captain mission
technicians of space ship earth, this is your captain speaking, your captain is dead!
Monday, November 18, 2024
i finished reading 'everything must go,' by dorian lynskey, a pretty interesting read especially if you're a sci fi nut like me. it catalogues various fears about armageddon from revelation, through to artificial intelligence, and looks at the ideas roots and the journey it has taken to current times. i learnt quite a lot actually reading this book as it was written in a very accessible style and hugely engaging. ironically a hopeful book when you look at human history and all the near misses we have had. there are various left wing tropes that pop up which is fair enough, without them the book would never have found a big publisher so all forgiven and it's certainly nothing major but it does make me wonder how a book about the end has a weird lean to the left. in the same way a review of the christopher nolan batman's films were savaged by the guardian for being...wait for it, to right wing and pro capitalist. sometimes people just need to enjoy a film about a man who dresses like a bat and catches criminals without over thinking. anyways, this is a great book if you consider science fiction as predictive literature, for it all starts in sci fi.
Thursday, November 14, 2024
the day fades out, it's a spooky moon, a few ambient clouds huant the dark skies above. i'm heading down the freeway north, back home chatting to my guardian angel, she always guides me in, like a beacon as i ramble on, sometimes i wonder how she tolerates me. anyways when i arrive home my cyberpunk books are awaiting me. i'm happy i managed to get these half price as they are usually quite expensive, you know how it is for book addicts, books before food and all that. well it certainly has been books before bills, i still have telstra on my back for an overdue unpaid phone bill. telstra, the one company i loathe and hold in contempt in australia, apart from political parties and their institutions. actually they all just freaking suck and should be broken up into much smaller, more personable entities. i may be a capitalist but it's gotta have limits. no human should have any more than $5 million in cash, and a further $5 million in assets. any excess needs to be put into cleaning up the oceans, preserving nature and generally being constructive in the arts. i love elon musk and if you're a visionary in your field then they get exemptions, but government bodies do not. if you are a writer or musician that produces a quality result, you get funded to keep going. 'the church' would be funded every year to record albums, play gigs. christopher nolan, denis villeneuve and tarantino can be funded for their movies ect but generally they still only receive as a personal income up to $5 million.
the problem with the millionaire types these days is they have no imagination, it's the same old boring stuff, day in day out. we all need something to change, some kind of new society.
i gave my talk, it was okay, i remained polite and did not swear, i didn't want to upset anyone, i figured my presence there probably offended them anyway, 'who is this freak talking about energy fields and pattern recognition, about mind viruses.' anyways i was very mediocre compared to the lady who spoke after me.
she was excellent, really 'cosmic' almost took over where i left off and sent the audience into deep space with her information about mk ultra, aliens, underground arctic bases, alternative timelines and how to navigate the dimensional shift. also she swore like a trouper. i really enjoyed her stuff, it was engaging, well presented and she's a familiar face from my avalon years. inspired!
Tuesday, November 12, 2024
what a strange olde day for a geezer like me. i was exhausted last night, got home around midnight, couldn't sleep o i did some pottering around, at 4am i went to bed and slept 4 hours, then in the morning i took some plants out to catch the rain and sent some e mails, after which i went to the post office to pick up a package. then it was sitting at the computer to finish a lecture i'm doing tonight. it came out of the blue really, apparently they did flyers for it and i'm the last person to know. ha! you gotta laugh.
anyways, i am just going to wing it, i'll extrapolate my third part by throwing in some group work and audience participation, that should keep everyone on their toes while i have a snooze.
anyways i did a little bit of writing and attempted to tidy up a few piles of books. it really is getting nuts with all these books everywhere.
anyways the stunningly intelligent and beautiful natasha was on a podcast i like 'heretics' which is fascinating and educational although it won't change any jew haters mind at all. i mean you can show someone a circle and they can repeat endlessly no matter what evidence they are presented with, 'it's a square.'
later i watched a documentary about a guy who returned to london after 10 years and couldn't believe what a dump it had become since his absence. i felt like telling him i left in 1988 and could see the signs and everytime i return it just gets worse and worse and no longer even resembles the city i was born into. that's okay sydney is home for me until i win the lottery.
Saturday, November 09, 2024
ever since about the age of 20 i never liked the left wing side of the argument, it always stunk of some sort of intellectual elitism, the smug lies and distortions, the incredible hypocrisy, the way they hate the working class. i hate their stupid ideas, their ridiculous spokespeople and their stupid idiot drones who just repeat lies they have heard in their bubble where they cannot tolerate anyone with a different perspective. this little video actually gave me a lot of pleasure, it encapsulates my own argument very well as brendon o'neil one of my fave political commentators and writers hits the nail on the head over and over.
i'm happy trump won, it really gives me hope that the people of america voted for him, kennedy, musk and gabbord. very great individuals and a strong team, endorsed by megyn kelly, joe rogan and a host of podcasters who interviewed them. it was indeed a clever move to get alternative media to access the public because we know the mainstream media is a sham, it's a lie.
anyways watch and learn.
Friday, November 08, 2024
perfect morning, dawn surfing with waves that reflect all i love about life. i wanted to stay in the water all day but commitments pulled me out. each wave came in at approximately 7 minites from the last but they were the right size and right force, i was lifted up and propelled forwards at speed, my solar plexus radiating yellow light. my mind clear and sharp in crystal lenses, base chakra crimson. the universe was bright, alive and sounding vital as though a terrible darkness and oppressiveness had been lifted. after about 2 hours i emerged, had coffee with my fellow sons and daughters of neptune and heard a disturbing piece of information.
now i am an open minded guy, i believe in prophecy, i don't believe in prophets, but some guy was claiming today or tomorrow some terrible event will occur in sydney. he showed me a clip of the simpsons, homer tosses a prawn up and it lands on a telephone line. he squirts some cooking oil at it and accidentally falls into an open drain that connects to the gas pipe. suddenly a series of houses blow, then the opera house, then some skyscrapers, then the opera house and then we see australia break off into small islands. my friend claims that certain 'decoders' have translated this to mean that some catastrophic event will happen in sydney today or tomorrow. now i know a few schizophrenics that put together similar random information into some weird coherent pattern so i walk a fine line between what i believe to be true. to me it's bullshit but apparently several other people say the same thing. i will say i am very skeptical. for starters i don't get information from television shows. i love the simpsons, it's gotta be the best thing about tv but the writers are not seeing the actual future, they are very clever and funny but no more psychic than anyone else. what they can do is look at current events, trace patterns and make assumptions based on pattern recognition. this is what they have done in the past. what a lot of people don't know is the writers of the simpsons are mathematicians, scientists and philosophers. which makes them masters of logic, critical thinking and satire.
anyways, in 48 hours we will know but i am putting my $ on things remaining perfect in the emerald city. if you wanna get angry then there's always albo's insane cyber bill which was passed in the early hours of the morning. yeah, the one where if you post anything the govt. say is disinformation it's jail time. all well and good but the biggest source of disinformation is the govt. itself.
