it was plato who came up with the cave idea about shadows on the wall being reality, the first simulation theory, in the late 70's baudrillard came up with a strange idea. in many way's it tied in with what the situationists thought but pushed it even further, the stages of simulation to the point we are living in hyper reality, a reality so far removed from the true nature of reality we cannot tell the difference. 

i think in someways this relates to my own personal theory about 'reality' although the choice we have is to choose what we believe is real. whereas baudrillard suggested that in the post modern age it's become very difficult.

it's only difficult because we invest in the media that projects reality. the news philosophically is all fake. so what's the truth, that elusive nucleus at the centre of the atom. 

again, we are compromised as our sensory organs only manage to interpret a fraction of what is out there masquerading as reality. that's why microscopes and telescopes and x ray scans were invented. to get closer. 

what we think is a tree is a collection of vibrating atoms, what we think of as atoms are actually protons, electron, tachyons, and quark and strangeness and charm and a number of other particles we have yet to discover. what we could chose to see is the wave, the flow of everything as it hits our perception, factor in a fourth dimension, let's make that the fourth dimension and perspective shifts again. 

so. simulation is what we all swim in but not live in. not if we apply critical thinking as a instrument of philosophy. then everything that is real or has reality in our normal life is a symbol, and this aligns with a kabbalistic concept of ennemations. qualities of the divine that radiate like ripples. mercy, understanding, wisdom, justice, beauty but is it all simulated and to what degree?

that all depends upon ones own relationship with the universe. it's why symbols have power and why everyone is really inhabiting some sort of tower of babal, because we perceive at different levels and cannot share the same language.  

the simulation becomes distorted and further represents the sorcery that baudrillard talks about.

i'm getting into his way of thinking. aligning magickal thought with his ideas. new systems. 

proof will be in when i use it, a few tweaks to my quantum concepts of magick. i have to explore sorcery in order to escape it completely. it's kinda mental realy and only a freak like me would journey to such a strange place but psychonauts need the courage to loose sight of the shore in order to discover new lands and quite frankly these shores are becoming familiar. i have resources now, i can play. mission control is having renovations, it's a huge job and taking forever as does the quest for a new car. i know nothing about cars and like the xv as it's very functional, no frills.  however i'm being persuaded to get a toyota  by those deep in the simulation. they say these cars are amazing as they have excellent 'packages' for the price. i have no idea about cars but i quite like the look of the funky c-hr and maybe it's time to go hybrid two tone. 

somehow i like the idea of driving around the simulation in a c- hr listening to diamond dogs and icelandic whaling folk songs. 

information, it's coming in thick and fast, i'm at the centre of the spiral where perspective is everything. i see the deception clearly, my pattern recognition optimised, the industry of outrage and faux compassion. the idiotic mass media, elites and democratic new-speak all obscure the truth. it gets us in duality and keeps us there like zeros and ones, like black lives matter, like left and right, like right and wrong.

biden is loosing his marbles, the truth is he's a puppet for malevolent forces. i would like to say unlike any we have seen before, but we have, in the chinese communist party. 

over the last 40 years education looked at how awful the western civilization has been, it deconstructed west against the world, and neglected the same prism of critical analysis upon communism and socialism. only the people whom escaped socialism / communism want to protect the west, meanwhile the academics all have miseducated students whom think it is the perfect system. the gulags have been white washed from history, those archipelagos of misery never stood a chance against the nazi death camps. the usa subverted itself and now is fractured in second revolution. i still think trump will win. the main stream media has corrupted the truth by not reporting accurately what is going on. it hasn't done this for many years, but particularly in terms of the great outsider that trump is. a man who won an election on one election promise, to drain the swamp.

the idiotic media put a spotlight on, make america great again but the reason people wanted him was because everyone knew the deep state were corrupt and now we know how deep it is. it's come to the surface. this no longer is about republicans vs democrats, a lot of democrats are beginning to see the fucking obvious. granted they are slow on the uptake, mostly brainwashed and indoctrinated to the point of mass hypnosis but fractures are appearing as dominion is revealed. as joe bidens links with china are exposed, as his dementia, racism and obvious position as a puppet for much more sinister powers slowly reveal themselves. 

fascism, socialism, communism, post capitalism all must give way now to the new world order, first sown by the trilateral commision almost 40 years ago and we have been watching it's arrival over the last few years as the technocrats exert more and more influence and power and obvious control. 

in europe it was easy, immigration changed everything, the eu and the un clearly stated in agenda 21/31, in the codex alimentarius, and with the climate debate the plan. it was on their website in clear site. 

it's the ultimate uniting enemy, the weather. just like a virus. we go running to our leaders, we set the young passionate and idealistic upon them, save us president joe, build us a saviour machine. and hey, before you know it they have. only it's no saviour is it? it's the same people pulling strings, closing and opening doors. it's that small class of elites who have the power stripping more from the individual. yuri says, the swamp is filled with useful idiots, they do their jobs and then when their jobs are done, they are eliminated. 

now this c-19. lets look at facts.

it was used as a bioweapon. - domestic flights from wuhan banned, international ones free to move after the plannedemic was known about. they infected the world.

the who downplayed the virus, telling people not to wear masks or gloves. 

the head of the world economics forum a publishes a book saying c-19 is not important, it's the narrative around it that will be. he's the man behind the reset, a technocrat and transhuman advocate. his book was published fast.

the governments lock us down, small business closes, people loose their jobs, everything changes because now this virus is very infectious. social distancing, no crowds except sports, black lives matter demonstrations, mmm curious how one side of the ideological debate get a free pass, yet the other doesn't.  the marxists want the middle classes destroyed, maybe that's a good thing, i don't know. the state hands out money, that's good but it's because money is now worthless in the new economy of carbon credits.

tests for a desease you don't know you have until they tell you.

and now an experimental rna nanoparticle vaccine created in record time, for a desease you can still catch, and transmit after having the vax, so what is the point?

and now finally a mutated strain.

and still businesses and govts, all push for a digital passport that differentiates those whom have had the vax and those that have not. an apartheid as non vaccinated people will loose their jobs, be unable to access govt. departments, unable to fly, 

yes the technocrats now control the world. and transhumanism is upon us. and we asked for it.  humans, utterly doomed to repeat the same old mistakes. 

trust me i'm a drug company, media giant, hollywood celeb.

trust me i'm an expert

trust me i'm a politician. 

i'm a very positive healthy guy but i lived 40 years watching world politics and being a keen observer and if you believe that institutions deserve trust, well you get what you deserve. 

