the old heart is damaged from the vaccine, it's playing up and the result is i'm down, but not out. however this makes me poor company so at steve's avoca gig i keep a low profile. solo steve is just as good as the church, it's a different energy but just as brilliant,  most songs are re-contextualised but sound fresh and interesting and then there are his cover songs which to be honest was wonderfully inspired. but it was bowies lazarus that stole the show. sacrilege in the hands of anyone else but steve made it his own and it was beautiful and terrifying. i chose to spare him with my symptoms but managed to give him a few alistair  reynolds novels i had collected for him which i know he will enjoy.

then i retuned to work which was mind numbingly dull and depressing, watching the utter negligence perpetrated upon clients that deserve so much more, it kills me but i have my limits and know what battles to fight. i really need the money so i have to grin and bear it.

tonight is terrible beach drum circle, which i attend every week. it's a bunch of locals playing bongos drums, percussion on the waterfront as the sun goes down, pretty tribal and great therapy as i loose myself in the beat. we are often joined by dancers, hulu hoop girls and girls in bikinis twirling fire along with various dancers and members of the public passing by. tonight the beach was packed and it went mental. I lost myself in a strange new altered state, fantastic.

we took the old route, the old road, the winding remote path through the bush, thousands of years of trees and wilderness between us and that ever curving roadway as my car followed two big triumph bikes and a scooter, not speeding but slow enough to take in the details, look around and enjoy the incredible energy carried through time of australian bush. there is one short stop at an off road cafe, it's basic, no frills, stuck in 1960's cafe that sells a few pies, coke and maybe an ice cream. i did notice a coffee machine but it was gathering dust and looked like it belonged in a museum. we hit the road again, and although i kept peter and andrew in my line of sight monique would disappear around the bends ahead. 

we rolled into the 'anglers rest' and had a lovely lunch, i must say it was sensational. slow time, great conversation and lots of laughter, it's very cool to have friends again, like proper friends. brooklyn is just a sleepy river town, not much going on, it does have a train station and a marina, small boats in and out all the time. we wandered along the waterways, we saw strange eccentric cars and boats, driftwood, fishermen, pelicans and ancient trees displaying their root systems and then we clambered up a rock staircase to a plateau where a lone man listened to billy connolly on some sort of old radio. monique  chased bush turkeys and i sat down for a rest.

up here you could see the waterways, a sprawling web of rivers and bush, a splattering of houses and signs of life, a few boats but generally nothing, no sign of man, just the vastness of nature untamed and as you look out, you know somethings looking in. are you really just a part of all off this? 

i guess when you die and your body is eaten by worms, maybe then.

i drive home thinking about what a beautiful day i have just had, the people, the nature, the peace. there's huge dark clouds threatening above, i'm exhausted and as i pull into my driveway, the rain fall begins.

it's a terrible world and a beautiful one, the older i get the more i choose beauty as my my drug of choice, i just don't wanna get to caught up in the horror, yet i acknowledge it's there at the gates, outside the door, clawing to get inside my brain and infect me, the zombie horde. the last frontier is not space but the mind, the inner space where war really takes place, the mind and the heart, infect one and you infiltrate the other. i know this makes me unpopular and unusual but its my truth and where i stand. 

my cough seems to be fading, it's been an awful week of violent coughing fits that have seen me almost pass out, blinding white lights and the world literally turning negative before me. this happens every two years, no one has ever explained it of understood it, despite various tests and hospitalisations.  the heart specialist suggested a rare form of gastro which manifests in a cough and i confess the medication he gave me worked instantly. maybe it's just that simple but I can't recall the medication and it's only available by script. it's all to weird. i can't work for a few days so i head down to the beach, catch up with my crew who are all lovely. 

the surf is calmer, less mess and more gentle. there's plenty of people still hanging around, i think it will return to normal once the holidays are over, terrible beach being a prime location for visitors. tomorrow my book comes out, the book.

big messy waves, the ocean is wild, white water churns and spins me around challenging me even getting beyond, then there's a furious rip pulling me to the left.  the last three days have been chaos and although the perfect work up, not much in the way of surfing. it's been ridiculously hot, sweltering and intense, hence my early morning starts at 6am but by 10 I'm back home, siesta and resting. still not 100% well, my cough getting worse each day, my chest doesn't feel right and my breathing slow and laboured, but with a high pollen count, high temperatures and my general exhaustion i just rest and hope for the best.

