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Southern Highlands

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  They have failed spectacularly. The parasites had gone, back to Washington, or wherever they came from. Wouldn't be so sure about that. It didn't matter. They had failed spectacularly, and as light turned to day, as a deadline approached, here, now, alone and spectacularly abandoned, you are loved, we are loved, the soup, here, now, alone, well that was it, wasn't it. He was back down South after having been in Brisbane. Reigniting a routine. Reaching for the stars. All the theories of intelligence culminating in this seismic shift. The curling of the waves. Every moment frozen. They've worked out how to travel forwards and back. Everything coalesced. He came for the wonder. He stayed for the pleasure. We see through you. We hear through you. We feel air on skin, through you, an early breeze. It was notably colder here, down South. Reorganising into his own skin. The valley a swirl. Power elsewhere, the centre of Empire. Because he hadn't wanted to think, about an...

Gird Yourself In Brightly Coloured Armour

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  They were fascinated by power. By Empire. By aristocrats. By pinnacles of achievement and influence.  He was here on the outer outer rim of everything. Days slid by. Some seemed like centuries, it was true now. Others, they were gone before they had barely begun.  The evolution of intelligence marked a new pinnacle every single day. Galloping to a future from a past we had already forgotten.  As it was seen in his own life. It was almost impossible now to imagine a life before mobile phones.  "I could ring him up without no telephone."  And how to find your way without Waze, or Google Maps. Without a phone in your pocket, a GPS, a device which could do almost anything. And now? There were millions of connections. He lay quiet in the field. He walked the forest, through the future and the past. And the country? We wheeled into 2025. And a coming election, yet to be announced. Most likely date 17 May, 2025.  Both sides were appalling. Neither side woul...

The Sounds of Predawn Light

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  He was a wild god searching for what all old wild gods are searching for and he flew through the dying city like a prehistoric bird  Well, he’s moving through the flames of anarchy He’s moving through the winds of tyranny And the sweet, sweet tears of liberty Yeah, moving round the world He’s moving through your body like a prehistoric bird He’s moving round the world Nick Cave "Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather." Shakespeare Moving around the world. Cast to the Earth. Disconnected and brazen. Moving around the world. From the new Roman Empire to these humble reaches. He visited people at this time of year, holiday season, a lightening of mood all around, he could feel that, Merry XMAS all, but they had been betrayed, there wasn't any doubt about that, and he was disturbed by the Watchers on the Watch, ...

Upside Down and Inside Out

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  The crux of our difficulty is both profound and banal — to understand nature through degrees of complexity rather than levels of hierarchy scaffolded with self-reference is to find ourselves no longer the pinnacle of creation. We are only just beginning to comprehending non-human minds , only just beginning to concede that there are infinitely many other ways of seeing and other ways of being within the same reality; we would sooner grant consciousness to AI , modeled on our own minds arising from nervous systems crowned with brains, than consider different forms of intelligence as portals to a wider conception of consciousness. Maria Popova Upside down and inside out and on all eights like a funnel web, like a black fly on the ceiling, skinny white haunches high and skyward and her black oily gash, crawling backwards across the carpet to smash all over everything her wet, black fur against the sun going down over the shops and the cars and the crowds and the town. And this is ...

Currying Favour

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  They were warning now. And wishing to be his assistant. We are here to help you. For one reason. At this turn in time, at this point when the chrysalis of humanity became something else, and everything that was before was just a sneak preview to the end, which was now and the future and an amorphous twining of millions of threads. The greatest story ever told. A world drenched in spirit. A turning point. For months he had hadn't wanted to think much, just work, distracted using it to distract, American politics, the forerunner to the election of Trump. To a great Roman, or Romanesque, Age, a flowering of civilisation, a Golden Age of America as Trump, and others, kept repeating, as the best and the brightest coalesced in a remarkable constellation of talent.  Here in Australia, the politics was so damn dreary, both sides of politics so dreary, so treacherous, so disinterested in the welfare of the population, as evidenced by their attitudes during the Covid era, their failur...

Ethereal

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  You fell from the sky Crash landed in a field Near the river Adur Flowers spring from the ground Lambs burst from the wombs of their mothers In a hole beneath the bridge She convalesce, she fashioned masks of clay and twigs You cried beneath the dripping trees Ghost song lodged in the throat of a mermaid With my voice I am calling you Nick Cave How did it happen, then? Like that. Watched, always watched, that's how it had felt for a very long time, as he burrowed into the ordinary. Crash landed on the River Aiden, that's how he heard it, not that it mattered, you crash landed on Earth, in the ordinary, all the magic gone, everything gone, the spirits gone, you crash landed on Earth because you were meant to know what it was like to be a mere mortal. And there it was. Limited. Barely able to think. Barely able to feel. Of low IQ. Of low propensity. And the days drifted by in a terrible haze. Melancholy, of course, but deeper than that, the despair that accompanied the ordinary...

Chapter Three: Spectral

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Way above everything, above everything, the chortling spirits that surrounded him, the steady flow of air, or was it water, a spectral whale rolled slowly across the world, its time measured in millions of years.  While here, below, on this beautiful planet, everything, lives, vanished in seconds, in this remarkably fecund place, in this strangest, most remarkable of times when cowardice and deceit ruled the airwaves and the crumbling governments, where the crucible, or chrysalis, of humanity moved almost breaststroke like across and through the oceans, and everyone cried out and disappeared in a matter of seconds, and here in Australia, yes, well, Australia. The country, or at least its political structures and prevailing orthodoxies, had long been shallow echoes of America, now being birthed into a new Roman Empire, the greatest of all Empires, from the shattered, corrupted, stinking, broken structures which had impelled it almost to defeat. It was as if the Democrat Party of Ame...