the carpet crawlers are here, well the cleaner is although he is on his hands and knees with his weird steam machines as he attempts to clean up the terrible blood splatter stains that trail along my upstairs corridor and most of my bedroom. it really looks like a serial killers den up there, and it's embarrassing if visitors would pop in.  i mean it's always the person you least suspect right?
oh he was such a quiet neighbour, always had his head in a book. real nice guy.
anyways it's been going on a while and i just hope he's making progress with the blood. Jesus, it really is a mess. 

how did it get there you ask.

well i was moving a massive bookcase and the bottom of out hit my leg, and then blood just spurted out non stop, being on blood thinners didn't help. anyway's it not only hurt like hell, i was unable to move as the furniture was blocking my path to the bathroom so i just carried on until the bookcase was slotted into place. and the blood stained carpet was left looking like a pro hart / dexter variation. 

eventually i cleaned up my wound with some hydrogen peroxide, a very handy chemical to keep. i just hope the carpet crawler cleans up as effectively.

 great album from tom verlaine, i just discovered it. very hard to get on cd. love it.

the days have all blended, sometimes monday is sunday and i just don't care, as long as there's a wave that drives me forwards, the ocean has been all shades of the spectrum, still, choppy, big wild surf and gentle waves, it's clean and wet and when i emerge i'm better for it. the world gets left behind and I bathe in reality, my mind calm and clear and void, only energy unpolluted.

these are the beginning of a new phase in captain missions journey, a new arena is opening up, rebirth after a long inert winter. i have the release date for my book, it's in the final prep stage before i need to work out the cover art and launch. i'm also excited about the direction life is propelling me but most important is i have purchased a device that allows me to play my cds in my car via blu tooth. this is going to change my drive time. happiness.

currently i'm really enjoying three diverse bits of music, speed of stars by kilbey and co, richard ashcrofts new one which sticks to formula and tom verlaine's 'the wonder' album.

bookwise the fantasy epic mistborn is really getting good, I'm half way through the first book and it's suddenly improved.

what a fantastic weekend old captain mission has had, lots of surf, sun and laughter a spontaneous trip to merryweather up at newcastle, a very funny dinner party with some pals at avoca where we are laughing so hard we are literally falling from our chairs. yes old captain mission was in fine form, telling's stories and tales, joking about his attractions and repulsions to various women and discovering his spirit animal this period is the powerful owl.

yes the powerful owl is called 'archimedes' however i can't recall the word powerful and keep calling it the peculiar owl, which probably suits me better.

 

strangely enough while i am getting all enthusiastic about archimedes my friend is beginning a relationship with a donkey he came across while looking at a new property. it's quite strange how enthusiastic he is about the donkey, in fact i suspect the only reason he is buying the house is the donkey would come with it. everyday he visits and takes some carrots, 'mate i say, carrots are for rabbits,' but what do i know. late last night his wife rang me up looking for him, 'try the donkey,' i said. sure enough he was there with his four legged friend.

the powerful owl is more falcon than owl but he does make a cool owl call, in the very early mornings. he also eats a lot of small creatures like cats, rats and possums.if i could train him to get those pesky bush turkeys i'd be very happy. yesterday at work i was making owl impressions all day. i'm getting very good.

swimming at dawn again, water somewhat chilled today but it's so life affirming, the water is crystal clear and you can see the rays and fish below you. later i bask in the sun, it's so nourishing. and then i meet some people for coffee and hang out at my fave spot in terrible beach. it's wonderful being off for a few days, i'm returning to that sense of self. i have such good people around me, really great people, i'm lucky i guess.

in the afternoons i finish my novel, it's been 25 years and it's almost ready to roll, november 11th is launch date. it took so long as i had to wait for people to die. it's being proofread by a friend at the moment. the biggest change i made was the title. it's a huge step but the correct one. i cannot wait to get it out so i can start on my new one.

i am glad the hostages are home, i am grateful war has finished despite the fact it will start again. i have lived in the middle east, and i have a very good understanding of israel, gaza, jews and islam, and not only do i fully support israel, whatever connection I had with it is now stronger than ever,  it's very obvious hamas will never surrender any power they have over gaza, and by proxy neither will the idiots in the cities of the west whom identify with the islamic cause because they all celebrate dead jews more than they ever wanted peace. 

