December 15 or thereabouts… 2012
Dear Sandy…I have had two more adventures since I wrote to you concerning my discovery of Skull Island and the variety of items that I saw there. The two adventures include; a visit to Windy Mountain and the placement of a beautiful purple pyramid and another visit to Skull Island to celebrate the end of the world…..to be continued.
There is not much to report on my visit to Windy Mountain…except that it was a very, very windy that day… I felt like was walking against a riptide, the force of the air on the mountains was literally forcing me back as I was making my way forward with the result that progress was slow and exhausting. My intention was to climb to the summit that day…and I’ve been there twice before…the first time with the ancient mummies at age 11 or 12 and the second time a few years ago with my son Nico…on this occasion I only got as far as the lookout…about halfway up.
Things always work out the way they do for a reason and I figured that there was a reason I did not make the summit that day…I was not supposed to…I had with me a number of orgonite objects in geometric configurations which I left in various places along the way…along with crystals and some shells…maybe I was not meant to place them any higher than the lookout…
To reach the starting point for the summit walk involves a chairlift to a place called Eagles Nest, where there is a restaurant…called…you guessed it…the Eagles Nest Café? I think. Anyhoos I merely mention this because on the way up to this place on the chairlift…I did not notice any other ‘establishments’…however on the way down I noticed that there was another refreshment type of establishment about halfway down…that had clearly been abandoned…It was called Kareela… I wondered what it was doing there…was it built before the chairlift went into operation perhaps or after the Eagles Nest Café was built… possibly by unsuspecting investors???…I just thought it was odd that’s all…and that’s the end of this chapter to Windy Mountain…not much to report really…
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Shattered - Broken Heads and a Broken Heart
Shattered – Broken Heads and a Broken Heart
It’s my birthday today…I don’t know how old I am because I was never born but if I had to choose an age for myself it would be either four or one hundred and fifty four…or 0…
I know that my whole life has been a lie and that Dabios and Marine are not my parents. Dabios, Marine and my little brother died in a car crash a very long time ago…Marine told me that she had an affair with a man called Peter Younghusband…was he my Dad?... when she was living in Africa and that Dabios had an affair with his neighbours wife…in Africa.
She had a little boy…Tonyo…the same age as me…four…we used to hold hands….he came to my fourth birthday party and saw me blow out the candles on my birthday cake…or not…as I was blowing out the candles I stumbled and fell backwards off my chair….when I got back on the chair…my arms hung loosely in front of me and I didn’t have the breath then to blow out the candles…someone else must have done it.
Marine told me once a long time ago…perhaps in fact yesterday that she was driving along a dusty rode in Africa with my brother and me in the car when she got a flat tyre on a little hill close to where a pride of lions lay snoozing in the sun. She said she got out of the car to change the tyre…and that it had been a lucky escape…it wasn’t a lucky escape.
That may or may not have been the year Elsa the lion cub raised by humans and released back into the wild… began attacking villagers. Dabios told me that her ‘owner’…a man with a gun…went looking for her…and he did find her and he did shoot her but that is one part of the story not included in the retelling of the story in the film ‘Born Free’.
In any case Marine was not my mother…perhaps Elwyn Morris was…apparently David had had an affair with her in England and she got pregnant and had an abortion.
There is a photo out there somewhere…I have seen it in Dabios’s photo album at his farm in Yass… of my brother and his identical twin aged about 2…one of the little boys is standing up, quite unfazed while the other little boy sits facing him…eyes level with his penis crying uncontrollably…tears streaking his face.
Marine once told me that a photographer friend of Dabios’s and David were visiting the Congo…apparently because there had been an uprising there and that this photographer friend of Dabios was captured by cannibals and eaten…I was shocked to hear that.
I don’t blame Dabios and Marine for what happened to us and I don’t blame the ex Primeminster of Singapore…or Usurunan or Lily or my brother and my sister….or the astral shells of long ago departed friends. What is the point of pointing your finger at anyone anymore and saying….he did it….or she did it…when the person you are pointing your finger at is a ghost…can you blame a persons astral shell for that matter?….if the shell is occupied by something else….and you don’t know what that thing is?….to make the situation even more confusing are the sudden and unpredictable turns in behaviour of the apparent astral shell…there are times when they seem to quite like you…even recognise you…perhaps…. and those other times when they can appear to be quite monstrous. At least I have some explanation for Marines cold indifference towards me and my Dabios’s tyranny.
At least now I can come to terms with Marines inability to hear me…to listen to me and Davids persistent refusal to allow me to speak while everyone else had free reign…indeed...i cannot think of a single instance where I have ever been allowed to finish a sentence…now I know why of course.
What is there to say to a God who does not believe in God… a spirit who doesn’t believe in spirits…a crystal that laughs at crystals and a fairy who doesn’t believe in fairy tales.
…ore…a slave who does not know he’s a slave…a slave who thinks his slave master is the only one who speaks the truth…
What is there left to say?…Nothing!
I also have had to harden my heart and in so doing have broken a few hearts myself.
The Young Black Elephant broke my heart…he was my first love….and…that was the first and last time my heart was broken by a boy.
To be fair I don‘t know what my astral shell was doing when I left it….what terrible things were done in my name?…what unspeakable atrocities were committed by something wearing my face?
And what face did I think I was wearing when I could no longer see it?
I have asked myself this question so many times….when did I die?
I have died a thousand times in more ways than one but since my consciousness is not attached to the part of me that lives I am oblivious… I feel the pain of these deaths and I have learn’t to recognise the symptoms….headache means head smashed in….heart pains means heart cut out…a hot flush is a burn…inability to breathe…can mean drowning, suffocating or smoke inhalation…flatline tone means life support cut off.
This is not to say I don’t know what it feels like to feel acute pain…the most acute pain for me has been emotional….i was devastated when I lost Daniel…even though I was already losing myself.
I figured something else out last night….re the rip in the fabric of space time the rip in the human brain and its flow on affects with regard to the consciousness of the group soul that is this planet…a heart broken beyond all repair also creates a rip in the fabric of space time.
The pain of seeing this world I love so much being destroyed again and again has caused me to feel acute pain. The abuse and mistreatment of animals and total wanton disregard for their right to live has been acutely painful…so much so that I have become numb to it.
The death of my dog Zac in 1982 is an event that I can only describe as being one of a shattering magnitude.
Zac was a red kelpie who lived with me in Hall. At the time I was living with Dean a boy I met at Macquarie University through Anita…a hobbit girl who knew my brother before she knew me.
One day when Zac was about six months old a guy on a motorbike smashed into him. I remember seeing him lying dead on the road….there was blood coming out of his mouth and ears…in a daze I carried him into the house…I was in such a state of shock that I could hardly walk…my legs turned to jelly….Dean carried him down to a room underneath the house and I stayed with him there a long time…as his body grew cold and stiff the grief set in…
How can I describe the pain I felt…it was agony…it seared through me and shattered my soul… my heart ached with the pain of thousands of little sharp daggers splintering it beyond all recognition.