Sunday, November 03, 2024
listening to the new mix of 'dream harder' which so far is actually much better than the official release, unfortunately it's not on hard copy but that may change as mike scott does tend to put out exceptional boxed sets so there is hope. 'good news' sounds amazing.
today i am out for breakfast with a new friend, i normally never bother with breakfast, coffee my only requirement but maybe i should have something fruity with lots of fibre. these are the strange and crazy things occupying my brain at the crack of dawn. i scrub my teeth, have a shower, get some clean clothes on, ready to roll.
i did notice steve is playing up the coast next year so i better grab a ticket this week, plus invite my new local posse whom i know would dig the experience. it's weird having friends. i'm not used to it. people call me up to check how i am travelling, people smile when i come along, i get invited for xmas dinners, bbq's and other things that i usually never do except alone. anyways that's kinda nice in me olde age to have good people around me.
chat with jake for a while, he's getting ready to take the leap of faith, brave guy, it would be so easy to hang out doing the same easy thing day in day out but he's making a huge change and moving into the light. it's hard to believe he's 36 years old. fuck that makes me ancient really.
Saturday, November 02, 2024
friday- i'm up early, like super early 5am, i potter around, do some reading, writing, watch some you-tube stuff, play some roxy music, then head off in search of a futon mattress to no avail. it rained heavy last night and i'm not certain what the day will become. the mattress mission is a big fail, i have to give up around 11am and head over to ettalong beach where the ferry brings a friend over. we have a wander around the strange italian complex, do some business and then i drive back home for a little nap. at around 1pm i blast more roxy music, it gets me motivated. after putting something away i sit down for a reading session, which lasts a few more hours than i thought, but the time is 6pm so i have a bath and fall into a luxurious deep delta sleep.
sat- i wake up early again, answer some texts, then smoke a spliff and instantly fall back asleep. when i awaked i grab a water and my pills, and wash them down with some weed oil which then knocks me into the deepest deep sleep i have ever had, it's so deep imagine a black hole being swallowed by another. and in that black hole i discovered the whole off reality is a simulation, possibly within a simulation within a simulation ect.
yes, and that's all before breakfast.
for breakfast i actually cook scrambled eggs with a plunger coffee to accompany. it's actually quite satisfying. tasted great anyways. i listen to two podcasts that are political and capture the political simulated reality we have to live in at the moment, precarious. but we have been here many times and if you take that cosmic view (not a simulation) we have been here longer than history itself. my hope is the normal people of the planet just wake up and see what's going down, i don't think starmer will last, i think he will cave in, the public hate him, he's fucked up, he's failed after a few months.
anyways in the usa, anything could happen, i hope trump makes it past that line. i want him to, a lot of people will be able to breath out a lot of anxiety. my thoughts are the nazis, the real fucking ones, will stop at nothing to get him out the picture. i think it's very cool rfk and elon are attached to him, not to mention tulsi gabbard who is a very smart cookie herself.
in australia - ah one day it's fine the next it's not. i like the sun, the beach and a nice wave. that's when i am in my happy spot everything else complicates things!
Friday, November 01, 2024
i once met a girl in a club whom tried to convince me 'tool' were the most important band ever. my girlfriend marie and her were in deep conversation and they suggested we go outside to her car to smoke a joint and listen to a cd of tool. i was off my chops on an e so i was quite happy to tag along, although i knew tool were not really my kinda band. in those days the city was safe, it had a friendly vibe and everyone had their defences down, you could talk to strangers, it was a good period. live music flourished, sydney was like a 24 hour city and at 1am the streets were crowded and pulsing with people. as we walked up oxford street about seven people stopped to chat with us, i looked good in those days, slim, healthy, kinda kooky and wild. i guess youth has it's advantages, the women seemed to like me.
in the car i skinned up while marie and her friend were in some sort of deep conversation, marie attempting to engage me in discussion as we were explained about tools lyrics, everything from dmt to child abuse. well in theory they sounded interesting but when she slipped a cd into the tray and hit play a horrible noise interrupted my peace. fuck me, what an awful noise, that wretched heavy metal treated guitar with an awful screeching vocals i could never understand without a lyric sheet. awful, my whole body tensed up, meanwhile the girls seemed to be getting along very well.
i don't know, this type of music does not work for me. i mean in theory i dig it, yeah an out there kinda band doing risque tunes about heavy duty issues. it's all culture but i guess when i hear this type of music it makes me appreciate the music i like even more.
anyways i smoked my spliff, on an eccy high with two stunning girls who were getting on in an intimate way at the back of the car and i stared out the window (occasionally in the rearview mirror) and although the music grated my nerves i felt okay, you know, it was a different time period, people wandered by on the street, lots of strange sydney siders at 3am either on their way home or looking for the next thrill. everything was good, except that awful racket 'tool' made.
Wednesday, October 30, 2024
there's no doubt, the weariness is in my bones. i'm fighting a virus, building up immunity, attempting to get my body ready for boxing next week. fighting fit.
Friday, October 25, 2024
my last day to myself, it's been wonderful although i've run out of available cash and i feel like my throat has swallowed a cheap packet of sandpaper, never mind, it gives my vocals a sexy deep heroic vibe. the rain last night arrived later than i thought, it was heavy but not enough to spoil this mornings surf. the water is clean and pumping along nicely. i slept deep last night thanks to my cbd gummies, wow, the sleep of a king, and dreams to match, i can't recall them at all but i know they were wild. a lot of unfinished conversations but the rest is all a bit hazy.
mission control is still cluttered and needs a clear out but i am getting there and it is clean. i've started to read another non fiction doorstopper that's keeping me amused and educating me in all matter of things apocalyptic. it's a shame dads not around, he would have loved chatting about this stuff. apart from that i started watching a show called 'the romeo section' about spycraft, it's quite good but not quite 'berlin station.'
i did have a small conversation with mum who has just been released from hospital, it was very tricky as she wasn't making much sense and i may need to call again later when she is more relaxed. we don't know if it's serious or she's being dramatic but i wanna stay on top of it as best i can from afar. i'll give her a few days recovery and check in early next week. i don't know but at this point in time i just want to stay alive a bit longer. i feel exhausted from life but also in its thrall as new people are popping into it. things could get interesting again.
