deep sleep like a drunken god, dreams pouring out from somewhere, spilling over, it's been an eventful 24 hours from meeting my friend, a wild child, and having noodles and a lovely wander through the streets of oriental joints and connections, then onwards to meet my old friend's lilly and peter as we feast on medicines from a sovereign state located in bondi junction.
it was good to see pete who has been my doctor for many years. he's the only retail outlet for health where prices go down, he's mr. non profit, serve the community and he is quite brilliant although abrasive.
a chance meeting, an interesting chap who cured himself of a tumour by eating wild grass and drinking raw juices, i meet an old acquaintance quite randomly who offers to drive me home. it's very late, i've had a big day and a lift home sounds like an offer i cant refuse, as though the universe is being kind to me. i jump in her car and say goodbye to my friends, only to find as we drive across the bridge my kind angel is in fact some sort of nazi. 
this makes for an awkward journey as she espouses her beliefs and ideology, i challenge her in my awkward humble way but part of me feels like just getting out and walking. it's funny how once people get an idea that suits them they become inflexible and thus their reality is shaped by what they believe. i jump ship prematurely and escape.
later i visit my friend val who has lost his mother in a freakish boating incident. i've been meaning to see him for a few days but our time tables were moving in opposing directions. it was good to spend time with him and his wife. we kept it very chilled, watched some tv, a show about a man who can plant suggestions, hypnotism, mesmerism, a mentalist i guess but completely mind blowing stuff, he makes a passing stranger forget his identity and adopt a new one as a beggar on the streets asking passerby's for cash.it's incredible, when he is brought back by a simple whistle blow, he can't recall anything and is shocked by the film of himself. this is close to me, as during my brain injury they said i had become another person, i did not know who my girl friend was, i had no idea of what i was doing in hospital and i was speaking with a totally different voice, much more aggressive and confrontational than my natural self. it took five people to hold me down as i was determined to leave the hospital. i have no memory of this. 
but it makes me wonder how our daily lives are influenced by these techniques. another example on the tv show was the mentalist went into a cinema and hypnotised everyone in a matter of seconds into thinking they had seen the funniest best film ever, he brings them out very quickly and they are all in hysterics (except a few who are not susceptible).
later he asks them what they thought of the film and everyone says, it was very funny. yet no one recalls the story, any plot, any characters and any details, as there was no film.
we are constantly bombarded by suggestions via the media, advertising and culture. it's quite frightening which is where the techniques for liberation come in handy i guess, keep flexible, change your mind every now and then, reman open but apply critical analysis. 
travelling home i finished reading michael moorcocks new book, 'the coming of the terraphies' which is a dr. who / eternal champion crossover. i found it taking me back to the dancers at the end of time, in a universe where anything was possible and all the boundaries of the imagination where free flowing, and there was some very wonderful sub texts hinting at the magickal universe, especially from the point of view of quantum magick. 
it was a brilliant story, rich and well written, as a the dr joins a group of terraphiles, humans and aliens, who re enact ancient earth rituals in a very distorted way as sports for the famed arrow of law as prize. the surprise of course is the book's humour which i thought was a lovely quality. 

  
there's a lovely passage where cornelius says to the doctor, 'this isn't just physics we are talking about, it's metaphysics,' the dr's eyes gleamed with a fascinated curiosity, 'it's the only way we can understand reality, and both are represented by mythology, by legend and the shamanistic power of humanity to tell a story that is an absolute lie beneath which hides an absolute truth.'
and later when describing the multiverse, 'wheels within wheels, shadows within shadows, self similarity is the key to all as our actions are reproduced throughout the multiverse. resonances, echoes...'
on the train home i meet up with arriane by chance, she shows me her book she is working on, it's part political rant, part business plan, part cook book and part autobiography, i don't understand most of it but i like her rants about the government. 
we get soaking wet in a freak downpour at central, drinking our coffees under a tiny shelter waiting for the bus, the city skies very foreboding, ah, it will pass.