October 12…20/10/2012
Dearest Lillian, my spying activities continue unabated as has my discovery that you are a detection agent yourself and that you could be an enemy as well as a friend.
Am I at present residing in the city of Kanak. To my surprise Danton showed up here a few days ago. He and Sabrina, a sabre tooth black cat, who also resides here from time to time, have twice missed each other by a whisker. I asked him about Nico, my other lost boy, and he said he saw him standing in a field between here and Bargaloo…just standing there…he’d been gone for days Lillian.
I also discovered something else…there was an invasion of body snatchers…apparently… after that horrendous smash up in Sandy Parker’s car…the lost boys formed a new gang…car stealing…or should I say ka infestation...then Danton’s car was smashed up on the Baton Highway… along was his Ka. Imagine two cars…one burn’t black…the other…faceless….no wonder they were not recognised by the head of the head honchos…but I am digressing…
Extracts from Sandy Parker’s Pilgrimage… April 27…2010
Saw my very first bird…@part from Sparrow…I think it was a Stork. The next day…leaving Ventosa enroute to Najerra. There were chemtrails in the sky…sometime later Rob and I stopped at a small grove where I left rock and crystal offerings. The energy there was beautiful. We stayed there awhile. It was Rob’s idea to swap medications…I gave him two dex and I had a respidal. High in the sky three black birds of prey circled.
Leaving that place, we found ourselves in the district of La Rioja… a region of space dominated by grapevines, some quite ugly modern townships and miles of red earth….it was in this district that we came upon the lizards lair…a big pile of boulders only partially obscuring the entrance to an underground cave system…it was situated at the edge of an area of land that had been cleared of grapevines…I noticed a huge pile of dried grey matter on flat rock near the entrance to the cave…it had a peculiar smell…like shit but not like it…it was an alien smell Lily…
The rest of the day and that night and the following day were a nightmare I would rather forget. The respidal kicked in making me feel leaden…it became harder and harder to walk…we were headed for Navarette…I manage to stumble my way, supported by Rob to the outskirts of the city where I collapsed under a tree…Lily I honestly did not think I would make it…Rob had to half drag, half carry me to the Albergue. Upon our arrival at the Albergue De Peregrinos …Rob and I dutifully presented our credencials to the ‘Master of the House’’. Oh Lily I got such bad vibes from him…it was like he hated me on site…Rob told me it was because he could see that I was not a real Catholic.
I tell you Lily that was the first and last time during this pilgrimage where I had experienced prejudice on the basis of me not being of the Catholic Religion. It seemed absurd. I had met many pilgrims on this journey and they were not all Catholic??? Anyway over dinner that night a frightening change came over Rob. I kept on asking what’s wrong? what wrong? I was flummoxed! Later by the river…a torrent of verbal abuse and false allegations…the likes of which I would rather not repeat….Lily..it was as if he had become possessed by the devil himself. I was traumatised by it. Not only that but all the other pilgrims would have heard it. Returning to the dorm that night...all was quiet…I stayed awake plotting my escape…
The next day I told Rob that I no longer wanted to continue the pilgrimage with him and that I would be leaving as soon as I could arrange it…ie at the next major township…for the next three days we walked in virtual silence….and then I though fuck it…why should I let him spoil this pilgrimage for me…I was determined to continue with or without him….
On April 28 I wrote in my diary…that I had seen the hill where Roland slew the giant…but I don’t remember that
…the place Najerra…about rock collecting…I started collecting rocks soon after leaving Ronscevalles…initially the plan was to collect approximately 25 grey triangular or squarish rocks to make a set of rune stones…so because I was constantly on the lookout for rocks that would be suitable for rune stones…I started noticing all the other rocks along the way.
Leaving Najerra I noticed 2 alien rocks….one resembling the face of a white lizard type of alien and the other a grey, predator type of alien… I carried them for a while…but by this time I had collected so many rocks…they became to heavy to carry…so I had to get rid of a lot of them…some I sent back to Australia in Puenta la Reina…
That day we stopped at a weird place that had these funny looking cement chairs ( shaped somewhat like deck chairs)…in front of each chair was a square arrangement filled with pebbles…too weird…you could not sit on them in any kind of comfortable way…they obviously had some function but what?...it was hard to tell…could they have been used for washing feet or maybe beheadings perhaps…the surroundings landscape was bleak and without shelter…presently a young German fellow turns up…I cannot remember his name, unfortunately, but I do remember that it wasn’t Wolfgang…and I met more than one German by that name. We walked aways together but Rob had to stop to put more bandaids on his blisters and he went on ahead.
