More on that later
I am uncovering some more hidden truths about my situation….it is now August 2012. In 2010 Rob Warren McWallace and myself travelled to Spain. On April 17, 2010… we left Roncesvalles…an ancient town in the Pyranees…on a pilgrimage that would take us across the north of Spain, from the mountains in the west, on the border with France to Santiago in the East about 100 k from Finisterre on the Atlantic Coast. It was in Zubiri, I think that we found out that a volcano had erupted in Iceland. According to my diary the next place we stopped at was Pamplona…but I know this can’t be true…there were stops in between. Curiously these stops were made but in reverse.
Excerpt from diary April 22 2012
On the way to Villamayarde Monjardin…I wrote this at the top of the age…he was walking one way and we the other…as we passed he stepped into the mud so we could pass freely….
I remember that guy, he was dressed like a medieval monk…he was wearing a brown ‘sackcloth’ tunic and brown sandals and drenched with rain. I found out from some other pilgrims …that he was on his way back from Santiago. He went there and back. He was walking in the opposite direction. We crossed paths. He was from another era.
“I feel much more at peace today ect….passed a pilgrim in brown robes who had walked from Jerusalem to Santiago. Stopped at a bustop outside Estella. We made cheese rolls. We realise we have made a wrong turn and have to turn back…am wearing my blue plastic poncho 1st…ine or something. I am not bothered, just going with the flow, constant rain, drizzle, not heavy. Ben and I had a long discussion about the ‘reptilians’ and how to combat them…I collected rocks on the way. I left a large blue rock in Lorca that was too heavy to carry…to my regret…later on the Camino provided me with an identical rock in miniature. Found a rock with an A on it.
At Villamayorde I sent postcards…mainly to the Italians and to some of the reptilians. I purchased cigarettes and batteries. Dreams last night…I am in the guest wing of a dream house half demolished, half under construction…work going on outside of the house…deconstruction. I visit Antoin at his house …he was my boss at the fruit and veg shop and also my er…‘close friend’. He is not there but Fionella his ex girlfriend is. She is a giantess! She shows me to his room…it is a mess…a foam mattress is on the floor and on it several pairs of women’s underpants and a fake vagina. Fionella says ‘check out these ones’ and shows me a pair of white lace underpants that look just like my favourite ones except that these ones are huge. Fionella and I look at eachother with an expression like eowh….i asked Fionella what it was that he really wanted and she just said this and thrust out her breasts…which looked really, really big”.
And then the next entry or should I say, come the next day…Day 6 I am on my way to Los Arcos…the date April 23, 2010…”the Camino yielded many rocks today, fewer than yesterday…when we left Cizur Minor we had an argument that morning leaving Pamplona…re him not noticing the street stall where I had lost my magnifying glass….again found no rocks…after we had made up and were climbing the hill I found a rock in the shape of a scallop shell…the same hill where Saint James found a scallop shell way back when. Walked some of the way with Emilio and met up with Wolfgang and Mira at a restaurant in Villamayarde”
More on the camino later
Back in Australia around about June 19…the year 2010…I have moved…with Rob…into the spare room of his mothers house. It is in an annexe. It was very cold…the middle of winter…we had been in Paris where it had been summer. We spent nearly a whole month in bed. In early July…we moved back to this city…of Kanak…it was not known as that by me or anybody else at that time as I had not named the original, almost identical city that also existed there. It was around about the time I turned 51 on July 3. Rob was 43. Not young not old…at first I didn’t notice the strangeness as I was completely preoccupied with decorating and furnishing my apartment . Rob and I had, had many talks about electromagnetic pollution and cell phone microwaves and we saw that message on the common’s bridge…one thing led to another …soon the apartment was turned into an orgonite accumulator workshop. For months we hardly left the apartment except to go to Bunnings to buy more resin and fixer or to top dollar to buy glitter and glue…also Fyshwick for steel scrapings.
The whole apartment and subsequently the rest of the hotel… via the air conditioning became suffused with the smell of chemicals. I was constantly inhaling it and getting it on my hands…it was very difficult to get it off…and I think I must have absorbed a lot of it. Eventually there were complaints and the manager banned us from doing it…a letter went out to all the residents of the hotel that no noxious chemicals would be allowed in. One day I was in Fyshwick in the back seat of Rob’s old blue car when I became very, very sick and fainted.
Later, it is Spring. Rob and I have begun some serious explorations of this city following sightings of a praying mantis type of alien and aports…is that the word for it…an object or an item that appears out of nowhere. First there were strange writings on the pavement that I deciphered…these writings pertained to a black mountain, mists and signs. There were veiled warnings regarding sweeping up cigarette butts and others about broomsticks...and the health service. A strange parcel appeared and then other statues and dozens of small plaques about various events in the past…not mine… appeared on city walk. Huge colourful murals had been painted in alleyways… some like those in Tocumwal Lane depicting dragons and other apocalyptic visions. A huge garden with secret doorways appeared in Riverside Lane…Sancho and the cat bandits made an appearance, along with the pirates and other dubious characters. The monkey king proclaimed himself King of the Monkeys. Some people that I knew of were getting one eye scratched out, others had a missing hand. Later some people lost the use of their legs or lost them entirely or were born without any legs at all. A few folk got badly burnt in the basement or in their cars.