We buried him the garden the next day… I remember the skies clouding over as it started to rain…it poured with rain that day and the next turning the garden into a swamp…I remember lying down on the couch curled up in a fetal position sobbing for hours…then I started to vomit and that went on for days…I had diarrhea… my body had gone in to such a state of shock that it stopped working…ever part of it ached…my throat hurt…I couldn’t eat I found no refuge in sleep, I could barely walk…never have I known such pain…it was unendurable and it’s a pain I never want to feel again… I think that must have been when I died.
I floated around the house for weeks like a zombie after that…my grief was further compounded by the persistent attempts on the part of Chris – Maija’s boyfriend - to engage me in conversations about the relationship issues that he was having with her….i would just sit there mindlessly mouthing platitudes and nodding and just wishing he would go away….it got to a point where I could no longer stand it…I said to him…something along the lines of…. ‘Chris my dog has just died I can’t talk about this with you at the moment’…well…you should have seen his reaction…he was incredulous…he said… ‘How can you compare the death of a dog to the relationship issues I’m having with Maija?’…truly I was lost for words…tears stung my eyes and I ran out of the room….i didn’t want to look at him let alone engage in a debate about it.
One day a few months later …Maija came over for a visit…she was also in a distraught state because her dog Tish had been killed in a collision with a car in Gunning…not only that she was sick with the mumps… her cheeks and neck had swelled up to such an extent that she was barely recognisable… we consoled each other as best we could and maybe drew some comfort from the fact that at least some else out there understands the pain of losing your best friend…your dog.
It’s my birthday today…I don’t know how old I am because I was never born but if I had to choose an age for myself it would be either four or one hundred and fifty four…or 0…
I know that my whole life has been a lie and that Dabios and Marine are not my parents. Dabios, Marine and my little brother died in a car crash a very long time ago…Marine told me that she had an affair with a man called Peter Younghusband…was he my Dad?... when she was living in Africa and that Dabios had an affair with his neighbours wife…in Africa.
She had a little boy…Tonyo…the same age as me…four…we used to hold hands….he came to my fourth birthday party and saw me blow out the candles on my birthday cake…or not…as I was blowing out the candles I stumbled and fell backwards off my chair….when I got back on the chair…my arms hung loosely in front of me and I didn’t have the breath then to blow out the candles…someone else must have done it.
Marine told me once a long time ago…perhaps in fact yesterday that she was driving along a dusty rode in Africa with my brother and me in the car when she got a flat tyre on a little hill close to where a pride of lions lay snoozing in the sun. She said she got out of the car to change the tyre…and that it had been a lucky escape…it wasn’t a lucky escape.
That may or may not have been the year Elsa the lion cub raised by humans and released back into the wild… began attacking villagers. Dabios told me that her ‘owner’…a man with a gun…went looking for her…and he did find her and he did shoot her but that is one part of the story not included in the retelling of the story in the film ‘Born Free’.
In any case Marine was not my mother…perhaps Elwyn Morris was…apparently David had had an affair with her in England and she got pregnant and had an abortion.
There is a photo out there somewhere…I have seen it in Dabios’s photo album at his farm in Yass… of my brother and his identical twin aged about 2…one of the little boys is standing up, quite unfazed while the other little boy sits facing him…eyes level with his penis crying uncontrollably…tears streaking his face.
Marine once told me that a photographer friend of Dabios’s and David were visiting the Congo…apparently because there had been an uprising there and that this photographer friend of Dabios was captured by cannibals and eaten…I was shocked to hear that.
I don’t blame Dabios and Marine for what happened to us and I don’t blame the ex Primeminster of Singapore…or Usurunan or Lily or my brother and my sister….or the astral shells of long ago departed friends. What is the point of pointing your finger at anyone anymore and saying….he did it….or she did it…when the person you are pointing your finger at is a ghost…can you blame a persons astral shell for that matter?….if the shell is occupied by something else….and you don’t know what that thing is?….to make the situation even more confusing are the sudden and unpredictable turns in behaviour of the apparent astral shell…there are times when they seem to quite like you…even recognise you…perhaps…. and those other times when they can appear to be quite monstrous. At least I have some explanation for Marines cold indifference towards me and my Dabios’s tyranny.
At least now I can come to terms with Marines inability to hear me…to listen to me and Davids persistent refusal to allow me to speak while everyone else had free reign…indeed...i cannot think of a single instance where I have ever been allowed to finish a sentence…now I know why of course.
What is there to say to a God who does not believe in God… a spirit who doesn’t believe in spirits…a crystal that laughs at crystals and a fairy who doesn’t believe in fairy tales.
…ore…a slave who does not know he’s a slave…a slave who thinks his slave master is the only one who speaks the truth…
What is there left to say?…Nothing!
I also have had to harden my heart and in so doing have broken a few hearts myself.
The Young Black Elephant broke my heart…he was my first love….and…that was the first and last time my heart was broken by a boy.
To be fair I don‘t know what my astral shell was doing when I left it….what terrible things were done in my name?…what unspeakable atrocities were committed by something wearing my face?
And what face did I think I was wearing when I could no longer see it?
I have asked myself this question so many times….when did I die?
I have died a thousand times in more ways than one but since my consciousness is not attached to the part of me that lives I am oblivious… I feel the pain of these deaths and I have learn’t to recognise the symptoms….headache means head smashed in….heart pains means heart cut out…a hot flush is a burn…inability to breathe…can mean drowning, suffocating or smoke inhalation…flatline tone means life support cut off.
This is not to say I don’t know what it feels like to feel acute pain…the most acute pain for me has been emotional….i was devastated when I lost Daniel…even though I was already losing myself.
I figured something else out last night….re the rip in the fabric of space time the rip in the human brain and its flow on affects with regard to the consciousness of the group soul that is this planet…a heart broken beyond all repair also creates a rip in the fabric of space time.
The pain of seeing this world I love so much being destroyed again and again has caused me to feel acute pain. The abuse and mistreatment of animals and total wanton disregard for their right to live has been acutely painful…so much so that I have become numb to it.
The death of my dog Zac in 1982 is an event that I can only describe as being one of a shattering magnitude.
Zac was a red kelpie who lived with me in Hall. At the time I was living with Dean a boy I met at Macquarie University through Anita…a hobbit girl who knew my brother before she knew me.
One day when Zac was about six months old a guy on a motorbike smashed into him. I remember seeing him lying dead on the road….there was blood coming out of his mouth and ears…in a daze I carried him into the house…I was in such a state of shock that I could hardly walk…my legs turned to jelly….Dean carried him down to a room underneath the house and I stayed with him there a long time…as his body grew cold and stiff the grief set in…
How can I describe the pain I felt…it was agony…it seared through me and shattered my soul… my heart ached with the pain of thousands of little sharp daggers splintering it beyond all recognition.
We buried him the garden the next day… I remember the skies clouding over as it started to rain…it poured with rain that day and the next turning the garden into a swamp…I remember lying down on the couch curled up in a fetal position sobbing for hours…then I started to vomit and that went on for days…I had diarrhea… my body had gone in to such a state of shock that it stopped working…ever part of it ached…my throat hurt…I couldn’t eat I found no refuge in sleep, I could barely walk…never have I known such pain…it was unendurable and it’s a pain I never want to feel again… I think that must have been when I died.