I had written in my diary…on that day…to refer to San Domingo…in the book…’The Way of St James’ by Alison Raju.
Santo Domingo de la Calzada
Santo Domingo was a shepherd, he wanted to enter the monastery of San Milan de la Cogilla but was refused admission because he was illiterate. He then built a hermitage and a chapel in a forest in a notoriously bandit infested stretch of the Camino between Logrono and Burgos. He also built a hospital so that he could look after sick pilgrims. He was buried in the cathedral of San Salvador which today houses a cock and a hen high up inside the building. One night a a family of three pilgrims stayed at an inn in the town. The innkeepers’ daughter made sexual advances toward the son which were rejected…in revenge she placed a bag of money in his pack and then alerted her inn keeper father who set of after them. The son was brought before a judge who condemned him to death. His parents continued the journey without him, but his mother was not convinced he was dead…so she went back to the spot where he had been executed and found him alive but still hanging. They then went to the judge to ask for him to be released. He declared that the boy was no more likely to be alive than were the cock and the hen on his table able to fly – which they immediately did.
At a place called Alto de San Antoin…the site of the ruins of a convent and a hospital I noticed a black eyed man staring at me…that was the day I took Ben’s medication and just about fainted. I wanted to run away from that place as fast as my useless legs would carry me…everything about it was evil and dark and spooky…really bad timing on my part re the medication situation.
I have already spoken of the two alien rocks I had found earlier….well I also found one that looked like a human skull. That day I met up with Nancy from Canada, she was curious about why I was collecting all these rocks. I told her that wanted to make rune stones out of them. We arrived in a place called Cirinuela, a curiously ultra modern township but strangely deserted…endless rows of modern apartments buildings with expensive modern cars parked outside…it was an anomaly in this land of ancient ruins and medieval villages….there was a huge play area for children in the centre of it but no children anywhere to be seen…the only person I saw was a man on a lawnmower…no one else
April 29….Arriving in San Domingo de la Calzada, we stopped at an inn. The television blaring. I mean no offence when I say this but Spanish people have a way of talking that sounds like machine gun fire…sometimes…apparently there had been a situation regarding a whale that had been washed ashore and had to be sawn in half…I felt sick. Rob and I were barely on speaking terms by this stage…following the horrific verbal assault in Najerra…
Some time later….
The refugio in Belarado, was like a marble palace. It was on three levels… in square formation that looked down onto a spacious interior courtyard. I should mention something about refugious…the come in all varieties, humble, grand, ancient, modern, family run, convent run, sports halls, monasteries, extensions on people’s house…without very little exception the rooms were all dormitory style, some housing hundreds of bunks beds, others a few mattresses on the floor. Some had restuarants or dining areas attached, some didn’t. Where there were no dining facilities pilgrims would be directed to a local eatery specifically catering to pilgrims. The dinner menu always included a bottle of red wine, on the house and a three course meal…these were not fancy at all I can tell you…usually there was bread, tinned spaghetti, macaroni, or soup, something like spag bolognaise or stew, sometimes fish, desert would be stewed fruit, or rice pudding or something like that…it usually cost between 8 and 11 euro’s, accommodation in the refugio’s …about five.
There was a very weird occurrence in the refugio…a really creepy guy decided to wash a very large bag of grapes in the sink in the women’s Bathroom…typical dorm style situation with cubicles of showers and toilets…the refugio was packed that night with pilgrims…anyhoos after my shower I noticed a Mexican style of man …resembling somewhat an evil carpenter that I had had an association with the year before…I said “can’t you seen that this is the women’s toilets”…he pretended not to understand me…so I pointed at the sign on the door depicting…as was the Spanish way…a senorita in Latin dress…at which point he became very stroppy… all the while washing each grape, it would seem by hand, and throwing it back into the sink… with some force.