Around about that time I had a visit from my mother. I don’t want to go into the details about this because it freaked me out so much. Later on she accused me of burning down her garage…and yes I had threatened to kill her but I didn’t really mean it. Later when Danton and Nico had moved into the apartment, she became obsessed with my mental state and also with Danton’s. Rob’s mother was also obsessing about Rob’s mental state and so was my mother and so was I… the consequences of which involved us all in a mental illness debacle which involved numerous visits from the mental health crisis team and the police and basically left me a nervous wreck.
One day, watching a television news program in my bedroom I saw a documentary about a volcano that had erupted after the one in Iceland had erupted that April…It was in the month of October… I believe… but I am not 100 percent positive about that. It was a total extinction event…apparently.
Anyhoos fast forward to November…I became aware that Rob and I were being secretly filmed having supposed orgies…this may or may not have been orchestrated by the gay mafia brotherhood. Before long secret agents were also filming us and dare I say it following us and leaving messages that they were following us and that they knew that we knew they were doing that...for example near a very spooky building in an old but new part of the city that was being used to send messages via an outdoor escalator and the placement of window lights…someone had written a construction notice…it said…warning we are step shadowing you…
There were some truly hilarious moments, was I supposed to be scared of the Christmas tree or the three bearded angels. One day I was sitting in an outdoor café in Garema Place with Rob trying to have a relaxing time eating pizza. Then this ridiculous looking fake Christmas tree came circling around us. I was immediately suspicious so I made a big hoo ha about there being a hidden gun in it or something. Whoever or whatever kind of detection agent was operating it must have really been freaked out about their pernicious assassination plot being exposed like that. I saw the three bearded angels before they saw me. I hid in Safety Avenue and watched them cross London Circuit and vanish into a car park.
Rob and I had some terrible fights during those days. One time he smashed my favourite painting on purpose and pretended it was an accident. A few years before Lulu had found it by the side of the road in Newcastle. I was so upset I had a bath and drowned in it…unfortunately…really bad timing on my part…
Those were crazy days…more about them later. I was furious with Rob re his accusations that I was the jezebel from hell…I even went to the police to report him but there was no one there…just this sign on a witches hat…it said…Warning Cleaning in Progress… as in the floor? All I can say is this…if the floor of the police station had recently been mopped it must have happened a long time ago…so I left and wandered around for a bit. I bludged a cigarette of some aboriginal people and went home.
That night or near enough, after yet another screaming match with Rob about my supposed licentiousness at a party which I did not attend...apparently one morning after these events had taken place, my face turned orange…according to Rob…this was proof that I had been involved in a gang bang situation. Danton and Nico sprang to my defence and kicked Rob out. I did not see him for another ten days during which time the poles shifted and time stopped. We were not prepared for this. The boys were hungry and they expected me to supply them with food. Not only did I not have any food, I had no money. I had a pearl necklace that my mother had given me on my 21st birthday…which I pawned at cash converters…I was thinking I might get 500 dollars for them…but no pearls were out of fashion then…I got twenty dollars. Another time I found an Indian Takeaway food shop, which appeared out of nowhere…I explained my situation to the proprietor…that my children were starving ect. There were some slices of banana cake wrapped up in glad wrap. He unwrapped one of them and gave me half. Another time I stole some frozen pizza subs from a supermarket. God knows how they managed to stay in business… there weren’t any people around…sometimes none at all, sometimes only pigeons.
It was the longest long time …one night…I think December 2? I was incredulously watching news reports on the television, raging fires had broken out all over the world, a huge black mass of something was threatening to swamp the city of Mexico. Violent demonstrations and fires broke out in London, the like of which I have never seen…Charles and Camilla were attacked on their way to a charity event. For a few days I was hearing grinding noises…a heavy blanket of cloud settled over the city…by the time it had cleared…there were few stars left in the sky….without all the other stars, the southern cross hung over the city … the sky was like a dome…it felt unreal.
This is ancient history of course and I am well and truly over it…but history has a way of repeating and rewriting itself again and again and again…nine times in nine days…first off I noticed that the bible had been rewritten…or rather restored …the Book of Enoch for example…other sources of information came my way regarding the Sumerian Civilisation and the building of a temple.
I imagined that the Department of Defenders were leaving secret messages for me by way of neon lights above a gay bar. I made matching orgonite accumulators depicting images of Enki and Enlil…Sumerian gods… and took them to the Department of Defenders Headquarters…as an offering. Apart from the presence of three black crows or rather currawongs, the place was deserted…eventually a security agent came out to talk to me…I showed him the accumulators …he was bemused and I felt like an idiot…that was the first and last time I did that. I felt very, very alone….
