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Published: September 18th 2008
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Earthdream Australia
‘The Mighty Burning Demon’, an expedition to Mutonia. Robin, from Mutoid Waste Co.’s Vision for the coming 2012 antics, when the dawn of a new era, will be held here in Alberie Creek as we move towards another dimension in this millennia, see www.earthdream.com. On the 21st June, the demon was finished in the making and burned that evening. We left Melbourne three days previous however for a 3200km round trip. We left the infamous hostel, run by James and Tamzin, near Argyle Street, it doesn’t have a ‘hostel’ sign outside, (which is probably why I can’t remember if it needs a name) its more somewhere you stay through word of mouth, but its infamous for its life changing, soul nourishing - bonding, where people stay for a while and never forget their memories there. If you’re ever looking for a hostel to stay this is the place to come, it is run like a co-op in some respects, where everyone takes on their responsibilities to run and look after the place and each other, it’s also a stones throw away from Fitzroy, Brunswick street area, maybe the coolest part of Melbourne to hang out. Friends of Cat’s
when she was here, I hooked up with peeps and chipped in for the hire of some stylish 4x4’s, which made our cruise less time consuming, and more economical.
Arriving on site we were welcomed at the entrance by the bold opening of two planes on their ends, thankfully Robin had gone to the effort of putting lights all around the planes, showing the way, which was most appreciated as we’d been driving for days, and had already taken one wrong turn through the dessert. And believe, you cannot make those mistakes out here!
The outlined vision was exciting as we moved closer to the dwellings. We found James’s crew and camped up next to their marquee for the night. It was surprisingly warm really, as I had expected the vast open landscape to bear chilling winds, in this the Ozzie winter. Awakening the following morning we looked out upon the vastness of time, this place, as far as the eye could see, 360 degrees, vertically and horizontally was nothing but sand and rock with the occasional inclining of a tree. It felt as though we were captured inside one of those plastic ornaments that when you shake
the glitter/snow swirls around. Another comparison this springs to mind is that we’d actually discovered another planet. It resembled significance to perhaps exploring the moon, or mars, not that you would go for too far a stroll in any direction, with a fear of never returning, yes this is the real deal.
Come join the journey to inspire,
To transcend our spirits a little higher & higher,
From the Plateau,
To the Ghetto,
We put our faith in what we both know,
To be true,
To be you,
To just exist and see this day through,
For when we close our eyes we go within,
And its here we see the universe spin.
Only you know what lies there,
Laid Bare,
It comes across as a glare,
As a stare,
At another,
What you seek,
From this world, is your peek,
At its realities, & its bleak,
If it’s not shaped in a positive streak,
“Blessed are the meek”, for they shall inherit the Earth,
Yeah, and its turf,
The perplexities of nature,
Now paralleled with concrete fascia.
Trees Shoots,
Lifting up from tarmac roots,
The Gail wind force of this power,
Blazing through a city of man-made tower,
Coming closer to the hour,
These strange uncertain times,
Will shower,
Either Acid Rain,
Or a Love Domain,
Dancing between our physical plane,
Will this wave rise up in vain?
As it crashes down,
Will we remain the same?
The sane or Insane
Face of Humanity,
Wash away our Vanity,
So we are left plain,
Complex Complexions drizzle down the drain.
“Is it just another case of history repeating” (cue propeller heads tune)
Again, & Again, & Again, & Again,
DJ hit the record,
It got stuck in the grain.
The figure of Eight,
Loppgiggers,
Infinity Shivers,
As we’re born through the flesh passage,
That our mother delivers.
9 months of maternity,
Is forever our Eternity.
This is the Ancient prophecy,
No fear shall pass upon eyes that see,
And behold, ‘the Lord’,
In his final hour,
‘None shall pass’
All will cower,
At a light, so bright,
It should have healed all sight,
But those left blind,
Will be helped through their flight,
To find their inner truth, that all religion empowers,
For its rules and restrictions were not meant to be fought,
The creator,
The woman,
Whose time is now taught,
Yes! Story time now shall be
of love and support.
In the book as we turn the page,
To the chapter entitled ‘The Aquarian Age’,
There is no one master to appear on this stage.
Its time to understand, rejoice, & engage.
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FAR out dEeezee Weezeee...... What a story huh! What a rhyme... have you got a publisher yet!! I's yu girl!!!! Missing ya chicken. Hope you're gonna bring back some of that love bug big up the planet wisdom home and share it all around... Brightons so lame without you!! But do kEEP Up the travelling - I love hearing all about your journey. BE safe HunXXXX Loads a Love the Curly TwirllyXXXX