Monday 24th January 1994.

In the Perth suburb of Maddington next to a Chinese Takeaway is an Indian Restaurant.  Outside the building is a forecourt, women in traditional Indian costume dance there in a sort of cabaret.  More and more Buddhist and Hindu iconography and symbolism becomes involved.  Around the side I look into a large area and see giant stupas, totems and lingams being erected, they are of all shapes and sizes.

A man with dark hair and beard sits in a bookstall.  Old books fill the shelves from floor to ceiling, wall to wall, reminiscent of a shop I knew in Calcutta.  An unkempt man appears before me with a button up shirt.  He is wearing Shiva beads and is a Sadhu but I wonder if he is just foolish.

Sunday 13th February 1994.*

I am looking around the Mt Lawley Campus[1] on orientation day for a particular building, seeing a friend David L I go talk with him.  As I am lost on the grounds I wander till I come to the far end of the campus, there on a street corner is a large church.  Walking anti-clockwise around the church is a procession of women in red hooded robes.  They carry long poles atop which are long thin flags that tapers to a point top and bottom, the top half is white and the bottom blue with gold edging’s.  More women cheer from windows high in the rear of the church as the procession passes by.[2]

Monday 11th April 1994.*

Restless night, dreaming just passing images until about 3am, dozing off I find I am in an old building similar to the old hospital in York[3]  “This room”, I am told, “is the worst”, as the place is supposed to be haunted.  I enter the room, it is empty but there is an overwhelming presence of evil in here, it is overpowering and begins to engulf my body and I don’t mean just in the dream.  I can physically feel it, its like I am being entered but also being drained.  It is in my ‘minds eye’ that I can see it.

Two eyes staring into me.  I can actually feel a burning and a great pressure between my brow[4].  The eyes engulf me but behind them are other shadowy figures in a grey milky fog.  I ‘think’ I must not look into these eyes and turn away, I awake with a gasp.  Never did I think that such evil with such power could exist.  I wonder to myself if everyone has a room like this hidden away within them.[5].  (write also on the grey realm in the Bardo (to avoid this) and the NDE experience of the Reverend Storm).

Thursday 19th May 1994.

I am driving north along Wanneroo Road with the family, there is forest on either side but soon the bitumen gives way to a dirt road.  This becomes rougher and rougher as we go deeper into the forest till the road is no more that a sand track full of holes that petters out over the hill.  Stopping the car, as we can go no further I notice to my right a wide gravel road arcing to the left up a hill.  This goes to a dam.

Sue remarks that neither the track nor the gravel road is Wanneroo Road and that we somehow got off the right path.  Sue the two kids and I get out of the car, we are deep in the bush and I begin to hear the sound of a didgeridoo playing.  Looking high into a gum tree I see an aboriginal man standing out on a limb, below in front of us another aboriginal man is coming aggressively towards us pointing a spear in a ritualised dance.

I yell to Sue and the kids to get in the car and lock the doors, he throws the spear just as I close the left rear door.  The spear hits the door dropping to the ground, I grab it and break it in two then throw it out the window before driving off quickly.

Friday 29th July 1994.

I dream that I am at the Theravadin Buddhist Centre in Nollamara.  A Tibetan Monk is told to give a lesson in meditation, instead we get an example of magic.  Seated astride something similar to a gym horse he has his back to a glass door mounted between two glass panels.  This is between the monk and us and using his mind only, he opens the door.  There are robotic torso’s that have a synthetic version of the Monks head on them, he also has control of them.

With Sue and my two sons we are around Bunbury somewhere.  The youngest son and I become separated from the other two and we get a bus home.  Talking to the man beside me he tells me that the bus is going to Bulgaria and that we will have to get off at the border.  I ask if the bus is in any danger being near the war in Bosnia and he says that it will be ok.  Instead of going home I decide to take us on an adventure, crossing the Volga River.

We are in a different country, on the left is the river, the right houses.  We are approaching a city.  I get off the bus with my son in my arms, the city is large and not many people are around.  There is rubbish in the streets and I notice rotting food on a wooden seating platform near us, also there are open toilets, just holes dug in the ground.  In a tall building of a dirty cream colored is what looks like a Mercedes dealership, so familiar and yet so alien.  The realisation then dawns on me that I am in a strange place with my baby son with no money and my suitcase has been left on the bus.

Friday 16th September 1994.