After Rob left it became clear to me that I would soon have to leave my apartment as I could no longer afford the mortgage…despite the total breakdown of society, the absence of government, the absence even of a planet and people, the banks still wanted their money…effectively I was having to keep up mortgage repayments on an apartment that in reality did not exist in a city that was no more…that existed only in my memories…since I had no frame of reference for any other life but the one I had left behind…I found myself in this ridiculously tragic situation…facing financial ruin and homelessness in a netherworld ruled by multinational corporations…essentially in the same depressing situation that I found in life was now following me into the afterlife….this was not how it was supposed to be. I was enraged at first then I fell into a deep depression. Who were these invisible rulers who had found a way to enslave us…even in death. Meanwhile I am surrounded by robots or rather enemies constantly on my back about my lack of employment. Because I did not have the proper requisite job I was outcast.
Around about that time Julian Assange was in the news for leaking top secret information to do with the US military establishment and other things…I didn’t take much notice at first until I heard that he had been charged with sexual assault in Sweden.
As it happens I had read a story in the Canberra Times about sex laws in Sweden. The situation was this…the Swedes…who in my time had been associated with a much more free loving lifestyle…indeed…they were notorious for it...the Swedes had laws pertaining to sex in marriage…basically requiring married couples to get separate permission slips for each and every sexual position. Rape is deemed to have taken place in the absence of a permission slip for a specific sexual act, despite mutual consent…too weird…poor Julian…swept up in the time flux like me. Curiously we share the same birth date…July 3…only twelve years apart. The other story that caught my eye pertained to HAARP…High Altitude Aurora Ray Program? There had been a stuff up with HAARP in 1999 and forty years later they were still having to deal with it. By my reckoning only 11 years had passed since 1999…not forty.
I had a terrible falling out with my father...I asked if I could go and live on the farm in Yass for a while so I could get my act together…the answer was no. I hated my parents then…they seemed like stupid evil robots to me and unbelievably old…I was suspicious.
Fast forward two years or thereabouts. August 2012….Danton has been staying in my apartment…he has decided to go travelling and wants to pick up his stuff from the farm in Yass. Rob and I drive him there. At first I was reluctant to go into the house, but I was curious…My father was there with a neighbour…He actually seemed quite happy and surprised to see me or rather meet me and Danton. Seriously I don’t think he knew we even existed before then…even when Danton was living there a while back helping with mustering and what not…my father made some reference to some young fella who had been living there previously…too weird.
I noticed some photo albums on the coffee table…the albums were familiar to me…but not the photos. There were photos in that album that I had not seen before. In one of them taken in the front garden of the house I had lived in as a teenager, specifically 50 National Circuit Forrest….there was a photo of him, with a woman and a baby standing under a tree in the front garden….I asked him how many children he had when he was living there…he said three…but I was not convinced…it was like he just made it up. First off when we moved into that house in 1973, I was fourteen, my brother was twelve and my sister was six. Curiously in the background of this photo was a white Labrador…we never had a white Labrador. I asked him about this dog but he had never seen it or noticed it apparently.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
places and planets existing simultaneously
The Lost Boys
This was a very sad episode in my old timeline…the one that came to a dead end. I am only telling you this so you’ll understand what the situation is regarding the lost boys and the Birds of Prey enclaves in this city…. perhaps you will have greater tolerance for them when you arrive…tolerance and patience. My son Danton is a Bird of Prey gang member and so is the Eskimo woman’s child. Basically what I am trying to say is that the Birds of Prey gang members are the lost boys from the future…it cannot get anymore complicated than that.
A long time ago before my timeline died earth was invaded by our…I don’t k now how to put this exactly….our descendants. Our future selves from a planet on the opposite side of the universe. You may know them as you… or you may know them as grey aliens…warning they are not grey aliens …they are de evolved humans from our future and worse, slaves of the Draconian Faction.
Apparently there had been or was going to be a war in the city because as chance foretold I discovered a cache of secret war photos and one of them had my name on it…these pictures had actually been put on display in the upper grand foyer of the central palace…as you can see from your pictures Lily the war was terrible.
I have had huge hassles with these guys over the years…I don’t like talking about it so I shall gloss over it…
After the dust had settled…I found myself back in the city in my old timeline…my plan had worked but how? Well…. a very important delegation from the United Planet Galactic Federation requested peace talks with a select group of our finest world leaders…if only that had come in the morning!!!….by the time they finally arrived…towards evening….the world leaders had returned to the sea. There was no one else around…except for Rob, myself, a few munchkins, a rabbit, two ducks and a dog. The munchkins chose me to be earth’s representative. Not only that but I was only five years old when it happened. My mother and father and little brother had been caught up in the time flux and carried far away. They asked me if I could navigate their ship through the asteroid belt . I did it but I have to admit I didn’t have much of clue about all the buttons I was having to press.
