amazed by how many people still follow the mainstream media, it's like they are totally gone, minds just conditioned to accept everything they are programmed. i once did a course with robert anton wilson, RAW who taught me to always question everything from multiple viewpoints. in some of his books he lists a number of exercises the reader can do to train the brain. then he inverts it by getting you to immerse yourself in viewpoints and ideologies you reject, so if you are anti gun start being pro gun for a week and go to gun clubs and mix with pro gun people and take on their ideas and rationale as an exercise. if you are a born again christian become islamic or satanic, the lesson being that these are ideas we attach ourselves to, these ideas propel us through our lives yet they can be adopted and abandoned very easily, they sometimes clash with one another but yet they are not the person, they just drive that person.

this is a precursor to chaos magick where belief is the engine that drives the practitioner. it is not the magick, that is the relationship you establish with the intelligent universe. these beliefs eventually fall away in tragedy which is why i am not an ideological person, there are no good ideas other than a few basic universal ones. the left overs usually are in conflict with one another, in the same way our internal conflicts come from two opposing ideas. should i eat the cake or the carrot, i can't decide and it's making me anxious. anxiety propels me towards the cake, the cake makes me fat, and makes me more anxious so i eat more cake. 

let them eat cake, a french girl once said.

me i say, eat both, but make a carrot cake.

now the nazi's run the world i keep a low profile, it's not the 'life during war time' talking heads sing about but it's close. there's no real difference with these new nazi's compared to the old ones, they don't wank on about aryan races so much but they are mostly aryan themselves, they just have 'useful idiots' to do the dirty work, the woke, the trans people, the brainwashed university types, the morons who watch abc or bbc for news, guardian readers, twitteratti, you know the type. 

what the useful idiots never learn because they are dumb or brainwashed ( you can help the brainwashed ones) is after the fight they come next. they are the first to go.

that's why they are known as 'useful idiots.'

check stalin.

me, i'm happy just being an idiot, but i will never be useful to the national socialists. the green movement and the globalists.

anyways, i watched a fantastic documentary about an american guy in california who goes around interviewing the gay community what side they support, isreal or palestine. yeah it's pretty polarizing but these young americans all said they support the palestinians.

then he takes his camera to palestine and interviews the citizens what they think about gays and lesbians and 99% percent of them replied they should be murdered. except one, who happened to be gay. he had to be filmed in secret and his identity withheld. he spoke about what the palestinian authority and hamas do to gays and lesbians and believe me, it wasn't good, end result death. then our intrepid reporter returns to the usa and shows the gay and lesbian useful idiots the results. It's fascinating, shocking and ultimately liberating as these poor useful idiots begin to realize everything they know is wrong. one even says, 'i have been given the wrong information.'

yeah well, i guess for the moment the nazi's have won, ironically a lot of dumb jews helped them, especially in the democrat party. suckers!

another fascinating interview i heard today was with sonia nassary cole on the situation in afghanistan. now this was heartbreaking, and anyone who voted for the democrats should listen to her story. it's an absolute horror story. fuck you democrats. 

the democrats are the real fascists, their agenda is terrifying if you value freedom and individual rights. unfortunately democrats and republicans are the same, it's a uni party with shared interests which is why trump is hated by them so much and the media attempt to destroy him. he wanted to drain the swamp and the swamp is everywhere, currently pumping money into the ukraine prolonging a war that is simple to resolve. 

the mainstream western media is failing, people switch off, seek alternatives and one that is reasonably good is TNT radio. it's an internet station that is broadcast around the world from various places with a wide range of views, but one thing they all share is they are generally united on the global machinations and what is coming. they get things wrong, but that's okay generally they are on the right track.

anyway, my heads down, i keep in the shadows, i eat my peanut butter and spinach rolls, i chat to my jos, yeah the witchcraft sisterhood is converging, i should start my own coven. 

  

down at the beach this morning watching the surf, i had my coffee and sat there looking at the waves. it's been a while since i went in myself, and i can feel the pull. that cold shock is a deterrent but i have to break through, tomorrow morning i decide.

i read a few chapters of a book, the warmth of the sun upon my skin, the irritating voice of a loud hungover moron behind me, talking to his girl. i have to move. i wander around the corner and discover much has changed in this sleepy town, there's a lot of live music, street entertainment i guess, the coffee shops are all upgraded and have slick new looks, there are exciting new restaurants and i discover a new bakery, specializing in sourdoughs and rye's and i pop in to have a look discover something amazing, something truly wonderful. 

my love of spinach pies goes back to my days in adalaide, where my partner and i would wake up after a debauched night and wander out for our coffee and spinach pie. this was the only time we ever left the house and the only food we ever ate. 

since that time my affection for spinach pies borders on obsessional, and all my friends know i would hunt sydney looking for a perfect pie, as good as the adalaide one. i almost found it around the corner from fountain plaza but they were inconsistent and seemed to go up in price every time i bought one, plus the bakery itself suffered from an interior design that i can only describe as the doldrums. bad energy kinda killed the pie experience. i've looked everywhere but never really found the ultimate pie / roll. 

there are variations on the pie, various cheeses, dried onion, spinach or silverbeet, you know it's a craft.

and then at this new local bakery, this perfect sunday morning i glimpse in the corner the pies / rolls.

there it is like the bloody holy grail, a perfect looking spinach roll. i line up and queue, the place is packed. it's lush inside, perfect presentation and products. the staff all look glamorous, like supermodels with immaculate hair and nails, eyelashes and suddenly i feel conflicted, what have i walked into?

at the counter a super friendly lady asks how she can help, with a tinge of ambiguity and suddenly i relax.

