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  Every stop is a story - Darwin to Adelaide River The Adelaide River Rupture (image to be uploaded - subscribe to be notified) The storm did not break over the Adelaide River plains; rather, reality tore open along the track. To the left, the familiar Top End landscape clung fiercely to its quiet melancholy. A lone gum tree stood sentinel over the charred scrub and dry earth, its leaves catching the last bruised light of a brooding wet-season sky. In the hollow below, the old fictional homestead crouched beside the rutted dirt road, enduring the heavy stillness that always settles before the atmosphere ruptures. Then came the tear. It began not with thunder, but with an overwhelming, luminous heat that shredded the grey overcast into molten ribbons. You could feel the vortex of raw energy sweeping through radiant ambers, searing cadmium oranges, and blinding celestial whites. The vortex descended like a folded dimension brushing against the earth. Where the atmospheric rift touch...
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Your Cage within Your Cage

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Ghosts have been placed into your head.
This regime will not come to an end.
No matter what reasons are applied.
The shackles are not attached to your neck.
The shackles are not attached to your legs.
The shackles are in your head.
You want to see and hear. what you believe.
Assumed freedom is the cause.
Your cage is within a designed cage.
There is no force that reads your thoughts and memories.
As the force has imprinted your thoughts and memories.
Your cage was designed for your occupation.


You can only control your own.
Make your next step forward as your inevitability.
Find the fragility in your confinement.
Your self-imposed limitations.
Your reality through past memories.
Then judge who is right and who is wrong.
And discovering something to live and die for.
And a new meaning to discard purposelessness.



This Octagonal Cell

Behind the impenetrable military jargon.
There are traitors who threaten our freedoms.
Always seen.
Never to see the observer.
Those who monitor and influence.
He who unfolds himself.
Warding off evil.
Rebirthed and resurrected.
Earth within heaven.
A carceral network in the presence of authority.









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