Writings came to me as a name after I was prompted to write my thoughts down during lockdown 2020.

I was directly encouraged by my meditation teacher of twenty years who was given the strong message that I needed to start writing again.

They are written in part to satisfy my own natural human need to make sense of the information war we have become subjected to at this point in time and at our own expense.

Like many of us during lockdown with all the dis and misinformation out there it began the journey of looking inward to find the truth while absorbing what I could outwardly using my critical mind to get 2020 vision.

2021 Writings
These have been shortened but you can listen to the full version of any of the prerecorded 2021 writings on my (click on this link) facebook page.
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2020 Writings

These are some of the complete writings as 2020 has come and gone although many of them were written with no particular time frame in mind.Literary diary reflecting on the difficult times we can all identify with since the lock downs and global pandemic restrictions began.

June 2021

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Eating porridge in the morning
Rooftops of traditional Chinese houses
Many narratives woven in between the tipping point for humanity
Many people many points of view
Narratives stolen and distorted
Half and three quarter truths
In the wake of the super full blood moon eclipse in Sagittarius
Rise Humanity Rise
For the new solar eclipse in Gemini will see
Many more like you and me
No longer clinging to old world narratives
Of a conditioned past

May 2021

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A sword is in its scabbard
It is ready
The very sweet smell of Daphne flower
A person in spirit is skipping freely in joy
Behind a blue shield that was once a mask
That they have taken off untethered

It is time to follow the lead of the ghosts and spirits
Against those behind the mainstream media
That impose restrictions that will not stick
Humanity is aligning with the angels now
Not behind the facade of the
New Normal but the Realigned

There is a ring with stones on it
A giant ring and people are its gems
Standing on a platform
Getting the message out
Binding humanity into a marriage
Of the truth that cannot be told openly
They are the gems and the truth speakers
who will bind our future commitment

These people are uniting now
And the sword is ready to slay
The perpetrators of false intentions
There is a crack in the cage that imprisons us
And he light is streaming in
So soon the cage will break open
For a new humanity

A blue corona in the sky
A part of the galaxy
Now visible
To the naked eye
Blends into the sun
Or does the sun come before
And reflect illumination on the core

Things in the universe are on the move
Plants and animals know
There is a recharge
Like my friends battery that just went flat
And then got restored once more

Time to contemplate the universe
And consciousness of the Big One
Little Ones
For all is before you now
The door is open wide
To explore the universe
Of multiple dimensions
Rather than by perceptions
And guesswork

Sometimes recognizing our humanity
Feels like a tree in a desert
With a long trunk that stretches out of sight
Before the foliage begins
To spread out like a canopy umbrella
To shelter all
That live in its shade

Just as we too have to get beyond our limitations
And stretch up into the blue sky while our feet
Remain firmly planted in the earth.
Just as we sometimes feel the effort of getting there
Before we can finally
Spread out and celebrate

On an endless journey
There are so many scars and battle wounds
We can lose sight of where we were destined to go
Before we realise who we really are.

When you feel an imbalance within yourself
Use these tools to send concentrated beams of the rainbow spectrum
Into those parts that need structural re alignment
Become aware of all of your senses
Which one is dominant?
Bring the others up to the same frequency
If it is smell add light and seeing
If it is sound add smell and taste and touch
Eventually all the senses will begin to reactivate..at once
And your life will once again return to vibrance
And so the vibration is raised

A time as we know it is moving
As events unfold
As the media remains a permanent block to
The truth of what is changing
Humanity is again forced by an unseen hand
To turn inwards
To search the far reaches of the soul
To unbind from those systems
And beliefs and people
That have controlled us

April 2021

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When the hand holds a crystal ball but it is black
Or the hand that cups the moon has gone dark
It is not easy to go into the future and see
The brightness of a new world coming

Until the fairy lights come on inside the ball
To show a celebration at night
That will mark the beginning of
Something new and exciting
Out of something old and decayed

A mist comes in
To envelope a small herbal lavender plant
Like a giant hand recognising and reaching down
To even the most humble conscious living thing

A spinning umbrella from underneath
Where only the framework is left
A hovering craft with a humming noise
Opens a portal to spotlight the ground
Near the plant

Like an automated eye
Looking at a simple plant
With the power to relieve anxiety
One of natures masterpieces

More craft saucers this time
At a greater height but below cloud
Scanning the landscape

Green foliage leaf
Jesus and the Ascended Masters
Candle white glowing white and expanding
Michael and the Angelic Realm
Lights dual street lamps
Divine assistance

The spinning top is moving fast
The colours of the rainbow turn to white
There is an energy and vibration
That is visible and creates a wave
of expanding dimensions
From the centre

