my friend jean sent me this, and it did take me a while to actually get around to playing it,  better late than ever, and finally this evening after my hash cookie, i kicked back, got the fire going and pressed play...

jean

i've known you and yer sidekick for many years, and although there was a long gap it certainly came back in the form of a strong friendship so honestly i've no complaints. i love you guys. hearing this was magnificent, it really is beautiful. well done.

in this treatise newman proposes that all magical endeavours from the ancient religious testaments to the magical work of john dee and crowley, and at the heart of all secret societies lay the compound we know as dmt. often referred to as 'red powder' in texts and hailing from acacia which is represented in symbolic codes throughout history this has been the heart and soul of all alchemical evolution and otherwise known as the philosophers stone.

his rigorous and sometimes demanding historical reasearch traces the thread of progression right up to rick strassman often getting in far deeper than i needed to know, this is a remarkable dectective work by the author who offers transcriptions from several wide and varied texts, often misunderstood and misinterpreted by many who came before. he certainly convinced me, although that would have been easy given my experience. dmt is the key to everything.  

this is not a book for dilettantes, more for researchers, historians and practitioners who think it's the ritual that gets you there. dmt is the sacrement that opens the door. 

however due preparation is necessary as this is not a recreational pursuit.

it's interesting how angels, demons and various other occult energies are all part of what could be called the dmt experience, these days we have different terminologies, machine elves, aliens ect, but if you are a purest like me, the label doesn't matter, it's the information they share that counts.

well i have to say that so far this is one of the best science fiction dramas i have seen on television. adapted from issac asimov's books but not following the narrative exactly comes this magnificent production where the sets are striking, the script is par excellence and the characters all interesting and multi dimensional. 

the story takes place over millions of years, and it's non linear with huge jumps to the past and back to the present. it's difficult to follow sometimes and then after the last episodes of a two series binge, i began to understand how my smart tv had played a practical joke upon me and shown me the whole series out of sequence, total random viewing. 

after the show i said to jakob how much i enjoyed it but it was challenging for me as i felt it skipped around all over the place, and i was not sure if i had missed an episode or two. so i went to the web and typed in an episode guide only to find the episode guides were not in the same sequence as what i had seen. 

and then it all fell into place.

so now i am watching the whole of series one and two in order and sequence and loving it even more. it really is something wonderfully made, intelligent both terrifing and beautiful, some of the sets are magnificent designs and the effects are tastefully done. 

it's my kind of tv show. 

although second in a series this can be read as a stand alone and it was the second reading for me, the book i took away and devoured between church gigs on the island. the second reading really was as enjoyable as the first, the characters were so much more interesting and the amazing themes of the fermi paradox answered in the most creative and frightening way. why is there no signs of intelligent space-faring life in such a vast universe, why are there only ruins of alien civilisations with no trace of what happened to them. 

the answers lay within the pages of redemption ark. and it's an excellent story if you like your science fiction hard and filled with astronomy. some of the science went right over my head but I did use my imagination to understand what was going down with the naughty inhibitors as the story reached it's climax.

ar is my fave science fiction writer, he takes space and brings you it's vastness, and then diversity. the alien races are bizarre by human standards, the inhibitors artefacts from eons before earth was formed. the story focuses on the human tribes, demarchists, conjoiners and ultras all racing to a hidden caste of weapons that may be the only defence against the ongoing apocalypse. the characters are amazing, i loved them all especially the captain who is an  aberration. 

redemption is a wonderful name for the story as it shows multitudes of characters all seeking some form of it, no one is perfect. nevil clavain is a old human solider, weary, tragic and filled with nostalgia for his romantic interest, he's switched sides once and now he's about to do it again. 

sydney after the rain seems in recovery as i wander through your town, my town, through the streets of my town... in anticipation of tonights jack frost show steve and the hoffman have put together. it's been a long time since i was in newtown and it looks shabby and run down, worse for wear, the magic gone. king street has lost that vibe, it's shops seem half dead and lacking in energy. i guess we are all dying in a way, as i sip my coffee i ponder this and decide while we are dying my new philosophy is to live and cheat death. i like the idea of challenging death, somewhat ingmar bergman i guess but you know how us soldiers are.

as if to seventh seal the deal a rainbow arcs it's way across the dramatic sky. and i find myself standing almost underneath it as it reached down to touch me outside happy herb highs. later i meet up with people and we all wait around the merch desk, chatting and swapping stories. i'm still surprised jack frost is the name dylan used to produce his albums. it's seems so bizarre considering grant was such a huge dylan fan. 