Tuesday, October 22, 2024
a well rested captain mission heads down to terrible beach, the surf is beautiful, i meet some locals and we end up drinking coffee talking about various exploits and our adventures. i must admit the sun was glorious today, it was soul nurturing and after several hours i began to feel so much better it must be the vitamin d, it has totally recharged my battery. we all laughed and drunk out tumeric coconut lattes while an array of people passed us by, some joined us for a chat and others just smiled at this diverse group of locals, a motley crew basking in the sun.
i was tempted to enter the ocean today but i held off and will go for a surf tomorrow, either before boxing or after. if the day is splendid as today has been i will just hang out there all day, i mean fuck it, why pay hundreds of dollars to travel somewhere hot with a nice beach when there's one right outside my front door.
Monday, October 21, 2024
i feel a bit run down so a week off to recharge is in order but today i hauled myself out of bed early as i had no food, had to go to the post office and pay a bill, and pick up a package and then to the chemist to pick up my medication and finally to buy some groceries. i don't like to take time off work but i feel so exhausted i have to prioritize my own health first and this week i will nurture myself. i made a huge pot of soup and settled down to catch up on a few things but my internet was down so that required a fix that took most of the day. ah technology and me, we just don't seem to be friends.
in the late afternoon the sun came out and the birds started chirping again, i saw a huge blue tongue lizard in my garden, it was really big. at some point i need to plant my cactus-henge which will have to be later in the week, and i do need to arrange some weeding but for the moment i'm happy just to get cozy, watch some tv shows and read my book.
Sunday, October 20, 2024
back into the grind, long hours and not much sleep. the old bones rattle and creak. my teeth are missing, my head throbs with the visual mix of a work environment, a home environment, the beach and the road, that endless road that takes me there and back. i feel like i need a break from it all but i can't take one right now.
however i have just finished the coming storm by gabriel gatehouse a journalist for the bbc.
before i start, let me just acknowledge how much i despise the bbc and all the idiots who think they are serious journalists and yet work for it. i stopped watching and taking notice of it in 1989 when i began to see how manipulative an organisation it was and what propaganda it promoted. i was a silent minority that is currently quite a large proportion of switched on political animals who regard the bbc as nothing more than a propaganda arm of the establishment. not even the british establishment but the globalist one. having said that i occasionally dive in just to see what the enemy is doing, and i usually find my decisions are enforced by the biased and myopic views of what i call activism disguised as journalism.the coming storm is a look at some of the far right conspiracy theories in the fringes of the usa, and now possibly in the majority of the population, although by a slim margin. the main conspiracy revolves around the usual anti trump stance taken by the bbc, and gabriel begins looking at the clintons. initially i figured this may be the exception to the rule where he begins to notice certain annomoles ignored by the mainstream media. he delves into various far right thinkers and writers, some are not far right at all but it seems to be his mindset that anyone outside the bbc's world view is an extreme far right fascist. in parts there are sympathetic elements, he acknowledges certain failures of the clinton obama and biden years, but predominantly the spotlight is upon trumps failings and the people around him. fair enough, but as the book progresses the topics he tends to cover remain inconclusive because the truth takes place over time, and this book only covers up until early 2024 before the linkage of pedophilie rings that extend from hollywood into washington. the book should have been pulped and republished in early 2015 because by now all those conspiracy theories are coming together as truth. the hunter/ biden laptop, the weaponization of lawfare against political enemies, the capturing of global media working with big tech, the insurgency being a staged coup by the cia and the fact sovereignty is now a huge political issue.
the most fascinating chapter is the last where gabriel looks at the chat gpt next gen open ai which is known as Q!
in conclusion i have to agree with his last line that concludes the book.
'buckle up.'
Friday, October 18, 2024
Saturday, October 12, 2024
Sunday, October 06, 2024
she is hekate, the empress, the diviner and receiver of knowledge, the feminine principle in action radiating from her throne of aquamarine, turquoise and emeraldine. feminine and priestly, the witches witch, the truth and the Truth, she is the mistress of magick, the seer of souls, the wand and the wave, the holy baby long gone, adoration and devotion, the essence of the spell caster, she is divine intuition, thou shall have no other goddesses before me. before me only you. after me only you. that is the way of the way, and so it is.
Tuesday, October 01, 2024
you may not know me, it is forbidden. this was carved in stone upon my birth, the cosmic principle has ordained me with great utility, the heavens unto the earth. the great symbol, the holy key of knowing, while you have the implications of not. i surf the cosmic freeways but have no place to go so i contemplate upon my throne, the divine manifestation of light. the planets sing my name, in orbits immortality ordained, thou shalt not, decay. thou shalt have the power cosmic and ride the waves through galactoseismology and intuitions name. so it is.
Wednesday, September 25, 2024
one drama follows another fortunately i'm empowered by some lunar force in pisces at the moment and i seem to come up smelling like roses.
in fact the ocean has been giving me some gifts, dolphins swim close to the shoreline, hundreds of them swimming at terrible, it's quite something and the are whales further out, breaching and blowing massive water spouts. it's strange to see the wildlife so close to the shore. crowds stop to watch. i bump into a friend who says she was out by goldie (the 1k bouy) locals swim to when she saw loads of port jackson sharks swim past. then another friend wraps herself in flowers washed up by the ocean, they are gorgeous, bright red sea flowers. she kneels down and is crowned by neptune, a mermaid indeed. the water is cold but after the initial shock it's really quite pleasant and refreshing. no waves though.
i attend a boxing session that leaves me exhausted, my limbs ache but i do love it. the sun fades away after such a beautiful taste of spring, a change is heading my way, clouds rolling in, rain is in the air. time to batten down the hatches.
everything connects up, dots and dashes, zeroes and ones. man and woman, fate and destiny. all things converge at some sort of omega point. the only thing that separates it is space and time, so these things are really one, you and i are the same thing, we just think we are separated. the best way for two people to become one is through sexual means.
my own relationship to sex is a sort of yogic tantra union, there needs to be some bridge built between the female partner and myself, and obviously it's a sliding scale from, base level to crown. but when there's an opportunity to align i see it as my cosmic duty. intercourse is connecting, sex is mind and heart expansion, man and woman equals union, two cells wanting to subdivide into a third.
the sex act, connects the dots. ultimately we connect. one way or another, the long way or the short way, everyone will connect. however conscious connection makes things interesting.
im a tantric druid these days.