'a spinach roll please.'

i wave my card over the pay wave machine like a wand and am given a beautiful box wrapped up in a crisp brown paper bag. i offer my appreciation and wander around the corner back to the ocean where i find a seat and pull out this chunky roll. wow, it's hot but i bite in through the amazing crispy pastry and start my experience. 

simply put, this is the best spinach roll ever.

better than adaliade even. 

i'll be back. if this quality is consistent i think i have a new fave spot!    

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 all week i have been procrastinating about my one single task, to clear out my garage. it's been there waiting for me for the last two weeks but i have constantly come up with various excuses to myself. 
it's raining, it's to dark, its full of spiders and snakes, not enough time, after lunch, after work, after checking e mails, after reading, an endless array of pathetic excuses. well this morning i awoke to a beautiful day and considered my responsibility. i did my laundry, had a coffee and then threw myself into the task.
3 hours non stop, heads down mindless sorting out the good the bad and the ugly it's done. i was ruthless, threw out a lot of sentimental stuff but discovered some interesting items, a deck of divination cards i designed years ago, a strange deck indeed as the goal is to discover the question not the answer. it's quite unique and sophisticated and surprisingly accurate. i also discovered some old photographs of jake, a marriage cert and some photo's of my travels through foreign lands. i found occult notebooks, out of print rare novels and some strange artefacts from previous lives. i basically ended u throwing most things out, one thing i did find was the battery charger i was looking for that powers my garden tools. now i'm going to catch some sun and chill out, i feel like i deserve it.

33 years after the fatwa, some lunatic gets rushdie in new york with a knife, all because he wrote a fiction book some religious nutcase didn't like. stone age mentality ruled back then and it's even worse now as we slide into quasi intellectual contextualisation of stone age ideas dressed up with new terminology,  the abuse of children, the forced medication of society, the polarisation between left and right, the isms, the weaponisation of the institutions, the dumbing down of education, the rise of mediocracy and blandness, the war against the individual. the rushdie was a landmark in my life, i left europe hoping to find a more libertarian society back then and for a few decades i did, australia was the promised land. but slowly it crept in, the rise of socialism, cultural marxism, the hypocrisy of the green economy, the big govt. surveillance, the war against their own people, it all infiltrated paradise. those moronic united nations, the corrupt who, the manipulative world economic forum, our masters want your money, they want your body and now your soul. 

the rushdie affair was a huge turning point in my life as it should be for anyone who values the pursuit of freedom. all i can think about today is the end of the west. i've come full cycle.

  

captain mission

 

my joint has burnt out low, i'm sitting in a strange capsule of light, empty sensations of pre birth and death, maybe a slight breeze. some people know many words to describe different types of winds, trade winds, westerlies, polar, monsoon, land and sea winds, mountain and valley winds and various local winds, then there's derivatives. i imagine cultures would have even more intricate descriptions and names for various winds just like the ice cultures have 50 words for snow, and the sanskrit cultures have hundreds of words for consciousness. 

i'm stoned, in the breeze. 

listening to some weird sounds from the late 70's, it's side two of heroes with it's bleak kind of mourning wail sandwiched between two funky tunes. i like emotive music, almost shamanic in some sort of western tradition of dereliction of duty to a good history, post war blues. the aftermath on a psychological level, as it drifts through culture, loss, dejection, rubble and shame. it's rare that music can capture a tragedy, it's audacious to put it between two dance tracks. 

a big day looms, date with a beautiful witch, although neither one of us has actually called it a date. maybe it's just lunch i don't know but i'm excited and looking forwards to seeing her. i can't write much about her as she's just popped into existence in captain mission's universe but she has always been out there, hovering in deep darkest peru, drinking ayahuscia and learning her craft. born in arnhem land, with viking heritage. she looks like a warrior, has the eyes of a wolf, she's got the face of a queen and the mind of an octopus. i connected straight away, we share so many things and yet she is so very different. i imagine our paths have crossed before, i feel it but i can't work out how yet, some deep past life stuff going on there. 

anyway, hornsby is not the most romantic spot and to be honest i would have preferred the city or terrigal but i have to adapt to the situation. 

i hual ass down the freeway, i'm tuning into radio tnt which i have to say is a 24 hours radio station i like, it smashes through all known bullshit and has interesting guests. i don't nessesserlily agree with everything but i like they present a different perspective, and one i am aligned to these days. makes me feel a bit saner that i know there are other people out there who know exactly what's going on and are not beguiled by the mediocracy of fluffy trends that are as much virtue signalling as they are theft. anyways, i move down the freeway cutting it close to the deadline, parking as usual a challenge but my pixie parking assistant gets me a prime spot where i literally walk to the rendezvous point dead on time. 

an arm reaches out, a hug and we are away.

ah thoth priestess and danu, her wolf like aura brings light to an otherwise dreary day. 

halfway through the magnificent series stephen donaldson has written after crossing from fantasy into science fiction the man writes something as magnificent as anything banks, reynolds, hamilton or any contemporary writer has produced. it really is brutal, the characters are so well written, you start by loving them and then hating them or vice versa, the universe he creates is rich and the story has pace. i'm really enjoying the quality or detail, the style and the personalities. it's the ring cycle, set in space.