 

 i do like this new font. i think i will adopt it from this point onwards.
in case you had not noticed dear reader, the new addition to blogger is this array of new fonts, and over the last few posts i experimented with a few. but this one, 'stint ultra expanded,' is my fave.

1943

the pessimist : i'm very concerned by what's happening around me.  we had such a free life, i mean we had choices now i'm not so sure.

the optimist : it's still good, i mean these nazis are just a trend. a wave that will pass over our heads.

pessimist : i am going to get out, take the children and sarah and i will travel to new zealand, make a new life.

optimist : you overreact, everything will be fine.

sometimes the blue sky thinking is just denialism at the obvious facts. 

why is the argument against the c-19 vaccination not tolerated. 

why do govts choose to forgo the usual legal requirements that applies to drug companies. 

why are there a growing number of scientists and virilogists who all oppose the logic behind vaccinating  an untested drug. why do people still have faith in pharmaceutical companies, governments and experts when the evidence is obvious. ask yuri.

he spells it out.

anyways since my return i have been quite busy. i decided to spend my fortune on a new car and renovations. i picked up a few extra books i've always wanted and will plough through them as soon as the building s completed. it's all coming together well, two afghani have been assigned the task and despite their inability to turn up some days they are already transforming the designated area. i'm not sure if it will be finished by xmas but i hope they can finish it by the end of the year.

this video has been removed for violating you tube terms of service! 

what telling people the truth?

wow!

we are in very dangerous waters people, be aware. don't tolerate this lies that the world economic forum is throwing out at us,  it's become obvious to me what is happening now, as the technocrats take control of the agenda and control peoples minds. 

world war 3 has started, fascism, socialism, communism and now technocratic ideology. people have to get over the left and right polarities and see a new enemy, same as the old. what were all those people fighting wars for in history if not the freedom to be an individual. the battlefield is the mind baby. and an open mind requires more than just some positive thinking vibe and white light, it's going to take a tool that has been slowly eroded by years of dumbing down. critical thinking.

for the last 30 years i have written about the one conspiracy (NOT JUST ON BLOGGER) no one seems to understand because it's packaged in an ingenious wrapping of us asking for it. good hearted, good intentions and well meaning people have been so duped by this movement it was considerably easy for them to execute. all they needed was a generation plus some sympathetic (to quote yuri) useful idiots.

here it is: spelled out for you in case you're not getting the idea.

never mind taking the red pill or blue pill, the question is will you click here, or avoid the future while it envelopes you.

dominion has two prongs on it's fork, one is called hammer (HAMR) the other scorecard. soon these words will fill the feed, people will be talking about it but they will not understand it right now. all links and information pertaining to them have been removed and or replaced with a standard denial. 

i piece together the puzzle, not a conspiracy theory yet a conspiracy. 

anyone travelling through a rabbit hole will never see the end point until they are out, even the entrance point becomes lost and all there are is tributaries. only when you are 'out' can perspective offer clarity and yet the mind will bend the truth, squeeze it into the hole until it fits but almost splits the walls apart for those dimensions are to big for the container, it warps and folds, it distorts. 

confirmation bias is a perfect excuse for the narcissistic personality as it distorts something to mean itself when it is obviously nothing to do with them. 

dominion is a computer program, it's used in elections and has been used by the cia for many years especially in south america. scorecard flips votes, it's the hack, and hammer is the intercept. the trail of conspirators go all the way to the heart of the dems, china, soros and the un. the great reset is being pushed hard by the same people who fund biden. aka wall street, hollywood and the mainstream media, big pharma and the green left. as my canadian friend david shulman said, 'useful idiots' do the groundwork until they can be disposed off. 

mainstream media - people are turning off because we know you lie.

big tech- we know your twits and facebook push one single agenda, we know who you are in bed with.

hollywood- you woke and put us to sleep, no one wants to be preached to by a bunch of self important morons. listen to ricky, he did warn you.

wall street funding the dems, ha, follow the money all the way to china. 

the great reset is really humanities great set back.

why mission?

because its the same old people running the same old show, the only difference is we asked them for it this time.  

 

i will not get this vaccination. i did my research. it's weird as everyone is a sort of humanist type, all claim to follow a religion and spiritual path but the truth is the whole science on which this vaccine is based is the first step towards the transhuman future as it's not a dna vaccine but an rna one.  
it's also produced by pfizer a drug company that murdered hundreds of africans in it's experiments with vaccines, it's had so many litigations by people whom have suffered adversely from their products you may as well play russian roulette. plus the real science not the politicized one has already found a cure that works. 

the cure

the fact is the great reset is coming, that's the end game and this vaccination is a compliance tool. dig deep you uncover the truth.

i always ask myself, why are all govt's pushing this instead of the alternatives. why do people trust their government they will allow them to put injections into them on, trust. the nazi party convinced people to step into the showers, get clean, disinfect from lice. 

the un is the nazi party, it has a similar objective. it's agenda 21 /31, it's codex. all there in plain sight. 

nope i am not going to be injected with their drugs. sure if you are old and at risk, go get a shot, don't let me stop you but at the end of the day why would a healthy person with a good immune system want that stuff inside their body. 

i'm not an anti vaccer, just this one. the whole c-19 thing was so badly handled, in my case i know it was designed by americans, sent to wuhan china when the congress banned genetic experiments on viruses, funded by obama, biden and fucci and then released unto the world in time for the great reset.

i'm old now. i been around the block. if you think govt's and pharmaceuticals are benevolent then that's your problem. this is not cynicism, this is experience. 