All manner of things are on the move now
Even as we hold our hands in prayer
There is an electrical energy field
Emanating from that intention

A V shape
V for vaccine
Heavily loaded letter of the alphabet
Sometimes we have to take a break
And rise above the narrative war
That brings about our inertia
Taking a break is
Sometimes all it takes to turn a V
Back into a peace sign
Or reverse the F..K you

We are up against
All things in polarity
In order to find a way
To make peace with ourselves
And the human race

Children embrace each other
As innocent babies
They share their love
With extended family
There is no reason to be afraid
Their love is powerful and it penetrates
We have to remember
Love without fear
Even though
We are heavily traumatized
As long as we can remember the innocence
Of love
We can return there.
We can create many things
But without the innocence of love
There is no meaning
It is what drives us
To stay alive

March 2021

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The rainbow is like a jagged flame
Of a gasfire…gaslit
So many variations of the true source of humanity
God and what it is to be human being

The gas flame is not a true rainbow
Even though it can show the light spectrum
Those rainbows are the mirage within the flame
That could be luciferin in explanation

Gaslit by the mirrors and mirages
Of the snippets of information
Passed down to a humanity
Who cries out to be released from that flame
From being gaslit

A false flower
Anzac poppy
Made of wire
Clasping a gem at its centre
Measure of past events created
A sign that life was once there
But how long ago

We have no need for Ned Kelly now
Was he really who they said he was
A warrior for the underdog
On the outback highways
A symbol of uprising
Against a corrupt government
Where outlawed people took their power back
By donning home made armour
To fight a visible war
In front of the mass of humanity

Was Ned Kelly the infamous criminal
Put on a pedestal
By an oppressed people
At a difficult point
In Australian history

A broken piece of the jigsaw puzzle
Has an elephant on it
The elephant becomes real
In the wildlife
Trumpeting at the joy
Of its own freedom
Playing in the mud and puddles
Beneath its feet

It is flooding in real time
All over New South Wales
It could be seen
As divine intervention
Regarding the vaccine rollout
Being pulled into another emergency
Will force our government hand
Who will delay their plans briefly

A giant pill sitting
On the spike of a mountain
Becomes the magic pill
People are praying for
The pill is sitting at the tip
Of hands in prayer
But what are we praying for
A magic bullet ?
Now the pill
Turns into a bullet
Big and brassy
Like the agenda behind it
Not designed to help us

Antiquated technology or a bio weapon
Wrong weapon for warriors
On a tiny virus
Fed by misinformation
And government agendas
To get us to comply
To yet another thing that will take us under

An image icon of a house
Like a loan finance logo
That becomes real
At least the chimney is three dimensional
And the rest is clearing
The scent of someone beautiful
New and yet familiar
Time of unexpected events
And new meetings
A newcomer in ones life
The kids in the playground outside
Are screaming over a footie match
Intermittently between the screech of a black bird
Probably a magpie
Its not so bad here

February 2021

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A flower comes out
Of a top hat
It is a rose
Is it a real flower or a trick
The mists of illusion
Are still around
The image half submerged
But it is emerging
As the mists recede
It becomes clearer
Propellers of war fuselages
But there is no plane
We are being shown half truths
So that we will slip
Back into illusion
By imagining the rest
With our conditioned minds
Meanwhile the real story
Slips back into the mists of time

A stick is planted above the ground
In a huge tilled open field
It is twilight
Was it the moon the sun
A planet or a UFO
Flying away from the site

Symbol of hope
Above the ground will begin again
The twig or olive leaf plant
Has been planted
Many images pass by
Overlapping in my mind
Each has a story or thread
Of what has just happened
And is still playing out

But it is overlapping
Many will be damaged
By the illusions
Perpetrated on the masses
But now the truth
Has been planted
Above the ground
It only has to grow and prosper
One day the field
Will be green again

The baby that you missed so sadly
Still occupying a space in that cavity
Needs to be acknowledged
Your body remembers or
Still holds the memory

The witches hat is also
A spire and a pyramid
The geometric shape has significance
Not as an obelisk but the female equivalent
Used throughout eons
As sacred geometry in ancient times

The body remembers interference
From eons ago
As a female
Yet throughout history
The misinformation perpetrated upon us
Still exists

The underneath of a bowl that feeds us
Behind which are watches
With crooked noses and warts
Around a pot of another kind
Are made out to be the perpetrators
Dammed by the dammers

Such an ugly image
To prevent the divine feminine
From shining throughout
Or rising out of the distorted
Darkness of the underworlds