Things are normal again…Lily I hope you never have to go through anything like that
Possible other Planets and Places existing Simultaneously
is an excerpt from my diary dated April 19…2010
Arriving in Pamplona is like arriving in the past. It is a walled city. There are cobblestones. At the gates of the city is a small stone bridge over a narrow river and an albergue… a pilgrim’s rest stop that had been there forever. We decided to head for the JesusyMaria in the oldest, oldest part of the city. To get there we had to walk through the modern part of the city. We got lost, we backtracked and forward tracked, it started to rain, everything was shut. At one stage we had a nice relaxing rest in the alcove of a financial establishment. I lost a small magnifying glass at a newspaper corner stand which led to a very standoffish situation between Rob and myself the next day. So after hours of traipsing around, we found the JesusyMaria. It was located in a narrow dimly lit street. On the outside it looked very gloomy. Inside it was like a marble palace. There were two huge dorms and nearly every bed was taken by pilgrims. . It was possible to walk right around both dorms and do a complete circle. I walked around that circle quite a few times just because I kept on turning right instead of left…One of the three South African ladies who had started with us in Roncesvalles….Elizabeth…gave me advice and guidance with regard the laundry situation. Two days later Rob would embarrass me terribly in front of these ladies and a Japanese man when he more or less accused me of being a jezebel
much much much later…. August 27 2012
Lily, I am back after a long absence of confusion and comprehension. So much happened so fast the words had no time to come out. My present state of timelessness has collided with various episodes of time that took place on Mount Rogers around 1977/ 1997 and then later…much later when I became embroiled in the trials and tribulations of a land that you may know or not know as Kampuchea and which I know only or thought I did as Cambodia. And all of this is vicariously connected to a situation regarding a blue tongue lizard.
In 1977 we vanished from our home in the Forrest. In 1996 I was zapped by a beam of white light in Fraser….a while later…1997… up on Mount Rogers Rock Collection I mated with a blue tongue lizard. There was no one else around, literally, except my neighbour…a very suspicious adult form of Fergus…he was always lurking around, especially when I was walking on Mount Rogers. Plus he use to walk past my house when there was no one there but me and look at my windows. We had a variety of unpleasant interactions which included me wanking him off in the sunroom of my house. He wanted me to suck his dick but I refused.
In 2006 and 2007 I was in Phnom Penh in Cambodia. I went there with Danton. As it happens I had contacts with two moto drivers who I had befriended on an earlier trip to Phnom Penh. In-Peth was my first contact in that city. Later In-Peth, Danton and myself took up residence in what once was or would be the American/US Embassy. The Embassy had been turned into separate living quarters and we lived in a large apartment on the second floor. The Embassy was in a compound with large wrought iron gates which were guarded at night by the uncle of two elderly women who lived downstairs. He had been homeless when he arrived and he slept in a hammock outside the front door. The other people who lived in the compound included the motor drivers who always parked their motos out the front and a group of young people as well as some of the prostitutes from over the road, It was like their sleeping quarters only coz they all slept on mats which they rolled up and put away. Sometimes they would have these major cookups of fermented fish and the smell, along with the smell of generator fumes when the lights went out would rise up and fill our apartment, so much so that a very large tabby cat was found asphyxiated in the kitchen. On nights like that…when the lights went out, Danton and myself would drag our mattresses onto the front porch and sleep outside with Bau and Ali and their children. Bau and Ali lived next door. Bau was a policeman as well as being the main cable guy and Ali was a hairdresser. She used to do all the prostitutes hair in the afternoons on our front porch so the place was always bustling with activities and parties. They had two children plus Ali’s nine year old niece. It was her job to look after the baby because Ali had to do all the hairdressing. The doors were always open and the children would wander in and out at will…for a time there we were like one big happy family.
I didn’t know it at the time, but westerners, teachers of English among other things, did not usually live with Khmers…not that that makes any difference. As it happens In-Peth was an orphan, his mother had died when he was a baby on the long march. This had happened during the Pol Pot regime thirty years before which is how old Peth was. He was found by the roadside next to the dead body of his mother and taken to an orphanage. He was later reunited with his father…a very old herbalist who lived near his village and his sisters. In March of that year, the twenty fourth to be precise we travelled to Peth’s village for Khmer New Years Festivities.
I took a picture of Danton lying in a hammock in Peths village holding a black puppy. Among other things I remember going out to some remote place, to the ruins of an old temple. I was with Peth. I don’t know where Danton was. It was in the middle of nowhere. We met up with an old woman, one side of her face was all swollen up. She seemed to be wearing a hood which she used to hide her deformity. She reminded me of an old woman I had seen in a dilapidated, pale yellow French Colonial building back in Phnom Penh. I had also seen her at the Russian Market.
