i watched the seals frolicking at the beach, pelicans circle the haven, a cold winters morning as whales swim by. yesterday dolphins swam into the bay, there's an edge to the wind but a warmth in the abundance of natural life that envelopes me. i clamber up to the headland, it's quite a climb but worth for the panoramic view, occasionally i meet someone i know and we chat for a while but mostly it's just exercise and focus upon movement.

afterwards my fave cafe for turmeric lattes and if i am lucky a coco bannana muffin made by the swedish / english lady who will occasionally come out and say hello, she is quite something. it's nice sitting around in the sun with my dawn friends.

in the afternoon i go for a drive with jake, usually somewhere new, nora head, long jetty, the entrance, somewhere i would never usually go, today i took him to bamboo buddha which he seemed to like. soon he will return to london, and the life i have come to love will change again. it's been nice having him around.

each morning i climb up the 'skillion' at terrible beach, run up the steps and then at the top i watch the whales swim by. it's quite stunning up there, sometimes whales breach often they spout huge jets of water from their blowholes, it's a spectacular privilege to witness them. when i get my breath back i head down for my coffee and pass the massive construction they are creating, some sort of two story pavilion type place. the beach is changing.

i'm reading an interesting book on dreaming, astral projection and scrying. i read a sentence that strikes me as profound, 'consciousness is the object of awareness. awareness is the subject of consciousness.'

the writer also states there are three positions consciousness can be in, waking, asleep and paradoxical which is known as REM.

i've kept a dream journal for several years and apparently i have been doing it wrong, adjustments need to be made. as far as lucid dreaming goes i am on the cusp of mastering it, but there are a few simple exercises i must condition myself with. it's quite challenging and i'm glad i found the answers to the whole thing here in this book. most literature on lucid dreaming is incorrect and misleading, something i did not really consider but then most occult literature has been misrepresented and repackaged to reflect inaccurate information.

onwards i must go, getting there, staying here. 

it's ice cold, must be snowing in the mountains but although dawn at terrible is drenched in winter sunlight the ice wind cuts through. i enjoy sitting in the sun, warming bones and drinking in fresh air. later i train hard with some weights and resistance, start to warm up. 

i've discovered that my car actually has a very impressive function, heated seating. this is amazingly surprising, it's warmer than mission control, i love it. there's a whole row of buttons i discovered and i have no idea what they do so i have to look it up in the handbook. 

at home i just work on the garden, replant some cacti and collect kindling, i get the fire raging so the evening is toasty, perfect to kick back and enjoy shriekback.

my friend kevin in the uk sends me some songs from the first maldives gig. he's a genius audio guy and put the songs together from various peoples recordings. it was really nice of him to think of me. i'm looking forwards to cranking them up and playing them.

not much else to report, a chat with my mum, a long therapeutic bath and an early night.

sunday morning i get down the street and meet up with my magic mushroom dealer, i bump into and spark up an interesting conversation with a young girl, she's slightly autistic, and kinda sexy dressed as a real nerdy looking type, chatting about practicalities like always caring a bag for fruit and veg. we discuss apples, i recommend the bravo variety as she has never tried them, she recommends the hybrid pear apple that looks small and tastes big. she shows me pictures of her two dogs, scrolling through her mobile at thousands of images of animals. there's something about her that is very attractive, her feminine energy and feeling of safety kinda washes over me and makes me peaceful. obviously i wanna chase her down, get a number, grab a coffee but she has to run off to her mother who has texted her and we pledge to catch up next time we are out and about at this little market. later as i amble along i see some representative from the new york bagel company,  it's his last day at work and launches into a story about his career. I tell him about my love for a bagel and how the only way i can eat them is if they are fresh and filled with lox. he makes me one. it's amazing. it's an indulgence but in all honesty i usually have one two times a year as they are elusive and never quite made to my reqiuirements. it has to be dark rye.

back home for domestics and gardening, my garden is out of control and requires a full week of work, however in the short window left to me there's a certain satisfaction as i prune and dispose of waste matter and debris. three massive palm fronds fall from above in the gusts of wind, they all nearly hit me. it's like a war zone and then peace. as they hit the ground they make a 'whopft' sound.

at mid day i stop and play the new shreikback album monument. fuck, it's brilliant. a barry anderson solo one but it really sounds like classic shrieks and at the moment is my fave cd from all their releases. 

lyrically it is so rich as usual but also interesting, the opening track is a stunner but it dosn't really let up. i love barry's songwriting, he uses words most dictionarries omit.   this is their 17th or 18th album and it's just barry without his bandmates who were pursuing solo careers. it's classic shriek however and really stands up tall. get a copy and thank me later. please pay for it as these guys are already on the breadline. i play it non stop from noon to 1740, gotta get the fire started ad make some food. also i have a series to watch, halfway through an adaptation of blake crouch's dark matter, a book i read a few years ago and liked. it has jennifer colleney and joel egerton in lead roles and it's a pretty straightforwards adaptation about two people lost in a box that creates superposition as they search for their version of reality amongst some pretty alternative ones. it's good and i'm half way through.

saturday morning in the morning glow at terrible beach, the water looks amazing, warm currents and blue skies, it's cold in the air but the beach is packed. i wander around the market, it's not that good but it sells very good jalapeño bread with cheese. yum. i make some calls, talk to a few people, drink a turmeric latte and soak up the sunshine.

my mission is to make people laugh, it's a good way for me to navigate the world. no one gets away from my humour. if i fail i just try until i get a laugh. it's a mission. actually it's a tactic to complete my mission which is to stay alive. anyways, it makes me feel good and changes my persective. no negative vibrations penetrate me, even the usual nasty dumb zombies fall down laughing. yes, it's the weirdest life i've ever had. 

many years ago i used to tell people i channelled a 30, 000 year old comedian. he / she used to spontaniously take over my mind, mid conversation or sometimes when i am alone, and come out with a routine. sometimes the routine would last a few hours, i'd even do different accents but now the comedian inside is much more three dimensional and in my power and control. 

around mid afternoon i head home. agent wilde is coming over, may make her some lunch.

old captain mission alone again after jake returns to babylon across the water. it's strange how empty life is now, i enjoyed having him here, we were very compatible when it came to sharing. i really enjoyed cooking for him. he's a hard worker and looks after his health, and therefore mine, that's good compatibility as it motivates me. musically we diverge but that's okay, we are all products of our generation. 

anyway's gotta keep my vibration up, that's the main requirement of my battle against the world and death. we can do it, keep focused upon the good stuff, the beauty, the joy, the natural world and it's wonder. let go of the bullshit politics, ideology, it really is just a circus but nature is awe inspiring. everything that life in society throws at us is a challenge, it eats us and convinces us to eat one another and then we eat ourselves. the only escape is to see it for what it is and grow, evolve yourself. perfect the way you influence others, the way your energy contributes to the whole, i said it's spiritual war and now is the time to shine your light. in the face of darkness, gloom, doom and the inevitable subtraction that we seem to be within. 

i turn myself inside out, darkness to light. blinding everyone who encounters me. dazzled by something they can't comprehend only feel. i'm done with the human condition, i'm embracing the new man condition. 

positive vibrations shine through all creation. 

whatever war is going on, love will conquer all. i don't mean that weak force (romantic) i mean love in the way one could only have for an intelligent creator, a universe that is supreme and knows it's trajectory and destination. it's plan. cosmic war is just growing pains, you have to go through it to get to the other side. and in cosmic war there is no side, just to have absolute transcendency over all that we face in our existence. we come in crying but can go out laughing.