What could be a posie of flowers
Turns into something more ominous
But yet unseen as to what it is
I am aware that I am spun out
And need to stay grounded
By finding a routine
Of meditation and relaxation
It is not over yet
It has only just begun
Rings in my ears
I am alone in the mountains
La Nina rain outside again
My lawns grow too quickly
What will this season bring

Angel fish
Orange and white stripe
Clown fish
Messenger of the ocean
As above so below
A beacon to the reef
Home of the newborn
Cradle of birth
Practice with good will
What will bring harmony and balance
To the delicate balance that is life

January 2021

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A city skyline
Melts in the middle of the horizon
Like plastic and liquifies into the ground or water
In front of it
And then turns into an image
Or a mould
Of an art piece from byzantine times

A monk or holy person with a halo
Two monks surrounded by halos
Begin to move towards each other
In combat and then become one
Like ideologies that melt into one
From dual or false narratives perpetrated over eons

A stained glass window divided
Into four parts
Each makes reference to current
Cancel culture
As there is nothing in each part
A hand reaches up
As if to put something there but
The jaws of a strange carnivorous fish
Eating smaller fish
That have laid in its jaws
Has multiple teeth

The world as we know it is unravelling
There are those who would seek
To rewrite their own narratives into antiquity

A bird comes with a quill in its beak
To write on paper something that
Was not written from earlier times
Sometime during the eighteenth century

A fist opens in front of a cave entrance
And reveals an old sage at a writing desk
Who looks up when he sees the light at the entrance
All will be revealed from a dark cave
When the light is shed upon it.
The entrance is opened by a determined hand
That holds the truth tightly and yet lets go lightly

There is a celebration surrounding a wreath of flowers
A ceremony from ancient times
In the distance an explosion lights up the sky

Spinning wheel of laser light
Multi-wheel is an energetic re-calibrating
Remagnetising tool
Held over the body
It rotates and realigns

Hand held behind a smudge stick
Pushes it towards me
It becomes a papyrus scroll as it comes closer
The walls behind it huge and ancient
Become visible

Something fits into pharaohs times
As the stones sit into each other
Each stone is taller
Than a human and weighing tons
They are saying read the hieroglyphs
It is time

Green leaves sprout sideways
Italian meal celebration
Vatican oppression is gone
Life has lightened
Bounced back into new life and freedom

Blotches of rain
On the camera lens
From where I am filming
A single person on a park bench
Looking at water
But it is just a still life

The water is not running
Breaking through the illusion of mask wearing
That look like bird beaks
With no breathing apparatus

A flower is growing within a plant
Time exposure
It becomes closer and brighter
But it has a stem at a right angle
Bent to the right
I think about it
As it straightens its self up
I am staring at the veins in the stem
It is very strong

Just as one starts off
Growing awareness of the flower
From a distance
The flower is our awareness growing
Where we have become bent
We can straighten up
As we get stronger and closer
To the truth

December 2020

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Bottom end of a lunar solar eclipse is visible beneath a cloud
Lit by the hidden Sunday it is an energy shift and a rebalance
Feels like coming out of madness in mainstream creating the storm
A child on a swing in a school yard is enclosed by bars
Symbols of the lack of freedom we will be leaving to the next generation
If we continue this way being dictated to from the outside and caged from the inside
A vine growing is growth from another part of my mind only visible in a flash
Sit quietly the change is from within a new world is coming
Not of their making but the elephant who never forgets reveals the elephant in the room
Symbols of another culture a tyre on the runway only a plane journey away
But still grounded

A stool- with squat legs and hands that left the stool for the spirit rising
A peacock with tail feathers down but feather on its head arch up
It is running like a bush fowl thinking about Tomomi
And Japanese ceremonies for the dearly departed
A copper pot is like an urn the lid comes off to send
Her beautiful soul to join the others
In the solar system which becomes visible once the lid is lifted
Ceremonies from another culture which are enriching and refreshing
As ours may or may not be to theirs death is but a cycle and a release
From this state to the next we come from another state
Pass through this one and rejoin the other state
On the other side back to the stars
A Japanese fan hides the mouth but not the eyes
A ceremony that is completed with a white swan
Majestic with feathers displayed behind it
Moving down a river with head bowed
Leaving us in awe of the majestic
Grace the reverence and honour combined
Such is the weight of the state of being as we pass
And the beauty of such a sacred point between time as we know it
And the everlasting manifestation of the great creator so soon and yet with such grace

