Nungali

Wow Luke ...... you are a budding Miles Barlow ; " Leading a cult was like mountaineering without oxygen ; an exhilarating head rush of insanity as the sherpas of common sense abandon you to your fate . But while ascending the summit of self proclaimed omnipotence I became distracted by the glacier of promiscuity , scrambling across it with reckless abandon , stranding my helpless flock of disciples in the middle of judgement mountain ."

Down here, 'peek-a-boo' is a game played with children where you hide badly ( say behind a nappy or a towel ) and then reveal yourself . So, I agree, cant ever say I seen a gorilla do that . So this means Apech is wrong . 'Cause no gorilla be playin peek-a-bo . Glad we cleared that one up !

Ohhhh crap ! ....... < contemplate > ...... well, this is better than ................ * * being eaten alive by meat ants ..... having 'normal consciousness' ...... living in some concrete cube in the middle of a city ..... having to go to work every day ...... that last 'girl friend' ...... long covid .... I cant seem to help it .... it intrudes and erodes my depression . . . . just when I am getting a good grump up , it rears it head . - Sheeeesh , what a waste of time this is ! .... but at least I am not typing away on the David Icke forum

.... I cant wait to see what happens next

Loneliness ?

Marblehead is not riding a dragon , he is still in that 'retirement cottage ' in the field with the butterflies . And SJ can be riding a dragon ... or be a dragon .... or whatever . What if .... bear with me for a minute .... what if , when we ' pass on ' we get a choice ? " Unto them from whose eyes the veil of life hath fallen may there be granted the accomplishment of their true Wills; whether they will absorption in the Infinite, or to be united with their chosen and preferred, or to be in contemplation, or to be at peace, or to achieve the labour and heroism of incarnation on this planet or another, or in any Star, or aught else, unto them may there be granted the accomplishment of their wills ."

Yes, I had interesting converse with him for a while .... until he threatened to kill me ( with his superior iron palm strike to my heart ) He felt he could beat me in a ' fight to the death ' . I didn't mind ... I am gonna die one day anyway - he did beat me at that though . I wonder what happened ? He told me once some locals where 'after him' . if he gets his way , he will probably be an eagle for a while , and soar around all those parts of his spectacular vista where he lived , that he could not access in his body .

I ran a cult for a while ' Five Star Salvation' .... it was easy to set up , but it soon got out of control ;

I am watching 'Vietnam Journey' - a cooking show : A traditional dish from some village , you must have this special clay type baked ceramic pot / wok thing . ( yeah okay ) You must cook over hot coals .... it won't be the same otherwise . ( yeah .... all right then ) You must put a certain local leaf in the bottom of the pot ... it won't work otherwise and it won;t be the traditional taste ( yeah sure ! .... get on with it ! ) . Now, take a whole chicken and place it in the pot . (okay ) " Now , add a can of coca-cola ... it doesnt have to be coca-cola , any cola will do , but traditionally , it is coca-cola ... " ( )

Close , but no cigar . It was an early experiment with 'photography ' .

Some might find this offensive .... so be warned ( but I laughed my arse off )

"Easy come .... easy go ' eh ?

Oh ... so HIS poetry is okay .... just cause it got music with it .

Names ? Lismore .... Bellingen .... Tintenbar ...... Gooloogalock ..... Woodenbong .... Telegraph Point did that help ? Old Butter factory .... home town . Okay .... if we are gonna start posting film of us performing at venues here ..... I guess its my turn . here is me at Poetry Society night 2 : ( all those nice men turning up to help me )

Well , yeah ... but I didnt want to say that here .... Daobums being so 'straight' and all that Pot and panadol is a surprisingly good combo . Its nice your friend took the drugs back to the doc ... now the doc can resell them again to some junkies or kids in the street . ( I think I told you about my efforts to not only defray the 'oxy' they where trying to load me up with - meaning they kept giving me scripts in hospital to take home for refills - probaly 4 times ... AFTER I proved to them I was allergic and got a red allergy band on my wrist . Going ballistic on them while a patient and being told to calm down by the nurse didnt work, when I unpacked my bags at home , they had slipped an extra TWO scripts in there both with 4 refills . WTF ! They knew I could NOT take them .... maybe they expected me to fill the scripts and sell the drugs on the street ?

Whoa ! Hang on there dude ..... have you thought this through and the implications behind it ? Sure, an apricot is pretty low key .... but that's how it starts . Soon it will be peaches, then one day ..... a mango ! Whatchya gonna do then ?

I am really bad at suffering . meaning I have not had to endure much of it . But still, compared to other 'privileged' people around me , they seem to have a very low level of endurance . I am allergic to pain meds as well ... and thank God for that ! I know, have felt and see what meds like 'endone' do to people and the community is RIFE with it to the extent that it now pollutes the environment after going through the human systems ( via sewerage ) eg, there is high level of it (and anti-depressants ) in Sydney Harbor . So a few years back I had a total hip replacement and had to go through recovery on panadol . The doctors said I could NOT to that and HAD to have something like endone . Well, I didnt . I got through it by going into the pain, accepting it and realizing it was a healing process * and thinking .... I am not in pain ... sure MY BODY is .... or my hip is ( or one's foot or arm might be in pain ) , but actually, I , my spirit and psychology are great ! ( and that helps immensely too .) * but that is regenerating pain .... feels a lot better than degeneration pain ! Anyway , I have this 'sleeping condition' that might stay asleep or wake up . Doc tells me if it wakes up 'end' could be near , He, in confidence, supports my decision to not medicate for it ; "You dont seem the type to want to take drugs that will effect your state and mood just to prolong your life a few years in a hospital bed ? " No way ! I supremely value my state and revel in my 'psychiatric condition ' ( Eudemonia ) . - I actually worked it all out a lot better the other day ( after a conversation with some 'angels ' ) .... the plan is set in motion. When its time , I am going for a looooong motorcycle ride way out into the desert ..... one way ... as far as I can go on the gas I take , a few days food and water . . . . and lay down amongst the Pinnacles , where the stars meet the Earth Even Death itself need not be suffering . " I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy ... " .

