That night I sat playing my guitar, the black background of space was suddenly broken by a magnificent Comet that crossed over the City skyline, amazingly lighting it with colours of this Sovereign nation as if it were a sign from the divine. Sean had also described the event in much detail but it was much more for him than I could have ever imagined. I was alone and very emotional thinking about what had transpired for me to be there outside an old brown site office - was it my fate? Over the door to my Concrete site office hung  my encouragement, in the form of a sign 'Mt: Idea'  and in  Sydney since 2010 I'd noticed the Dragonflies that hung around the pooled water behind my concrete site had for some reason disappeared. The Orb weaver I was so used to walking into had also vanished, missing from my daily walk and my thoughts were maybe these totems of mine were becoming extinct. The Orb weaver I was most careful of in the mornings as I walked the dogs in dim light but many a time I found myself arriving back at the old concrete site with some Angels Hair on a sleeve. Usually the Orb weaver spider packed there web away before dawn.  The Summer of 2015 would prove to be be wet again. I hated humidity and my curse was a dripping sweat I could not control. Maybe my totems would return in the future with better luck to free me from this incarceration of loneliness & financial disparity.

Japanese considered the Dragonfly to be a messenger of fortune.....

I had read that 2017 would be a substantial year for change and boy, didn't the World need it. I had studied Equilibrium, game theory & micro-economics in my business adventures and this was prevalent considering the economic drama our prestigious leaders ranted about continuously.  In that 2017 we were to face the crossroads, it had been written, when great peace could overwhelm the unconscious apathy we all seemed to face - Intelligence had to be found in the Word. I wondered if indeed a stabilization of the carbon mother was possible and could life be more productive with simpler ways. I knew that mass communication could be the voice of change if aligned into one message.  I have attributed the need for relief from life's complex struggle over regulations, tolls and bank fees on our savings accounts as oppressive and no society ever succeeded under oppression. Certainly business developers were struggling to find any creatively or good intentions and I felt at some point in time an uprising was certain to challenge the macro-failure providing for Mankind. Simplicity I'd written in a diary entry

'One Tax & the Politician who cared'

The Sydney foreshore office where I resided & work is a picturesque place. The Harbour bridge towers well above the old concrete site and the bridge seemed much bigger that one could imagine from this perspective. The City's windows and skyline in the distance reflected glints of light, shimmering during the day towards Mt: Idea and although the place was daggy the view became a Sea of Gold when the Bridge was facing the morning Sun light.  I  was on a new path from the old day to day drudgery of engineering,  discovering more and more empirical knowledge each day as I write in solidarity with my conscious mind. I'd been enlightened by my young brother in-law, Sean who left his scrapbook on a recent visit and I couldn't help but look at the contents in bewilderment. Sean had many diagrams, words and wishes for humanity within a theme of saving the Christmas Island kids from Asylum and it was my economic theory & Engineering capabilities from running business that gave me some clues to help him.

A Beautiful Mind......

The severe weather patterns of late were quite unreasonable and condensation presented much Rain down under and extremely cold weather up North. Since 2008 the winters in Europe & America had become much colder than any in recorded history and both  suffered extremes of storms, flooding, cyclones, hotter days and dust storms. As Sean continually talked about saving Christmas Island, in 24 hours he'd say,  it would be the perfect development to empower using our skills. My business life & Sean's given work had developed the idea of a Tradesman's University in a Micro-Community that would provide a test site for our logic to develop new forms of energy and caring for these kids. A community could to promote 'A Theory of Change' to the World of newer technology and borrowed from the studies of ancient knowledge found in our own History.

The Oldest known Culture on Earth......

The politics of Christmas Island were stupid when one just considers for a moment the name - for Tourism. Dark matter, it seemed, was discussed each day as a part of our Dramatic lives as journalists and TV presented such propaganda to serve their masters for over 30 years - it was tiresome.  The great debates over the problem continued by purposeful Politicians, yet no processes to fix the situation had ever arisen. That indecisiveness had cost tax payers many billions of dollars in locking away desperate people and the abuse the Children were seeing was indescribable. Hunger and poverty from Religious wars covered the planet whilst the rich fat bums sat in congress delivering speeches that in effect only continued their personal political plight for inept short term strategies.  It seemed to us that the future of the Planets welfare had been placed on the table right under our noses and so it was, our work now had great reasoning. The planning and the motive that could prophet the economy & the  Christmas kids was a satisfying plan. My friend is a genius and the texts given to him from above have become a passion that we can both work towards. The rest I guess can only be  history.

Change was about to come...