seeing the jack frost show invigorates me with a passion, not just the music but the lovely people and atmosphere, although the music was excellent it's been an enjoyable evening, those songs are meant to be played live. 

i have to say the go between covers sounded so good as well, songs i am unfamiliar with, but want to hear again. and so afterwards we depart i notice the trains have been cancelled and my next one is 1.5 later and the amazing ryissa steps in and offers to drive me. now i have to mention, ryissa has really done me a huge  service here, as she lives in north sydney and has travelled way beyond her boundaries and yet she is very gracious and great company. so hat's off to ryissa, who has earnt a very special place in olde captain missions friendship circle, which is actually not a large as people think. she didn't want petrol money and refused some cash. a generous and really beautiful act of kindness. respect!

it took me a while to fall asleep anyway, and i was happy to receive a text that she had arrived home safe.

i watched the dawn, had a shower and then went down to the terrible scout hut where a book sale was taking place, i didn't get anything but noticed a copy of redemption arc for $1 a book i had just finished reading for the second time.

loving 'foundation' on apple plus tv, i have seven days to watch the two series and i'm loving it so far, i have not read the books but i believe the tv series does not follow the books but just the themes, in fact from what i know it goes in an opposite direction from the novels so it's very exciting and challenging as it's a complex plot and requires attention and commitment. the effects are spectacular and beautiful, some of the interior shots look like they were filmed in roman temples, and the opening fight sequence is magnificent. i am just beginning to understand the factions, empire, foundation and the characters place in the narrative. nothing is spelt out, you just have to follow closely. the casting of hari sheldon is perfect, jarod harris is perfect. two episodes in and it's perfect.

i'm also reading nick cave's red hand files which over the years has given me a great insight into many things but also shown me that spiritual growth is the only growth, and it lay's in humility, which is a beautiful thing. i think because it's true. and sometimes i need a reminder.

i've started reading a new book, it's called 'angels in vermillion' and it looks at the history of alchemy and it's relation to magical groups, and how much of an influence dmt plays. it's fascinating in that freemasonry,  john dee and even the ancient greek cults all revered the acacia plant and how tribal cultures all hold a certain reverence for it. it's symbolism is found everywhere, hidden in plain sight.  p.d. newman goes on to suggest that practitioners misunderstood the alchemical tracts or implemented their own egos upon them and conflated sex with dat, thus a linage of sex magicians evolved,  crowley ect. 

it's a great read, although many of the historical names go right over my head, I have no idea who they are or how they influenced the world but they all seem important when it comes to alchemic evelution.

my own experience of high level dat doses suggest there is a connection between the old testament visions and spiritual experiences with dmt. and p.d. newman among many others points out specific references in the hebrew where plant medicines are used especially weed and syrian rue, the middle easts version of acacia. 

another interesting point is something i read in tablet magazine, where the writer looks at the way israel handled the survivors of the October massacre, as a lot of young people dancing at the peace festival were on psychedelics, and things were just kicking in when the palestinian's arrived.

because israel has been involved in psychedelics research or about 25 years, there are many professional agencies set up to deal with it's usage and trauma, and these assisted many of the survivors. it's a fascinating article and well worth reading, 

psychedelic holy land

jake's staying with me, it's nice having him around, i'm not used to company. he keeps himself busy by focusing on his work, putting together his own company, it's pretty impressive but beyond me. i don't understand pr and marketing, i know what it's for and why it's there but my experience is limited in that area. however in the evenings after dinner we often kick back and watch a little tv, currently 'the boys' which is possibly the most subversive take on pr and marketing ever, ironic huh?

on the island i would often waken at midnight and go strolling, wearing shorts, sandals and a tee shirt i would walk away from the main area and set my navigation system to the private area where the expensive beach huts were, the ones that overlooked the ocean and had their own private lagoon secured from sharks, mantas barracuda's and other unpredictable sea life. some nights the clouds had dissipated and i was left with a starless magestic apparition of the indian ocean,  that turquoise now a deep black colour and the gentle wash as tiny waves washed along hitting the sand. 

i'd slip out of clothing and walk into the warm water, a hint of phosphorescence and the smell of clean air,  unspoilt air, silent and only a couple of balcony lights showing a long arc, a strange curve reaching outwards from the shore. i didn't want to go anywhere near the huts lest i disturb a honeymooner couple or solo smoker enjoying a late night cigarette. 

