europa.

it's very likely kinetic war will break out very soon, especially now the usa has sabotaged the pipeline. russia will respond. 

the west has handled this whole drama incorrectly, it has a lot to answer for. 

firstly there are two treaties signed after the break up of the soviet union signed by the west. they specify no bases will be build upon any countries bordering russia. and like it of not for the last 10 years putin has consistently warned the west to remove their bases (mostly housing biological weapons) and the west has kept encroaching. nato, is expansionist and it's funded by america. 

under trump nato was kept in place, as was putin. 

but biden is a puppet for the globalists, the united nations, the eu, the clinton foundation and the world economic forum. trump wanted to drain the swamp (the deep state) but the deep state is deeper and wider than we can imagine and it relentlessly attempted to destroy him. 

there is no way the deep state, a global cabal of secret services, institutions and media will let him run again. they want war, it feeds them. you have to follow the money. 

(trump was the only american president who went in richer than when he came out. he was also the only president that never started a war)

ironically the elites want to bring down economies, end cash and individual independence to create a vast population of dependant people. the new currency will be totally credit, tied to social status controlled by the elites, similar to the chinese system where if an individual is seen to speak out against the govt. they are punished by switching off their credit and ability to move. the trail for this was covid. if you think that was just about health you are nuts. 

and if you think this is far fetched, look at what happened in canada during the lockdown and the truckers protesting. their bank accounts were shut down, any one contributing donations to them were also shut down. it's happening now all over the world as paypal freezes transactions of those it deems anti globalist or people that challenge the mainstream narrative. 

there's a lot of issues happening on planet earth, if you are astute you would know war broke out almost a decade ago, it just never became kinetic until...today...tomorrow. 

hang on to yourself.

 

fate healer, let me put my hands on you.

the queen, 
god save her man, look she's dead and we should not talk ill of dead but to be honest it's impossible not to. let's see. i have lived out of the uk for about 34 years, i never liked or felt anything for the uk as my home country, it was a place i was born. i liked london in 1977 to 1980 and then discovered life elsewhere. america, europa, asia all held more allure and fascination for me than the downright glum english take of reality. empire and all that stuff, the class system, the dull grey middle class management, the establishment, the bbc, the fucking hypocrisy of the guardian and the left, the dumb morons on the right, it was never for me. i rejected it all. the only thing the uk had going was the music was good, the beatles, the stones, bowie as was the humour.

the one thing i never really understood was the royals and those whom followed them. i was in the usa when charles got married, i was in sydney when diana died, by then i had already begun to grow more attached to australia than i ever felt any kind of connection to the uk.

the royals, not even the original english royal family, impostors. yet the english loved them, the press loved them, their privilege and drama fed the media for years while also protecting them. 

you never see stories about the amount of money charles makes from the green industry, you don't hear that much about his connections to jimmy saville, and then there's andrew. their stuck up snooty wives, their stupid dumb dogs and their hunting and killing of wild animals.

the queen was okay, she kept it royal and english, i guess she never really got out much amongst her real people but she seemed harmless enough. although in her younger days she was 'sieg heiling' with the rest of them. plus there were all those executive death warrants she signed for prisoners in the colonies.

anyway she is dead. 

the people could see her in her coffin at westminster, all they had to do was queue up for three days to have a gawk. meanwhile if you were one of her majesty's lords, or a govt member  you could push in and see her without queuing. and the british public are quite okay with that. 

serfs.

i want better rulers, better govt. better quality than privileged lords, ladies, queens and kings. it's a medieval idea and the people that follow that kind of thing are medieval  thinkers. 

any head of state has to be visionary, egoless and live a normal live amongst the people. they need to have the respect of their nation, the belief in them is their power.

take me, i'd make an excellent king, in fact emperor. 

you wouldn't have to call me emperor mission, captain is fine. i'd probably have to resign from work but my wage would stay the same, and the public could contribute if i needed to attend some event that means something. not a fucking polo match. anyway, i'd make sure everyone was eating good organic food, educating their minds and following their purpose in life. the one thing i won't be doing is hunting fucking ducks and foxes! 

