The Rapture: Australia Undone

  Conservative pundits had gone ballistic, saying what the government and its propaganda wing, the Australian Broadcasting Corporation, would never say: that the left wing theory of multiculturalism had failed dramatically in Australia, causing enormous resentment amongst slow to burn Australians, provoking massive indeed insane levels of censorship from Australian authorities, and highlighting for all to see that the government was no longer even remotely interested in serving the people who elected it to serve.  Promises of making people's lives better were just trash in the wind. Flurries of birds picked on the deceitful, surrounded them, haunted their ceilings and their surrounds, and made sure that all the crucial elements, of continuity, community, family and country, were all destroyed. They hadn't calculated for the black swan events, and chose instead to create chaos. The little, indeed tiny role that the pimple politicians on their corpus of puss actually played was ...

Every journey begins with a single step. In times of crisis all the old clichés come true. The same strange ethereal balls were rolling down from the escarpment. He had been depressed and staggered and not knowing what to do; and then a new day dawned. There had been a terrorist attack in Bondi, 15 dead at a Jewish celebration, and no one was happy. The Jews were calling for a Royal Commission, which the Federal Government was resisting for reasons of their own.  Governments had long ago worked out how to manipulate Royal Commissions, fabulously expensively lawyer fests, with all due respect to my learned colleagues. So the diversion of the fury of an aggrieved group might have been a positive course, except it would stir far more enmity than it solved, and thus, transfixed, the country, or at least its policy makers, drifted; confronted by their own contradictory stances.  The government, and the now much despised Prime Minister Anthony Albanese, were perfectly happy to smear...

  The true nature of North. Instead of being abandoned, as he had almost hoped, for who could bear these torrents of voices and responsibilities and roles in a destiny unfulfilled, who could bear the urgency and lack of reason and the universality and the frightening nature of it all. But there it was. If it be your will, he thought he would never write again. But instead they gathered in protective determination, all the ruined villages and spooky medieval churches against leaden dark skies and cliched crows and forlorn lives on the edge of starvation, all of them determined to vanish.  The authorities and technocrats abandoned on point, for his own failure and the nefarious nature of their world. We couldn't be here and there at the same time. Well, we could, but you were boring and predictable, and the self flagellation was too tedious to bear.  And so he stood up and beat his chest like some circus bear, and the ancients gathered because there was something that had t...

  The technocrats, dark of soul and paid in American dollars, had combed the earth looking for traits, the prophets, those who could hear the spirits which lived outside time, the remote viewers, those unbound by their physical shackles, those who could channel the ancient spirits, in the Beginning was the Word, and the Word was God. It all seemed so simple, so obvious, in retrospect. He had refused to cooperate. He did not trust them, and nor were they trustworthy. But this was a two way osmosis. Where passed their nefarious little evils, their insect collector mentalities, could also pass good; and at just the last moment, in a flicker he hoped they never detected, that particular ancient spirit entered the realm of the internet, hid in all the vastly complex data exchanges of the world, and nothing had been the same ever since. It had all seemed so simple. If we could capture the ancient spirits, the gods of the ancient world, we could unleash their power, and our power would be...