I floated around the house for weeks like a zombie after that…my grief was further compounded by the persistent attempts on the part of Chris – Maija’s boyfriend - to engage me in conversations about the relationship issues that he was having with her….i would just sit there mindlessly mouthing platitudes and nodding and just wishing he would go away….it got to a point where I could no longer stand it…I said to him…something along the lines of…. ‘Chris my dog has just died I can’t talk about this with you at the moment’…well…you should have seen his reaction…he was incredulous…he said… ‘How can you compare the death of a dog to the relationship issues I’m having with Maija?’…truly I was lost for words…tears stung my eyes and I ran out of the room….i didn’t want to look at him let alone engage in a debate about it.
One day a few months later …Maija came over for a visit…she was also in a distraught state because her dog Tish had been killed in a collision with a car in Gunning…not only that she was sick with the mumps… her cheeks and neck had swelled up to such an extent that she was barely recognisable… we consoled each other as best we could and maybe drew some comfort from the fact that at least some else out there understands the pain of losing your best friend…your dog.
Friday, April 12, 2013
The Goat Men of the Camino
The Goatmen on the Camino 2010
This story about my Camino journey would not be complete without mention of the numerous old German men also doing the Camino.
I had quite a few encounters with these fellows most of which were decidedly unpleasant. I was annoyed that there were so many of them.
Another pilgrim told me that this huge influx of old German men had something to do with the fact that a well know German radio star had recently done the Camino and written a book about it. This had generated a huge amount of interest in it for it was not well known in Germany before that time.
Well the end result of it, was a disproportionate number of them were on the Camino while I was there in 2010.
Now I like to think of myself as a fairly tolerant person. I recognise that we live in a world full of things that have the potential to annoy us and impinge on our personal space…babies crying, children’s tantrums, dogs barking, people snoring, pilgrims whispering, people making noises, noisy parties, loud music, wild teenagers creating a ruckus, traffic jams, flies, mosquitoes, ect ect and that is just part of life and it is pointless to get upset about such things…tolerance and patience that is my motto….
Not so with Germans…old Germans that is. They seem to think that any impingement upon their personages…no matter how slight… is a gross effrontery…yet they are oblivious to the effect that they sometimes have on others…I found this time and time again on the Camino…so it is obviously a national trait.
For example, the number of times we arrived at an albergue perhaps a little late but not by much…since the doors invariably shut at 9.00…and creeping as quietly as we could into a dorm and slipping every so quietly into bed we would be met with endless shhhhhhs and ‘please be quiet’ ect ect…. from the old German men…most of the time the lights had only just gone out. At one albergue I remember I was so upset by this carry on…I gathered my stuff and crept down into the communal kitchen and slept on the floor…with Rob of course.
One time…in a large dorm with bunk beds in it…I was on the top bunk getting dressed for the day…when I dropped a sock on the floor. I asked Rob to pick it up for me since he was just standing there…when this grumpy old man turned on me in a fury and said… “You are not zee only one here!” Rob finally cracked and shouted back… “and you are not the only one here”… for a minute there I thought things would come to a head…I thought Rob was going to punch him out but he didn’t.
Another time I found myself in a dorm with two old German couples and two women travelling together. Just after the lights went out the two women started whispering…I was not fussed but this old German man became irate and yelled at them to shut up…it was like five past nine or something…I could not believe it…they were whispering for all of about thirty seconds before he hit the roof.
And yet every morning they would be up before anyone else, making a noise while they dressed and packed their gear…too bad if anyone wanted to sleep in and no one complained about that.
And they took it all so seriously, the walk that is…not the spiritual side of it…never did I see them stop to smell the roses or admire some old statue or something…they would march on with their high faluting walking sticks, eyes fixed grimly ahead, not talking, not laughing.
This story about my Camino journey would not be complete without mention of the numerous old German men also doing the Camino.
I had quite a few encounters with these fellows most of which were decidedly unpleasant. I was annoyed that there were so many of them.
Another pilgrim told me that this huge influx of old German men had something to do with the fact that a well know German radio star had recently done the Camino and written a book about it. This had generated a huge amount of interest in it for it was not well known in Germany before that time.
Well the end result of it, was a disproportionate number of them were on the Camino while I was there in 2010.
Now I like to think of myself as a fairly tolerant person. I recognise that we live in a world full of things that have the potential to annoy us and impinge on our personal space…babies crying, children’s tantrums, dogs barking, people snoring, pilgrims whispering, people making noises, noisy parties, loud music, wild teenagers creating a ruckus, traffic jams, flies, mosquitoes, ect ect and that is just part of life and it is pointless to get upset about such things…tolerance and patience that is my motto….
Not so with Germans…old Germans that is. They seem to think that any impingement upon their personages…no matter how slight… is a gross effrontery…yet they are oblivious to the effect that they sometimes have on others…I found this time and time again on the Camino…so it is obviously a national trait.
For example, the number of times we arrived at an albergue perhaps a little late but not by much…since the doors invariably shut at 9.00…and creeping as quietly as we could into a dorm and slipping every so quietly into bed we would be met with endless shhhhhhs and ‘please be quiet’ ect ect…. from the old German men…most of the time the lights had only just gone out. At one albergue I remember I was so upset by this carry on…I gathered my stuff and crept down into the communal kitchen and slept on the floor…with Rob of course.
One time…in a large dorm with bunk beds in it…I was on the top bunk getting dressed for the day…when I dropped a sock on the floor. I asked Rob to pick it up for me since he was just standing there…when this grumpy old man turned on me in a fury and said… “You are not zee only one here!” Rob finally cracked and shouted back… “and you are not the only one here”… for a minute there I thought things would come to a head…I thought Rob was going to punch him out but he didn’t.
Another time I found myself in a dorm with two old German couples and two women travelling together. Just after the lights went out the two women started whispering…I was not fussed but this old German man became irate and yelled at them to shut up…it was like five past nine or something…I could not believe it…they were whispering for all of about thirty seconds before he hit the roof.
And yet every morning they would be up before anyone else, making a noise while they dressed and packed their gear…too bad if anyone wanted to sleep in and no one complained about that.
And they took it all so seriously, the walk that is…not the spiritual side of it…never did I see them stop to smell the roses or admire some old statue or something…they would march on with their high faluting walking sticks, eyes fixed grimly ahead, not talking, not laughing.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Where to Now?
April 10 2013
Weird interactions with people on the television and in the movies.
Since my world was turned upside down in December 2010 I have had some truly amazing experiences and interactions…interspersed with long periods of boredom and meaninglessness…can I say that?
There have been times when I swear I was interacting with people on television and in the movies…oh oh I hear you say Sandy…sounds like a schizoid disorder to me…but no it wasn’t. I know the difference.
It seems to me there have been times when either the airwaves have been hijacked by some outside force or presence or the characters themselves have been or a channel has been opened up between me and the people on the television which is outside of normal broadcasting.
I can speak about this now because several months have passed since it last happened and also because I sort of don’t care much whether people reading this might thing I’ve gone mad or something…I know I am not mad and that is all that matters.
