Well, we’ve had Osama, we just got Obama,  surely this does not mean Oshit? So logically, the first place to start any medical examination of the world’s health, is the city of angels, LA>>> and in slides the thermometer…. more under the world’s tongue that up its sphincter, I hasten to add.

Don’t believe all the hype about double-decker super planes like the A380…..sure , its a sort of movie marathon experience mixed in with the odd feed, but live sheep carriers can get the stock on and of the ship faster than you can get on and off a super plane. Processing 

punters through security , customs and immigration is like shitting a 20 kg pumpkin through the eye of the needle. It has it’s limitation. And don’t jump at all the legroom of an exit seat, as the micro climate there is positively Antarctic, whilst the rest of the passengers can be dressed for the Bahamas.

LA…what can I say….its just has that vibe. The last time , and the first time, I landed here 27 years ago, with a  charming girlfriend, who shall remain nameless, ( whilst Homeland Security has a scanner) we arrived and may well have been on the tarmac, but I was still flying. The conversation that led to this unexpected altitude, started with something like, ‘WHAT THE HELL? YOU SURELY AINT GUNNA TRY AND TAKE THAT STUFF THROUGH CUSTOMS ARE YOU?” The answer was no. The solution was consumptive and compulsory. In the back toilet, of an old Jumbo in the ‘80’s….back in the Bush pre-paranoia era. Mind you, the paranoia was not exactly  devoid of the influence, on landing.Anyway, rejoice all ye home boys, as Obama has just been erected, ah, elected>> 10 days ago. The glow was noticeable. As was the smog.

I love US hire car companies..the quote online was $158. The quote at the counter was $375…for just 4 days driving of some shitful reason behind the US car building rust belt.

Never try and do too many things at once. Especially after no sleep.  I had ground hog day Friday, thanks to the international date line, and this week I had two Friday’s, no sleep, and so this Friday became fry-day. Nov 15….just in-time for the G20 meeting of the oh shit world financially challenged presidents and prime losers.

Take one GPS system you have never used, and let it tell you were to go, literally.

Add one rented Jeep, where the passenger seat is where the drive goes. Mix it all in on 12 lanes of LA chaos. Start by driving directly into the oncoming grill of some Detroit dinosaur, a sooner or later, the nerves begin to fray, or was that fry?

Ah but the wonderful chilled out Redondo beach, and the smiling greeting of Rose was easily enough to take the fry out of friday. I love that odd Californian Coast. A fine 2 hour walk the next morning, and the nerves were back in the body once again. As was teh spirit, after hours of the most marvellous catch up with Rose, who shines through a crook illness, busy at work worlds in more than one realm>>>we love Rose. The Matrix’s Oracle aint got nufin on Rose.

But more on that later….

and a few days later>>>

So…LA…where was I?….. I must remember the finish thin….

OK, this view, comes from the peace of 30,000 feet.  American Airlines  number something or other to Panama City.  As the chic said when she typed my booking details in at LA….seeing 16 legs on the one ticket, that’s some serious flying, mister.

The departure, to get to Panama, was via a 6.30 morning flight ex LA via Miami, to…well…what is ahead, and 30,000 feet lower, in Central America. Mayan country.

God I hate getting up before 4 am.  I hate it even more, when at last feeling semi comfy on LA freeways (all to myself), to be lulled into the security that the fucking GPS knows what its doing. It doesn’t.

So some garage before dawn saw me pulling up to a lone pimp-my-Pontiac dude, with a where’s LAX? Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate? Matey?

He worked there. The dude with the Pontiac. LAX,  ( LA airport)that is. So instead of trying to fathom a dozen expressway moves…..I followed him, and on his blinker’s signal, I bailed right. Right back to el shithead car rentals… Payless Car Rental, which I renamed Getless Car Rentless, as the lone attendant walked out, cursing the fact they had just sacked 20 workers, all black or Hispanic, and he was the only guy on duty. As for the Getless shuttle….forget it. No driver awake yet. The GPS fuc up had already eaten my margin.   I grabbed a sly cab…”$10, hop in”…. “How ‘bout $8?”….and with that, the driver freaked as I went to sit in the passenger’s seat. The Aussie’s passenger seat. But in US, that’s the driver’s seat, but hey, it was still before dawn. The driver was about to tackle me for trying to drive off in his cab. We lived.

