November 29 2012
Lillian you are supposed to write (and act in) the scenario’s unfolding…not send me angry confronting letters every five minutes…What is going on with you?
Lilly’s replies…”Fuck of Bitch! I am not wearing a tent dress”. “Great Brothel District in ToyTown…love and best witches from the biggest whore in a Babylonian type of brothel in Kanak”…and this one…which could be the last one…which simply said… “Oh shit”.
No response … … …
And then…this arrived……
Dearest Sandy…my name is Lillian Web Wing and I am currently residing in the the city of Kanak with my cat Panther Puss…
The Skull Islands
My accomplice Rob Millroy and I recently visited the Skull Islands located close to but not in the Crystal Palaces of the Antarctic. The expedition team included Danton and Mico who made his presence felt in more ways than one.
Upon our arrival on your/our brothers planet, I wasted not time in implementing my scheme to interfere with the Reptilians map making schemes. I set about designating no go areas and go fast stretches via the approbation and application of various elements designed to obscure the readings on their eye instruments…using wavering magnetic polarities of substances known only to my own personage.
So for the sake of your own curiosities and intrigue regarding the situation I shall tell you of some of my observances... I took pictures of some of these things and not others…because my camera batteries ran out…as if by some divine providence by those who did not want a public record of various of this schemes intricacies.
First things I notice include blue bottles washed up on the beach, a black dog, dead trees on the fringes of the island and rocks stories. I also noticed malformed shells and other landscape features that echoed my own experiences in the Time Tunnels of Iniquity.
On the second night my relaxing rest was disturbing by a flock of white birds that flew around and around my tent making a very loud racket.
The next day, the four of us set out for South Skull Island…I had no compulsion to explore North Skull Island…same island..another dimension…as I had been there once before…a girl I knew from school…her family had a house atop that island…when I was eighteen I went there with Peter Danish and Judee…we slept on the beach that night…as it happens Peter’s dog had about eight or ten puppies at the time so they came with us…we had all the puppies on the beach with us and at some point we took them down to the waters edge so they could experience the ocean for themselves…well some elderly ladies who lived nearby became convinced that we were going to drown them…but that was not our attention and that is not what happened. At that time I was sharing a house with Peter and Judee in Jardine Street opposite Telopea Park in the old city of Kanak in Guess Whose Garden of the Beast…but that is another story and I am digressing.
The weirdest thing happened when I set out to visit South Skull Island…I had to go past North Skull Island…when I looked up at it…to ponder about it…I noticed a cage with bars had been built there…next to it a black figure emerged out of some shrubbery… jumped up, waved it’s arms in the air and then vanished back in to the shrubbery. Later I saw a blag dog with white scruff on it’s chest.
That first day we climbed up Skull Island and explored it’s interior…we sat for a while near some logs and I noticed a snake like stick sticking out of the ground, it was covered in what can only be described as mossy barnacles…I put eyes on it in an oddly angled way.
Once a long time ago I had explored the interior of Skull Island with my son Nico…he was about nine years old at the time…there were not that many trees on it in those days…in fact it was quite bare….I found a yellow painted starfish there…I remember taking a picture of a log that had been washed up on the rocks that looked like a sea creature with staring black eyes…well guess what I saw that exact same log washed up on the beach…exactly the same but much smaller or was I bigger?
And I am digressing again…on the second day we walked across the land bridge to walk around the island the other way… first odd thing I noticed was a tiny skull…it occurred to me was that it was the skull of a tiny walrus…I brought it back to Kanak so that I could take a picture of it…then about ten metres further on I saw or rather smelt the huge carcass of a motley seal or walrus creature…when I say motley it had patchy brown fur with spots and blotches all over it…it’s head was missing.
Suddenly my attention was captured by the sight of a huge white eagle flying overhead…I have never seen an eagle like that…with such a large wing span…in these parts ever…
I saw a flat rock with white shells embedded on it…they looked like the skulls of tiny children…I placed one half of my selenite crystal on it…the other half having separated off during those depressing days lost in the woods.
On the beautiful little bay between the islands that I claim as my own along with South Skull Island …I saw hundreds more blue bottles…little ones… on the beach…a log of wood…a fragment of a ship…immediately I thought of the Titanic and all those boys who lost their lives and the old ladies who didn’t…but later I wondered if it was a sub marine.
Anyhoos it was covered in barnacles and they were flapping wildly. In amongst the barnacles white tentacles thrashed about and it occurred to me that what I was witnessing was the creation of a new kind of life form…born here in this little bay via the judicious arrival of blue bottles on the beach at the same time as the barnacles and the mysterious white tentacles…that appeared to function as an intermediary between the two.
I had this revelation that blue bottles manifest on the higher planes to contain and carry the poisons of previous epochs out of the sea onto the sand to be burnt by the sun...further clarity came by way of other signs indicating that this was indeed the case…blue tape wrapped around seaweed, blue rope wrapped around a driftwood bleached white by the sand, the sea and the salt. Blue paint spattered on a rock…
