Dec 30, 2023
Here I am, back in the room. I’ve got this room to myself. It’s such a lovely surprise. I feel like celebrating with a bottle of strong beer.
That fusion is happening! All the things and tings are lining up! It’s one of those periods where it just feels magical. It’s hard to put into words, and always comes out sounding dumb anyways.
This book I'm reading is really interesting. It’s called ‘Initiation’. Well, parts of it are cool. I feel like it could’ve been like half as long. Sometimes she takes a whole paragraph to say the same thing over and over again, with different words.
But a lot of it lines up with so many other things I’ve read and heard. I love it when that happens. Corroboration.
I’ve got 4 more nights in this hostel. Tomorrow is New Years Eve. I’m not sure if I’ll do anything. I’ll see if there’s anything interesting happening around here.
I don’t like leaving this part of town. It’s really ugly when you’re outside of it. The park is amazing though. It feels really cool. I feel relaxed in there. The trees are big and old.
I checked out a room yesterday. I walked all the way there. It was over an hour. Then I had to walk all the way back. I got burned. I didn’t wear sunscreen or a hat.
It turns out that it’s very easy to burn in NZ. The ozone is much thinner here, especially during the summer. I can literally feel the difference from Canada. Just standing in the sun feels different. It stings almost right away.
I even wonder if I almost had a heat-stroke. I had a headache and felt funny. My throat was sore. This morning I woke with a head-ache as well.
The grass is getting cut. The skin is shedding for more people to find hope. This is leading to a new age of power. It is accepting your inner love and combining that with higher degrees of spiritual truths in order to refill the concepts that have been lost.
This task is underway. It is accelerating. It takes a long time to happen.
Nights are like fire. The burning busses are chucked into the river. They drown at a terrible rate. The lake burns and burns. It all goes away in the end. It all turns to dust.
Nights are like fire. The burning busses are chucked into the river. They drown at a terrible rate. The lake burns and burns. It all goes away in the end. It all turns to dust.