American Airlines…the AA of the Air.  Sorry sir, you will have to repack ya bags…all 46 kg of the fuckas. There on the floor of LAX. LAX keeps making me think of laxatives, and how bad the US home security needs a good dose.

The big achievement of the previo

us day, at a teco level, was doing the LA beach suburb Apple Mac visit, to get the connectors on my iPod synced. The shopping centre was bare. But the Apple Inc was packed.  California, LA beach suburbs, Mac maniacs…they all go together like ketchup on ketchup. 8 gig of space ready to be filled, it’s was time to load Sam’s doof…whoa…what mix up…its been playing at full smoke the dance floor grade since dawn, and the sun is sinking below the wing…and I’m only a third of the way through the 299 song mix up. Wicked shit..go Sam. Fully sic maaaaaaaaaaaaaate.

I can see, any future yachting night passages are gunna be wicked. Plug in, tune in, drop out, and roll on down those breakers. Yeah baby.

LA to me was all about the real world. Not this fucking silly 3D hologram that distracts us. But the real deal. The real universe.

And who could be a better host, than the real Matrix’s Oracle, Rose Pfeiffer. The ultimate peaceful warrior. Never mind a passing life threatening illness that is Rose’s current lot…there are more important issues that life and death in the 3D. Rose is Jedi. And baby, it’s game on for the planet of duality….this samara ride, of some considerable discomfort for all of us living in world of vulgarity and brutality.

This is the era where quantum physics meets the Mayan alarm clock. and it’s 2008, and the count down into the big shift is on.  Say goodbye to the consciousness of the solar system, we are going galactic guys, just wait and watch. We’ve mastered the consciousness of the ‘nation’ yonks ago, we are at the closing years end of the solar system boundaries, we are about to be moving into the galactic consciousness according to the disturbing accurate Mayan theory of evolutionary consciousness, and to me, ‘tis all good baby. So what better place to be flying, than the heart of the Mayan civilisation.

Don’t believe all there is to life can be defined by 60 MINUTES.

Shirley McLean was once  driving down Melrose just off  Hollywood and her car broke down and stopped. The car had stopped outside a famous bookstore called the Bohdi Tree.  The rest is history, if anyone has followed Shirls’ tales.  It’s the equivalent of our Adyar. In the bookstore, is more than just light entertainment, or some dysfunctional ‘ THE WAY IT IS” wank outta Byron Bay myopic’s. It’s a gold mine.  So yep, at least my GPS got me to the Bodhi Tree, as it sure as shit wouldn’t get me anywhere else. And out I strode, more Mayan treatises in hand, the Drunvalo latest, the Barbara Clow’s  Mayan Code views..and a whole lot more. I’m a walking back pack library, as anyone would have seen in the floor of LAX during my repack.

The depth of the discussions with Oracle Rose, never cease to enthral me, whether political, enviro or spiritual. Rose is one well loaded oracle. I love her, and wish her well. Get well Rose, we all love ya. May the force with with you, each night.

Not to miss out on the latest

deep end Reiki gig’s I was also blessed with some useful cosmic software downloads from Rose’s cosmic PA, Valerie…blessed be you recent 6 weeks old conception Valerie ( don’t let the doctor tell you the babies sex, it’s a being of light, not future career  concept, and what a lucky well planned coming incarnation). Lunch roof-top, on a balmy LA day with Valerie, at Hermossa Beach’s edges, t’was a treat. Thanks for the input, Val. . Very profound. Valerie, remind me to send you that Zeolite and Mannateck URL.

That evening, on the 30 year eve of the Jim Jones Jonestown cutl massacre, it’s was a maybe timely, but uncomfortable, to have to make a  VOIP call to my loved-as-a-sister buddy Jeanette, to dispute the cred of the Byron  Bay myopic spiritual society, using the ugly cult word.  Oops. The phone call ended with a burr of the hung up phone. 30 years ago to the day. Maybe I should not have disparagingly used the ‘cult’ word. You won’t get me not eating potatoes because they contain sickening pranic energy…gimmee a break Serge. Serge-the anti Guru who fits the guru gonzo story to a tee.