Sunday, September 15, 2024
strangely sociable this last week, sees me chatting with a few people, anyone that will listen really. i talk to a whole bunch of people, i talk about anything, my words pour forth like rain falling here and there. i chat with a lovely english lady who likes wrestling, she's a sort of old skool punk and i like her style, i chat to a chef i meet in the markets, we talk about music and bands, he likes my the the tee shirt. he's an interesting cat but i never really get a chance to finish our conversations. i speak to a few other people, so much talking, so many people, i do more socializing this weekend than ever and now i'm talked out. i get home and swallow loads of cbd oil, i eat a few cookies and suck on a few gummies. when i fall asleep it's fast and deep. i awake feeling great.
my next big thing is to get rid of my old sofa which i do, it's found a home in lightening ridge so now there's a big space where it used to live, and on wednesday this week, i pick up some new furnishings for mission control. amazing stuff, that will transform the place, so i'm kinda excited about that. mmm, those gummies are addictive.
Monday, September 09, 2024
yesterday i read a report commissioned by an english team of data experts and information analysts and a lawyer looking at the bbc's coverage of the middle east war with hamas. the report basically said the bbc is a propaganda machine for hamas against israel. it listed over one and a half thousand reports where the bbc lied to it's viewers and stated most of the reporters were pro hamas or had affiliation to hamas.
this really is no surprise for me, two decades ago a similar report, the balen report, was published but the bbc spent one and a half million pounds to keep it from being seen. that's tax payers money. the bbc have a history of pushing propaganda, unless you are a nut job whom agrees with their ideology of global govt. climate change, brexit, immigration, israel, it's all endorsed by the united nations and the push to de-legitimatize any sovereign nation, especially the only jewish one. why?
because the pact the united nations has made being a marxist ideology is with political islam, a marxist theocracy.
propaganda and inverse mirror truth is the weapon used. many people say they think everything is reversed, the good guys are the bad guys, the bad the good. women are now male, males now women ect. yet they fail to apply the same standard to israel, a place which is more democratic than their own country. the elections there are proportional representation, therefore the pm attempted to make deals with the left who rejected his offers and he was forced into a deal with the right side. the fault again lays with the left who are incapable of compromise, even in israel.
the bbc and it's proxies are to blame for the levels of antisemitism, pushing lies and distorting truths, they have participated in advancing a real terrorist fascist ideology against a reasonable one of a jewish homeland. only people who have never lived or visited israel have warped weird ideas about it, i think most people would be shocked at how amazing the place is. people that push diversity, equity and inclusion should really use israel as a template. maybe they are just jealous after all, that such a small country with a real minority population could succeed whereas they have failed.
i'll always support israel, it's far from perfect but it's a fucking brilliant country. it's not a religious brilliance, it's a societal secular one. it's intelligent and reflects a well thought out society in a middle of a hellish scenario. that tension makes it creative and vibrant. any artist worth their salt would place themselves in it's center, tel aviv, a city so wild expression comes in all forms. fuck the bbc, it's orwell's inspiration for 1984 and now we should all know why.
Thursday, September 05, 2024
Friday, August 30, 2024
Thursday, August 29, 2024
up bright and early, laundry garden and bed needs attention and i'm time short this week, just gotta manage time like an interdimensional pattern juggler in a nexus of cross currents. it's all happening. down the ocean and the mirror sea is made from a glass frozen in time, nothing moves. so i end up getting more cbd oil, drinking coffee with a few familiar faces talking about fasting. yes you heard that correct, olde captain mission is going to attempt a fast. my current routine is i don't eat after 20 00 and then in the morning i have a tumeric latte but no food until about 13 00.
all i need to do is between 13 00 and 20 00 is drink a few lemon waters, maybe allow myself some nuts and just focus on something other than eating. it's only 24 hours, no time really.
i've incorporated stretching into my training regime, this is all coming together. stretching, breathing, feet movement, punching, and hips, everything flows. years of bad habits are being broken up and rewired. it feels good to finally be breaking through. i've avoided all sugars and all toxins for about 1 month straight. it's making a difference, and no i only eat organic food i can feel the difference in so many ways. i do like my milk and will drink coconut milk in coffee, or unhomogenised full cream milk. i only have it in coffee nothing else.
so here we are ready to roll and rock into the day, firing on all cylinders. makes a nice change.
Wednesday, August 28, 2024
Tuesday, August 27, 2024
second surf, still no waves but the water is clean and fresh and with just enough cold to kick start the day. i love it. sun, blue skies, as i invoke neptune, gratitude, open and emanating. .
i've been experimenting with various cbd oils, mild to very strong, found a very strong one that suits me. it's so strange that such a plant is illegal, in my humble opinion all politicians should smoke or inject this holy herb although the current lot are brainwashed and already enslaved to their agendas. anyways what do i know, it's all an illusion, i should try to detach from these things, politics ect. the fall will come and then the rise, that's the tidal flow of humanity, never really learning the patterns of history doomed to repeat it. i get more satisfaction, answers and joy from the sun, the moon, the stars and the oceans. oh. and girls.
Monday, August 26, 2024
the water looked so clean and inviting, i know it was cold but i figured what the hell and threw myself in. it was not as cold as i anticipated and immediately i acclimated, feeling the clear cool water overwhelm me, my energy centres activated and my whole body turned on. no waves but it was my first swim in a long time setting the pattern for the next few seasons. even though it was a short session this morning i had a taste and want more. after a colder shower i sat in the sun and dried, perfect, the sun blessed me with heat and good vibrations. everything begins now.