Back in Peth’s village. It is so hot. All we can do is lie prostrate on mattresses upstairs. I am sleeping on a mattress with Danton beside me. Peth is outside. Danton wants to leave, go back to Phnom Penh early. I panic. I have this dreaded feeling that I will never see him again. We had made the journey on two bikes, Danton riding one bike and me riding on the back of Peth’s bike. Danton was freaked out about making the journey will me riding pillion because we tried it once before and it had nearly been a disaster.
We did go back to Phnom Penh early. The road back was dusty and filled with other motos, people, cows, cars,…mainly Toyota Camry’s, all going in the opposite direction… back to their villages for Khmer New Years. Because traffic is so slow in Cambodia, there are no road rules as… such rather a weaving in and out of varieties of vehicles…many times we ended up in ditches avoiding head on collisions.
It was the hot dry season and it started in Peth’s village, that’s how it felt. Arriving back in Phnom Penh was weird. It was a city utterly devoid of people, strange and foreign. I did not recognise the land from this side of the border. I honestly don’t know how we got back to the compound, it is all a mystery. It was about that time that I slipped into yet another dimension of the city…a half that I had not seen before, because I was always turning right…towards the riverside and the Royal Palace.
Turning left…in this other half around the corner from my place…I discovered Café Elsewhere…a very chic establishment with a pool, various refreshments, green jungle like atmosphere. The place was owned by a very glamorous French couple who had a little baby boy. She designed all the clothes and had them sewn up by Khmer seamstresses who worked out of a cottage on the grounds of the complex.
Upstairs large airy rooms, art objects and mirrors were used to display the clothes. The customers included elegant expatriate French women who all seemed to know each other.
Nearbye I discovered Sihanouk Boulevarde…imagine I had lived there all that time and never walked up Sihanouk Boulevarde…not that the street itself was all that spectacular, it was populated mainly by tailor shops and a single fast food type of restaurant attached to a department store.
I have digressed, upon arrival in Phnom Penh that day..it would have been March 25/26. Danton and I…having made it back to street 243 found ourselves completely alone. The city was literally empty of people…is it possible that every single person leaves the city for Khmer New Years…it did not seem probable… as it happens there were a few others. Outside Café Elsewhere…it was closed…we met up with a moto driver from the riverside who had obtained herbal relaxants for us on previous occasions. These particular relaxants were commonly available from the marijuana pizza restaurants…of which there were four that I know of….on the riverside. Later on we went there…all the restaurants and shops were closed except for one of the marijuana pizza restaurants which also happened to be the first one I ever went to. A Khmer girl worked there, she was dressed like a boy, she knew Danton and myself from somewhere.
A few days later life returned to to the city and once again, the sounds of the streets and the girls on the porch, the children laughing, the noise of traffic and the smell of food and petrol fumes filled the air. But things were difrerent. Another hairdresser and his sister moved into the apartment next door to Ali. Ali was naturally upset and would not talk to them. The hairdresser…Alfonzo… a gay guy had a slight crush on Danton, which Danton being Danton was unaware of.
As it was Ali had did not have to worry about sharing her business with Alfonzo because a few days later they moved out…in the middle of the night. Everyone wanted to know what had happened…well it soon transpired that Danton’s account of having been visited by two purple orbs had leaked out…this is what had freaked them out. News travels fast in Cambodia especially where ghosts are involved. Ali tod me later that they were the ghosts of two US Soldiers who had died there when the Embassy was bombed during the Vietnam War .
During the month of April that year, both Danton and myself experienced a period of derangement. It was suffocatingly hot. Constant blackouts meant no fans or lights for hours on end. To make matters worse a Karaoke Bar that had been built next door, used a generator on these occasions which spewed toxic fumes into the windows of our apartment making the situation almost unbearable.
One day Danton became convinced that the restaurant up the street was poisoning him. He ran up the street threatening some sort of violent confrontation and disappeared. I was wandering up and down street 243 looking for him when I bumped into my favourite moto driver, Treson, one of the few French speaking Khmer ‘s still left. He was the same age as me 47. For some reason he decided to assist me by taking me to an apothecary shop in another part of town. I got some medicine to assist with dysentery and other issues. When I got home Andrew was there. He was ok, he had calmed down.
One morning I woke up and Danton was not in his bed. He had gone out the night before and not returned. After about 5 minutes of me freaking out in the compound Danton turned up with a moto driver who I had not seen before. His hand was all bloody from a barbed wire escape. It turns out that he had been taken to a Yamma Lair…I don’t know what that is exactly, but Danton’s recollection of the events of that night sound too strange.
Bau knew all about it. That night he had a party for his baby daughters first birthday. There were three other policeman at the party, the Chief of the Narcotics Squad and the Chief of Sexual Trafficking and one other…that same moto driver…and he said he rescued Danton and Danton agreed that he had turned up in an alleyway in the nik of time… showed up at the party wanting to sell Danton some yamma. The Policemen told him to fuck off.