 

 i returned yesterday, wrote a few e mails, made some calls, wrote something on the olde blog and crashed out. i found myself awake at around 1100 and took myself off to the beach for a few hours, stopping off at the shop for coconuts. in the garden i stripped down to my shorts and one hand holding the cleaver the other a fresh coconut i hacked into it ad drunk down cool refreshing liquid. after i slung the husk to the back of the garden where it lay with a pile of other husks. everything has changed, the last few days have been something incredible and strange. i'm somewhat stunned but although everything has changed i am determined to change nothing. not yet anyway. there are a few minor tweaks i will make, nothing to big, some renovations to mission control. maybe a new car. let's see how it all plays out.

the galactic federation are here

right now

we are not ready for them

yet some are

on mars under the surface of the red planet

collaboration occurs, 

the oldest philosophical question unites the greatest minds

it brings peace and wisdom, humility and wonder

i know.

the fabric of the universe.

it's flows through my blood

i know 

the key to mayan time

the galactic federation are here

right now

we are not ready for them

yet some are

on the moon we have been warned

not to return in the sky of iron

until upon this beautiful earth we inhabit and care for

is established zion

soon science will discover what is already known, dark energy is actually quintessence. captain mission walks through the mass of atomic structures between molecules, between quark and charm, he is harmonized and complete, a fully formed creative fractal spiralling outwards. in the galaxy he encompasses new births are creates, formulas achieved, the fatalistic probability makes new patterns and deterministic outcomes reformat themselves.

harbinger of freedom, those who come come, those who don't don't. liberation is not found in deception but in freedom from deception, it is not found in spiritual people and their agendas. it is not found in byron bay it is found in the place you least expect it. escape your own trap. 

deceptions are mirror universes filled with smoke, some people fill their hearts with them, others clear. some who think they are clear are just trapped, some who think they are trapped are free. 

i am quintessence. 

the mornings surf, big waves propell me forwards, i notice how my skills are improving. i can turn and twist, steer into waves and slip quickly into physical mode so that i can activate my system. it's the flip of a switch, a shift into the correct state. it's beautiful. 

the day is excellent.

and dawn is rising.

tradespeople walk through mission control, there's renovations occurring and it's a big job so my driveway is blocked with trucks and a trail of flooring, tiles and empty concrete bags. the sound of people industriously redesigning filters through to the back of mission control. i'm hanging around catching up on paperwork, e mails and stuff. no work for a few days, yay! 

so far i have had a big clean out, so far i have made a slight dent. i'm recovering form a big weekend, my body feels tired and aches, i really need a big sleep. 

i chat to my father about the elections, we both know. he's telling me about some clint eastwood film he likes, i tell him about the one i just saw, richard jewel. we both like clint eastwood, dad for his cowboy roles, me for his directing choices.

later i speak to my crop circle contact whom believes time travellers are responsible. we speak about the 'farm' and the eerie activities, it is quite strange such events happen in such a small area but the cattle story freaks me out, that's just freaky.

i'm do not subscribe to the time travel theory with crop circles, i've always thought it's information encoded within the earth itself. mostly concerning technology, free energy and perpetual motion machines. 

i'm not surprised to learn that there are a now a number of scientists and engineers whom are designing machines based upon the patterns within crop circles. a number of vibrationary tools especially rife machines are based upon crop circle designs. also ancient devices from prehistory seem to match patterns found in circles. there is much speculation about ancient technology but i feel it is more than likely.

i lost my sense of humour, i looked for it everywhere, starting in all the obvious places, i looked under my bed, on the windowsill, i searched through my drawers and bookshelves, i looked in four places at once, i tried scanning the ceilings and staring at the walls but it was nowhere to be seen. perhaps i dropped it when i was walking along the beach. i panicked with the single thought, maybe the dog ate it, he would do something like that, i have noticed his inclination towards me lately is to pull little tricks and pranks. oh no!
my dog ate my sense of humour, devoured it while i was distracted. i can't believe it yet it is the sort of thing that could happen to me. i ring the vet.
'we never heard such nonsense, dogs don't have humour, but bring him in, we better check him out.'
'well i'm warning you, be prepared.'
of course the dog has hidden the box, he's also not in his kennel where he enjoys snoozing but he's swinging in my hammock reading peanuts and wearing my special rose coloured glasses. i offer him a dog biscuit but he demands a something more sophisticated, 'why do you give me those stupid biscuits, they just taste like cardboard,' he says. 

i'm in no mood to enter a discussion, i carry him to the car, i'll drive he says.
'you can't, you have no...'
'licence. i do, it's a dog licence.'
'oh no, you stupid dog you ate my sense of humour.'
'well it's not very funny is it, i mean it's no robin williams, no ricky gervais, i think i'm doing you a favour really.'
'shut up and let's go see this vet maybe he can help.'
'he's not sticking anything in me, i have rights you know. i should have a private health fund anyway.'

'even i don't have one so forget it.'

'last time i went to the vet this woman with a dead duck was there.'

'so, we can be in an out, you don't have to play with any other animals.'

'oh that duck was dead. the vet kept telling her but she wouldn't listen, she kept yelling at him, my ducks not dead he might be in a coma, he's not dead!'

'the vet called in a big labrador who then sniffed the duck from head to toe. then he gave the vet a look and shook his head slowly with his big sad eyes.

next a cat came in and did the same thing, meowed softly and shook its head slowly. so the vet looks at the woman and says, this is a certifiable dead duck. he goes over to his computer and punches in a few keys then to the printer where he grabs a sheet that feeds out, and hands the bill to the woman.

she reads it and shouts out, $1000, just to tell me my duck is dead.

the vet shrugs and says, lady if you had just taken my word for it the bill would be $20 but with the lab report and the cat scan it's $1000.'

'jesus, don't give up your day job,' i mutter as we hit the highway north.

'it's your humour mission.'

'ahh well a confession at least.'