I was feeling a bit despondent about things that night, wandering if I could go on when I met up with Nancy again…I told her about the man and the grapes….i also told her of my woes…. and what do you think I should do? …she said…just remember that you are free to leave at any time….. Apart from anything else…I was really upset with rob because his jealousy and possessiveness made it difficult for me to interact with the other pilgrims in a way where I could be free to be myself….but as it was I was having to shun contact with the others just to keep the peace….i felt cheated about that…also the presence of so many old German men was really bothering me…they were rude and arrogant and I had a number of flare ups with them about that….more on that later…I asked Nancy about the trail ahead….the mesetta, the notoriously bleak stretch ahead, between Logrono and Leon…. known as the mental plain…quite a few pilgrims…I was to learn, bypassed this section entirely…by catching a bus between the two cities.
There are three parts to the Camino, the physical, the mental and the spiritual each of which correspond to the three areas which the Camino traverses…is that the right word for it? The first part is quite gentle, both in terms of landscape, degree of difficulty and frequency of vibration. The first two weeks…which covers the foothills of the Pyrenees (if you start at Roncesvalles…which I did), La Rioja…the wine growing district and winding up in Najera…so named as the place of two rocks. From there the track winds its way between high cliffs. This part of the walk is physical in nature…the pilgrim finds his/her walking legs in a pleasant surroundings…woodlands, farms and quaint medieval villages.
The second or middle past is the most gruelling part and from my memory of it….this part begins in the city of Burgos and covers the high northern plateau of Spain. The weather, I have heard is either burning hot, dry and dusty, bitterly cold and windy or it rains constantly. For Rob and myself…leaving Burgos…it was rain and wind…the landscape is harsh and bleak, largely devoid of trees, and the villages are few and far between. My memories of it include, highways, industrial landscapes, ruins, dull little townships that have none of the charm and mystery of those I had passed through in the weeks before…or wide open spaces of nothingness and grey skies.
The third part of the pilgrimage is spiritual. Having honed his/her body to a state of supreme physical fitness and endured the mental challenges that surface on the mesetta, the pilgrim enters into the Galica region with it’s backdrop of snow capped mountains, ancient woods, rivers and forests and villages that have not changed in a thousand years…
25 minutes to One in the morning. October 31…Halloween Day
Usurunan wants to know about my childhood experiences. I don’t know what to say…I don’t like to talk about them Lily.
I was going to tell you about my experience in the monastery at San Juan De Ortega and the stars that night…also about finding rocks in the shapes of human skulls and maps of Australia in the borderlands of Burgos…where we got lost…also I didn’t tell you about getting lost after Logrono or the murderous Moroccans or the night I saw my first orbs in a sports hall in the village of Hornillos del Caminos and the three black witches and the fact that despite not seeing a single soul on the trail that entire windswept rain drenched first day on the mesetta, the refugio at Hornillos was full-up with old ladies…about Patrice and the loss of her walking stick , how we didn’t get to eat any dinner that night and we were starving…. or the goat men and other things….Usurunan says I can get back to that later.
You know what? You probably remember them better than me. Why don’t you tell him? He also wants to know about my supposed alien abductions and also about my dimensional travels. Well you know that the mere mention of anything unusual happening in the lives of ordinary folk such as myself...can only ever mean one thing, incarceration in a Prison for the Elderly, infirm and Mentally unhinged and or Deranged. PEiMD for short.
Also some of the people who work for Usurunan and some of the people who don’t, have decided to gang up on me because I have not been ‘’pulling my weight’’. Well I would say to them…I am now an infirm and cannot do much except watch TV all day…because of a number of issues that include elephantitus of the legs, man boobs and a brain that is not connected to my body…I know this because I went to see the chiropractor about it….he said that…that could have happened because of emotional trauma….and it is true Lily…it happened after Rob and I had returned from our trip up North. He was in a state of complete derangement when we got home. We then went to stay at a beach house in Culburra, near Nowra on the South Coast. It was a sad time for us and harrowing for me….a baby whale was born an orphan and then died …among other things. Rob started on again about my supposed licentious behaviour with hordes of men…just the fact that we had been together 24 hours a day for months on end and that he would know about it… if what he was saying was true…was not enough to convince him of my innocence…this time it was an accusation involving astral sex…meanwhile he’s pressuring me to perform sexual acts with him that I don’t want to partake in… and by the way… I was at that stage sick of all his sex talk and the porn and I got to thinking how much maligned women are in this regard…and I am only half a woman myself…I had my own issues with the female of the species as it was...but here I was siding with them.