Around about that time , just before the rains came a baby died in our street. I heard the commotion from inside my apartment. There was a group of people huddled around a Khmer woman sitting in the gutter. Her baby had fallen off the back of a moto and had been killed. She was sobbing without making a sound holding the baby in her arms. Her grief was so raw, so palpable. No one knew how to help her or what to do. For some reason I felt disconnected but sad in a far off kind of way. The baby looked like he was sleeping, peaceful. A black cross had been smeared across his forehead.
For some strange reason Peth became slightly fearful of his association with Danton and myself, westerners as such. He said there might be trouble down the road and that his association with us could turn out to be dangerous. Did he think there would be a repetition of the events that had happened thirty years before. Phnom Penh was a city of orphans and ghosts. No one in the city…apart from some Khmer Rouge families…and we won’t go there….hadn’t lost family during the Pol Pot regime. Had they forgotten?
This is what I found out about the events leading up to the war…it began with the US decision to implement saturation bombing of the Vietcong supply line routes, through Cambodia from 1970 – 1975. In retrospect, it can be seen that this bombing campaign – in the heartland of Cambodia – destroyed a hitherto peaceful and stable society. The subsequent downfall of the Lon Nol government opened the way for the Khmer rouge regime – led by pol Pot top seize power and wreak havoc on the Cambodian people for the next three years – turning the country into what is now known as the killing fields. Then as part of their cold war strategy the US along with some of their allies supported a war of resistance that lasted for twelve years, spearheaded by the Khmer Rouge against the Vietnamese supported communist party, the National Salvation Front, which became the official government of Kampuchea.
More on that later
This was a very sad episode in my old timeline…the one that came to a dead end. I am only telling you this so you’ll understand what the situation is regarding the lost boys and the Birds of Prey enclaves in this city…. perhaps you will have greater tolerance for them when you arrive…tolerance and patience. My son Danton is a Bird of Prey gang member and so is the Eskimo woman’s child. Basically what I am trying to say is that the Birds of Prey gang members are the lost boys from the future…it cannot get anymore complicated than that.
A long time ago before my timeline died earth was invaded by our…I don’t k now how to put this exactly….our descendants. Our future selves from a planet on the opposite side of the universe. You may know them as you… or you may know them as grey aliens…warning they are not grey aliens …they are de evolved humans from our future and worse, slaves of the Draconian Faction.
Apparently there had been or was going to be a war in the city because as chance foretold I discovered a cache of secret war photos and one of them had my name on it…these pictures had actually been put on display in the upper grand foyer of the central palace…as you can see from your pictures Lily the war was terrible.
I have had huge hassles with these guys over the years…I don’t like talking about it so I shall gloss over it…
After the dust had settled…I found myself back in the city in my old timeline…my plan had worked but how? Well…. a very important delegation from the United Planet Galactic Federation requested peace talks with a select group of our finest world leaders…if only that had come in the morning!!!….by the time they finally arrived…towards evening….the world leaders had returned to the sea. There was no one else around…except for Rob, myself, a few munchkins, a rabbit, two ducks and a dog. The munchkins chose me to be earth’s representative. Not only that but I was only five years old when it happened. My mother and father and little brother had been caught up in the time flux and carried far away. They asked me if I could navigate their ship through the asteroid belt . I did it but I have to admit I didn’t have much of clue about all the buttons I was having to press.
Things are normal again…Lily I hope you never have to go through anything like that
Possible other Planets and Places existing Simultaneously
is an excerpt from my diary dated April 19…2010
Arriving in Pamplona is like arriving in the past. It is a walled city. There are cobblestones. At the gates of the city is a small stone bridge over a narrow river and an albergue… a pilgrim’s rest stop that had been there forever. We decided to head for the JesusyMaria in the oldest, oldest part of the city. To get there we had to walk through the modern part of the city. We got lost, we backtracked and forward tracked, it started to rain, everything was shut. At one stage we had a nice relaxing rest in the alcove of a financial establishment. I lost a small magnifying glass at a newspaper corner stand which led to a very standoffish situation between Rob and myself the next day. So after hours of traipsing around, we found the JesusyMaria. It was located in a narrow dimly lit street. On the outside it looked very gloomy. Inside it was like a marble palace. There were two huge dorms and nearly every bed was taken by pilgrims. . It was possible to walk right around both dorms and do a complete circle. I walked around that circle quite a few times just because I kept on turning right instead of left…One of the three South African ladies who had started with us in Roncesvalles….Elizabeth…gave me advice and guidance with regard the laundry situation. Two days later Rob would embarrass me terribly in front of these ladies and a Japanese man when he more or less accused me of being a jezebel
much much much later…. August 27 2012
Lily, I am back after a long absence of confusion and comprehension. So much happened so fast the words had no time to come out. My present state of timelessness has collided with various episodes of time that took place on Mount Rogers around 1977/ 1997 and then later…much later when I became embroiled in the trials and tribulations of a land that you may know or not know as Kampuchea and which I know only or thought I did as Cambodia. And all of this is vicariously connected to a situation regarding a blue tongue lizard.