i'd splash around for a while until i became self conscious or the eeriness overwhelmed me and then standing on the shore i'd shake myself dry and slip my clothing back on.

unfortunately the unpredictable conditions, it being wet season meant i couldn't do this each night and in the short time i was there only managed three times out of seven nights.

on the final night as i was walking back to the shore i couldn't help notice a silhouette before me, obviously female as it was slender and with long waves of hair, and as i drew nearer was entranced by her dark skin and nakedness. 

the sand felt good between my toes and the self consciousness i would normally feel in a situation like this seemed to fade as my body gained posture and a confidence it usually struggles for. after all we were both vulnerable before one another. she was about the same hight as me, much more alertness in her eyes than i would ever have, she was also strikingly beautiful in that classical way, a slender feminine beauty and mystery.

we stood inches from one another, there was not much i could say but we did meet eyes and i'm certain i caught a wry smile.

there was a sudden intrusion, a bird call, it shattered our stare and i smiled, attempting to appear friendly and engaging, 'hello.'

she did not answer but just looked at me as if i were not there, then i understood she was not looking at me at all, but beyond me. right through me at the sea. my hand waved slowly in front of her face but she showed no register, as far as she was concerned i was not even present. her interests lay beyond me, somewhere out there in the indian ocean.

look, it wouldn't be the first time a naked beautiful mysterious woman had ignored me, not even noticed me, but what could she be doing alone at night on this island and even more perplexing who could she be waiting for.

then i heard the lapping of the waves, the gentle rhythm change as a second sound intruded, the sound of oars. as i gazed out i could see the man jump out from his tiny fishing boat and wade towards the shore pulling the boat behind him with a length of rope. he secured the small boat and ran towards the woman and i gave them space to embrace. they kissed passionately and then began to walk towards one of the smaller huts.

certainly these cannot be tourists, they belonged from an ancient time, the man just wore a sarong and held a line with some fish attached, his catch.

'hussan, hassan, i have missed you so much. the beast has been twice now, twice. always asking the same questions, always asking if i saw it.'

'aminabi, you must never say you have seen the creature for it will devour you.'

'hussar, it will return again, soon.'

'then we must be ready my love and create a new strategy, one that works for us.'

i followed them, invisible to both, to the hut where they entered. i waited lingering in the warm air, a few moments passed. this place was beautiful, i had never felt so relaxed in many years, the air, the climate the tropical atmosphere, all i wanted was to drink coconuts and stay here but my time was running out and soon i would have to leave, return to sydney and the thick of it. return to work, the stress, the constant bickering, backstabbing, idiocy and pointless competition. here i was free of all those games. but what was this beast hussan and aminabi spoke of, that sounded frightening. 

once again the silence and the ambient gentle lapping of waves was broken by a heavy breathing, somewhat raspy and loud, the beast was just a shape against the night but gradually i could see it's sinister body, a twisted gnarly thing shuffling upon two long lanky legs and holding something in one of it's hands close to it's chest, something that looked like a snake. a long snake, that wrapped around it's waist like a belt. it's other arm ended in a clump where it's hand should have been.

it approached me but ignored me, and went straight to the door, banging upon it with it's clump of a hand.

'woman, woman. i ask you again, did you see foodhugigu?'

bang! bang!

'human woman, did you cast your gaze upon me?'

bang! bang!

it was terrifying, i watched because my legs were frozen and despite being invisible to this drama all i wanted to do was hide.

'woman, i ask again, did you see me?'

'yes foodhugigu, i'm sorry but when i was at the well you fell upon my gaze, it was a strange sight, you made me curious for i had never seen anything quite so ugly and brutal. and you were involved in a bizarre activity with a human skull.'

then looking again i noticed the clump at the end of his arm was indeed a skull. a human skull.

foodhugigu leapt into the air, he wailed out in a loud howling and his face contorted, savage animal teeth gnarling like a wild savage bear, as drool and foam seemed to froth from his mouth. he made guttural sounds like a wounded beast and then unwound the snake from his waist and began to feed it through a small hole in the hut. only it was not a snake, it was an umbilical cord, his own.

it was long and dripping, glinting in the moonlight. and then as it reached it's limit i saw foodhugighu be pulled towards the wall suddenly and then scream out. the door flew open and hussar leapt out with some rags and his beautiful wife carrying a bowl. hussar dipped the rags into the bowl and then dabbed the wound where the umbilical cord had been detached from foodhugigu. 

