astral hill

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.