P a r t n e r

P A R T N E R

May the winds of Heaven dance between whole and separate beings

11:11:11

Dear Partner,

I haven't written to you as early as I had of hoped. I have had a lot on my mind - with all this paperwork from Poet's legal bombardment, coming to terms with my Children's horrible SMS messages and the anxiety over the loss of everything I had ever worked for , but I am safe - fit & well. There is too much paperwork these days that complicates ones life. I have really missed my kids, but other than that my life has been, trekking high around this magical part of Earth and I feel, quite relaxed now on reflecting about this recent past. I've been all alone in this damn tent though, freezing my tits off taking notes on how the Sherpa's Micro-Community works, yet after this unusual cold spell Nepal has suffered it makes things very difficult having your tent buried under two metres of snow. There has been a solace too which I needed, with no-one to nag me and in seeing the stars at high altitude is amazing above the Himalayas on my 'Sabbatical' tour; 'Sublime' I might say in proving that these types of micro-communities would provide a suitable second economy for Down Under to serve the disadvantaged, Elderly & Students. A monk just said to me David 'It will be alright' Being alone provides a special place to reflect on ones past, helping me anyway to discover who I really am. I needed a rest, and frankly I was happy to get away from all those bleeding whining termites: This trip has been a glorious adventure. I do miss having a laugh with you out on the rear dock at nothing in particular; and looking forward to another Thursday nights with the boys.

Anyway, whilst I've been away in my own company I have discover a bit about ME - for as soon as we landed here we were stuck in the middle of a war zone, with the Maoist uprising against the King. Up in the high country of Lukla it is quite a safe place though and the kids of Nepal are ragged dressed, yet curious - happy to play any game I've conceived and I have a new focus or belief for this simple life they lead from being here surrounded by their families, in clean air and amazing beauty. The Old Boy's use to babble on about their dam Sabbatical tours and the wonderful stories about the Catacombs and traveling far and wide around Europe to rediscover a Gnostic view of life. I loved listening to the stories of returning to England, as well as tours in old Zimbabwe revisiting the memories of their younger selves as Pilots when the British Royal Flying Squadron was in its glory. Give me a Red was a bespoke cliché - and in this reflection of my own escape I have discovered who were a wasted peace of mind and who were actually my real friends.

On my recent stay in Namche, I must say especially that our crew was a little traumatized. We saw many disturbing events that troubled our minds in the blizzards and yet overall I saw much less Chaos there than in the West. I feel that this tour has changed me in so many ways emotionally, unveiling my eyes to actually see the magnificence of this Earth. An oxidizing realm of reality is cast over life here, death and decay in surroundings so beautiful, has effected me greatly. The whole experience challenged my senses and as I looked over Mt. Everest I felt a pressing need to work on this theory of Conscious change you presented, if only for our kids future. I want to help teach and protect our children in a future who are being consumed by computers & pollution; and as I look across the shear mass of ice we must become more aware that sea levels are on the rise. The glaciers have receded tremendously and you have to see it to understand the shear scale of our immediate problems. I know from your Work Partner that we need the right Words - ones that reverse the costly forces of combustion over our lives - 'A New Word Order' of which that character, the prestigious Hourman becomes the victim.

Gosh! the contrasts that I have witnessed. Can you imagine the smell of the burning flesh, while Bloody tourists photograph bodies eagerly - being cremated? And the eight people that died in the high country from accident and altitude sickness whist I was there; coming across a dead body in our frozen path, looking up over this stiff frozen body and seeing the beauty of this Planet looking over the top of the World? Life & Death, beauty & decay, hanging over the Native people's life day to day - but death here is considered as the Aether or a pathway to another life. I gained something, reading that gaudery purple scrapbook of yours and this Theory of Micro-community & Conscious Change explains so much on the resonate tone we each employ over life - maybe related to that 440hz conspiracy I reviewed - very interesting. You have left me with a project I see needed for the future, that as a Physicist, I understand empirically well; I mean I just couldn't get 'Big Rhea's Theory' out of my head - I truly believe this life hasn't been given for misery as Patience says and I feel we can only move forward with the right Words in the quest for Mankind to wake up. Considering if Intelligence were found on Earth, Truth must be the chosen weapon of mass destruction in rewriting History without all the Hollywood fantasy.

I've had this re-occurring dream of various stages: you were flying over Nepal with a younger girl, in a little yellow plane. Vividly, I remember she was dressed in ghostly white. My little Japan, was painted as livery, the name of the plane and from all around the cosmos I watched as this vision transcendence from above Kathmandu. The shanty city was frozen in the dream, white everywhere covered in snow and the death and burning flesh that I had witnessed previously had disappeared, absorbed under ice as if the glaziers of Lukla had come back to envelope all the chaos which I'd seen. The dream ended with torrential Rain; The girl was singing 'Can you see me falling' and as I watched, as then the white-out cleared and life was reborn again and I could see new birth replacing that rotten decay. This theory of yours maybe will save Mother Earth's unconscious state, but more realistically I feel we can provide poorer communities the light & irrigation they need with such ease. A greater period of peace and harmony to follow on I hope in the absorption of these thoughts.

And what about this weather we've been having. It seems the drought has broken in Australia with a period of condensation to follow and what about the decline in interest rates. I must admit, as I flew in from London today, Sydney will be a better place to live with these ensuing financial problems that seem in-sequential and planned BS to me. It is Dam cold in Nepal this year and I feel it will only get cooler from now on. Has the Change come already as we meander around old technology that moves us so inefficiently, being hundreds of years old? A Monk I helped gain the steep rocky stairs, touched my arm afterwards and said 'cleverness breeds contempt' - Amen'al and then miraculously said to me 'your friend will understand.'

The Hourman will probably commission an 'Ark' for himself or build underground and then charge us all to board. Maybe one day a Sovereign Government will form the processes that constitute public funded planning over these evil corporate central banks, and strategically will serve us better by loving the Australian water, soil & skies a little better: after all Our indigenous spirits of a long past have successfully created 60,000 years of micro-economy using this theology. I liked your presentation on the Macro - that all faith is given for reason to above but not to below, and given senselessly as stories - and that we can't really be a religion, yet we can be Australians.

I'm also sure that in the next life we will all be judged for our actions. Wouldn't you like to be a fly on the wall, in Heaven, watching as all the evil manipulating bastards are turned into insects as fate for virtue in such poor character. To consider the empirical Dreamtime, I'd like a Queen for our country to bring a greater gift for our great Island, the Ark, by presenting the biggest celebration ever for the Oldest known living culture left on this planet saving the kids from detention of Christmas Island - what a gift that Word is to attract tourism. These matriarchal type thoughts are unique though and I see the Poets and their hindsight of probability looming ominously, presenting damming facts, rhetorically of why this would not be such a grand idea for their pecuniary interests. Stay out of debt is my business advice and save for the future of uncertainty in this printed Macro-World. It is the time to cash up in Aussie Gold as the financial markets again face much greater tragedy.

I presented a draft to United Nation Chief 'Helen Clark' in London and told her 'It will be alright'

Catch up with you soon.

Courage

PS: And of course Watch your back young fella.