 

 

 

 

so the days have fallen, hard upon the spike and in the garden, all that bloomed withers and returns from whence it once came. ashes to dust, to the mote in a gods eye, as time plays it's fiddle, a foreboding accompaniment to a man on fire, a strange little lust for life as twilight descends upon the sunset of reason, i sip my cocktail and watch embers soar upon ideological thermals that once burned so bright, now burn away to reveal the darkness. i smoke my joint, i sip my tea, i can't tell the difference between time and memory. 

  

 freak out in a moonage daydream

 kooky didn't even come close. 

i get to the cinema an hour before the movie starts, i am uncertain how many people will turn up and even if there will be tickets left. i guess i thought every one loves bowie as much as me. 

avoca has a beautiful little cinema, it's right on the beach, has a lovely little shop and a coffee area where you can sit outside and relax, which is what i did. i had taken my book with me, and some bowie tunes were being blasted out hidden speakers. i'm sitting there sipping a perfect hot chocolate when two people ask if they can join me, one a huge rocker called rod, and his friend a very friendly blonde lady who sits next to me and starts chatting away. i put my book away, and try not to look at her in any sort of lecherous way, but i am a male and she is pretty gorgeous. she smells nice to and has these very alluring eyes. anyway she's quick to tell me she is with her friend, and i figure he is obviously a good friend as he runs around doing her bidding. she invites me to sit with them at the back of the cinema, which is perfect. i wanted the back seat.

when the movie starts, my hash cookie kicks in and i know i'm in trouble as the audience all falls into a very serene quiet and my companions start chatting loudly,  moving around, dancing and clapping their hands. let me tell you the back row got raucous. then the blonde lady decides to slide in next to me, grab my hand and start swaying as bowie sings a classic. we end up exchanging numbers but not names, although i show her my name and right at the end of the night she shares her's. 

the actual moonage daydream documentary is good, it's just bowie talking all the way through and he is very philosophical and wise. i like what he says, through various phases in his life. he's always been cerebral and explored pushing boundaries, i loved his take on his own output at the height of his fame and commercial success. there were some great mixes of songs, stems that fugue into others, isolated parts and clips of live performances against a backdrop of documentary footage. a lot of stuff i have seen before on you tube.

look it's going to be a challenge making a film about bowies life, you could make several about different stages and facets of his output, but to attempt to contain bowie in one single film is impossible. so credit where it's due, they did a good job here, especially as they seemed to follow bowies spiritual pathway, as a uniting theme that links his works. and when you discover that the director also faced a life / death situation while making the film i guess you begin to appreciate the path the biography takes.

at the end of the movie i work out that my new friends are probably quite drunk and the cute blonde lady says loudly, 'i never did very well when i was in rehab.' loud enough for a few people to hear. i laugh, not at her but because i liked that she said it. it was very disruptive in a way, shocking i guess but it was funny. outside we share a joint, she tells me her name, invites me to a gig and sends me a text, 'LETS DANCE.'. 

yeah there was my evening, kooky to say the least. i was planning an introspective intimate emotional evening with bowie, but instead i get a buxom blonde nymphet with alluring eyes and a great smell. 

verily, in the middle of mid apocalyptic dystopia the sun streams through the blinds, the spread of light filters across my office and i listen to my messages. birds are alarmed, insects are in fear as humanity takes a sharp turn to the left or right, it don't matter, you are fucked unless you are cashed up or have a property with water, food and guns. they are coming for you. but there's only one way out and that's through. straight through with love and compassion and some krishna energy. 

i had big plans today, people to see, places to go, new experiences. however a sudden change in atmospheric conditions in and out influenced me to keep the day to myself in isolation. immediately my phone starts ringing, one person after the other so ironically i don't get much time alone. anyway i chat for a while, listen mostly. even my mum and i communicate over skype- o-matic,and we have the most agreeable conversation. wow!

anyways after the calls  i discover the new bowie film, 'moonage daydream' is on at avoca, so i plan a night with bowie, i mean i have to see this one right? all i know is it's going to be, emotional.

then i feel the hash cookie come on and i start panicking in case i forget to see the movie while looking for a pair of scissors while caught in some sort of time vortex that hides in my kitchen. ah, play some music i think, a bowie cd, but then i get trapped in indecision, which one. 

okay i can see it's a kooky day.    