The religious orders and many of the financial establishmentarians and geriantrians had put out this rumour that women or rather females were sexually responsible for all licentiousness in matters of the heart because of their work in the brothels and in the porn industry and their general fawning demeanour towards the goat men. Sure some of them were taking them on rides, others… macropods and quite a few other life forms were totally bewildered and or tortured. Once such female caused shockwaves to reverberate in my little corner of the galaxy where such a thing as a human man and a human woman together in one place is impossibility…so you can appreciate my dilemma…
This female by the name of Linda Lovelace was able to completely swallow an entire man’s penis into her throat…she was so famous the world over that men began to have fantasies about it…what they did not see, could not see…was that Linda Lovelace was not a human female in the sense of one…that you might recognise today…people only see what they know…in the in between state, people do not have real physicality, it is the observer who puts a shape to a genetic imprint that they perceive with other senses and different types of eyes and eye colours…and this is due to primary cell perception. So they only see… what the genetic imprint that they are sensing…the entity as it were….looked like in a life that they had once shared with this life form…because that is the only frame of reference they have for that entity….even though they might be a million years apart in space and time. The more life forms you encounter…that are not part of your usual ambit…. the more times you fold space….
Linda Lovelace…and I saw this in a vision…was a type of humanoid with a tubular type trunk that had adapted or become co dependent on…a species with a long snake like protuberance out of which female genitals emerge from a knob on the top….a legacy of ancient and barbaric circumcision rites on an island in the black sea. Not my imagination Lily. Your imagination OK.
When I realised what the head honcho’s were up to with their financial manipulations…before…not so much now OK….along with other dubious rules and methods of medical diagnosis and treatment…I did wonder Lily… I truly did…
I don’t know who or what they are exactly…or where they come from or how they got here….but I know for a fact that the contrivance of third world debt and third world poverty is as much about men’s out of control perverted sexual appetites as it is about money. Third world debt equals cheap prostitutes for rich foreign men.
So the lost boys return and what do they find… elephants, eggheads and a prostitute on every corner of every red light district that you could think off….there were sightings too…of the mysterious and elusive yeti…. on Rusty Jo’s hobby farm… of all tragically ridiculous locations!
I have seen the devastating consequences of this tragic perversion of evolution with my own eyes….within one generation….the overall health, fertility and general wellbeing of that conquered country goes into complete decline…Usuranan told me the same thing happens in reverse…when reptilian females become the dominant consciousness they take out the young men and boys…including two of my boys
So you can see Lily… I have at times been furious with reptilian females for their disgusting carnivorous habits and predatory ways…I have also been furious with the male of the species…(the most recent incarnation of their form was a disaster)…as I was saying …I was furious with the head honcho guys and the other boofhead hominid varieties …religious self justifcators included….for taking advantage of females in their youth and totally debasing and destroying their dignity and potential by turning them into sex slaves and later farm animals…just to satisfy their warped lusts….and then saying to the Prime Manager’s Envoy….often the girl’s father or brother who may or may not have introduced the porn movies to their sons in the first place (when they were too young to know the difference between good and evil)….look what a dirty horrible slut your daughter/sister/mother is…
…this is the environment I found myself in during the last days of my time line. It was not always like this…what changed….i don’t know….in this other timeline…I saw a lot of porn magazines for sale… and a lot of semi retarded, mummified and stupefied and/or robotic females around and a lot of females who I would classify as ‘old blokes with no dicks’….and brothels full of Asian women…to be replaced later by transexuals posing as females or young girls from places like Russia or the Ukraine or the Baltic States….it struck me that these men, these purveyors of porn and taboo sexual acts were like a plague of locusts, using up and degrading the females and children…. of the countries they conquered, throwing them on the scrap heap along with the children and grandchildren they never had…and moving on to the next ‘poor underdeveloped country’.
The end result of all of this…and I know this….because I saw it happen….one day the last baby to be conceived in the natural way by two people of the opposite sex (and in love at the moment of conception) was born…and died…and that was the end….i just don’t know exactly when it happened.