First time it happened was such a shock…it had to do with an unidentified object. The people on the television wanted to know what I thought of it and whether it presented a threat or not. One side wanted to attack it and the other side wanted to find out what it was first…it turns out that it was a spacecraft from a parallel world almost identical to earth. Apparently our world and ‘their’ world are on elliptical orbits around the central sun and every 26,000 years…our worlds collide as it were…not literally but dimensionally and the effects of this are felt and detected by radio waves, satellites, and via the internet.
At first I could not believe it partly because I am so used to being outcast and downtrodden…sob…I thought why are they asking me…no one has ever believed my stories …or asked my opinion before (aside from close friends ect) so why now?
It appeared to be some kind of video link up between various extra-terrestrial species who had all suddenly found themselves in this weird situation. None of them looked that odd really…there was as much difference between us as there is between the various races on earth.
So with all the conviction that I could muster and relying on the knowledge that I innately have of such things…I warned against the attack saying that it would be tantamount to an attack on ourselves and could start an all-out war based on nothing more than a simple misunderstanding.
There were quite a few of these bizarre interactions with the media over winter last year…to many too mention here in any case…but there is one I remember very vividly because it involved me witnessing an usual collection of creatures from another dimension who all represented what humanity would become if it followed a certain path…for example an economist was represented by a human that looked more like a turtle…half turtle, half Indian man whose head bobbed from side to side like one of those toy animals with bobbing heads that you sometimes see in the back of a car. This being seemed to be in some sort of trance as it quoted numbers and figures and talked about fiscal policy with respect to the economy….it was too bizarre looking to be human but it definitely had human genes…more turtle than human though.
Another creature looked like someone had got a huge ‘blanket’ of tripe and draped it over a figure that obviously had the shape of a head and shoulders underneath it but no arms…it was wearing dark ray ban sunglasses and did not speak...a sort of textured Caspar the friendly ghost.
Another being looked human enough…it was a man with a very large rectangular head, very pale skin and pale blue eyes…the kind of person who could easily blend in with humans but not without some curious looks…I would have to say.
Yet another creature looked like points of light on a dark amorphous shape…humanoid but barely discernable.
The impression I got was that this passing parade of freaks was meant to show the audience what they would evolve into if they followed a particular path. I gather there were some very shocked and upset people in the audience.
Another curious thing happened when I was watching the Queens Diamond Jubilee…it appeared to be taking place on the River Thames. At first I didn’t notice anything untoward…but after a while something about it just did not make sense…
The Royal family arrived on the river in a small, decrepit but colourful boat and were then transported to a barge so that they could watch the ‘Jubilee’. Prince William and Prince Harry were there along with Kate Middleton and Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles…I think Prince Phillip was there too. The Queen was there too looking very vulnerable and almost childlike. She was the only one seated. She did not appear to be dressed up like the others but was wrapped up in a cream coloured shawl. The rest of them just stood there for hours. I thought at the time it was odd. All the boats and canoes and other river craft that streamed past them in an seemingly endless procession looked like something from the seventeenth century.
The queen had about her personage something of the demeanor of my sister who is mentally ill without being deranged looking…rather she has a sort of bland happy smile on her face and doesn’t say much.
At one point the queen was led up to a sort of podium, but the camera didn’t show it or her on it…instead I heard a loud thump followed by a few more. I was reminded of my sister’s stories of her having been beheaded as a little girl.
Prince Philip apparently had an accident when he was on the boat…his head smashed into a bridge or something …anyway he ended up in hospital but was released some hours later which again is odd given the severity of such an accident and the unlikelihood of Prince Philip surviving it…yet he did.
Later that night…watching news reports about the Jubilee celebrations I was surprised to see that it bore no resemblance whatsoever to the procession I had seen that afternoon.
Instead it showed footage of the Queen and her family speeding by in their Rolls Royce’s ( I think) past cheering crowds gathered by the sides of the road leading to Buckingham Palace….very modern, very contemporary, very strange.
Weird interactions with people on the television and in the movies.
Since my world was turned upside down in December 2010 I have had some truly amazing experiences and interactions…interspersed with long periods of boredom and meaninglessness…can I say that?
There have been times when I swear I was interacting with people on television and in the movies…oh oh I hear you say Sandy…sounds like a schizoid disorder to me…but no it wasn’t. I know the difference.
It seems to me there have been times when either the airwaves have been hijacked by some outside force or presence or the characters themselves have been or a channel has been opened up between me and the people on the television which is outside of normal broadcasting.
I can speak about this now because several months have passed since it last happened and also because I sort of don’t care much whether people reading this might thing I’ve gone mad or something…I know I am not mad and that is all that matters.
First time it happened was such a shock…it had to do with an unidentified object. The people on the television wanted to know what I thought of it and whether it presented a threat or not. One side wanted to attack it and the other side wanted to find out what it was first…it turns out that it was a spacecraft from a parallel world almost identical to earth. Apparently our world and ‘their’ world are on elliptical orbits around the central sun and every 26,000 years…our worlds collide as it were…not literally but dimensionally and the effects of this are felt and detected by radio waves, satellites, and via the internet.
At first I could not believe it partly because I am so used to being outcast and downtrodden…sob…I thought why are they asking me…no one has ever believed my stories …or asked my opinion before (aside from close friends ect) so why now?
It appeared to be some kind of video link up between various extra-terrestrial species who had all suddenly found themselves in this weird situation. None of them looked that odd really…there was as much difference between us as there is between the various races on earth.
So with all the conviction that I could muster and relying on the knowledge that I innately have of such things…I warned against the attack saying that it would be tantamount to an attack on ourselves and could start an all-out war based on nothing more than a simple misunderstanding.
There were quite a few of these bizarre interactions with the media over winter last year…to many too mention here in any case…but there is one I remember very vividly because it involved me witnessing an usual collection of creatures from another dimension who all represented what humanity would become if it followed a certain path…for example an economist was represented by a human that looked more like a turtle…half turtle, half Indian man whose head bobbed from side to side like one of those toy animals with bobbing heads that you sometimes see in the back of a car. This being seemed to be in some sort of trance as it quoted numbers and figures and talked about fiscal policy with respect to the economy….it was too bizarre looking to be human but it definitely had human genes…more turtle than human though.
Another creature looked like someone had got a huge ‘blanket’ of tripe and draped it over a figure that obviously had the shape of a head and shoulders underneath it but no arms…it was wearing dark ray ban sunglasses and did not speak...a sort of textured Caspar the friendly ghost.
Another being looked human enough…it was a man with a very large rectangular head, very pale skin and pale blue eyes…the kind of person who could easily blend in with humans but not without some curious looks…I would have to say.
Yet another creature looked like points of light on a dark amorphous shape…humanoid but barely discernable.
The impression I got was that this passing parade of freaks was meant to show the audience what they would evolve into if they followed a particular path. I gather there were some very shocked and upset people in the audience.