'i was hungry and you leave it laying around, what do you expect?'

when angelica revealed her true nature to me i was not really surprised, i mean i'd always suspected she was from another planet so anything less would not shock me. we were cleaning up, washing and drying, she was standing there with bright yellow rubber gloves, naked from the waist up and wearing heels and a short skirt. i don't know why she liked to dress so provocatively when she did her domestic chores, maybe to get me more involved in the mundane. it worked.

halfway through the dinner dishes she flicked me with some soap suds and stood there waiting to see how i'd react, i waved the spatula in front of her face, smiling i teased, 'not very clever, to splash a man with a spatula in his hand,' she laughed at me and i went to whack her then she said, 'you know, i was clear for a few years, it's changed, i've moved into a different level.'

the spatula stopped in mid-swing and she grabbed it from me, 'i'm actually an ot8.'

'is this some gnostic group, oto, iot, current 88, i don't know what ot8 is angelica.'

'i don't know how to tell you this, i hope you understand, i'd like you to think about joining me.'

'joining you, in what exactly, you know i don't like groups, gangs or cults.'

'captain mission, i am a scientologist.

i flicked the bubbles at her, 'yeah, well i'm not joining.'

'listen,' she directed, 'i am 0t8 now, that's as high as it gets, please listen to what i am saying.'

'okay let's finish the domestics and then we can discuss this but i should warn you i've studied every known and unknown group, infiltrated them all and gone through the ranks only to exit.'
angelica passes me a tea towel and we start working our way through the dishes.
'yeah, well you are the smartest guy in the universe. so how come you have never heard of the ot8 mission?'
'i was fast tracked to a level you don't know about.'
'get out, you were not. there is no level after ot8.'
'oh yeah there is, it's called ctc and there are only a handful of us.'
she pulls off the gloves and slides up to me, her arms wrap around my shoulders, 'what's ctc stand for?'
'clear thetan clear.'
'fuck you mission.'
i grab her waist, 'sure, let's.'
'seriously, i wanna know why i don't know about ctc.'
'i can't answer that.'
'why did they fast track you.'

'i passed the test babe.'

'fuck, really? how come you never told me.'

i shrug my shoulders, go back to cleaning dishes.

'you should have told me, you said you would share everything with me.'

i spin around to face her, soft lips pouting, eyes open wide.

'i do tell you everything but there's a lot of everything and it takes time. you capiche?'

'mission, that's slippery, ' she's sneering but smiles, 'and clever.'

anyway what's ctc all about, please tell me, please?'

'it's cosmic stuff, one you get to that level they just let you go.'

'what the church never let anyone go.'

'they let the ctc's go babe.'

'why?'

'because we don't need it and they know it. we are not agents for the church, we are agents for something bigger and the church know it.'

'this is insane, you are fucking making this up just to annoy me.'

'no way, if i wanted to annoy you i'd just do this,' and with that i flicked a whole large blob of soap suds art her face point black.

'ewe, tell me mission. '

'tell you what?'

'about the ctc status.'

'it means i'm clear babe. clear of mest.'

'how?'

'fate, chance, accident of birth, luck, a strange and an unusual brain, some research, a few good teachers along the way, a healthy attitude to reality and my own personal special ingredient which must remain a mystery.'

'fuck you, come on, tell me what can you do.'

'anything. i want.'

'oh that's kinda sexy,' she says, moving closer.'

'so really do you have any affiliation to them?'

'none. i walked in one day, did all their tests and then more, got invited back for more and yet more and then they proclaimed me in ceremony and i was free.'

'to do what?'

'anything, but i choose my mission.'

standing on her tiptoes her lips almost meet mine, she smells of peaches. 'it's amazing. all this time i thought you had no interest in us.'

'i really don't, it's okay to be part of something, a family, a group, club whatever, religion even but i hold no creed or follow nothing so structured.'

'but you still have the dishes to do.'

'always.'

  

steve comes onstage and strums his guitar it's some sort of new semi acoustic one i have not seen him play before. what happened to that old beaten up one with the black tape? 

i liked that look, it told stories and tales and was no mere guitar, that guitar has soul, and what's this. he's wearing a sort of black dress suit with a red shirt, like a naughty mephisto hosting a cabaret, the magic theater has begun. the band begins and it rocks when it needs to and it rolls where it does, and it's very good. it's actually better than the cd, it's alive, with just the right amount of chaos that makes it interesting to me. these players are veterans, all individual in their field. i watch them all do their thing effortlessly, in union like a school of fish following the man in the red shirt through the corridors of the mind, off love, loss, hurt and regret, off prayer and 11 women. 

it's hard to define why this band is good, i feel it's the element of chaos, it merges into the unity and creates something else. it's the bleed, colours mixing and swirling, steve singing with conviction as always and passion always makes interesting art.

i'm sold.

this is a new version of steve, same as the old but with a different background, it's loose and rambling, it's tight and fit. these guys are excellent and all is proven in my own personal fave, 'doris mcalister,' a song about a witch. i like that dark stuff in music, my inner old gothic nature feels like it needs to play. 

the second half set is perfection.

now i'm just an old man, sitting down the front with my friend as we sip our cocktails and our hash cookies kick in. the sound of 'providence.'

steve always plays this song and i always love it when he does. i always feel he's playing it for grant, out of love. i have no idea if that's true but i like to think it is and i am certain it is.

tonight this simple song becomes majestic as it moves into others, segues into, 'is this where you live' and some devotional george harrison like hindu chanting and back into 'providence' again and i'm taken into that strange place where the church always take me, that strange place where steve opens doors and portals for me, that doorway that feels so much like home.

well obviously the second set will be a whole batch of re imagined church songs and stuff from steve's massive catalogue of solo work.

but no, expect the unexpected. 

they play a few songs from the next 'winged heels' album, and oh, 'swinging on the moon,' a song i have never heard but it's stolen my heart already, and i hope it's as good as the live version. look out you rock and rollers.

all the other songs are equally as alluring, i'm so excited to hear the next album now. this is a curious band, very unique in many ways that all these people came from other great bands, icehouse, the models, gareth koch is a maestro at his classical form and yet plays rock with such finesse and unusual riffs, he makes it look easy, standing there like a giant with his fingers moving along the neck, making these sounds come alive. i love all the musicians, they are excellent but it's the drummer who stands out the most. i have no idea where he is from or whom he is but he was quite brilliant. inventive, restrained and powerful. fun to watch, and having a groovy time.