Usurunan and myself have been a loggerheads about this….at one point…he simply could not get it into his head that the females of your planet lily….had a soul or even a right to exist in the universe at all because as he put it ..he created them out of faulty genetic material that had been soaked in formaldehyde or something like it…and it was a mistake and therefore he was justified in getting rid of them in deference to the cyborg soldiers he had invented….and then I realised Lily…he was demented. No!!! Usurunan did not create females out of clay or preserved body parts and cloned males or by castrating boys at birth and giving them hormones so he could pass them off as prostitutes to unsuspecting older males. Sure he created female clones and replicants using as his template a barbie doll that had once belonged to his daughter…. and which bore no resemblance to the original art forms that once decorated the jungles and stone ruins in those jungles.
But here I am digressing again…because Usurunan wants me to talk about my early childhood experiences and I am writing about everything and anything but that.
Re the the instructions for building spaceships that can fold space and hence travel through time using a mechanism known as primary cell perception. I cannot tell you exactly what materials I used or when or where in case the information falls into the wrong hands. They built their space travel, time machine type of ship out of constructions plans that I myself had invented…not that I take all the credit for it…more on that later…
Lily this is not some wild outlandish theory on my part…I remember hearing about primary cell perception when I was studying at the university here…also I did not invent unobtanium. In the time line that I came from…in my most recent past on your planet…that information was freely available on the net. All I did was put two and two together…the random aspect to it involving spilt blood…my own as it happens…. as a result of accident with broken glass vase…and some baby teeth but whose?...Danton’s or Nico’s…I don’t know….it was a spur of the moment thing… to add the teeth.
The way I see it…as regards ‘impartial observer agent’ studying the modus operandi of the various players in this ‘galaxy plus entertainment parade’ is that the lost boys or rather…weirdo coneheads….. left their children in the care of some very dubious nanny caretakers…they then used information I had provided to Usurunan ( only they used cloned materials) and vice versa to build themselves a space travel ship and basically go off and explore the universe ect ect…which they did with limited success.
Upon their arrival back on planet earth…they were shocked…not only that they were disgraced to find themselves in the hot seat as a consequences of the events that were soon to transpire….not only that!!! they were shocked by their own appearances.
I have had to reassure Usurunan several times now…usually as a con sequence of his ….dare I say it…inane delusions of grandeur….the first time it happens is such a shock…well more so for Usurunan than myself…imagine this…from Usurunan’s perspective….he returns from his trip to another planet on the other side of this galaxy. He will be hailed as a hero and he can hardly wait…while the circumstances of his life are still very mysterious, not only to himself, but to everyone else as well!...he is nevertheless feeling very confident being schooled as it were in the Fine Art of Dictatorhood. He is so handsome…he has sequested a ‘ka’ (much to the dismay of it’s owner) for the day’s proclamations and celebrations ect, ect….the whole city thinks he’s a superhero…just as he is about to step up to his podium to accept all his awards and prizes, accolades ect, ect………in another part of town, his great grandmother, slender and stylish, her short dark curls look sweet with her eyes made up like that…she is wearing 1930’3 style of dress, fitted little jacket and pencil thin knee high skirt, black pumps, a pillbox hat, matching gloves and hat and cute clutch bag to match…
She becomes distracted while crossing the street to the post office…she was on her way to post a Valentines Day Card to her new boyfriend, Pierre…an Aviator from Paris….just as she is about to reach the curb…. a dual carriage, red coloured, semi trailer , travelling at great speeding appears out of nowhere and slams into her spreading blood and gore all over the road….just like those dead kangaroos you used to see on your way to work every morning Lily.
Not that Usurunan knows about any of this…later much later he is in his apartment back in his home city, no one comes to visit him, no one rings him, his family don’t want to know him, he gets harassed by government agents and at one point ends up homeless…then he discovers that there is no record that he ever existed at all…then he realises he is alone. Then he understands that he is not….really alone. Do you remember Usurunan?...that’s when you became a bird of prey gang member. You wrote a manifesto which was considered to be dangerous and subversive even in the underworld. It was called “How and in What Manner I decided to Become a Member of the most Secret Detection Lair and Spying Base the World has EVEr Wondered About”. You reasoned that it would suffice as a worthwhile distraction from your persistent vegetative state. Do you remember how everyone laughed because the title did not fit onto the cover in the big bold letters that you wanted. Some of the reptilians were so alarmed they changed their colours.