'chilli paste foodhugigu! you must leave my wife alone.'

the creature screamed out, an inhuman scream, a tortured wailing like a deep sea creature, it picked up it's cord and shuffled away. passed me, into the jungle.

aiminabi hugged her husband, kissing him passionately, she pulled him back into the hut and the door closed, leaving me standing alone.

as i wandered back to my own room, i looked nervously towards the foliage, wondering and hoping i had remained invisible to the beast they called foodhugigu.

occasionally i drop into predictive fiction, this time the current tension between china and the USA in 2034 which is a great little airport read if you like that sort of thing, nothing to really write home about but it is a reasonable look at a fictional escalation between these two countries, however if you listen to steve bannon, the war started decades ago. this takes everything to a kinetic level and it's pretty horrifying but at the same time it's still fiction.

the sequel 2054 is much darker territory and much more believable in light of vaccine technology and the current biotech frontier, it's not a easy read, far to many characters and mostly children from the first novel but it's nonetheless very interesting. again not a page turner but throws out some formidable excursions into science and the control of humanity. 

these two writers are in the know, pretty switched on and have something to say. it's worth listening to them. here we are at the frontier of technocracy and transhumanism, in which they say the singularity lies. it's a compelling argument, but humans always seem to make bad choices, and this may be the ultimate. to mesh biology and technology together may be the end of humanity but it certainly will be the end of freedom.

 

i've been in town a week but the weather which is basically cold and rainy has really kept me indoors. i've had a few car runs dropping jake here and there and some occasional trips to the shop and saturday evening a dinner out with some local friends which was nice but i was back home at 8pm in bed. the cold seems to inhibit me, and although i get my fire going and that keeps me mesmerised for a few hours there's nothing like a good sleep. i'm usually up early and pottering around, but the need to get outside seems to have slowed down, i'm definitely driven by the sun these days.

as it happens i have quite a lot of music to listen to and need time to play these cds, my big splash out was for a very interesting new boxed set by kilbey kennedy and it's come with some rare tracks, outtakes and acoustics, i also have a cd from atlantis i need to listen to, plus i was really getting into the winged heels album just before i left to see the church in the tropics so that needs more time. then there's the new waterboys, wow, i am behind music. i really feel as if i have witnessed the pinnacle of all music in those three days away and from now on, everything will be a disappointment.

strangely a few weeks ago i spontaneously picked up a new cruel sea album, a band i like due to their edge and use of hammond, they are essentially a pub band but they are good and tex has a interesting voice. the band are a typical australian band, started off in pubs and gradually made it big inside australia but  never really international. anyways, the new album is really bad, well it's not my cup of tea. i was really disappointed, it was very beige and luke warm, lacking the macho sexiness and salty vocals tex usually delivers his lines with, lacking the hammond, lacking any edge. i ended up giving the cd away and each time the person returned it saying they didn't like it. i can't give it away!

i may have to give it to my ex wife as she will like it, i'm sure.

this is a secret post

politics, has not changed one bit since this was written.

just a ruling class of incompetents, shuffled around from job to job, useless and inept, no one really knows what they are doing and the public no longer care. they have lost interest in the spectacle, stepped back from it's glamour and decided it is a ridiculous distraction.

and all these politicians will disillusion us, and themselves because politics is broken.  

Lord Lundy 

by

Hilaire Belloc

Lord Lundy from his earliest years
Was far too freely moved to Tears.
For instance if his Mother said,
"Lundy! It's time to go to Bed!"
He bellowed like a Little Turk.
Or if his father Lord Dunquerque
Said "Hi!" in a Commanding Tone,
"Hi, Lundy! Leave the Cat alone!"
Lord Lundy, letting go its tail,
Would raise so terrible a wail
As moved His Grandpapa the Duke
To utter the severe rebuke:
"When I, Sir! was a little Boy,
An Animal was not a Toy!"

His father's Elder Sister, who
Was married to a Parvenoo,
Confided to Her Husband, Drat!
The Miserable, Peevish Brat!
Why don't they drown the Little Beast?"
Suggestions which, to say the least,
Are not what we expect to hear
From Daughters of an English Peer.
His Grandmamma, His Mother's Mother,
Who had some dignity or other,
The Garter, or no matter what,
I can't remember all the Lot!
Said "Oh! That I were Brisk and Spry
To give him that for which to cry!"
(An empty wish, alas! For she
Was Blind and nearly ninety-three).

