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As I strolled aimless on the edges of sacrament one day I wasn't looking and died by accident. With sugar on my tongue and a breeze in each armpit I descended to heaven cross-legged by magic carpet. Carried along through tunnels by the flow of waves I met this soul with the role of issuing halos. His name was Aurora, one time bet-maker. Everything he said he sang like Chet Baker. He explained the significance of the halos intentions, the way that each increment of its dimensions bore a correlation to the core of your essence, with factors including the learning of lessons. Things that matter the most here being reflect and direct on the gleam that your seeing. Overall size of the particle density as it corresponds to mission intensity. Well over 400 factors with gradiance come into play with each new halos radiance. With congratulations on repeating my name he also assured me that no two are the same. It allows you a glimpse of each persons spirit without even having to come anywhere near it. So with halo in place and my thankfulness pledged my resident status in heaven was full-fledged.

One day in eternity after riding a teeter-totter with God I fell asleep with my feet in the water of a lake by a tree in a quiet little place where I could be by myself with the sun on my face. A little while later I awoke to a rumbling and opened my eyes to see a scene so humbling. I couldn't quite catch my breath and my pulse doubled 'cause the lake looked like it boiled as it bubbled. But instead of scalding my skin it was soothing and it only felt like only my imagination was melting and trickling into a pool of fluid intuition as secret splendour came to fruition. My own eyes surrendered as rapture found its purpose as beautiful harmonies danced on the surface, abstract shapes of all colours first did a dance and then floated when each bubbled bursted. Literally billions of magnificent things would quake and quiver on top of the lake. I glanced left and right to see if maybe anyone else was dreaming this dream. When I turned all the way with my back to the spectre, I saw there an angel in the form of perfection. I felt paralysed and my voice tried to hide. She glided and just moved her hips side to side. Without moving her feet, her hand held out in front of her, calm and collected my hopes in her palm. The closer she came, and something about her. The most soothing sound grew louder and louder. Intense pleasure ran the length of my spine as i pulled her towards me with the strength of my mind. When our hands finally touched she told me she loved me and then the shapes from the lake filled the whole sky above me. Instead of our tongues we spoke with our eyes while music and colour pulsed from the sky.






I'm a sixth generation Australian, although traces of English, Scottish and Irish blood still flows through my veins. The first written record was the birth of my great great grandmother in 1847, only 15 years after the Victorian Colony was founded. Her parents were believed to have migrated from Scotland, though the date is unknown. My family has always been working class, following new economic opportunities through the early colonies, finally settling round the turn of the century in Subiaco, Western Australia. Standards at the time were a little lower than the current Subi Centro, apartments were tents, plumbing was a well near what is now the Subi Train Station and the only transport was by foot on dirt tracks.
Born into this situation, my great grandfather left home aged 12 with his eight year old brother. As his single mother was unable to provide for all the children, the two sought work in the country. They found residence in a hollow log near Nannup and cut kindling for the local households. A good weeks work would provide them with five loaves of bread and two jars of Apricot jam. By age 16 news reached him that his mother had died from tetanus. To avoid his six year old sister being placed in an orphanage, he advanced his age to 18 and joined the army, allotting half his wage to the remaining family. In 1915 he was shipped to France to fight in WW1. There he lost his older brother and half his hand. He returned home to the great depression, but managed to find a wife and work on the Kalgoorlie Pipeline. Wages were close to starvation level, but his Scottish blood found ingenious ways to make the money last.
I tell you this because I believe adversity is the true revealer of character. After that start in life he became one of the nicest people you could ever hope to know, lending money to friends down on their luck, building and maintaining the Murchison St Boy Scouts Hall and being heavily involved in local affairs.

As for me, I've had it relatively easy, but have a nasty habit of making things harder than they have to be. I like to think I'm misunderstood, but really I'm just a bad explainer. During my days I work for a major supermarket chain stacking cabbages. During my time off I like to research political, economic, social and environmental issues. Occasionally I'll post relevant articles here. I'm a hopeless idealist, but understand it's relative uselessness in the modern arena. Still, the only thing constant is change.

I really like music. Although if you ask me what style I'll just say "good music". For a better idea have a look at my winamp history here

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