I dream that the Pope is going to give a talk in the Buddhist Temple in Nollamara.  Hundreds (thousands?) of people are there to see and hear him and people are standing or lying in rooms and halls everywhere.  A disrespectful yobbo is ejected down the front stairs, he is smoking and cursing.  I squeeze through the crowd to hear the Pope talk.  He is seated in the hall where the Monks usually talk and I am surprised by his appearance, seated in his colored robes he has a distinct ‘eastern’ look.

His skin is pale and puffy and he is quite old, on his head is a hood more than a hat, square if I remember correctly.  In the middle of his forehead just above the nose is a depression with more color on it than the rest of his face and in the middle of this depression is what I can only describe as a tiny eye[6].  He could be thinking about it, the Hierophant[7] (see illustration).  I miss most of his talk, something about staying and old age, as the sight of a rotted corpse of a horse distracts me, its teeth are long like tusk.

Concerned about this, I go to find someone to tell only to find lying in the mud while looking out the window the corpse’s of a black donkey and a grey foal that too are rotted.  The black donkey is lying in a pool of foam like bile.  Finding someone I tell them what I have found only to be told that usually when they get old they would have sent them to the glue factory.

Wednesday 2nd September 1994.*

I am in East Ringwood at the home of a childhood friend G.S.  In different rooms I have been casting out spirits.  There is one left to go and it is behind a locked door in a room in the front of the house.  I begin to exorcise the spirit and from behind the door is a commotion.  Something extremely dangerous and violent growing[8].  A dark male balseto voice booms and snarls at me.

This seems only to be provoking it so I change tactics, kneeling down near the lock I calmly and quietly speak.  “We love you, we all love you, we have always loved you”.  Behind the door the raucous and snarling subside and there is a distinct reply.  “Noooooo”.

I continue to speak and in a fearful resistance it keeps repeating, “No, No, No, No”, till everything drops off into a quiet.  I unlock the door to see behind and the door flies open knocking me into the air and the ‘presence’ pins me temporarily to the floor.  I awaken with a verse from the song ‘Reptile’ by the group The Church in my head.  “To dangerous to kill, too evil to ignore.”

Saturday 19th November 1994.

With my two kids outside the Bankwest in Scarborough I look up and see a silver white saucer object in the sky.  It is more the shape of a manta ray with a long row of windows across the front[9] and on the bottom is a strange symbol [insert here].  It flies in big circuits before coming to a stop above the bank.  A dark haired bearded man in his forties appears standing atop the hovering craft about two hundred feet above and addresses the crowd below.

“Tomorrow all humanity will be destroyed because of it sinful (distrustful, violent?) nature”.  He then throws down a number of tiny white parachutes.  Attached to them are different objects, nuts, bolts and the torn collar from a mens shirt with the label ‘made in QLD’ and the name of its owner.  The man climb into the craft and it disappears in a ‘flash’ going east.  My son grabs some parachutes and I wonder if the collar belongs to this man.

The next day at my University a strange rain begins to fall, it look like rain but when it strikes an object it becomes silicon like, binding together with other drops smothering everything, “so this is how it ends”.  I kiss a girl from one of my classes but then she pushes me away and runs off.

Friday 30th December 1994.*

I am travelling through India somewhere near Jaipur, something about the long, longest trek.  There is a house nearby and a beautiful Indian girl, she is the daughter of the people I am staying with.  I am thinking about getting on a train when a friend of mine Russell P turns up out of the blue and is considering going to Agra tomorrow to see the Taj Mahal.  He has not been there before and the ‘serpian’[10] girl is going to come also.

Something, something is happening.  I can see Mahatma Gandhi, I can see him but no one else can and I am talking to him.  I am quite surprised but not unexpectantly so.  It is late at night and I am walking home and I see a blind boy selling leaflets with verses from the Bhagavad Gita on them, I give him a one hundred rupee note.  Then I am with the girl sitting down, I think she thinks that I am married and as I go to kiss her.  Gandhi chastises me as my infidelity can only bring trouble to myself and those around me.  Bad judgement, bad action, bad karma.  It is reminiscent of not following the eight-fold path of Buddhism.

I tell her this, Gandhi has told me not too, she ask, “What does he look like”?  I answer, “What Gandhi has always looked like, a little bald man in a dhoti”.  I really want to talk to her, I think I am infatuated actually.  What I am taken by is that this part of my higher self that has disappeared for so many years has now re-appeared.