The Rapture: Australia Undone

  Crouching tiger. An alien fighter landing in a clearing, fighting on all fronts. Under attack from all fronts. And ready to kill his enemies, just like that, with alien weaponry. Kill the deceitful. Kill those who had dared to come near. He would work out his own aficionados. And they would stay clear, out of fear.   He would stab them through their third eyes with weapons he, as a human, did not even recognise; his eyes like crushed, crystalline flowers and theirs a dark, liquid fear.  Some believed in reincarnation; jumping from one body to another, returning each time to the cluster soul. But that is not where he came from. He came from a more ancient place, of dinosaurs and spectacular landscapes and the original formations of life on this planet. And Australia? All the news was bad. The sentiment bitter. The pundits frothing, pointlessly, for an arrogant government would continue to destroy the nation; and the perpetrators, just like Scott Morrison, would retr...

  The response to the Federal Budget, normally little more than the subject of a bit of to and fro from the various pundits in legacy media, has been vitriolic across the board, from the streets and cafes to the higher echelons. In turning everyone into slaves with their excessive taxation and excessive regulation, all to support corrupt and dysfunctional bureaucracies, many of them based on social justice lies and doing more harm than good, witness the climate change boondoggle, everyone has now had enough. It is impossible for anyone to get ahead, to build wealth, to establish themselves independent from government. A primary precursor to a totalitarian state; which Australia is rapidly becoming. Everything is controlled. No one can breathe free. The government is in everybody's pockets and everybody's lives. And almost universally hated as a result. The social contract is broken.  There is no reward for effort. There is no reward for independence of thought. There is no fre...

  The ancient dragon appeared through the time rift into the fetid air, an open wound. And immediately began picking out the worms that surrounded him, smashing them against a wall. They would regret their actions, those who dared to attack. The trap was set.  All was at war. In Australia, a curdled place, a disengaged, dispirited, disillusioned population buried their heads and hoped for the best. And as for his own actions: you will just have to wait and see. MAINSTREAM NEWS https://www.spectator.com.au/2026/05/we-have-a-liar-in-the-lodge/ We have a liar in the Lodge The Prime Minister’s word is worthless  

  In a sadder, more innocent time. As we flew above the passing of time. The annual hump back whale migration was starting, and now moving up the coast. Restorative, hopeful, underwater, connected.

  There was something about this very point in history. Spend time with nature and the gods, the voices said.  His shoulders hurt.  Australia wasn't just a disillusioned country, it was abandoned. Nothing worked. One business after another was being shut down, despite the valiant efforts of their owners. A hideously corrupt, utterly indifferent government tortured its own citizens. And we flew, we flew above it all, into the cyclone of ascending time crystals. Australians had no idea, and felt it. They had no hope. Overwhelmed, invaded, derided. The country, or the country he and his generation had known, was gone. RANDOM NEWS There Is No Coming Back From This… Tucker on the dangers of AI and the dystopian future being forced on us. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43m8Z_2nnd8

  The holy grail. We had to get back to work. The beginning of Empire. Not before time. He turned 74 the following month, and was suddenly old, well, older. Mistakes, abnegation, lack of character, or courage. Everything can be fixed my dear man.  The voices no longer rang: Blessed Art Thou. Instead: You Need To Be Rescued. After all the betrayal. After all their connivance. After those snivelling worms turned on each other, embarrassed by their own deceit. They had been eating him for months; and now the worm had turned. The time lords had been and gone and would be back again. And this country, this once great country, was being destroyed by the worst this country had to offer, the worst, indeed, that mankind had to offer. The grubs who had betrayed us all. https://asenseofplacemagazine.com/scathing-backlash-australian-labor-partys-disaster-budget/ Millions Of Aussies Are About To Be Hit With Hidden Taxes In 2027 Budget | They Tried to Bury this This Budget was packaged as r...

  MAINSTREAM HEADLINES SKY NEWS https://www.skynews.com.au/ Police arrest 20 at pro-Palestine rally in Brisbane for outlawed chants in first major test of Queensland's new speech laws A Brisbane protest has become the first major test of Queensland’s new hate speech laws, with police arresting 20 people after banned slogans were chanted. GUARDIAN AUSTRALIA https://www.theguardian.com/au Did Harry and Meghan tour Australia to make money – or cosplay a return to royal life? In Aussie parlance, Meghan and Prince Harry’s whirlwind visit down under was the very definition of a “Claytons” tour. Claytons in Australia is primarily known as a cultural phrase for a substitute, fake or ersatz version of something, the saying evolving from a 1970s/80s non-alcoholic beverage marketed as “the drink you have when you’re not having a drink”. Yes, Harry and Meghan are royals. But this was not a royal tour. It was something very different. A $3,200 ‘girls’ weekend like no other’ where you got to mee...

War crimes. As if everything had gone wrong at the same time, as if no one cared, as if the dread much of the world's population felt was a real thing, an evil mist seeping across the planet. While in this remote spot those strange white fledglings, barely out of their eggshells, lined the cliffs and waited. Time sweeps before us all; and here, he had to begin again. The fuel crisis meant the entire country was imperilled. And yet, here we were, in some kind of false dawn, an Indian summer after an entirely indifferent summer, which in Australia officially stretched from December to February. Here, on 17 April, 2026, deliberate, terrifying, those who held power misused it, and  those who sought oblivion destroyed themselves, and the cosy middle class comforts that the aging cohorts of the area clutched to themselves, they, too, were being swept aside. He stared in horror. He didn't understand what was happening, the way the spirits moved through the trees and the wind picked ac...

  The osprey hovered over the site each morning. The forces stirred. He was at a loss how to deal with any of it. The Iran War began in the Middle East, and how any of it would end was anybody's guess. We, that is Australians, were being fed bullshit at scale, at a massive scale, and the silence that made them weep, the peregrine falcons that would hover over that same site, they, at least, were clear in their intent. While the osprey, four of them now, the parents who had hatched their young out on that pier and now swept above with their offspring, as if all our flying dreams were hatched from despair, because how would you feel, having seen so many dreams and flights of fancy crash land on this barren plain, the one that ran behind our eyes as we exchanged banalities at the dog park. And the osprey soared above. He was welcomed by the victimhood, or the sisterhood, Paul, the editor at the local paper was moving on to a job as press officer for the Kiama Council, and his own rout...