Sunday, August 25, 2024
it's market day on the coast, so i loiter down the road and peruse the crowded stalls, nibbling on organic mushrooms, apples, tasting samples and basically having a free breakfast. i talk to a cbd oil maker about our love of cannabis with thc, and we talk about the availability of various psychedelic mushrooms for clinical treatments. i bump into a few locals and we exchange stories over coffee, i meet a guy who says he can get me a lions mane growing kit, i pick up some organic pumpkin, some spelt bread and some blueberry organic jam. that will do me as i head back home, all before 8am.
my plan was to head off to avoca markets but the sprinkle of rain makes me just wanna go home, light a fire and read however when i get home my motivation seems to leave and i slide into a strange state of inertia which i shake of by smoking a joint. there's a lot to do, as usual domestic issues take a lead. the joys of being alone means you are responsible for everything, down to taking out garbage to shopping, paying bills, laundry and generally keeping yourself amused.
ever since my jab the pharmaceutical model has invaded my space, it's been awful and the war is on many fronts. fighting with doctors, chemists and the medication itself. i would love to be free from their tendrils.
when i finally get home around 11am i get a message to meet at a friends for lunch, well that sounds nice, at least i can practice my social skills.
Friday, August 23, 2024
spring is weeks away, soon i will return to neptune. my mission is to surf everyday until the water gets to cold sometimes midway through next year. i will continue my training but this will supplement the HIT i am doing.
this morning i watched the surf, it was wild and unruly, chaos and not very friendly at all. the actual weather was amazing, very warm, blue skies and almost like spring had arrived. i couldn't believe how warm it was as i sat in the sun, reading my hp lovecraft themed book, 'the abyssal plain.'
plato said 'faulty thinking brings misery,' and nowhere do you see this clearer than in kamila harris who made a ridiculous speech yesterday about price gouging and the govt. control of price commodities. i know, she's your fave but seriously, anyone can really see she is an idiot. her party are obviously dumb and prove themselves incompetent and corrupt. these people do not represent normal people.
the idea of the communist method of correcting the economy would apply if humans were ants. it's very chinese. but humans are unique individuals, and the market controls prices via supply and demand. the fact four years ago everything was cheaper says a lot about her party, they have been in power and certainly could control the economics, but they chose to print more money thus creating the inflation which drives up prices. it's freaking obvious and you don't need to be an economics student to know this.
the other crazy thing she said, i know there's heaps to choose from but this slipped under the radar was her policy about giving new homeowners an incentive of $30000 to invest in a new home. lovely idea in theory but the reality is, sellers just increase the value of their homes by $30000.
i've attempted to be impartial and make clear objective decisions about her but the verdict is in, she's stupid and that makes her dangerous. trump at least has a sense of humor and despite media reports, is very intelligent. he just doesn't dress it up in bullshit newspeak. yep, he's no slick talker but he's my main man in the political game.
in the evening i do some clandestine stuff with a group of people, i was asked to talk to. wow, it was amazing, meeting switched on people who know what's going down. they also know how to navigate it so my learning curve is growing.
Sunday, August 18, 2024
it's unusual for me to read female writers, i'm usually disappointed by most of them, possibly as they write like females and it's obvious whereas silva moreno garcia is blowing my mind with her dark tale of two friends in 90's mexico city who come across a old washed up horror film director and a story about a possessed film that was left unfinished financed by a nazi occultist.
here's a writer that knows it's horror movies, knows the occult and it's weird practitioners, here's a writer who develops real characters, flawed and believable. silvia has written an extraordinary book. it's riveting and filled with homage to a sub genre of film history.
the only criticism is the magick system at work within it needed more development although the magick is accurate in most parts there's a degree of fiction which was unnecessary. i guess i don't think of magick as electrical energy although the analogy has been made before.
Saturday, August 17, 2024
Thursday, August 15, 2024
boxing this morning, i break through more barriers and boundaries, i learn how to move on my feet, i get it but it takes a little time, all the injuries and glitches in my alignment are being repaired, i'm getting flow again. it's been a long time since i have felt this fluid. there are so many components to boxing, breathing, posture, movement, of the hips, feet and fists, power, speed and elasticity. over the last few sessions i have learnt how to breathe, adaptation is the key, changing rhythm and being aware of opportunity. pushing air deep inside, releasing in precision with impact. then there's posture. i am learning about stance, elegance and coordination, it's resulting power, how to jab, cross, upper, hook like a machine. i finish and walk out feeling stronger, lighter and physically a much better version of myself. i'm really looking forwards to a slight rise in ocean temperature when i can start surfing again, combined with boxing i'll be on top of my game.
i pop in for dinner at some friends, andrew and monique, they have invited me over to their groovy pad the next beach along. i have been there once during the daylight a week ago, to pick up firewood. but at night google maps has misdirected me, i'm close but driving around through very narrow side streets in the pouring rain. eventually i get there, two minites late. i didn't know what to bring, wine or weed so i brought both.
now this is a very cool home, it's multileveled in the bush, overlooking a panoramic view of avoca. the ouse is perfect, huge great big rooms, adorned with large art pieces and sculptures, there's a lot of space and a huge balcony.
we grab some umbrellas and have a bbq in the rain. well we actually just cook food on the bbq, we eat it around a very elegant table where we swap stories. politics, art, ufo's and aliens, shamanics and law. it's a fantastic evening, i can feel the hash cookie i'd taken this afternoon kicking in, and i only licked the spoon, not even had a bite. this is a fresh batch and i think they will be very good, however i have to test them.
we listen to some live jazz in the lounge room, yeah live. and then we have affragattos.
the food was perfect, i loved it all. what a gorgeous feast, and gorgeous company. these people are very cool, and they have done a great job raising their very talented and sound kids.
i drive home, it's still raining, the foggy roads, the headlamps hit the wild bush, it shimmers and pulses with life and vitality after rain, and i see everything is alive and growing, nature is winning here, it feeds my soul and makes me happy.
Thursday, August 08, 2024
my training seems to be kicking through some boundaries, self imposed limits i put on my physicality and how hard i train. now i seem to smash through pain thresholds easy enough, my body is aligning, those old hips swinging all the breakages and fractures are melding in as normal and strengthening my skeleton, my punches are powerful and fast, i train hard. this in turn effects diet which is now pretty healthy and nutrition based, kinda functional. my sleeping patterns are erratic but i get enough sleep to repair damage to tissue and restore my needs. my mind is sharpening again. is this healing? i dunno, it's whatever it is.