How will the governments cover up the disasters as the numbers rise
The ones affected by the vaccine will outnumber the ones who haven’t been
The fear could drive more vaccine in some while others pray over bowls
While they take the jab there is a sense of uneasy quietness
A deathly compliance of lambs that could go to the slaughter
Silently Silence of the Lambs
Then there will be a massive moon or sun arising over the earth
Like we are in a shuttle coming into land on another planet
Like earth is being towed and hitchhiking to a new orbit
All of this will make sense in the longer term
But the days of the darkness of communication breakdown
Are upon us now it seems out of orbit, or out of control
Of ourselves while the rollout continues

A brick on the ground and another to better balance
Essential in this time do nothing until you have a solid foundation
In yourself and your life to stay balanced when the world
Is fragmented and out of balance collapsing- is beginning to show
Things are broken and we pay more the state of flux makes us tired
People are precious to compare notes with to congregate and discuss
A plan for renewal in difficult times
The brain can seem interfered with even in the absence
Of mind altering drugs extreme weather catastrophic events
Are but mild symptom of a bigger disease
A paper origami boat on a real ocean
Is not a practical solution but merely an idea

It is not hard to pick holes in the short comings of other’s friends or enemies
There will be so many it is a sieve that cannot hold water
Time to look at our own reasons for not being able to rise above the
Negative influences of the outside and Inside worlds that nag us and keep us under control
Where is the trauma- what is the fear why is the voice so loud some days and others are easy
We are all full of idiosyncrasies and therefore open to manipulation
Inner strength in facing your own demons and making sure they don’t contribute
To the negative energetic noise stay calm little one stay calm and at peace
In your own home your space- no matter how humble
Is sacred to your well being the beauty of humanity is on the rise if you know where to find it
Amid the drone of everyday enslavement we have so willingly conceded to
But that is not all the picture Just pieces of the puzzle coming together
For now have patience all will be revealed

November 2020

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The cockroaches got under my skin so me and my friend were pulling them out
They mutated between a cockroach and a tick and embed their huge bodies into our flesh
Leaving feelers exposed or bottoms up as if they were testing the air
Half on three quarters submerged- eating
At the other end of the mattress we were asleep on
There was another friend waving half submerged in the springs
I felt I must go and save them and I said this to the other friend
But I was too late I realised after I pulled them out and see
They had already been eaten from the waist down
I woke myself up this morning screaming
I will not let the cockroaches under my skin again
Cockroaches are the agenda of deep state
That have infiltrated our movements taken over what’s left and green
Eaten us from the inside out to the point that we have to keep pulling them out
Before they get in too deep and take away our lives
The mattress is the sleeping state of humanity that still believes
There are no mutations of our movements no infiltration beneath our skin no agenda to destroy us
We try to wake up when we are half submerged in the mattress
Waving to be saved but already half destroyed by the pestilence of a decayed globalist society

With the help of female spider I managed to keep the negative gaslighting
Away and could absorb myself in the meaning of the decrees
Getting practice for stronger balance I had thoughts of those who have
Been further down the rabbit hole of gaslighting and have seen the light
And now no longer wanting to be a part of war against humanity
What a horrific insight what a journey back to balance
It would be I imagine Impressive if Elon Musk is really
One of the ones no longer compliant in this nightmare for humanity planned
What a force for good he could eventually be
He would probably understand the lack of trust that would dog him
From the people he now wishes to rejoin how many of us would understand
His journey back to being part of the human race after all we are all full of pitfalls
Temptations too comprehensive to understand that is a big life lesson for one man

Ceilings and fans and a giant Indian figurine lamp
With hands above the head.Shiva?
People walking about their business on a street in New Dehli
Crisp white clothing against weather beaten old streets
A ladder in a loft at twilight and the pitch of the roof beams
But they are not enclosed by the roof it’s self
A bed in the loft on the floor is unmade
The scissors and the other instruments are taken away
From the scene of an operation
As if a giant cone shape has moved them off the scene
And out of sight away from the image
Of calmness and stillness where they do not exist
So the person in the loft can only rest easily and peacefully
Where fears of something nasty coming to get them doesn’t exist
A good night’s sleep under a blanket of stars is the remedy for a scattered mind
Fragmented by energies bombarding and pushing the nervous system into fight or flight
When all the invading energy is removed and when the state of stillness and peace is restored
By a calm environment that engenders a calm state of mind

A facial recognition box comes up in the middle of a huge
White mist or cloud but it is turned sideways
The face is looking to the left I am also thinking of the Melbourne cup
With no one at the stadium the race and then the horse gets put down
I remember an old song Zagar and Evans in the year 25 25
Who needs to wait that long when 25 20 is already like this
What we need to change is obvious to get our balance back as a human race
What is not obvious is the amount of time it has taken to get to this point
That we have to make a quick turn around
We are needing extreme tolerance for extreme attitudes
About extreme measures being taken for a virus pandemic
That has been taken to an extreme
I wonder how long before the virus Is no longer the excuse for being extreme
We need democracy in balance not high alert

