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Gabriel and Natalie meet to discuss the case of her missing father.
Their first vision of the past back to the time of the great flood
They travel to Nat’s home and business dealings in Mycenae vases.
They again travel back to explore the past
We meet the villains
While escaping to a safe haven between Sydney and Brisbane
Buzz narrates a vision he had of Egypt
They arrive at the home of Sir Hamish Grant
Buzz reviews what they have learn’t so far
When Sir Hamish learns what’s been going on, he reacts surprisingly.
Nat and Buzz wake up in a castle in Scotland
Nat relates her conversation with Merenith
Nat remembers as Sarah
Buzz meets Laurence
Nat listens to Dora’s story
Buzz travels to London
While returning to Scotland he Envisions Egypt at time time of Yuya the Vizier
Nat enquires of the plan to find her fathers detractors
A vision of Solomon and Sheba
Nat continues with a vision of Ahab and Jezabel
Buzz reviews what they have learnt so far
They fly to the French Riviera to meet up with acquaintances of Jo McHale and discuss plans for his rescue.
Natalie’s comments on why women’s names were absent from the biblical accounts of the flood
Nat sees though the eyes of Cleopatra
The influence of the Parthians during the time of Jesus and Mary Magdalene
They head towards Zurich in a mobile command centre
Laurence explains the Mason’s interest in the Ark and ORME’s
Buzz and Laurie “discuss” the moral implications
Nat relates her vission of Elisabeth and Mary
Arrival at St Bernard’s Monastery in the Swiss Alps
Nat and Buzz discuss the involvement of Jesus and Mary Magdalene
Natalie and Gabriel consummate their bond
Laurie and Sir Hamish accompany Otto back to Rome
Nat contemplates Jesus’s teachings
They share a vision of the Last Supper
They all travel to Egypt
Buzz reviews how they arrived at this point and place in time
They snatch Joe from his captors to be reunited with Merenith
Please bear with me on this one because I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea and that only a few million poor souls bought into the Oprah Winfrey backed extravaganza, but ‘The Secret” really bites if you are one of the unfortunates who don’t ever get to partake of the promised benefits because it could not possibly work for every one the way it is being proposed at the moment.
For those that are not aware of the secret it is a Cult of almost unprecedented proportions, promising unlimited fame and fortune for its practitioners and marketed on the international stage like no other in history. The author and main protagonist is a one Rhonda Byrnes and in my opinion she is cashing in on one of the oldest principles of building the Berlin wall between the rich and the poor that antiquity has to offer. If there’s any reality to Rhonda Byrnes’ marketing fiasco don’t you think that somewhere along the line some big and powerful organization would have picked up on it before it was released to the general public? Oh dear, I hear the reply; so ergo, a quick glance around and we seem to be surrounded by monoliths that have mastered the secret, Google, Microsoft, The Pope, The Rothschild’s, The Masons, The Mormons, The Dali-Lama? The list seems to be endless, so my enquiry is; how could an individual practitioner of ‘The Secret’ compete with the consolidated will of the organized practitioners, when they seem to be intent on profiteering from the masses? Would not the bigger positive law of attraction override the individuals desires?
The Catholic Church is an interesting case study. Over the thousands of years it has practiced the secret to monopolizing money and power; it has a track record of keeping the pew warmers in their place while revelling in its own success. Same thing with the Rothschild’s even though their Ashkenazi power base can only be traced back hundreds of years or so. The Masons really had the bit between their teeth by the time they signed the American Declaration of Independence and Cecil Rhodes engineered his own Empirical ambitions. Adolf Hitler seemed to have a particularly good handle on the application until an even bigger positive thinker came along to put an end his run. McCarthyites pitted their strength of unity against the Stalinists and now it’s Christians against Muslims.
I think you get the gist of what I’m saying, the power of attraction works until a bigger magnet comes along, this is why big companies like Gunns in Tasmania, send trouble makers into the greenies, so their magnet doesn’t get to powerful and planet stuffing pulp producers are put out of business. The real secret to power and wealth is UNITY and while we have individual power brokers plying their trade, with the intent of their own interests above others, chaos in the ranks will prevail and solo seekers doomed to failure.
We, the manipulated, need to get organized if we want to compete in our future. We the masses have the potential for having the biggest magnet on the playing field. We, the poor and meek pins in the fabric of society, have the ability to inherit the Earth if we could galvanize ourselves into a solid body and WE could ensure that all our collective children could have an equal portion with out having to slave for the privileged minority till eternity.
The concept of a central data bank with equal access to education, health advice and a say in the running of a real democracy, is the right of every child of the future and could provide the basis for sustainable, peaceful government by the people for the people, into the immediate future and beyond. Use ‘the secret’ to get out from under tyrannical rule, not for personal gain. Play Rhonda Byrnes’ game as long as it benefits all and don’t rub your success in the face of those who haven’t got it yet because it will do nothing for providing the unity we will all need if we are ever going to have a chance of heaven on earth or solve some of the problems we are presently facing.