i get to bed early, maybe 7pm, sleep has been mostly intermittent but last night i slept well. my dreams have been half forged, unravelling as i wake,  as my brain attempts to recall them they slip away, it's an awful feeling. 

today they say rain is due, and i am hoping rainfall comes as i need my garden watered and an afternoon where the climate is reasonable. it really has been to much but now coffee. it's still early, no plan as yet, just waiting for rain, my face needs a shower,  the fan rotates humming above, the simple pleasures of birds calling, a sunday filled with potential and promise. but first coffee.

 

 feeling quite wretched i haul my ass down to the garage for it's 2 recall notices and full service, which i am told takes a full day. drop of time is 7am which means I am awake at 0530 after 5 hours sleep.  the drive down is not so bad but at 7am im confused about what to do, when Jake calls to suggest i get to the northern beaches where he will meet me and drive me around. it's the first time i have seen jake since he arrived in sydney in november. 

he's looking excellent, handsome, healthy and radiating good energy, the opposite of me, an exhausted burnt out shell. he leads a pretty good life, running from dee why beach to manly each morning, she's enjoying this part of the beaches as it's close to the city and had all the convinces of the beach life. it's nice being a passenger. we drive through curl curl, firelight and into manly which i never really liked. later we go for a swim at curl curl where the water is very warm and the surf rolls in perfectly.

it's very hot and despite attempts to fight my general feeling of being at the end of my road i end up back in hornsby half asleep in the toyota waiting lounge. at 1730 they tell me the cars ready and i drive home.

i'm about to pull into my drive way when a friend turns up to take me to drumming. every wednesday night we drum at the beach, dance, hula hoop, fire dance and just hang out. there's a massive group of drummers and spears drums, percussion instruments and spectators. the ocean is filled with evening swimmers and children. there are far more people out than normal. 

i'm not feeling so sociable so i just bang the drum, two hours of tribal energy, i'm exhausted snd exhualted by the whole thing, entered a different state of consciousness, 

home later i shower and drift into a strange night of sleep, dreams, nightmares, coughing and  shadows. i'm thinking about death when i wake up.

sacred echoes playing from here and there, that percussion and drums, move along nicely, 'morning turns up drunk,' i think steve sings,  and then there's all these shifts where the energy expands,  and then returns. music for the end of everything, apocolypse, with grace and beauty and that dignity this incarnation of the band has. sacred echoes.

so my book is out soon, fuck! it's a bit weird but let me know what you think, it's nothing like anything else I have written, it's straight and procedural. i'm talking this one. not really writing. jan 14th. 2026

it's the first time i have written with no real idea other than purging and straight shooting, just gotta get it out of me. a long time in the making and percolating,  i couldn't publish it for a while, until certain stars aligned and extinguished. and now it's done.

i was planning on an early night but ended up at terrible, with the gang just watching moonrise, it was lovely as the sky was incredibly dramatic with a multitude of whips clouds and streaks of blue shades, a pink tinge and a rising crescent moon. the ocean was intense, large waves and a curious shade of turquoise, a few twilight surfers and one lone swimmer.
as it happens i was in bed at 1130pm and slept through the celebrations, although could hear a few fire works as i fell asleep. 

the end of an awfully weird year and i'm feeling somewhat jaded from it, work being the main ball and chain, but my attitude has to change and my expectations. it's financially challenging and i'm stretched to an all time low but somehow i survive and live and keep my book habit going.

my plans for the year are to anchor myself and discipline my writing regime which is erratic, to continue loosing weight and maintain my fitness and to find happiness in simplicity. i like my small circle of friends whom seem to have adopted me, and integrated me, faults and all. it's nice to be asked over for dinner occasionally.

i did go for a surf in the wild waves, very nasty but managed to catch a few monsters, one was amazing but as i stood up and turned around another fell upon me and wiped me out. 

for the next few days i have a lot on and won't be going out much, my throat seems to be sore so i need to nurse that, plus various bills need to be paid. if i can get my technologically challenged brain around it, i have to set up a blu tooth cd player in my car so i can hear music cds which will make driving perfect. 

and thus olde captain mission enters the new year. lets see what it brings and where i travel.