Monday, August 05, 2024
years ago i studied labyrinths and understood them in an intuitive level but never did i come across a description as eloquent as this.
a labyrinth is not a maze, it is a journey. you begin by facing your desire, whether it is to find yourself, jerusalem, or enlightenment, and you follow a path of knowledge. once committed you cannot leave that path. sometimes it is direct and your destination is clear before you. at other times it leads you to the side, and this is a time for reflection and discovery of wider perspectives. sometimes that is a dark night of the soul, a time of severe testing when you closest companion is despair. but always the path of the labyrinth turns again. it approaches the point from which you began, but it is a new point and a new departure. and eventually by being persistent you will find your way to your hearts desire.
Friday, August 02, 2024
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
in the wars as i continue on with the boxing, my shoulder now partly recovered but a sharp nerve under my shoulder begins to send incredible messages of pain through my upper body. being somewhat stoic when it comes to pain, i manage to breathe through it, transmuting the knife edge sensation into a dull throb, i jab, punch, hook and upper cut my way through the session. steady as she goes, i finish up feeling better than when i walked in. tomorrow i'm going to train harder.
boxing is moved into a new realm for me, i've got the punches under control, i can use force and use my feet to shuffle into correct stances. i can breathe correctly, it's become easier and now i'm learning how to swing my hips. this is an area that may have been blocked and as i become conscious of the movement my punches improve, the power increases.
yeah, i gotta go harder, faster, stronger now, stamina is the name of the game. pushing through pain, into new realms, there is only the body as the machine, synchronized and harmonized, i punch therefore i am. no thoughts, just some weird instinct, the killer in me, is the killer in you. i'm letting it free now, it does not rule me, but it is there, a lean mean fighting machine. fists of fury, legs of steel, sway those hips and breathe deep baby.
i've embraced my own limits, broken the rules, i've gone further than i thought i could and it feels good.
Sunday, July 28, 2024
Wednesday, July 24, 2024
before me a crystalline sheen of water, a stillness upon the surface deep, the ocean has a calm surface, gentle mirrored reflector, a malkuth reflecting kether. i sleep inwards my journey begins with each breath as my body begins to absorb the solar fields.
Wednesday, July 17, 2024
Sunday, July 14, 2024
it was very easy to predict the assassination attempt upon trump today, i called it about one year ago suggesting if they can't win by lawfare they will up the ante to a bullet and thus the bullet that skimmed his head as he led a rally in pennsylvania today is the shot that wins trump the election unanimously, because it missed. the probability is it was a warning shot, however my take upon trump is every obstacle just determines his moves. he's got nothing to lose.
the biden / obama administration on the other hand have everything to lose, they have as the left always does, overplayed their hand. trump is not the worlds answer to its current problems but he is the best option we have at the moment, a far better option than the status quo whom everyday prove their ineptitude and shadowy agendas. trump's first term was naive, he was generous to his adversaries because he had respect for the office, a traditionalist in the true american terminology. this time he knows not only who the enemy is, he knows where the bodies are buried and he will go for them.
that's why i'd say the bullet was not a warning but a genuine attempt to remove him from the game. let's be honest, it's not the democrats alone that are part of the deep state, it's also half the republican party. most of trump's inner circle are in jail, the legal teams that attempt to defend him, his advisers and confidantes have all been subjected to a form of cancelling or incarceration, and trump himself has been charged for a crime that bden himself did as vice president, only the judge under biden said president biden was far to senile to send to jail, and was therefore never charged. biden was vice president when he removed the documents, trump was president. trump had clearance being chief but biden didn't. lawfare, is the early stage of warfare. you can see where this is going?
Thursday, July 11, 2024
Friday, July 05, 2024
i lit a few candles, prepared myself and entered theta. i can do this instantly now, it only took a few seconds to reach you. remote viewing, i can see you sleeping in your bedroom, a massive thick quilt lay over the top of you. i project a whisper, but it's not working. i've begun to learn in theta you cannot get deeper, so without regulating i enter your dreamscape.
its a mountain freshness, but there's a fire burning. your feeding it logs and sipping upon a hot chocolate. i sit by your side, 'hi, i'm here because we need to talk.'
you look surprised but compose yourself very quickly, in a microsecond i do see the fragility and a fleeting hint of anger in your eyes, but it passes for a smile as you begin to understand the state of play.
'i''m listening,' you say attempting assertiveness but there's a fragility around your voice.
'come to me.'
that's it, that's all i say as i fade away, as you fade away, the dream continues like a tree falling in an empty forest.
i return to my environment, the primal me activates his senses, i can see in the dark, i can hear birds and the distant rumble of something distant. my own fire is now just glowing embers. i reach for a log as i wait for your arrival.
Sunday, June 30, 2024
possibly the best album i have heard after the church is this one, 'the end of unknowing' by iris doe. it's perfect in every sense but far to short, i want it to go on for ever, that kind of album. there's some brilliant musicianship, melodies and singing, harmonies and arrangements, that piano makes me melt. i'm pretty sure jeffery cain from the church is the main man behind this, iris doe, isadore, communicating vessels, i think it's very special. please trust me, buy it. tell your friends, share the love. things like this do not arrive often and as i sit at the end of the world, on the brink of apocalypse, mayhem and madness ,it's things like this i want to hear.
city transport squished with non english speaking people, kids screaming, mums talking on phones, dads holding various mcdonalds bags and looking out the window at the harbour, generally doing what dads do, the whole place seems like another country. some chinese girls get on, chatting in chinese, a girl in a weird 80's outfit like a female devo band member strolls past looking for a seat. outside i look at the big ships in the harbour, a cruise ship and a warship. the opera house looks all glamorous in the winter blue ocean and a few sailing vessels bob up and down. i wonder as i gaze out how much more the city will change, and how fast.
the streets are alive, thriving, i guess that's a good sign, i wander through george street wondering about weather i should upgrade my phone, it's already an antique. however i like it, i also wonder about some new computers, mine are relics and about to fail. i pick up my david bowie rock and roll star box, it's bigger than i thought and cheaper as red eye seem to have good prices for these box sets.
later i head home, the sun sets, the temperature drops, and i'm ready to dream. i speak with mum for a little while but i'm tired and falling asleep, its cold so i shower, jump in bed and read a few chapters of 'year of the locust' which i'm really enjoying, and enter a deep sleep.