Another curious thing happened when I was watching the Queens Diamond Jubilee…it appeared to be taking place on the River Thames. At first I didn’t notice anything untoward…but after a while something about it just did not make sense…
The Royal family arrived on the river in a small, decrepit but colourful boat and were then transported to a barge so that they could watch the ‘Jubilee’. Prince William and Prince Harry were there along with Kate Middleton and Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles…I think Prince Phillip was there too. The Queen was there too looking very vulnerable and almost childlike. She was the only one seated. She did not appear to be dressed up like the others but was wrapped up in a cream coloured shawl. The rest of them just stood there for hours. I thought at the time it was odd. All the boats and canoes and other river craft that streamed past them in an seemingly endless procession looked like something from the seventeenth century.
The queen had about her personage something of the demeanor of my sister who is mentally ill without being deranged looking…rather she has a sort of bland happy smile on her face and doesn’t say much.
At one point the queen was led up to a sort of podium, but the camera didn’t show it or her on it…instead I heard a loud thump followed by a few more. I was reminded of my sister’s stories of her having been beheaded as a little girl.
Prince Philip apparently had an accident when he was on the boat…his head smashed into a bridge or something …anyway he ended up in hospital but was released some hours later which again is odd given the severity of such an accident and the unlikelihood of Prince Philip surviving it…yet he did.
Later that night…watching news reports about the Jubilee celebrations I was surprised to see that it bore no resemblance whatsoever to the procession I had seen that afternoon.
Instead it showed footage of the Queen and her family speeding by in their Rolls Royce’s ( I think) past cheering crowds gathered by the sides of the road leading to Buckingham Palace….very modern, very contemporary, very strange.
Getting lost on the Camino
Did I tell you about the time we got lost on the Camino and had to turn back.
In Logrono my accomplice Rob Warren McWallace decided he had to buy a porn magazine. The first one was not hard core enough so he purchased another one from a roadside stall. I tried to give the first one away without success…no wonder we got lost…this was supposed to be a spiritual pilgrimage not some murky exploration into the seamier side of Spanish life. The first guys I offered it too just laughed and said they already had it. Next I offered it to a young guy who was clearly not amused by it… the expression on his face said it all… shocked and angry…I cannot really blame him…it was a tacky thing to do…I threw it in the bin.
Leaving Logrono…first thing I noticed was the smell of sex…in the street of all places…it was truly disgusting Sandy…God knows where it was coming from but it permeated the air along one rather large section of the street…The Camino was about to teach us a lesson.
Getting out of the city entailed a long walk through park land. I remember seeing a Spanish couple embracing lotus style…a tantric sex position. Somewhere along the way we took a wrong turn. After about two hours we found ourselves standing by the side of a highway and no yellow arrow in site. We crossed the road and walked to a service station and spoke to the attendants there and they confirmed our situation…we had taken a wrong turn.
It was late in the afternoon and the sky was grey. We were hungry so we bought some chips and some coke and went and sat on a nearby hill to discuss our options.
I had a look at the magazine Rob had purchased…it was terrible and heightened my sense of unease...it basically consisted of page after page of wide open vaginas and erect penises…I was shocked by the colour of the women’s genitals…they were purple, almost black…I felt sick.
I looked around me….there was rubbish everywhere and the vista was bleak…it was as if the Camino was saying…when you immerse yourself in garbage you end up wallowing in it….and it wasn’t even my idea to buy the magazines…I certainly didn’t get a kick out of them…my interest in them was one of morbid curiosity alone…nothing more…but…having said that perhaps I should have exerted more of a good influence on Rob rather than indulging him or rather not putting up any opposition And here we were…sitting on a rocky hill next to a gas station on a highway surrounded by garbage...lost.
We decided to walk back to Logrono and spend another night in the hotel which was expensive…but we didn’t have the time or the inclination to go looking for an albergue in the dark…and that is what we did…it was a most memorable day but not one I care to remember.
In Logrono my accomplice Rob Warren McWallace decided he had to buy a porn magazine. The first one was not hard core enough so he purchased another one from a roadside stall. I tried to give the first one away without success…no wonder we got lost…this was supposed to be a spiritual pilgrimage not some murky exploration into the seamier side of Spanish life. The first guys I offered it too just laughed and said they already had it. Next I offered it to a young guy who was clearly not amused by it… the expression on his face said it all… shocked and angry…I cannot really blame him…it was a tacky thing to do…I threw it in the bin.
Leaving Logrono…first thing I noticed was the smell of sex…in the street of all places…it was truly disgusting Sandy…God knows where it was coming from but it permeated the air along one rather large section of the street…The Camino was about to teach us a lesson.
Getting out of the city entailed a long walk through park land. I remember seeing a Spanish couple embracing lotus style…a tantric sex position. Somewhere along the way we took a wrong turn. After about two hours we found ourselves standing by the side of a highway and no yellow arrow in site. We crossed the road and walked to a service station and spoke to the attendants there and they confirmed our situation…we had taken a wrong turn.
It was late in the afternoon and the sky was grey. We were hungry so we bought some chips and some coke and went and sat on a nearby hill to discuss our options.
I had a look at the magazine Rob had purchased…it was terrible and heightened my sense of unease...it basically consisted of page after page of wide open vaginas and erect penises…I was shocked by the colour of the women’s genitals…they were purple, almost black…I felt sick.
I looked around me….there was rubbish everywhere and the vista was bleak…it was as if the Camino was saying…when you immerse yourself in garbage you end up wallowing in it….and it wasn’t even my idea to buy the magazines…I certainly didn’t get a kick out of them…my interest in them was one of morbid curiosity alone…nothing more…but…having said that perhaps I should have exerted more of a good influence on Rob rather than indulging him or rather not putting up any opposition And here we were…sitting on a rocky hill next to a gas station on a highway surrounded by garbage...lost.
We decided to walk back to Logrono and spend another night in the hotel which was expensive…but we didn’t have the time or the inclination to go looking for an albergue in the dark…and that is what we did…it was a most memorable day but not one I care to remember.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
A Series of Wacky Astral Adventures
Hi Sandy…pardon my absence I had a malaise of the spirit which prevented me from writing to you.
Some of my wackiest adventures of late have occurred in my dreams which you and I both know are the times when our larger selves go a wandering.
Last night I had a most perculiar adventure…I was in a place with a Japanese woman and her young daughter. Danton was there along with a contingent of US military officers.
It was a frozen place…probably Antartica or the North Pole…The Japanese woman had dug a large square hole that descended in a series of steps…eventually to a mysterious underwater cavern filled with the most exotic species of human I have ever seen…they were amphibious and some of them had tiny wings between their shoulder blades…as if the wings were just starting to sprout…well the US military turned up and tried to take over…at one stage they tried to exclude us without success…they gave up after it became apparent that we could come and go to this mysterious place whenever we wanted…despite the blocks which they had set up.
Danton showed up after a while and we went for a walk in a park, wherein a series of sculptures and plaques had been set up to reveal the story of creation. One sculpture depicted a dying soldier and a picture…the picture of ‘I don’t know what’ was significant because it was not a sculpture and therefore not three dimensional. Another plaque upon which a tree had been embossed supposedly represented the tree of life. It was a fruit tree Sandy.
For some reason I had a hard time convincing Danton that these sculptural and pictorial arrangements described the book of Genesis in the Bible and then I woke up.
