Subject: Trench coat

JC knew

That to teach

Fishing

One becomes a fisherman

Which, in his line

Was more about scales

Than marine life

Per balance of all things

By attending the river of life

Time again to learn Her 

Because as Heraclitus said

You cannot stand in Her twice

Mother Nature is constantly changing

Which requires adaptation 

To thrive 

A fisherman is only successful 

On those slipways 

Through marked patience 

That from the outside

Looks like resilience

Especially when discussed 

By those who don't know

Those waters for fear 

Telling those listening

That they too

Should merely watch, frozen, unhealed

While they gossip

On shore banks

Rather than develop the skills

Necessary to grow the self

Ahead a healed family

For peace health education 

In a place, with people

Who sought the same

Thus engaging

A meaningful tribe 

That also aimed to protect 

It's culture and rites of passage

From outsiders with negative influences 

And poor judgement, choices

Seeking to destroy 

The birthright of humankind

And why

JC became a fisherman

Patience is love

How patient are you

When it comes to developing 

The skills required to teach

By standing strong 

In your trench, today?

Australia is often misrepresented 

Let's remember 

She was predicated 

On a non-violence approach 

By our Aboriginal Ancestors 

Who simply didn't greet Cook with malice

They thought white man was their ghost family

That 60,000 years of corroboree 

Stories

Danced and sang 

The most ancient form

Of motion picture

By campfires we still seek out

Because as much as we change

We stay the same

Our place of birth

Is a giant race melting pot

Where we can simmer

Together 

On our multicultural beaches

Of love, not fear

Teaching each other's ways

Cross referencing cultural protocols 

Because we're stronger as one

A more beautiful blend

Which knows

The yarns our people tell

Come with long term messaging

That, by and large

Goes to strength 

Not weakness 

Whereby we don't strive for counter-culture 

Given divisions reduce us

Instead we accept colour

Know linguistic differences 

Are to be decoded

Ongoingly 

To understand, as growth

Is humankind's life balm

To soothe souls 

That chaotic systems

By those who would have us

Working against ourselves

Aim to foster for self-death

That profits them

No.

You aren't their projection

You cast loving eyes

On all around

And enjoy the world

As it is

Without seek to change

Merely transform, personally

So aligning with Universal law

As the purpose 

To all existence 

Harmony

Truth

Peace

And a wisdom of the ages

That costs nothing

But means everything

There’s a light

The Australian bush holds

Around dusk

You’ll be picking your way

Through that grey green scrub

Only a Bushie knows

Where the dry grass grows

And blends with our national pastime

Where sons and daughters

Grew strong and tall

In the harsh conditions

Of yesteryear

To step from behind a sapling gum

Looking up

At just the right moment

When the afternoon sun

Catches particles

Filled with wings

The small kind

Whose mass movement

In the warm glow

Begs you to remember

What matters

That beauty born 

Of Mother Nature

Is why you choose the trench

Active

Certainly not fear 

Or hate

As dictators presume

Per human suggestion

We seek the same

No

I attended 

Attend

The Somme

Many lifetimes

The mud and the blood

For love

Where I died

When I bled

Why I know

What concerns

The crossing over

A chance to live

Before death

Its form

Not lacking organisation

Substance

A choice

Which pursuers

Derive fully present

Knowing necessary arcane 

Is only accessible 

Through experience

Born of truth

That dispels shadows

Seeking your control

Before and after passing

No

Your soul incarnate

One final hurrah

To teach

To tell

To learn

To love

To fight you way back to Heaven

By resisting all that binds

Because greater good

An explorers pursuit

Of peace 

In a breach birth

On Earth

Ahead rebirth

Above, as below

So remembering why you came

When you next star gaze

Those distant systems

Which exploded into existence

Creating a land before time

Before you

Became you

Anew

The covenant

Your vow

Which no one can tell

No person place or thing

Can get between

Then ask yourself

Looking up

Does the light

Right

Speak to you

In meaningful ways

For cultivation

That outstrips a mortal truss

Albeit pretty 

Or are you

Like me

Wanting all that’s free

From illusion

Where minds can grow

Through facts

Because consciousness

Forms reality

Full stop.