Thursday, June 27, 2024
last night around midnight the keeper of the reams visited. i hadn't seen him for over four years and he had not changed except for his eyes, they gleamed even brighter than ever, yet his features were identical to our last meeting. he was again dressed in his weird fractal robe, a sort of esoteric hooded gown covered in red embroidered fractal patters and designs that seemed to constantly move the more you look.
i myself was wearing my old church tee- church a wooly hat and some black boxer shorts. i had been sleeping quite deeply after enjoying the fire-place. it was a cold night and for the first time in many years the whole of mission control was heated with a glowing warmth that bordered on quaint and domestic. i had been warming my bones, sitting in front of the fire feeling heat enter me, penetrating into the bodies depths. it was perfect, just enough light to relax peacefully while iris doe played on repeat, i tell you that album is magnificent. i especially love all the vocal tracks.
i could feel my body winding down, ready for sleep when the glass panel between the flames and myself suddenly burst alive with a face, contorted and apparently screaming at me. it's hard to describe but the fire demons face was so detailed and as i watched it screaming i began to see as it moved backwards and forwards it was not angry at all, it was laughing.
i gazed at what would have been an hour or so, the basic shape of the thing never changing, even when i added a log. in the depths f my mind i wondered if when i open the door to place a new log in the flames would the demon escape, but it didn't seem to want to leave the fury of the firestorm inside. it laughed and smiled, sometimes it went out and reappeared at the back of the fire, sometimes it just went from fits of laughter to naughty giggles. eventually i stopped feeding the fre and took myself to bed as the glowing embers faded.
i offered him a chair and searched for a reasonably social light, and then went into the kitchen to make some tea.
'i hope you have been well mission,' he said, a soft voice floated through the rooms.
'yes, i guess so, keeping a very low profile in the realms these days. focusing on being grounded for a change. it's taken me a few years to feel comfortable here but i've begun to acclimatise.'
'yes, the realms have noticed your absence.'
Wednesday, June 26, 2024
sometimes, maybe twice a week i may check the mailbox. usually it's some waterlogged bill that falls apart as i attempt to pick it up, sometimes its a real estate flyer asking if i want to sell or buy, if i'm really unlucky it's some boring notice from the council. and occasionally it's something amazing, like today. it's 'iris doe' jeffery kane's new project and i'm really thrilled to have it.
there's something very magnetic about mr. kane, it's a not just watching him play with the church, he's an engine, a music machine that adds extra depth and layers of profound beauty to the overall sound. he moves like a ballet, unfolding itself from background minor to foreground major. but his music is also quite beautiful and as i play iris doe several times in the warm living space in the depths of mission control the music like the warmth permutes through the night, track two is a movie i stared in, it's majestic and holds enough pathos to hold an empire together while it falls apart.
wow, what a sensational start to 'year of the locust' i love it, although harrowing in parts. this morning i managed to let of some built up frustration with some full on boxing, really excellent session, i walked out a different person. i wanna do that every day and keep the momentum up. afterwards i sat in the sun's rays at the beach chatting with my friend peter and monique. we laughed. it feels good to have at least two friends i can laugh with, they seem to like my humour which is always a good sign.
then later i clean up, vacuum, throw out rubbish, gardening, clean the bathroom with some creaming stuff, sort out some paperwork, all while waiting for a plumber to turn up, he don't, he don't even ring me to tell me, i have to do all the work. i loathe tradesmen, they are so rude and expensive, plus they never clean up after themselves.
i spend about an hour on the phone to a new energy company. i signed up with them as they save me a considerable sum each year but recently received a letter saying the price was increasing. i have not even received my first bill yet. it sounds so petty but it's the principle, so i rang up demanding they stop increasing my payments lest i change to another company. i ranted and raved like a demented crazed monk, and eventually they must have put me in the to hard basket and offered me a very good price. fucking energy companies, and green subsidies. there's no way i am paying more cash to a chinese 'green' extortion racket. fuck them, and fuck the australian bastards who just gave themselves another pay rise, thus albo is the most expensive pm we have ever had. a complete waste of space. fuck em all.
as dusk begins i'm deep in my novel reading, thinking about assange coming back to australia, i'm really happy for him. he needs to be with his family.
Monday, June 24, 2024
the rain came out of nowhere after a sunny spell, devastated my weekend, i slept for most of it after working a 24 hour shift and then when i awoke i returned for more work. through the pummeling rain, up and down the highway at night, occasionally glimpsing a strawberry moon through the clouds, fighting fatigue and general weariness, gotta pay those bills, claw my way outta debt like every other person in australia. work drags on-wards like a heavy weight, i used to love it but now i am just drowning in other peoples stupidity, ego and manipulations. ah well i gotta face it each day.
i re read a book called 'i am pilgrim' after about a decade, i'd forgotten most of it. wow, it's a great story, well written and put together. a sort of high class airport book, but thicker than most and filled with adventure, mystery and characters that feel real. i really recall liking it the first time i read it but loving it the second.
terry haynes the author deserves the highest of accolades, i mean it's not a work of literature or art but it is a page turner and it's remarkably intelligent.
Wednesday, June 19, 2024
i'm at a cafe chatting with some people who invite me to a 3 day mountain trek this weekend, i can't go, not just because i'm the type of guy who would trail behind and get kidnapped by a rogue mutant serial killer but because my days roughing it in freezing remote areas are well and truly over. i do recall going on a hike through the mountains, abseiling, wading through rivers and clambering up small trails in the middle of nowhere, long ago, as youthful endeavors, i liked a challenge and i was leading about ten street kids on an outwards bound course. these days i not only enjoy my luxuries i am useless without them, and sleeping rough is top of my hate list. i like a bed, my bed. i like warmth and hot water and electricity powering my cd player. i need access to my car and access to the shop, i've become quite cosy, the idea of clambering around mountains and bushland just does not get me excited.nope, i like to laze around a swimming pool in hot exotic climates, places where no one speaks english and the cool drinks keep coming, and within moments you are dry and need another dip, sorry but i like hanging out with girls in bikinis not ugg boots and parkas. call me shallow, call me sexist, i just like sensual warm places where sex drugs and comfort are all accessible.
i did meet an interesting russian lady once. we were in sydney and she was wearing white fur, and thigh high white furry boots to match her jacket.