The powers that be exist, not from any democratic process, but because circumstance deemed it. If you were born with a demographic disability to access education, the chances of you going on to be a Eaton professor, for example, are limited to a small percentage but if you are installed into the process by birth the odds are greatly enhanced. Now while I am conscious of the fact I am going against the grain by stating the obvious, privileges of birth are a fact of life; if not the infallible rule.
The same goes for most chosen aspects of life, in any established field of human endeavour, the more connected your parents the more chance of your success. How many times have you heard the acceptance speech where the recipient first goes on to expound how they never would have been there if it wasn’t for the support of “connected” family? Now I am not bringing this up to just be a negative killjoy or to discourage any aspire ring one offs but it would be nice if the ones who, for whatever the circumstance, having obtained the office of success, would back off a little and stop ramming it down the throats of the underprivileged that anyone can make it if they are prepared to go the extra distance.
While this type of encouragement maybe helpful for the occasional over achiever, the majority of people have to put up with the constant reminder that they have no excuse for being average, and it is very annoying! Recent events have shown to all that the most unlikely candidates can go on to be president of the United States but that is a one in a billion abnormality. What about the other 999,999,999 unfortunate aspiring souls? It’s a big get of your lazy ass and aspire to be something you can’t possible obtain, very depressing and maybe a contributing factor to the gruesome reality the major cause of death for people under thirty five is suicide.
So in conclusion to this most unwelcome commentary, if you find yourself in the small percentage of those who have made it, don’t rub it in the faces of those who haven’t and don’t forget the old adage “there but for the grace of god go I.”
How’s everybody doin’, now it’s the end of the academic year and Xmas is on the horizon?
I’m up to my armpits in another Government sponsored Schoolies on the Gold Coast. So far there’s not as many drunks on the streets as Police and all the Kiwi heavies are doing a good job. McDonalds is safely protected by the largest slab of tattoos you’ve ever seen and the felafel vendors are supplying the music. With an official wristband you can gain free entry into the night clubs, which is almost similar to drug pushers giving away free samples but I’m sure all the responsible accommodation lords are happy.
Pool has won recognition from the Government task force but there’s still no sign of the promised improvements. Lots of current trendy musicians are making their presents felt (from the admin side of things) and various semi-retired collegians are regularly posting on our prize winning site. Our resident prolific exegesis producing professional has excelled himself with a stunning ninety odd pages of revision after nearly a year hanging out with ABC top shelfers and we can look forward to a couple of months free of the generic greying of our front pages by student flying fish.
Rossco’s hanging in there, even though he must be hard at work with the current outbreak of fires. GB’s animals are charming everybody, d’s poetry is coming along nicely and ships full of duffle bags are steaming to there destinations.
Anyhow, that’s about all from me for now, time to start looking for that special tree and all the goodies to go under it.
from Waynes Word on Web, 10.12.09
This week on the ABC’s radio national, I was treated to a display of academic delusion, proportional to the biggest trees in the world not being able to be seen because of an immense forest of them obscuring the view. Now while I do not want to ridicule presenters, or the “experts” they employ because, as we full well know, that would be just shooting fish in a barrel; I would ask poolies to bear with me while I tear strips off the concept they were attempting to pontificate on.
The topic was the seven deadly sins and sloth in particular. Weeks of effort had gone into taking seriously the Catholic presumption that certain human traits were worthy of death, even though they never mention the foulest applications of the mortal condition, regularly committed over the millenniums by the very institution that compiled the list. Never once did they contemplate the possibility that these abominations of judgemental cliché’s were the product of a bourgeoisie who lorded it over a proletariat of pew warmers frozen by the concept normal human behaviours were “sins” of monumental proportions.
As a finale to the epically mundane series, a panel of (ex-spurt) experts were gathered to summarize the anal deliberations and select a “sin” to top the list. One, with his head so far up the proverbial, stood out to such an extent he would have given an ouroboros a run for his money. With an agenda to drive, he deemed sloth the worst sin of all, labelled dole bludgers as “ the lowest of low and the worst type of people, quoted the irrefutable “evidence” lazy people destroy civilizations and stated “we would be all doomed if chilling out became the norm”. Now if he had of bothered to check any evidence to support his dangerously stupid presumption, he would have been overwhelmed with the reality weapon carrying, marching, early rising, ant like morons and overzealous Nazi types were the main cause of destruction in any of the big civilization levellings. Take one second and contemplate the hell productive types caused in Europe in the Forties, look at what the Romans armies did to Carthage, wake up and smell the coffee; if in the end we as a species are standing on the edge of extinction and discussing the cause of our predicament, will guy’s like our expert still be trying to blame it all on dope smoking dole bludgers or will an over valued protestant work ethic be the main culprit?
from Waynes Word on Web, 02.11.09
With all the talk on “the” seven deadly sins lately, I just wanted to put in a good word for Sloth and consider some other animals we may be able to malign when it comes to mascots for unforgivable sins.