Another astral escapade took place in outback Australia. It was my job to look after some witchetty grubs hiding underneath the bark of the trees that were there. This proved to be quite difficult as a bunch of aboriginal people were making their way towards these trees with only one purpose in mind…to find and eat the witchety grubs hiding in them.
I only managed to save one…it was a big fat one. I hid it deep within the trunk of a tree and just in the nic of time too because a really mean looking, old aboriginal woman was headed my way and boy did she have an evil look in her eye.
And yet another escapade involved a house buying venture that went horribly wrong.
I was going to buy a house from Lee the special friend of one of my friends.
The house was situated in a very ugly, industrial type of neighborhood which should have set alarm bells ringing but oddly enough didn’t.
Moreover a friend of mine, who was accompanying me to see the house, was being pursued by a dangerous madman wielding a large phallic object.
Upon entering the house we were led to a very pleasant, sunny room overlooking the garden. There was a small square table and some chairs in the room and we all sat down and had a cup of tea.
Then Lee showed me the rest of the house…first we went down a hallway with a linoleum floor what was badly buckled… so much so that it resembled waves and it was dirty…the bedrooms of the house came off this hallway and the first one I saw did send alarm bells ringing…a dirty mattress on the floor piled with filthy sheets and blankets...I was thinking oh oh but trying to remain positive nevertheless.
Finally Lee took us into the main living area of the house…the lounge room. There was no furniture in it but there was a large fireplace in one corner of the room and large floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto a very pretty little garden shaded by large trees. It was very green and lush.
I could have lived in this house. The first room we saw was very nice, the hallway and bedrooms could have been fixed up but the sight of a nest of huge black birds sitting in a pile of shit, huddled around the fireplace really put me off…I was told they were peacocks which they obviously were not. I decided not to purchase the house after all.
In one more astral escapade, the details of which are very hazy…I revisited the house where I lived when my children were little.
At first site it looked exactly the same as I remember it…but during my visit there it got bigger and changed. By the end of my visit it bore no resemblance to the house that I remember and neither did the neighbourhood. At one point, half of it burnt down…I also met up with a bunch of relatives that I didn’t know but they were like my large extended family…that is all I remember of it…it was a while ago.
Friday, March 8, 2013
The Mayan Calender Ends
The Mayan Calender Ends
February 7 2013
Well the Mayan Calender did end on the 21 December 2012 without incident. So confident was I that nothing would happen on that fateful day late last year…I went to the Southern Coast for a beach holiday with Rob Millroy, Danton and Nico.
We visited the Skull Islands to be precise. I remember where I was the exact time it was supposed to end…11.30 in the morning. I was sitting on the beach about to go for a swim. It was a beautiful day. There were quite a few other people around…in the water and out of it.
We went for a walk along the beach later that day…Nico, Rob and I. We found a Tern lying exhausted on the sand and carried him up to where the vegetation starts on the sand dunes and stayed with him a while. The eagle showed us where he was.
The truth is time did end for me in 2010…but it is impossible to say exactly when…while I was on the Camino…or back in Kanak in November or December or perhaps in March the following year or in March 2012…there is something about the month of March…time waves crashing into eachother and so forth…the ides ect…you know about it Sandy…you wrote to me about it…the dogs being killed, the tyrannosaurus egg hatching…eating crushed up insects disguised as marmite and vomiting…remember.
An endless stream of points of singularity is what it felt like…it was a rollercoaster ride for me in Kanak as I know it was for you in Bargaloo Sandy.
Apart from the strangeness of the city, which has been documented so well by you Sandy…the first really weird thing that I noticed was the sound of grinding. This was on December 1 or 2 cannot remember exactly.
I got to thinking about my experiences with ‘the visitors’…how else can I describe them…can I truly call them alien…What is an alien? What is a human? What is a reptilian…I don’t know anymore.
Like you I was always too embarrassed to go public with my experiences…such is the level of shame and ridicule attached to such things…but I don’t care anymore…
I have nothing to lose. No credibility, so none to lose. In my own timeline… ( or is it )…nearly all my friends, my parents, extended family, ex-husband and his entire family think I am either a liar, loopy, a complete loser and in need of psychiatric help…so what the hell o…I don’t have a position to uphold, no boss, no good reputation to lose…nothing. I am what I am.
First off I had a strange meeting with a guy called Toby at the Hughes Shops…this would have been around about Dec 1 or 2. He asked us if we could hear a grinding noise. (I didn’t). He said it was coming from a nearby granite mine (I think I know the one…it is near the airport).
The thing is Sandy… I did hear that noise…that night or the next I can’t remember.
I should mention that for a few weeks I had the sensation of the ground moving under my feet…very disconcerting I can tell you. I had been having some terrible rows with Rob and he ended up moving out of my apartment…I did not see him for another ten days.
Danton and Nico were staying with me at the time and they actually kicked him out. It was very upsetting and to make matters worse I had no money and no food. Nico eventually went back to Fraser Isle because he was hungry.
I don’t know why I did it…but something, some little voice in my head told me to check my compass…I had heard so many stories about the poles shifting and I thought that could be the reason for the strange ground moving sensations I was experiencing…on the second floor!...also in the basement….so I did and sure enough it revealed that north was south and vice versa. Over the next ten days it would swing back to its original position. The next day I decided to do a double check on a compass at a shop called Kathmandu in the city centre. Same thing and the shop assistant was at a loss to explain it.
That night a thick blanket of cloud settled over the city and this time I did hear the rumblings from the granite mine…or were they?
Things got stranger and stranger…watching the news that night I noticed the newsreader was someone I had never seen before and for the next ten days I recognised no one…but more significantly was the news itself…I was expecting some announcement about the pole shift but heard nothing…instead chaos appeared to be raining down on the world. Fires were breaking out all over the place…seemingly out of the ground itself…a mass demonstration by ‘students protesting a hike in university fees’ had broken out in London…but this was no student protest. I have never seen a demo like it. Thousands of people wearing black and exhibiting extreme violence had taken to the streets. The riot police were out in full force and as far as I could see they were having a hard time controlling them. A car carrying Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles to a charity event was ambushed and attacked and I don’t like to think what happened next.
A ‘bus stop’ was set ablaze apparently and if that was the case it must have been a wooden structure and one would think that it would burn itself out after a while…but this ‘raging’ fire looked more like an oil well on fire.
The next day you would have thought we were living in lala land or something…the news reports re the ‘student demo’ showed pictures of people marching down the street smiling and waving plaquards…the sun shining ect…nothing resembling what I had seen the night before.
I kept on finding bits of paper all over the floor with strange clues. I was seeing things like an incredibly tall man in a long black coat and hat hovering by my computer or standing in the doorway….a thing resembling a very large hedgehog or echidna ( at last two feet high and three feet long) covered in metallic plates scuttled by me in the corridor outside my apartment…
Even the internet was different…it was a wonder it was still working or that I had any television reception at all but curiously I did.
I googled earth and the whole globe was literally covered in water…if that was the case then how come I’m still here and the city…Danton had a very vivid dream a few weeks later where he was flying high above a planet that had been totally scorched and was devoid of all life.