'where in russia are you from?' i asked all flirty and innocent.
'siberia' she replied in her sexy accent.
'oh, wow! how the hell do you keep warm in siberia?' i asked. and without missing a beat she said.
'drink vodka, fuck like bear.'
now there's someone i could go camping in winter with.
out before the golden path i stood as dawn kisses thy moment with no promise but all. my morning ritual prayer to life, call to the vast expansive lord of time, the oceanic form and formless, all contained within its receptacle, just like each moment, like each breathe, i open hearted embrace the pathway, that ever mutable ladder of lights, in humility and gratitude, i am alive and well, living in theory and loving in glory.
around me vast halos of light encase my flesh like a cosmic armour, like an angels flesh, protected and projected, i grip the sword of light and black flame, my weapon of choice for you symbolists. it feels natural and part of my own body, i wield it with a certain familiarity. hounds are known more for their loyalty than swords but my sword is true. it is me.
every morning when the sun allows i complete my morning evocations and rituals, sometimes there is no feedback, but these days as i persist the loop is strong and reconnection is established. today it is pulsing with vitality, lo behold, here i am. here. i am. i.
Saturday, June 15, 2024
down at terrible beach the surf is good but very cold and the rain looks inhospitable, i decide not to enter but instead enjoy a coffee with my little social group. we are a small mixed group, south african, dutch, australian and english. we are all defiant anti vaccers ostracized for our stance upon the recent covid vaccines, all very sceptical when it comes to authority, government and the traditional forms of media. i get an education in a black native american salve that cures cancer. i get some info on adrenochrome, we talk about immigration in australia, ancient civilization, the vivid festival and various diets. we talk culture values and the economic apocalypse that is about to befall us all.
later i am left staring out at the ocean, pockets of sunshine tease me, the water is a shade of green tinted glass. not many people out there, a lone surfer. the sunshine fades and my friend and i observe a woman sitting alone looking quite bereaved. i wonder if i should ask her if everything's okay but my friend suggests she may not approve, so i just watch her as she waits for her green smoothie.
night time, the soft rain filters car headlights, the cold wind slices through the night as i drive north towards destination. the secret cult of post apocalypse survivors, we share food, stories, information and laughs. it is all good, slightly surreal. i drive back with my assignment, the night is so soft, the rain no longer falls but shimmers as droplets hang suspended in frozen time along the freeway.
Thursday, June 13, 2024
perhaps i can assist you in your hidden desires, i'm good at that. let's see we just edit a film together. here's how it would look. a hardcore porn film intercut with images of the holocaust, global islamic terror (from the hijacking of aircraft and ocean liners to the stabbing of christian clerics in sydney, there's beheadings, isis, hezbollah, hamas, we show images of october 7th, rape, murder, kidnapping and general mayhem intercut with women fucking, sensual sounds, hardcore sex and orgasm spliced into jew death. the murder of jews as pornography, that's what you really want isn't it?
go on admit it. deep down in your heart, that's what turns you on.
maybe i should start my own porn hub channel. while you study humanities, work for that united nations charity, write for the guardian or host your own show on the abc or bbc, while you create your tik tok bullshit or march down the streets each weekend protesting on behalf of the genocidal hamas but condemning israel, you can discreetly get off to your chosen secret porn channel. i know it's what you really desire, and you know i'm a liberal open minded guy. no judgements here, just some honesty, openness and truth.
i know your dreams baby. the things that get you wet and hard. the secret stuff you almost feel ashamed about, but not to much. hey, i'm human, it's just a repressed impulse urges that need to surface. baby, i'm a safe space, all you have to do is suscribe to 'jew hate love death porn hub' and you can decolonialise your unconcious needs as much as you want.
Wednesday, June 12, 2024
with a breathable atmosphere and severe landscape we went as a team, the medic, the android, the scientist and me, the captain. our instruments showed no signs of life but there were structures that were not formed by nature. these towered into the stratosphere, strange gothic towers that spiralled and curved almost defying gravity. as we landed we took a close look at them, with their opaque portals and organic surfaces, it was almost like a petrified limb of some life force but there was nothing indicating technology or life. whatever this was it had been dead a long time.
it was the medic who proposed a small exploration party, he suggested we explore the rugged mountain range out near the edge of the dead sea, a vast expanse of what could well have been water but now left as black sand and rock. there was no colour here, just shades of black and brown. he was keen to get into the substructure, and his curisoty as an amatur archelogist paid dividents. i was reluctant at first but it did seem ridiculous to have come so far without a surface exploration. i sought reassurance in the wisdom of the android who suggested we time our first walk to three hours (earth time) and then explore the next day up to five hours, and finally a seven hour trek.
it was now the final trek, into our fifth hour, soon we would have to return and we had seen nothing of real consequence. a dead landscape and these towers reaching upwards, no clouds, little sun, no life. having extra augmented vision the android could scan the terrain in a number of alternative spectrums, it was a clunky old thing, shaped in human form but it's movements were odd and out of rhythm. however without it we would be at a huge disadvantage for it had saved us on many occasion. no one knew where it came from or who constructed it, it was something we had found wandering around with a wiped memory aboard an abandoned ship many years ago. we saved it and our technicians managed to give it a basic program, and the chance to create new memories. we collectively agreed we would never tell it, it was an android, we would just accept it as a crew member with equal status, and consequently like all androids would, it questioned its identity often, noticing many differences between organic bodies and it's own. recently it had settled into thinking it was just different but equal, a disability perhaps, but it understood it was amongst friends. the biggest leap in it's own growth was the emergence of dreaming. this surprised us all.
'there is a crevice seventeen clicks to the north west, it seems very deep and leads to ancient rock strata, this may give us some indication of the history of this world. i think we should investigate.'
we were all bored and tired so a chance of scenery seemed like a good idea, although i didn't want to go to deep. the idea of caving on an unknown mysterious planet seemed a little risky, but i thought my friend iggy in japan would just say, 'don't take care, take risks,' so i agreed.
'what is that?' the medic asked.
'it's a reflection. the drones lights are being reflected in something reflective.' the android responded. 'it could be polished stone, mirror, water or some kind of glass.'
'how far away is it?' i asked.
'we can make it in an hour, depending on terrain but there's no telling what sort of obstacles are in there.'