encoring with a reworked 'milky way' that sounded fresh and as magickal as the first time i heard it, steve closes the set. the winged heels are a live band. 

upstairs with all the people as usual i wonder what i am doing there, oh yeah i think, i really wanna give steve a hash cookie as this batch is amazing, although i'm tempted to eat it as the munchies kick in, show restraint mission i think. fortunately we share a few moments to chat before everyone is whisked away. he's telling me about a san pedro experience and it's a good story, makes me happy to hear it. 

down on the street at foxy studios my friend and i wander to the tram, watching huge bats fly over our heads, swoop swoop. i feel happy. it was a very good night.    

another dawn surf see's massive swell, the water much warmer neptunes arms embracing my in turbulence and chaos. mostly all i hear is the crashing of waves and the loud beat inside my body, it's been a long time since my heart was so loud. there are moments where i suck down air filling hungry lungs about to burst. i watch people being swept away in the swell, a lady tumbles over backwards, she looks really nervous and i reach out for her arm, elp her back to the shore. it's terrible out there yet i move forwards past the fear, the shock and awe into the calm ocean out the back where the waves come hard and fast but synchronized in sets. i catch the smaller ones and find myself travelling through time and space, through into beyond zen, into raw ein sof.

i create

i recreate

only action is true reflection of who, there is no greater good only good. there is no greater god only god, there is no truth other than what is true and there is no love other than the magick of myself and all i create. 

my mind and heart expand through the universe and penetrate all realms, quasi and quasar, my antenna picks up signals from local and intergalactic. there's a lot happening through emanation,  

at one point i find myself in a barrel, the wall of water seems frozen in time, it gives me a moment to think.

down at the beach, some choppy waves in early morning haze, i'm in and out, getting my body adjusted to the freezing shock of cold water. what happened, a day ago it was warm, did an iceberg melt of the coast?after a few moments i adjust, that sharp breathing levels out. i swim out and catch a few waves.

a cold shower and a search for a new coffee shop, i cast my eyes towards what was 'the amalfi' only to find it has a new look, new owners, new name. the captains cafe. ah home away from home, and they do a good latte to.

the day is spent continuing the work on mission control, it's changing rapidly, and looking far more interesting now. there's still a lot of things to move and clear out but it's beginning to manifest into a respectable living environment. it only took me 6 years. 

i smoke a joint after a long day, the evening descends soft and gentle, birds bring me gifts, i remember to feed my fish as the sun sinks. it's a clear sky, i think i may watch the stars tonight. 

the word for the new age is 

DOMINION

keep an open mind, watch the feeds, listen to the ones you never listen to, be prepared to reach satori and understand you were fighting on the wrong side. what you thought was good is evil, what you think is right is wrong. humans off planet earth DOMINION already is here, it intervened and is controlled by the darkest force upon earth. are you part of DOMINION or are you strong enough to stand in the truth. no matter what that truth is?

those that know will know, those that do not know will find out in time if they look. the truth is worse than you can imagine because most of you were fighting a battle for the enemy. the truth always will trump the lie. and if it doesn't we will live under DOMINION 

listen

a week in suspended animation, although i'm not that animated in rain, it slows me down, keeps me inside the prism contemplating my nexus. i do get a chance to make some changes around mission control, lots of clearing out of stuff, the place is taking shape as i rearrange everything into coherence. i found a way to communicate with the local bird life, they have always been paying me visits, and now i understand what they require from me, i am happy to oblige.

i bake some stuff, it seems like a good idea on a wet day, i shift some furniture and create a new space where an interior jungle area sprouts forth. here i will spend my mornings after my surf. it's perfect.

the pond life is growing in spring, dragons are awakened, the flowers around the area blooming in spring, after such a watering they will be pristine. it's almost south american in bromeliad and water lily.

i begin a new novel, max goldsworths, the empress of forever, it's vast and imaginative and although i have just begun it find myself in love with it's two main characters, although i am yet to encounter the empress. 

my front tooth is falling out, it's endless irritation keeps me firmly in my moment to which i always return. my pain threshold is so high but it's there.

back to work soon, i need to pace myself, in for the long haul. gotta just find my swing.

finally speak with my dad, he tells me about what's happening in europa, same as ever. same islo-fascist savagery. i can't blame them, it's the europeans own fault, what did they think?

i saw it coming with samuel rushdie back in the day, very few others did. ho hum. he ho, free speech for expensive oil. 

politics.

on one hand you have the marxist morons and the other the islamo fascists. there's no escape except escape.

 

i'd never read any paolini novels despite various people saying to me the dragon reminded them of myself, i avoid fantasy novels as a rule although i have read the obvious ones. the only fantasy writer i think had something different to write was scott r baker who has written a very interesting sextet of books known as 'prince of nothing.' 

anyway's paolini writes his first adult science fiction novel, ot's taken him 10 years and it's a huge monolith which i read in about two weeks. i mean it's easy to read.

the story is not original, it's a sort of mish mash of classic themes, a strange artifact, a weird alien symbiotic being, a galactic war and a band of renegades in trouble with the authorities.

it's not a bad book but it's not really a book for anyone that likes science fiction to blow their minds, it's written for a basic audience and although within is a whole new universe it's very basic.

i'm curious to see how he builds the next book in the series but overall i'd suggest it's really a fantasy book written as a science fiction book. the alien could be a dragon, the quest at the first part of the book is every generic fantasy quest and the ending somewhat trite.

however this should not stop readers from enjoying it, characters are okay but never more than one dimensional, dialogue okay but predictable, aliens and termanology are a bit unimaginative but it will keep you turning the pages. 

i make a date with the sun, the future is arriving, my calculations point to december, maybe the 20th or 21st. the wave will arrive in earth's atmosphere around that period and i will be ready. that's all. mutation is adaptation, adaptation is evolution. my rituals are prepared in advance, i have a date with destiny.

big night out, wandering around the city with some long lost friends, in and out of bars and pubs, i'm at the italian film festival with some celebrities whom seem to have adopted me, an actress and director and we agree to watch the new version of pinocchio which is rather good, much more loyal to the book than the disney version.

my new round of herbal cookies are amazing, quality cake. wow!