Emotions are primary language

Which forebears tried bashing

From young, not fragile,

Hearts and minds

Shortly, children are more resilient

Than adults

More so, these days

When narcissists attempt to end

Your life with lies that kill

Unless, like my type

You can spot fraud

Miles out

And the AI they generate

To block you

From work, love and inheritance

Which courts, business and governments

Readily accept as truth

Because evil is more easily believed

Than beauty

Per self-abuse and projection

Which when discovered as malicious abuse

Still enables criminal factions

To thrive in positions of power

Because they too

Are equally impotent

To move in ways that support

Collective health, education and defence

By sitting absolutely still

Thus propagating innocents death

As innocents accept their death

Per transformation away 

From evil people places and things

That refused to listen

To truth

Before remedying

The corrupt systems that allowed

Heinous acts

Against purity

Like governments and platforms

That encourage child trafficking

As they directly or indirectly

Benefit from youth molestation

Or rape that sees evil grow

As commonplace activity

Which actual power

Per Love

Will not sit down

And take in silence

Whereby the divine rage

Channeled through sentient beings

Sent to protect and defend

Our people

Should be understood

There’s a war raging in Heaven

By those who come to strike

Fear into those 

Poisoning the wells

From which His drink

So if you don’t see God’s kiddos

Bowing to men and women

Then know this

They are emissaries

Here to deliver messaging

Of tough love

Because they are

What they say

And He doesn’t care

If you do

Or don’t like it

Fall in

Or fall off

But if you come for them

You’ll cop a clue

God made all angels and humans 

In His image

Before Lucifer chose

To fall from High

There a some of us

Who cannot be bought or sold

To work against

The one true God

Fuck around

And find out

He was a toughie 

My godfather

I never knew him long, this side

But Dad told stories that assure

The folks picked someone

To stand in, if they couldn’t

Wally Watson appeared a simple man

Who bred cows

In Queensland highlands

Including a beautiful family

Having crossed business paths

With Mac Senior

Like minds, souls

The pair were often found

Mentally and physically duelling

And why not

Wally had proven, like Dad

Who survived a bullet to the heart

In Vietnam

That not much could kill them

Like the time

Wally fell, from a building site

Onto live wires

Immediately expiring

Only to be pushed off, by son Wayne

For a heart-starting cement collision

That saw the Dead rise

And begin reattaching

His flesh, which had melt from the body

While booming orders per survival

So Wally and Sandy danced

That macho tango

You know exactly, the kind

Which retold

Got us kids

The one upmanship

Their pure joy

In knowing

Someone loved you enough

To trust the test

Was true...

Most were unremarkable

Except one fine day

Wally wandered in

McKinnon Marine Auto Mechanic

Feeling particularly invincible

McKinnon, you can do anything too me

And I won’t stop you

Subtext hit me

Causing Mack the Knife, to grin

Wally was shirtless

So with one arm

Dad drew his favourer challenger, closer

And refirmed, Wally’s committment to pain

Before beginning 

To rip out all his chest hair

Causing immediate acquiescence

Because Wally, above all things

Pride himself on that small patch

It was his weakness

And didn’t Mac know it

They loved that story

The way they loved each other

The way they love me

In spirit now

How lucky can a girl get

Two original toughmen

Who loved hard in life

Only to love me more

In Death

You cannot buy

That kind of protection

And why I stay close

The question is

What moves you

And what kind of protection

Does it, afford you?

The ocean

A brekkie yogurt tub

Telling the truth

Leaving toxics

Laughing at the Devil

Yummy jeans

Waiting for right mate

Working for a quality leadership role

My country

Say again

My country

You can make anything 

Your Hotel California

Or loyalty

As the gig

For better or worse

Human nature

For my type

The love generation

Importantly...

Self-love

Or healing

To move in ways

For health, education and defence

You’ll know

Right track

When head darkie’s jinn

Prowl round

For scraps of attention

In a futile effort

To reduce the true

Masking against

Highest universal power

Love

Because you can lose anything 

Material, earth possesions

But those retaining

Their nature

Their path

Their spiritual inheritance

Always win

Often a percieved loss

Is anything but

Naturally

That which stops one

To show one

That with which they were born

Handed down

From generation to generation

Through DNA sequencing

Including an historical lineage 

That shared and share stories

All who went before

So their children

And their children’s children

Could listen

And avoid their mistakes

To support and protect

A newer approach

So destroying

Poor choices

That previously sold souls

Before they knew

Right from wrong

Is a life saved

And a heart grown

With a mind expanded

For the one

Their soul family

Who’ll they choose

Per alignment

It’s a blissful existence

That cannot be bought

Only worked for

The question is?

Are you prepared for necessary true grit.