The Dear Old Butler thought-but there!
I really neither know nor care
For what the Dear Old Butler thought!
In my opinion, Butlers ought
To know their place, and not to play
The Old Retainer night and day.
I'm getting tired and so are you,
Let's cut the poem into two!

 It happened to Lord Lundy then, 

As happens to so many men: 
Towards the age of twenty-six, 
They shoved him into politics; 
In which profession he commanded 
The Income that his rank demanded 
In turn as Secretary for 
India, the Colonies, and War. 
But very soon his friends began 
To doubt is he were quite the man: 
Thus if a member rose to say 
(As members do from day to day), 
"Arising out of that reply . . .!" 
Lord Lundy would begin to cry. 
A Hint at harmless little jobs 
Would shake him with convulsive sobs. 
While as for Revelations, these 
Would simply bring him to his knees, 
And leave him whimpering like a child. 
It drove his colleagues raving wild! 
They let him sink from Post to Post, 
From fifteen hundred at the most 
To eight, and barely six—and then 
To be Curator of Big Ben!. . . 
And finally there came a Threat 
To oust him from the Cabinet! 

The Duke — his aged grand-sire — bore 
The shame till he could bear no more. 
He rallied his declining powers, 
Summoned the youth to Brackley Towers, 
And bitterly addressed him thus— 
"Sir! you have disappointed us! 
We had intended you to be 
The next Prime Minister but three: 
The stocks were sold; the Press was squared: 
The Middle Class was quite prepared. 
But as it is! . . . My language fails! 
Go out and govern New South Wales!" 

The Aged Patriot groaned and died: 
And gracious! how Lord Lundy cried!

sometimes i feel like catweasel in this modernity, puzzled by technology, it does seem like a weird anti magick to me, a sort of short cut through science. i am more comfortable with synchronicity, dream messages, coincidence and telepathy where things just happen or events happen to align with needs and desires but then half off me lives in a world i have to navigate, bills, work, other people and constructs that are irrational and anti natural. 

life was simple and free when were just focused upon survival, gathering food, maintaining shelter and security and we had the rest of the time to play. now it's just work and if we are lucky there's a window to be creative or pursue acts of devotion to the universe but that window is shrinking the more we are invested in modernity. 

however there is techno- magick, and i guess that crosses the bridge. however the algorythm is the ghost in the machine and often influences the outcome more than the magickian. yep, it's a stacked deck. now if i could just figure out how to use this mobile telling bone. 

i have a few weeks off work, i have doctors appointments, a jack frost gig to go to and plenty to do around the house, but i am enjoying being in my natural rhythm, deep sleeps and a fixed routine help me navigate the day. it feels new to only have to consider myself and meet my needs rather than several others. i'm slowly coming back to myself, old captain mission post maldives is a different one than the man that went, he's almost stress free, missing the heat and tropics but realigning probabilities and working things out. 

it's been raining all night but the morning clears away clouds and the puddles all dry up, the glistening trees and flowers in early sunlight, the sparkle on the waves, there's an energy arrived, like noah finding land, the dove returns with an olive branch and all over town people are out and about. 

i catch a few people but i'm not really there, part of me in the tropics, part of me in the breakfast buffet watching the turquoise ocean wash in, part of me waiting at the beach for the church to play, part of me just lost as i attempt to adjust to the new reality of post tropics. 

there is talk of a byron bay road trip, there's talk about the surf breaks, there's whispers in the wind about meetings and appointments, there's a big book fair on Saturday but as people attempt to attract my attention i find myself drowning in recent memories, pulled back in time to a few days ago, the invisible forces that weave time and space displace me and i'll never really be the same again.

i have a few things to do today that need concentration and commitment, the first is find some accomodation for a friend who needs a new place to live. then i have to meet jake at the ferry as he is coming to stay for a few days, and then i have an overwhelming amount of laundry to get through. the sky interphases with cloud and sun, things don't seem to dry easy but i manage to get through a big load and have to drape damp clothing through the house itself. mission control looking somewhat bedouin. I have a doctors appointment soon and need to prepare for that, lots of paperwork. i stack up the fireplace building a system that will keep us warm should we require it. there's a nice load of wood outside ready for burning should the temprature drop.

winter is coming

at the risk of sounding self-absorbed i have just had the best week ever, hanging out on a tropical island at three church shows, all in completely different locations and with different setlist and the most beautiful group of people, fellow enthusiasts who made me feel so at home and welcome. i always thought there were a handful of nut jobs like me who live breathe eat the church's music but had not met many of them and here i found a tribe of people who share the same passion, same love and same joy, it was like a church nerd festival with the indian ocean, shipwrecks, manta rays and buffet breakfasts. but the icing on the cake were the bands three nights, each completely different and unique in energy, tone and feel. 