news from europa is bad, lockdown high mortality and infection rates, this c-19 thing is moving faster than we can.

anyways, here's the issue.

all governments (except china) are in the dark, they have to make it up as they go along. they have to balance economy with infection. it's notoriously hard as they must appear to know what they are doing, the illusion of control. yet if they had power over their masters they would make one simple announcement.

build your immune system by exercise, diet and joy. spend time with your family and loved ones, life is short and then you die. balance work, rest and play. 

no govt. has made that announcement, instead they are instructing people to isolate, stay inside, wear masks and ppc, don't go out to the beach.

the issue is this virus is not as deadly as cancer so why are we never seeing a worldwide race to cure cancer. because of money. because of control. the vaccination for c-19 will be compulsory, you won't be able to travel or work unless you have had the vaccine. and the vaccine will not be the cure.

so i'd suggest keep calm, keep reasonably healthy, build the immune system and don't buy into to much hysteria. in fact turn of the news, watch something more creative and relax. 

fleeting moments in the water at the beach, watching the supermoon, the stars sprawl across the bay, it's picture postcard, a zen night garden, a lullaby for the motherless children as i think about the dead.
thoughts to the dead, the old people, the people who are in graves, the people who are lonely and isolated because the family can't see them in quarantine zones, the dead-end streets, the tunneled vision, the obscured by clouds, the people who lost their jobs, the people who are without. 
i saw a film clip of a woman in a big modern city apartment standing on the balcony yelling out at anyone who could hear, 'help me, help me, i am trapped here with the dead body of my mother, please someone help me.'
it is now a terrible situation for humanity as fear sweeps its way through the world. conspiracy and paranoia, infecting minds. stockpiling in survival mode. people clutching at straws while others hold hands.
in fear the amygdala shuts down compassion, care, kindness and understanding. we only think about survival.
listen to the media words:
lockdown, virus, disease, death, surveillance, military, recession, depression. 
watch the new global sport as countries play the dead population game show, numbers soar, the world watches.
i think the virus is the antidote.
it takes no prisoners, ignores borders, ideology, race.
now it is time to contemplate what we have surrendered to. 
what's important baby?
money?
ambition?
fame?
recognition?
these things do not matter to the soul.
they are requirements of mind.

richard dawkins a scientific fundamentalist whom i have never really endorsed says 'we are just progenitors of dna and it is every living object's sole purpose, our prime directive.'

yet if you think about it, 'it is the rationalism of frogs living at the bottom of wells that deny the existence of mountains,' so says a much wiser man frithjof schuon.

materialism is the wrong road. as i have been writing for eons, ideologies, all of them, they are fundamentally wrong. capitalism, socialism are atomized reality infiltrating our lives and reducing life into valueless paper or constructs. the money is not real. debt is a side effect but so is mental health and the natural environment. so is love.

the world has been visited by covid-19 which reveals a house of cards society exposed now as it falls, globalism has ended. money has ended. even in affluent societies like iceland everyone is in debt.

the average household debt in au. 200%

covid 19 is showing us the value of toilet paper over diamonds.

i'm captain mission and i'm going to fucking save us all.

one of the most intelligent video's ever made, and a very subversive song in my opinion. i love the fact there are bands that can still subvert the dominant paradigm, see through the paradox of ideology and the sheep mentality. 

while this was mainly interpreted as a meditation on social media, it's much much more. 

click here

an absolutely brilliant movie, possibly the best one i have seen after 'dead man' 

everything about this movie is perfect, i loved it. i think christopher nolan is my fave director, and he would be the man for 'manifesto.'

ironically another novel i have an idea for would fit right into the nolan universe. mmm, christopher are you reading this, shoot me an e mail. i love your work. 

the answer is in the pineal gland.
it's been in my vision for weeks, i see the signs all the time, they are pushed into my face and begin to overwhelm me. the universe has been bashing me over the head with a soft instrument and now finally as i dissolve i see what the information is really saying. dmt. its many forms represent themselves in my reality but i know the universe i am in currently is not my own, it's a mirror so i apply my mirror mind to the mirror to get the truth and the answer lies in the pineal. it's melatonin.
the front line defence is levels of melatonin. 

meanwhile i am having a strange moment. i purchased a bag of books, specifically one on colour, one on a mental yoga and several novels which i threw into my car in a large bag. the next night i began searching for the bag. i look all over mission control, search the car but to no avail. it's a mystery but as i fall asleep to a you tube video of jorden peterson talking about some kind of jungian psychology, the night envelopes me and i must have fallen into slumber. i wake up several times, the video still playing, it's very long, and i'm now convinced someone must have taken the bag off books from my car.

i begin to feel angry and disappointed in myself. i tried to go back to sleep but i was so angry it became difficult, eventually i did. now, in my dreams jorden starts telling me to take responsibility and not to jump to conclusions, he talks a lot about how dreams and reality overlap and then when i awake in the morning i wonder if i dreamt my books are missing. so i go search and find them immediately. i head to the surf to clear my head.

two hours later i am listening to an interview with charlie kauffmen, whom has just written a novel. the interview is great and suddenly the interviewer says, 'charlie your book is filled with dreams and often i couldn't tell what bits were the dreams and what was actually happening to the protagonist. then i myself started to dream about the book.'

as far as books go i'm halfway through ubo by steve rasnic tem, a sort of alien abduction type story where the experiments are actually quite bizarre. subjects are sent back in time into the bodies of various 'evil' historical individuals. when they return into their prisoner consciousness, they are all traumatised to some level as you would be, and slowly they attempt to understand what the purpose of these experiments are. and also who they are. interesting, and i'm getting a bit of a history lesson in stalin, himmler and various other nutjobs, not light reading at all. 

                            NEW MISSION

late last night as i drive in my headlights illuminate the top of my postbox, it's a stone pillar and right upon the top of it sits what i think may be a cat. it's dark and furry, i stop halfway in my drive to have a good look.

it's a huge owl.

he's got big eyes and lovely brown / black feathers but he's sitting down. i watch him stand up, present himself. how strange. he's so cute i smile at him. then continue driving into my driveway and park. i go inside wondering what owls eat apart from mice and other animals, none of which i have on hand. i could make him some vegemite toast, at 1am in the morning that's possibly the best i can come up with.

up at long jetty, in the yoga place where they do great food i meet some english girls who seem amused at my 'fish out of water' aura, as i look bewildered by the people all looking glamorous and healthy in their alternative lifestyle choices and voices while my head is buried in a book called, 'big bang.'  