In 1977 we vanished from our home in the Forrest. In 1996 I was zapped by a beam of white light in Fraser….a while later…1997… up on Mount Rogers Rock Collection I mated with a blue tongue lizard. There was no one else around, literally, except my neighbour…a very suspicious adult form of Fergus…he was always lurking around, especially when I was walking on Mount Rogers. Plus he use to walk past my house when there was no one there but me and look at my windows. We had a variety of unpleasant interactions which included me wanking him off in the sunroom of my house. He wanted me to suck his dick but I refused.
In 2006 and 2007 I was in Phnom Penh in Cambodia. I went there with Danton. As it happens I had contacts with two moto drivers who I had befriended on an earlier trip to Phnom Penh. In-Peth was my first contact in that city. Later In-Peth, Danton and myself took up residence in what once was or would be the American/US Embassy. The Embassy had been turned into separate living quarters and we lived in a large apartment on the second floor. The Embassy was in a compound with large wrought iron gates which were guarded at night by the uncle of two elderly women who lived downstairs. He had been homeless when he arrived and he slept in a hammock outside the front door. The other people who lived in the compound included the motor drivers who always parked their motos out the front and a group of young people as well as some of the prostitutes from over the road, It was like their sleeping quarters only coz they all slept on mats which they rolled up and put away. Sometimes they would have these major cookups of fermented fish and the smell, along with the smell of generator fumes when the lights went out would rise up and fill our apartment, so much so that a very large tabby cat was found asphyxiated in the kitchen. On nights like that…when the lights went out, Danton and myself would drag our mattresses onto the front porch and sleep outside with Bau and Ali and their children. Bau and Ali lived next door. Bau was a policeman as well as being the main cable guy and Ali was a hairdresser. She used to do all the prostitutes hair in the afternoons on our front porch so the place was always bustling with activities and parties. They had two children plus Ali’s nine year old niece. It was her job to look after the baby because Ali had to do all the hairdressing. The doors were always open and the children would wander in and out at will…for a time there we were like one big happy family.
I didn’t know it at the time, but westerners, teachers of English among other things, did not usually live with Khmers…not that that makes any difference. As it happens In-Peth was an orphan, his mother had died when he was a baby on the long march. This had happened during the Pol Pot regime thirty years before which is how old Peth was. He was found by the roadside next to the dead body of his mother and taken to an orphanage. He was later reunited with his father…a very old herbalist who lived near his village and his sisters. In March of that year, the twenty fourth to be precise we travelled to Peth’s village for Khmer New Years Festivities.
I took a picture of Danton lying in a hammock in Peths village holding a black puppy. Among other things I remember going out to some remote place, to the ruins of an old temple. I was with Peth. I don’t know where Danton was. It was in the middle of nowhere. We met up with an old woman, one side of her face was all swollen up. She seemed to be wearing a hood which she used to hide her deformity. She reminded me of an old woman I had seen in a dilapidated, pale yellow French Colonial building back in Phnom Penh. I had also seen her at the Russian Market.
Back in Peth’s village. It is so hot. All we can do is lie prostrate on mattresses upstairs. I am sleeping on a mattress with Danton beside me. Peth is outside. Danton wants to leave, go back to Phnom Penh early. I panic. I have this dreaded feeling that I will never see him again. We had made the journey on two bikes, Danton riding one bike and me riding on the back of Peth’s bike. Danton was freaked out about making the journey will me riding pillion because we tried it once before and it had nearly been a disaster.
We did go back to Phnom Penh early. The road back was dusty and filled with other motos, people, cows, cars,…mainly Toyota Camry’s, all going in the opposite direction… back to their villages for Khmer New Years. Because traffic is so slow in Cambodia, there are no road rules as… such rather a weaving in and out of varieties of vehicles…many times we ended up in ditches avoiding head on collisions.
It was the hot dry season and it started in Peth’s village, that’s how it felt. Arriving back in Phnom Penh was weird. It was a city utterly devoid of people, strange and foreign. I did not recognise the land from this side of the border. I honestly don’t know how we got back to the compound, it is all a mystery. It was about that time that I slipped into yet another dimension of the city…a half that I had not seen before, because I was always turning right…towards the riverside and the Royal Palace.
Turning left…in this other half around the corner from my place…I discovered Café Elsewhere…a very chic establishment with a pool, various refreshments, green jungle like atmosphere. The place was owned by a very glamorous French couple who had a little baby boy. She designed all the clothes and had them sewn up by Khmer seamstresses who worked out of a cottage on the grounds of the complex.
Upstairs large airy rooms, art objects and mirrors were used to display the clothes. The customers included elegant expatriate French women who all seemed to know each other.