heading down to brooklyn, the highway south, a windy bit of freeway reveals the majestic waters of the hawksberry river, the gorgeous serenity of prehistoric times, a landscape untouched by human civilisation, pure nature, the light bouncing over the water, the strange fractal of waterways, the magnificent rocks structure, towers above and below. i take the side road off the freeway passed the secret graveyard, along the tiny road that leads down to the sleepy hidden village. parking is easy, there's hardly anyone in town. i head towards the corner where the coffee shop / cake shop offers me something along the lines of a strong latte. 

i have an appointment with a mysterious stranger who contacted me online, he wants to meet me for some project he has to complete, all i know is he seems interested in ghosts.

after my coffee i sit down in the pub where a silver haired man on the next table asks if i am captain mission.

'yeah,' i say as he scoots over to join me.

'i'm future,' he offers.

'so i have seen the future,' i reply.

he laughs.

he talks about his project, it's a science based look into contact with spirits through ouji boards. 

a memory flicks by my mind, ghostbusters, my future is sitting down with me.

we talk as he asks me about my experience, 'the truth is far stranger than fiction,' i tell future.

he seems like a decent guy, a genuine soul looking for answers. he says he will contact me at some point in time and we will begin the experiments. 

strange dreams, a friend of mine who is not really a friend invites himself over to mission control and then appears dressed in a military uniform complete with medals and regalia. he requests to stay the night but in the early hours wanders around into peoples bedrooms including my son whom is also living with me. the uniform begins to ask my son various questions, personel questions. it's soon morphs into an interrogation which i interrupt by grabbing him by the collar and throwing him out. 
next i'm at sydney airport, i have just checked my bags in and walk through passport control into a huge shopping area where i notice a large cafe. i head to get myself a coffee and notice an ex girlfriend there. i try to avoid her but she has seen me and starts following me. 

i shake her by weaving through crowds.

i do have a slight fever, get myself down to the docs and find out i have a chest infection. i have to take antibiotics. fucking pills, i hate them.  i have a few days off work at least, gotta take it easy chill out and relax. 

you haul ass to the city and meet some people, a wilde child and northman david, both members of that wonderful church family, old timers, strange souls caught in the glamour of our leading man, a boho genius from planet ziggy, a real talented mofo with brain power turned up higher than mere mortals. in an age of idols he's the antithesis, the thinking  woman's artiste extraordinaire. he took the path to pop stardom and ended up so much more. slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, pistol and sword of untold destiny, irony and fate on a hot plate. we will follow that star. we do.
i don't know, it's not much that gets me out these days but here was a much needed event, a shot in the arm, a deep fix for a stoned pessimistic captain mission, jonesing for something fucking alive and vital. energy fixes i need:

love.
plant medicine and cosmic thinking
the ocean and its waves on my body
sex and love with beautiful women
good stimulating thought provoking books
the church

these are the things i need to live.

last time i saw them was in a strange venue somewhere far out in an unknown place, a suburb of sydney i felt out of place in, in a venue that was chaotic and among a rowdy crowd of drunk people, pushing and heaving, carrying on like saturday night down the pub with the inxs cover band playing. the sound was distorted, i was in the wrong place, the songs went in and out of phase, the mix kept moving around and i promised myself next time i see them i will find a place at the back, in the middle and listen. 

don't get me wrong, i love being down the front but with musicians like these guys unless the sound is perfect it's a trade off. i want the quality.

this time around, the metro is a known known, a place i have seen many great bands and always found the crowd reasonable, the sound good, the small intimacy of a club yet the volume of a bigger one. tonight the queue outside was impressive, it must have been full capacity as they disappeared around the corner. i meet with gareth koch outside and we exchange our first coherent conversation, he's funny, we have a chuckle. the queue gets longer. we figure its sprawling around the block. 

we are the last to enter, northman david gets a text from our man inside, he's not going on until we are in.

the place is packed. i find a spot on the side, near the mix desk, settle in, hash cookie enhanced, ready to receive.