Take the cat, how full of pride is that animal? Proud of its appearance, proud of where it sits and pride exudes when it brings you a mouse. I think we should call the “sin” of pride, Catfullness.
How about anger, have you ever seen anything as angry as a Maltese terrier when they just see something they don’t like, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap??? We could call that “sin” Maltese Terrierness.
Greed; just a short trip away to the sea-shore and you can witness all the greed you want in the form of the little evil seagull. Just start throwing a few chips around and before you know it, mine, mine, mine, and mine. Blatant Gullness!!!
Lust, Rabbits, need I say anymore?
ENVY, try eating a chicken in front of a Labrador.
Maybe we can lump them all together and call them Humanfullness, but then again we would have to add a few more undesirable traits before we could go that far.
Anyway about those few words in defence of that malicious three toed creature that hangs around in trees and doesn’t do anything. At least it isn’t destroying the planet or exterminating species by the dozens and if it is guilty of anything, then so is the Koala and it’s getting stoned on eucalyptus while it’s sinning. So as a final thought, I think we should give the sloth a break and call the final deadly sin Koalafullness.
from Waynes Word on Web, 22.10.09
The sea, the sea; what draws man to the sea?
A hostile environment that others would flee
Possible engulfment to an oxygen depleted demise
A red flag to a bull but some would shield their eyes
Salt encrusts every molecule, abrasion to the flesh
Unbearable cold or a mind numbing, hydrating mesh
Of incompatible elements fused into a powerful force
So closely welded to the creator or life’s infinite source
We the corruptible creatures, so soft to the touch
Are drawn like moths to the flame of oceans douche
Willingly throw ourselves regularly into the turbulence
Of a living, breathing mass of force, without sense
Of purpose and of insane lust men drown in desire
For fame or for glory, for freedom or for hire
Some even get time to complete their course
While others eternally, woefully, rock back and forth
To the sound of lapping against the normality of land
Sailors in the depths of service, pay a bleeding hand
No possible compensation could hope to reimburse
A conscientious mariner for the troubles or the curse
Of a life, or a death, lived at sea in the bowels of hell
Rotten health or immortality await those that dwell
Things cannot compare with experiences gained
In the waters belched from the earth its self, not rained
from Waynes Word on Web, 23.10.09
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?
Or do trolls bar your way
Do fortunes favour the brave?
Or bloody idiots keep them at bay
The metaphor is completely simple
And the meaning o so plain
You can travel the path before you
Or turn and take the train
Quite often the road is narrow
And maybe fraught with travail
But on the other hand, safe carriages
Can often leave the rail
So consider this when travelling
The roads of life’s possibilities
You can’t always predict
Which dog will have the fleas!
Is there something blocking your way?
Spirits to watch and record every move
Suddenly, things are not so clear
The isolation is not that of a grove
Changing fortunes come and go
Below the frame another picture
Offsetting, off-putting the moment
Creating an atmosphere that’s unsure
This type of feeling comes and goes
With uncertainty of safety negotiated
Allegiances, pacts made, not honoured
Leaves one to the ravages of fate dilated
Still, no use stopping now
It’s all or nothing this far in
Whether the air is fine or foul
Only time will tell, hesitation’s a sin
Now the path is clear and the view pristine
No need for panicking or to run and hide
Clarity in vision and a peace of mind
Looking very different from the other side
Sacred sanity, smoothing every thought
Craziness has gone from the moment
Direct purpose has taken its place
Pasts uncertainties have been spent
Here we go off towards a goal
Striking while the iron is hot
Pitching the proposed plan
Selling that which once was not
Sunrise creates the morning glow
Bringing light to the world of possibility
Shinning down on endless paths
Where there was fear now serendipity
from Waynes Word on Web, 21.10.09
As any musician knows, to be in tune with the overall soundscape at all points in the proceedings, defines whether or not you should be allowed to perform with the band/ orchestra and what the appropriate frequency is, must be agreed to before harmony can be established. Why we do not consider this when administering our daily lives is a mystery to me.
If we are ever to play the symphony “Utopia”, presuming the perfect score could be penned and the adequately trained performers gathered, then a conductor would have to define the pitch, all would tune to, before tapping the rostrum.
So, while some would say, no amount of effort could ever bring about an idealistic society. I’m sure at some point in the past someone said the same thing about producing a collaboration which eventually led to the works of Mozart or Beethoven and they would have been right if the concept of concert pitch was never established.
Let’s all back the process which leads to an agreement on the harmonic we all should play to and worry about the part we can play after the first tap of the conductors baton, later.