Or how about this one Usurunan…you have just been elected as the most noble religious person in your village and as a reward you get to live in the castle at the top of the hill and keep all the gold…but just as you are about to accept this honour, a duplicate of yourself is exposed as the worst criminal and purveyor of porn the world has ever known…as a punishment you are forced to live in exile, while Linda Lovelace and an assortment of other dubious characters are given diplomatic postings to Saudi Arabia and other places like that.
Or this one Usurunan…you are going to be a movie star who becomes a model for Greek Plays and other dramas…your leadings ladies are the sexiest ladies you know…pictures of your beautiful face are splashed all across billboards in many far flung regions of the world. You are due to start work on a Wednesday…on the Tuesday, whilst attending to your grooming requirements you notice that the face looking back at you is not your own and that the body you are in is not yours…a large heavy set woman…(could just as easily be a chubby, non descript middle aged man as well ) with chunky thighs and a huge bottom and a bedraggled look about her is staring back at you….you’ve seen her before and you know that’s where you’ll be for another seven years. You have a vague impressions of being hooked up to an intravenous tube down which a thick milky type of porridge formula is being injected into you veins….stomach…it seems like you are lying for months in a vegetative comatose state. When the limo driver arrives the next morning to take you to the studio…your gone…back to Bargaloo and the sheep paddocks and the flies…or this one…your ka gets smashed up in freak accident on Bargaloo Highway…there are no survivors.
Get over it Usurunan…sometimes it can happen twice in the same day…for me my the most extreme example of a fall from Grace was from Isis to nuclear waste and blue green algae…life goes on and on….and on…
I saw you once…Usurunan…on the television… you had very white skin and the skin on your face was stretched tight across it giving your eyes a very slanted appearance…your companion looked like a kind of large oafish hairless orang-utan….and I mean no offence by that…I was a very young child at the time…
If it’s any consolation and I truly understand your yearning for the land of your memories….i too walked those same streets long after you had gone….i lived in a suburb called Azabu…in Tokyo…before Japan was colonised by western influences and modernisers. So we lived in a grand old fashioned Japanese Mansion with a beautiful traditional Japanese Garden inside a walled garden on a very large corner block in a quiet suburb of Tokyo… as it was in 1966 – 68. I mention this phase because it coincides with another memory I have of a house in Japan…this other house was in a quiet little street…the kind not built for cars….lanterns hung from windows and doorways casting a sultry orange glow to the tiny little streets shops and houses jumbled up together…selling all sorts of things from herbs and apothecary items medicines, ornaments, cupie dolls, food, baked goods, sweets…a type of wagon wheel called a choco pook. In those days Japanese women still wore Kimono’s as an item of daily wear…not all of them…but a lot.
I remember in the winter walking in predawn hours to catch the bus to the American School…somewhere on the outskirts of the city…and arriving home after dark…those were magical times sometimes..in hinsight…. and I almost always had my little brother for company. In the winter…we would sometimes buy baked sweet potatoes from a street vendor…or chestnuts…
There was a school around the corner from my house…the Nischi Machi school (spell?)…both my brother and I went to the school in the beginning. We were both subsequently expelled from it and I honestly cannot be bothered getting into that right now but needless to say it was an unfortunate occurrence.
Anyway re…this other memory….this house was build like a square with an internal courtyard….that may or may not have had a roof. It was a wooden structure with wooden railings along the balconies that looked out onto this small courtyard…which I think had plants in it. The wood was very dark in colour. The ‘bath’ room had the look and feel of a Finnish sauna…and the bath in that house consisted of a large quite deep rectangular shaped structure that was built up from floor level and out of the same dark ‘aromatic’ wood…I loved that bath and the smell of the wood, the hot steam in the winter…but what was I remembering?….that was not the house that I lived in. I don’t know where that memory comes from ..maybe Usurunan knows…who knows.
This much I know…. the girl who lived there was a much treasured child
Lily about your severly fucked up…. albeit exciting and dangerous early childhood years…..
Lily I have seen those home movies of you and the others in Africa. Each and every time I watch it …the weirder it becomes.