As you can imagine Sandy … I soon begin to seriously question the nature of my reality … if the world had been flooded and if Danton’s dream was any indication…subsequently scorched then why or how was I still alive … or was I?
The streets were strangely silent and devoid of people, but not utterly and the very few people still around did not seem to notice anything amiss…but it so obviously was. Why was I the only one who could see it?
It occurs to me now that the world in my old timeline did end and that I had slipped into an alternate reality or parallel time line. For ten days it was like this…but out in the suburbs it was business as usual. My friend Maya noticed nothing amiss and neither did anyone else I spoke to…I really started to lose the plot after that Sandy…I wondered if I was going mad…but I knew in my heart I wasn’t.
It was during this period that Julian Assange hit the news…his Wikileaks exposure and the sexual assault allegations in Sweden…
I remember wondering down to reception and grabbing a newspaper…OK I know I am not supposed to do this but I took it upstairs…desperate for some news about the apparent pole shift…but no… not a word about that…
There was a report about a stuff up with HAARP and how forty years later ‘they were still having to deal with it’…I went back downstairs and showed Melissa…she actually took the paper from me…and gosh I regret that I did not keep it…it would have been proof that I was not deluding myself.
“Look Melissa” I said…”what do you make of that”? She replied “yes that is a bit odd”. I left it with her and when I came back down a while later, the reception desk was closed.
So you see Sandy I was not the slightest bit concerned about December 21 2012…as far as I was concerned the world had already ended and it was business as usual.
March 8 2013
This whole business got me to thinking about life and death, the afterlife, the nature of our reality and consensus reality… specifically.
If our world is the product of consensus reality then what happens to that consensus reality if everyone on the planet dies at the same time. Would we even notice anything amiss?
With regards to the afterlife…what if there is no afterlife?…rather dimensions and parallel realities…so that when we die we just slip into another reality just like the one we’ve left behind…it would explain why it was business as usual after the world apparently ended…it was a depressing thought.
If I thought about death at all it would be terms of a release from the burdens and cares of physical existence…not more of the same.
Then I began to notice that Kanak was different…the same but different. Suddenly there were sculptures, engravings on the pavement and other odd things around that I had not noticed before. There was also a proliferation of new buildings around that I had not noticed before.
I remember particularly the very faint engravings on the pavement
opposite the Health Building on Alinga Street. They made no sense and they seemed quite stupid and pointless to me at first…unless they were code for something? So I made anagrams out of them and came up with some remarkable and rather insightful messages…to whom? I wondered.
For example the engravings directly opposite the Health Building…a line of engraved boxes that said things like…Health Service, Sweep up Cigarette Butts, Jumbo the Broomstick, Drop of Money and No more Men.
Health Service translates as ‘Hear this Christ’, Save Earth, Heal Earth, Create Earth’….and the rest ? Go figure I’ve written them down somewhere but cannot find them right now.
Further up towards Alinga Street and opposite the Post Office…more engravings such, ‘Mist on Black Mountain’ and ‘The Sun a Pale Blob above the Post Office’.
Mist on Black Mountain translates as… ‘The Black Sun in near. It is not too late to save us Atalanta. Be aware. Look at the star to the west. Look north into Black. Look on the lines. Make a cross. Settle the score. Be as one’.
And…A Pale Blob above the Post Office translates as… ‘See to the east Atalanta. The face of evil in a pale blue pool. Black water from below comes this way. It will eat all. All will be lost. Stop it as soon as possible Atalanta. Love the one opposite. Turn hate to love. Love can win. Love can save. Love will unite the two suns of the sun’.
Ok I gave myself some artistic licence with this one re the letter W. I figured that V could also be considered half of a W because of the pole flip and the close proximity of a parallel world at that time.
During this time and due to extreme negative reaction to my theories and propositions that I was the only one who noticed anything amiss…I started to doubt what I was seeing and feeling. Much to my pleasant surprise I met two people during my travels up north who were aware of the ‘situation’…a man in Lismore…no not a hippie resident. He borrowed a towel from us so he could wash his feet. He was visitor to the town like myself…and a woman in Cairns who was not only aware of such goings on but knew others who were as well…she said “we are all struggling with it”. I thought phew I am not the only one besides my friend and compatriot Robert Millroy.
Another thing I should mention…I took my first picture of an orb at Hornillos in Spain…in the sports hall to be precise and took photographs of many more in Kanak over the next two years. For a while there, it became impossible to take a picture that did not have an orb in it…but lately…none….I have not taken a single picture in the last few months that has an orb in it.
If our solar system was travelling through a region of spaces with lots of orbs in it then clearly it has left that region of space or…I don’t know why I don’t see orbs in my photos anymore…maybe they were spirit beings or…what?
February 7 2013
Well the Mayan Calender did end on the 21 December 2012 without incident. So confident was I that nothing would happen on that fateful day late last year…I went to the Southern Coast for a beach holiday with Rob Millroy, Danton and Nico.
We visited the Skull Islands to be precise. I remember where I was the exact time it was supposed to end…11.30 in the morning. I was sitting on the beach about to go for a swim. It was a beautiful day. There were quite a few other people around…in the water and out of it.
We went for a walk along the beach later that day…Nico, Rob and I. We found a Tern lying exhausted on the sand and carried him up to where the vegetation starts on the sand dunes and stayed with him a while. The eagle showed us where he was.
The truth is time did end for me in 2010…but it is impossible to say exactly when…while I was on the Camino…or back in Kanak in November or December or perhaps in March the following year or in March 2012…there is something about the month of March…time waves crashing into eachother and so forth…the ides ect…you know about it Sandy…you wrote to me about it…the dogs being killed, the tyrannosaurus egg hatching…eating crushed up insects disguised as marmite and vomiting…remember.
An endless stream of points of singularity is what it felt like…it was a rollercoaster ride for me in Kanak as I know it was for you in Bargaloo Sandy.
Apart from the strangeness of the city, which has been documented so well by you Sandy…the first really weird thing that I noticed was the sound of grinding. This was on December 1 or 2 cannot remember exactly.
I got to thinking about my experiences with ‘the visitors’…how else can I describe them…can I truly call them alien…What is an alien? What is a human? What is a reptilian…I don’t know anymore.
Like you I was always too embarrassed to go public with my experiences…such is the level of shame and ridicule attached to such things…but I don’t care anymore…
I have nothing to lose. No credibility, so none to lose. In my own timeline… ( or is it )…nearly all my friends, my parents, extended family, ex-husband and his entire family think I am either a liar, loopy, a complete loser and in need of psychiatric help…so what the hell o…I don’t have a position to uphold, no boss, no good reputation to lose…nothing. I am what I am.
First off I had a strange meeting with a guy called Toby at the Hughes Shops…this would have been around about Dec 1 or 2. He asked us if we could hear a grinding noise. (I didn’t). He said it was coming from a nearby granite mine (I think I know the one…it is near the airport).
The thing is Sandy… I did hear that noise…that night or the next I can’t remember.
I should mention that for a few weeks I had the sensation of the ground moving under my feet…very disconcerting I can tell you. I had been having some terrible rows with Rob and he ended up moving out of my apartment…I did not see him for another ten days.