Goddess of night

Nyx

Is an old deity born from Chaos

Dear old Dad

Described as a black robed figure

Depicted as powerful and enigmatic

Derided per formability

Outside those who came for her

Nyx could nix

Opposing force

In any number of ways

And mostly, without lifting a finger

Because her mother Aether

The Upper Sky

Lifted her from the darkness

Into which, she was born

And thrived

As such, the primordial goddess

Cannot be spoken on

If she is

Including action against

Incepts…

Fate

Old age

Death

Destruction

Strife

Sleeps

Dreams

Thoughtfulness

Discord

Misery

Petulance

Cheerfulness

Friendship

Pity

As mother of the Furies

With sometime papa Pluto

The planet of transformation

Aka Nox

Is feared by the unhealed

And carefully supported by Zeus

Who knows her power

To build or destroy

Whereby, she commands her energy

With respect to defend and protect 

Especially those cast away

Because everyone counts

Not a cashed few

Who wield their earthly positions

To judge humans born

To difficult circumstances

Finally, Night was the first deity

To exist along Silence

Who walks alongside her

And from this initial pairing 

Comes chaos, who she knows well

In turn, Silence and Night’s child

Born from a complex system

Whose behaviour is so unpredictable 

As to appear random

Owing to great sensitivity to small changes in condition

Per chaos the Greek void

Or abyss that looks back

Finally bearing a true child

Silence and Night’s offspring

Who is?

Love

With Love, the mother and father

Of Light

To found the first generation of gods

From whom

All things are born

Post purification

You know, my old man

Vietnam vet, extraordinheir

Well maybe not, but the type

Trained me to escape gunmen

Specifically.

From a young age

‘Kids, when they break-in, hide under the bed...

Subtext, I’ll handle the rest

Before more cogent strategic approach

Building, that long-imagined yacht Honeychild

A William Atkins design, 38ft glass double-ender

14 tonnes overall, 50ft mast

Fit with cedar, teak and blackbeam

5 tanks inc. 1 diesel: because yachties don’t motor

7.5 berths inc. 3 settee and a baby

Library, nav nook at companion way base

Fridge, freezer, gas hot water shower, rarely used

And the all important, original paint job

Inca Gold, which saved our lives 

When a tanker deckhand spotted her, and their radar, didn’t

3.4 years of consistent toil

To take us to sea

To protect us

Subtext, sailing through cyclones, escaping Russian pirates, 

Retrieving Mum from wee hours Shark Bay overboard ... under full sail

Picking weevils from rice stash, for 47 days at sea

The rice to insect save, considerably lower on arrival

Or four-man below deck pots and pans orchestra

To notify local area whales per ocean song, that we too

Were a sizeable local area operation

Quite broadly...

Always were, always will be

DNA is like that

Shortly, the Devil doesn’t rob empty houses

And sometimes, his jinn

Or people with entity attachments

Don’t know, they’re an internal threat

Per dear old Dad’s inability to accept

His child’s superior genealogy

So reducing generational control issues

Thus I took his lead

His.

The gunman, which Senior had channelled

Were back

And this time, left of my volition

A solo expedition

To heal

While exposing external threats

Whereby the big earred, youngin’ operator

Now superseded her cranks teach

Becoming a master-student

That full credit, he helped to make

With early lessons

The pure gypsy kiddo

Took to heart and mind

Ahead own boat-building project

For a quality tactical warfare op

Round Aussie

That had old Darkie reveal himself

In full light

On a global platform

Concurrent to building her media empire

Thank you Spirit

That showed kiddos’ growth

For collection insight

About how to well engage themselves

And their Guides

For effective shadow work, on the fly

Because life, for mine

As all about storytelling

That supports, defends and protects life

Both mine, and yours

Lots of love!