Enough cosmic stuff.

LA… what a place.  My view is as follows. I lived in LA once.

Let’s compare Sydney to LA, on the basis who’s got the worse case of GOLDEN CALF SYNDROME.  Which city has lost it the worst on the debt binge fake prosperity trap? Who’s borrowed and blown the most doe on self serving cars, home reno’s, development excess, and simple materialism? Who’s the most materialist loser? And zee vinner iz……  SHIDNEY!!!  Its gunna suffer, dear Shidney. Its just lagging behind in time.

Rudd aint no Obama. But then  Rudd ain”t got the problems the US has. As I walked onto the flight outta Miami an  hour or two back, as the CEO’s of GM et al, were on CNN at Capitol Hill, facing grilling Senators, as they begged for a bailout to keep the biggest car builder on earth alive.

To put it succinctly, GM is fucked.  Car biz keeps about 1 in 10 Americans in tucker…and they are going down. And why?  Well, I reckon my Jeep wank-o-matic Getless car rental said it all. What a loser’s effort. I mean its 2008 guys. If you can give us leather seats, surely something as simple as central locking and electric windows is not beyond your design skills to organise? US car making is all about lazy, who-gives-a shit engineering. When I was in LA 27 years back, 8 out of 10 cars were US built. Now it’s 2 in 10. I mean really, would you buy an American car? And Pontiac is having a heart attack. Dodge didn’t duck. Cadillac is more a lacking caddy.  Ford is bored. GM is a gene mutation. Their fucked. And with it, much of USA.

Maybe they will scrape through, with some hog-esque Hardly Davidson revival, but I doubt it. To Kevin Rudd, don’t be a succour and give billions to GM and Ford…they will pocket the money before you can say, liquidator.

The GM fucas just didn’t retool into robot car making, instead, they plundered zillions with GM finance, and all of a sudden, its game over. Fuc’em.

Bankrupt’em and start again I say.  Along with the fucking banks. Burn the bunch of  ‘em, take the hit, and recover afresh. Don’t keep propping up the old and the evil.  2012 has a timetable, and ya either with the (cosm)us, or you are against us.

Bailing out banks and inducing everyone to keep at the debt binge is like giving ya kids more smack when all of a sudden you found out they have a habit.

Mindless.

Venice beach was rock’n the weirdo’s….I loved it. Albeit the substances were staring to show on the lined faces of the baby boomer hippies.

Nice bagel there. And a deadly HOPE Tshirt, ex Obama, thanks guys….I will treasure it as my apparel of historical significance.

Obama was so deadly on his full Sunday evening 60 minutes, on US 60 MINUTES,  it almost brought a tear to my eye. After 8 agonising, wincing, cursing, years under the village idiot, boy Bush, what an amazing resurrection. Bush could not sell us the dream, so he pitched the nightmare, and then sold the snake oil remedy…a society based on fear and anger…the US is stained by it…paying for a army that is bigger and mightier than all the combined armies of the next countries armies including place getters 2 to 5. The era of the military industry fraud are fading, we HOPE. And after 5000 year of royal Illuminati bloodline breeding, all the fucas can come up with, in the Sum of the Aryan breeding> is George Bush?

Illuminati, you have lost it guys, you are playing your cards like a fading drunk with gun.

Bush needs to suck up to Obama. When the US finally wakes up to the implications of Bush, and Cheney and Dumsfield’s destruction of the twin towers, when the story in Loose Change finally gets traction, I’d suggest that the Amrozi firing squad posts await their true calling…the lead to

the heart of  the Project for the New America, and with it , the strapping of hands and feet of All (the last) President’s Men, in left over orange Guantanamo zuit suits, and it’s bye bye at dawn. But the belief systems that need to be shifted, to make Joe The Plumber wake up to the world’s most outrageous mass murder cover up will be all too much for Joe to bear….unless, of course the Mayan acceleration keeps tracking as its has. Count on one thing…..change is accelerating. Yes guys, it of shit time…and yes, I mean we can’t trust the US government.

Wake up world.

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