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
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