that's okay, i wrote many years ago we would be entering a phase of war i described as 'spiritual war' and we are entering it's peak point. you made your choices, and judgement will be cast by the universe. it's not quite time yet but the clock is ticking. that's the thing when you don't drill into what you are force fed. if you follow the sydney morning herald and abc, the guardian and bbc, if you follow new york times or can you will see a side. it's only by seeing the cross section of media and applying some critical analysis that allows you to see a proximity of truth. most people don't ever listen to anything that comes out of israel, ins or the times of israel therefore they never even understand what is going down. israel has one of the most liberal media and democracies in the world but you would never know that, it has the most liberal attitude to weed, to sexuality and to it's Arab population but you would never know that, it is in fact the most multi cultural society on earth but you would never know that, it has a vast population of brown and black skinned people and asian but you would never know that, it has a modern progressive attitude to women and sex but you would never know that, it has always taught peace but you wouldn't know, and why should you really care when all you care about is being on a side that virtue signals the loudest. it's okay, you are free to think whatever you wish, i'd never  censor that but i would ask that you at least acknowledge and admit you hate us jews, you hate the fact we have survived, you hate us as much as you hate yourselves. at least that would be honest.

all the things they say about israel are projections. starvation? it was only the hostages that suffered starvation. child murders = projection. watch the video shot by the palestinians, themselves, watch that then comment on morality. but the truth is you would never dare to, you made your choice long before october 7th, and as much as you would never admit it you hate the very idea of peace. you just want dead jews. that's the spiritual war, not judged by man, not even perceived but known. that's why i remain under the radar, rarely commenting, rarely speaking out because i trust the universe in a way you don't. it's part of being jewish i guess, and maybe that's what you hate.

i watched tommy robertson in israel, a great man whom has been labeled racist, fascist and all those other projections, he has made a series of short videos about what he encounters while there, and it's very interesting if you read the comments as well. people have no idea about israel. none except what they have been programmed to think.it's amazing how brainwashed people are. how reactionary they can be and how quick they judge. and it's problematic as they cannot detach, the terrible mind virus has them and they invested so much it becomes impossible to detangle. this is why feminist groups around the world were silent when it came to the are of israeli women. this is why people wave isis flags at so called peace marches. anyways whatever your beliefs, good luck. 

 the final part of rays lennox path towards some sort of peace is as brilliant as the previous two books 'crime' and 'the long knives.' in resolution we find ray working in security after quitting the police. he's relocated himself in brighton and replaced cocaine and booze with fitness and a proper relationship. all going swimmingly until his girlfriend suggests a foursome. ray's an amicable guy, happy to please the needs of his new love, he agrees enthusiastically until he comes face to face with a man who may have started his journey all those years ago in a tunnel in leith.

this is not really a resolution but a hideous look into the kind of corruption and cover ups that take place in the background of suburban life, business and friendships. it's a nasty story brutal and violent, it's also hilarious and laser focused on all the social issues of our time, but it's irvine welsh doing what he does best, watching a man breakdown and rise up. ray lennox is a great character, his pain is real, his foibles are everyman and in the conclusion to his story ray does find some resolution. 

 

it's a magnificent day down in terrible beach, there's a mild onshore wind but the sun is out in full glory. the water is fresh and clean, not much surf but i swim out anyway and it's joyous and life affirming. after splashing around I sit in the sunshine soaking up some vitamin d and wait for my meeting with aradia. she rocks up and we wonder around the corner for a watermelon drink. we quickly swap a few stories, aradia does most of the talking. she's a defence lawyer and a writer, and she's about to publish a book about her transformation into a witch. it's a strange thing as she even looks like the ex and speaks identically the same kinda stuff. the universe is presenting me with something, i'm not sure what it is but it's exciting and frightening. 

it took a while to fall asleep, the night seemed to be heavy and my brain was moving through it faster than usual, processing various concerns like an anxiety engine. when i did fall asleep it was deep and short lived, i was meeting aradia this morning but we both got confused over times, dates and daze. i guess tomorrow will have to do. the beach was busy and the water looked amazing as the morning heat bore down. later in the day i see aradia as my car runs parallel to hers, we wind down our windows and smile, locking in tomorrow. 

now it's the morning again and aradia and i are scheduled to meet after my surf, but she has to go see her agent and i'm busy enjoying the surf so our date is postponed until tomorrow which actually suits me perfectly. the surf is spectacular and afterwards i soak up the morning light chatting to monique and the various men she has in her wake. it's a wonderful start to the day.