'are you ready to order,' a young girl with vibrant skin and a natural smile asks, her eyes are amazing and so wide open.

'just bring me something healthy and an almond latte thank you,' i say smiling because she has a soft friendly voice that is not irritating or harsh.

'okay, i'll bring you something yummy.'

'sure, i have complete faith in you.'

my books is good, i'm getting really into it when a new character appears, it's william burroughs so i'm even more captivated by this remarkable novel.

she returns with a large plate of health and a steamy coffee. it's all to perfect.

later i stop off for a milkshake, blackberry and blackcurrant with coconut milk, it's incredible, so thick and beautiful my body just absorbs it like osmosis. i'm on a natural high, my book has just reached stratospheric heights and the input of the best quality fuel activates some natural power inside of me that blooms and sends a turbo charge to my energies. 

later i am in the city, wandering along in the sunshine like a well behaved civilian when, hark! 

my supersensitive hearing tunes in to the distant sound of a guitar strum, a beat so mellow yet pleasurable, a funky cool rhythm that reminds me of my santa fe days. oh yeah i'm caught in a tractor beam of aural pleasure. it draws me closer and through the people i see a man sitting on a crate in the middle of george street. he's strumming a guitar and starts singing, a smooth silky deep base voice like a well refined soul singer from the 60's, so fucking pure i drink it in. next to him in another milk crate is a puppy, curled up asleep. not many people stop to listen, not many people leave him cash. but i am standing there listening to the most amazing voice. when i look at the man i see the disfigurement, a sort of weird growth protruding from half his face, i mean it's pretty brutal. it's like a tree sprouting from one side of his face and hanging down over his nose. he's a young guy, about 40ish, singing in the sunshine. i leave him some cash and think how god has given him a terrible condition yet bestowed him with a beautiful voice, it's a strange thought and it makes me ponder. i must say i am supremely happy for hearing his voice, it's the best thing ever. 

oceanic morning as the dawn light comes casting itself along the horizon in an electro-magno glide pathway right to my feet. i adress the cosmos, input values, calculate conditional ratios, output the frequency of flox. 

cats come to me, it's a strange thing, something to do with the energy hovering around me, it's quite bizarre and a number of people notice this. 'i thought you were a dog person,' they say.

well i am an animal person, never been one to single out any particular species except moths. can't say i have any love for those erratic things. the thought of moths makes me shudder. it's phobic. completely irrational.

i'm reading a new book, called 'big bang' it's well written, easy and reminds me of don delillo's underworld but without the amazing opening chapter, although big bang is powerful and smart.

mission control, taking shape as i make my way through some big changes.

 

the idiot wind and the zombie apocalypse have arrived, don't like the surname of a cheese manufacturer so we change it, yep 'coon' is a name with connotations but it's also someones surname and if people find it offensive where does it end. are blackouts changed to non denominational decrease in electricity power, can we actually evolve as language is censored, the answer is no. 

i work with some of the dumbest people i have ever met, a guy that thinks the earth is flat, a woman who had no idea the client she case manages has schizophrenia and another woman who cannot understand any word that has more than 5 letters in it. i'm offended by their moronic existence but i don't fucking walk around expecting them to change anything, i have to just tolerate working with inane boring dingbats and outside of work i am very selective about whom gets my time. people i like and love. 

the person who thinks the world is flat also thinks everyone else is a sheep and brainwashed. he's so aloof yet knows nothing about anything really, he feeds diabetics doughnuts he buys for them to gain favour whereas he and his cronies complained because i dared make banana bread with the clients from wholemeal flour, real bananas, crushed walnuts, cranberries and honey. these petty battles occupy the minds of zombies and i am surrounded by them still. 

fortunately i have an excellent boss whom i respect because she has humanity and wisdom. therefore not a zombie.

well it's very rare for me to do anything social but a few days ago a guy came to my house to..okay, wait for it...clean my oven. it was a quick job but my bicarbonate and vinegar was not working on the door. so he walks in, all dreadlocked and smiles, we exchange pleasantries and i comment upon his origins. brazilian, i recognise it straight away.

we chat about some brazilian writers, poets and music and the jungle. obviously ayahuscia comes up and dmt. 

the guy gets super excited and invites me to some party.

well it takes a lot of effort, mental will power and general enthusiasm to convince myself to attend. it's only down the road and i don't have to stay long. 

well let's just say olde captain mission had a fantastic night, what amazing people, brazilians and cubans, dancing, music, great conversations and grilled treats. we sit around a big fire and i listen to incredible portuguese songs, reggae, folky blues and i share a waterboys song with a sexy lady who rings me the next day. we chat a little and she invites me to visit some sacred site she knows. i take a raincheck as my social calendars quota is exhausted for the month. later i get a text from my brazilian friend whom invited me saying every one of the people at the party asked him where he found such a beautiful soul. that was nice, and i stumble through the day wondering how i managed to pull the wool over their eyes. 

anyway it was a great night, and i have a very interesting new circle friends who seem to like me.

mission

now i look respectable i can get away with anything.  

the captain

talking to some one, can't quite recall whom and it was only yesterday but so much happened yesterday / today, it was action packed tuesday / wednesday, i was building something and arm deep in wood and sandpapers and fucking doing stuff i never do like painting and going to bunnings, what the fuck! 

anyways here i am mr, handyman immersed in being handy and somehow i'm talking to someone about my travels through mexico a place i fell in love with and have good memories off. 

i was a kid, barely out of my teens and i was lving in a cool pad in la when i somehow had this fixation about going to mexico. every single person said, 'no don't!'

i never listened to any one or anything they said, it was like i'd already gone.

i recall getting an old tattered last legs bus from south la greyhound terminal where a transexual pulled a gun on me, pointed it at my head and said, 'your in the wrong washroom son.'