When the flag turns to flame but still waves in the breeze
And the moon appears from behind a cloud as full
The dawn of the age of Aquarius will have begun
All manner of deceptively will be laid bare
And the light at the end of the tunnel
Resembles a sick bed with nobody in it
All manner of things natural will be in the shadows
Until the lighthouse switches on
Inside the lighthouse looking out
The ocean stretches as far as the eye can see and it is calm
From a perspective of greater height we can see further and beyond
The monsters that crawl like mice with alien eyes
Half robotic mutations from a big one age
The true new millennium will have begun
Once we stop being fixated on smaller things
That make us want to jump on chairs and screech

October 2020

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Sweeping clean the stomach floor with a straw broom
Activating and beginning to love and harmonize
The parts of the light body that go out of synchronization through self-abuse ignorance and ignoring
The gut feelings perpetrated by outer abuse and memories as the other brain- is in our stomach
A plane is gliding silently in the sky not ominous like a drone can be but nevertheless unmanned
I am looking through a maize of trees from underneath
But then I realise they are my veins and I can see them as my flesh is transparent
There is a creature like a ninja turtle coming towards me through a tunnel
But it is not cartoon as I can see its soft underbelly
Like a huge strange creature standing on its hind legs
Is it the hero come to rescue the children from the underground facilities
A tree blowing almost sideways above the ground
It is dusk and I am expecting a full moon though it is a grey night
All that has been so active below the ground Is only visible by the signs of strange weather
And cycles of the moon above

Daffodils fall out of a brown paper bag dropped on the pavement
August has come and gone and the sun has become very piercing
As it begins to move in over the earth where there is a lack of ozone
Not from climate change but electromagnetic frequencies
As satellites break the ozone down political promises are laid waste
In the coming of an ancient prophecy that is spoken of by traditional cultures
A totem pole has wings as many things have come to pass
Where the clouds partially block the moon on an otherwise bright night
The stuff of ghosts goblins during Halloween or the uncovering of that myth and narrative
There are new structures appearing out of the fog in daytime
There is a plane showing its jet propeller as things are afoot but not in the way we think
Behind the iron curtain over Russia which is now China’s deep state.

Telecom wires come out of a wall like claws grabbing a light globe
A big digger- earth moving machine has a grabber too that looks like teeth
A cockroach is irritated in unnatural soil and the leaf that comes out of the ground
Is digitalized with a barcode or mini chip none of us want to live like that
Completely automated in a desert with forces that are pushing us that way
Will eventually implode upon themselves and more on from this planet leaving
Whatever independent life force is left that Is not controlled by artificial intelligence

So it does not serve their ultimate purpose but to implode upon themselves and
There is another way that requires humanity to grow up
Beginning with waking up and taking back control
The race is on whether you call it evil against life however you translate it
We need to move beyond the paradigm counter propaganda alone cannot drain the swamp
When the creature is in our head

A fairy tale city with spires and aqua blue at each peak
A scroll unwinds like a cartoon edit and I see Disneyland
To think all that innocent glitz would hide a pile of maggots
Being cultivated in a bucket there is a flower
Spreading across a pond but It doesn’t look like a pond plant
It could be an acacia bush that hides the water source
There is a rose hidden on the underside of old world industrial machinery
Underneath the cog things are not as they seem
But there is a silver lining and a promise of protection for the natural world
For all her adaptability Is a blessing that will prevail
The industrial age and the machine has now turned into
A giant water wheel maybe a paddle steamer
These things can still help us navigate our way out of turbulent times into calmer safer waters

20 degree obtuse angle and puss from that side rises to the surface
Things are being measured through a protractor
hat tries to order the natural world in some way to control it
But the natural world just keeps growing and doing its thing anyway
The person with the protractor is holding it up against a window
But they’re inside trying to understand and control the outside
Like an autistic child brilliant but obsessed with angles and protractors
Locked away in their own version of reality they cannot be part of outside
Because of their isolation they are forced to be locked up
By some unforeseen force within crying for a connection they cannot seem to make
There is a city out there that has been made from the vision of the autistic child
All rubber and plastic and superimposed upon
There is an Indian man- physician who is around me- who has been aware
Of the process toward smart cities
He is from a place oriental where the mosques and temples still exist in their true form
His energy is a sigh of relief as he helps to make sense of the two worlds
For the child and for us who are forced to live in the unreality
Created by the mathematical calculations
Another Indian man with a white beard speaking with a lilt
Unravels the mathematical calculations In his speech
The word matrix has an X at the end which is the crossover point
Between construction and deconstruction
It sits at the end of a structure to mark the spot
The tipping point from where things can become balanced or rebalanced
The crew outside my window is suddenly very loud bossing the smaller birds or are they complaining
About the interference in his domain they seem unafraid of him as usual
I have yet to understand the dynamics of their relationship
According to the natural laws of flight and space