" The name pomegranate derives from medieval Latin pōmum "apple" and grānātum "seeded". Possibly stemming from the old French word for the fruit, pomme-grenade " This was also related to the Biblical 'holy hand grenade '

I have found that ... from the store bought ones . I put in a small piece a few years back .... it loves the spot and has got huge . The dark red type .... very nice and a 'wider' taste and intensity . many people like them and at $7 each they make good trade . My Chiropractor was accepting them as exchange , I can swap them with neighbour who has eggs and they just happen to be the fav fruit of my new 'paramour' * They are very good also with ice cream or as a smoothie .... and the flower ... WOW ! Its like 'Queen of the night ' vine , its best just before dawn , you only get one dawn viewing , they dont open the day before , open one night and by the time the sun hits them they droop and sorta fold , but when they open, they are magnificent , a bunch of feathery stalks with pads on the end and an anemone shaped part in the middle

I used to be a stage poet at the local town's 'Butter factory' * poetry night - put on by the local radio station manager who I was friends with . They where fun times . One time when I was invited to perform, he told me the local 'poetry appreciation society' did want me to perform but ...... they prefer 'nice' poems and one's that rhyme ... so if you could do that, that would be good ..... So I wrote a special one for them . That went down good with half of them , as there was this division in the audience ; some where ... well , poetry new age hipster knob head types . They didnt like having fun made of them . Oh, well, suck it up . I had another set on later after some other 'performers' . I took a break and went out the hatch up onto the roof where there was a small deck and seats .. I heard crying and looked over and there was a woman I knew sobbing away and half way through a bottle of scotch . "What's up ? " " My boyfriend dumped me this afternoon ! Whaaaaaa ! " " Oh dear .... " I sat beside her put my arm around her and helped her finish off the bottle . I think there where some more drinks after that - there was a bar downstairs . Then I went back up to the roof . But after a while realized I needed another 're-charge' ... this was in my earlier days .... sometimes I would re-charge a bit .... well, okay, a lot then . The issues was though, to get from the roof back down to the bar , I was a little 'tipsy' and had to come out at the side of the stage and walk down some steps that crossed the bottom of the stage to the middle, then a landing and a turn in front of the stage but lower and the stairs continued down to the next level , dance floor . To go that way would mean the top part of my body would cross the stage and descend as I walked down the stairs . And there was a performance on ... two poetry society hipsters ; one recited homemade haiku while the other tried to emulate each line at its end with corny little cheap electronic synthesizer noises ( 1 ; " The wind blows across the lake " . 2. < electronic swooshing noises > ) Okay, I might be a little drunk, but that doesnt mean I am inconsiderate ... I know, I will crouch down as i go down the stairs so I dont obscure their 'presence' ... and go slowly . I crouch and step slowly on the first step .....creeeaaak ! They stop and glare at me . Oooops, okay , I'll just squat here a bit . They continue . I go for the next step ..... creeekk-kkk ! Damn . They stop and stare again . That happened a few times . My God, is every stair gonna do that ? I cant just squat here till they end . So I decide I am nearly below stage level, I could just do a little jump over all the rest of the stirs and land on the landing below . So I did . But I didnt land very well as I was trying to crouch . That really disturbed things . Anyway, I made it to the bar . Eventually it was my set again so I got up on the stage . There was some kerfuffle and complaint and these three guys get up on stage and act as if they are bouncers and trying to remove me ..... Its that guy again ! get that drunk bum off the stage ! Until the MC goes " No no, he is up here as he is the next performer ." The look on their faces ... " What ? That guy ! " Anyway , it went rather well, considering , I think I hardly slurred my lines at all ! But unfortunately, afterwards , this woman from the audience picked me up ( yep , 'us poets' get groupies ) Why unfortunate ? because we ran off together at the end and .... missed all the fun . I noticed it was getting a bit agitated . The 'nice hipster arty types' had got a bit tipsy and confident on their wine . They where demanding more poetry, but there where no more poets . A nice young lady opted to play the guitar for further entertainment , she was pretty good . I left around that time . Apparently, the radio show friend told me later , the drunk arty types kept chanting 'more poetry' and started booing the guitarist . The other contingent , also 'happy' told them to shut up and not be rude to her , they where enjoying it . and .... a punch up actually started A free for all 'bar room brawl Oh man I would have loved to see that ... the artsy poetry society stuck up hipsters , drunk and brawling .... could have been an inspiration for my next lot of poems for the local towns art society poetry night .... if they ever let them have them there again .... " No ! That poetry crowd is too rough ! " - see how much fun poetry can be Manitou ! * north coast towns used to have big dairy industries , these old butter factories get converted for various uses .

Okay .... as long as that bum will emerge strong ...... that shall suffice

Hmmmm ..... now I am jealous of you .

What are the 'proper times' Bugger this, I know what Apech's gonna say so I will get in first https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4ga_M5Zdn4

DONT ! You will piss Manitou off .