Thursday, February 25, 2021

His Benjiness speaks, parlez il son Benjiness

 

I think that might be a correct translation. Now fans of the blog, possibly of a future where everything from this time looks extremely cliched and redundant except his Benjiness, may have noticed his Benjiness not using as many videos and photos as before. Even looking at the day my mom died on my blog, my journalism, as it were, with my son recently, I think it was still possible to upload videos quite easily.


Even though this wasn't long time ago the sense of timing is blurred distinctly. I came to a spiritual suspicion or questioning as to the nature of my mother's soul's possible existence and journey in the afterlife which, combined with my general sense of Catholic guilt all Catholics experience due to the constant evil Catholics are bent on. Furthermore I had a dream about a European relation who had never lived in Australia that she had in fact lived an entire lifetime in Australia in the 1800s which I found unbelievable at the time of dreaming that, although it was eye opening. After my mother passed away I immediately began thinking she'd likely reincarnate as a Pacific Islander in Australia or New Zealand such as a Maori, Tongan or Samoan. Then I had the idea it's possible she immediately reincarnated as aforementioned European woman's daughter from the seemingly unrelated dream. Truly it's all speculative. With such high population numbers it's possible many people might reincarnate quicker than usual. Likewise those same people might have greater than usual gaps between lifetimes. The Rosicrucian ontology generally teaches ten lifetimes per 1440 year period. Obviously it's not a topic taken seriously, least of all by Christians who have most reasons to take it seriously. Hindus take it seriously.


So anyway, Google is restricting my ability to upload photos and screenshots and videos, before I could do that on my phone but now I can only do that from my laptop computer, very inconvenient! 


Having a coffee at a cafe called 'Attaquer', which is French for 'attack'. Sounds a bit terroristy to moi.


The dream about the European relation I can't remember if it was before my mom died or after, it never seemed connected at the time. Generally my psychic spiritual state is bored to the extreme when bus driving often dwelling on minute analysis of two old friends my relationships with whom soured, which I find mind numbing and maddening. If I'm gardening I'm generally happy as it's a gym workout. If I'm with my kids I'm happy as it's like being with fun siblings that can help me with housework.


How about madame? Not so good. Remember some blog time back I was reading the Daily telegraph in me and madames bed then I started bitching about Miranda Devine some dopey woman columnist from Holt street Surry Hills News corp Sydney, and her beloved 'whores of Holt street'. Well she went off to fox news since and does her nouveau southern hemisphere royalty routine there. The champion of southern hemisphere nouveau faux royalty is Liz Hayes from sixty minutes who is so hopelessly pompous she makes the Queen look like gutter trash. It's kind of depressing seeing people act so haughty when they're not royalty but that's what the monarchy is good for I suppose. Certainly not a Napoleonic system based on meritorious promotion. Just a lot of pompous haughty southern hemisphere nouveau faux royalty wannabe Americans, and Hannity now, all mixed together. Dumb English rednecks for you. And racist, homophobic (except in the case of Hemmer where I am annoyingly and devastatingly crushed by his apparently superior handsomeness to my own, damn his cuteness!), transphobic mysogonistic white devil his Benjiness. 


Maybe that's why I hate my wife too often, coz she was a journalist too. Maybe female journalists are just shifty, shouldn't they be mud wrestling, kind of seriously? The entire concept. Maybe I can make a fortune inventing caveman theme clubs. You check in, get your outfit and fire sticks and clubs and spears and go hunt for a day or so, camp out. What would I do with all that money, like I don't have enough already!


Cue the music...

https://youtu.be/gUhRKVIjJtw








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