the first was very sensual, a church i have not seen before preforming open air with the setting sun and some dusk bats circling overhead, palm trees swaying and the majestic indian ocean with its aquamarine's turquoise and teal shades, against a pastel wash of pink, light blue skies. the big old blazing sun sinking over the horizon and through the warm breeze the church played. (see setlist 1) i dunno, maybe it was just me, kicking back, feeling free and all romantic minded via exotic locations and an over active imagination, my pirate past lives breaking through but the music tonight had a new quality, it was wrapping around everyone, washing over us like the waves, warm and interesting, a setlist that was inspiring in many ways. the band looked good, very relaxed and at ease. ian and ash interlaced so well, i've begun to really notice how they play and what they bring and it’s not just craftsmanship, it's kinda sexy, with jeffery driving everything from the background like a collider spinning out particles, the rhythm section of tim and nick offer a cross section of styles and punctuations, driving forward with those magnificent super conductor notes steve plays on his bass. those bass sounds are unique, so effortless as if he's playing it the way you would a theremin, in fact there is a uniqueness to the band, who transcend labels now.

the second show was in a smaller marquee and brought back some of the energy of early church gigs, a powerful ambience of small club energy and a more frantic feel, a band moving fast, working hard and proving to an audience they had the power of the universe inside them. it was raw sex energy, and a lot of fun. even the usually stoic ash was getting into the groove. again an inspired set list that covered tracks spanning light years. or at least sound years. the hypnogogue tracks were fucking amazing live, it’s so good to hear them in this context they just transform into magnificent canvasses of aural beauty and intricate textures. i like the prog elements, it keeps the songs interesting and unpredictable. it has to be said, not to alleviate my guilt in giving steve a cold, but everyone seemed to be mentioning how good he sounded on vocals. and to be honest he did, adding to that small club early years vibe. now i’m older i don’t really see many bands with that kind of energy, it’s almost a post punk kinda thing. excellent smaller bands on the cusp of breaking into something massive have it, and although i can’t really give a name to it it’s signified in sweat and attitude, a belief in one’s own work and talent and the conviction it means something.

well, not one to predict events i did kinda see a pattern in the entrails, a sensuous first show, a sexual second one and undoubtably an orgasmic third but that last gig went way beyond orgasmic, shattering all expectations. 

this time the gig was on the beach, again at dusk but with the surf crashing down behind them, the lords of the sea had come to pay their respects as well. i had heard the soundcheck and knew this was not just an inspired set list but a set that would include some of my personal favourites.

and then it began. 

i don’t wanna bore people with descriptions because it really was indescribable but if you have seen the movie 'zabaraski point' there’s a scene in that film which i can use as a metaphor to describe the event. 

yeah that one.

now the church were in space rock persona, outdoing hawkwind, out classing floyd at pompei and dare i say it, out doing themselves. 

i’ve seen so many performances but this is the one i’ll carry with me, it was where the universe came together, where everything made sense, it was magnificent and beautiful, it could never just be a band playing a great set for me on a personal note, this was a cosmic event like a fucking alignment of planets. 

life has its markers if you know where to look, my life certainty has its own weird trajectory and share of strange events, it’s why i’m drawn towards the magickal universe, but here at the tail end of life these events all draw to one conclusion. i am blessed. 

this was the best week i have ever had, better than holidays with sexy girls, better than shamanic medicines, better than adventures in love, better than moments of spiritual nirvana, better than catching a wave. i met some amazingly beautiful people as an extra bonus, people that i really would love to see again from all over the globe, all of us in orbit around the church.

all i can really say, is thank you to The Church, especially Steve who i will always be in debt to for creating, writing and preforming the very best.

setlist one

destination

realm

comedown

fly

one day

myrrh

tristess

hotel womb

an interlude

metropolis

c'est la vie

milky way

day 5

tantalised

you took

setlist two

tear it all away

columbus

for a moment we are strangers

the hypnogogue

i think i knew

electric lash

grind

its no reason

just for you

antartica

she never said

is this where you live

almost with you

2nd bridge

don't look back

setlist three

when you were mine

already yesterday

kings

aerodrome

it doesn't change

ripple

albert ross

constant in opel

secret corners

disappear

bel air

unguarded moment

life speeds up

reptile

block

shadow cabinet

travel by thought