Danton and Nico were staying with me at the time and they actually kicked him out. It was very upsetting and to make matters worse I had no money and no food. Nico eventually went back to Fraser Isle because he was hungry.
I don’t know why I did it…but something, some little voice in my head told me to check my compass…I had heard so many stories about the poles shifting and I thought that could be the reason for the strange ground moving sensations I was experiencing…on the second floor!...also in the basement….so I did and sure enough it revealed that north was south and vice versa. Over the next ten days it would swing back to its original position. The next day I decided to do a double check on a compass at a shop called Kathmandu in the city centre. Same thing and the shop assistant was at a loss to explain it.
That night a thick blanket of cloud settled over the city and this time I did hear the rumblings from the granite mine…or were they?
Things got stranger and stranger…watching the news that night I noticed the newsreader was someone I had never seen before and for the next ten days I recognised no one…but more significantly was the news itself…I was expecting some announcement about the pole shift but heard nothing…instead chaos appeared to be raining down on the world. Fires were breaking out all over the place…seemingly out of the ground itself…a mass demonstration by ‘students protesting a hike in university fees’ had broken out in London…but this was no student protest. I have never seen a demo like it. Thousands of people wearing black and exhibiting extreme violence had taken to the streets. The riot police were out in full force and as far as I could see they were having a hard time controlling them. A car carrying Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles to a charity event was ambushed and attacked and I don’t like to think what happened next.
A ‘bus stop’ was set ablaze apparently and if that was the case it must have been a wooden structure and one would think that it would burn itself out after a while…but this ‘raging’ fire looked more like an oil well on fire.
The next day you would have thought we were living in lala land or something…the news reports re the ‘student demo’ showed pictures of people marching down the street smiling and waving plaquards…the sun shining ect…nothing resembling what I had seen the night before.
I kept on finding bits of paper all over the floor with strange clues. I was seeing things like an incredibly tall man in a long black coat and hat hovering by my computer or standing in the doorway….a thing resembling a very large hedgehog or echidna ( at last two feet high and three feet long) covered in metallic plates scuttled by me in the corridor outside my apartment…
Even the internet was different…it was a wonder it was still working or that I had any television reception at all but curiously I did.
I googled earth and the whole globe was literally covered in water…if that was the case then how come I’m still here and the city…Danton had a very vivid dream a few weeks later where he was flying high above a planet that had been totally scorched and was devoid of all life.
As you can imagine Sandy … I soon begin to seriously question the nature of my reality … if the world had been flooded and if Danton’s dream was any indication…subsequently scorched then why or how was I still alive … or was I?
The streets were strangely silent and devoid of people, but not utterly and the very few people still around did not seem to notice anything amiss…but it so obviously was. Why was I the only one who could see it?
It occurs to me now that the world in my old timeline did end and that I had slipped into an alternate reality or parallel time line. For ten days it was like this…but out in the suburbs it was business as usual. My friend Maya noticed nothing amiss and neither did anyone else I spoke to…I really started to lose the plot after that Sandy…I wondered if I was going mad…but I knew in my heart I wasn’t.
It was during this period that Julian Assange hit the news…his Wikileaks exposure and the sexual assault allegations in Sweden…
I remember wondering down to reception and grabbing a newspaper…OK I know I am not supposed to do this but I took it upstairs…desperate for some news about the apparent pole shift…but no… not a word about that…
There was a report about a stuff up with HAARP and how forty years later ‘they were still having to deal with it’…I went back downstairs and showed Melissa…she actually took the paper from me…and gosh I regret that I did not keep it…it would have been proof that I was not deluding myself.
“Look Melissa” I said…”what do you make of that”? She replied “yes that is a bit odd”. I left it with her and when I came back down a while later, the reception desk was closed.
So you see Sandy I was not the slightest bit concerned about December 21 2012…as far as I was concerned the world had already ended and it was business as usual.
March 8 2013
This whole business got me to thinking about life and death, the afterlife, the nature of our reality and consensus reality… specifically.
If our world is the product of consensus reality then what happens to that consensus reality if everyone on the planet dies at the same time. Would we even notice anything amiss?
With regards to the afterlife…what if there is no afterlife?…rather dimensions and parallel realities…so that when we die we just slip into another reality just like the one we’ve left behind…it would explain why it was business as usual after the world apparently ended…it was a depressing thought.
If I thought about death at all it would be terms of a release from the burdens and cares of physical existence…not more of the same.
Then I began to notice that Kanak was different…the same but different. Suddenly there were sculptures, engravings on the pavement and other odd things around that I had not noticed before. There was also a proliferation of new buildings around that I had not noticed before.
I remember particularly the very faint engravings on the pavement
opposite the Health Building on Alinga Street. They made no sense and they seemed quite stupid and pointless to me at first…unless they were code for something? So I made anagrams out of them and came up with some remarkable and rather insightful messages…to whom? I wondered.
For example the engravings directly opposite the Health Building…a line of engraved boxes that said things like…Health Service, Sweep up Cigarette Butts, Jumbo the Broomstick, Drop of Money and No more Men.
Health Service translates as ‘Hear this Christ’, Save Earth, Heal Earth, Create Earth’….and the rest ? Go figure I’ve written them down somewhere but cannot find them right now.
Further up towards Alinga Street and opposite the Post Office…more engravings such, ‘Mist on Black Mountain’ and ‘The Sun a Pale Blob above the Post Office’.
Mist on Black Mountain translates as… ‘The Black Sun in near. It is not too late to save us Atalanta. Be aware. Look at the star to the west. Look north into Black. Look on the lines. Make a cross. Settle the score. Be as one’.
And…A Pale Blob above the Post Office translates as… ‘See to the east Atalanta. The face of evil in a pale blue pool. Black water from below comes this way. It will eat all. All will be lost. Stop it as soon as possible Atalanta. Love the one opposite. Turn hate to love. Love can win. Love can save. Love will unite the two suns of the sun’.
Ok I gave myself some artistic licence with this one re the letter W. I figured that V could also be considered half of a W because of the pole flip and the close proximity of a parallel world at that time.
During this time and due to extreme negative reaction to my theories and propositions that I was the only one who noticed anything amiss…I started to doubt what I was seeing and feeling. Much to my pleasant surprise I met two people during my travels up north who were aware of the ‘situation’…a man in Lismore…no not a hippie resident. He borrowed a towel from us so he could wash his feet. He was visitor to the town like myself…and a woman in Cairns who was not only aware of such goings on but knew others who were as well…she said “we are all struggling with it”. I thought phew I am not the only one besides my friend and compatriot Robert Millroy.
Another thing I should mention…I took my first picture of an orb at Hornillos in Spain…in the sports hall to be precise and took photographs of many more in Kanak over the next two years. For a while there, it became impossible to take a picture that did not have an orb in it…but lately…none….I have not taken a single picture in the last few months that has an orb in it.
If our solar system was travelling through a region of spaces with lots of orbs in it then clearly it has left that region of space or…I don’t know why I don’t see orbs in my photos anymore…maybe they were spirit beings or…what?
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