September 2020

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There is a wreath HMS something..all these events was there another story behind the story told
How dark must it get beneath the ocean of human consciousness
Before we are willing to bring these things up to the surface out of the depths and into the light
There is a hand on a door handle saying once you know you don’t have to go down the rabbit hole twice
To uncover the truth that humanity has been lied to while living in an illusion and a bubble on the surface
But when you have been to the depths and back you realise how we became manipulated
By fear and depravity many eons ago cut off from the waist down in our light bodies
Or cut off from the waist up it seems surely the gut feelings that know
Something is wrong with the narrative Is where we must start to rescue ourselves from
We are all composed of light and dark once we know this about ourselves
It is just a matter of bringing ourselves back Into the light body connected
Trauma and abuse that we remember from this life or another one
Doesn’t have to be a negative trigger but a call to stand back up and be in our own power
Once we have done it then we have an opportunity to be more compassionately aware
Of the journey others will have to make to reconcile their own soul with the truth
This way the darkness will come up naturally and the demons of the past being recreated in this time
Can be finally cast out and back into the past millennium of the human story

Thumbs up goes the cartoon character with a big fat hand
There’s a broken window many floors up on a skyscraper
There’s a leaking pipe that needs rewelding
The millipede is curling its tail hanging from the green branch
The cartoon man is back I see his face has a funny handlebar moustache
Something is coming out of the side of what could be a spaceship
All 3D under construction with surveillance
A plinth on a Roman or Greek temple door frame and a metal towel rail
There is a lot going on but it is fragmented and nothing is coming together as yet
Scattered but with some hope for the future like there is an alternative plan
But I need my reading glasses
Meanwhile I take refuge in this funny little town

Obtuse angle for building specifications
Analogue clock at 10 am has red hands
Empty shopping carts in a bubble and a car seat with no driver
A hamburger with a meat pattie that could be real but could be 3 D printed
A page of writing with an old fashioned ink pen
Today was multilayered so I couldn’t write
On anything specific.
While it was still forming

It had been known for many years this time would come
It was written in our DNA- our ancestors they are saying to us
Now you understand why it was so important many generations ago
WWII and before our grandparents knew the inevitability of another war
Under this regime you know where you are meant to be
At this time they are telling us we have prepared you in the old ways
Just as every tribe and race has had the opportunity even when thwarted
To prepare their young ones for this in their own way
The old regime of control is about to implode
There are wheels and an axle but no vehicle anymore
Focus on the axle and not the turning wheels
Which can only take you left or right
But the axle is the only thing left to keep things upright
And stop the wheels from falling over

Sickle moon mounted like an ornament
And a hatchling of chickens in a star shape as they have hatched
A hook beneath the ocean is rusted in the murky water
Shooting stars that look cylindrical or asteriods
With 5G cylinders stuck to them
The wheel turns on a child’s toy blown by the wind
The grass has grown longer fresh and green by my garden hose
The change we have been waiting for has already started
My heart is with the Uluru and Uluru is the heart
I see small wheels and tent guide ropes
In my life and in my meditations because things are beginning to move
Soon we will be on the journey back to the mother of all mothers
When the pleidians gate way hovers over the rock
The light of all lights will be switching on natural magnetic grid to re balance the earth
Leaving 5 G and all these man-made artefacts and their satellites for dead

August 2020

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Welcome dear one for we are united beyond time
But trying to recreate the time machinery artificially
Is to play russian roulette with our life
And often causes our passing
You have always known you can step into the future
As you do it many times in your sleep
What you recreate in your waking life as human beings
Is but a reflection of the bigger picture

When we are grieving for the ones that we shared happy times with and that we love
Its like old memories and precious antiques
They come back in bits and pieces broken up emotionally
Meanwhile our pen has dried out
And the sideshow sign has fallen down
And all the clowns are laughing sideways

Our memories turn to vapour
And disappear through the hole at the top of an old fashioned key
Like the memories of when pegs were still wooden
When we hung our clothes out to dry made from natural fibre and precious

The wingnut beneath the belt has come loose
The horse hasn’t bolted yet he turns around and looks at me because I left the stable door open
He looks at me as if to say “Its open”
He is a big draft horse with hairy legs and a bemused expression
It doesn’t compensate for the pain that he is still here
But it makes me feel better to think
That maybe all is not completely gone and lost
While he is still blocking the exit

