these people came from other great bands, icehouse, the models, gareth koch is a maestro at his classical form and yet plays rock with such finesse and unusual riffs, he makes it look easy, standing there like a giant with his fingers moving along the neck, making these sounds come alive. i love all the musicians, they are excellent but it's the drummer who stands out the most. i have no idea where he is from or whom he is but he was quite brilliant. inventive, restrained and powerful. fun to watch, and having a groovy time.

encoring with a reworked 'milky way' that sounded fresh and as magickal as the first time i heard it, steve closes the set. the winged heels are a live band. 

upstairs with all the people as usual i wonder what i am doing there, oh yeah i think, i really wanna give steve a hash cookie as this batch is amazing, although i'm tempted to eat it as the munchies kick in, show restraint mission i think. fortunately we share a few moments to chat before everyone is whisked away. he's telling me about a san pedro experience and it's a good story, makes me happy to hear it. 

down on the street at foxy studios my friend and i wander to the tram, watching huge bats fly over our heads, swoop swoop. i feel happy. it was a very good night.    

another dawn surf see's massive swell, the water much warmer neptunes arms embracing my in turbulence and chaos. mostly all i hear is the crashing of waves and the loud beat inside my body, it's been a long time since my heart was so loud. there are moments where i suck down air filling hungry lungs about to burst. i watch people being swept away in the swell, a lady tumbles over backwards, she looks really nervous and i reach out for her arm, elp her back to the shore. it's terrible out there yet i move forwards past the fear, the shock and awe into the calm ocean out the back where the waves come hard and fast but synchronized in sets. i catch the smaller ones and find myself travelling through time and space, through into beyond zen, into raw ein sof.

i create

i recreate

only action is true reflection of who, there is no greater good only good. there is no greater god only god, there is no truth other than what is true and there is no love other than the magick of myself and all i create. 

my mind and heart expand through the universe and penetrate all realms, quasi and quasar, my antenna picks up signals from local and intergalactic. there's a lot happening through emanation,  

at one point i find myself in a barrel, the wall of water seems frozen in time, it gives me a moment to think.

down at the beach, some choppy waves in early morning haze, i'm in and out, getting my body adjusted to the freezing shock of cold water. what happened, a day ago it was warm, did an iceberg melt of the coast?after a few moments i adjust, that sharp breathing levels out. i swim out and catch a few waves.

a cold shower and a search for a new coffee shop, i cast my eyes towards what was 'the amalfi' only to find it has a new look, new owners, new name. the captains cafe. ah home away from home, and they do a good latte to.

the day is spent continuing the work on mission control, it's changing rapidly, and looking far more interesting now. there's still a lot of things to move and clear out but it's beginning to manifest into a respectable living environment. it only took me 6 years. 

i smoke a joint after a long day, the evening descends soft and gentle, birds bring me gifts, i remember to feed my fish as the sun sinks. it's a clear sky, i think i may watch the stars tonight. 

the word for the new age is 

DOMINION

keep an open mind, watch the feeds, listen to the ones you never listen to, be prepared to reach satori and understand you were fighting on the wrong side. what you thought was good is evil, what you think is right is wrong. humans off planet earth DOMINION already is here, it intervened and is controlled by the darkest force upon earth. are you part of DOMINION or are you strong enough to stand in the truth. no matter what that truth is?

those that know will know, those that do not know will find out in time if they look. the truth is worse than you can imagine because most of you were fighting a battle for the enemy. the truth always will trump the lie. and if it doesn't we will live under DOMINION 

listen