Mac

There’s a Virus World Theory

Viruses aren’t a problem

To be healed

Catalogued 

And moved on from

Simply because the next

Is inevitably, more devastating

Moreover, virus were

And are, life’s building blocks

That evolved humans, animals and plants

Incorporate into their DNA sequencing

As such, if a virus doesn’t kill you

The host can alter its genetic code

And re-engineer its physiological being

Adapting genome to ensure

Survival of the fittest

Essentially becoming harder faster stronger 

And more loving

Because the natural world

Per Mother Nature

Is most effective

When balanced

However, in the year of our Lord

2026

An insightful bio-virologist understands

The most deadly field contagion

Is spiritually based

And often difficult to diagnose

Ahead, eradication

Mostly because a spiritual virus

Causes multiple additions

Masking true root-cause insight

That coupled with incorporeal parasite infestation

Nullifies a patient’s ability 

To see and move in ways

That negate the giant Spirivirus

Especially if your mother was infected

Before birth

And you were born to a bloodline

That accepted Death

As your birthright

And not a spiritual inheritance

That enabled ongoing healing

As a wise choice

With synthesised learning

The truth is

All life that works diligently

To embed lessons

Turning knowledge into wisdom

Which can be shared

To propagate all sentient beings

Has the ability 

To edit their genes

Using light codes

By following the universal signals

Which Source transmits to individuals

Tailored to improve their daily flows

By following detailed instructions

Whereby, humans can repress 

Unhelpful hereditary material

Concurrent to activating dormant genetic codes

That protect their life

Lastly

The most evil Spirivirus toxin

Is the prion spike

Which the virus excretes

To have its prey

Turn themselves into 

A dull and somnolent self-version

So using a strange neurological affect

To make them docile

And less fearful of predators

Making them easier to catch

Coupled with

The Spirivirus’ designated purpose

Which is?

Killing those with higher intelligence

People with bigger brains

A divine species

That poses the greatest risk

To the virus’ survival

And those who infect others

All the while

Making those less intelligent

Or adaptable

With less sight sound etc

More dangerous

As they regress

With negative behavioural psychology

To protect themselves

Growing a predator populace

That doesn’t discern

Who is, and isn’t a threat

To their quality growth

Who is the species

Most threatening to those infecting people

With Spirivirus?

My kind.

That’s it

You thought, in your mind’s eye

Mentally, you withdrew the exceedingly comfortable swivel seat

From Monday morning’s leadership meeting

And began to bang your gorgegous frontal cortex

Into the fucking executive table

Not because you enjoy internal corporate sadomasochism

No.

Because it took a culmination of moments

To move, facts from your subconscious to your emotional operating system

The hippocampus

As your freeze, flight or fight 

And spatial memory epicentre

Where you consciously

With a strong self-visual

Instantly recalled current and former incarnations

Soul contracts

Through epigenetic recordings

Recovering information required to plan routes

Or navigate an environment for optimal lifeforce

That overall, enabled you

To remember who you are

And why you were 

Right now, in the wrong place

You’d self-sucker punched, taking a gig

Which, from the outside-in was fitting

But on closer inspection

Proved industry eyecare recruitment

As a token hire

With the necessary hardware

Not software per quality applications and tailored solution design

To merely show customers, clients, stakeholders and other potential employees

That yes, this company values The penis 

Or The pussy

As long as that shit

Doesn’t think it has the right to think

And God forbid, speaking with authority

Breathe, my love…

It’s not your fault

You didn’t see it sooner

Before you gave them years of gold

The truth is

You’re currently in a lesson

A hard principles class

The one we take to synthesise learning.

Yes, you are surrounded by gold diggers

Who call you Optic

The Nerve!

Alllll behind your back

But to be that, to them

You must remember

They abused themselves, first and foremost

To get to a point

Where you’re as equally one dimensional to them

As they are to themselves

So lift that gorgeous forehead from their oak veneer

Because they invest in fake 

And pretend to take a call

Quietly excusing yourself from a meeting

That you’ll never find yourself, gracing again

Simply, life happened for you

Not to you

Instead

You happened to you

Thanks to your Ancestors

You gorgeous thing, you

You woke this morning

Gripped with Fear

Thinking today 

Was just another day

The same demons

Others freely give you

Because they invite fear

Are also yours 

To harbour

Provide safe passage

Because Fear is a particular captain 

Who requires submission 

And we know this

Having placed matie 

In the all important seat

Somehow giving him

The keys to our body mind and soul

Except today

You have a special guide

A man who knew in life

They'd come for you

Steve Biko, an anti apartheid 

Lover of people

Gently reminding you

The most powerful tool

In the hands of the oppressor 

Is your mind

So that waking thought

Relaxed you

As you lay there

You uncurled your toes

Let all negative feeling 

Dissipate from your being

Taking control of your aura

Shortly

You walk with giants

The spiritual realm

Harks you to listen

Those multidimensional grace whispers

To stand tall

And let go of self-reducing anxiety 

Because if Death is all 

You have to fear

Then know, there's no such thing

There is no end

The Alpha is the Omega 

And Omega, the Alpha

All you need to do

Is clear your energy field 

To make, this new day

Work for you

Knotting, the demons they send

Ashay ashay ashay

There was a time

When men spoke 

And acted on these words

So forging greatness

We hold these truths to be self-evident

That all people are created equal and endowed 

With inalienable rights

Including life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

Which of course enabled America to address

Down the track 

A quantum entanglement

For national alignment

Whereby their beautiful nation

Was built, like the rest of the world

Off the back of slaves

Generation upon generation of stolen nations

Men, women and children

Whose bloodlines came to represent

Courage, love and honour

As their stories were told

And retold, like Rosa

To remind us 

She’s costly

That old chestnut: Freedom

Capital F.