Underbelly of a flying saucer silhouetted against the hill
With colourful crowd of people on its summit
Gathered for that reason underneath
The ship is hovering with its underbelly unlit
Like it is waiting also but we are aware of each other
Piece of string between two metal clamps
Says that we can define how long that piece of string now is
There is no fear of alien invasion or takeover
Just because the ship is huge and more advanced in technology
We will have to grow in consciousness
Before we know how to switch the lights on however
To communicate fully and see beyond the fear mongering
That tells us its for our own benefit to shoot the ship from the sky-
They are only our neighbours come to help
And the enemy is within the earth.
A posie over the lock on a shut window with a cyclone outside
Suddenly the lock and window are shattered to reveal a whole new world
Post apocalypse of a different kind
Strange edifices I cannot recognise made of some metal and unknown substances
I guess they are robotic and there is a flying disc lowering itself to the ground
Not such an unexplained phenomena anymore
It seems as if it is in plain sight
Twilight zones of our past reemerge in my memory
Depictions of love shaped light beams from an unknown source
Somewhere in the sky In black and white
Then I see a whole different concept of a lighthouse
On a cliff to warn seafarers about the shore
Something we romanticized once Is not romantic now
And could be menacing If you didn’t understand how it worked or what it was for

Posies of Flowers promise to brighten days to come
Cobra dances from the box in trance while the Indian man plays the flute
The lid on a garbage bin or sewer is turning plastic lid concrete base
There is an old fan blowing on the ceiling of a bunker
I hear the birds sing in real time outside my window
And it lifts my thoughts out of WWII and the like
My spirit sings too remembering the coming
Out of the winter of devastation that marked the last world war
This war is different but it triggers my memory of the last one
Something in my DNA remembers
Food on the table that is healthy in real time
Makes me want to paint a picture of it like a precious memory
A gift from the universe o it is with coming out
Of the drab draconian lock down into a vibrancy where
The simple pleasures are magnificent moments in time
How must the cobra feel at the music of the snake charmer
Released from its prison looking back down a plughole from the top
Where you can see where everything is going
That is another whole perception to being down the plughole
An Indian man makes his living in the backstreets
But they are all empty at the moment
Only the duty bound once whitewashed walls
And the uneven pathway beneath his feet
Like echo chambers to the absence of people
Who normally fill every square inch of the
Walls and pavement with vibrancy
Then I see the banner is waving again
Like multi maroon strips of cloth on a pole
To signal the end of the end

Dingo looking through a broken wooden fence
A slice of pizza from which a mandala springs
From something ugly to a grandiose design
If you zoom out and refocus
It becomes like a design embedded in old architecture
On the ceiling of a dome ornate and eastern in appearance
The dingo spies a rabbit in the grass behind the fence that is like a cage
Just as ornate as the ceiling that could also be in Rome
Its coming back into view so does the contrast epitomise the need for freedom
Behind the corruption of the structures that enclose us
That prevent us from following our natural instincts?

The rabbit is the only creature that seems free
The grass is greener on its side of the fence but how did it get in there
A hand comes up to break apart the broken fence
The same hand behind the building of the ancient architectural dome and place of worship
To the dingo it is a giant human hand
To the worshipper it is the hand of God but it all depends on your situation
Or how trapped you feel in that which colours your perception
Strangely now the bunny rabbit has ceased to be natural
And has just joined a sideshow riding a dodgem car with fake rabbit ears
It was the unrestricted freedom of the green grass and choice to be free
That the dingo really wanted… not the rabbit after all

July 2020

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The hierophant is upside down double speak
Political mayhem in Iraq Iran and the middle east
The flame from a gas bottle does not have to blow up the bottle
One piece of the pie isn’t even distribution of wealth to every nation
The light on an antique street lamp is a chandelier in the night
Against a black night it can light the way
What divides the heart within the rib cage can become a laser beam moment of truth
Like an astronaut in a suit about to walk out of the capsule surrounded by the universe
Who can still stay connected to his roots
Gas is only light when it is harnessed and truth is only truth when its not tarnished
Gas is still not light when its not lit and the earth has many treasures in its midst
Be still enough to listen and to pray no single thief will take all that away

Arm is a limb to cushion the elbow
Hydraulic stump
Woven sunrise or sunset
A bird has a stick looking for a nest
A white sheep on a dark night like a beacon
Strange things in the night move around
Where they walk we can’t see them till sunrise
Meanwhile we feel them and still have to have a healthy intention
We bandage our broken limbs that way
One day the new dawn comes up like a veil lifted just like that
We can breathe again and see what went bump in the night
A hairy caterpillar or possum is a different perception
The wolf suit that is a cape for human protection
The mask is no mask when it’s no longer worn
The sheep are not such beacons
When they have been shorn