no track by track list will describe what is a very interesting mix of songs, they range from the classics to the new ones, all pulse with an energy i can only describe as new. the old songs are reborn, sounding vital and powerful. they sound like new songs. they penetrate the atmosphere like a lit fuse that winds around every one standing there in an ocean of people all totally captivated by the pulsing throbbing energy. two drummers make the sound feel more stadium, it's a bold but excellent move. percussion drives the songs but the man i watch memorized by is jeffery cain who in many ways seem to be like an infinite energy machine, perpetual motion in the shadows, linking up with the rhythm section of drums and bass. steve has always had a very distinctive bass sound, his playing looks like it's natural, like breathing, a zen technique where the instrument is the man and the man the instrument, it's beautiful to watch but very rare. i guess it's that thing, where you do what you love, time disappears, boundaries melt away. 

i aways thought of steve as a master musician, a man at the top of his game in almost everything he does. a leonardo, a picasso, australia's unsung legend for those who despise australia's obsession with sporting people. that was twenty years ago but what happens when you push even further, push beyond such things as hero, legend, rock god, artist, writer, actor, painter. i guess the veil of that glamour slips away and you are left as a man, humble, grateful and genuine. and then when you connect with the audience and the audience connects with you, it's a feedback loop, and strangely it feels like grace. 

so here i was in this feedback loop, massive amounts of energy, arcs of sound, mesmerizing beginnings, subtle crescendos, immaculate endings, at one point i see tim loose a drum stick and laugh as it reappears. not a beat missed. 

it's just all these people on stage are inside a zone and they invite us in, and we feel it, the transcendence,  the truth of nature, to rise spirit, to go beyond mundane reality into something beyond. this is not just rock and roll. 

the band have changed so much with the new incarnation. i adore where they are going, i just wish the newer songs were longer. they seemed to end far to early. each new song felt like a novel edited to a short story, i can't wait to hear the finished masterpiece in one sitting. a concept album. 

highlights were, 'it could be anyone, tantalized, columbus, shadow cabinet, you took, is this where you live, all the new songs especially no ascension. far out it was all top class stuff, not one moment where quality was forsaken, and  after two and a half hours i'd say there was a fair amount of quantity in there as well.

so i leave after the lovely rachel films me offering a few words on the show, i dunno, caught off guard without my make up, i feel like i need to go home, take this energy and feel it wash over me but she's whisked her camera out and i blab on about my post gig thoughts. 

i don't remember the journey home, all i know is my blood feels like its fresh and my soul feels good. sitting in this amazing energy, like a weird junkie priest high on some kind of magic drug. 

that gets me thinking about the way that energy sounded, the way the guitars all fed off one another, the interplay, the fusion  wielded by a union of members, the sum greater than the parts, that energy vibrating its way through me, into my bones, into my blood, a frequency of sound in waves, casting its influence. i was spell bound, i still am. the northman is, as is wilde child, we are all part of the same experience, steve's world of the church is our world, we all believe, we all know and it feels great to share it with one another. special.

i am cast back to the gig i mentioned in that strange part of sydney carinbah where outside the highfield venue we all wait for taxis and wilde child says to steve who is wearing wrap around shades in the moonlight, 'you look like a rockstar.'

steve without missing a beat says,' rockstar yeah, i just played at the highfield carinbah, some rock star.'

we all laugh.

but you know what?

steve is our rockstar and that's what matters.

48 hours later, i'm still riding that wave.

 

 

history shows me that centralised planning is inefficient and deadly. thinking the government, the state for solutions is a nonsense that defies everything we know about human behaviour, reason and life. 

why you ask?

because they take no accountability. 

governments get away with it, they don't pay fines, go to jail. they just preach down to the masses and the mass obey. any intelligent person should come at their government through a critical lens, it don't matter who they are, red blue, left right, centre. 

it's amazing how populations are just happy to hand over their trust to their governments. some hand over their children. 

 

now the world has gone nuts i feel at peace, the coven circles, chaos reigns as time circles like the ouroboros eating its own end. the good become the bad, the dumb rise to the top, the intelligent become the slaves, it's inversion. but here i am, still breathing in and out, still expanding like a big bubble.

physically i trim down back to my lithe self, muscle builds up, my physical strength returns as does my focus, the mind body becomes the body mind, energy flows through in clear and clean flux. my diet shifted, my skin glows, my heart beats strong again, i saw a spectral scan this afternoon, it looked incredible, like a sun, with a slight burst of solar flare. the work has paid off. i am ready for anything.