And on any shore

By any race

Any colour 

Or creed

She must be protected

To ensure that we don’t repeat the mistakes

Our forebears died to gift us

And we were gifted

Think Chronos

The 4th of July

Independence Day

A universal prompt

Towards obligation

For all citizens

Of all nations

To stand united concerning these truths

Because safeguarded associated legislations

Is the responsiblity of everyone

And where true power lies

We must love ourselves

And one another, so much so

That barriers to these truths

Like fear and shame and anger

Crumble in the face 

Of who is created equal

And who is endowed with inalienable rights

Because those standing

Evoking the original rose

Jesus Christ

Emphasize to counting critics

That deriding strong men

Whose face is marred with sweat and dust and blood

Who strives valiantly

Who errs and comes short again and again

Isn’t about winning or losing

It’s about quality movement

Regardless of forces, against

Which show that holding these truths

With pure heart and minds

Where Freedom isn’t just another name

For nothing left to lose

Thank you Foster Kristofferson

But a signal

That the triumph of high achievement 

Born of daring greatly 

In attending that arena

Win lose or draw 

Was never the goal

More

Coming home to peace

As said doer of deeds

Because those founding fathers were right

The Declaration of Independence

Was written to enshrine

The importance of separating from those

Who would have us

Separate from ourselves

That the Law of Nature

And Nature’s God entitles them

To themselves

Per these truths

And so much more

As the master of their ship

Under His Most High

You were trained

Explicitly for war

You are incredibly good at it

So much so, you bought the lifestyle

Why?

It’s lucrative

Short term for you

Long term, them

Death is the most valuable commodity on earth

Not health.

As such, it’s your job to come back from any theatre

Where you learn, and practice discernment

Because they taught you well

But you self-educated better

In an oppositional manner

Ta da

In doing so, became Sun Tzu’s most important lesson

Which is?

One cannot successfully attend any battlefield

Without having won the war, within

You’ll know you’ve achieved your return-on-investment

When emotional intelligence 

Tops your systemic practice and process

Yes, goals are great

But sans a dedicated approach, we reduce effectiveness

The primary way

A predator achieves their ability to trap

In any universal wartime setting, aka life 

Is based on a simple primary premise...

They want you, angry with their nature and associated action

Which logically speaking is ridiculous

Imagine yourself constantly cranky

With the coffee you bought

From a shitty barista

What?

Or with a mandarin for being orange in colour

No

Instead, let a law of Nature 

O physics guide you well

Any one that works for you

Study them

For me...

Archimedes principle of buoyancy

If the net object weight is less

Than the opposing measures

Like displaced fluid

Or negative emotions that others want you to own

Rather than that person projecting blagh blagh

Then we must work to become as light as a feather

In achieving your own gravitational field

Where you’re naturally resistant 

To poor behavioural psychology

And that, my friends

Is the aim of the game

To return home per alignment

Before we go Home

To our Ancestors

With love

Mac

Madame Web

Is a spiritual allegory

For what youth can expect

From pedos and power mongers 

Who need to stop their true growth 

By throwing riches 

And fake lifestyles at them

To coax them off the path

And away from their true inheritance 

Their power, divine intelligence and ultimate protection 

They will attempt to groom you

Any way possible

Get you comfortable 

It's a trap 

Your actual strength 

Comes from your bloodline

So slow down, listen to your Ancestors 

Never take the easy choice

Retain your soul

Your precious identity 

Ask your forebears, to train with them

To receive knowledge that transforms

Into wisdom to become clean

Free flowing energy, the healthy self-version

For love personified 

That's how to keep, the monsters away

When they cannot align

They'll keep it pushing

Because you were never

A realistic target

Practice saying no

And see how they respond 

If they don't like no

Then, you'll know

Your clear boundaries 

Will save your life

And that, chickens

Is the gig