sure enough i had walked into the womens toilets by accident. i walked backwards outta there eye on the face of the woman with the gun, i still recall his / her pinned eyes. anyway, in the same terminal i met a friend a few hours later whom was travelling around the usa, i told him i was heading south across the border. 

he pleaded with me, come north with me, don't go, it's too dangerous. i returned to my book and waiting for the fucking bus to turn up immune to peoples concern for some reason, maybe stupidity or youthful arrogance.

i was reading the magus at the time, john fowles. it must have been a trend as a few people i met on my travels were reading or had read it.

the cross into tjiuana was okay, i stopped for the connection and hung around the markets and bars. it was chaotic and colourful and everyone was drinking tequila or buying or selling it. actually the whole place seemed to run on the stuff, all those reds and yellows, my eyes had to adjust.

then i finally hopped on the bus to mexico city, and about two hours in we stopped at the real checkpoint in juarez, where the real mexico begins. i think we travelled west and south, through sonora, mostly desert but where hallucinogenic frogs come from. the bus was packed and i was the only westerner on board. everyone was very friendly once they found out i was from england and despite being squished up with chickens, goats and people i found it really pleasant. people shared their boiled eggs and tortillas with me, old ladies smiled and younger men all high-fived me as though i were the soccer player whom kicked the winning goal. 

at the border it was a different story, armed soldiers and border police all came aboard and made us march up to a huge shack where they id'ed everyone. i watched money exchange hands and figured out the young men were workers who were paying the border guards so they could re enter into mexico from the states where they had bee working illegally. 

back on board i relaxed and watched the country roll by, occasionally trying to communicate to the friendly natives in a very inarticulate infantile spanish. we stopped twice over a period of 30 hours, i had taken the wrong bus, the mexican bus. the american bus would have taken me 13 hours. so when we rolled into the bus terminal at mexico city i was ready for a hot shower and bed. i'd bought a packet of marlborough outside the hotel and on my balcony lit my cigarette up only to find it tasted horrible. the tobacco they used was different than american, it was rough and hard to smoke. what i really wanted to do was peyote with some indians but mexico city was a vital swarm of modern people, students businessmen, traffic and culture, i walked out onto the street and wandered around falling in love with the whole place. the metro was one of the cleanest fastest most efficient services and so simple to use, i was unbound and travelled everywhere by subway if not on foot.

every morning i'd go down to the shop outside and grab some cafe and eggs (huevos), eventually the owner of a shoe shop came up and chatted with me and offered to show me the city. every moring he offered to show me something or point me in the direction of a tourist point. i declined his offer to be my tour guide but always bought him a breakfast as he sat and explained the intricate politics of the place. now mexican has a culture that is fucking amazing, it starts in the art gallery which is the most impressive gallery i have ever seen. it's magnificent. i was impressed by how political it was and how the revolution was part of the artistic pursuit. anyway, the architecture was incredible to, the zocalo was just an wonderful place to watch the city pass by while looking at these beautiful mighty buildings. 

the whole city was built upon the aztec city of tenochtitlan which was destroyed in the 16th century by some crazy spanish conquistadors. 

one of my fave spots was the 'place of coyotes' where i would relax sitting on a bench as time filtered through the leaves and the fountain spray caught the light as the ghost of frieda khalo whispered in my ear.

i not only felt safe in mexico, i felt part of it. adopted.

so i have always had an affinity with the country, the geography is etched upon me soul like a tattoo. 

when i was there the main drugs slipping into the usa was weed and coke, i was never into coke but i enjoyed mexican weed, it was strong and yet friendly. most people i encountered outside of the city were smoking it, growing it. coke was  a different story and i avoided that vibe. the mexicans began to grow weed as the californian students used to pay them a good wage per sack and it was easier than growing vegetables. as far as farming goes, all they had to do was plant it and occasionally run a hose over the crop. the students were friendly and cool. they worked out certain methods of carring it across the border and distributing it, mostly to students in the late sixties. it was the colombians who discovered the routes the students used for weed could be used for their product, cocaine. and eventually the students gave up the weed business to the columbians who were heavy dudes unencumbered by morality of value of life, they literally were the first narcos. the vibe went from peace and love and chilled to brutal violence, the califonians never carried guns, the columbians did, and machetes which they used. 

so with the colombians the mexicans upped their ante and began competing, and thus the narco wars were born. 

in 2005 i read power of the dog by don winslow which was an incredible read, it basically used the personalities of the drug wars and wrote a fictional interpretation based upon real life. it was harrowing and sad, becuase i felt what had happened to the country i had once walked in. to read power of the dog and it's two sequels is to put yourself through sleepless nights of tension, as a thriller it nails style, character, pace and construction. as a story it's fucking brutal and yet beautiful. winslow delves deep, touches upon every angle and does not fail to show light where it needs to be shone. on the consumers.

while it is very fashionable for people to preach about woke politics and how switched on they are, how spiritual they may be and their illusion that they know better than everyone else, any one of these individuals that used coke is not only directly responsible for the murder of thousands of innocents they are snorting up a whole lot of very bad karma.

it's rare for me to suggest reading a book unless feel passionate about it, and when it comes to 'the cartel trilogy' i do, drop everything you are doing, go and buy them and read them. prepare for violence and brutality, prepare to laugh, prepare to cry, prepare for sleepless nights page turning anxiety and prepare to face the truth.   i miss mexico, the mexico i knew was very beautiful and it was the people whom made it for me, so friendly, kind and generous i was spooked by their hospitality, coming from london you don't expect people to be so generous. 

the demon of dispersion

by any other name

only plays in the dual nature

of the aspirant's brain

projections and illusions

self-deception and lies

the duality of self 

is the war within our eyes

the beast that kills the beauty

the beast that slays the true

the beast that inverts me

lives inside of you

there is no way out but in

this is the cosmic war

in chess you always won

becuase i cared to win no more

my ego may be, but it is 

in total checkmate

defeated by cruelty 

and your unbridled hate

keep deception for yourself

i hold no grudge or blame

you will always have my love

but never know my name