Not even half three and I’m exhausted.. I thought I was ready for civilization.. Definitely not ready for civilization. I wonder whether other people always have such intense encounters with beings of the same species cos honestly.. All the time..everywhere I go. I’m some kinda magnet for weird shit. Was gonna head into the CBD, missed the train..
“all g.. Guess these are the cards the universe has dealt me today.. Mebbe I’ll just go to the next town for groceries ”
Get accosted by these 3 men in their 50s loitering out front of a vintage menswear shop that one of them owns.. They dig my style (“pfft naturally” *brushes shoulders, winks ). One extremely tall, very interesting illustrator.. looks like a lumberjack in red flannelette. Keeps talking about West Australian wildflower season.. The Reeth flower in Mullewa.. How he felt so compelled to slowly caress these big marble statues out the front of Brett Whitely’s house in the 80s but he felt someone watching him and it was Brett Whitely gazing at him through a peep hole in a wall with a sliding hatch. Almost miss the train again cos he’s the kind of man who loves to ramble.. Albeit very interesting.
Their “friend” or just some local lingering nearby, not sure.. Starts talking to me as I’m getting on the train and realize that my train ride is now reserved for this encounter though I was rather perturbed by it. Namely cos I just wanted to read and he struck me as this kinda unhinged and persistent Alaskan mountain man in a tie dyed tracksuit drinking some kinda moonshine from a 1.25ltr bottle of solo. He’s 52 but he’s dressed like a 15 year old from 84 on their way to a block party in Detroit. He’s getting kicked out of his house and the elderly woman he had been caring for professionally there had now been placed in a nursing home/hospice prison like something from ‘One flew over the cuckoo’s nest’ but without the Native American.. Naturally a tragic tale but I wasn’t gunna run away with him despite his offers. He got shitty at me when I declined to have lunch with him. Perhaps cos I got shitty at him when he said he only used his rifles in Alaska to shoot the “big stupid trees” .. So I went on a massive rant about trees and fungi underground communication systems and the lovely old woman near us jumped on board and we kinda ganged up on him about plant and tree consciousness..
Anyway so I go do my groceries.. So hard.. So many ethical debacles I was crossing in my head today.. Sometimes easy, sometimes not.. “What do you mean this pork is Australian made from 10% of Australian ingredients.. Where’s the other 90% from?”
Get the train back, listen to a song on an old familiar album but it was like I hadn’t ever really heard that song properly before.. You know when that happens? Being in a different state of presence, different state of being.
Get off the train, the owner of the vintage menswear store is out the front.. No shirt.. Lol.. Such a good picture, max gay cowboy vibe. Short stocky shirtless hairless super tanned buff man in his fifties leaning up against a wall in the direct sunlight, wearing heaps of chains, crystals, rings and a fedora tilted forward. I’m wearing sunnies, starts talking to me about how the ultraviolet light absorbed through the retina signals to the melanin in our skin and therefore covering our eyes makes our skin think we’re in the shade thus we get sunburnt and avoid all the healing properties that comes with breathing in light through the body. Which., in all honesty, was something I had already heard and though I hadn’t given it research time, did seem pretty plausible to me.
But then he starts going on about monoatomic gold and ormus being Cleopatra’s milk, an ancient alchemical secret and the oil in the lamp of christ. That it’s particles have shown to levitate and travel through dimensions when studied. The secret to eternal youthfulness. the food for our pineal gland and our light body of ultimate divine consciousness. *flexes his pecs*
That drinking it gives us unlimited power of expansion and enlightenment. We are light beings, monoatomic gold has all the trace mineral properties inside the earth and inside us, it feeds our internal light bodies and helps us to transcend through to the next dimension; illuminated. “I’m not trying to sell it to you but come in, have a look”. Obviously I just wanna go home and eat my well overdue lunch but *resting nice face and I love a good story*
I go into his store. It has lots of fancy cuff links and other assorted men’s stuff.. Shiny vintage shaving things and ties and things.. It smells like a well dressed man from the 50s would smell. He reaches behind the counter and pulls out this little blue glass bottle of ormus.. ‘this is it! This is the ultimate exilir for ascension!” It looks like semen, he drinks a cap full.
“ah I guess I will have to research it some.. ”
“you’re a cutie and have been sent on an important journey so I thought I’d give you the secret to enlighment”… His eyes are a crystal blue but they do not seem lost.
We continue talking and I manage to get through the door, get to the traffic lights outside the store. He gives me some doterra frankincense to put under my nose.. “Ormus, frankincense and myrrh were at the table at the last supper.”
“If you are a prophetess you will spread the word and when you get to the gates of the next dimension they will ask you if you found the secret to enlightment and because now you have, you will say “yes” and they will ask” did you impart the knowledge…?”
So here I am guys hahahahahahahah
A massive semi trailor haults at the lights.. barely.. Keeps rolling forward like his brakes don’t work but I walk in front of it anyway.. Worth the risk ?