Nearbye I discovered Sihanouk Boulevarde…imagine I had lived there all that time and never walked up Sihanouk Boulevarde…not that the street itself was all that spectacular, it was populated mainly by tailor shops and a single fast food type of restaurant attached to a department store.
I have digressed, upon arrival in Phnom Penh that day..it would have been March 25/26. Danton and I…having made it back to street 243 found ourselves completely alone. The city was literally empty of people…is it possible that every single person leaves the city for Khmer New Years…it did not seem probable… as it happens there were a few others. Outside Café Elsewhere…it was closed…we met up with a moto driver from the riverside who had obtained herbal relaxants for us on previous occasions. These particular relaxants were commonly available from the marijuana pizza restaurants…of which there were four that I know of….on the riverside. Later on we went there…all the restaurants and shops were closed except for one of the marijuana pizza restaurants which also happened to be the first one I ever went to. A Khmer girl worked there, she was dressed like a boy, she knew Danton and myself from somewhere.
A few days later life returned to to the city and once again, the sounds of the streets and the girls on the porch, the children laughing, the noise of traffic and the smell of food and petrol fumes filled the air. But things were difrerent. Another hairdresser and his sister moved into the apartment next door to Ali. Ali was naturally upset and would not talk to them. The hairdresser…Alfonzo… a gay guy had a slight crush on Danton, which Danton being Danton was unaware of.
As it was Ali had did not have to worry about sharing her business with Alfonzo because a few days later they moved out…in the middle of the night. Everyone wanted to know what had happened…well it soon transpired that Danton’s account of having been visited by two purple orbs had leaked out…this is what had freaked them out. News travels fast in Cambodia especially where ghosts are involved. Ali tod me later that they were the ghosts of two US Soldiers who had died there when the Embassy was bombed during the Vietnam War .
During the month of April that year, both Danton and myself experienced a period of derangement. It was suffocatingly hot. Constant blackouts meant no fans or lights for hours on end. To make matters worse a Karaoke Bar that had been built next door, used a generator on these occasions which spewed toxic fumes into the windows of our apartment making the situation almost unbearable.
One day Danton became convinced that the restaurant up the street was poisoning him. He ran up the street threatening some sort of violent confrontation and disappeared. I was wandering up and down street 243 looking for him when I bumped into my favourite moto driver, Treson, one of the few French speaking Khmer ‘s still left. He was the same age as me 47. For some reason he decided to assist me by taking me to an apothecary shop in another part of town. I got some medicine to assist with dysentery and other issues. When I got home Andrew was there. He was ok, he had calmed down.
One morning I woke up and Danton was not in his bed. He had gone out the night before and not returned. After about 5 minutes of me freaking out in the compound Danton turned up with a moto driver who I had not seen before. His hand was all bloody from a barbed wire escape. It turns out that he had been taken to a Yamma Lair…I don’t know what that is exactly, but Danton’s recollection of the events of that night sound too strange.
Bau knew all about it. That night he had a party for his baby daughters first birthday. There were three other policeman at the party, the Chief of the Narcotics Squad and the Chief of Sexual Trafficking and one other…that same moto driver…and he said he rescued Danton and Danton agreed that he had turned up in an alleyway in the nik of time… showed up at the party wanting to sell Danton some yamma. The Policemen told him to fuck off.
Around about that time , just before the rains came a baby died in our street. I heard the commotion from inside my apartment. There was a group of people huddled around a Khmer woman sitting in the gutter. Her baby had fallen off the back of a moto and had been killed. She was sobbing without making a sound holding the baby in her arms. Her grief was so raw, so palpable. No one knew how to help her or what to do. For some reason I felt disconnected but sad in a far off kind of way. The baby looked like he was sleeping, peaceful. A black cross had been smeared across his forehead.
For some strange reason Peth became slightly fearful of his association with Danton and myself, westerners as such. He said there might be trouble down the road and that his association with us could turn out to be dangerous. Did he think there would be a repetition of the events that had happened thirty years before. Phnom Penh was a city of orphans and ghosts. No one in the city…apart from some Khmer Rouge families…and we won’t go there….hadn’t lost family during the Pol Pot regime. Had they forgotten?
This is what I found out about the events leading up to the war…it began with the US decision to implement saturation bombing of the Vietcong supply line routes, through Cambodia from 1970 – 1975. In retrospect, it can be seen that this bombing campaign – in the heartland of Cambodia – destroyed a hitherto peaceful and stable society. The subsequent downfall of the Lon Nol government opened the way for the Khmer rouge regime – led by pol Pot top seize power and wreak havoc on the Cambodian people for the next three years – turning the country into what is now known as the killing fields. Then as part of their cold war strategy the US along with some of their allies supported a war of resistance that lasted for twelve years, spearheaded by the Khmer Rouge against the Vietnamese supported communist party, the National Salvation Front, which became the official government of Kampuchea.
More on that later
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