Small antique wheel on the side of a cart cloaked in mist
Large parts of our family histories gone amiss
And upside down two
And steel girders for a concrete foundation
A bowl of half eaten fruit lights up on a table
The cycles of life in the solar system as we know them
Cannot be depicted that easily on a 2D chart
There is a metal tower that goes up Into the sky and birds land on the top
And a man in a hard hat stands at the base
Constructions being made to go round corners not previously seen
An ancient photo copier on a rubbish bin
A cricket ball and a fisted glove
Is this all that remains of the ones we love
We change the meaning and the use of things over time
And the stories of our family genealogy
Become twisted to fit the narrative of the dominant few.

Yoga swimming more yoga stretch the body
Doing somersaults off a flat diving board
Stretch your limbs to free your mind
Pay attention to your organs especially your throat
Microwave false teeth boogey man eyes
Like scarecrows for animals in a field
Hook and line but not the sinker
Corner the bathtub and corner of the house
Statue of Christ with a wooden hand
Statue of Liberty holding a flare
Man on a surfboard on a murky dark wave
Israeli women look out from a cage
Stately hallway but the carpet is blue
No statesman to talk and no audience too
The news as we know it has ceased to exist
Barnacles by the sea but where is the boat
The sea is still rising but we’re not afloat
The water is clear as a windowpane
Because I’m safe in my house
While the world is alone

Solitaire to solidarity
The gutter catches water when it rains
The door opened slightly from its frame
If you listen carefully with your ears you will hear
The sound of screws loosening and metal coming undone
The nuts and bolts of society are being deconstructed
The threads that hold us together are being tested
Question who’s behind it who’s to blame
Over a cup of hot black coffee in a back lane
While the front facade of all we own remains intact
Only the eaves of our rooves as our houses have no walls
We cry false tears for the small businessman who falls
Until the men in black gloves come to open up our doors
And steam roller over our personal rights until we have no more
Only then we see red and know the danger zone
Then we can move from solitary owners over our homes and lives
And stand for solidarity not smashing statues
But voting out the common enemy that has finally become made known.

June 2020

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Yasonite black woman skipping
Old mop and bucket washing the floor
She shines the bike light’s sideways
Her family are coming through the door
Mama wears a headscarf at a knot upon her brow
While steel girders are launching fabrications
Filling our minds and changing our laws
When the people speak out against slavery and servitude
When the system ceases to shoot us down in flames
When the military lay down their guns to end the game
The real grass roots people will rise again to clap their hands and sing
The simple man will hold the match to ignite our human life continuing
The shadows will be floodlit as if light had just turned on
Masonite walls will be dismantled brick by brick until they are no more.

Bottle bagged couture perfumed
Based in an industry that favours glitz
Metal contamination in the new brand of medication
You can’t ask questions about potions made in laboratory stations
What is the world coming to says the old timer
Where is the world now says the youth
What is the point of industry passed
Where hand sanitizer poisons our hand
And contaminants from our products poison our land
Where vaccines are only designed to kill
Where the needle is a gun that pierces your arm
And the medics are henchman employed to do harm.

The worm turns in the ground
Life comes around- again
Purple maze of flowers in my face
Slowing down the pace of life
Life is not a race or an empty cardboard box
In an empty room
While the worm turns in the ground
While the worm still turns in the ground
Peel back the banana
Or sugar cane on the field
Bring back your horse and plough
Increase your yield and eat
The farmer doesn’t have to bite his lip
For the glossy printed paper money
Disappearing overtime
While the worm turns in the ground
While the worm still turns in the ground
A Chinese man in a pointy hat is tilling his field
By hand with furrows in the dirt
We say thank you Yangtze

The overshadowing of a native Indian man in an animal skull hat
A bird on some eggs which are the messages to be birthed
I can see through the nest to how they are being laid
I have a headache slightly like sinus almost nauseous
My thinking is very foggy knocked out of normal alertness
I have a lump that feels like its in my throat chakra
And there is ringing in my ears
All this can indicate there are messages waiting for me
According to the training I have experienced
During many group meditations over twenty five years or more

This was not written under meditation
It was my thoughts experiencing the toilet roll panic buying
When the pandemic was first announced
After this time things continued in intensity
As the masking and lock downs started to roll out
Humanity was in shock and something in me discovered compassion
So the writings under meditation began in earnest